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My coworker (33) is one of the most handsome men I've seen, 6 feet tall, dark blonde, blue eyes, strong but in a way that looks like he doesn't even put any effort on going to the gym, but I know he does Martial arts. 

The first time I met him I actually thought he was gay, but to later find out he is in a long term relationship with a girl. He keeps flirting with me all the time, a very open flirting I would say, but my conclusion was that he was just bored and likes to flirt. But I noticed it was just with me, I am 24, very short and very much a twink, what straight guys seem to like for a reason.

After blantely flirting with each other with sayings like "you would love to be on your knees for me" where I just laugh all the time, we actually became friends, and one thing we have in common was coffee, we love it and have multiple a day at work.

One day he asked me if I wanted one and I said yes. He asks if I wanted any milk with it, which was weird cause he knows I like it black, but I just go along and make a joke saying only if it's yours. We laughed like we always do and I didn't think much of it.

Work was so busy that I actually completely forgot about the coffee until he shows up with two mugs. Mine a lovely black coffee and his with oat milk.

I just thank him but keep working without thinking any of it, I just taste what it was a very bad coffee, that has taken me by surprise actually because I knew our coffee at work was bad but not that bad, a bit more bitter than usual, I just think he forgot the sugars, and he just says no there is sugar in it with a smirk. I was actually so dumb because nothing was crossing my mind at all, I just finished the coffee because even a bad one is still going to help me through the day.

Later on when we all finish work, we decide to go to the pub across the street with some coworkers after a long day. He would become even more flirty with a pint, one time he showed me his boxers he was wearing and asked me if I liked it, of course I said yes, with him following straight away with "but you would rather for me to take it off don't you".

When we were all very drunk at this point, smoking outside, he tells me he has a confession to make, that earlier own he made a stupid joke that he thought I would get but I clearly didn't. He asked me how the coffee tasted earlier, that it disappointed him that I didn't like it. I just started laughing thinking to myself that wasn't possible he has actually done that, has he actually jizzed in my mug?

I ask him how did he think I would have noticed it, and he says " I thought you knew how a man's milk tasted like". I tell him I preferred it straight from the source, and make a joke that he needs to eat better because his made my coffee taste off. He didn't like that, said that he needed to prove me wrong, that if I tasted it properly I would become a regular customer. 

Unfortunately he had to go home to his girlfriend that night and I didn't get to taste it properly, but I am excited for what the future holds.

I still can’t believe I ever agreed to this. About 2 months back, myself (31m) and my girlfriend (27f) Kayla were talking about our biggest sexual fantasies. Mine, pretty standard — the 1 guy 2 girl threesome. The image of two sexy women between my legs servicing me drives me wild, one suckling on my ballsack, the other deep throating my cock…

My girlfriend’s, on the other hand, was a little bit more unusual, I think so anyway. She wanted to watch me be dominated by another man. In every way possible. She described to me in detail how hot she thought it would be to see me on my knees, sucking another man off, playing with his balls, slobbering up and down, making sure his cock is soaking wet, before he lies me on my back and fucks me, cumming in me while we make eye contact. I was taken aback initially. She proposed a deal: we would have our 2 girl threesome, with any woman I chose, if I fulfilled her fantasy with a man of her choosing.

“I’ll think about it.” 4 words that have probably changed my life.

I should describe myself a bit, I suppose — it’s important for the fantasy. I am from Iraq originally, very tan and hairy, 6’1, about 200 lbs, so a pretty big man, a mix of fat and muscle. I used to be a massive gym bro, taking huge amounts of supplements, working out for hours a day. However, I struggled with steroid use. I had to attend rehabs, etc. I haven’t gotten back to myself, and hormonal issues are ongoing. I mention this for one reason. My dick shrunk, like a lot.

It wasn’t that big to start with, my dick was 4.5 hard. Now it’s only 3. Coupled with how big a person I am, and the fact I still have absolutely massive testicles somehow, my dick looks minuscule. Kayla loves it — easier for BJs, she says — but she mentioned it plays into the fantasy also… big masculine man, tiny little dick, serving a man with a massive dick. It made me feel shit, like she thought a bigger dick was somehow better, but she reassured me. She’s had a whole assortment of dick, insisting she prefers my dick more than any other she’s had.

“Big dicks are nice to look at, but most of them are fucking useless. Takes no skill to have a big dick, and they hurt.” Putting my mind at ease over my dick, but not the arrangement…

The thought of going through with it turned my stomach to begin with. But Kayla is a bit of a hippie, a massive feminist, very sexually free and liberated. She challenges me and my beliefs every day, especially sexually. She believed my aversion was internalised homophobia, that sex is sex, and while not everyone is bisexual or anything like that, I shouldn’t feel repulsed by it. It did make sense. While I would probably consider myself atheist now, I grew up in the Middle East with what most westerners would consider strict Muslim parents. Thankfully, in my opinion, and by Muslim standards, they are quite liberal. However, I did move to the UK as a teenager, but obviously beliefs and cultural hangups do linger.

Things started slow while I considered the proposition. Gay porn during a blowjob to see if I could stay hard, which I did. Then afterwards we talked about the men, their bodies, what I noticed, what she liked about it. For her it was the submission, a big masculine man being completely vulnerable and dominated, the way she likes to be herself. Then I mentioned the one thing that intrigued me. The pure ecstasy on the man’s face when getting fucked. We experimented with fingers, but Kayla has these long nails that really hurt. She managed to convince me to do it myself, which I did reluctantly. My fingers are a lot bigger than hers, and I’m a labourer on a building site, so they’re hard and callused.

“Babe, not to be funny, but you do realise a dick will also be big and hard.”

Kayla joked, but she was right. If I was ever going to have my fantasy fulfilled, I would have to start somewhere. I did it during a blowjob. She slobbed on my finger, rimmed my ass a little, and then she guided my finger in. When I found the spot… I could see why you guys do this. My dick started leaking precum like a tap, dribbling all over Kayla’s face and tits before I came. Was it seconds or minutes? I have no idea, but it was heaven.

After this, prostate play became a staple in our sex life, whether it was a finger, one of her toys, the occasional household object — cucumber, hairbrush — anything to get that euphoria in my ass again.

Last week she broached the topic again—

“Cormac in work is bisexual,” she sprung at me out of nowhere. An Irish guy from the bar she works at, he has a reputation apparently. He shags the new hires, men and women. When they come back to work, they aren’t able to walk properly…

“You know I am leaving soon, so it wouldn’t be awkward,” she put forward.

“I haven’t even agreed to it yet,” I protested with a bit of a laugh, not fully convincing even myself.

“We both know how much you’ve been enjoying our… experimentation.”

“He and I are closing tomorrow night. I could put it to him and see what he thinks.”

It sounded like a question, but I had a feeling she was going to push further, and I’ll be honest, I had warmed to the idea.

“Fine.” One word was all I said. She shrieked with excitement, running up to me and hugging me tight.

“I’m already dripping thinking about it,” she whispered into my ear.

I was nervous, but told myself I’d focus on the sensation, which I know I enjoy, and Kayla, who’d be there touching herself throughout.

Cormac agreed. Apparently, he asked to see pictures of me, and he liked what he saw, a lot. When she got home that night, she told me all we had to do was set a time and day, he’d be there. So we did.

We chose an afternoon soon after, and there I am, sat all prepped, wearing just Kayla’s silk robe and my boxer shorts. She tried to convince me to wear some of her panties, a hot pink lace thong. But that was too far for me. Dominate me, whatever, but I can’t be degraded too. I sat there awkwardly waiting for him as Kayla ran around the room lighting candles, setting up a chair. She even sprinkled rose petals on the bed.

“I want it to be perfect, exactly my fantasy.” She told me this as she took out a box of Magnum condoms and lube, setting them on the bedside table. It all was feeling a little too real. Then came the knock at the door. Kayla practically ran to the door.

“Cormac, you’re early.” She wrapped her arms around him and shuttled him into the living room. I was sat in the bedroom, but our apartment is small so I could hear every word.

“So you know the plan, yes?”

“No talking, Mo just wants to get straight into it.” We’d agreed this beforehand, to avoid any awkwardness that could cause me to back out.

“Alright Kay, I’ll just strip off and follow you in when you call.”

