Connor’s wife had just left for the day, and he sat down at his desk with a million thoughts racing through his head. What was he doing? Twice now he’d gone over to his new neighbors house and fucked around with another guy. He’d never once before even checked a guy out, and in the past 48 hours he’d felt a cock, had his cocked sucked, sucked a cock, and had his ass eaten and fingered. It felt surreal that only two days ago he’d been, what? Straight? He was still straight, but he couldn’t deny that these hookups had felt incredible. The feeling of Brad’s finger on his prostate had been… indescribable. His cock was hard now just thinking about it.
Connor realized he hadn’t even logged into work yet, he was just staring at a black computer screen. He logged in but almost immediately his phone buzzed. It was a text from Brad.
“I saw your wife left, come over ;)” It read. Connor swallowed. He knew he shouldn’t. He had work to do, Sara might have forgotten something and have turned around to get it. If she came back and he wasn’t there what would he say? Brad’s previous text had mentioned setting up gym equipment. Fuck, he couldn’t wait. He stood up, his hard cock pushing straight out in his sweat pants. He couldn’t go outside like this. He went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. He tried to think of something else to calm himself down, but his mind kept going to Brad’s basement… what was waiting for him there. He decided to grab a jacket and carry it in front of him…
Outside he checked both ways for anyone coming down the road or sidewalk, but it was quiet. He quickly walked across to Brad’s door and knocked. It opened on Brad’s grinning face.
“That didn’t take long.” Brad said, but didn’t open the door wide. He was standing there shirtless again, and seeing the man’s hairy chest sent a thrill through Connor.
“Yea… can I come in?” Connor asked.
“You want to suck my cock again?” Brad asked. Connor’s cheeks flushed, he looked across his shoulder quickly to see if anyone was coming. It was still clear.
“Jesus, let me in, man.” Connor whispered.
“You’re so cute when you're nervous.” Brad laughed and swung the door open wide. Connor quickly stepped in with relief. Brad shut the door and stepped close to Connor. “So, do you want to suck my cock again?”
“Yeah…” Connor said quietly.
“Maybe try some other stuff too?” Brad asked.
“Yeah…” Connor repeated, unable to meet Brad’s gaze.
Brad reached out and grabbed Connor’s chin, lifting it until their eyes met. “There we go, there’s no need to be shy… I’ve already been inside you.”
Connor swallowed, and didn’t respond. His heart was pounding, and his cock was standing straight out from his sweat pants. Brad reached out, grabbed it through the fabric and began stroking. Connor moaned, feeling relief at the touch he’d been thinking of all morning.
“Mmmmm, already so excited. I think somebody’s addicted.” Brad said wickedly.
“I…” Connor moaned, but stopped. He was staring into Brad’s eyes as the older man worked his cock.
“It’s ok… I know this is all new for you. Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you.” Brad nearly whispered as he came closer. Their lips met and Connor felt his head go woozy. Brad’s tongue was in his mouth and they were making out. Brad’s other hand went to Connor’s ass and began squeezing and kneading his buttcheek. Connor melted into Brad’s embrace, and kissed back even more fiercely. He didn’t know how long they stayed like that. Brad’s tongue invading his mouth, stroking his cock and playing with his ass had him on fire. He didn’t want the feeling to end. Then Brad pulled away.
“You are so sexy.” Brad said, and Connor blushed again. He felt so turned on hearing that from another man, he could tell how badly Brad wanted him and it felt like nothing he’d known before. “Let’s go downstairs.”
Brad took his hand and led him down to the basement, and then to the love seat. He removed his own shorts, and Connor saw Brad’s cock was stiff and ready. Brad sat down on the love seat, and stared up at Connor.
“What are you waiting for?” Brad asked. “Don’t you want to suck my cock?”
Without a second thought Connor collapsed to his knees in front of him, grabbed his cock and began kissing it. His lips on the hot, thick meat felt amazing, he wanted to lick and worship every inch. He began stroking it and stuck out his tongue to lick the head. Brad’s precum was salty and delicious like he remembered, and he traced his tongue all over the head of his cock. Brad moaned and Connor felt that same thrill as before. He felt so submissive, but powerful too. He wanted to make Brad feel good, wanted to please him with his mouth. He continued licking and kissing with his eyes closed, his whole universe was this cockhead, making it slick, and warm and leaky. His own cock was leaking and rigid in his boxers, and he dropped one hand to rub at it. He moaned with Brad’s cock against his lips.
“God damn you are a natural born cock slut.” Brad groaned.
Connor looked up, and realized how he must look to the older man. He’d eagerly dropped to his knees and was worshiping his cock like his life depended on it. He didn’t care, he stared into Brad’s eyes as he continued to stroke and lick. The connection between them was electric.
“Take it in your mouth now.” Brad commanded. Connor wanted to so badly, he opened his mouth and felt the rigid cock slide in on his tongue. He pushed until it hit the back of his throat, and bobbed up and down like that, trying to keep his mouth as tight as possible for Brad’s cock. Brad’s groans made him feel proud of how he was doing, he wanted to make the older man cum like he had, make his cock explode.
Brad leaned over slightly and lifted the remote. Connor continued to bob up and down as Brad fiddled with the remote, and soon he heard porn turned on. Men's voices quickly turned to grunts, and the slapping of flesh. Connor felt so naughty, slobbering on this man's cock while he watched porn.
Brad looked down at him again, “Good boy, just wanted to get a little inspiration for us.”
“Mmmmmhmmmm.” Connor said as Brad continued to groan.
