The story and characters are pure fiction. All characters in are 21+.
Blowjob City is no ordinary city. Nestled on the coast where the sea ripples like a silken sheet, it’s a true haven for the LGBT community, a place where love and desire are celebrated at every turn. The streets glow with neon bars, clubs pulse until dawn, and parks are alive with laughter, flirtation, and, often, couples slipping into the shadows for stolen moments of intimacy. The buildings are modern yet eccentric—murals of half-naked Adonises cover facades, while cafés serve cocktails with names like Hot Kiss or Forbidden Pleasure.
And the residents? Let’s just say in Blowjob City, there’s no such thing as a bad view—every man looks like he stepped straight out of a dream, from bronzed surfers to sharp-eyed intellectuals in glasses. The whole city throbs with sex appeal, the air heavy with pheromones and anticipation.
In a luxurious apartment overlooking the coast, Theo wakes. His red hair is tousled, a fiery crown in the morning light. A neatly trimmed beard frames his strong jaw, and his blue eyes—like twin lakes—shimmer as he blinks himself into the day. He’s the financial director of a booming tech company, but his reflection could pass for a magazine cover model. As he stretches, the muscles beneath his thin cotton T-shirt ripple, while his boxer briefs barely contain the morning erection straining against the fabric.
Theo smirks, glancing down. “Good morning to you too,” he mutters. His cock, thick and demanding, pulses like it has a will of its own. Theo isn’t one to ignore such calls. He peels off his shirt and boxers, exposing a body sculpted by discipline and vanity alike. His ass—round, tight, a sculpted masterpiece—sways as he considers the bathroom, then dismisses it. The bed is too comfortable for this morning ritual.
He reclines against the sheets, golden sunlight striping his skin through the curtains. One hand drifts across his chest, down the ridges of his abs, until it closes around his cock. He starts slowly, teasing, savoring the familiar heat and weight in his grip. His mind wanders: the tattooed barista who always smirks at him, or maybe the stranger from the beach yesterday, the one whose stare lingered just a second too long. Theo chuckles softly, imagining that stranger kneeling between his thighs.
His pace builds, rhythmic and certain. Breathing quickens, hips lifting, his heart pounding with the same pulse as his cock. He imagines lips, a tongue, a wet heat engulfing him, and the thought makes him moan, eyes fluttering shut. Theo is an artist in self-pleasure; he knows every nerve, every trigger, how to stretch out the anticipation until his whole body trembles.
When the wave hits, it’s blinding. Theo gasps, back arching, as ropes of hot cum stripe his abs. He falls back with a breathless laugh, muscles unwinding. “Well, that’s one way to start the day,” he murmurs, stretching languidly as satisfaction settles over him. Outside, Blowjob City hums awake. For Theo, today could mean anything—flirtations, encounters, maybe even the start of a new obsession.
Name: Theo
Age: 28
Profession: CFO
Description: Tall, muscular body, red haircolor in a sharp fade, short red beard, piercing blue eyes. Smart, ambitious, successful in the corporate world, but also playful, sexual, and unapologetically into men.
Theo lingers a moment longer in the sheets, basking in the afterglow, then sighs. Blowjob City won’t wait—not even for a red-haired Adonis in his prime. “Time for a shower,” he mutters, stretching again, every muscle rippling in the light. His cock, still semi-hard, bobs lightly as he strolls toward the bathroom.
The shower is a temple: glass walls, rainfall jets cascading like a waterfall, the space already steaming with warmth. Theo steps in, water sluicing over his shoulders, tracing every contour of his body. He reaches for the sandalwood-mint gel, lathering it in his palms before gliding it over his chest. His nipples harden under the touch, a spark of pleasure shooting through him as suds drip down his abs, pooling briefly at the thick base of his cock.
He grips himself almost absentmindedly, stroking just enough to enjoy the weight and shape as he cleans, foam slipping down to his smooth, heavy balls. Turning, he lets the water hammer his back, sliding to his sculpted ass. He runs his palms across the firm cheeks, squeezing, lingering longer than necessary. “The temple must be flawless,” he jokes to himself, fingers slipping teasingly along the crack before rinsing away the soap.
There’s romance in the ritual too. As he massages shampoo into his scalp, Theo imagines another pair of hands doing it for him—rubbing his shoulders, tugging at his hair, maybe swatting his ass just to hear him laugh. For Theo, even solitude carries the fantasy of touch.
Name: Can
Age: 40
Profession: Store owner
Character description: Brown hair, full beard, tall, muscular, DILF. Can is a man with a big heart. He owns a sportswear store. He always gives a warm welcome to customers.
Theo’s gaze lingered on his wardrobe, a collection of worn-out gym clothes that no longer sparked joy. He craved something fresh, something that would ignite his energy for the gym. He didn’t want to slog through another workout in the same tired gear he’d been wearing for months. There was only one place he trusted—Can’s shop, Sports Synergy.
Tucked away on a quiet side street in Blowjob City, it was more than a sports store; it was an institution. A sanctuary for athletes, from pros to weekend warriors. Its reputation stretched far beyond the neon-lit chaos, a beacon for anyone who lived for the grind.
Can. Oh, Can. The man was a legend. His grandfather had opened the shop in the 1900s, stitching balls by hand and crafting shoes. His father had modernized it with cutting-edge gear. Can, the current torchbearer, had blended tradition with modernity—digitizing sales, building an online empire, while keeping the warmth and soul of the family legacy alive.
He wasn’t just a salesman. He was a guide, a motivator, sometimes even a therapist for athletes chasing their goals. He lived and breathed sports gear, spotting flawless cuts and fabrics at a glance. To him, equipment wasn’t just clothing—it was a tool to unlock potential. His tousled brown hair, full beard, and tall, muscular frame only added to his DILF allure, but it was his spark when he talked about gear that made him magnetic.
Theo stepped into Sports Synergy, the bell chiming softly. The air was thick with the scent of fresh rubber, crisp cotton, and raw athletic energy. The shop, though small, was perfectly arranged—vibrant shirts, sneakers, accessories, every inch optimized. Old photos of Can’s father and grandfather with sports legends hung on the walls, filling the place with history.
Behind the counter, Can was bent over a box of sneakers, inspecting them with the intensity of an artist. At the sound of the bell, he looked up, and a wide, genuine smile spread across his face. “Theo! My man! It’s been ages, where’ve you been?” he exclaimed, tossing the shoes aside and striding forward, arms outstretched.
Theo melted into the hug, savoring the solid heat of Can’s body.
“Can, you old dog! It’s only been a month. Work, life, you know. But I’m here now, craving some shopping therapy.”
They stepped back. Can crossed his arms, his gaze sweeping over Theo like an expert appraising gear. “Shopping therapy, huh? Don’t tell me you ripped those shorts again. Or is this the moment you finally realized it’s time for a refresh?”
Theo smirked. “Been jogging more lately, so… yeah.”
They both laughed, the sound easy, natural.
“You’re not just here for gear,” Can said knowingly. “You’re after that reset. Inspiration. Something that screams: I’m ready to fucking dominate. Am I right?”