“Is kissing on or off the cards?” We’d not discussed this, but she agreed with an enthusiastic, “Absolutely.”

Kayla comes in, makes sure I am ready, and calls in the man who’ll be taking my virginity.

I hear the shuffling of feet and the door swings open. That’s when I see him in all his glory. I won’t lie, Cormac is a beast of a man. Bald, late 30s, with a big ginger beard. He’s wearing only a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs. He’s about my height but much heavier, and very hairy. The bulge in his briefs is… prominent.

I am beginning to regret this, but I look over to Kayla, who has her hand in her panties already. She gives me a nod of encouragement.

“Fuck it,” I say under my breath, then I just go for it.

I grab him by the face and start to kiss him, slowly but passionately. He pulls me in closer until I feel our chests pressed against each other. I also feel his bulge growing against my still flaccid cock. I had a feeling I might struggle to get hard, but I keep going anyway. I’m determined to enjoy this for both myself and Kayla.

He grabs my ass in one hand, fondling my cheeks through the fabric, before directing one of my hands to his bulge with the other. His cock’s only semi-hard, but absolutely massive. His nutsack is impressive too. I stroke his cock as we kiss, sneaking glances at Kayla for reassurance, but this stops soon as I quickly become overwhelmed by the sensation of both his hands reaching under the fabric of my boxers and beginning to explore my ass. Slowly, his big hands anything but gentle on my virgin ass, teasing my hole aggressively with his fingers and spreading my cheeks apart.

He pulls away from our kiss to squirt some lubricant on his finger before returning it to my hole, and his tongue to my mouth. As he slips his finger in, I am in pure ecstasy. Somehow better than it had been before. You can tell this man has experience with turning grown men into putty in his hands.

I moan softly into his mouth before I feel the pop of his index finger leaving me, empty, and he pushes me down to my knees.

“My turn,” he says, winking at me.

He pops his cock out of his briefs and drops it into my face. My god, it’s huge, nestled in a wild bush of ginger pubic hair matching his beard exceptionally well. I open my mouth hesitantly, but Cormac is not a patient man. He grabs my head and pushes his cock in fast and deep. I gag and choke on his member, coating it in thick saliva. I do my best to avoid teeth and to make this as pleasurable as possible, sticking my tongue out as he thrusts deep into my throat. It must be working, because he moans and pulses in my mouth before cumming with no warning. I choke slightly, trying to swallow as best as I can, some spilling out onto my face and into my beard.

Confused and disappointed as he pulls out of my mouth, thinking we must be finished. But he pulls me up into his embrace, shoving his large tongue back down my throat.

“Don’t worry about that, love, there’s plenty more where that came from.”

He’d broken the no-speaking rule, but at this point I was just relieved I would still get to experience more.

He pushes me onto the bed, pushing my legs up and holding them there, exposing my soft pink hole. I am a bit of a jungle, with a full bush and crack full of dark hair. He doesn’t flinch, however, and buries his face deep into me.

His tongue ravages me, causing loud moans to escape my mouth involuntarily. I start to feel the familiar sensation, my cock beginning to leak precum onto Cormac’s head, still flaccid but enjoying myself immensely. He rims me for what feels like a lifetime, and I hear Kayla moaning loudly behind me, the familiar sound of her climaxing.

It encourages me to continue, though I doubt I needed any encouragement at this point.

He readjusts, placing his cock between my cheeks, leaving me to hold my legs back. He looks me in the eyes as I feel his thick member tease my entrance.

“Ready?” he whispers, but pushes in before I have a chance to respond.

He plunges deep into my body, exploring my insides deeper than they’ve ever been explored. At this point I’m a mess, moaning loudly, precum pooling all over myself and Cormac. He kisses me again, deep and passionate, as he thrusts into me. One of his hands runs through my hair, the other on my chest supporting himself.

He moans loudly again into my mouth as I feel him pulse inside of me. The sex somehow gets even better, my ass soaking and full. As I begin to realise, Cormac has cum, how has the man already ejaculated twice and hasn’t started to slow down yet.

We switch positions slowly, me on top, bouncing on his dick. The man can’t give up control though, as he grabs my hips, holding me in place as he thrusts up into me.

Something surprising begins to happen in this position — my cock gets hard on its own, without me even touching it.

Cormac laughs.

“Finally, the man’s enjoying himself.”

“Oh, you think I’m just starting?” I say, his cock still ravaging my insides.

“Oh, I know when you started,” he says, wiping some of my precum off the top of his head and licking it off his finger.

He flips me into doggy style, plunging into me at an angle that unlocks another level of pleasure. I hear him moan again, pulsing deep inside of me. This pushes Kayla over the edge, she erupts into a loud, pornographic moan as she climaxes.

Feeling him pulse against my prostate, the sensation pushes me over too. The most intense hands-free orgasm of my life.

I collapse onto the bed, Cormac still inside me, thrusting as I moan and begin to shake with the most insane pleasure. Better than anything I had ever felt in my entire life.

As I lie there, spent, covered in cum and precum, mine and Cormac’s, he continues to thrust until he finally comes again, collapsing on top of me.

I feel no post-nut clarity. I am totally at peace as he wraps me in his arms, and we fall asleep like that.

I wake up after maybe 30 minutes as he lifts himself off me to head home, and Kayla climbs into bed with me.

We try to have sex again that night.

But it was… mediocre in comparison.

by Tyler Blake

Everyone is 18+ and fully consenting. More stories on my profile. Chapter 1 of 3 parts.

I was trying to wake up, still balls-out naked in my bed, when I realized Will was sitting next to me eating some oatmeal. And loudly. So annoying. 

Not standing nearby. Not at my desk. Sitting on my bed like this was how I wanted to be woken up. Spooning oatmeal into his mouth like this was totally normal.

"Dude, I have to show you something."

I groaned and pulled the covers up higher. "Will. What the fuck. I'm naked."

"I know. Your dick's right there." He gestured vaguely with his spoon. "I don't care. Just look at this."

He shoved his phone in my face. A TikTok video was playing. Some gym bro in California with sixteen million views. He was a good looking guy, with a kind of pretty face. I mean ok, whatever.

The video started off with shaky POV footage. A guy stumbling around what looked like a parking lot at night, clearly pretend wasted, patting down his pockets kinda frantic.

Dude. Dude, I can't find my keys. Fuck. Where are my keys?

The camera holder (his buddy, presumably) didn't say anything. Just kept filming.

I need light. Can you turn on the flashlight or something?

The video brightened. Now you could see Gym Boy clearly. He was in his mid-twenties, tank top, shorts, on his knees searching the ground.

I can't see shit. I need more help, dude. Like seriously, I need help.

Then it cut. Same angle. Same parking lot. But now there was a stream of liquid arcing through the frame, hitting Gym Boy directly in the face.

Except it wasn't liquid. It was obviously piss, or piss-coded. I assumed ofc it was fake piss. Water bottle or something.

Gym Boy kept talking, trying not to gargle too badly, swallowing between words. "Like I need you to help me look, bro. Check over there by the—" More piss hit his mouth. He kept going. "By the car, maybe I [gurgle noises] dropped them—"

The stream was relentless. It soaked his face, shirt, hair, pretty good. But most of it went right into his open pretty boy mouth. He was getting absolutely drenched and just kept talking like nothing was happening. I knew they had to have used a water bottle but I wondered how they got the piss-arc so perfectly. A+ on the piss arc, boys.

When it finally stopped, Gym Boy reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys.

Oh shit. They were in my pocket the entire time. Silly me. He just grinned. 

The video ended. Sixteen million views. 847k likes.

I stared at Will. "That video is insane. Like pathetically insane."

"Right?! I know. It's genius!"

"That's not the word I would use."

I tried to imagine being some straight guy gym influencer in San Diego waking up one morning and deciding to be such a bitch for the algorithm that you'd let your friend fake-piss all over your face. This wasn't even gay baiting. This was like a subsection for utter filth on PornHub or the like. Truly gross porn bait. And for what? Views?

As if I would ever want to piss on someone, let alone be pissed on. 

Who the fuck would do that? Not in a million years, man.

Will set his oatmeal bowl aside and got under my covers.

I started laughing. "Get out, you freak. I'm naked!"

But Will and I were like that. Ever since freshman year we'd had no boundaries and weren't afraid of being close and annoying the shit out of each other. It was just how we were. Like bratty brothers really. 

