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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.
My mind won't shut up tonight. It’s on overdrive. This new roustabout has awakened everything I thought I buried. Now it’s all coming back. I look to the journal and let out another big sigh, knowing I should write in it. If anything, to rid my mind of the thoughts and dreams and fantasies I’ve been having. Of Jim. Our life.
Duke pulled back. “No,” he started, his chin lowering against his own chest as he looked down at me. “Don’t tell me what you think I want, tell me what YOU want. What do YOU want Brian?” I licked my lips and stared up at him. His eyes were wide, staring, waiting, that slight sexy grin making his goatee lopsided. What did I want?
“I’ve always wanted to breed this little ass. You thought about me fucking you?” He whispered into my ear, kissing my neck, then my cheek, then my lips as his tongue slipped into me again. I nodded, and groaned out a yes, wrapping my arms around his wide back and feeling the head of his cock pushing against my entry.
The call came on a Tuesday. Troy and I were going over some invoices in the office of the shop. The kind of call you know is coming for years, expecting it for months, but it still hits you like a physical blow. My mother.
He peeled away his towel and stood at the next stall to mine. Up close, he was even more alluring than I cared to admit, with a fine furry coating of blonde hair over his chest and stomach. He wasn’t all washboard abs like me, but his slightly round gut suited him, as did the big muscles of his arms and shoulders, making him look like a beefy dad.
roy took a step forward and I braced myself for what we had planned for. This was it. He had had enough. He was going to do it first. My heart thumped in my chest as I watched the scene unfold. “You got something to say, say it.” Troy’s voice was on edge, while he took a deep breath and focused his gaze on Big Ray.
His message was direct: "That’s my boy, desperate for Dad’s cock. Sunday night then. 7pm. Motel 6 on the Service Road. I’ll send you the room number when I get there. Wear a jock. If you don’t have one, buy one. Dad wants to see his boy in it. Wants to eat that sweet hole in it. Wants to fuck his baby boy all over the room in it."
I think I had only read two pages when he appeared with a towel around his waist. We both sort of stopped short, him staring at my exposed upper body waiting for him in his bed, me taking in his physique in the towel. At 6’5” and 270 pounds of solid muscle, he didn’t just enter the bedroom, he seemed to fucking occupy it.
Mr. O’Brien was an older, bigger, thicker version of his son Jake for sure, with the same piercing green eyes. But it was the slightly shorter man standing next to Mr. O’Brien that made my heart stop. He was still handsome, still fit, still wearing the same silver Rolex. Our eyes met and we recognized each other immediately.
Then Dex smacked my ass. Hard. “Let me know if you need any help in there, half-pint,” before he moved to the shower right next to the one I had chosen. I was running the water to heat it up, holding the curtain against my front to hide my sudden sightseeing pleasures as I tried to not look at Dex’s thick piece of cut meat.
It played out in my head like a movie reel. His hands clasped in mine, tighter than ever, our fingers entwined in our final grasp. The way he kissed me that morning makes me hard, even now, just thinking about it. It was our secret. The need was intense. The hunger insatiable. We had found each other. We were in love.
My eyes, almost against my will, flicked to Troy. He was frozen, a fuel line in his hand, watching me. His face was a mask of careful neutrality, but his eyes were wide, screaming a silent warning. He gave a slow, almost imperceptible shake of his head. No. Not like this.
“I’m not into whoring myself out unsuspectedly to guys who play games!” I said to them, defiantly. “Oh really?” Neil sat up a bit, his erection forgotten. “So when Ben fucked you in his basement while I was upstairs entertaining his wife, who was playing games? Yeah, you’re not so innocent yourself are you?” He looked sideways to Ben and grinned.
The brute driller of the Northern Pioneer Oil Rig Hank meets his agile new floorhand Noah. Hank’s solid, unmovable presence is tested by the inner courage of the graceful Noah, both scarred and looking for peace to be who they truly are. Will the mountain and the gymnast finally find a perfect fit in the most unforgiving place?
I was just starting to tune a carburetor, enjoying the memory of the morning escapade, when the bell on the door chimed. Again. I looked up, my heart for some reason stopping momentarily as if my mind was bracing for the return of the asshole coach to come back to test Ivan and me. But it wasn't him. It was her!
I know I can do whatever I want to you baby boy. And I will if you’re my type. Seems like it so far, so be ready for me. I can be rough and dominant like my profile says. But I also know how to please my boy and make him whimper and beg for it. Go get ready NOW and I’ll see you in Aisle 11.
I couldn’t tell if Al was being tortured, or enjoying it, as he wasn’t resisting. I stared at him as Coop playfully smacked his ass lightly with the whip a few more times, until Al’s bearded face turned sideways and Coop went up to him and they started making out. But I could feel my dick swell as I watched them.
He wasn’t kidding. He was built. From the pic and what I could see of his arms he looked massive, his torso wide and powerful, the bottom of his chin carrying a five ‘clock shadow. He was big, and muscular, and reminded me of someone I lost only 5 years ago. And it reignited me and all my suppressed desires.
I slid my legs around his body and my arms, and held him tight. The width of him, the feel of him still within me, made me moan into his ear, biting on it. There were things that were swimming through my head, and as I was on the verge of saying them, the doorbell rang, followed by a pounding on his front door. Wade’s head popped up in shock.
I paced. I made coffee and didn't drink it. I sat on the couch and stood right back up. Every creak of the house, every car that passed, made my heart lurch. Would he come? Or was this just the confirmation I expected, that Troy had already made his choice, and I was right?
My blood ran cold. That voice. I’d recognize it instantly anywhere. Smug, confident, laced with a fake, booming heartiness. It was a voice from a different life, from locker room showers and dark car interiors and motel rooms. I straightened up too fast, banging my head on the hood. "Coach Davis!" I said too loudly.
The first summer back from university I end up at a party at my friend and her older HOT brother's house, with some of HIS friends. Before I know what's happening, my 20 year old self is being taught how to "shotgun" before things take a sexual turn with the hot brother, and a few of his friends, all jocks, one a now professional NHL player.
As I walked towards the back door, I saw the big figure lingering in the hallway. As I neared the door, I saw him more clearly, Bruce, the big grey haired, grey mustached guy, filling the entire doorway with his body, pushing the back door open to me in the afternoon light on this Saturday, looking just as fucking sexy as he did the other night.
This was it. This was what I never knew I was missing, yet yearned for it. Not the sex, I mean I got enough of that when I wanted. But sex with Troy was different, beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. But it was this, the quiet aftermath, the not having to rush off, or hide, or feel any shame or regret.
The day had come for Theron to finally claim me. He stood, and the room didn’t fall silently gradually, but it stopped altogether, as if a single breath had been collectively held. Theron did not look at me. He addressed the room, his voice the clear, commanding baritone of a born leader, but his words were for me.
He lights the cigar and blows, filling my nostrils with the distinctive smell of cigar and I can’t help but take a deep breath in. He turns slightly and takes another step towards my car, moving so close to my window I could reach out to touch his bulge. He puts one elbow above me and rests it on the roof of my car. “Nice night.” He says.
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.