Theo chuckled, shaking his head. “You always read me too well.”
“Exactly why you came here,” Can replied, eyes gleaming. “New collection just dropped—breathable fabrics, tech that’ll make you feel unstoppable. So, what’s the vibe? Strength? Cardio? Hybrid grind?”
“You know me. Start slow, then go fucking hard,” Theo grinned.
“Fuck yes,” Can laughed, scratching himself absently, his energy contagious.
He pulled Theo through the store, showing off fabrics, explaining the difference between compression and dry-fit, rattling off aerodynamics and sweat-wicking fibers with raw passion. His hands moved as much as his voice, alive with details, making Theo listen like a student, hooked. The man was a walking encyclopedia—and hot as hell.
“Compression tights or classic shorts?” Can asked, holding up sleek black tights that looked like they could carve muscles from stone. “These hug your body, boost circulation, cut injury risk. Or… these shorts—ultra-light, breathable, cardio heaven. Comfortable as fuck.”
Theo ran his fingers over the fabrics. “Tell me, Can—what’s trending? I want classic with a modern edge. Something that makes a statement without being loud.”
“You’re the trend, Theo,” Can grinned, pulling out shirts in black, navy, and gray. “Cooling tech, odor-proof, dries fast. Black is sleek, navy makes those blue eyes pop, gray is subtle but sexy.”
Theo tried them on, each shirt clinging to his chiseled frame, accentuating every muscle. Finally, he settled on navy, paired with gray tights. “These are perfect. Navy shirt, gray tights.”
“Fuck yes,” Can said approvingly. “Blue with your red hair? That’s a knockout.”
“Help me with this shirt, it’s tight as fuck,” Theo smirked.
Can stepped closer, sliding the shirt down Theo’s torso, the fabric hugging his muscles like a second skin. He wrapped his arms around Theo’s chest in a playful squeeze. “Just making sure it fits.”
Theo rolled his eyes. “Fits as tight as your cock, you maniac.”
They laughed, but the spark was undeniable. Can’s hands slid lower, squeezing Theo’s ass through the tights.
“Just checking the fit,” he teased.
Minutes later, the shop door was locked, and the fitting room became their private stage. Theo braced against the mirror as Can pressed behind him, tugging his tights down, freeing that perfect ass. Growling, Can slicked his fingers and shoved them inside, stretching Theo open with ruthless hunger.
Theo gasped, body arching. “Fuck—wreck me, Can!”
The air filled with wet sounds, grunts, and the obscene slap of flesh as Can’s cock drove deep into him, punishing, relentless. Their reflection in the mirror showed everything—Theo’s mouth open in a moan, Can’s muscular frame pounding into him with brutal precision.
“Cum for me, slut,” Can growled, jerking Theo’s cock as he fucked him harder. Theo screamed, climaxing against the glass in thick ropes, his hole spasming around Can’s cock. Can roared, burying himself deep, unloading hot cum until it spilled down Theo’s thighs.
They collapsed against the mirror, sweaty, trembling, cum-slick.
“Fuck, Can…” Theo gasped.
“No, Theo… fuck, thank you,” Can panted.
Moments later, Theo paid for the tights and shirt, their hands brushing in a lingering touch. Can’s eyes gleamed with pride and warmth as he spoke about his family legacy, about passion and tradition.
“You’re killing it, man,” Theo said, sincerity in his voice.
Theo left the shop energized, new gear in hand, and Can’s words echoing in his head. Blowjob City buzzed around him, but it was the fire inside that made him feel unstoppable.
Name: Alfonzo
Age: 56
Profession: Receptionist
Character description: Gray hair and gray mustache. Chubby. Alfonzo knows every person who enters the company. He tries to keep order and is devoted to his job. Many joke that he’s been at that job since before the company was founded.
Theo walked into the sleek glass-and-steel monolith that served as the headquarters of the corporation where he worked as financial director. The lobby buzzed with activity—a symphony of suits and ties that would make any Wall Street wolf pack proud. But here, in Blowjob City, the suits were just as likely to conceal a lacy thong as a pair of briefs.
Behind the reception desk, Alfonzo looked up and waved with a flirtatious smile. Theo returned the gesture, his stride unwavering. Alfonzo was the kind of man who could make a saint confess his deepest desires—his olive skin and piercing brown eyes a siren’s call to every man who passed by.
“Good morning, Theo.”
“It’s always a good morning when I see your bright face, Alfonzo,” Theo replied, his own smile equally seductive. He knew Alfonzo was more than just a pretty face; he had a mind that could outwit the sharpest Wall Street shark and a body that could make any man forget his own name.
Theo stepped into the elevator, the doors closing with a soft ding behind him. He took a deep breath, savoring the lingering scent of Alfonzo’s cologne. The ride to the top floor was swift, and when the doors opened, he stepped into his domain—his office.
Name: Mehmet
Age: 31
Profession: Theo's secretary
Character description: Black curly hair, dark eyes, fit, handsome, hairy body. Mehmet is Theo's right-hand man.
Mehmet, his secretary, was already waiting, a steaming cup of coffee on the desk. Theo took a sip, the dark liquid warming him from the inside out. Mehmet was a man of few words but many talents, one of which was making Theo feel like the most desired man in the city. Every morning, without fail, Mehmet greeted him with a blowjob as much a part of the routine as checking emails and sipping coffee.
They exchanged a knowing look, and without a word, Mehmet dropped to his knees. Theo leaned back in his chair, eyes closing as Mehmet’s hot mouth engulfed his cock. The sensation was unparalleled—a heady mix of pleasure and power that made him feel like a god. Mehmet was a master at his craft, his tongue swirling and teasing until Theo teetered on the edge of ecstasy.
Just as Theo felt the telltale throb of an impending orgasm, there was a knock on the door. Mehmet’s eyes widened, but he didn’t miss a beat, sliding under the desk as Theo called out, “Come in!”
Name: Marcus
Age: 41
Profession: CEO
Character description: Shoulder-length black hair. Big, muscular, hairy man. DILF. Marcus owns the company. A dominant and masculine man. He has great confidence in Theo and considers him a member of his family.
He was a man of sharp contrasts—his stern exterior masking a passionate heart Theo had witnessed in desire more than once.
“Hello, Theo?” Marcus’s voice carried a note of concern as he noticed Theo’s flushed face.
Mehmet, unfazed, took Theo’s cock deeper into his mouth, throat working around the shaft. Theo gritted his teeth, trying not to moan.
“Just tired,” he managed, voice strained. “Worked late last night.”
They discussed business—the mundane details of budgets and projections—while Mehmet’s mouth worked its magic. The tension in the room was palpable, a delicious dance of lust and professionalism. Just as Marcus was about to leave, Theo’s orgasm hit like a freight train. He came hard, his cock pulsing in Mehmet’s mouth, filling it with cum.
“Is everything okay in here?” Marcus asked, eyebrow quirking.
Theo’s cheeks flushed deep red, but he maintained composure.
“Yeah… just tired from working late.”
Mehmet, flushed from exertion, pulled away from Theo’s cock but stayed under the desk, continuing quietly.