“Yea keep going, you’re making daddy's cock feel so good.” Brad said, placing his hands on the sides of Connor’s head. He sped up slightly, fucking Connors mouth. Connor tried hard not to gag as the head of Brad’s cock punched at the back of his throat. He was taking less than half of Brad’s cock, he couldn’t imagine swallowing all of it but he desperately wanted to. He wanted to hear the noise Brad would make with his cock completely swallowed in his throat. He pushed as far as he could, his eyes began watering, then pulled back. He tried this again and again until he started coughing. He pulled back, ropes of saliva stretching then snapping from Brad’s cock to his mouth. He wiped at his face, and coughed some more.
“Mmmmm so eager to throat me huh? We’ll get there.” Brad said grinning with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Lick my balls some more while I find the right spot.”
Connor complied, dragging his tongue along Brad’s balls, feeling the weight of them on his tongue. Digging his tongue in the space between Brad’s thigh and groin, then going back to lapping at his sac. Brad stroked while he fiddled with the remote some more.
“Here it is, strip baby, let’s do some acting.” Brad said, and pulled Connor to his feet. As quickly as he could Connor pulled off his shirt, then pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, and took off his socks. Brad grabbed him by the shoulders and brought him around to the side of the couch. “Look at the TV.”
Connor looked, and on the TV was one of the videos they had watched his first night here. A large well muscled man had a smaller man in a similar position to the one they were in. The smaller man was bent over the arm of the couch, and the large man was knelt down behind him, licking and slurping at his ass. The smaller man's eyes were closed, his face pushed into the couch cushions, moaning in ecstasy as the larger man rimmed him. He felt Brad's arms encircle him, and his hard cock pressed against Connor’s ass. He shivered at the feeling, Brad's cock felt massive against his ass, the heat of it between his butt cheeks made him shudder.
“Want to try that position?” Brad whispered in his ear. His hand began stroking Connor’s leaking cock, and he moaned and pushed his ass back against Brad’s hot meat.
“Yes…” Connor cried out in a low tone. Brad’s other hand reached up and began teasing Connor's nipple. He pushed his crotch against Connor’s ass in return, Connor felt the man’s pubes grinding against his lower back. He let out another moan. His senses were overwhelmed and he closed his eyes and leaned against Brad.
“Say… yes daddy.” Brad whispered in his ear, then darted his tongue into Connor's ear canal.
“Ooooh fuck.” Connor said. He nearly came, the combined pleasure he was feeling was so intense, but Brad seemed to sense this and slowed down his stroking. He still licked and teased at Connor’s ear. “Fuck yes.” Connor repeated.
“Say yes daddy.” Brad said more firmly this time and pinched Connor’s nipple.
“Yes daddy.” Connor heard himself say, he couldn’t believe what he was doing. That he was feeling this way, swooning while he was assaulted like this. Still he ground his ass against Brad’s cock, feeling its saliva slickness gliding across his ass.
“Good boy.” Brad said. Suddenly he pushed Connor forward, and Connor’s face hit the couch cushions. His ass was jutting out, his cock pressed against the armrest. He nearly squealed as Brad buried his face between his cheeks. It was as amazing as he remembered. He opened his eyes and saw the same scene playing out on the TV still. It felt surreal, watching the same thing happen on TV. He imagined what it would look like to watch footage of Brad eating his ass. He writhed as he felt Brad’s tongue pushing and then entering into his hole.
“Fuck… ooooh…” he moaned as the older mans’ tongue wriggled inside of him. He closed his eyes and pressed his face into the couch. He felt like he was going to explode, the tickling sensation of Brad’s tongue inside of him was so amazing. He humped against the arm rest, grinding his cock feebly as Brad continued his frenzied assault. Brad’s hand circled his cock and pumped slowly, as he continued licking at his hole. Then he felt Brad start to kiss around his hole, then out to his cheeks.
“Mmmm your boy pussy tastes so good baby.” Brad said.
“Boy pussy?” Connor asked dumbly as his head cleared a bit.
“Mmmmmhmm.” Brad said. His non-stroking hand rose up and Connor felt a finger pressing against his ring, causing him to arch back a bit. “You won’t have an asshole after this baby, you’ll have a perfect boy pussy for taking cocks.”
Connor moaned as the digit pressed inside of, then past his ring. He felt so dirty, Brad was looking at his asshole, teasing it, calling it a pussy… His face burned with embarrassment, but he felt so turned on hearing these demeaning words.
“You like daddy talking about your pussy?” Brad asked, then went back to kissing Connor’s ass cheek. He felt the older man nuzzling and suckling at his ass cheek, as the finger sunk deeper and pressed into his prostate.
“Fuck yes!” Connor said. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry baby, daddy won’t stop.” Brad laughed. “I’m gonna have you like that boy on the TV soon.”
Connor opened his eyes. On the screen the larger man was standing behind the prone man. His ass was still jutting up and the larger man was lining his cock up against his glistening hole. Connor watched in disbelief as the huge cock slipped inside of the man. It looked so easy. There was no way Brad could fuck him was there? He moaned again as Brad's finger went all the way inside of him, stretching his hole painfully.
“Don’t worry baby, I’m not gonna fuck you today.” Brad said, then went back to nuzzling at Connor’s cheek. He continued to slowly stroke Connor’s cock where it dangled, as his finger went slowly in and out of his hole.
Connor found himself watching the small man on the screen's face, the pure bliss on it as he was entered and fucked. He figured he must have a similar look on his own face, his body felt so incredible. He was thrusting as best he could against Brad’s finger, wanting more of this incredible sensation. Then he felt Brad's face lower, and Brad began to lick at his balls, then up and down his hanging cock as he continued to finger him. Connor wriggled and moaned, and felt Brad pull his cock up and backwards toward his face. Brad’s lips were kissing the underneath of his cockhead, then suddenly he felt his cock engulfed in his mouth. Brad’s head expertly took his entire length, and his finger began pressing urgently against Connor’s prostate.
