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Put me in coach; I’ll Take Care of you Now; Tell Daddy You want it; Meet Your New Uncle; Meeting Uncle Kirk's New Friend; My First Year of University; The Professor; Second Year; Quite Frankly; The Gang's All Here; The Taste of Revenge; Getting Serviced at the Dealership; Summer landscaping bonus; Travelling Through Europe; Returning Home; Daddy's Home; Need a Ride; And Then I Met Him; Can’t Fight This Feeling; That Magical Place; Being Neighbourly; Yes Sir; Bromance Vacation; Continuing my Bromance; Feeling the Beast Between my Thighs; First Gym Encounter; Back for Another Walk; The Getaway Weekend
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LittleBuddy Stories
Below you can find the complete collection of stories by LittleBuddy.
With my head down against the wind, I thought about Ben again, and wondered if I could see him again. A three-hour drive wasn’t the best way to get a married father to visit, but I was getting desperate, and my resolve to be a good boy was quickly fading. And then, as I reached for the library door, I heard: "How’s it going little dude?"
“That’s just the beginning.” And then he was leading me by the hand, not toward the bedroom, but toward the couch. He sat down and pulled me down with him, until I was straddling his lap, his sweats still down around his knees, his big hands settling on my hips, holding me there.
I was in a pair of pj bottoms and nothing else when my phone rang, and I forgot all about Steve and picked up the receiver with a dirty mind. “I was hoping you’d call.” I purred. I could hear loud sounds, like he was driving. “Well sorry it took me so long.” But it wasn’t Neil. It was Ben’s voice.
I moaned out as his thick tongue licked my hole hungrily, his big hands gripping each cheek to hold me apart. And as I lay there in the dark, Dwayne “Mac” MacDonald, current CFL player, began to eat his own load out of my ass.
I didn't wave or call out. Just stood there trying to calm my breath as I watched him get out of the truck. He was gorgeous, even after a long day of work with me. From a distance, I could see why so many fans called him the hottest quarterback ever. I understood the desire to just look at him and lust.
Brasidas turned his gaze back to me, and I saw the claim, the obsession, the brutal desire he seemed to have for me return to his eyes with a devastating clarity. "This war between us ends now, do you understand? Now I will show you what it truly means to be my eromenos.”
Mario was grinning at me. “You’re gonna make me cum again.” I moaned out. “Do it kid. Cum for me.” He purred over me and I clutched his body so tight as I came a second time. And as I did, I heard the words “Oh my God I love you!” spill out of my mouth as I shuddered under him.
I watched his massive body move as he stood up and moved to the Lay-z-boy recliner. He watched me watch him as he sat down on it, flipping the handle and raising the footstool with it, reclining backwards, his big bare feet now sticking up slightly as his naked body sat there in the leather chair. “Climb on board baby and show me what you want."
Neil’s smile slowly spread across his face as he quietly looked at me, but then his eyes looked down at my hand on his knee. “I guess that explains Ben?” He said it so quietly I wasn’t sure I really heard it, but when I looked up at his face his brown eyes were staring at me. “What about Ben?” I tried to ask innocently, but his face didn’t change.
For the first time since last night, he looked like he was just as unsure as I felt. The confidence of the kitchen was gone, replaced by a vulnerability that I recognized in his eyes that probably mirrored my own. Here it comes, that voice in my head barked and my chest tightened, ready for the blow.
He appeared in the doorway, wearing the grey pants I left for him, and I noticed right away his cock swinging free in the middle as leaned against the frame. His hair was a mess from our recent morning romp, his eyes still soft with sleep, the pants a big baggy on his muscular lean frame. But otherwise he looked absolutely stellar.
Those grey eyes never looked away, and the smile never stopped as he breached my still lubed ass. A big hand grabbed the back of my neck and he pulled me back towards him, not for a kiss, but to just rest his forehead to mine.
Brasidas huffed at me, and spit onto the ground at my feet. “Your brother, Alexandrios…," he said, hearing my brother’s name spoken aloud seemed to hit me harder than I expected, "…had a fire that could have lit up all of Greece." His voice, usually a gravelly command, softened into something I did not recognize from him.