Marcus nodded, glancing at the bulge in Theo’s pants before returning his gaze to Theo.
“Well, if you ever need a break, just let me know.” He gave a knowing wink, then exited.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Mehmet popped up like a jack-in-the-box, eyes sparkling with mischief. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned in for a kiss. Theo tasted himself on Mehmet’s tongue, the sensation more erotic than he could have imagined.
They both laughed, tension breaking like a dam.
“You’re something else, Mehmet,” Theo said, voice still shaky from orgasm.
“It’s all in a day’s work,” Mehmet replied, eyes twinkling.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of spreadsheets and calls, but the memory of Mehmet’s mouth lingered, a sweet reminder of the city’s decadent delights. As the clock ticked closer to five, Theo’s thoughts turned to the evening ahead. Blowjob City always revealed new desires, new men, every time the sun dipped below the horizon.
Leaving the office, Theo felt a buzz of excitement. The air outside was charged with rainbow-colored lust, a siren’s call drawing him in.
Name: Alex
Age: 39
Profession: Gym owner/coach
Character description: Black short hairstyle, black eyes, bodybuilder, masculine, dominant, alpha, monster in bed. New gym owner.
The gym was a temple of sweat and steel, a sacred space where men poured their souls into sculpting their bodies, worshipping the gods of raw, unyielding physicality. Theo had been a devotee for years, his muscles forged in the fires of relentless iron, but today, his eyes locked onto Alex, the new owner—a demigod carved from granite, his body a tapestry of bulging muscles and dark tattoos that screamed of battles won and secrets buried. Alex’s piercing blue eyes didn’t just meet Theo’s gaze; they undressed him, peeling away every layer until Theo felt exposed, his cock already stirring, straining against the tight fabric of his gym shorts, a wet spot blooming where precum leaked from his throbbing tip.
Alex’s presence was a hurricane, a magnetic pull that had every man in the gym hard and panting, their cocks twitching in their shorts, desperate for a single glance from him. Theo had always craved dominant men who could pin him down, make him beg, and own him, and Alex was the walking embodiment of that wet dream.
As Theo approached the reception desk, his heart pounded like a war drum, his cock swelling, the fabric of his shorts clinging to his shaft, outlining every vein as precum dripped down his thigh, leaving a slick trail.
“Here to get that tight little body worked, you sexy fuck?” Alex’s voice was a low, filthy growl, laced with a seductive menace that made Theo’s cock pulse harder, the head leaking a fresh spurt of precum that soaked through his shorts, staining them dark. Alex’s scent hit Theo like a punch—raw sweat, testosterone, and a musky edge that screamed pure, unfiltered masculinity, making Theo’s hole clench with anticipation.
“Yeah,” Theo rasped, his voice thick with lust, barely above a whisper, his breath hitching as his body screamed for Alex’s touch. “I need a trainer to fucking break me.”
Alex leaned in, his biceps flexing, veins popping under his inked skin, his tank top stretched tight across his pecs, hard nipples poking through, begging to be sucked. “You’re in my fucking domain now, slut,” he purred, voice dripping with dark promises, breath hot against Theo’s ear. “I’m gonna show you what this cock can do to that greedy little ass of yours.”
Theo’s eyes roamed Alex’s body like a starving man at a feast, drinking in the broad shoulders, the deep V of his hips leading to a bulge so massive it strained his shorts, the thick outline of his cock promising to split Theo open and leave him ruined.
“Fuck, I know you will,” Theo murmured, his voice a low moan, his hole twitching, already wet with need, craving to be stretched and filled.
Alex’s smirk was pure, filthy dominance, his eyes glinting with predatory intent. “Get your ass in there, you cock-hungry whore,” he commanded, a whip-crack in his voice that made Theo’s cock throb, leaking more precum onto the floor as he followed.
Theo trailed behind, gaze glued to Alex’s ass—firm, muscular, flexing with every step, the tight shorts hugging every curve like a lover’s caress, making Theo’s mouth water and his cock ache. Alex led him to a private training room, walls lined with mirrors capturing every depraved second, plush mats on the floor begging to be soaked in sweat, spit, and cum. Theo’s mind spun with filthy visions—Alex pinning him down, fucking him senseless, reflections a pornographic masterpiece of lust and power.
“Strip, you filthy fucking bitch,” Alex growled, tone absolute, a command that made Theo’s knees weak. Hands shaking, he tore off his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso, abs glistening with sweat, nipples hardening under Alex’s ravenous stare. Alex’s eyes devoured him, expression a wildfire of hunger, cock visibly pulsing in his shorts, a wet patch spreading where precum soaked through, musky scent hitting Theo like a drug.
Theo’s skin burned as Alex’s calloused hands explored him, each touch a claim, a vow to ruin him in ways he’d never recover from. Alex’s fingers grazed Theo’s nipples, pinching and twisting them until erect, sending electric jolts to Theo’s cock, which twitched and dripped, staining the mats with precum.
“Fuck, you’re built like a goddamn dream,” Alex murmured, voice low and filthy, thumbs circling Theo’s nipples with slow, torturous precision, teasing until Theo whimpered, hole clenching, desperate for more. “But I’m gonna make you my perfect little fuckslut.”
The workout was a brutal, sensual gauntlet, Alex driving Theo to his limits with punishing sets—squats that set thighs on fire, deadlifts that made glutes clench, each movement making his cock throb harder, the wet spot on his shorts growing as precum leaked in a steady stream. Alex’s hands were everywhere, guiding form, lingering on hips, brushing bulge with deliberate intent, smirking as Theo’s cock pulsed, leaving a slick trail on the mats. Theo grunted, sweat pouring, arousal mixing with gym’s raw, primal air, body screaming for Alex to claim it. Alex’s touch was a fucking inferno, searing skin, marking him as his own.
The final exercise had Theo on his knees, legs spread wide, ass high in the air, tight shorts riding up to expose cheeks, hole twitching beneath the fabric, begging for Alex’s cock. Alex’s gaze unyielding, eyes dark with lust, drinking in vulnerability like a predator savoring prey.
“Push, you fucking slut,” Alex growled, hands gripping hips, fingers digging into flesh hard enough to bruise, thumbs brushing the edge of crack, teasing sensitive skin. Theo pushed, muscles screaming, hole pulsing with need, fire in Alex’s eyes making pain a fucking aphrodisiac.
As the workout ended, Alex leaned in, breath hot on Theo’s neck, lips grazing sensitive skin, sending shivers down Theo’s spine, cock leaking more.
“You’re mine, you dirty little whore,” he whispered, voice a dark, filthy vow. “Every fucking inch of your slutty body belongs to me.”
Theo nodded, speechless, cock throbbing, hole aching to be claimed. The words hung heavy, a declaration that owned body and soul. The gym was their playground now, a temple where desire and dominance fucked in a decadent dance of flesh and steel. Blowjob City had thrown countless men at Theo, but none like Alex. This was a day he’d burn into his soul.
Theo followed Alex to his apartment, heart racing. Elevator ride a silent war of lust, eyes locked in a primal stare, Alex stripping Theo bare with each glance. Doors opened to a den of raw sophistication—floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing Blowjob City’s neon heartbeat, air thick with leather and musk, potent aphrodisiac making Theo’s cock throb, precum dripping down thigh, soaking pants.