“Oooooooooh.” Connor mewled as he felt his orgasm coming. He buried his face again, and just gave into the sensation of his cock in Brad’s throat and the finger burying itself inside him. He let out a low whine as he began to cum, and felt his cock erupting inside Brad’s warm willing mouth. He tried to thrust but the position he was in made it impossible, he just let Brad’s mouth milk him as he shot burst after burst of cum. Brad’s pace slowed, but he continued rubbing his finger against Connor’s prostate and to slowly work his cock with his mouth. Eventually he let Connor’s cock slide out of his mouth, then pulled his finger from Connor’s ass. Connor winced in a bit of pain as the finger slipped free.
“Fuck that was hot, the noises you made were such a turn on.” Brad said. Connor was exhausted, he was panting but couldn’t drag himself from the couch. Brad was squeezing his ass with one hand. “Here let me cum while I look at your pretty hole.”
Oh my god, Connor thought. That was so fucking dirty, what am I doing? But he didn’t try to get up, just laid there as he heard Brad stroking his own cock, and pulling his left but cheek aside. His thumb grazed against Connor’s hole and he shuddered at the touch.
“Mmmm such a dirty little slut, letting me lick and suck your dirty hole. You like daddy eating your ass?” Brad asked.
Connor’s stomach sank, he wanted to leave again… this was so embarrassing now, he imagined what a sight he was, bent over this couch like… like a slut.
“Tell daddy you like it baby.” Brad said.
“I… I liked it.” Connor admitted.
“Was it the best you’ve ever had?” Brad asked, he sounded short of breath, his own orgasm approaching as he stroked madly at his cock.
“Yes… I’ve never… cum like that.” Connor said. He couldn’t believe he was admitting this, his cheeks burned, he felt hot and ashamed.
“Fuck yes…” Brad said, “Let daddy paint your hole with his cum.”
Brad groaned, then Connor felt something hot spray his ass. It was on his ass cheeks, his asshole, it began dripping down his balls and thighs.
“Good slut.” Brad breathed as he finished. Connor lay there dumbly for another moment, then pushed himself up, his arms feeling weak and shaky.
“Let me get something.” Brad said. He stepped away to the bar, then came back with a towel. He knelt down then began wiping Connor’s ass. Connor felt so embarrassed, the way Brad cleaned him was somehow almost as humiliating as everything else.
“Ooh sorry baby I gave you a little hickey on your ass.” Brad laughed. Connor felt so ashamed, he had to keep that hidden from Sara. Oh god, Sara… Then he felt Brad grabbing at his butt cheeks again, and something being pressed against his hole. He jumped and yelped at the sensation, but Brad pinned him against the couch with his other arm. Something slipped a bit painfully into him, but then Brad let go of him and stepped away.
“What was that?” Connor asked, turning to face him.
“A butt plug, just a little one.” Brad said, smiling. He reached out cupped his hands around Connor’s butt, pulling their crotches together. Connor felt embarrassed at this contact, after the heat of the moment had passed he felt out of place and guilty.
“I don’t….” Connor started, but faltered.
“It’ll help your hole stretch a little bit, get it ready for new pleasures.” Brad whispered. Connor shuddered at that, and pulled away.
“I should get back, I need to do some work.” He stepped into his boxers and sweatpants and pulled them up. Brad walked over to the other side of the basement while he finished dressing.
“That’s alright, I actually do have some gym equipment to put together. The squat rack needs to go up. Maybe we can work out together?” Brad said.
“Yea maybe.” Connor said, pulling his shirt over his head. He walked towards the stairs.
“See you later, take that plug out if it gets too uncomfortable.” Brad said.
“Ok, bye” Connor said miserably, and headed up the stairs. The feeling of the plug in his ass making him feel ridiculous as he took each step.
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Connor came home to a bunch of unanswered work messages, and realized he’d missed a meeting. Fuck! He can’t let things slip like this, what was he doing? He quickly typed back some apologies, saying he’d overslept and wasn’t feeling well. It wasn’t something he usually did, so he didn’t think they’d suspect anything was up. His adrenaline let him focus, he responded to a few emails and then began working in earnest.
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After lunch Connor was texting with Sara, she was checking in on him and telling him about her budget meeting that morning. It felt refreshingly normal, until he got a message from Brad. It was a picture of him using his newly built squat rack. He was only wearing tight boxers, his massive bulge was on full display. Connor couldn’t stop staring at it, he remembered the feeling of that cock in his mouth and began to get hard. The message said “Hey, want to come work out?”
“Can’t, too much work to do,” He quickly sent back.
“Bring your computer :) I’ve got Wi-Fi. Nothing like getting the blood pumping to increase productivity.”
The blood was pumping all right… but not where he needed it to. He felt like he had no choice, he knew what his body wanted to do. Connor was trying to talk himself out of it, but in his mind he was already over at Brad’s, back in the basement.
He left, computer in hand, heart pounding, and stiff cock pointing the way to Brad’s front door. Guilt and shame were pushed to the back of his mind, he needed to feel more of the older man’s touch, his experienced lips, his strong hands, and mostly his huge cock. Before he knew it he was on Brad’s porch for the second time that day. Someone drove by while he waited after knocking. He didn’t dare look, couldn’t imagine making eye contact, hoping it wasn’t one of their neighbors that Sara talked to.
Brad came to the door in just his boxers, and let Connor come in.
“Alright, working from here this afternoon I guess,” Brad said.
“Yea,” Connor replied shyly.
“How much do you squat?” Brad asked, heading down the basement stairs.