"Listen," he said, settling in next to me like we were about to have a sleepover. "I researched how much this guy probably made from that video."

"Researched, meaning you put random shit into Google. Hats off, dude."

"Same thing. And dude, he made at least eight thousand dollars. Probably closer to fifteen if you account for rewatches and engagement and all that."

He started citing hazy facts and figures about TikTok payouts and creator funds and CPM rates, none of which I believed for a second.

"Will. I'm not fake-pissing in your mouth."

"Come on, dude! We can split the earnings! We'll be rich!"

Will didn't come from money. Neither did I. But even if we did the stupid prank video and it somehow got all those views (which it wouldn't) five or ten thousand dollars wasn't a lot of money. Definitely not the kind that made you rich. He had no idea of reality. I shuddered to think what this boy was going to do or be like after graduation. 

I pushed him out of my bed. "I want more sleep. I'm still hungover from last night."

"Just think about it!" He giggled gleefully. 

"No."

He left finally. So I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

Then I had weird dreams.

I was in CVS looking for bath towels. I kept trying to explain I wanted big ones but not beach towels, and the faceless employee kept bringing me to the beach equipment aisle. Giant rows of snorkels, fins, floats.

Then I was outside. The sun was really bright and my car was parked in some small empty employee lot.

I went to unlock it but suddenly Will was there. On his knees. Wearing his sports jersey and track pants. Looking up at me.

"Come on, dude. Just do it. For the video."

"No, you loser. I'm not making a fake piss video."

But in the dream, as he kept asking, I just turned toward him, unzipped my pants, took out my dick, and started pissing all over his pants to scare him away.

But... he didn't blink. Instead, Will kept smiling that goofy ass smile he does in real life when he knows he's being annoying.

I must have drunk a lot of water in the dream because my stream kept going and going and going. And slowly I let it rise until his pants, shirt, and neck were all wet and soaked. He didn't flinch. Just nodded slightly, very slowly, as if to say: bring it, buddy.

So I started pissing on his face.

The thick stream hit his cheeks, his mouth, his lips. Hosed down his hair. He looked so happy, like his life's dream had come true. Like one of those chicks in a shampoo commercial brought back to new life.

Finally he opened his mouth and I aimed directly inside.

The dream ended with his mouth filling up with my piss, his eyes looking up at mine, completely content. But in that last shot I felt like we were on some ranch in Texas, like the one I'd grown up near. Not a CVS parking lot. Dreams are weird.

I woke up laughing a little at how insane that was.

His stupid idea had totally hijacked my brain.

But then I noticed something.

I pulled my covers down and saw I had the biggest boner I'd maybe ever had in my life.

I mean I usually wake up with morning wood. I'm a young and growing college boy, obviously. But this was different. My dick was so hard it looked angry. Ready to fuck ten thousand girls in a row. There was precum glistening at the tip.

I felt weirded out.

Had the dream gotten me that hard? Pissing on my best friend while he was on his knees in broad daylight? Letting my literal urine fill up his mouth?

I debated telling Will about it but worried it would only give him ammunition for why we had to do the video.

I scrolled on my phone instead. Tried to ignore my aching dick.

Will had sent me a Snapchat. A video of him in the dorm bathroom, gargling water in his mouth, cheeks puffed out. The caption across the screen: "dude let's get rich."

I immediately put the phone down and rolled my eyes.

What an insane loser my best friend was. So, so stupid. A total ass clown.

But then I looked at my dick and realized I needed to jerk off. Like ASAP.

The only problem was I felt confused. Or rather my dick was confused.

Because I kept imagining Will gargling on my piss and it made me want to nut.

Like hard.

Fuck my life.

All characters are 18+

“Open your mouth”.

They were words that I never expected to hear from him. Not whilst he stood in front of me holding almost nine inches of ripe, meaty, bulging cock in his fist. I obeyed, of course. I wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity of a lifetime because Austin Reid bullied me in high school. I opened my mouth and the six foot two, roid-headed frat bro shoved his fat helmet between my lips.

Austin wasn’t a nice guy. He was rude, ignorant, self obsessed and brutish. His life consisted of little more than partying, working out and fucking, so the last thing that I was supposed to be doing was rewarding him with my mouth, but Austin was also incredibly hot, and what’s a nineteen year old nerd supposed to do when offered jock cock on a plate?

“Spit on it” he grunted, as he fucked my face, and I dragged his throbbing boner from my mouth and spat a wad of saliva onto it before sucking it back into my throat. His head hung back as I gagged.

I was surprised, of course, when the same young man whose vocabulary consisted almost exclusively of slurs, messaged me on Grindr. He wanted DL fun, which was code for “if you tell anybody about this, I’ll fucking kill you”, and I was too horny to turn him down.

Austin was naked in my dorm room. His t-shirt, still stinking of the most delicious sweat I’d ever smelled, was thrown onto the floor. He was almost certainly trying to show off his washboard abs, bulging pecs and impressive biceps, but I wasn’t complaining. His shorts and boxer briefs were discarded, too, leaving the jock nude, hard and gasping with pleasure as I impaled myself on his huge cock.

“Suck my balls” he growled, as he squeezed his own nipples. I held his heavy tool in my hand, still stroking him as I buried my face into his sweaty, pungent balls and inhaled the gym-sweat that he’d worked up. My own cock ached between my legs.

He tasted phenomenal. Sharp, bitter, sweet and manly. I licked his hairy nuts like I was addicted to them, because it wasn’t often that a ‘straight guy’ stripped naked in my dorm room, and then he grabbed my head and shoved his cock back into my throat.

“Alright, spread your ass” he gasped, when his cock glistened with pre and spit. I looked up at him from my knees, my chin damp with his fluid, and licked my lips. I was almost shaking with excitement as I turned back toward my bed and pried my cheeks apart. “You got lube?” He asked, stroking himself as he strolled toward my locker and dragged it open. He searched around before finding it, and when he returned, he wasted no time.

Austin drooled lube across my asshole before jamming a finger inside. He wasn’t gentle or slow, he was eager to fuck, and I was the lucky hole. I gasped as he twisted his finger inside and then forced another one in, and then I listened to the wet sound of squelching as he finger fucked me.

“Lift your ass” he said, dragging my hips up until my wet, aching hole was in position. He pushed his hand down on my spine, making me arch as he rubbed his cock head around my rim, and then he squeezed it into my hole and I moaned into my pillow.

Letting a straight guy fuck me was an eye-opener. He didn’t like me. He wasn’t interested in me. He was horny and I was available, and that meant that there was no passion, no spark, no reciprocation. He rammed his length into my guts and I whimpered.

“Can you stop?” He said, pausing as his thick cock stretched my hole impossibly wide. I buried my face in my pillow, gasping and groaning as he dragged himself out and slammed it back in. “Damn, motherfucker!” He spat, yanking his tool back out. “You made me lose my fuckin’ boner. Suck it”.

I spun around on the bed and immediately took his cock back into my mouth. I could taste lube and my ass off it, but that only turned me on, more. I swallowed as much of it as I could and felt him stiffen, again, and a few minutes later, he manhandled me back into position.

“Just… Stop making noise” he said, as he aimed his meat, again, and plunged it back in. I winced and groaned, but Austin ignored it as he grabbed my hips and began to pound me.

The entire bed rocked as he fucked me. The trade-off was quite simple. In return for remaining silent and being little more than a toy for Austin, he fucked me like it was his last day on earth. My eyes rolled back as he jack-hammered my stretched hole, growling like an animal as he sped up.

“I’m cumming in your ass” he told me. It wasn’t a question. Austin wasn’t giving me an option, but luckily, I wasn’t particularly upset about that. I moaned into my fist as he terrorised my prostate, and then, the jock gasped as his cock spewed hot, thick cream into my ruined hole.

I lay there, breathless, as he squeezed out the remnants of his load. The stench of his fresh sweat filled the room, and then he dragged his spent cock from my ass, leaving me gaped and aching, and walked, naked, to the bathroom. I fell limp on the bed, dripping with sweat as my hole clenched around air.

“This stays between us” he said, when he returned, and I watched as the naked jock, with his large cock dangling between his legs, pulled his shorts and underwear back up his muscular legs.