Alex led him to the bedroom, masculine sanctuary with king-sized bed built for debauchery, sheets begging to be ruined with fluids. Without a word, Alex shoved Theo onto the bed, strength thrilling and terrifying, pinning him like prey under predator. Theo’s body a canvas screaming for Alex’s art, tattooed beast ready to paint a masterpiece.
Alex ripped Theo’s leather pants off with a feral snarl, fabric tearing with a loud rip, exposing firm, round ass to cool air. Cheeks flushed raw desire, cock rigid, leaking steady stream of precum pooling on abs, glistening under dim light as Alex’s eyes devoured him.
Alex straddled Theo, cock a monster—ten inches of thick, veiny meat, swollen, purple head dripping precum, pulsing with raw, primal need. He grabbed lube, squirting thick, glistening stream into hand, slick sound filling room as he coated fingers.
“Gonna open that tight little fuckhole till it’s screaming for my cock,” Alex growled, smearing cool, slippery gel over Theo’s crack, fingers circling puckered hole, teasing rim with slow, deliberate strokes that made Theo moan, spine arching, cock twitching. Fingers pushed inside—two, then three, then four—stretching hole with burning, delicious pain, wet squelch echoing as he fucked ass with fingers, twisting and scissoring, preparing him for brutal invasion.
“Want my cock, you cock-starved slut?” Alex rasped, voice dark, guttural growl, eyes blazing feral lust, cock throbbing against abs, leaving slick trail of precum.
Theo nodded, voice lost in pulse, hole aching, gaping, slick with lube and need.
“Fuck my ass, Alex, fucking ruin me,” he begged, voice raw, dripping with desperate desire.
Alex didn’t hold back. Slathered lube over massive cock, slick, obscene sound filling room, head swollen and glistening, veins bulging. Positioned himself, tip nudging tight, twitching hole, circling rim until Theo whimpered, ass pushing back, begging to be filled. One savage, relentless thrust, Alex buried cock balls-deep, stretch intense, Theo screamed, hole clamping, pain melding with pleasure, vision blurring.
Alex’s balls slapped ass, wet smack-smack-smack a filthy symphony, punishing rhythm, each thrust slamming prostate, sending shockwaves through trembling body.
“Take it, you dirty fucking whore,” Alex snarled, hands gripping hips, cock pounding like jackhammer, bed creaking, headboard slamming. Theo’s cock bounced against abs, leaking thick ropes of precum across chest, splattering face, dripping into open mouth.
Alex followed, pulsing deep, flooding ass with hot, thick cum, creamy excess leaking in sticky streams down thighs, pooling on sheets, keeping thrusting, milking every drop, balls emptying completely.
Collapsed, panting, bodies slick with sweat, cum, lube, bed a warzone of tangled sheets, fluids. Theo’s hole throbbed, stretched, legs trembling, cock twitching with aftershocks. Air heavy with musky, primal scent, room echoing ragged breaths. World stopped spinning; Theo knew he’d found a man who could match him, push him to heights of pleasure bordering on pain. In the heart of Blowjob City, amidst glitter and grind, a deeper spark—raw, primal connection wrapped in lust, held in arms of man who knew how to make him scream.
Name: Marc
Age: 61
Profession: Household assistant
Character description: Old man. Gray hair, brown eyes. Marc is Theo's life saver who does the housework for him.
Next morning, Theo returned to his apartment. The apartment loomed above Blowjob City like a gleaming beacon of pleasure and sophistication. It was Theo’s sanctuary, a place where he could retreat from the world and indulge in the sweet embrace of his desires. The elevator doors slid open, revealing the sleek, modern space that was his kingdom.Marc, his house assistant, greeted him with a concerned look. “Theo, we have a bit of an issue,” he said, his eyes flicking down to Theo’s still-flushed face. “The sink in the bathroom is acting up again. I’ve tried everything, but it seems we’re going to need a professional.”Theo sighed. “Call Ali,” he said, his voice a little too gruff. “Tell him to come over.”Marc nodded and disappeared into the kitchen to make the call before heading home.Minutes later, the doorbell rang, a shrill sound that pierced the quiet of the apartment.
Character: Ali
Age: 44
Profession: Plumber
Character description: A nimble, large man, bald, with a mustache and a large eggplant.
He opened the door to find Ali, the plumber, a towering figure of raw masculinity whose hands were rough from years of wrestling pipes into submission. Ali was a fucking vision—tall, broad-shouldered, his chiseled chest straining against a tight, sweat-stained work shirt that clung to every ridge of muscle, his nipples hard, visible through the thin fabric. His dark work pants hugged his thick thighs, the obscene bulge of his cock clearly outlined, promising a tool far more dangerous than anything in his toolbox.
Ali’s cocky smirk was pure sin, his dark eyes glinting with hidden talents that made Theo’s hole clench with anticipation.
“Ali,” Theo said, his voice thick with eager lust, betraying the heat pooling in his groin. “Thanks for coming, man.”
Ali winked, his gaze raking over Theo’s body like a predator sizing up its prey, lingering on the growing bulge in Theo’s sweatpants.
“Anytime, Theo,” he drawled, his voice a low, gravelly purr that sent a shiver down Theo’s spine. “Fuck, you’ve made this place a goddamn palace.”
Theo led Ali to the bathroom, his heart hammering, his cock swelling with every step as he fought the urge to drop to his knees right there.
As Ali crawled under the sink, his muscular ass flexed in those tight pants, the fabric stretching to reveal every curve, the outline of his thick cock shifting as he moved. Theo stared, his mouth watering, his cock throbbing so hard it leaked precum, soaking his sweatpants, the wet spot spreading while his desire consumed him. Ali was a fucking feast, a temptation Theo couldn’t resist.
“All fixed,” Ali called out, his voice muffled from under the sink, rough and teasing. “Turn on the water, sexy.”
Theo stepped closer, his hand brushing the faucet, his body buzzing with anticipation. Ali’s head emerged, his dark eyes locking onto Theo’s in the mirror, and the sight was undeniable—Ali’s cock swollen, straining against his pants, the fabric dark with precum, the thick, veiny outline making Theo’s hole twitch with need. The air was thick with the musky scent of Ali’s arousal, mingling with the faint metallic tang of the bathroom.
“Looks like your pipe’s not the only thing leaking,” Theo murmured, his voice dripping with filthy desire, his eyes fixed on the massive bulge, his own cock pulsing in response.
Ali’s smirk widened, his eyes dropping to Theo’s crotch, where the wet spot betrayed his aching need. “Seems like I need some… hands-on maintenance,” he growled, his voice low and rough, laced with a promise that made Theo’s balls tighten.
Theo closed the distance, his body moving on instinct, his hand reaching out to cup Ali’s cock through his pants. The heat and pulse of it seared through the fabric, Ali’s thick shaft throbbing under Theo’s fingers, the precum-soaked material slick and warm. Ali’s eyes fluttered shut, a low moan escaping his lips as his hips bucked slightly, pressing his cock harder into Theo’s grip.