“I don’t know, one thirty five?”
“Oh, we’re gonna have to work on that, gotta get those glutes bigger, juice up that booty.”
“Yea…” Connor flushed at the way Brad talked about him. He followed Brad over to the still mostly empty space to the right, where he’d assembled the squat rack.
Brad set a forty-five pound plate on each end of the rack and stepped back.
“Come on, I’ll spot you.”
Connor stepped under the bar and lifted the weight up. He felt Brad coming up behind him, and then felt his hands on his sides. He jumped at the touch.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” Brad laughed.
“That’s ok.” Connor took a deep breath, and tried to focus on his form. He lifted the bar with his shoulders, squatted down once and came back up.
“Not bad,” Brad said. “Your form is good, you can come a bit lower though. Stick your booty out just a bit more.”
Brad's hand slid from his sides to his butt as he said this, then slowly back to his sides, and Connor’s half stiff cock swelled back to life. He squatted again and this time felt himself bump into Brad’s groin.
“There we go,” Brad praised him, “Good boy.”
Connor’s heart began pounding, he did five or six more, but had trouble focusing as he went on. Each time his butt pushed back against Brad’s crotch he imagined he could feel the outline of Brad's cock better and better. Brad’s large hands squeezed gently at his sides. He felt like he was going to fall over so he re-racked the bar.
“Been awhile I guess,” Brad said.
“Yea, I haven't been hitting the gym as much as I should.” Connor shrugged.
“Mmmm we’ll have to fix that, you’d look real good with some more muscle.”
“Oh yea?” Connor suddenly wanted more than anything to look good for Brad, to be as strong and sexy as Brad was. What was getting into him? He looked up into Brad’s face, seeing the hungry gaze studying his body. He suddenly felt self conscious, but incredibly sexy as well. He realized he’d never felt this desired before, and it was intoxicating.
“Yea, you’d look so sexy with a cute bubble butt, and some nice big pecs.” Brad said. He reached out and pulled Connor’s shirt up. Connor acquiesced, lifting his arms up. Brad finished pulling the shirt off him, then began groping his chest. “Not bad, but these would be so sexy with a bit more bulk.”
Connor let out a sigh as the older man squeezed his chest, feeling like a piece of meat. He closed his eyes, but the older man let go and he was disappointed at how brief it had been.
“Come on, let’s see another set.” Connor obeyed and got back into position. Then he realized that Brad’s phone was on a tripod with the camera pointed right at them, the same angle as the picture he’d received earlier.
“Are you recording this?” Connor asked.
“Of course, I record all my workouts.” Brad said.
Connor’s stomach sank, here he was on camera, with an obvious erection tenting the front of his gym shorts, having just been manhandled and half undressed by this man.
“Come on, six more squats.” Connor obeyed, he tried not to stare at the camera, but he felt his cheeks burning as he continued the workout. Each time he felt his ass pushing against Brad’s groin he cringed, but his cock was getting even harder. His heart was pounding more than the workout called for, and it made him feel weak.
“Have you ever done Bulgarian split squats?” Brad asked, so casually like they were just working out at a public gym.
“No.”
“Mmmm, they’re great for the booty, I’ve been doing them for months now and it’s been fantastic for my ass.” Brad spun around to demonstrate, pushing his large ass towards Connor. “Feel.”
Connor knew the camera was getting all of this but he didn’t care. He groped and squeezed, kneading the older man's ass, they felt strong but soft too, incredibly sexy. He realized he had lost track of the conversation, just squeezing Brad’s ass like he was at a strip club.
“Mmm you like those? Want some like that?” Brad turned to face him, he pulled Connor to him and placed his hands back on his butt, and squeezed Connors in return. Their groins met and Connor shuddered, Brad’s stiff cock pressing against his own felt amazing. He leaned into the older man's hairy chest, grinding and squeezing the older man. Brad laughed and Connor felt suddenly embarrassed, but he didn’t pull away.
“Such a horny young man, here let’s finish the set. Then we can have some fun.”
Connor returned dazedly to the rack, and shakily finished the set. Brad’s rock hard cock was now stabbing his ass each time he squatted, and he couldn’t help glancing at the phone that was recording all of this. He wanted to delete it, but he also wanted to watch the video.
“Not bad, we’ll get you toned up in no time.”
“Yea.” Connor said shyly, his raging erection on full display. He didn’t know what to say, but he didn’t have to. Brad knew.
“How’s that butt plug feeling?”
“It’s fine.” Connor blushed. “I kind of got used to it.”
“Mmm, we’ll have to try a bigger one, let me take it out for now.” Brad knelt behind Connor and pulled his shorts down. Connor held his breath as he felt the older man's fingers grasping at the plugs base. He moaned slightly as Brad pulled.
“Push out on it, there we go, just like that.” Brad coached him and slipped the plug free. He gave Connor’s ass cheek a kiss before pulling his shorts back up.
“Let’s try another first for you, want to sixty-nine?” Brad asked.
“Yes!” Connor said, unable to hide his enthusiasm.
“Good boy.” Connor followed Brad back to the TV area, and Connor saw a sort of plush mat laid on the floor between the TV and the love seat, roughly the size of a queen bed. His cock twinged when he realized this had been laid out for him. Without a word Brad stripped off his boxers, and Connor followed suit. He stood awkwardly, but Brad knelt and laid down on his side, facing Connor. He beckoned Connor over, who followed him and laid down, but facing Brad.
“This won’t do,” Brad teased.
“No?” Connor asked, his heart was pounding and his head spun.
“Sixty-nine remember?” Brad laughed, then knelt back up and laid down so his crotch was at Connor’s face, and vice versa.