“Yeah” I swallowed, unable to move, “sure”.

“I’m serious” he said, as he dragged his t-shirt over his head. “If you say a word about this–”

“I won’t” I assured him, and he glared at me for a moment before nodding.

“See you next week” he said, and with those words, Austin was gone, and I flipped around, desperate to jerk off with his hot load still sloshing around in my ass.

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 ;)

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.

Im 29M, I grew up with very conservative parents and now im married with two kids. My wife knew I experimented when I was younger. My first time was with an older man who just gave me a blowjob and it literally scared the shit out of me. After that I only ever hooked up with trans girls. lately I have been craving being with a man. I think about it every day and now gay porn is the only way I can get off while masturbating. I love my wife and I always want her but the thought of being with a sexy little twink drives me crazy! I have logged into Grindr but that app is so dry and I can never really find someone im attracted to on it. Plus im not sure how to bring the conversation up with my wife. Is all of this just hot in my head or should I try to find a cute guy to explore with?

Hey everyone!!

So, me and my gf have been dating for around 6 months now. But lately, I have been having these thoughts where I want to be with a man. I guess it's just sexual attraction for now.

Anyway, this all started when my gf introduced me to her friend. He is so huge, bearded, a slight belly but still muscular and super tall, like about 6'6"-6'8". Now I am short and not that muscular, like around 5'3"-5'4" on a good day. So looking at him, the first thing I felt was, "Wow, this dude is huge". I also got to know that he is bisexual. So anyway, my gf leaves us and we both start talking. At first it's innocent like what team you support, what is your favourite pass time and such. But he did something which changed something in me. So before this point, we were standing and talking, so I had to look up at him constantly. I guess he felt bad, so he got a chair, sat down and then grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer. We were now at eye level since he was sitting, but that slight act of dominance was such a turn on that I got hard instantly. He looked down and just smiled a bit. We spoke for the next 5-10 minutes with his hand still on my waist and my heart beating fast.

We met after that a lot of times over the course of the next few months through some parties my gf went to or just some weekend hangouts. And everytime we would be left alone he would do some subtle acts of dominance like calling me "little guy". Once we were in the same team in bowling, and after we won, he picked me up like nothing. And again, it was such a turn on that I got hard. This time he noticed and smiled, then said "Looks like you enjoy being in the air". I was taken aback, a bit ashamed and out of nowhere I said "Maybe I enjoy you". I don't know how or why I said that, but being so close to him, in his arms just triggered something in me. He just smiled and put me down. As I walked over to my gf, trying to get my boner in check, I couldn't get out of my head what had happened.

On our way back, we were trying to get an uber, but we didn't get an SUV, so we decided to get a smaller one. But the thing was there were 6 of us. So we figured, me and my gf, being the smallest two will sit on someone's lap. My gf decided to sit on her girl friend's lap in the front, and I would sit on his lap at the back. Now this is where it all started. It all started normally in the beginning, but as we reached a bumpy part of the road I sank deeper in his lap to the point where my ass was directly on his dick. After some other bumps, I could feel something sticking up. I turn around a bit shocked and he just smiles. He places his hands on my waists gently and I feel his massive hands just wrapping my entire stomach. At this point I am on auto pilot, I start moving on his lap a bit, to give him a lap dance as I feel his dick getting harder. I try super hard to not move so much, that the others get suspicious. But I could feel his heavy breathing. After about 2 minutes of doing this, he moans lightly in my ear, leaning towards me a bit, almost like a sigh. I think he cummed but I am not sure. And just like clockwork, a minute later, me and my gf get out at our stop.

The entire weekend, I was just thinking about this encounter and how hot it was to be humped by this giant. The next Monday, as I was going home from work, I see him in my subway station. I asked him what he is doing here since this is not his route. I was acting non-chalant lol. He leaned down and spoke to in my ears, "Thanks for the good time, little one". Just hearing him say that got me so turned on. He again looked down to see me rock hard and said, "Looks like you still enjoy me". We get in our compartment and it is super duper crowded. Its like everyone is packed in like sardines. We somehow make our way to the back of the compartment. He stands behind me and grabs my ass. I was startled for a bit but then I loved it. He started squeezing it and I just looked up at him smiling. He continued that for a couple minutes. When I felt him stop, I looked back and suddenly felt his dick on my ass. He was crouching down a little bit so that he could reach my ass. I know I am short lmao. And he just started dry humping me in the compartment. It felt natural in the subway because of all the jolting and jumping, which is why I think no one suspected it. As we get out of the compartment and I start heading home, he whispers in my ear "How did you like that, little one?". I was so flustered that I just looked up and said "Thank you". He laughed out loud, grabbed and squeezed my ass one last time as he hugged me goodbye and said "See you again little one".

Oh my god, this entire thing is so hot that I have just been thinking about this the last couple days and I had to just share this somewhere lol.

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Kai held the phone so Evan could see the words, his other hand a firm, grounding weight on the back of Evan's neck.

The screen’s blue light washed over Evan’s face in the dark living room. A single message from Luca Costa. No greeting. Just an address and a time. Tomorrow. 8 PM.

Evan’s gasp was a wet, shuddering thing against Kai’s shoulder. His whole body went rigid, then began to tremble. Kai could feel the fine vibrations through his palm, the frantic scramble of Evan’s thoughts in the tense line of his spine.

“He knows,” Evan breathed, the words muffled by Kai’s shirt. “Kai, he *knows*.”

Kai said nothing. His thumb began to move, a slow, deliberate stroke against the wild pulse fluttering under Evan’s jaw. The touch was an anchor. A question. The world didn’t break; it crystallized around this new, terrifying axis.

“Look at the message again,” Kai said, his voice low and even in the dark. “What does it say?”

Evan’s eyes, wide and frightened, flicked back to the screen. “It’s… it’s his apartment. Tomorrow night.”

“What does it not say?”

Evan was silent, breathing ragged. Kai waited. The hand on Evan’s neck tightened just shy of pain.

“It doesn’t say why,” Evan whispered.

“No,” Kai agreed. The single word was heavy. Final. “It’s an invitation. Not a threat. He’s giving us the ball.”

He lowered the phone, the room sinking back into near-darkness. Evan made a small, lost noise. Kai’s other hand came up, cradling Evan’s face, forcing his gaze up. Evan’s lips were parted, his breath hot and quick against Kai’s wrist.

“This is the shape of it,” Kai said, the words a quiet rumble. “This is what we talked about. In the dark. When it was just a game for us to play alone.”

He leaned closer, his forehead resting against Evan’s. “Tell me what you feel.”

“I’m scared,” Evan choked out immediately. Then, softer, “I’m hard.”

Kai’s thumb brushed over Evan’s lower lip. “I know.”

He shifted, his leg sliding between Evan’s, applying a gentle, insistent pressure. Evan groaned, his hips pushing forward instinctively, seeking friction. The proof of his arousal was a solid, heated line against Kai’s thigh.

“The fear and the want,” Kai murmured, his mouth so close his lips brushed Evan’s as he spoke. “They’re the same thing here. He’s a rival. He’s stronger. He watched you. He wants to play.”

“I don’t want to play with him,” Evan said, but his body arched, pressing closer.

“You will,” Kai said. It wasn’t a prediction. It was a rule. “Because I’m going to tell you to. And you’re going to watch him try to take what’s mine. And you’re going to understand who you really belong to.”

Evan shuddered, a full-body convulsion of surrender. A tear tracked from the corner of his eye. Kai caught it with his tongue, the salt taste a promise. “Look at me.”

“I belong to you,” Evan whispered, the words cracking in the still, dark air. A second tear followed the path of the first. Kai caught this one too, his tongue tracing the wet line to the corner of Evan’s mouth.

“Say it again,” Kai murmured against his skin. His hand slid from Evan’s neck down his spine, a firm, possessive stroke that ended at the small of his back. He pulled Evan flush against him.

Evan’s breath hitched. “I belong to you.” Louder this time. A vow.

Kai’s answering kiss wasn’t gentle. It was claiming. He licked into Evan’s mouth, tasting salt and surrender. Evan melted into it, his hands fisting in the fabric of Kai’s shirt, holding on like it was the only solid thing left.