“Fuck, you’re eager, aren’t you?” Ali rasped, his breath hitching, his voice thick with raw lust.
With a swift, desperate tug, Theo yanked Ali’s pants down, the fabric pooling at his ankles, his cock springing free—a fucking beast, thick and veiny, at least nine inches of pulsing meat, the swollen, purple head glistening with precum that dripped in a slow, sticky bead. Theo’s mouth watered, his hole clenching, his own cock throbbing so hard it hurt, leaking precum that soaked through his sweatpants.
He dropped to his knees, the cold tile biting into his skin, and wrapped his lips around Ali’s cock, the salty, musky taste of precum flooding his tongue. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the fat head, licking up every drop, his hands gripping Ali’s muscular thighs, feeling the raw power beneath the skin.
“Fuck, yeah, suck that cock, you dirty little slut,” Ali groaned, his voice a guttural growl, his hands tangling in Theo’s hair, pulling tight as he guided Theo’s mouth deeper. Theo moaned around the shaft, the vibrations making Ali’s cock twitch, his hips thrusting, fucking Theo’s throat with slow, deliberate pumps. Theo gagged, his eyes watering, spit dribbling down his chin, mixing with the precum that coated his lips, the sloppy, wet sounds filling the bathroom. His own cock pulsed, leaking a steady stream onto the floor, his balls aching with the need for release.
Ali pulled back suddenly, his cock slipping from Theo’s mouth with a wet pop, a strand of spit and precum connecting them.
“Not like this, you greedy fuck,” he snarled, his eyes blazing with primal hunger. “I’m gonna fuck that tight little ass of yours till you’re screaming.”
Theo nodded, his eyes glazed with lust, his body trembling with need. Ali stood, his cock bobbing with every step, thick and glistening, as he grabbed Theo and shoved him against the sink. The cold porcelain pressed against Theo’s fevered skin, a sharp contrast to the heat of Ali’s body as he yanked Theo’s sweatpants down, the fabric ripping slightly, exposing Theo’s firm, round ass. Ali’s hands were rough, spreading Theo’s cheeks wide, revealing his tight, puckered hole, already twitching with anticipation.
“Fuck, look at this perfect little fuckhole,” Ali growled, his voice thick with desire as he grabbed the lube from his toolbox, squirting a thick, glistening stream into his hand. The slick, wet sound of his fingers coating themselves filled the room as he smeared the cool gel over Theo’s crack, circling his hole with slow, teasing strokes, the sensation making Theo moan, his spine arching, his cock dripping onto the floor.
Ali pushed two fingers inside with no warning, the burn of the stretch making Theo gasp, his hole clenching around the intrusion. “So fucking tight,” Ali murmured, adding a third finger, fucking Theo’s ass with slow, deliberate thrusts, the wet squelch of lube and flesh echoing as he scissored and twisted, opening Theo wide.
“Fuck me, Ali, fucking wreck my ass,” Theo begged, his voice raw, his body shaking, his hole gaping and slick, desperate for Ali’s cock.
Ali smirked, slathering lube over his massive shaft, the head swollen and dripping, veins bulging as he stroked himself, the slick, obscene sound driving Theo wild. He positioned himself, the fat tip of his cock nudging Theo’s hole, teasing the sensitive rim with slow, torturous pressure until Theo whimpered, his ass pushing back, begging to be filled.
“Gonna fuck you till you can’t walk, you cock-hungry whore,” Ali growled, and with one brutal, relentless thrust, he buried his cock balls-deep in Theo’s ass. Theo screamed, the stretch searing, his hole clamping around Ali’s girth, the pain melting into a pleasure so intense it made his vision blur.
Ali’s heavy balls slapped against Theo’s ass, the wet smack-smack-smack a filthy rhythm as he pounded, each thrust slamming into Theo’s prostate, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through his trembling body.
“Take my fucking cock, you slut,” Ali snarled, his hands gripping Theo’s hips so hard they’d bruise, his fingers digging into flesh as he fucked Theo with savage intensity. The mirror rattled, threatening to crack, the sounds of flesh slapping flesh filling the bathroom, mingling with Theo’s moans and Ali’s guttural growls.
Theo’s hands clutched the sink, his knuckles white, his legs trembling as Ali’s cock plowed his ass, stretching him wide, filling him completely. The air was thick with the musky stench of sweat, lube, and sex, Theo’s cock bouncing, leaking a steady stream of precum that splattered the sink, his balls tight and aching.
“You love this, don’t you? Love getting your ass fucked raw,” Ali rasped, leaning down to bite Theo’s shoulder, his teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh, drawing a moan as pain and pleasure collided. Theo’s hole clenched, milking Ali’s cock, his body writhing under the onslaught, every thrust an explosion that pushed him closer to the edge.
“Yes, fuck, I’m your dirty little bitch!” Theo cried, his voice hoarse, his ass pushing back to meet Ali’s thrusts, desperate for more.
Ali’s hand slid around, wrapping around Theo’s cock, jerking it with rough, relentless strokes, his thumb swiping over the precum-slick head, the sensation overwhelming.
“Cum for me, you filthy fuck,” Ali growled, his voice a dark command, and Theo lost it, his climax hitting like a freight train. His cum shot in thick white ropes, splattering the mirror and dripping down the sink, his ass spasming around Ali’s cock, milking it with desperate need.
Ali roared, his cock pulsing deep inside Theo, unloading a torrent of hot, thick cum that filled Theo’s ass to the brim, the creamy excess leaking out in sticky streams down his thighs, pooling on the floor as Ali kept thrusting, milking every last drop.
He pulled out with a wet pop, a final spurt of cum landing on Theo’s ass cheek, marking him like a claim.
They stood there, panting, their bodies slick with sweat, cum, and lube, the bathroom was a fucking warzone of their release, the mirror streaked with Theo’s cum, the air heavy with the primal scent of their lust.
Theo leaned against the sink, his legs wobbly, his hole throbbing, stretched wide and dripping with Ali’s cum.
“How much for the repair?” he managed, his voice a hoarse whisper, his body still trembling from the intensity.
Ali chuckled, pulling his pants up, his cock still half-hard, glistening with lube and cum. “This one’s on the house, you sexy fuck,” he said, zipping up his fly, his smirk pure satisfaction. “Call it a housewarming gift.”
Theo grinned, the innuendo sparking a fresh wave of heat in his groin. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” he said, his voice low, teasing.
Ali winked, grabbing his tools with a fluid ease, his movements loose and sated. “You know where to find me,” he said, his eyes dark with promise, “when that ass needs more… maintenance.”
The door closed with a soft click as Ali left, leaving Theo against the sink, his body still buzzing from the brutal climax, his hole aching, his mind reeling with the raw intensity of what just happened.
Blowjob City had a way of delivering surprises, each one more decadent than the last, and Theo was already craving the next. The evening stretched before him, a whirlwind of desire that left him hungry for more, his body and soul marked by the men who claimed him in this city of unrelenting lust.
