Hey all this was supposed to be a quick short story but as I started remembering more details the more I wanted to write down.

I would like to preface this by saying this story is about 10 years old, 18+, 100% true though some details are quite foggy and the names have been changed for privacy. For my first year of university I didn't get into the dorms so I ended up going to this housing mixer thing to meet other people also needing housing for the first semester. I was (and still am) pretty introverted so I ended up meeting this other shy kinda guy called Ben and then we were basically adopted by these two definitely more outgoing types called Will and Mark.

I don't want to overstate mine and Ben's introversion it's not like we sat inside playing computer games every night (just some nights lol) we still got wasted, went to parties and had a good time but we were definitely the home by 11pm types and the other guys were the home by 11am the next day types. Which to be honest was cool with us, the dynamic we had was pretty perfect.

Physically all four of us looked pretty similar - brown hair and blue eyes, if you saw us from a great distance you wouldn't really be able to tell us apart. Will and Mark were just taller with more muscle and generally just looked more confident and put together. Ben was definitely the smallest of the group he probably stopped growing at 16 I don't think he ever made it over 5'7 (though when I hung out with him again just a couple years ago he'd really got muscular which I still find hilarious)

Sex wise we were all typical college guys, I'd had a girlfriend for a year and a bit up until summer break before college so had a good amount of sexual experience and Will and Mark had no issues getting girls as they reminded us frequently, they claimed they'd had a threesome with this smoking hot blonde girl called Lindsay but to this day I don't believe that for a second. They were attractive guys with confidence but she was (and probably still is) wayyyyyy out of their league.

And then there was Ben, after the first couple months or so I'd seen him make out with like two girls, one of whom was on the same course as me and was about the most boyish looking girl you could ever see, so I had suspicions about Ben's preferences ever since the beginning. He claimed he had an on again off again girlfriend back home but basically admitted it was bullshit after I saw him making out with the first girl.

I got confirmation one night probably just after we got back from Christmas break. The four of us had had a few drinks together to celebrate the new year, we were intending to go out afterwards but Ben and I ended up just staying home to smoke weed and play video games (one of our favorite hobbies) We were talking shit and playing whichever COD it was at the time that we were into when I sarcastically asked him if he'd hooked up with his girlfriend over the break, he just laughed and called me an asshole and then what I said next is a recurring issue I had at the time and have had ever since, my wife calls it bluntness I prefer to just call it complete dedication to honesty.

"It's cool if you're gay you know" I basically blurted out not really thinking how it might come across, I wasn't trying to out him just more let him know that if he was it was completely cool with me. I half expected him to laugh it off but he just sorta froze, I don't know if he spaced out from the weed or I sounded more accusatory than I meant to but I could feel the panic behind his eyes. I sorta repeated myself in a more gentle tone, that it was cool and I didn't mind one bit and I was positive the other guys wouldn't care either. We were a pretty tight bunch by this point and I was pretty confident it wouldn't be something Will or Mark would bat an eye about. That's when he basically confessed that he indeed was like 95% gay and was pretty thankful he'd found Helen (the very boyish girl) to make out with a couple of times to appear more straight. I joked saying he'd have to be more than 95% gay to make out with her which we had a good laugh about. We turned the console off and had a pretty deep chat (that two guys can have) about his sexuality and how he'd made out with a few guys back home but hadn't gone much further than some over the pants action with a couple of boys. He told me he didn't want anyone to treat him any differently because of his sexual preferences and I explained that's why I said what I said about it being cool if he was gay, if we wanted to make out with twenty dudes - that's cool with me, if you wanted to suck my dick - that's cool with me.

The last part didn't come out remotely how I intended it to but at this point I was tipsy, pretty baked and emotionally charged from the conversation we'd had so wasn't really talking as plainly as I usually would. "You want me to suck your dick?" he asked me after a weird moment of silence. "Nooooooo that's not what I was getting at, I was just trying to say if you wanted to suck my dick or any dudes dick that's all good with me" which still wasn't exactly what I was meaning to say but I think he got the sentiment. We hugged for probably the first time ever and went back to playing video games. In retrospect this might have been one of the first times someone plainly said to his face that him being gay was completely alright, I got the impression he hadn't even heard that from his family.

That was about the end of it for a good few weeks, absolutely nothing changed between any of us. We talked the same shit and made the same jokes (maybe i made a few less gay jokes), I think it helped him a lot that I didn't run to tell the other guys or treat him any differently. It was pretty much business as usual. A few weekends later we ended up in the same scenario - Will and Mark went out to party and we stayed at home to have our own party which involved a lot more weed and pizza.

Around the same time as several weeks previous we were in the sweet spot to talk openly about our feelings. Ben basically confessed that he was nervous about finding guys to hook up with at university on the sly and tbh I kinda empathized - at a cursory glance our school was pretty straight looking. "That's why I asked if you wanted me to suck your dick when you outed me the other week, I was kinda excited that you might be curious too" I was pretty taken aback, I honestly just felt a cocktail of different emotions - by this point it had been probably four months since I last had any action, the weed was getting me horny, I asked myself was I really curious, could I go through with it. All of these thoughts occurred in half of a split second. "I mean..." I blurted out not really knowing where I was going with it, truthfully I was curious - not about my sexuality but what it would be like to get a blowjob from a guy. At this point I'd gotten a handful of blowjobs from my ex and to tell the truth she was pretty terrible, she wasn't a big fan and hadn't really had much practice.

"You could pretend it's Helen..." he said half jokingly in my moment of panic which in a super bizarre way was exactly all I needed to hear, she was basically a boy but with small tits and a pussy so I thought fuck it what's the difference I'd probably let her blow me in a heartbeat so what's the difference if it's a guy doing it instead? "Fuck it" I said, if he wanted to see what it was like to confirm his sexuality and I wanted to see what it was like to get my dick sucked by a guy then fuck it, that was all we needed. "So how do you want to...?" I asked, almost right on cue as the front door banged open and Mark came barreling in, smashing the light on and completely ruining any semblance of tension we'd just built up. He told us how he'd struck out and Will had abandoned him to hook up with some hot Norwegian chick and he was passed and was going to bed.

"Should we...?" Ben suggested and I looked at the time wondering how it got to 1am and agreed that yeah we probably should and that was the end of that. We all said night to each other in the hallway like we used to do and then went off to bed. I laid in bed, head spinning with thoughts of potentially receiving a blowjob from my gay housemate and what I'd have to do to hook up with the hot blonde Lindsay and if there really are any hot Norwegian chicks out there? All the thoughts you have laying in bed alone in the smallest hours

That's when my bedroom door clicked open for a few moments and I saw a shadow slink inside, closing the door behind them. He climbed onto my bed and pulled back the covers, I was too stunned to really say anything. My bedroom was dark but not like dark dark there was just enough light to see what was happening - Ben pulling down my boxers and kissing my stomach and the head of my already erect cock. I moaned gently which I think gave him enough confirmation to continue. He grabbed by dick at the base and guided it into his warm wet mouth, he swallowed about two inches before I concluded in my head that he was somehow already better than my ex girlfriend. He tried to throat my remaining four inches before gagging and making a very obvious noise. "Slow" i said to him, feeling him nod on my cock in response. He continued to slurp and suck at my rock hard cock for what felt like an hour but in reality was more like 10 minutes. He'd swirl his tongue around the head making my dick super wet which was something I'd never experienced before. I very gently moved my hips up and down guiding my cock in and out of his throat, pretty suddenly I realised what was about to happen "oh fuck I'm gonna..." Warm sticky liquid fired out of my cock into his wet mouth, he seemed to swallow some and then more of it dribbled out of the sides of his mouth down onto my balls. It was to that day the best blowjob and I'd ever received and honestly it didn't make a damn difference that it was a guy doing it.

