On my final leg of the trip, I was staying at a resort on the edge of a cloud forest. There were a few dozen wooden cabins connected by flagstone pathways that wove through the lush grounds. The plant life was extensive enough to give each cabin a secluded feeling. Oddly though, some cabins still had shared showers from when the resort was hostel. The shared showers were just down the way from my cabin, so I sometimes saw fellow guests making their way to and from them.
One morning as I was leaving my cabin, I saw a cute, white, twunk walking by my room. Towel slung over his shoulder, mopey hair still wet, his toned body clad in a tight pair of gray heather boxer briefs, his ample package greeted me as he walked by, and a firm plump butt waved goodbye.
As he climbed a few stairs along the path up to his cabin, he turned and saw me watching him. The seam of the boxer briefs dug into his butt crack, the soft cotton fabric cradling his plump glutes. With a grin, he turned back and continued into his cabin.
I told Arjun about the twunk, and he encouraged me to pursue the mutual interest, giving me a rare pass to engage with another man without him being involved. Calling him to watch my exploits at this point in the trip wasn’t easy since he was back at work. So, he gave me a pass to engage; well, not just engage like at the river, but this time I could go as far as I wanted if the opportunity arose. If it happened, Arjun just wanted to hear all the juicy details.
The following morning as I stretched in bed, I saw movement out my window. I typically sleep with the curtains open; it gives me a sense of freedom.
Standing, my morning wood bouncing in the air, I saw the twunk from the previous day passing by my window. I had the feeling he’d been looking at my nude, erect body waking from sleep.
A short time later, barely enough for me to dress, the twunk was huffing as he headed back to his room, passing by my door on the path. He was mumbling something in an annoyed tone.
“Everything ok,” I asked, adjusting my still hard dick in my own pair of trunks. I was both genuinely concerned and capitalized on the opportunity to engage with him.
His angry gaze leveled itself on my concerned look. He sighed. “The shared shower is out again. It keeps happening. I only got lucky yesterday.” His package wiggled in the same tight gray heather boxer briefs as he gesticulated, showing his annoyance and drawing my eyes from his face to his crotch.
“My shower works nicely if you’d like to use it,” I offered, hoping he’d take the bait.
He looked me over, my morning wood only partially subsided, his eyes too locked onto my crotch. He licked his lips.
Stammering, “That’s a very nice offer,” he said, eyeing me. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable in your room alone though.” He raised his eyes, bringing them back to level with mine. “You’ll have to stay with me.”
“Not a problem,” I said with a nod and ushered him into my room.
I showed him to the bathroom. It was all glass and would not give him any privacy.
He walked past me, his body grazing mine. “Thank you.”
Looking over his shoulder at me, he slung his towel over the top of the glass and hooked his fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs. He pushed them down a few inches, the top of his crack and smooth, muscle butt showing.
“You know,” he said, eyeing me over his shoulder as his boxer briefs slipped down another inch. “There is plenty of room in the shower for both of us.” His plump butt bounced free from the waistband of his boxer briefs. He bent over to pull them fully off, his anus just hidden by shadow and his ample cheeks. “I know you haven’t had time to shower yet.”
So, I mused, he was watching me through the window. Within seconds my trunks were on the floor, my still-hard dick swaying as I followed him into the shower.
“I have a voyeur on my hands do I,” I teased, patting his naked ass.
He giggled and gave me a shit-eating grin. “What can I say, I couldn’t stay away from you.”
Turning on the nozzles, I got a view of his dick growing to erection from 3inchs flaccid to 5.5inches hard and meaty. He was uncut and completely smooth. His medium sized testicles hung loose.
“Come here,” he said, pulling me by my bicep, which he fondled, into the spray of the hot shower. The water cascaded off my chest and over my groin, spraying him with residual droplets.
His hands frothed the soap, and he was soon pawing at my bush, balls, and dick. One hand slipped between my legs, soaping my taint and crack while the other jacked my dick.
“Fuck,” I moaned at the attention.
“Fuck indeed,” the twunk said in wonder. “Your cock is huge.”
I’d grown to my full 8inches and my angry red mushroom head was bursting with blood.
He washed away the soap and sank to his knees.
