He growled in my ear, almost sniffing me as his lips brushed against my ear. “I’ve been thinking about a lot of things. Things I’ve never thought about doing to another man.” He was grinding harder, practically fucking me through our shorts. I licked my lips in anticipation. “Like what?” He let out a big sigh. “Like sliding into your little ass and fucking the shit out of you.”
I only found out much later that she set me up to catch me in her undies and tricked me into becoming a sissy peg boy and later a slut for her x boyfriend who she was still fucking.
I guess that is the whole story, actually!
Randy Thompson is the classic Boy Scout Next Door type - a great coach, loving husband and father, and role model for his players. But one player discovers his less admirable side.
One September day a college football player and his coach share more than strategies about the game. (A semi-autobiographic account as told by the player; names changed.)
Jake’s been a good husband for so long. No bareback, not even cheating, he’s been able to resist his workmates and strangers. Until now. It doesn’t take much for him to break his promise to himself, but now it’s broken…
“Cool. So you’re “Brian” with an “Ian” in the end.” He grinned, wondering if I was understanding his implication. And boy was I ever. I smiled widely, showing off my own perfect teeth. “Well that’s one way to think about it. Ian in the end.” “It might be a good place to be sometime. In the end.” He said quietly. “If you like that sort of thing.” I felt my stomach lurch and met his stare.
I just had my second gay sex encounter. I had sex in a bar parking lot. And met a guy at a fraternity. I was always fascinated with gay street walkers. Getting paid to have sex with gay or straight men. I found a such a street in my college town. I wanted to check it out if i could do it.
I have a diverse age range of fuck buddies and on Sunday night I invited all of them over for a group session. There were two twenty year old guys, two fifty year old guys and myself... in the middle.
The elevator door opened and my heart pumped, following Darren’s big round ass down the hall as he looked for our room. We were finally here, in Vegas. Alone. And as soon as we entered the room and the door closed, Darren was on me, pushing me back against the door as it closed, kissing me passionately. As promised.
The need for cock was back. I could no longer fight this feeling that was deep inside me. And as I took one last look in the mirror before we headed out to the conservation area on this rather hot and sunny July day with our son, I knew my eyes were going to wander. I had a feeling today that I was going to give in.
My older, married, fuck buddy was so horny he invited me to fuck him for the first time. He took 'just the tip' but he liked it and will want more of my manhood inside him coming up this weekend.
“I thought about fucking you all day.” He muttered behind me, still staring at me in the reflection. I watched his face get all serious, filled with lust as his eyes flitted between my eyes and my backside. I could see him grab his cock, felt it poke at my hole. I watched him spit into his hand and then lube it as his eyes returned to mine. “I thought about coming home to you."
“Could you see us living here? Together.” Rob said quietly. “Yes,” I said quickly, making him grab me and kiss me. Deep. He groaned into my mouth as his tongue flicked with mine. “Mmmm.” He pulled back and held me in his arms, looking at me. “90 days and this could be ours.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the doorway, walking with me, hand in hand, to the living room to see the realtor.
Rob was behind me quickly, and his cock already lubed with his spit. I gripped the edge of the bar and pushed my ass backwards against him as I felt his thick headed cock dig into the crack of my ass. I groaned and he shushed me as we listened to the sounds of laughter upstairs, the sounds of plates, the sounds of cupboard. And in one blinding push, Rob slid his fat cock straight up into me.
Jake’s let things go too far. He never should have let himself get carried away with his best friend let alone any of the other men. His husband, Todd, can never find out. Keeping this secret is going to take some work...
A beer with my new landlord ends with me sucking him off. He had caught one of my Grindr hookups leaving my place and let it slip that he hadn't had a guy suck him off in over twenty years. That was my cue to get on my knees, release his cock from his speedo and show him what he has been missing out on.
It’s the Monday of a whole new week, and Jake is ready to put the events of a debauched weekend behind him and be a good husband again. Or at least he would, if his sleazy workmate Grant would let him forget everything that happened. Then there’s the matter of his visitor.
All I could do was stare. The way his arms flexed as he gripped the club, preparing to swing. The way his chest came together in his stance. The way his ass looked as he moved his legs slightly apart before he brought the club back. The way his calf muscles flexed, and twisted, as he swung. And when he swung, his ass….“You alright over there?” I heard Darren say, leaning on his club.