“Oh” Connor laughed nervously, but his eyes were glued to Brad’s cock. He felt the older man’s mouth suddenly engulf his own cock. “Oh fuck.” It was so good. He fumbled forward, eager to take Brad’s cock too. Soon they were both sucking and licking, and Connor felt so turned on. The older man's hands were squeezing and kneading Connor’s ass as he throated his cock entirely. Connor wasn’t sure he was doing very well, his own pleasure was so distracting, he tried to bob back and forth like before but it was awkward at this angle.
Suddenly he felt Brad clutch him and roll onto his back. Before he knew it he was face down laying on Brad’s chest and stomach. It made it easier to bob up and down on Brad’s cock, but soon he felt his cock slip from the older man's mouth, and Brad curled forward pulling Connor’s exposed asshole onto his face.
“Ooooooh.” Connor moaned, Brad’s cock slipping from his mouth. He ground his face on Brad’s hungrily lapping mouth, holding himself up, back arched for the older man to ravish his hole. His cock was trapped between their bodies now, and he humped away to stimulate it as well.
“Sit on my face baby.” Brad said, pulling away for a second before returning to his devouring of Connor’s hole.
“Wha?” Connor moaned.
“Lean back, ride my face baby, I want to make you cum while you ride my tongue in your ass.”
The words were so perverse, slowly he sat up, squatting over Brad’s face as the older man used his hands to support him. He bounced on his face, feeling the older man's tongue enter his hole again. He couldn’t believe how deep and good it felt. He began to stroke his cock desperately as he bounced, and before he knew it it was too much. The wet sloppy sounds, the squeezing of his ass cheeks, and the relentless wriggling of the tongue pushed him over the edge. He began to cum and sprayed his load all over Brad’s chest. He continued pumping and pumping until only a dribble came out, then he collapsed backwards sliding off of Brad’s face. His legs were quivering as he took huge lungfuls of air.
“Mmmm I just loved sixty-nining.” Brad said, sitting up. “Two partners being able to pleasure each other equally.”
“I’m sorry, you didn’t cum.”
“That’s ok, you’ll have a chance to make it up to me.”
“Shit what time is it?”
“Only one thirty.” Brad said.
“Ok, I’ve got a meeting at two.”
Brad asked him about his work, and Connor found himself opening up to him. He wasn’t sure if it was the post orgasm glow, or the attention he’d been having showered on him, but he found himself talking nonstop. They both sat naked, propped up against the couch, and Brad continued to ask him about his job, college, and career aspirations. He found himself confessing doubts and fears about his career path he hadn’t even told Sara.
“It’s almost two,” Brad said.
“Oh, I should go.” Connor couldn’t believe how quickly the time had passed.
“No stay, you can do your meeting on the couch. Then I can show you another new workout.” Brad winked at him and Connor blushed. He got up and dressed, and retrieved his laptop. He didn’t have to have his camera on, so it wouldn’t be a big deal.
It felt surreal sitting here, in this room that he had done unimaginable things in, and opening the link to his boring meeting. Other people joined and made small talk but he kept his mic muted. He heard Brad doing something over by the workout equipment.
His mind drifted as the meeting continued, his cock stiffening as he remembered the things he’d done on this couch. His attention snapped back when he heard his name. He scrambled to unmute and gave a status update, he sounded flustered to himself. Then he re-muted.
“You distracted?” Brad asked, walking back over. He was fully nude and stroking his cock.
“Jesus,” Connor breathed, swallowing as he watched. His own cock jumped against his laptop.
Brad walked over and knelt in front of Connor. He pushed the laptop to the side, onto the cushion, and pulled down Connor’s shorts. He immediately lowered his face and swallowed Connor’s entire cock.
“Fu-” Connor let out. Then checked to make sure he was really muted.
“Ever had a blowjob during a meeting before?” Brad asked, stroking Connor’s cock as he stared up into his eyes.
“No.”
“Mmmm seems like such a perk of working from home, surprised Sara hasn’t done this.” The mention of Sara made guilt well up, but that quickly faded as Brad continued throating his cock.
He heard his name again from the meeting and panicked. He unmuted himself and asked “Sorry what was that?”
He listened to the question, and tried to sound normal giving a short answer, but his breath was coming fast, and Brad had picked up the pace. He hoped no one could hear the slurping sounds coming from Brad’s frenzied performance. He muted again and heard Brad laughing in his throat, the vibrations increasing the pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s so good.” Connor said, staring down at the man. The meeting continued and he kept an ear open, but he hoped he wouldn’t have to speak again. Brad seemed to know just how fast to go to keep him on edge. Brad’s hands worked up and down Connor’s thighs, stroking and tickling him as he buried Connor's cock in his throat. Connor felt the older man's tongue wriggling in his mouth, and marveled. He wanted to be able to swallow Brad like this, all of him.
Brad kept him on edge the rest of the meeting, and Connor was able to leave the meeting without saying anything else. As soon as it was over Brad stopped blowing him and Connor couldn’t help letting out a disappointed whine.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make you cum again.” Brad laughed, giving Connor’s cockhead one last lick.
“You are so good at that.” Connor sighed.
“Practice makes perfect, that wasn’t the first time I’ve blown someone doing a conference call.”
“No?” Connor asked. He suddenly wondered how many men Brad had been with.
“No, I used to have lots of men over during the work day, but my wife caught me one too many times. Hence our divorce.”
“Wife?” Connor was shocked. He’d assumed Brad had been married to a man.
“Oh yea, I was straight, just like you.” Brad emphasized the word straight, and winked at Connor. Connor felt his cheeks flush and looked at his computer.
“But playing on the side was too much fun, I got addicted and couldn’t stop. Now I can live my life the way I want to.”