I tried to compliment him and talk about what had just happened but he just said "let's talk about it tomorrow" and then crept back towards the door, quietly clicking it shut behind him leaving my head still spinning.

To start, I’m 43 and always secretly have liked cock ever since my first taste years ago. It feels like the older I get the more I crave it. My wife knows it. She feeds into it sometimes but she doesn’t have a cock. She doesn’t have the cum I crave. Sometimes I feel ashamed about it and will delete my account. But I find myself right back here. Drooling and wanting. Living in a small town I only have Reddit as an outlet. I wish I had someone here I could just play with as much as I wanted. But at least there’s enough guys here wanting the same. Problem is, I’m kind of a bigger guy. They all expect me to be the dominant one. I don’t want to be. I will be if I know it’ll make him cum but man, sometimes I just want to be the little spoon.

Anyways that’s it. That’s my confession. Nothing turns me on more than knowing I made a man explode. Seeing the cum flowing, the cock jerking and throbbing. His body responding… mmmph. I need to go get myself off now!

hey, lol.

*i’ve never told any of my stories (closet bi) so i’m not really sure what type of “structure” i’m supposed to use for these posts? just bare with me lmfao.*

-i’m positive this will be way longer than it needs to be, feel free to criticize me. have grace tho, this is my FIRST story

context:

-24, caucasian, sub, closet bi, bottom - from small town, usa

-the only “gay scene” in my area is (shitty) grindr meet ups that are all 20+ miles away😅

-i am strictly into tops 45+ (daddy issues lolz) have never been with a man under 45, don’t plan to be either.

story:

i was 19 at the time. another day doom scrolling through the same lame ass grindr profiles of lame ass begging creeps. (that’s what i get for living in the middle of nowhere and always having my preferences set to 45+ tops)

up until this point, i’ve been with 3/4 dudes from grindr. same thing every time, i drive 45 mins there, they rush me in, sit down on their couch and just lay back while i suck them off. (vanilla as fuck, and nobody tried to fuck)

this day was different.

i came across a profile i hadn’t seen before. his bio read that he was 46, out of town from chicago, in the military, a top, (and what caught my eye) he had a bbc, and was looking for younger white guys to breed.

(of course drooled over the thought of a bbc daddy)

i sent the first message, it was short and casual at first..

“hey man how’s it going” type of conversation

then he asked me for pictures, so i sent him a few and i got a “nice” back.

so of course i didn’t think he was actually interested

“i don’t send pics. but do you think you could take a water bottle sized cock?” he said at random

*i actually got butterflies lol, and then i tried to act all tough*

“of course i can, i was made to be stuffed sir”

“that’s what they all say, so we’ll see about that i guess. i’ll give you one week to train your hole, i’ll get ahold of you next week, and i want you to come see me next saturday. we’ll see what you’re made of.”

*so not going to lie, i was a bit intimidated. but, i wasn’t passing on this opportunity*

so i actually tried to mentally, and physically prepare myself for this hookup. i haven’t heard from this dude for a couple days - i figured he flaked, but just incase he wasn’t, i spent the next week using butt plugs and my 5 inch dildo to train my hole

(my 19 year old naïve ass really thought this was going to help lol. but i also took the “water bottle” sized cock with a grain of salt)

sure as shit, saturday rolls around. (4:00pm) i get a message from him, and it’s just an address and “9:00pm, if you’re not here before 9:30 don’t bother, ill find another.”

*i was so taken back*

“of course sir, i’ll be there!”

i took my time on my hygiene, as i am a firm believer in “look good, feel good, do good”😂

i drove to his house, and showed up 10 mins early. i messaged him “hey im here” and he responded “im turning the porch light on, doors open.”

-i see the porch light, and i walk in

he was genuinely a lot friendlier than i expected (and way hotter)

he was probably 6’2, 200lbs of pure muscle (this man was SHREDDED.)

“i’m not gonna lie man, i’m surprised you came. most people like you flake, it’s good to see there’s real ones. my name is (name)” and he stuck out his hand so i could shake it

“harper, it’s a pleasure to meet you” and then i shook his hand

(this was already way different than any sort of hook up i’ve had, this was unique.)

“harper? nice man. why don’t you sit down and let’s have a chat”

i sat down on his leather couch, and he sat next to me.

-i won’t bore you with details of our conversation, but i’ll give the highlights

“so, mr harper. your grindr profile’s name is “use me daddy” and you keep saying how badly you want to please me. so what are you actually looking to do here tonight?”

-i then explained all of my boring grindr hook ups and how i wanted to be used

“i see, here’s the deal boi. if you 100% want to be used, i will show you what that term actually means. i ain’t gonna lie tho, if you tap out ima be pissed. so if that’s your intention, just leave now.”

*im actually sweating at this point*

“uhh well uhhh… yes, use me.”

“well if you think you’re man enough, let’s see. come with me.”

-he lead me to his bedroom, made me undress, and lay face down in his bed

-he began with massaging, spreading, and spanking my ass. he put a finger in and announced

“i told you to train, this boy pussy is tight as fuck”

“i did sir, i promise!” i yelped

“alright, we’ll come back to this. kneel down on the side of my bed”

-i did as he said

“are you ready to worship daddy’s cock?”

“yes sir”

-he pulled his sweat pants town to reveal his absolute HAMMER of a cock. (length of a water bottle, slightly less girthy - but not by much.

*uh-oh! he wasn’t joking🙃 - my mouth opened in fear*

-he started laughing and grabbed the back of my head and forced it onto his cock

-he made me smell, kiss, stare at, and lick his cock - but not suck

-he planted his cock across my face. it went from my hair line to my chin. it was so fucking heavy…

“open wide for daddy”

-i opened my mouth and started to suck. (i probably have 1/4th in before i started gagging)

“nope, you gotta do better than that.. now SUCK THIS COCK BITCH” he demanded

-i flinched, and tried to take more - but couldn’t

“i don’t have time for this, open up bitch…”

-he grabbed the back of my head and sent most of his cock down my throat.

-i gagged, cried, coughed, choked, and i forced my head off as i was feeling the need to vomit

“sir, i’m sorry, i feel like im going to be sick, it’s just too much down my throat.”

“get the fuck over yourself, this is what you signed up for. get up here and stick that ass in the air”

-i rushed to comply with his demands, and got into the doggy position. he ate my ass and calmed me down for about 15 minutes while i heard him slowly jerking his cock. he was fingering me in between ass eating

“alright boi, this is the last time i’m asking. do you actually want to be used?”