When Kai broke the kiss, they were both breathing hard. He leaned back just enough to look down between them. With deliberate slowness, he undid the button of Evan’s jeans. The zipper’s rasp was obscenely loud.

Evan’s cock sprang free, hard and flushed, the tip already wet. He whimpered, hips jerking forward into the cool air.

Kai wrapped his hand around him. Not stroking. Just holding. A firm, warm circle of pressure. Evan’s whole body shuddered. “This is mine,” Kai stated, his thumb sweeping over the leaking slit. “Every part of you that reacts to him, that gets hard for him, that’s scared of him… it’s all just proof of this. Of who you answer to.”

He began to move his hand, a slow, maddening pump. Evan’s head fell back, a choked moan tearing from his throat. His knees buckled; Kai held him up, the grip on his cock unwavering.

“You’re going to say it tomorrow,” Kai continued, his voice a low, relentless rhythm matching his hand. “When he’s there. When you can smell him. When he looks at you the way he did in the showers. You’re going to look him in the eye and you’re going to know, in your bones, that you are mine.”

Evan was trembling, sweat beading at his temples. “Kai… I’m close…”

“No.” Kai stopped moving. He squeezed, just shy of painful. The denial was a physical shock. Evan cried out, his body bowing with frustrated need.

Kai leaned in, his lips brushing Evan’s ear. “You come when I tell you to. Not with him. Not without me. Understand?”

Evan nodded, desperate, tears welling again. “Yes. Yes.”

“Good.” Kai released him, tucking him back into his jeans with a practicality that felt more intimate than the touch. He smoothed Evan’s hair back from his damp forehead. “Now go to bed. We have a game tomorrow.”

Evan turned toward the hallway, his steps unsteady on the creaking floorboards. He stopped at the threshold of their bedroom, one hand gripping the doorframe. He didn’t look back.

The light from the single lamp carved his silhouette out of the dark—the tense line of his shoulders, the dip of his spine. Kai watched from the couch, silent. He saw the quick rise and fall of Evan’s breath.

“You told me to go to bed,” Evan said to the darkness ahead. His voice was thin. Worn.

“I did.”

“I can’t.” Evan’s head dropped forward. A soft, broken sound escaped him. “I can’t just lie down. Not like this.”

Kai didn’t move. “Like what?”

“Aching.” The word was a whisper. A confession. “Full of… tomorrow. Full of him. I can still feel your hand. And I can’t come. And I’m so scared, Kai.”

The leather of the couch sighed as Kai stood. His footsteps were quiet on the rug. He stopped behind Evan, close enough that the heat of his body brushed Evan’s back. Evan shivered.

Kai’s hands came to rest on Evan’s hips. His thumbs pressed into the tense muscle above the jean pockets. “The fear is the point. The ache is the point. You carry it. For me.”

He leaned in, his mouth close to Evan’s ear. “You think I sent you away to sleep? I sent you away to feel it. All night. To know your body belongs to me even when I’m not touching it.”

Evan shuddered. He leaned back, his head coming to rest against Kai’s shoulder. His eyes were closed. A tear escaped, tracing a path into his hairline. “What if I can’t do it tomorrow? What if I… fail you?”

Kai’s arms wrapped around him, crossing over his chest, binding him. A hold that was both restraint and anchor. “You won’t.” He nosed into Evan’s hair, breathing in the scent of sweat and shampoo. “Because failing me isn’t coming too soon, or saying the wrong thing. Failing me is forgetting who you are. You are mine. That’s the only rule that matters in that room tomorrow.”

He turned Evan gently, forcing him to face the darkened bedroom. “Now go. Lie down in the dark. Feel everything you’re feeling. And know that I chose this for us. For you.”

Evan took one step. Then another. He didn’t look back as he crossed into the shadowed room and let the door close softly behind him, leaving Kai alone in the lamplight.

So I went to this small place, just one guy. Short guy strong hands and a thick long cock, my cock is not small but he is slightly thicker and longer. A really beautiful huge dick 🥵🥵. lol spoiler alert.

My first appointment was pretty relaxing but I got a hard on and I was really embarrassed. But he said "don't worry this can happen, don't focus on it." So the massage continues and at one point, he asks if he should take care of it... and was like "what no, I'm not gay". He was ok, just let me know what you like...

A week later I had another appointment and I was going through a dry spell. So I thought, maybe he could give me some relief. The night before, I was so horny and I jerked to the thought of him getting me off... and I was really horny so I jerked a second time to it, but after my nut clarity, I thought to myself "No I'm not gay, I can't do it." I even jerked off before I went so I wouldn't get hard. But when was there, his warm strong hands and the smell of the oil got me horny again. I think he teased me a little bit, but I tried not to get hard. Eventually he said: Dude you have to relax, are you trying not to get hard? Just relax. Nobody cares, Nobody will know.

I got so fucking hard and horny, and he touched my cock a few times by "accident " with his elbow and forearm. I wanted him to ask if he could help me out, but he didn't . When he was massaging my backside my, he "accidently" brushed my hand with his crotch. When the massage was over, he told me to just lay there for a few more minutes, breathe, relax and listen to the music, but I had to jerk off. I exploded on my belly chest and face.

My batterie is low sry

All persons in this story are 18+

We were in Anne's room lying on her bed. I couldn't get my cock hard. Anne thought this was because of her or because I was too nervous. She hoped this would get better later. I knew better. I didn't like girls but boys. I had a crush on her brother, Ian, for a long time. That's why I came to her house so much. Once I accidentally saw him naked when the door to his room was ajar. I fell in love instantly. He wasn't there today.

My hand was in Anne's pants and she was rubbing my pants between my legs. She quickly stopped when she realized it was pointless. Earlier she tried to jerk me off, but I never came. So it remained just fingering. Although girls didn't turn me on, I did enjoy seeing Anne cum. My fingers went through the pubic hair to her slit. I thought she was still completely dry, until my middle finger slid between her lips and I felt her wet pussy. She sighed as I brushed her clit. She was still a virgin and super tight. With difficulty I got a fingertip into her vagina. My palm lay on her pubes and my fingers caressed her between her pussy lips. I sat up and Anne lay on her back against me, with her head on my chest. Anne had her eyes closed. My fingers smelled like pussy. I went to her face and caressed her lips with my smelly fingers. “Taste it,” I said. She opened her mouth slightly and licked my fingers, tasting her own fluids. "And now take off your panties." She took off her panties with both hands and let them fall next to the bed. I pulled up her t-shirt. She had small but firm breasts with large nipples. I felt her breasts and slid my hand down. A shudder went through her body when I touched her nipples with my arm. They were soggy. When my hand reached her pubes she automatically spread her legs a little. “I want to see you finger yourself,” I said. She started to blush. With her right hand she started rubbing her clit and with her other hand she massaged her breasts. I ran my fingers through her pussy hair. It didn't take long. Her whole body started to shake and then she came. She lay against me with her eyes closed.

We never went further before. Anne was a decent Christian girl and did not want sex before marriage.

She said "shall we go to Ian's room and we can listen to music there". We weren't actually allowed to go there, but he wasn't there anyway. I looked around the room. There were all kinds of photos hanging on the mirror opposite the bed. A large photo showed Ian wearing only a small pair of swimming trunks. Much too small, you could see everything. I sat on the bed and pushed his pillow aside. My hand clutched a wet tissue. I smelled it and I knew it was fresh cum. Next to the tissue was a pair of cum stained underwear. I felt my penis immediately become rock hard. Anne sat next to me on the bed. I took Anne's hand and placed it on my crotch. Anne looked surprised and said "hey, what is this? A boner!". "I want you" I said confidently. She thought I meant her but I looked at the photo of Ian looking straight at me. I took off her t-shirt and she took off mine. I caressed her small soft breasts and licked her nipples. I took off her jeans and then her panties. Anne had ginger pubic hair and small pink pussy lips. I stood up and Anne opened my fly and took out my cock. My pants slid down and I stepped out of them. I could tell from her face that she had never seen a stiff cock before and certainly not up close.