Connors flushed even more, he wasn’t like this man. He couldn’t imagine if Sara found out anything of what he’d been doing.
“Listen, I can’t… Sara is my wife…” Connor trailed off.
“Don’t worry, I’m not telling you who you are. Just who I am,” Brad said smiling. “A cock hungry slut who loves playing with men’s cocks and holes.”
Brad reached out and started stroking Connor’s leg again.
“How about we sixty-nine again?”
“Fuck yes.” Connor said, and Brad laughed.
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Connor stayed at Brad’s for another hour, they sixty-nined, more languorously this time. They both lay on their sides, kissing and slurping at each other’s members, finally both of them cumming. Connor felt so much pride finally having made the older man cum on his own. He swallowed greedily, not wanting to spill, and then they just grasped each other for a while, catching their breath.
Afterwards they talked some more, then Brad had Connor lay down on his stomach and inserted a slightly larger plug into him. Connor couldn’t believe how natural it felt now, he wanted to experience everything this man could show him. They kissed again before he left, and part of him wanted to stay, but he knew he had to get home. Sara would be home soon, but that didn’t seem real. It felt like another life, which made guilt seem unreal and far away.
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That night he was daydreaming, re-living the events of the day in his mind. Sara and he were watching TV before bed but he had completely zoned out.
“You ok?” Sara asked.
“Huh?”
“You’ve just been quiet tonight, you’ve got a far away look in your eyes.”
“Sorry, just work stuff on my mind.”
“Ok.” Sara didn’t seem convinced. Connor didn’t normally worry about his job, it was a pretty low stress environment. When she got up to use the bathroom Connor checked his phone again but there were no new messages. He had kept his phone on “Do Not Disturb”, afraid of another picture or suggestive photo appearing where Sara might see. He stared at the photo Brad had sent earlier in the day, his bulge on full display. His cock twitched and he began to get hard, but he heard Sara coming back so he put his phone away. He knew he should feel guilty, but he had realized that having a sexy secret like this was more fun than he had had in years. He hadn’t realized how bored he had been, each day the same, each weekend a repeat. He didn’t know what to think about that. He pushed the thoughts aside to focus on the moment.
“Want to watch another episode? I can make popcorn.” He asked Sara as she sat down.
“That sounds good.” She leaned in and gave him a kiss. He never noticed how soft and reserved her kisses were before, compared to the hungry way Brad kissed him.
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After Sara went to bed Connor texted Brad.
“Can we work out tomorrow?”
“How about tonight?”
“I can’t tonight…”
“Come on, I miss you.”
Connor felt butterflies in his stomach, and his cock pulsed.
“Have to get some sleep.” He knew he couldn’t sneak out, what would he tell Sara if she woke up to find him gone.
“Ok, sweet dreams.”
He jerked off thinking about the day, and staring at the picture of Brad’s bulge, but it took him a long time to fall asleep.
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The rest of the week followed a similar pattern. As soon as Sara left Connor was sneaking over with his laptop, and “working” from Brad’s home.
On Wednesday Brad showed him how to do Bulgarian split squats, in the nude. The whole time Brad kept his hands on Connor's cheeks, making him feel so slutty. He told Connor how juicy his ass was gonna be, and Connor couldn’t believe himself when he responded with “Yes Daddy.” His eyes locked with Brad and soon they were making out, falling to the floor in a wild embrace.
Thursday was arms, and Brad pushed Connor to do bigger weights than he ever had. All throughout Brad was so encouraging (and handsy) that Connor found himself more motivated than he’d been in a long time. He wanted to look as good as he could.
Connor did actually do some work, but Brad kept blowing him while he was in meetings. He started fingering him during these too, and Connor had to control himself to stop from moaning into the mic. The workdays flew by, and now it was the evenings that crawled for Connor.
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On Friday Connor told Brad how sore he was, the week's exercises had been more intense than he’d done at the gym lately. Brad offered a massage and Connor agreed enthusiastically.
Brad brought out a fold out massage table, dimmed the lights, and started some music. Connor stripped and laid down, feeling vulnerable and excited to be pampered like this.
Brad’s hands were strong and it felt like he knew what he was doing. Soon Connor felt like he was melting into the table. Brad’s powerful hands were kneading his shoulders, then his back, and then down to his ass. He felt his cock getting harder as Brad worked his glutes, and then shifted down his legs. First his thighs were massaged, then his calves, and finally down to his feet. He felt Brad’s lips all of the sudden kissing the bottom of his feet and shivered. A toe was sucked into Brad’s mouth, and Connor groaned. He’d never had anything like this before.
The older man slowly kissed back up his calf, up his thigh, and then began nibbling on his buttcheek. He felt Brad’s fingers grasping at his plug, the pleasure and pain mixed as the older man worked the plug free from his ass, and then began licking and kissing at his hole.
Connor saw stars as the pleasure intensified. Brad slurped and lapped at his needy hole. Each day the plugs had gotten bigger and bigger. The feelings scared Connor, he didn’t think he’d ever be ready to take Brad’s cock, but it was all he wanted these days. He sighed and moaned as Brad lapped at him, his tongue circling and plunging into his ring. This went on for a long time, Connor’s cock was leaking all over the massage table as he ground his hips into it.
Then he felt Brad stop, and begin kissing his cheeks, then up his lower back. He felt Brad’s knees shift to the outside of his own legs, and the man’s weight settled onto him as he worked his way up Connor’s back. Connor found himself arching his back, pushing his ass up to find Brad’s cock. It seemed instinctual. Soon Brad’s kisses were at his neck, and he felt Brad’s solid cock pressing between his ass cheeks. The heat and weight of it made Connor feel so fucking hot.