“yes sir”

“alright then, buck up, we’re about to make a man out of you…”

-i heard him dump a bunch of lube out onto his cock. he spread my cheeks and squirted some into me.

-this next part, i will remember until the day i die.

-no 3, 2, 1, nothing - he just shoved the tip in. i instantly screamed and pulled away.

“oh my, it’s going to be a long night for you mr. harper”

-to be fair, he was taking his time to work more and more into my boi pussy. *the whole time i’m screaming bloody murder so he has my face shoved into a pillow*

-after 30 mins of this, i felt his balls against my ass

“see boi? i’m all the way in. you ready?”

“for what?”

-he laughed “don’t tap out”

-he then pulled his giant cock out to the tip, and then thrusted it back in

-i thought to myself “oh god, what did i get myself into? this is too much”

-right before i asked him to stop, he grabbed my hips and started to take my hole…

-i whimpered, cried, and screamed but the only thing i could focus on was how long until i was done with this punishment. i thought to myself “fuck this, i’m done with guys, fuck this!”

-but then after he flipped me over, i realized how much i enjoyed pleasuring this man. i wanted him to use my body as a means of releasing his energy. then i got into it, and then it didn’t hurt as bad.

-after 45 minutes of absolutely brutal anal, he had me pinned down and his sweat soaked face looked at me and said “you ready to become a man harper? you ready to be my boi?”

“oh yes sir, i was born for this”

-he then shot one of the most intense loads i’ve ever felt into my hole, and bit down on my shoulder as he screamed in pleasure

“you did it boy.. you actually did it, and i’m proud of you. just know that i own your hole now, and you’ll never be the same. now get dressed, and get the fuck out of my house.”

-i got up, wiped my tears, and tried to get dressed. i toppled over because i had zero balance. he laughed at me, and kissed me on the forehead before i left.

i still think about him to this day. where he’s at, how he is, and if he’s ever coming back.

i don’t regret any of it, but to say that experience was humbling is saying the least.

he was right, i’ve never been the same. the best sexual experience i’ve ever had (male and female both)

edit: if any daddy type 45+ tops want to have a chat, feel free to get ahold of me ;)

Married 32 year old Indian that loves sharing nudes to random people on reddit and getting them to tell what they would do to me!

I hadn't seen a buddy for years. he was in town only this weekend. I had played with him before and I just wanted a quicky.

he knew it was going to be a quicky so he was ready when I got to his hotel

I didn't say a word and either did he.

I got on my knees and sucked him hard while feeling his thighs and squeezing his ass

once he was rock hard I too his cock out to slap My tongue

he turned me over and lubed up

he slipped in and grabbed my shoulders to push the rest of his cock in me

he started pumping and I arched my back for him

once he slowed down I pulled away and asked him if I could ride on top

he smiled and I jumped on

I went hard and rough

he said oh damn here I go and I could feel cum all inside me

when I left the shower he had left for his meeting

until next time Keith 😉

Let me tell you about my first time, which was now almost thirty years ago.

I had married my best friend, and things were going wonderfully in our relationship — complete complicity and sharing in everything. The only aspect that wasn’t working was sex: we had moments of intimacy with kisses and embraces, but whenever I pushed further I met with considerable resistance on her part, and this unsettled me quite a bit.

As a young man I had masturbated with a friend of mine, and during our encounters we would caress and hold each other before coming while masturbating together. I had always filed these experiences away as normal passages in a person’s growing up, but finding myself in a complete absence of sex with my wife, I often found myself masturbating while imagining those past encounters with my friend.

One evening at the computer, I noticed that the portal of my email account also hosted open chat rooms, and one of them was titled “him for him.” Out of curiosity, late one night I ventured in, and discovered an incredible world — I discovered the existence of married men like me who were seeking closeness and companionship with other men. For the first time I no longer felt alone. I tried chatting and realized that the part of me I had kept hidden over the years — justifying homosexual experiences and attractions as adolescent phases — was in fact still very much present and glad to emerge in those long conversations over chat.

Before long I was masturbating during those chats, and exchanging phone numbers with others so we could arouse and pleasure ourselves together, hearing each other’s voices and heavy breathing.

After months of these increasingly intense and erotic chats, I found a man who lived in my city and who invited me over for a coffee at his place. I won’t pretend — I can be a little naive at times, and I tend to trust people I find empathetic or aligned with my thinking, so I happily accepted the invitation, expecting nothing more than an evening of conversation over a cup of coffee.

When the evening of the appointment arrived, I told my wife I was going out with friends, got in the car, and drove to his address. I was very nervous — before ringing the doorbell I walked around his building on foot, then gathered my courage and decided to ring.

The door was opened by a man much younger than me, tall, with broad, handsome shoulders and a lovely smile. He invited me in, and while he made the coffee we began to talk. He told me he worked at a company but had previously been a competitive swimmer — which explained the more than impressive physique — and that he lived alone, having come from a city very far from mine.

As we talked, he moved closer to me and brushed my hand with his. I began to tremble in a way I had never experienced before. I had to sit down from the emotion of it, but he took my hand and led me toward his bedroom. I felt like a child being guided by a father toward some destination — I simply followed him, watching his handsome smiling face and his broad, muscular chest. Once in the room, he began to undress me, and as I felt his hands on my body I began trembling intensely again. It was something I felt I had always wanted, and even though I could feel the trembling throughout my whole body, I decided to let him.

The rest — if you’d like — I’ll write for you another time.

Throughout high school and college I was secretly obsessed with the idea of sucking dick. I checked out girls and found some of them really attractive, but deep down I was way more drawn to the guys — especially the pretty white boys, the light-skinned Black guys, and the athletic types. In the locker room during pool class I’d see guys stripping down right beside me. One time a guy stood inches away and took everything off. I didn’t stare on purpose, but damn… he had a perfect dick. It looked flawless. I noticed those moments constantly, but I never acted on any of it. Being gay felt completely taboo back then, and there were no apps or easy ways to meet anyone.

Then I got my first job and finally got some real physical intimacy with other guys. A few coworkers loved to mess around when no one was watching. Cody was the one who initiated it the most. He was 21, I was 23, and he had a girlfriend. It was always when no one else was around — usually after hours when the place was empty. We would start wrestling as horseplay, and eventually he would maneuver me into a head-scissor hold, locking his legs tightly around my head so my face was pressed right against his crotch. The only thing separating my mouth from his dick was his thin work pants and underwear. I could feel the heat and the shape of him. I never tried to escape.

One night, while we were alone in the lab just chatting back-and-forth about something random, he suddenly grinned and said, “Oh yeah, suck my dick,” completely out of nowhere. I laughed it off, but inside I was on fire. I wondered what he was really thinking. Did he want me to actually do it?

When someone teased him about how often we wrestled, he shot back defensively, “I’m not gay, man. I have a girlfriend — that proves it.” That line always felt like a shield.

We worked together for over a year. Eventually the company replaced him and he left. Later I saw him at McDonald’s. When he spotted me, he leaned way over the counter and we chatted for a minute. That was the last time I ever saw him.

