I watched Joe move to the hot tub, putting his glass down on the two steps leading into the tub as he pulled the cover off. I watched the muscles in his back move, the way his legs flexed as he pulled the cover back, and the perfect round form of his smooth naked ass in the darkness. He had just fucked me hard while still dressed in most of his tuxedo, and I wanted him again already.
As he stepped through the door, looking like he had just spent an entire exhausting day at a wedding in his tuxedo, he still took my breath away at how hot and handsome he looked. He looked like a big football player dressed up for an awards night. All bulky and wide, stuffed into a fitted suit, all cleaned up but immense looking. I knew underneath all this material was a muscled hard body.
I immediately paused as I knelt there, looking up at the extended hand of the hottest man I have ever seen. WOW, I thought again. The realtor standing before me looked like a fucking model and took my breath away. He was tall, much taller than me, and wide, thick, solid, built, muscled. I smiled, widely at this hunk, and stared into his eyes as I stood up and took his outstretched hand.
Dan and Ian Cameron are having an incredibly intense Daddy Night together at the End Zone, even more when their new friend Troy gives them a little something to help celebrate Dan's contest win. And then he gives the Cameron men a whole lot more, and a chance for them to give each other something even bigger... Part two of a four-part #longread series.
Ian's fun-loving, freewheeling Dad is in town for Father's Day weekend... which also happens to be Pride weekend. When they stop for a beer at a bar hosting a Daddy Night competition, Ian suddenly finds himself put on the spot as his father takes the spotlight, reliving moments from their very unusual bond as the sexual tension between them grows. Part One of a four-part series.
As our group crossed the border from Egypt into Israel, I knew I would never see Seth again, nor feel his power. He had awoken in me that passion for love making that I had shut down a while ago. The raw intensity of the way he fucked me was still lingering in my mind. I stared out the window at the sudden green landscape of Israel. I needed another real man. A beast. I needed more.
In 1993, before the internet and gay apps, if you were feeling extremely horny, you would hit the gay bars to find someone you could hit-it-off with and get laid.
I spent the week trying to figure out how I could see my Coach again. I was thinking about him every night, replaying that first fuck in my head. The way he felt inside me. How he called me baby as he fucked me. How turned on it made me. The size of him, both his body and his cock compared to mine. I jerked off every night since then, waiting for him to call, desperate to see him again.
As the final moments of his life approach a Toy needs a name, but not before more passionate tonsil-hockey, intense nut-drainage and many more long orgasms are shared between the young beauty and his insatiable beast.
My eyes popped open and I could see darkness. I could feel a weight on me and could hear heavy breathing. My head lifted slightly off the pillow and I could see the big hand dangling near my face, the gigantic arm over my shoulder. Joe's big body was behind me, in a spooned position. I could feel I was still naked, as was he. His large arm felt so good wrapped on me.
"Strike this batter out and I will fuck you tonight." He said directly to me. I needed to win this game to have my first cock in my ass. From my Coach. I wanted him more than anything. And before I knew it, standing before me was the man I had been dreaming about, totally naked. I was ready to play.
Stuck on a cruise with his parents, Andy nevertheless manages to meet a second hookup right after the first. This one is a young dad with a serious case of blue balls, who seems to have no scruples once he gets his hands on Andy's tight hot little ass...
A New York penthouse in the heart of moonlit Manhattan is the scene for lots and lots of wild, nut-draining, ass-filling, cheek-coating, steamy man-sex between a large, hard-bodied, biker and his boy-toy.
I laid beside Joe for a long time, listening to his breath as he relaxed after our fuck. I was looking at his side profile, so handsome and masculine. His nose was straight, the perfect size for his face. His jawline strong, now in a trim looking beard mustache combination. My hand was resting on his beefy pec, with his own big paw holding my hand on top of it. I was admiring this big "Bonus" man.
After a long day of traveling and attending a company conference, a tall, handsome mature stranger joined me in the hotel whirlpool. We soon discovered a better way to de-stress.
My heart was pounding as I remembered standing beside him. He was a giant to me. His 6'4" frame making me feel puny beside him. His bodybuilder type physique scared me, all muscled and huge. But when I was sucking his thick cock in his truck, he was gentle. When he held my head as he kissed me, he was passionate. I couldn't wait to see him again tonight.
A modern-day, but mysterious, motor-biker collects a new toy for his collection and brings it to life using his legendary mastery of the ancient powers of the Moon.
This is a fictional story of a guy I had worked with some time back. Average looking guy with average build. But what he has, at least based off the many views I have seen of his big crotch was the biggest set of balls. They are always pressed so tightly against his lucky slacks. All I can say is I wish my mouth was his slacks.
Now this is only fiction, but do enjoy..
It was my second summer of working with a landscaping company and I was now heading up a small crew of grass cutters responsible for cutting all the Hydro tower areas. Meeting the Foreman for the first time, my heart skipped a beat. From what I could already see, he was a hot looking man. And he had a special bonus to offer me...
I was on the elliptical when he walked in. He immediately caught my eye - about my age, 6 feet, shaved bald head (which just gets me hard), big, solid, and totally masculine. I watched him disappear into the changeroom and return wearing shorts and a green loose fitting shirt. My eyes went to his legs - big tree trunks, thick and meaty with trimmed light blonde hair. I was already drooling.
Lucky for me, Uncle Joe was in residence. Uncle Joe was an older guy, maybe late fifties, early sixties. Pretty well preserved. Rough looking. Well off. Smart, witty and a huge flirt. He was also pretty much the Top Daddy in town.
Rudy and "the cracker" solidify their new dynamic. Mr Q imparts some personal history as well as some useful information, but he seems conflicted about something . . . or is he? Our narrator gets a blowjob, a name, and one helluva surprise.