Ian watched from the photo on the mirror. I thought it was super hot to stand in his room with my bare cock. My cock was so stiff it was slanting upwards. My foreskin automatically rolled back halfway to my glans. Anne sat in front of me and took my penis in her mouth, running my balls through her fingers. I looked at the photo and imagined it was Ian sucking me off. In Anne's mouth I felt my foreskin sliding further back behind the head. With her lips she held the tip firmly just behind the rim, while she ran her tongue back and forth quickly over the underside of the tip. And then she took my dick all the way in her mouth to the back of her throat. Her nose touched my pubes. She licked my balls and then went up my cock to the tip. I couldn't take it anymore and came. My cum sprayed all over her breasts and stomach.

I pushed Anne back onto the bed. I leaned over her and licked my cum off her breasts and stomach., pretending it was Ian's cum. Then I got down on my knees and started eating Anne out. I pushed her pink pussy lips apart. My tongue found her clit. I sucked it and licked her quickly, sliding my fingertip inside her. Through the open window I heard people talking outside. I tipped my tongue and entered her vagina with it. The wet sounds of her pussy and her panting had to be heard outside. Shockingly, she came.

I lay down next to her and my still stiff cock slid between her legs. "I'm still a virgin..." she said softly, but she was so happy that I finally had an erection that she didn't stop me. “Pull out before you come!” she said. I looked at Ian's picture as I slowly slid into her. That was difficult because she was still so tight. I carefully went up and down and got deeper and deeper. I closed my eyes and again fantasized that it was Ian I was fucking. My cock became harder and harder. I massaged her clit with my cock and then slid deep into her again. I kept going all the way out of her pussy and then back in deep. It was as if her vagina was sucking my cock into her and her labia were trying to hold it. I pushed Anne's legs up so I could reach her deepest depths. With every thrust I tried to go deeper. "Careful, it hurts" Anne whispered, but I didn't hear her anymore and had completely forgotten that it was Anne under me and not Ian and I continued to fuck her hard. I then rolled her onto her stomach and rammed my lube-free cock into her in one go from behind. I was in her up to my pubic hair. I fucked her hard and deep and fast, still thinking that it was Ian I was taking anally. I looked at him in the mirror. Our eyes met. I imagined Ian jerking off to the rhythm of me fucking Anne in the ass.

Just before I came, I pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed opposite the mirror. I picked Anne up and placed her on my lap with her back to me. My cock slid into her anus again. With my hands on her waist I pushed Anne up and down on my cock. I pushed Anne's legs apart so I could get a good look at her pussy in the mirror. With one hand I pushed her pussy lips apart so I could get a better view of her pink pussy and in my other hand I held one of her breasts. I felt Anne cum on my cock. She had her eyes closed. I quickly pulled my cock out of her and caught my cum in my hand. I held my hand near Anne's pussy and spooned the cum into her vagina with the fingers of my other hand. Ian was still looking at us. Anne fell asleep on Ian's bed. I covered her with a blanket, quickly put on my clothes and left. I took Ian's cum stained underwear with me.

Fucked By A Priest On Easter:

~ I may have gone a tad overboard with the length of this one… but you will enjoy it! ~

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Jack had spent the entire spring break with his college friends, chasing sun, laughter, and the kind of freedom that made the real world feel distant. Now, at 18, 5ft9” (175cm) with a muscular, tanned frame honed by gym sessions and rugby practice, he was back home for Easter weekend. Brown hair tousled, brown eyes still carrying the haze of travel, he stood in the family living room while his parents insisted he join them for the Easter Vigil.

I really don’t want to do this, he thought, shifting his weight. It’s almost ten at night, and the last thing I need after a long drive is two hours of church in the dark. But his family had raised him in the faith, and their quiet expectation won out and so - with a resigned sigh - he grabbed his jacket and followed them out into the cool spring night.

The churchyard was already crowded when they arrived. Familiar faces from his childhood greeted him - old neighbours, former Sunday-school teachers, people who still called him “little Jackie” even though he was built like an athlete now. Jack forced polite smiles, nodding along as they chatted about college and how tall he’d grown. He tried to look interested, but his attention drifted to the large fire burning brightly just outside the church doors. The flames crackled and spat, casting flickering orange light across the gathered parishioners.

Then the side door of the church opened.

Father John stepped out, tall and commanding at 6ft3” (190.5cm), his sculpted face and chiseled jawline catching the firelight. Brown hair neatly combed, clean-shaven, brown eyes steady and warm. Jack recognised him instantly from years ago - the priest he had grown up idolising, an intelligent, handsome and confident man, who had seemed larger than life when Jack was a boy. Now, as a man himself, Jack felt an unexpected flutter in his chest. He looks… exactly the same. He somehow looks more manly too - hmm - maybe I should grow out a beard?

Father John carried the tall Paschal candle with reverence towards them, its unlit wick waiting - the crowd quietening as he approached the central fire. “Welcome, everyone,” he said, voice rich and resonant. “Let us begin the Easter Vigil.”

Jack’s parents handed him a small white candle, which he held awkwardly, watching as Father John dipped the Paschal candle into the flames; the wick caught - a single bright tongue of fire. Then the priest turned toward the dark church doors, which swung open on silent hinges, and began to walk inside, singing in a deep, steady baritone: “The Light of Christ.” Damn, I forgot how deep his voice was. 

The congregation followed in a slow, solemn procession between the pews, pressing inside - the church pitch black except for the moving flame ahead, while shadows danced across the stone walls and stained glass. Jack stayed close to his family, the candle in his hand still unlit, the darkness pressing in like a secret, as they filtered in between the rows of benches, standing and awaiting the rest to file in - and for Father John to reach the front. 

Eventually, having finished singing and arriving at the altar simultaneously, Father John turned to face them all, the Paschal candle held high, as the crowd responded in unison: “Thanks be to God.” Jack’s voice joined a half-second late, soft and uncertain. “Welcome, everyone,” Father John said with a gentle smile. “Please come to the front and light your candles - one row at a time, starting from the front.”

A quiet queue formed. Row by row, people shuffled forward, touched their wicks to the great candle, and returned to their seats carrying new light. The church gradually brightened, a soft golden glow spreading like dawn and when finally the fourth row was called, Jack joined the line just behind his parents.

After a few moments, he arrived at the front, eyes meeting Father John’s. The priest smiled - warm, knowing, almost intimate - as he tilted the Paschal candle, until Jack’s wick caught the flame. Yet, for a moment too long, Jack stared at that smile, at the way firelight played across Father John’s strong features, until heat rose in his cheeks and he caught himself. He turned away quickly, embarrassed, and hurried back to his family, candle trembling slightly in his grip. What the hell was that? 

Arriving back at their row, they sat and the service unfolded in the growing light: readings, psalms, verses from the Bible spoken with quiet authority. Jack tried to listen, but the church felt warmer than it should have - candle flames multiplied everywhere, their collective heat pressing against his skin. His gaze kept drifting back to Father John, who moved with easy grace behind the altar, recounting the story of resurrection and renewal.

Why does he look so… commanding up there? Something is definitely different - why can’t I put my finger on it? Jack thought, shifting in the pew. Fuck it’s getting stuffy in here too - damn these candles, making me sweat. 

The next couple of hours passed surprisingly quickly to Jack, who found himself being drawn under the deep voice of the priest, as he approached the end of his sermons, whereby his voice grew solemn as he quoted from John 1:9. “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” Hmm - maybe - maybe I should too… I could do with some guidance - ughhh, I don’t know! Jack swallowed, as Father John smiled, scanning the congregation as though everyone’s secrets and sins were transparent to him. At that exact moment, the church bells began to ring - midnight. The deep, resonant chimes filled the space, echoing off the rafters. Everyone sat in reverent silence until the last note faded.

“Thank you for attending tonight’s vigil,” Father John said. “Remember: act according to God’s word and you will find peace and redemption. Just as our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ was resurrected, you too will find yourself redeemed and blessed.” Yeah, he’s got a point. I think - I think I should -

“Amen,” the crowd murmured, before they began filing out of the church. However, Jack remained seated, the priest’s words lingering in his mind, his eyes fixed on the man at the altar, even as his parents gestured toward the door. “Come on, Jack,” they said, to which he hesitated. “I think I’d like to stay a little longer… to speak to Father John, if that’s alright?”

They nodded, trusting. “No worries. We’ll head back. You’ve got your keys, right?” Jack patted his pocket and smiled, watching as they joined the last of the congregation filing out. Then he waited on the bench until the last few parish members finished their quiet conversations with the priest and when the church finally emptied, he rose and walked forward, heart beating faster.