I almost didn’t recognize him out of his SECURITY uniform. He was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a long grey winter coat with a dark grey tuque on his head and scarf wrapped around his thick neck, his brown winter laced boots crossed at the ankles. I did a double take, my eyes catching the sight of him as some hunky model posing for a pic.
I knelt over him, the mattress dipping under my weight. I covered him with my body, my hands on either side of his head. I just looked, drinking in the reality of him. Troy Jenkins. In my bed at last. Naked. Hard. Panting.
And then I heard the footsteps coming down the stairs and I smirked even wider and opened the door to the bathroom just a smidge to give Ben the hint. But it wasn’t Ben who came in suddenly, but rather Mark, in a grey tank top and a pair of boxer shorts, his eyes narrow as he took in my naked body.
With a guttural sound that was half agony, half surrender, he crossed the room and his mouth crashed down on mine. All the fear, the rage, the public humiliation, the private torment—it all poured into that kiss. It was desperate and furious and tender all at once.
He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine, water dripping from both our faces, but it was me that went to my knees first. And holy God what a big thick dick. It was long, like a pole, hard and sticking straight up.
He licked his lips, his blue eyes raking over my chest when he made a sound. I looked down at my pecs, still impressive and hard, muscled from good genes and hard gym time. I made them flex, then dance and he let out a soft “Fuck me.” While my brain screamed I will, I managed to speak. “Your turn.”
They were taking their turns. First King and Bo, then Cowboy, now Coop. One at a time. Making sure I felt each one slide in. Giving me a taste of what they could do. They wanted their pleasure, turning me into the slut I always knew I was.
"This is you,” he whispered, his forehead resting against mine as he moved inside me. He stilled me, forcing my body to relax, his rhythm now a desperate but forceful deliberate reclaiming. “This, right here.” His hand gripped my pectoral muscle, his fingers outlining my heart. “This is mine. Remember? He cannot touch this."
I brought my hand up to his wrist at first, my fingers barely making it around the thickness of this man. But then my other hand removed itself from his chest and found his jaw, the stubble rough against my palm, showing him without words that I was here, that I wasn’t going anywhere as I tried to control my breathing and my pounding heart.
Now that we’re alone, it’s harder to avoid him. I keep my eyes on the torque converter. But I was feeling something, other than the need to fuck someone else, other than the tension between us. Something I needed to get off my chest. I needed to tell him, but what exactly I didn’t know.
I stood as tall as I could and lifted my chin upward. "I knelt to him. I gave him my oath. I am his eromenos now, in truth." I kept my voice even. "The training… it is not what you think. It is an agreement. And I have chosen to obey." Theron stared at me as if I were a stranger, someone else standing before him.
I felt my head nodding as I looked into his eyes. My ass twitched, remembering how good it felt when Mario’s beer can thick cock had slowly fucked me many times last year. But now I felt the slight bruising from mere minutes ago by his girlfriend’s father. Ben’s cum was still circling inside me and all I could think about was Mario’s tasty cock.
Big Ray took the socket, his eyes meeting mine for a second. There was a flicker there. Something ambiguous. Maybe just friendly camaraderie. Maybe a hint of curiosity. With big, straight, married guys, you could never tell. It was all part of the frustrating, addictive game I found myself playing lately. It was all I knew.
He began to move, not with the force I was expecting, but with a slow, deliberate calculation, his hands releasing my chest, moving all over my torso in a claiming I didn’t understand. I kept my eyes closed as he used me. This was my duty. I belonged to him. Erastes and erominos. Sparta’s acceptable union.
I looked at the pic Grant held out. "He’s got tons of money and a dirty mind. I recognized him when he took his mask off.” Grant looked down at my body. “He likes smaller jocks, straight muscle type guys that can take a hard pounding and won’t out him.” He raised an eyebrow. “So you interested?”
Instead of wanting to go out and find relief with some random, I stayed at home and reached for myself, to satisfy my own needs while replaying images from the day about Troy Jenkins. Like the flex of his forearm when he tightened a bolt, or the way his coveralls fit across the width of his back when he leaned over an engine, or that ass.
I looked down the narrow aisle at the comically small door of the lavatory. I looked back at his six-foot-two, solid-muscle frame of 240 pounds. “In there?” I hissed. My 57-year-old retired police officer with the daring rejuvenated freedom of a teenage delinquent lately with the physique of a Roman gladiator grinned. How could I say no?