Those wrestling nights left me even more desperate. They were the closest I had ever come to living out my fantasies — close enough to taste the possibility, but still safely on the other side of the fabric.

Then one night in 2002 everything finally changed when I walked into a motel room…

**Lessons Learned:**

That whole period taught me how powerful built-up sexual frustration can be — and just how much fun it could be to finally get physical with another guy. The wrestling with Cody showed me how much I craved that submissive rush, even when nothing fully happened. It made me realize I was ready for more.

More to come — it gets a lot juicier from here.

The full story of my very first blowjob + the rest of the chronological series (with “Lessons Learned” at the end of each) will be available on Patreon around April 20, 2026. I’ll update this post with the link as soon as it’s live.

Thanks for reading!

Summary: "Uncut Control - Taming the Spanish Bull" is a spicy, smut-filled MM erotic tale set in a Madrid gym. It follows Arno, a 22-year-old ambitious Dutch engineering student on Erasmus exchange, who's all about control and no-strings dominance… until he meets Fernando, the hot, hairy 31-year-old Spanish bartender who's confident on the outside but craves total submission in the bedroom.

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From Amsterdam to Madrid

Arno Jansen stepped off the train at Atocha Station, the humid Madrid air hitting him like a warm embrace after the crisp chill of Amsterdam. At twenty-two, he was no stranger to travel, but this Erasmus semester felt different, a deliberate step toward broadening his horizons while keeping his mechanical engineering studies on track. His backpack slung over one shoulder, he wheeled his suitcase through the bustling crowd, his tall frame cutting an easy path. Blond hair cropped short, blue eyes scanning the signs, he moved with the confidence of someone who always knew where he was going. His muscular build, honed from years of gym sessions back home, drew a few glances, but Arno paid them no mind. He was here to excel, not to socialize unnecessarily.

The taxi ride to his student flat in the Malasaña neighborhood was quick, the driver chatting in broken English about the city's vibrant nightlife. Arno nodded politely, his mind already mapping out his schedule: classes at the university, study hours, and finding a gym to maintain his routine. He had researched everything meticulously. The flat-sharing community was affordable, central, and came with good reviews. As the cab pulled up to a colorful building with graffiti art on the walls, Arno paid and stepped out, ready to claim his space.

The door buzzed open after he rang the bell, and a young woman with long blond hair and a bright smile greeted him. "You must be Arno! I'm Anna, from Sweden. Come in, I've been waiting."

She was stunning, with high cheekbones and a figure that turned heads, dressed in a loose sundress that hinted at her artistic flair. Arno shook her hand firmly, appreciating her warmth but feeling no spark beyond friendliness. "Nice to meet you, Anna. Thanks for holding the fort."

The flat was cozy, with two bedrooms, a shared kitchen, and a small balcony overlooking the street. Anna showed him around, pointing out the quirks: the temperamental shower, the best spot for Wi-Fi. "I'm studying art history," she said, her eyes lighting up. "Madrid is perfect for it, museums everywhere. What about you?"

"Mechanical engineering," Arno replied, unpacking his clothes into the wardrobe. "It's intense, but I like the challenge."

They chatted over coffee she brewed, Anna sharing stories of her first weeks in the city, the parties she'd attended, the friends she'd made. Arno listened, contributing just enough to be polite. He wasn't here for distractions; his ambitions were clear, a top career in engineering, perhaps starting his own firm one day. Friendships were tools, networks to build upon. Deep connections? Those could wait, or perhaps never come at all. He had always been this way, even in school, where he led group projects but kept everyone at arm's length.

As evening fell, Arno decided to explore. "I'm heading out to check a gym nearby," he told Anna. "Gran Vía Muscle Lab, heard it's new and student-friendly."

"Oh, sounds fun! I might join you sometime," she said with a wink, but Arno just smiled and headed out.

The walk to the gym was invigorating, the streets alive with people spilling out of cafes and bars. Gran Vía was a spectacle, wide avenues lined with theaters and shops, the energy pulsing like a heartbeat. The gym itself was tucked into a modern building, its facade gleaming with neon signs promising state-of-the-art equipment, a sauna, and spa. Arno had chosen it for practical reasons: proximity to his flat, glowing recommendations online, and a student discount for those with excellent grades. He flashed his transcript at the front desk, earning a nod from the receptionist.

"Welcome," the young woman said in accented English. "First month's half off. Locker rooms to the left, enjoy."

Arno changed quickly in the spacious locker area, stripping down to his gym shorts and tank top. His body was a point of pride: broad shoulders, defined abs from countless crunches, powerful legs from squats. He kept himself smooth, a habit from his swimming days, and as he adjusted his shorts, he felt the familiar weight of his uncut cock and heavy balls, a secret source of his confidence. Sex had always been on his terms, rough and dominant, though lately it had been mostly solo sessions to porn that mirrored his fantasies: one man taking control, pinning another down, the power exchange raw and intense. He pushed the thoughts aside; focus on the workout.

The gym floor was impressive, machines humming under bright lights, mirrors reflecting determined faces. It wasn't crowded this evening, a mix of locals and a few tourists. Arno started with weights, loading up the bench press, his muscles flexing as he pushed through reps. Sweat beaded on his skin, his breath steady. He felt eyes on him occasionally, the blond foreigner standing out in a sea of darker features, but he ignored it, zoned in.

That's when he noticed him. Across the room, at the free weights, a man who embodied everything Spanish: not tall, maybe five-nine, but built like a bull, muscles bulging under a tight tank top soaked with sweat. His chest was broad, arms thick with veins, and dark hair covered his exposed skin, from his forearms to the tufts peeking out at his neckline. Tattoos snaked across his biceps and what looked like his chest, intricate designs that spoke of stories. Average build down there, from what Arno could tell, but the confidence radiating off him was magnetic.

The man caught his gaze in the mirror and held it for a beat too long. A slow smile curved his lips, revealing white teeth against tanned skin. Arno felt a jolt, unexpected heat pooling in his gut. He wasn't used to this, being the one stared at with such open interest. Back home, he pursued, he controlled. Here, in this foreign gym, something shifted.

The guy finished his set and wiped his face with a towel, his hairy pits flashing briefly, the scent of musk and effort lingering in the air. He sauntered over, not directly to Arno, but close enough to the adjacent machine. "New here?" he asked in English with a thick Spanish accent, his voice deep and warm.

Arno set down the barbell, meeting his eyes. "Yeah, just arrived. Erasmus student."

"Cool. Name's Fernando. Bartender down in Chueca. This place is great for unwinding after shifts." He extended a hand, grip firm, calloused from work.

"Arno," he replied, shaking it. The contact lingered a second, electricity sparking. Fernando's eyes flicked down Arno's body appreciatively, no shame in it.

"You're tall. Dutch?"

"Spot on. You local?"

"Born and raised. Madrid's my playground." Fernando chuckled, a sound that rumbled low. "If you need tips on spots, hit me up. Gym's not the only place to build heat."