Theo’s body still buzzed with the raw, electric aftershocks of his encounter with Ali, the plumber, but his mind was consumed by Alex. The gym owner was a storm of raw masculinity—his chiseled body etched with tattoos that whispered of pain and survival, and those piercing blue eyes that seemed to fuck Theo’s soul before their bodies even touched.
Their first encounter in the gym’s private training room had been a cataclysm of sweat and lust, a brutal dance of cocks and holes that left Theo addicted. Every workout since had ended the same way: a savage, cum-soaked fuck that made Theo’s ass throb and his heart race for more.
Their training sessions were foreplay to depravity. Alex would drive Theo through grueling sets—squats that set his thighs ablaze, deadlifts that made his glutes scream—his hands grazing Theo’s cock through the skin-tight compression tights, teasing it to hardness. Theo knew the drill. As soon as the last rep was done, Alex’s voice would rumble, “Strip, you fucking slut.”
Theo would obey, ripping off his drenched shirt and tights, his cock springing free, leaking precum in thick, sticky strands. Alex never hesitated. He’d slam Theo against the mirrored wall, his rough hands prying Theo’s ass cheeks apart, exposing his tight, twitching hole.
“Goddamn, look at that hungry little fuckhole,” Alex would growl, his voice dripping with filth as he spat on his fingers, shoving three into Theo’s ass without warning. Theo would howl, his face smashed against the mirror, his breath fogging the glass as Alex’s fingers fucked him open, stretching his hole with a burning, delicious sting.
“This cunt was built for my cock, wasn’t it?” Alex would taunt, his other hand stroking his own massive shaft, thick and veiny, the head swollen and glistening with precum.
Alex’s cock was a fucking weapon—nine inches of rock-hard, pulsing meat that made Theo’s mouth water and his ass clench with need. He’d slather it with lube, the wet squelching sound filling the room as he lined it up with Theo’s hole. The first thrust was always merciless, a single brutal plunge that buried his cock balls-deep, stretching Theo’s ass to its limits.
Theo would scream, the mix of agony and ecstasy making his cock slap against his abs, leaking a steady stream of precum. Alex fucked like a machine, his balls smacking Theo’s ass with every thrust, the wet slap-slap-slap echoing in the room.
“Take it, you dirty little whore,” Alex would snarl, his hands bruising Theo’s hips as he pounded, his cock slamming into Theo’s prostate, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Theo would push back, desperate for more, his ass swallowing Alex’s cock like it was starving.
“Fuck me harder, you bastard!” he’d beg, his voice raw, his body trembling as his orgasm built.
Alex would wrap his hand around Theo’s cock, jerking it with rough, punishing strokes. “Cum for me, you filthy bitch,” he’d command, and Theo would erupt, his cum spraying the mirror in thick white ropes, his ass clamping down on Alex’s cock like a vice.
Alex would follow, his cock pulsing as he unloaded a torrent of hot, thick cum deep into Theo’s ass, filling him until it oozed out, dripping down Theo’s thighs in sticky rivulets. They’d collapse onto the mats, panting, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, the air thick with the musky stench of sex.
Theo would lie there, his hole throbbing, his body spent, but his heart pounding with something deeper than lust—a need to know the man who fucked him like a god.
Their actions would continue in the apartments.
In the quiet of Theo’s apartment, Theo began to see the cracks in the alpha’s armor. At nights, Alex would thrash in his sleep, his face twisted in torment, muttering disjointed pleas—“No, don’t touch me!” or “Get it off him!”—his voice raw with terror. Nightmares plagued him, and Theo would watch, chest tight, as the man who seemed unbreakable unraveled in the dark.
Those moments stirred something in Theo, a desire to peel back the layers of Alex’s pain, to understand the demons that haunted him.
One evening, after another punishing workout and a fuck so intense it left Theo’s ass red and dripping—Alex had bent him over a weight bench, spanking his cheeks until they burned before ramming his cock in so hard the bench groaned—Theo suggested dinner.
Alex, still flushed, his cock barely softened in his shorts, agreed with a rare, soft smile.
They chose a dimly lit restaurant on the outskirts of Blowjob City, its intimate booths a haven from the city’s relentless pulse of desire. Over a bottle of red wine, Alex’s guard lowered, his blue eyes softer, almost fragile.
Theo reached for his hand, their fingers brushing, and asked, “What’s your story, Alex? Before the gym, before me. What shaped you?”
Alex took a deep breath, his gaze distant, haunted. “I was a soldier,” he said, his voice low, rough with pain. “Not the kind you see in movies. I was part of a black-ops team, sent on a secret mission to a lab in the middle of nowhere. We were told it was a bio-weapon, something the government needed contained. But it wasn’t a weapon—it was a fucking monster.
Like something out of a nightmare, an alien thing with tentacles that moved like they had a mind of their own. It was fast, strong, and it… it attacked us. Literally. Those limbs—they’d wrap around you. My team, we fought it, but it was pinning us down, with strenght I can’t even describe.
My best friend, Jake, he… he saved me. The thing had me pinned, its tentacles inside me, and I was done for. Jake grabbed a grenade from his belt, screamed at me to run, and threw himself at it. The explosion took out the creature, the lab, everything—but Jake was gone. I was the only one who made it out.
The military covered it up, stripped me of my rank, my medals, everything. They silenced me, threatened me to keep my mouth shut. I was discharged, left with nothing but the nightmares. That thing still haunts me, Theo. I see it every night, feel it inside me.”
Theo’s heart broke as Alex’s voice cracked, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“After that, my life fell apart. My wife couldn’t handle me—the PTSD, the way I’d wake up screaming, the days I couldn’t get out of bed. She left me for another guy, someone who wasn’t broken. It fucking destroyed me. I was a shell, going to shrinks who didn’t understand, popping pills that didn’t help. The gym became my lifeline. Lifting, running, pushing my body to the edge—it’s the only thing that keeps the memories at bay. It’s all I had until… you.”
Theo squeezed Alex’s hand, his throat tight. “You’re not alone anymore, Alex,” he said softly. “You’ve got me, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Alex’s eyes shimmered, a tear escaping as he whispered, “You don’t know what you mean to me, Theo. You see past the fucked-up soldier, past the guy who pounds your ass into oblivion. You see me.”
Theo wanted to give Alex something to hold onto, something to pull him out of the darkness. He planned a surprise, keeping it secret as they finished their meal. “Come with me,” he said, leading Alex to his car.
They drove far from Blowjob City’s neon glow, to a secluded hilltop where the sky was a vast, star-strewn canvas, untainted by light pollution. Theo spread a blanket on the grass, the night air cool against their skin, the only sound the soft hum of nature.
“Look up,” Theo said, pulling Alex down beside him. The Perseid meteor shower streaked across the sky, fiery trails of light cutting through the darkness.
Alex lay silent, his head on Theo’s chest, his breathing steadying as they watched the stars fall.
“I haven’t done this since I was a young,” Alex murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Before the mission, before that fucking monster. I forgot how beautiful the world can be.”
Theo wrapped an arm around him, feeling the warmth of Alex’s body. “You deserve beauty, Alex,” he said. “You’re not just the soldier who survived hell. You’re the man who makes my world fucking explode, in every way.”