“Let me repay your kindness,” he said, his mouth surrounding the fat head, his tongue lashing my glans.
“Fuck,” I yelled, pleasure wracking my body.
Popping of my dick, “You like that daddy? My mouth sucking your hot, huge cock?”
“Fuck yeah boy,” I growled, playing along. “Suck daddy’s giant dick.”
The twunk took the command in earnest, spitting on my shaft and driving his mouth down the length until he choked on the last few inches.
He bobbed up and down, taking it centimeter by centimeter, incrementally choking my dick down his throat.
I placed my hands on his throat and alternated between stroking and choking him. He was moaning heavily at the feeling of my hands outside and my dick inside.
With one last gag, my cockhead slipped down his throat and his nose became buried in my thick, gingery bush.
He moaned loudly and flexed his throat muscles, savoring the feeling of my large dick stretching him out.
His eyes, shimmering with moisture, gazed up at me longingly.
I smiled down at home, moving a hand to his face, rubbing his cheek bone and eyebrow.
“Fuck yeah boy,” I cooed. “Feel daddy’s shlong stretching your throat out. He’s loves it when you make him feel good.”
The twunk whined, swallowing, licking his tongue along the bottom of my shaft.
After a minute he pulled back, moaned, and drove back down. Back and forth. Faster. Sucking my cock for all he was worth.
He was also jacking is own dick, which was pouring out precum.
“Daddy’s getting close,” I told him, placing my hand on his forehead to stop him from sucking me back in. “And he doesn’t want to cum yet. He’s got other plans before that happens.”
I pulled my dick free from his mouth with a pop and slapped his face with it. The slapping sound mixing with the sharp moan from the twunk, on the boundary between pleasure and pain. I felt a slight sting myself along my schlong and my cock throbbed.
I slapped again. Harder.
“Fuck daddy,” the twunk groaned.
I slapped a third time. Just as hard. Stinging. “You like daddy’s dick?”
“Fuck,” he moaned. “I love it.”
And another stinging slap. His face and my dick turning red.
He tried to catch my dick with his mouth, opening wide, tongue sticking out, but I slapped it straight down over his face. A fat glob of precum spreading out on his forehead.
He licked at my testicles, and I mashed my cock and sac into his face.
“Feel that daddy dick own your face boy,” I growled.
He moaned, unable to form words, tongue snaking around my shaft.
“But now I want to eat my boy’s ass,” I said.
The twunk bound to his feet, hands on the shower glass wall, hips hinged, ass sticking out towards me. His ass, like the rest of him, was perfectly smooth and firm.
Soaping his cheeks and crack, my fingers teased his hole and worked some soap inside.
Leaning in, my muscled body tight to his, I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck.
“Fuck daddy,” he moaned, feeling my finger piercing his anus and my hot breath on his neck.
“Got to get you nice and clean for daddy’s tongue,” I breathed, kissing his neck.
The twunk whimpered, relaxed his hole, letting my finger slip deeper inside, encouraging me.
Pulling out and washing the soap away, my mouth quickly replaced my fingers, my tongue licking the entire crack in all directions. Breathing heavily, moaning myself, I made a meal of his twunk cake.
“Oh yeah daddy,” he whined, pushing his ass out further, mashing it into my face.
Smacking his ass hard enough to sting him and my hand, I tongue lashed around his hole, getting him wet and relaxed. I probed inside, my tongue spreading his willing hole.
“Ooooooh fuck yeah daddy,” he moaned. “Eat my ass!”
Licking and probing, smacking his cheeks, my eating continued until he was nice and open and begging me to, “Please fuck me with your giant daddy dick.” It didn’t take long for him to start begging, word for word, for me to fuck him.
I lined my dick up with his hole and pressed the head into it. His anus lips spread open, enveloping my head and sucking my dick inside a few inches.
“FUCK,” the twunk yelled in pleasure.
I wrapped my arms tightly around his torso, holding him hard to my muscled body. He could feel my chest hair tickling his back and my trimmed beard tickling his neck.
“You want daddy’s dick in you?”
“Oh yeah.”
“All 8 fucking inches?”
“AAAAhhhh fuck yeah.”