Arno raised an eyebrow, the double entendre hanging. He wasn't sure how to respond; flirtation wasn't his usual game, especially not with someone so boldly self-assured. Fernando seemed unfazed, grabbing a dumbbell and starting curls, his biceps flexing, hair matted with sweat. Arno watched for a moment, mesmerized by the raw masculinity, so different from his own sleek build.

He tore his gaze away and moved to the treadmill, cranking up the speed to burn off the sudden tension. His mind raced: who was this guy? Why did his presence unsettle him? Arno prided himself on control, in the gym, in studies, in bed. Yet here, a simple conversation had him replaying the handshake, the smile, the implied invitation.

After an hour, Arno hit the sauna, wrapping a towel around his waist. The steam enveloped him, relaxing his muscles. He leaned back, eyes closed, until the door opened. Footsteps, then a familiar voice. "Mind if I join?"

Fernando, towel low on his hips, revealing a trail of dark hair leading down from his navel. His body was a masterpiece of bulk and fur, tattoos vivid: a lion on his chest, script on his back. And there, just visible, a piercing at the base of his balls, glinting in the dim light. Arno swallowed, his own cock twitching under the towel.

"Not at all," he said, voice steady.

They sat in silence at first, the heat building, sweat trickling. Fernando stretched, his legs parting slightly, the musky scent intensifying. "You work out hard. Impressive form."

"Thanks. You too. That squat routine looked killer."

Fernando grinned. "Keeps me ready for anything." His eyes dropped to Arno's towel, then back up. "Madrid can be... liberating. Away from home, right?"

Arno nodded, feeling the pull. He wasn't out to everyone, but here, in this steam-filled room, it felt safe. "Yeah. Looking to focus, but maybe explore a bit."

"Good attitude." Fernando leaned closer, voice dropping. "Chueca's got the best bars. If you're into that scene."

Arno's heart pounded. "Might check it out."

The conversation flowed, Fernando sharing bits about his life: bartending at a gay spot called El Toro, the wild nights, the freedom of the quarter. Arno listened, opening up more than usual about his studies, his drive. There was something about Fernando's warmth, his easy confidence, that drew him in. No pressure, just genuine interest.

As they cooled off in the showers later, Arno stole glances. Fernando's body under the water, soap suds running through the hair on his chest, down to his average cock nestled in longer pubes. It was erotic in its realness, not polished like porn, but raw. Arno felt his own length stir, proud and thick, but he turned away, rinsing off.

Back in the locker room, they dressed side by side. "See you around?" Fernando asked, slipping on a shirt that hugged his frame.

"Definitely," Arno said, meaning it.

Walking home, the night air cooled his skin, but the heat inside lingered. Anna was up, sketching at the table. "How was the gym?"

"Great. Met someone interesting."

Her eyes sparkled. "Oh? Tell me more."

"Just a local," Arno said, deflecting. He retreated to his room, stripping down and lying on the bed. His mind replayed the sauna, Fernando's body, the piercing, the scent. His hand wandered, gripping his uncut cock, stroking slowly. Fantasies flooded: pinning Fernando down, taking control, the sub-dom play he craved but never voiced. He came hard, biting his lip, the release was intense.

Madrid was already changing him, and it was just day one.

... To be continued

All characters are 18+. All situations described are fully consensual.

Part 4
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I couldn’t remember ever having been this nervous for a hookup. Even my first time, yeah I was nervous, but I was more excited and horny. This time… I felt like I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. 

I was never one of those gays who tried hooking up with girls. Ever since I was in middle school I knew exactly what I was attracted to, and their soft, lumpy bodies were not it. No girls tried to get with me anyway, so it seemed like we had a mutual sexual revulsion. Girl friends I’d had a few of; girlfriends, not even one.

The idea of having a stranger in the room was hot until that stranger was a girl. I felt like she’d throw off the mood or something. 

Still, there was no turning back now. I’d already agreed—might as well get it over with. If we tried it once and I didn’t like it, I could probably convince Blake to let me keep fucking him without an audience. Our dynamic was a little fucked up, but I could tell we both loved it.

The door was propped open by the swing latch as always. I took a deep breath, pushed my nervousness aside. I wasn’t here to put on a show, I was here to fuck my ex-boyfriend till he cried. Just the thought of him, the memory of the sounds he made, got me hard. Who cared about the girlfriend? That wet mouth and tight asshole were steps away now. All I had to do was claim them.

I pushed through the door and she was the first thing I saw, sitting in the chair dead across from the door. The moment I saw her and she stopped being theoretical, I realized that she was the only reason any of this was happening at all. She was the reason Blake had left me. She was the reason he was fucking strangers. She was the reason I was going to have an audience today. 

For all that, you’d think she was a goddess. Instead, she was utterly ordinary. That’s not to say that she wasn’t pretty. She was. Dark brown hair falling just past her shoulders, full lips with a barely-there cupid’s bow, almond eyes so brown they looked black. But she was not extraordinary. Her frame was more boxy than curvy, tits on the smaller side. When I saw her, I stood in the doorway for a long moment holding her gaze, my rage flaring like a cigarette in dry brush.

My nervousness evaporated. This was the competition. No, not the competition—the victor. I’d already lost. And the shame of the loss burned blindingly hot across my brain, made me want to fuck Blake so hard he’d think of me when he was fucking her.

I closed the swing lock and let the door slam shut. I walked in, holding her gaze. She gazed back, eyes sharp and cold as a scalpel. Blake was in the center of the room as requested, not on the bed this time but standing, dick already at half chub, completely nude and absolutely gorgeous. I saw him now through her eyes: handsome, obedient, meek, submissive. He hadn’t been those things when we were together, but he seemed to have become them since he got with her. A toy.

Well, if he was a toy, I planned to play rough.

I broke my gaze with the girlfriend and stood face to face with Blake. I grabbed him by the throat with one hand. He jumped, but didn’t resist. I scoffed, pulled his face to mine and kissed him deep. He melted into me, lifted his hands to ghost over my chest, my shoulders, down my arms. I poured my anger and jealousy into the kiss, devouring his mouth. I released his throat for a moment, grabbed both his wrists, moved his hands to my belt. He took the hint, kissing me back hard while he undid my pants and pushed everything to the ground. He laid a hand on my cock and started to stroke me. I grabbed his throat again, kissed down the side of his neck, out to his shoulder, dug the fingers of my other hand into one hip. The experience of him became my entire world—the salty taste of his skin, the sound of his speeding breath, the fevered beat of his pulse under my fingers. All my senses filled with him and whipped me into a frenzy. I grabbed a handful of his hair, pulled his head back, forced him down to his knees. He gasped but didn’t resist, almost collapsed from the strange position I’d forced his spine into. 

I wasn’t fully hard yet, but Blake didn’t let that stop him. He found his way to my cock and gobbled it down like he was starving, tongue hot and already sloppy with spit. Normally I’d have fucked into him, but he was so eager I let myself relax, let him fuck himself on me instead. I still held the hard grip on his hair, but didn’t control him just yet. Instead, I glanced over my shoulder at the girlfriend, still sitting in her chair. I pushed Blake off me, moved to the side, pulled him back on—give her the view she had asked for. I stared at her as he serviced me. She didn’t look up at me at first, just watched Blake choke himself on me, but eventually she noticed my gaze and looked up. I stared into her soul, tried to make it as clear as possible that I could give him something she never could. She gazed back, seemingly unfazed, then quirked a smile with the corner of her mouth and looked back at Blake.