Alex turned, his eyes wet, his voice barely a whisper. “Theo, you’re the best thing in my life. I was lost before you. You make me feel… whole.”
Their lips crashed together, a kiss that burned with more than lust—a raw, soul-deep connection. Theo’s hands tore at Alex’s shirt, desperate for skin, for the heat of his body.
They stripped under the starlight, their clothes discarded on the blanket, the cool air kissing their naked flesh. Theo’s cock was rock-hard, dripping precum as he straddled Alex, his fingers tracing the scars and tattoos that told Alex’s story.
“Fuck me under the stars,” Theo growled, his voice thick with need. He slicking his fingers and shoving them into his own ass, stretching his hole with deep, rough thrusts. He moaned, his fingers plunging in and out, his hole slick and gaping as Alex watched, his cock throbbing against his abs, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
“I want your huge fucking cock splitting my ass open, Alex.”
Alex snarled, flipping Theo onto his back with a strength that made Theo’s cock twitch. The fat head swollen and pulsing, and positioned it at Theo’s entrance.
“You’re gonna take every inch of this dick,” Alex growled, and with one savage thrust, he buried his cock balls-deep in Theo’s ass, the stretch so intense Theo screamed, his nails raking Alex’s back.
“Fuck, yes!” Theo cried, his ass clenching around Alex’s cock as he pounded, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in the night.
Alex’s balls smacked against Theo’s ass, his thrusts brutal, hammering Theo’s prostate with every stroke. Theo’s cock bounced, leaking a steady stream of precum, his body shaking with the onslaught of pleasure.
“Your ass is so fucking tight, you little whore,” Alex grunted, his hands gripping Theo’s thighs, spreading them wide. He leaned down, biting Theo’s nipple hard, making him yelp as pain and pleasure collided. “You love being my fucktoy, don’t you?”
“Yes, I’m your fucking slut!” Theo gasped, his voice breaking as Alex fucked him harder, his cock a relentless piston driving Theo to the edge.
Alex reached down, wrapping his hand around Theo’s cock, jerking it with rough, precise strokes. “Cum for me, you filthy bitch,” he commanded, and Theo exploded, his cum shooting across his chest, splattering his face, his ass spasming around Alex’s cock.
Alex roared, his climax hitting as he pumped a flood of hot, thick cum into Theo’s ass, filling him until it leaked out, dripping onto the blanket in sticky streams.
They collapsed, panting, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, the stars above bearing witness to their raw passion.
As they lay there, Alex’s head on Theo’s chest, Theo felt the weight of Alex’s confession—the horror of the creature, the loss of his friend, the betrayal of the military. The dominant alpha who fucked like a god was also a man scarred by an unimaginable nightmare, his heart laid bare under the meteor shower.
Theo kissed his forehead, whispering, “I’ve got you, Alex. Always.”
Alex’s voice was a broken whisper. “Thank you, Theo. For seeing me. For this.”
They stayed until dawn, wrapped in each other’s arms, the stars fading as Blowjob City stirred below.
Theo knew their story was just beginning—each workout, each fuck, each quiet moment would forge a bond stronger than steel. In a city built on lust, they’d found something deeper, maybe a love that burned brighter than any star.
Theo and Alex’s connection had deepened in the weeks following their stargazing night, but it was a bond built on a volatile mix of lust and unspoken emotions. Theo, ever open-minded, saw Alex as more than just a lover. The gym owner’s commanding presence and brutal fucks made Theo’s body sing, but it was the glimpses of Alex’s vulnerability—his nightmares, his haunted confessions—that made Theo feel something dangerously close to love. He kept those feelings locked away, telling himself Alex was a friend, a fuckbuddy, nothing more. But every time Alex’s cock slammed into him, every time their sweat-soaked bodies collapsed together, Theo felt a pull he couldn’t ignore.
Alex, on the other hand, had softened. The dominant alpha who once fucked Theo with cold, commanding precision now lingered after their sessions, his touches gentler, his eyes searching Theo’s for something more. They’d lie in Alex’s apartment, Theo tracing the tattoos that mapped Alex’s scars, listening to his steady heartbeat. But this softening came at a cost. Alex’s demons—the memories of that monstrous creature from the secret mission, the tentacles that violated him, the explosion that took his friend Jake—seemed to claw their way back with a vengeance. The more Alex let his guard down, the more his nightmares intensified, as if his vulnerability had cracked open a door to the horrors he’d buried.
Their routine continued—grueling workouts followed by raw, animalistic sex. In the gym’s private training room, Alex would push Theo to his limits, barking orders as Theo’s muscles burned through deadlifts and bench presses. The air thickened with tension, Theo’s cock hardening in his tights as Alex’s hands grazed his ass, his thighs, his bulge.
“Strip, you fucking whore,” Alex would growl, and Theo would comply, peeling off his gear, his cock springing free, dripping precum onto the mats. Alex would shove him against the mirrored wall, his fingers slick with spit as he plunged them into Theo’s ass, stretching his hole with a rough, relentless rhythm.
“Look at this tight little fuckhole,” Alex would sneer, his voice dripping with filth. “Begging for my cock.”
Alex’s cock was a fucking masterpiece—thick, veiny, with a swollen head that glistened with precum. He’d lube it up, the wet, squelching sound driving Theo wild as Alex lined up with his hole. The first thrust was always a brutal invasion, his cock splitting Theo open, filling him to the brim. Theo would scream, his ass clenching around Alex’s shaft, his own cock slapping against his abs, leaking a steady stream of precum.
“Fuck me, you bastard!” Theo would cry, his voice raw, his body trembling as Alex pounded, his balls smacking Theo’s ass with a wet, obscene slap. The mirrors reflected every depraved detail—the ripple of Alex’s muscles, the jiggle of Theo’s ass, the way their bodies fused in a frenzy of lust.
Alex would jerk Theo’s cock, his grip punishing, his thrusts hammering Theo’s prostate until he exploded, cum spraying the mirror in thick, white ropes, his ass spasming around Alex’s cock. Alex would follow, roaring as he pumped a torrent of hot cum into Theo’s ass, filling him until it dripped down his thighs in sticky streams. They’d collapse, panting, the air heavy with the stench of sweat and sex, Theo’s hole throbbing, his heart racing with something deeper than physical release.
But one night in Theo’s apartment revealed a different side of their connection. Theo would wake to Alex’s screams, his body thrashing, his voice muttering about tentacles, blood, and Jake’s sacrifice. Theo would hold him, whispering reassurances, but the nightmares grew worse, as if Alex’s softening heart had unleashed the full force of his trauma. Theo felt torn—Alex’s vulnerability drew him closer, but the intensity of his pain was a reminder of how little Theo truly knew him.
One night, in Theo’s apartment, everything changed. They’d fucked earlier, a session so intense Theo’s ass still ached—Alex had bent him over the kitchen counter, spanking his cheeks until they burned, then fucked him so hard the dishes rattled. Exhausted, they’d collapsed into bed, Alex’s arms wrapped around Theo, their bodies warm and tangled. But in the dead of night, Theo was jolted awake by Alex’s blood-curdling scream. Alex’s eyes were wide, empty, staring into some unseen horror, his hands clawing at the air as if fighting off an invisible enemy.