“You like that?” Brad asked, pressing his groin against Connor’s ass.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes Daddy.” Connor felt his cheeks flush at this, but it was so hot. He felt so small and sexy under the man’s bulk. He could feel the older man’s belly on his back, his body hair scratching his own smoother back. He kept writhing, pressing his ass up against Brad’s firm cock.
“Good boy, I think you may be ready for me.” Brad’s cock head pressed against Connor’s hole, briefly, but slipped away when he pushed. Connor felt equal parts relief and disappointment. Brad reached for something stashed under the table, and Connor felt him lift his weight up, then lube squirting over his ass. Brad’s finger soon began teasing his hole, and he moaned as the digit pressed and invaded him. Brad worked more and more lube into his hole until it felt slick. His finger pressed against Connor’s prostate.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” Connor breathed, he felt panic and lust both trying to overwhelm him. He felt trapped, but also that he wanted Brad’s cock to impale him more than anything.
“Mmmm, still so fucking tight,” Brad said. “I think you might need some of this.” He pulled something else from underneath the table, and brought it up to Connor's face. He opened his eyes, face pressed against the table and saw a dark brown bottle in Brad’s hand.
“Huh?” Connor didn’t know what he was looking at.
“Poppers, they help your muscles relax. You’re still tight, you’ll need this to take me. Come on baby, let me make you mine.” Brad brought his cock back to Connor’s hole, gently rubbing against it. His cock ached as it leaked against the table. Connor thrilled at the way Brad said that, “Make you mine.” He wanted to be Brad’s, at this moment he needed Brad’s cock in him, even if it hurt.
“Ok.”
“Good boy, lift your head.” Connor felt Brad’s hand on his jaw, pulling him up. “Close your eyes, then breathe in through your nose when I say. Ok now, breathe.”
Connor did, inhaling sharply through his nose. There was a sharp, almost fruity smell and suddenly his head rushed like he was about to pass out. His head fell back to the massage table, and he felt his whole body going limp. Suddenly he felt Brad press into him, and a sharp pain stunned him. Then the feeling of Brad’s cock filling him was all he was aware of. This was so much more than the finger, as the cock head grazed his prostate he let out a high groan that dragged out with every inch Brad sunk into him. The pain subsided and the fullness of Brad’s cock felt so good.
Brad just lay there on top of him, his pubes pressing against Connor’s ass cheeks. He heard the older man’s groan and smiled. Brad began kissing his neck, and Connor wriggled in delight.
“You take my cock so good baby.” Brad whispered into his ear.
“Yes daddy.”
“Mmmm you know I love hearing you say that.” Brad ground his crotch into Connor, making Connor feel a new shock of sensation. His cock was leaking so hard now, the pressure in his ass was overloading his brain.
“Daddy’s gonna finish turning this ass out baby,” Brad whispered, then dug his tongue into Connor’s ear. Connor groaned, he wanted Brad to use his ass how he pleased.
“Yes.”
“Good boy.” Brad said, then pulled his cock out. It felt painful slipping out, but Connor felt Brad applying more lube to his cock, and then to Connor’s ass. He had Connor take another hit of poppers, then buried himself once more into him.
“Such a sweet ass, I can’t wait to breed you.”
“Oh my… god.” Brad was working his cock slowly in and out of Connor’s hole, he felt himself stretching to accommodate Brad’s fat cock. He writhed against the massage table, Brad’s hands pushing down onto his own wrists, pinning him. Brad just kept working his cock in and out of him.
“You want that? Want me to claim your boy pussy with my seed?” Brad asked.
Connor had been shocked to hear that term from Brad… What had it been? A few days ago, but now it felt right. His ass was a pussy for Brad to use, he wanted Brad to fill him up, own his ass. He felt so fucking good.
“Yes Daddy. Fill me, breed me.”
“Such an eager young slut, fuck you feel so good.”
Brad started increasing the pace. With each forward thrust into Connor’s previously virgin hole he let out a high pitched moan, nearing a shriek. His head was spinning, and the sensation against his prostate was driving him mad. He humped desperately against the massage table. Wanting nothing more than to cum, and to make Brad cum. His face felt so hot, and he couldn’t move with the huge man’s weight on him, but he wanted to thrust back, to feel Brad’s cock go deeper and deeper.
“Fuck I’ve wanted this since I first saw you. I knew I had to have this ass,” Brad said, grunting.
“Ooooh.” Was all Connor could manage, his brain was on fire, the feeling of Brad’s cock filling him was so overwhelming.
“Mmmm look at you, you’re gonna be addicted to my cock now. This will be the only way you’ll want to come, with my meat buried in your sweet pussy.
Connor couldn’t think, that wasn’t true was it? He’d never felt anything like this, his whole body was thrumming, he felt so fucking good.
“Fuck yes, turning you into a sleeve for my cock. I want you dreaming of me, begging for my load. You want it don’t you? Want me to fill your pussy up.”
Fuck these words were so dirty, Connor felt helpless to resist the older man though, he did want him to cum. He wanted to make the older man cum, make him fill Connor up. The idea was like a drug, his whole body wanted it.
“Yes…” Connor whimpered. “Please… cum in me.”
“Here it comes, I’m going to fill you, ” Brad shouted. “Turn you into my sexy little wife.”
Brad began slamming in and out of Connor. It hurt more but he didn’t care, it ground his cock harder against the table. Brad began grunting and the sounds and feel of the older man' s belly smacking on him, the merciless impaling of his cock, and his own cock grinding on the table combined into an undeniable crescendo.