I pulled him off me again and he gasped, tried to catch his breath. Rather than let him rest, I dragged him behind me, shoved him toward the bed. He stumbled, tried to climb onto the bed, misjudged the edge, fell. I hauled him up by his hair again and he groaned through his teeth. I shoved him to the bed again, made sure he made it up, then climbed behind him.

When it had just been he and I, the only thing I cared about was getting mine. It was nice to discover that I got him off so hard, and I had definitely turned it to my advantage both times, but his getting off was less important than my fucking him raw. This time was different. She needed to see what I had in me. She needed to see how totally outclassed she was.

I ran my hands over his ass, squeezed both cheeks, slapped hard once, then spread him open and swirled a hot sloppy lick over his hole. He threw his head back and arched his back hard, a gasp escaping his lips, then a moan. I tongue fucked him and beat his dick while he moaned and pushed his hips back into my face. He seemed to get more desperate with every hot lick, his moans getting louder, more uninhibited, as though he was forgetting that she was there—as though he was forgetting there was anyone in the universe but he and I. 

The sound of him was unreal, beyond desperate, and it made my balls ache to unload in him. When it was too much, I pulled back, slapped his ass hard again, then pushed him over so that he was on his back. I didn’t waste any time—I hauled his legs over my shoulders and shoved myself in deep. He howled, delicate hands clawing into my biceps with frenzied strength. I shoved a hand into his face, covered his mouth as he groaned against me, and fucked him hard.

He felt amazing, as hot and tight as a fantasy, his muffled groans combining with the fluttering of his hole to get me dangerously close far faster than I wanted.

I looked up at her as I destroyed him, breathing hard with the effort but not flagging. She leaned forward in the chair, hands folded under her chin, smiling slightly, eyes wandering over both of us. I captured her eye as I fucked him, held her gaze. She looked back, that same pleased expression painted on her features. I glared at her. Even though I was fucking him—even though I was in control—it began to feel like I was the toy that she was playing with.

Suddenly she pushed out of the chair and stood. I kept fucking Blake, Blake kept moaning and grunting against my hand, but she began to walk around us, taking us in from multiple angles. I kept watching her, but the combination of shame at being the loser and the feeling of Blake’s hole constricting on me did something to me. I was getting close fast, needed to back away from it.

I pushed off Blake, heaved down breath, refused to look at her, rolled him onto his stomach, went to my knees, jerked his hips up to mine. I shoved myself in again and he sobbed, cursed, begged. “Oh my god, sir, oh my god,” he babbled, “please fuck me, please don’t stop, please—”

I grabbed his throat and pulled his back to my chest, trying to find a way to fuck him even harder, even faster.

Suddenly there was movement in the corner of my eye—the girlfriend was walking around to face Blake.

I wanna stop jerking off because i cum too fast when i do it and to help stopping i have set myself a rule. Every time i want to masturbate i have to fuck myself with a dildo. If i cum from that i cum but most of the time im done with it before i cum. If i do cum i have to either swallow it, use it as lube for another 15 minutes or mix it into a drink/food. I have been going for a month now and its the most fun ive had in a while. I have no idea how long its going to take before i fall back into jerking off but i do know that im gonna need a bigger dildo soon. It has now gone to the point where i wear vibrating buttplugs to work. And normal ones to bed.

Throwaway account because my huge ass is still sore and red from all the spanking and my hole is still twitching from that hairbrush. I cannot stop replaying it in my head.

I turned 18 just two weeks ago and the second I could, all my secret fantasies came rushing out. I have always known I was gay and I have always been obsessed with older men. Real men in their 40s and 50s with deep voices and experienced cocks who know exactly how to use a boy like me. Yesterday I finally went all in.

I opened Emerald Chat and started skipping through the random video chats fast. Every time a guy my age popped up I hit next right away. I kept going until I landed on older men. The first one was probably 46 or 47. Thick build, graying beard, sitting back in his chair like he owned the place. I smiled shyly at first and chatted for a minute, then I stood up, turned around, pulled my shorts down and bent over right in front of the camera.

“Like my huge ass, Daddy?” I asked while I reached back with both hands and spread my fat cheeks wide open. My big round ass jiggled as I spread it and my tight little pink hole was completely exposed for him. He groaned deep and immediately pulled out his thick cock and started stroking. “Holy shit, boy. That is one fat juicy ass. Spread it more for Daddy. Good boy.”

The second he said “good boy” my whole body lit up. My tiny dick twitched hard and a little bead of precum leaked out. I love being called a good boy more than anything. It makes me feel so small and wanted and slutty all at once. Like I am doing exactly what a real man wants me to do. I pushed my huge ass back toward the camera even more and spread my cheeks wider just so he would say it again.

I spanked my huge cheeks hard, left then right, over and over. The loud smacks echoed in my room and my fat ass rippled with every slap. I kept spanking until my cheeks were bright red and burning. Every time my hand landed he would say “good boy” or “that’s a good boy spreading for Daddy.” It made me spank myself harder because I wanted to hear it more. I wiggled my hips and made my cheeks clap together while he watched. Then I turned around, spread my legs like a whore and started jerking my small dick fast for him. It looked even tinier in my hand but I was so turned on.

He kept talking dirty the whole time. “Look at that cute little cock on such a fat assed boy. Stroke it for Daddy. Good boy, keep going.” Every single “good boy” made my stomach flip and my hole clench. I love how it sounds coming from an older man’s voice. It makes me feel like the perfect little slut for him. I edged myself for a long time, moaning louder and louder. My balls were tight and my huge ass was still stinging from the spanking. Finally I could not hold back. I aimed my little dick right at the camera and shot a big load all over my screen. Thick ropes of cum splattered across the lens and dripped down while he pumped his own big cock and called me his perfect good boy cumdump.

I did not stop after that. I kept skipping until I found more older men, one after another, all of them way older than me. With each one I did the same filthy routine. Turn around, drop my pants, grab my huge fat ass and spread my cheeks as wide as I could so they could stare at my tight hole. I spanked my big cheeks raw every single time until they were glowing red and sore. They all went crazy for my huge ass. And every single one of them called me good boy at least once. Some of them said it over and over while I spanked myself or spread my hole. “Good boy showing Daddy that fat ass. Good boy spanking yourself red. Such a good boy for an old man.”

Every time I heard “good boy” my tiny dick would leak more and my hole would get wetter. I love it so much because it makes me feel owned and praised at the same time. Like I am their favorite toy even though I am just a barely legal boy with a huge ass and small dick. I would do anything to hear an older man call me good boy.

By the middle of the afternoon my hole was aching to be filled. I had never put anything up my ass before but I was too horny to care. I grabbed my hairbrush from the bathroom. The handle was thick and smooth with a rounded end. I spit on it a lot and covered it with lotion to make it nice and slick. Then I got on all fours right in front of the camera for this silver haired guy who looked like he could have been my dad’s boss.