“Can you handle it?”
“Yeah!” His hips tilted back, enveloping another inch of me into his anus, driving more moans from both of us.
“Then take it,” I commanded, ramming my cock fully inside, my head pressing into his bowels, my arms flexing to hold him tight to my body as I drew us into an upright position.
“AAGG FUCK,” he yelled in a mix of pleasure and surprise.
His ass spasmed around my dick and he was panting, trying to keep his cool, keep his ass relaxed at the sudden full masted invasion. His head lifted and sank back to rest on my defined upper chest.
“You’re so fucking big,” he groaned, his face contorted, looking up at me.
I wiggled my dick around, feeling his firm smooth cheeks rubbing along my groin and testicles. I could feel my full bush trailing along his smooth upper butt and lower back. Tilting my head and arching my neck, I kissed him. His lips were plump and soft, pillowy. He melted into me with a moan.
I moaned too. “Your ass feels amazing boy.”
He moaned again and his ass squeezed my dick. “Fuck me daddy.”
Holding his body tight, my hips flexed back and forth, my dick sliding effortlessly up and down his tight anus.
We were both moaning loudly, and since he could handle my initial thrusts, I picked up speed.
Releasing my hold on his body, I grabbed his hands and held them at the small of his back. Leaning away from him, I squatted slightly, giving myself more leverage and a view of my dick fucking in and out of his ass.
Pulling almost fully out, I rammed back in. He yelled in pleasure.
I repeated the maneuver. He yelled, awash in sexual bliss, his ass spasming.
“Fuck daddy,” he moaned. “I won’t last long like that.”
“You hold your cum boy,” I commanded, ramming his ass. “Daddy isn’t ready to cum just yet, not when he can enjoy this prime cake you have here.”
The twunk whimpered and did all he could to resist his building orgasm. With my long cock splitting him open, every pleasurable nerve in his anus was firing, his head filled with delights.
Holding his hands firmly to his lower back with one hand, I fucked him hard and fast, my testicles and thighs slapping into his firm ass. My other hand reached around and held his throat, gently choking him.
“AAA aaahhha ahhhahh agggga ahhhh,” he moaned with each thrust.
Not much later, his ass spasmed violently. “I can’t help it,” he cried out. “Your dick! FUCK daddy, it’s too much! It’s coming.”
His ass spasmed again and again as I pounded him.
“Fffuckkkk,” he yelled. “Hold me!”
I pulled him close, grunting with each thrust in his ear.
My dick was on fire and blood filled it to bursting.
“FUCK,” the twunk moaned. “Your dick got even bigger! FFFUUUCKKK!”
His ass squeezed down and released, contracting uncontrollably as his muscles began to pump his load.
“I’m so fucking hard for you boy,” I grunted. “Bust that fucking nut for your daddy. Show him how much you love his cock!”
Looking over his shoulder at me, his dick twitched, waving wildly between his legs as I hammered his hole, and released the first rope of cum. He shot hard, the load hitting the wall and his pecs and abs.
Twitch after twitch, his dick shot a massive, hands-free load fountaining all around the shower.
I collected some of his cum off his pecs, tasted it, gently twisted his head more, and kissed him.
“Taste your load as I fill you with mine,” I said just as my orgasm hit.
“GGGGGGGRRRRRRRAAAAAAAA FUCK,” I cried out and plunged my dick into the depths of his ass. I shuddered as my load filled him up. I could feel cum dripping out of him, down my testicles and legs, as more pumped inside.
Our moaning continued, our tongues twisted together in his mouth, and the last of our orgasms subsided.
We continued to kiss, and I kept him held close, our bodies pressed together, my softening dick staying inside him for a while. His dick deflated to a chub and mine, deflating more, slipped from his ass. He moaned, feeling the loss but relishing the afterglow. I kept my dick pressed between his cheeks and squeezed his torso tight between my muscled arms.
“I want to shower with you every day daddy,” the twunk said, holding onto my arms. “Good thing you believed me about the shower not working.”
I laughed and crushed him in my arms.
…
Later that night, over a video call when Arjun was home from work, I recounted every detail of my exploits with the twunk as we jacked off together, shooting our ropes simultaneously.
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