“Hi, um… Father,” he said tentatively. “I was hoping we could talk?” Father John’s smile was kind, unhurried. “Of course, my child. Do you seek advice… or confession?” Jack’s throat tightened. “Confession… if that’s alright?” He fidgeted, nerves prickling under his skin. “Sure. Please, after you.” The priest gestured toward the confessional booth.

Jack stepped inside the small, dark wooden box and sat - the familiar scent of polished oak and incense wrapped around him. A moment later, he felt the glow of candlelight approaching, as Father John moved just outside the booth, and placed a candle on a stand outside, its soft light filtering through the latticed screen in faint golden threads, before he slipped into the compartment next to Jack’s. 

Ok here goes, how did it go again? Oh yeah, that’s right. Jack made the sign of the cross. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been seven years since my last confession,” he said, mentally preparing himself for the hard part - what came next. “May the Lord be in your heart and on your lips that you may truly confess your sins.” Ok Jack, you can do this - just gotta be honest. Jack swallowed hard. “I… I have been having inappropriate thoughts about my roommate at college…” He finished, words quietening towards the end, to the point where he fell into silence and just let them linger there in the booth, unable to muster anymore. 

Father John’s voice remained calm. “Of what nature are these inappropriate thoughts?”Jack’s face burned. “I - um - sexual thoughts…” He said trailing off once again into silence. “I see. Have you ever acted on these thoughts?” No of course not! I’m a good Christian! “No - I’m saving myself for marriage, but I’m struggling Father,” he said louder this time. 

“I see my child. Have you been sexually intimate before? Kissed anyone? Held hands… masturbated?” Father John asked, gently probing him. “No never! I’ve never even had a girlfriend - I take my vow of chastity I made seriously,” he said seriously, before choking and continuing, “but I - I’ve been having these dreams - about my roommate. I’ve never had urges like this before, but these past few years it’s gotten worse, but my roommate, he - erm…” Jack swallowed, voice trailing off into silence more, as his confidence faltered. “Your roommate, what my child?” Father John asked back. 

“He erm - well he walks around naked a lot - and like - I’ve seen guys naked before - you know in the locker room and stuff. But my roommate - you see - he’s a rugby player, and so he has a pretty big - erm - ass and well he’s constantly naked and I can’t stop myself from staring at it. And I keep dreaming of his ass, of - erm - you know - and - and when I wake up my boxers are wet and I’m constantly distracted. I can’t focus on college, on anything! I don’t know what’s happening to me!” Jack finished, having swallowed his pride as he came clean, thankful that Father John had listened without interrupting him. 

“I see… My child - it sounds like you may be a late bloomer. Your body is now becoming fertile and desiring offspring. And so without a wife, it searches elsewhere. But you have done the right thing by coming to me,” Father John said matter-of-factly. I suppose that does make sense actually. Jack’s pulse thundered. “I was afraid I might be… you know.” He couldn’t finish the word.

“You needn’t worry,” the priest said soothingly, “but we do have to remedy this situation tonight, or you may be unable to resist. If you have time, I can help you this evening. It shouldn’t take more than a few hours.” Great, yes!

“Yes, Father. Please help me,” he said, desperation plain in his tone. “Of course my boy, please, follow me to the rectory,” Father John responded, opening the door of his booth - Jack following suit, as Father John led him from the booth, picking up the tall Paschal candle on its stand. I can’t wait to have this burden lifted.

Jack sighed relief, as they walked through the now-empty church and into the attached rectory - the priest’s ‘home’. Father John, unlocked the door and ushered Jack inside - “Please, come in.”

Inside, the rectory was simple and cozy: open-plan living area, a fireplace, comfortable furniture, no television. Huh, this is pretty cozy. Jack stood taking in the room, a tad nervous, while Father John disappeared upstairs, searching for something, but returning soon after with a plain black box. “Please put this on,” he said with a warm smile, handing it over. “I’ll give you some privacy while you change.” Huh, he wants me to change into something? What is it?

Jack watched curiously, as the priest climbed the stairs once more, and when he was out of sight, he opened the box. On top lay black bunny ears on a headband. Beneath were clothes - black mesh, leather, a fluffy tail. What the hell? Why would he ask me to wear something like this? Confusion twisted in his stomach, but the memory of his confession, the desperate need to be free of these urges, pushed him forward. If this helps me resist… I’ll do anything. There must be a reason for this right?

He stripped quickly - t-shirt, jeans, boxers - then pulled on the outfit. The black mesh sleeveless shirt was sheer, laced loosely up the front so it gaped open across his toned chest and abs. Attached at the waist were tight leather briefs that hugged his groin obscenely, the material too tight to allow any give as it bulged outwards, while on his rear, was a white, fluffy bunny tail, that sat surprisingly low on his ass. Finally, he fastened the clip-on bowtie beneath his Adam’s apple, and settled the bunny ears on his head.

Standing in front of the mirror, Jack felt ridiculous - and exposed. This is super embarrassing. I look like some stripper you’d find in New York or California -  maybe I should just change back and leave? “Are you ready, my child?” Father John called from upstairs. Ok, you can do this Jack. Jack swallowed. “Um… yeah, I think so.”

The priest descended, and his smile widened at the sight of Jack in the costume. “You may be wondering why I’ve asked you to wear this. It’s because we’re going to continue the rest of your confession, and it helps, if in the eyes of the Lord, you have nothing to hide. I find that this costume works quite well for those in my flock who have lost themselves with thoughts of the devil, such as yourself. The vulnerability and transparency making the rest of your confession easier to admit,” he said calmly, crossing the room to sit on the couch. I guess that sort of makes sense? “Please, join me.”

Jack sat beside him - the leather briefs instantly riding up, tightening around his heavy balls so their full shape pressed visibly against the material. Oh fuck, you can see everything, shit these briefs are so tight! I need to change or at least get a cushion or something to cover up - FUCK! This is emabrassing! Before he could speak, Father John slid one arm under Jack’s legs and the other behind his back, lifting him effortlessly and settling the younger man sideways across his lap.

Jack’s breath caught at the sudden closeness, the solid warmth of the priest’s body beneath him - his robe doing little to hide his muscular thighs beneath. What is he doing? This feels… “Now please,” Father John said gently, “tell me about your dreams, child, so I know how best to combat them.”

Jack fidgeted trying to find comfort on the man’s laps, as the leather briefs squished his fat balls in his current position. Eventually he gave up and opened up, describing the same events as before, but this time in much more detail - including that one time his roommate was sleeping naked, plump ass uncovered by sheets pointing towards him, and how his cock throbbed, and his urges briefly swept over him, and he grinded his cock on his bed a few times before relenting. He admitted more too, like the one time when he was showering and his cock had grew hard in his hand when he had tried to clean it, and it took every bit of strength he had not to stroke it with his soapy hand. Father John listened, nodding, asking quiet questions that drew every detail out until Jack was flushed and breathing faster.

“I’m glad you came to me,” the priest said at last, voice serious. “If you had acted on these feelings, you would have fallen from grace.” He paused, studying Jack. “Now, my child, I need to check your testicles for any signs of intimacy. Is that alright?” What? Jack’s heart hammered. “I promise I’m a virgin, I swear!” Does he not believe me? “I know. I just need to check. May I begin?” I do need his help… fuck - I - I… I should - he’s a holy man, he wouldn’t ask if he didn’t to… Jack nodded - barely.

Father John’s large hand slid between Jack’s thighs, cupping the leather-covered bulge. He squeezed gently, then again, rolling the heavy balls in his palm. Oh fuck, this feels strange. Jack’s face flamed crimson - heat surged through him; his cock starting to thicken inside the tight pouch. This isn’t good!

“Will this take long?” Jack asked, voice strained. “No no,” the priest responded, as he squeezed one of Jack’s balls between his fingers. Fuck, if he keeps going like that… “Are - are you nearly finished Father?” Jack asked, his voice a little more high-pitched than usual. “Not much longer,” he replied, giving another squeeze, and then a slight tug. Fuck - it’s too late! I can’t stop! Jack’s dick swelled to full semi-hardness, the outline blatant against the leather. “I - I’m sorry - ” he stammered, sweat dampening his head. 