I pressed the thick handle against my tight hole and started pushing. It burned and stretched me open and I whimpered like a pathetic little bitch, but I kept going until it slid deep inside my boypussy. “Oh fuck… Daddy…” I moaned it out loud the second it filled me up. Then I started fucking myself with it. In and out, deeper and harder each time. I spanked my huge red ass between every thrust while I jerked my tiny dick again with my other hand.

“Daddy please fuck me. Use your boy’s huge fat ass. Breed my tight hole Daddy. Tell me I’m your good boy.” I was moaning it nonstop like a desperate whore. Loud and needy and shaking. I kept begging him to call me good boy and he did. “Good boy taking that brush in your fat ass. Good boy fucking yourself for Daddy.” Every time he said it I pushed the brush deeper and moaned louder. My voice got hoarse but I could not stop saying Daddy and begging to be called a good boy. The guy was stroking his cock furiously and telling me how he would wreck a fresh 18 year old with a fat ass like mine. How he would grab my big cheeks and pound me until I cried while calling me his good boy the whole time.

I rode that hairbrush like it was a real cock. The thick handle kept hitting deep spots inside me that made my tiny dick leak and my huge ass jiggle. Wet squelching sounds filled the room every time I pushed it in and out. I spanked my fat cheeks even harder, making them bounce and burn. Finally the pleasure was too much. I came a second time, my small dick spurting all over my bed while I kept moaning “Daddy… Daddy… fuck my fat ass Daddy… I’m your good boy” over and over. My legs shook so hard I almost fell over and my hole was clenching tight around the brush.

I did this with at least seven different older men throughout the whole day. Every single one got to watch me show off my huge fat ass, spread my cheeks, spank myself raw, jerk my little cock and cum messily, then fuck my boypussy deep with that hairbrush while I begged them to be my Daddy and called me their good boy again and again. My huge ass was bright red and my hole was sore and puffy by the end but it felt so fucking good.

Today I can barely sit down without feeling the burn and every time I remember those older men staring at my big ass and tiny dick and calling me good boy I get hard again. I am already planning to do it on Snapchat next time so they can save the videos and watch me over and over

We were having a sleepover. A year ago he moved out of town and we kinda lost a bit of our connection. We barely talked and played games together. One day he told me he was coming down for the holidays. I was excited. The day came and we had fun. we played some basketball out snacks just normal stuff but ngl I was looking at is his body a bit. I’d secretly always thought he was kinda sexy a little bit of a twink build but never did anything except fantasies sometimes. It got late we played video games and both got kinda horny talking about some sexual stuff. it wa time to go to sleep and I said he could take my bed. I went to go and sleep in the guest bed and not long after heard him calling out. He asked if we could sleep together but we didn’t do much sleeping. It got freaky so message me if you want the full story

Ok! So I have had a bunch of messages from my first ever meetup with a guy. I took me so long to actually build the courage up to go and be with a guy. Let alone a dominant daddy guy ahhaha.

So! after the first time, he already had me licking up his cum off the floor and sleeping at the end of the bed so he kinda got whatever he wanted.

He asked me to come back the following day but I had an emergency I had to go and handle at work that took up most of that night. We got around to setting up a time, 20:00 on the Saturday. When I got there I already plugged myself as he asked. as I walked in he just said ‘You seem a lot less nervous’, he was correct. ‘Come stand here’. He kind of growled at me while pointing to the edge of the bed.

There was some fishnets and a short skirt that he got me to put on. ‘Feel like a good boy?’ He asked. Reluctantly I said yes because I didn’t know if I liked the “femboy” look ahaha. As I was starting to feel a bit doubtful, ‘bend over, show me what’s mine’ all thoughts exited and I was immediately rock hard. I bent over and had some precum already leaking out of my cock. ‘Ok daddy, I’ve been thinking about what you were going to do to me’, I murmured. “It’s what you’re doing for daddy boy. I don’t care if you cum, or even get pleasure”. This went back and forth for a while I tried on a few skirts and showed him my body in different positions.

As I was ‘putting on a show for him’ he was sitting on the side of the bed in jeans, a thick belt and a polo tucked in. I could see his dick getting harder. As I peaked over to his cock while holding my cheeks open showing my nice pink diamond plug. He told me to slap my ass and then come over and lick his cock like an ice cream cone.

I slapped my ass and went around the bed. “NO!” He said firmly to me, “you’ll crawl to daddy, unless I tell you otherwise” I dropped to my knees and started crawling on all fours around the bed to his cock, a little hairy, around 5”. He presented his cock and from last time I remember to really say good things about his cock as he liked that. “Thank you for letting me lick your cock daddy”. I started giving him a blowjob and he corrected me, he wanted me to lick it like a lollipop. “Sorry daddy”.

At this point my cock was throbbing, having his dick now on my tongue and him telling me I’m “a good boy for serving daddy” had me so hard. Daddy told me to lay up on the bed with my legs in the air as if I was going to cum on myself. When I did this he shook my cock and my precum dripped onto my face. He took the plug out while my ass was in the air as well.

I felt so vulnerable, my ass was in the air, precum on my face him leaning over me with my plug in his hand. As i looked up all I could see were his cock and balls. I started licking them and he let out a little moan.

He took a step back and shoved my plug in my mouth and told me to suck it. I had never done anything like that but fuck it felt so hot and dirty.

“Good boy, you feel like daddy’s cum rag now?” He said to me. Without a single thought “ yes daddy I am your cum rag”.

He rolled me over and took my ass, his cock was covered in lube and I must say I was surprised how well I took it.

Now in doggy he gave me small adjustments on how to arch my back etc. this time he didn’t have a condom on and it felt wayyy different. His cock felt bigger surprisingly.

He grabbed my neck and pulled me up to his chest as he pulled out of my ass, laying me back onto the edge of the bed he got me to open my mouth and started really thrusting into it. I felt so used at this point. The fishnets and skirt did grow on me and it actually felt nice to have my cock slightly covered as anytime there was precum last time he would make me lick it up straight away.

As he was thrusting in my throat I couldn’t breath and tapped his leg. “Good boy, you took daddy so well, I’m going to set a timer and that is how long you’re going to get your mouth fucked for”. When he set the clock to 5 minutes I was so scared but I’m not a quitter and he slid his cock in and by the 5 minute mark I had my split all over my face, in my nose and he was rubbing it all around,

I gasped for a bit of air and he grabbed my cock. Now I must have he doesn’t touch my dick much last time it’s just me finishing myself onto the mirror or my face etc. but this time he got a stroker and started stroking me. As he was doing this he got me to lick his balls.

At this point I was edged for so long I blew my load right into the air and onto my leg, the sheet and ground. He was very disappointed but said “good boy. You should never cum without daddy’s permission”. “I’m sorry daddy I didn’t know it was cumming.” I said.

“It surprised us both then”. He said. He took a breath and then said “well. I suppose start cleaning”. I licked the cum off the floor and bed. The cum on my leg I forgot about and he grabbed it and smeared it across my face while then pushing my head back to the edge.

At this point I was so exhausted he started fucking my face. I was pretty proud how well I took it, only nearly puking once.