“No! Get it off me!” he shouted, his voice raw with terror.
Theo froze, his heart pounding, but he quickly gathered himself, reaching for Alex.
“Alex, it’s me! You’re safe!” he called, his voice trembling.
But before he could react, Alex, still lost in his nightmare, lunged at him with unnatural strength, his eyes devoid of recognition, filled with something primal, something other. In a blur of motion, he shoved Theo off the bed, the impact knocking the wind out of him as he hit the floor.
Alex was on him in an instant, his body radiating a feral intensity. He pinned Theo down, his hands ripping at Theo’s boxers, tearing them off with a savage growl. Theo’s cock hardened despite the shock, his body responding to the raw dominance. Alex’s eyes were wild, unseeing, as if possessed by something beyond himself. He spat onto his hand, slicking his massive cock, the head swollen and pulsing, and without warning, he forced Theo’s legs apart, shoving his cock into Theo’s ass with a single, brutal thrust.
“Fuck!” Theo screamed, the pain searing as Alex’s cock stretched his hole, filling him with a force that felt inhuman. Alex fucked him like a beast, his thrusts relentless, his hands bruising Theo’s hips as he pounded, the bed creaking under the onslaught. Theo’s ass burned, the stretch overwhelming, but the pleasure was undeniable—Alex’s cock hit his prostate with every savage thrust, sending shocks of ecstasy through his body.
“Alex, fuck, slow down!” Theo gasped, but Alex was gone, his face a mask of rage and fear, his eyes glowing with something unnatural, something that wasn’t Alex.
The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping flesh, Alex’s balls smacking Theo’s ass, his cock driving deeper, harder, as if trying to claim every inch of him. Theo’s cock bounced, leaking precum onto his stomach, his body trembling with the mix of pain, pleasure, and fear.
“You’re mine,” Alex growled, but his voice was wrong—deeper, guttural, like something else was speaking through him. Theo’s heart raced, his mind reeling—who the fuck is this?—but his body betrayed him, his orgasm building under the relentless assault.
Alex’s hand wrapped around Theo’s cock, jerking it with rough, punishing strokes.
“Cum, you fucking slut,” he snarled, and Theo couldn’t hold back. His climax hit like a freight train, his cum shooting across his chest, splattering his face, his ass clenching around Alex’s cock. Alex roared, his cock pulsing as he unloaded a flood of hot, thick cum into Theo’s ass, filling him until it leaked out, dripping onto the floor.
The intensity was overwhelming, Theo’s body shaking as Alex collapsed on top of him, panting, his eyes slowly clearing.
Alex blinked, the wildness fading, replaced by confusion and horror.
“Theo… fuck, what happened?” he stammered, pulling out with a wet pop, his cum dripping from Theo’s stretched hole. He scrambled back, his face pale.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—fuck, I don’t remember—” He ran his hands through his hair, his voice breaking. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
Theo lay there, his body aching, his mind spinning. The fuck had been incredible—raw, brutal, mind-blowing—but the look in Alex’s eyes, that thing that wasn’t Alex, haunted him.
“It’s okay,” Theo said, his voice shaky, trying to reassure himself as much as Alex. “You weren’t… you. But I’m okay.”
Alex shook his head, his eyes filled with guilt.
“No, it’s not okay. I could’ve hurt you. I’m fucked up, Theo. I’m so sorry.”
He grabbed his clothes, pulling them on with trembling hands, and bolted from the apartment, leaving Theo sprawled on the floor, his ass throbbing, his heart heavy.
Theo tried calling Alex’s phone, but it went straight to voicemail, each unanswered call twisting the knot in his stomach tighter. He crawled back into bed, his body still slick with cum and sweat, his mind racing with questions. Who was that in Alex’s eyes? What the fuck is he carrying? He barely slept, tossing and turning as the night bled into dawn, the sunlight streaming through the window, warming his skin but not his thoughts.
When Theo finally checked his phone, there was a message from Alex. His heart leapt, then sank as he read:
“Theo, thank you for everything. You’ve been the best thing in my life, but I’m broken. Last night proved it. I need time to fix myself, get real help. I’m so sorry for what happened. Please don’t look for me—it’s better for you, at least for now.”
Theo stared at the words, his chest tight. He wanted to chase after Alex, to demand answers, but the finality of the message stopped him. He felt lost, torn between the raw connection they’d shared and the terrifying glimpse of whatever haunted Alex.
Later, in the morning. As he lay there, drifting in and out of a restless doze, a voice broke through his haze.
“Ha, rough night, huh?” Theo’s eyes snapped open. Standing in the doorway of his bedroom was Oliver, his best friend, leaning casually against the frame with a knowing smirk. ‘’I was passing by the building so I decided to stop by your place.’’
Name: Oliver
Age: 28
Profession: Actor
Character description: Oliver was a vision—green eyes, tall, handsome, with a black mustache and dark curly hair. As an actor, he thrived on Blowjob City’s chaotic energy, his charm and wit making him a magnet for attention. But to Theo, he was more—his confidant, his rock, the one who always knew when something was off.
“You have no fucking idea,” Theo muttered, sitting up, his body still sore from Alex’s brutal fuck. He ran a hand through his hair, his mind still reeling.
Oliver raised an eyebrow, stepping into the room, his eyes scanning Theo’s disheveled state—the cum-stained sheets, the faint bruises on his hips.
“Spill it, man. You look like you got fucked by a hurricane and then dumped by one.”
Theo laughed, a hollow sound, and began to recount the night—the nightmare, Alex’s possession-like state, the savage fuck that left him both exhilarated and terrified. Oliver listened, his expression shifting from amusement to concern.
“ Theo,” he said when Theo finished. “That’s… intense. You sure you’re okay?”
“I don’t know,” Theo admitted, his voice quiet. “The sex was fucking incredible, but… it wasn’t him. Or it was, but something else was there too. And now he’s gone, and I don’t know what the fuck to think. We've had wild sex before, but this time I felt his cock grow inside me. I thought that was it - R.I.P. Theo.”
Oliver sat on the edge of the bed, his hand resting on Theo’s shoulder.
“You’ve always been too open-hearted for your own good,” he said softly. “But this Alex guy… he’s carrying some heavy shit. Maybe he’s right to take space, figure it out. You can’t fix him, Theo, no matter how much you want to.”
Theo nodded, the weight of Oliver’s words settling over him. He looked at his friend, grateful for his presence, his steadiness.
“Thanks, Oli,” he said. “I just… I need to figure out what the hell this all means.”
Oliver grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Well, if you need a distraction, you know I’m always good for one.” He winked, and Theo couldn’t help but laugh, the tension easing slightly.
As the sun climbed higher, bathing the apartment in golden light, Theo felt a flicker of hope. Alex’s absence left a void, but Oliver’s presence reminded him he wasn’t alone. Blowjob City was an unpredictable place, and Theo knew more adventures—sexual, emotional, and everything in between—awaited him. For now, he’d let Alex find his path, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that their story wasn’t over.