“I’m… cumming… fuck!” Connor breathed, and as it happened, his cock spurting against the table, he heard Brad’s groans get louder as he slowed, grinding his cock deliberately inside Connor. Connor knew the man was cumming in him, filling his ass and the knowledge turned him on so much. He’d finally done what he’d been dreaming off, made the older man cum with his ass.
Brad finished his thrusting and his full weight collapsed onto Connor.
“Oh fuck, that was so good baby.” Brad whispered. Connor gasped for air, he couldn’t agree more. He was squished by the older man, but it felt so good. He didn’t want Brad to ever get off of him. Their breathing was in time, and his ass felt so full. Brad began kissing his neck, then pushed himself up slightly, removing his weight. Connor missed the feeling but was finally able to breathe. His ass was feeling uncomfortable, and he winced as Brad gently pulled himself free.
“Mmmm such a mess I’ve made of your pussy.”
Connor felt embarrassed, knowing the older man was looking at his ass. His head cleared a bit and he again realized how bizarre this was. He had just let this man fuck him, calling him filthy names, and cum inside him. Now he was laying on this table, naked and exposed. It all felt unreal, all of these past few days had, like he was someone else, living some other life in this basement. But a bit of repressed guilt and shame was edging back in as the poppers and the post orgasm glow faded.
Brad got off the table and Connor awkwardly rolled off and headed for the bathroom. By the time he came back out Brad was dressed.
“Looks like your wife came home from work early.” Brad was holding his phone.
Fuck. Panic flooded into Connor. His wife usually didn’t go into the office on Fridays, but he’d been secretly thrilled, knowing he’d be able to spend all day with Brad… The illusion of another life collapsed. What the fuck was he gonna tell her?
“Relax baby, just tell her you came over to try out my equipment.” Brad winked at him. Connor felt suddenly sick, he’d been lying to his wife, and been getting fucked like a slut. What was wrong with him?
“Where are you?” was all the text from Sara said. It sounded accusing to Connor, like she knew something, suspected something. He tried to look at it logically. It was only sent twenty minutes ago. She’d come home early and he wasn’t there, but his car was. She probably thought he was out for a run, or out on a walk. Not that he’d been getting ass fucked in the neighbors basement. He quickly dressed and said an awkward goodbye.
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“Hey” Sara said as he came in, holding his laptop and trying not to walk funny. His ass felt raw and sore.
“Hey.” He tried to sound natural, but he couldn’t meet her gaze for long.
“So where were you?” Sara asked, but her tone wasn’t accusing, just curious. He felt a bit of relief.
“Ah yea, Brad has some new home gym equipment. He offered to let me try it out.”
“Oh that’s nice. Look at you two, best buddies already.”
“Yea. It was ok, not like the gym.”
“Yea but if we can stop paying that expensive membership fee that might be nice.”
Despite his anxiety Connor’s mind immediately jumped to thinking that was the perfect excuse. Anytime he was over there… day or night he would have a reason. He shook himself, what was he thinking? This had been risky enough, he couldn’t keep doing this could he? But he knew he wanted to, he wasn’t ready to let go of this new… what?
“You ok?” Sara interrupted his racing thoughts. “I was gonna see if you wanted to go out for lunch.”
“Yea, just a bit drained from the workout. Let me take a quick shower and we can go.”
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The rest of the day Connor’s thoughts were swirling. Half of the time he was consumed by guilt, trying to act natural around Sara, and feeling ashamed by what he had been doing behind her back. The other half of the time he was remembering the feeling of that massive body on top of him, Brad’s cock plunging into him, and the filthy things that had been said.
Sara initiated sex that night, and he desperately jumped at the opportunity. He wanted to reconnect with her, to feel normal for once. He was nervous that something about his body, his demeanor would give him away, but once they got into it he was able to push those thoughts away. He tried to only focus on her body, her curves, but his mind kept drifting to Brad. He was amazed at how placid, how reserved their lovemaking was. What had seemed exciting before now felt… almost passionless. Sara mostly lay there, stroking his back and moaning, but he kept thinking of Brad’s hungry kisses, the way they grasped at each other, and the dirty talk…
He found he was fantasizing about Brad while he was with her, and forced himself to focus on her. He kissed her desperately, pushing his tongue into her mouth, but she pulled away after a few moments.
“That’s too aggressive,” She chided.
“Sorry.” He went back to kissing her neck, and began feeling wretched inside. He felt his cock softening, this was a disaster. His thoughts returned to earlier in the day, the feeling of Brad thrusting into him, calling him a slut… His cock re-stiffened and before long he came.
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Afterwards Connor lay consumed with guilt. He couldn’t even make love to his wife without thinking of Brad? What was he doing? This had to end. Things felt awkward between them, but he couldn’t tell if it was all in his head. He couldn’t find anything to say to her, his mind was racing without end. Thankfully she got ready for bed and began reading, so he pretended to do the same.
After staring at the same page of his book for twenty minutes, they kissed goodnight and he headed for the living room. Saying “I love you” to her, like he had a thousand times before, made him feel like a fraud.
He sat on the couch, numbly, not even bothering to turn on the TV. His mind swirling between ending things with Brad, and not wanting to ever stop getting fucked by him. After a while his cock was getting hard again, and all he was thinking about was Brad’s cock. He pulled out his phone, half of him wanting there to be nothing there, the other half wanting something, anything from the man.
“You up? I keep fantasizing about your boy pussy. I want you to ride my cock, I want to watch your face as you take every inch.” had been sent thirty minutes ago.
Connor’s whole body felt electric. His heart pounded and he felt his asshole tingling at the thought.
“Fuck, I want that too. You felt so good.” It was like he couldn’t stop himself from typing.
“Come over now.” Brad sent back.
What else could he do?
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