“Daddy’s going to cum”. “Daddy is going to force you to submit” “daddy is going to cum” he said as he pulled out of my mouth. He walked around the bed and came all over the headboard. Of course making me lick it up! Trust me it gets better though.

He got me a collar! He put it on me and it is so cute. Once I finished licking clean his headboard he got me to pull my skirt down a bit and then put this tail plug he got me.

All in all a great night

Characters :- Me , My friend (let's call him T).

So for context me and my friend aren't exactly gay but are kinda bi.This happened 2 years back.He and I both had girlfriends back then.He used to get some action with his girlfriend but my girlfriend was more of the conservative type.

I used to joke with him on our way back to home from college "Dude if she doesn't suck yours Imma suck it for you." He always used to say "I can never tell if you are serious or are kidding."

Then one day I called him to take some porn from my laptop.He came to my room.I was sitting on my chair.He was standing next to me.He was saying "Ye dedo ye rehne do."Then some trans porn was on screen.I with a smile looked and him and said "Mai tumhara pakad sakta hu."He didn't oppose.So I held his crotch.Then I say "Hmm,pakad sakta hu toh utar to skta hi hu.I pulled his pants down and then his underwear.I started stroking his cock.Then I said "Can I suck it?" He said "Yeah".So I started sucking him while sitting on my chair.He then sat on my bed.I was on my knees infront of him sucking and spitting on his cock.

He then asked me to bend over.He pulled my pants down.I hadn't worn any underwear.He started to jerk my dick while I was in doggy position.He licked my asshole.

After that we both jerked off on each other.

That was one hell of a time.

We were having a sleepover. A year ago he moved out of town and we kinda lost a bit of our connection. We barely talked and played games together. One day he told me he was coming down for the holidays. I was excited. The day came and we had fun. we played some basketball out snacks just normal stuff but ngl I was looking at is his body a bit. I’d secretly always thought he was kinda sexy a little bit of a twink build but never did anything except fantasies sometimes. It got late we played video games and both got kinda horny talking about some sexual stuff. it wa time to go to sleep and I said he could take my bed. I went to go and sleep in the guest bed and not long after heard him calling out. He asked if we could sleep together but we didn’t do much sleeping. It got freaky so message me if you want the full story

We were having a sleepover. A year ago he moved out of town and we kinda lost a bit of our connection. We barely talked and played games together. One day he told me he was coming down for the holidays. I was excited. The day came and we had fun. we played some basketball out snacks just normal stuff but ngl I was looking at is his body a bit. I’d secretly always thought he was kinda sexy a little bit of a twink build but never did anything except fantasies sometimes. It got late we played video games and both got kinda horny talking about some sexual stuff. it wa time to go to sleep and I said he could take my bed. I went to go and sleep in the guest bed and not long after heard him calling out. He asked if we could sleep together but we didn’t do much sleeping. It got freaky so message me if you want the full story

My close friend in college was someone I goofed around a lot with. We'd try a lot of stupid things together and hang out often. One day we started watching these Jiu Jitsu videos of martial artists taking on fighters from other disciplines and defeating them, and we thought we should try some of the moves. We got a bit deep into it and at times would grapple for fun.

During one such grappling session, we ended up in a certain position about which I said, "This is the position lesbians scissor in", and jokingly he started rocking his waist. I was on the floor on my back while he was sitting, and our legs were interlocked. As he moved his waist, I felt his dick rub against mine, and without me even thinking about it, I let out a short gasp followed by a quick lip bite. He saw it.

He stopped, and he stopped while his dick was still pressed against mine, and I immediately got hard. He felt it, and he smiled. He slowly crept towards me, and pinned me down using my wrists. My breathing got heavy as I started getting flustered.

"What was that?" He asked me, with his lips inches away from my face.

"What do you mean?" I replied, trying to control my heavy breathing.

He then again slowly thrust his hips, I shuddered with pleasure, my head went back, and then to one side, as I gasped again and softly said, "Ahh fuckkk."

He moved his face closer, his nose rubbed gently against my jaw as he pressed his lips softly against my neck. He then pressed his tongue gently against my neck, and then gave a soft bite; I let out a soft whine. He then pinned me down hard, and started to thrust wildly, and I could hold it no longer.

"FUCK I'M GONNA CUM!", I moaned.

And as soon as I did, he stopped.

Confused, I looked at him before begging, "Fuck, why did you stop."

He just smiled before taking off his shirt, then mine, and while running his hands all over my chest & torso, he said, "I don't want your cum to be wasted and soaked by your clothes", before reaching for my pants, and in one movement, taking it off with my underwear. He then removed his pants, then on his knees slowly inched towards my face. "Take it off", he said while running his fingers through my hair, before softly grabbing them and pulling my head really close to his waist. As I pulled down his underwear, his dick touched my face and I smiled like a slut.

"I know you wanna make that wet with your mouth, but that will have to wait", he said before pressing his lips against mine and shoving his tongue down my throat. He pushed me down again and lay on top of me, as he began to thrust his hips again. His cock slid and rubbed against mine, and I started to moan.

"Oh fuck you're gonna make me cum already", I whimpered, while quivering from the waves of pleasure running through my body.

"Cum for me", he whispered. And that was enough. I began to writhe in pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked them. "Ah, I'm cumming, fuck I'm cumming", I gasped as I felt my cum squirting out, and with each thrust, I felt it being smeared against our torso, then our chest, wetter and warmer. Feeling that, he too began to breathe heavily and moaned, "Fuckkk that's making me cum". "I want it, I want your cum, give it to me", I said still breathing heavy.

His thrusts got harder, and before I knew it, I felt our bodies getting even more slippery, more smoothly sliding against each others'. As we slowed down, he slowly looked at me, and again pressed his lips against mine. He then went down to my torso, and started to lick off our cum off it, before rubbing his face all over it. As he came back up to me, his face was smeared with cum, and his lips had it too. As I slowly inched my lips closer to his, he forcefully pressed them against mine, and the taste of cum filled my mouth.

As he then started to lick my face and neck, I softly whispered, "I need you inside me". "I need you inside me too", came the response. We looked at each other, almost dazed with pleasure, and smiled, knowing what we were gonna do next (although it would require some prep).

I am 43, white married male. I was abke to het on grindr and after a few days got a big black cock to come to the condo I was staying at. This was Saturday morning right before easter. He came to the 5th floor of the condo and went to the stairs. I was by the 6th floor stairs sitting with poppers. I had also just taken a flint mint. He took his cock out and I went to town as the poppers had me horny and ignoring any smells that might normally bother me. He face fucked me until he came dowj my throat. I cleaned his dick of with my lips until he pulled away and left.

I also met another guy at Wal-Mart. He followed my directions and got into my rental van. I had hin go to the back seat and I stripped to my thong and sucked him off over 10 minutes. I had so much precum on my thong. I had him take it with him after he came down my throat amd on his towel he brought. He waited to leave as I switched into other underwear I brought. He took my underwear and poppers for me so the wife wouldnt find anything. I had used a flint mint as well. It was hidden in my wallet as to not make any noise when I left the condo.