“Don’t worry, my child. It’s completely normal, especially in a case as serious as yours,” he said calmly. “Serious?” Jack asked back, as Father John released his balls, but kept his hand resting there. “Your testicles are very, very large, my child. I’m guessing they started growing a few years back - around the same time you mention finding it harder to resist touching yourself?” Jack could only nod. “Since they’re so much bigger than the average man’s and you’ve been a good boy, and have never masturbated, they’re incredibly full. That’s why the thoughts are so strong - your body craves release, craves to procreate. Without a wife, it turns elsewhere.”

That makes sense - but what am I supposed to do - I haven’t found a girl I like yet, and I can’t take this any longer! Jack’s mind spun. “So what can I do Father?”

“They have to be emptied,” Father John said soothingly, “or you may start to act on your worst impulses and be disowned by God. But you needn’t worry my child. I can help you empty them.”Jack’s voice cracked with desperation. “Please - I’ll do anything.” Father John’s eyes met his, calm and certain. “To do so, I will have to pleasure your genitals. Is that alright?” *Wait? I don’t know? I don’t understand…*Jack hesitated, the conflict clear on his face. “Isn’t that wrong? Wouldn’t I be breaking my vow?” he asked hesitantly, looking up at the priest’s sharp jawline and soft brown eyes. 

“Your vow forbids self-pleasure or pleasure with a woman,” the priest explained patiently. “It does not forbid me from helping you this way. Are we alright to continue?” Yes - that is true! And if this will help me prevent having such ungodly thoughts, I’ll do anything - I trust him! Jack swallowed hard. “I trust you, Father.”

Father John lifted him from his lap. “Please turn around, my child, and rest your hands on the back of the couch. I’ll start immediately.”

Jack obeyed, knees on the cushions, ass presented. The priest’s hands settled on his hips. “I’m just removing the bunny tail for better access.” Better access? A small adjustment, then slick fingers probed between Jack’s cheeks, circling his untouched hole. Woah - is he going to… “Relax,” Father John murmured. “Push out a little.” He said he had to pleasure me… but what does that have to do with my ass? How will that feel good for me?

The first finger pressed in slowly, steadily, until it found that sensitive spot inside, where it rubbed firmly. Jack moaned despite himself. “Oh God!” Jack groaned at the sensation, “unghh - sorry - father, I didn’t mean to use the Lord’s name in vain,” he said gasping as the priest’s finger circled around inside him. “No worries my child, now try and relax for me,” he commanded - which Jack obeyed, and he let out a deep breathe - the new ease allowing the priest to slide a second finger inside. Nghh - what is going on? This feels so strange! Father John twirled his fingers a few more times, before adding a third, stretching him open while he gasped and trembled. When the stretch became too much, the priest withdrew.

“You truly are a virgin,” he said. “This will be difficult. I’ll have to change tactics.” He left briefly and returned, pressing something smooth, hard, and cool against Jack’s rim. Woah, what is that? “Relax, my child.”

Pressure built, stretching his rim; Jack grunted as the first glass egg stretched him wide, then popped inside with a sudden, shocking fullness. Nghhh - fuck - was that some sort of egg - unghh. The priest returned to Jack’s hole once more with another wet object, and repeated the same insertion as before. One after another they slid in - seven in total, growing thicker, heavier - until his belly felt achingly full and his cock throbbed untouched leaking against the leather. I feel so weird! “There,” Father John said softly. “All finished. Now please go upstairs and lie down on the bed. I’ll be up shortly.”

Jack stood on shaky legs, moaning as the eggs shifted and pressed against his prostate with every step. Fuck - this feels good - but - unghhh - why? He climbed the stairs, each movement sending sparks of unwanted pleasure through him, and lay on his back on the priest’s bed. Father John followed moments later, carrying the Paschal candle on its stand. He lit several smaller candles around the room, bathing everything in warm, flickering light, then set the large Paschal candle aside. “I’m going to remove the outfit now. It will only get in the way.”

He climbed onto the bed, straddling Jack, and methodically stripped the costume away - bunny ears, bowtie, then the laced mesh top and tight leather briefs, which came together, the laced top dragging over Jack’s aching cock, making him gasp as it was removed. Then, Father John took the hard length in his hand, stroking lightly. 

“Hmm. It’s smaller than I expected,” he observed. “Have you noticed it growing recently?” It’s small?! Jack could only nod, mortified. “As I suspected - you’re a late bloomer. Only about 5” (13cm) so far. But these…” He cupped Jack’s massive balls, lifting and rolling them in his palm. “Truly enormous. They’re the same size as too large eggs… maybe even two small lemons,” the priest murmured almost reverent. “When your penis has finished fully developing -and being paired with such large testes -you’ll be incredibly fertile. Blessed by God. No wonder your urges have been so strong - without a wife to impregnate, this must be especially difficult. No worries though, we’ll empty them out completely.” He gave the sac a light slap; Jack’s balls tightened instantly, the skin drawing taut around the heavy orbs.

Jack moaned softly, his sac contracting under the priest’s touch, mind racing with a confusing mix of embarrassment and unexpected pride. Blessed by God… me?

Father John retreated from the bed and came to Jack’s side, and moves his hands over Jack’s chest, fingers pinching and twisting his nipples. Huh, that feels odd. Father John continued, until they stood dark and erect, then his mouth descended - hot, wet suction pulling one sensitive peak between his lips, tongue flicking hard. Holy shit! Jack writhed beneath him, a sharp gasp tearing free as pleasure spiked straight to his groin. Then the priest repeated the treatment on the other side, leaving both nipples glistening and throbbing. Fuck, I have heard women like they’re nipples played with, but I didn’t know it felt good for men too!

Father John’s hand slid lower again, thumb rubbing slow, relentless circles over the frenulum of Jack’s cock, as the young man’s shaft jerked, leaking steadily now, the head flushed and shiny. Unghh - is this - nghh - is this what it feels like to jerk off - oh fuck - it feels good and - erm - strange. I- I - something weird is happening - unghh - what is this feeling?

Just as the pressure coiled tight in his stomach, Father John stopped and Jack moaned in raw frustration, hips twitching uselessly toward the touch that had vanished, as the priest reached for the Paschal candle once more.

Jack’s eyes widened in confusion as the tall flame hovered above him. Huh. “What’s that f-” Jack began to ask, but was quickly interrupted, when a single drop of hot wax fell onto his left nipple - the sudden burn flared into blinding pleasure; he arched hard off the mattress with a guttural groan. FUCK! More drops followed - across his pecs, down the ridges of his abs - each one drawing a fresh, broken cry from his throat. Then, they went lower. Oh fuck, if it feels like this now - what will it feel like on my - 

The wax dripped onto his heavy balls, and Jack’s entire body convulsed, muscles locking. Nghh - fuck - I feel that same feeling from earlier - unghh - Father John moved the candle over Jack’s straining cock and a fat bead of wax landed directly on the swollen, hypersensitive glans. OH GOD! Jack’s vision whited out, as his body spasmed on the sheets in pleasure. “Nghhh - fuck - fuck - !” His back bowed violently, heels digging into the sheets as the orgasm ripped through him like lightning. Thick ropes of cum erupted in powerful jets, splattering the wall and headboard behind him, before drenching his own body, ropes landing in his hair, lines of pearl-white sprayed across his face, while the rest landed across his chest, running down between his pecs, and pooling in the creases of his abs. His cock pulsed again and again, emptying in long, messy bursts while he gasped and shuddered, completely lost to the sensation. “Nghhh, nghhh, fuck - fuck, nghhh, what - what was that -” he panted, chest heaving, fingers clutching the sheets.

Father John set the candle aside and gently cupped Jack’s balls again, squeezing and rolling them. “That was your first orgasm, my child.” A pause. “Just as I thought… they’ve been full for so many years. They’re going to take many days at this rate to empty completely.”Jack’s chest heaved, voice hoarse. “But I’m supposed to be back at college in two days - I need to be fixed by then, or I’ll be back with my roommate having the same thoughts. Please - is there anything we can do to - erm - you know - speed up the process?”

Father John sighed, eyes dark with promise. “There is, my child, but it may hurt at first…” I have to, I can’t let myself have anymore ungodly thoughts - I will endure anything to ensure my soul isn’t tainted! “Please, I’m strong, I can do it!”

“Ok my child, please turn over and get on all fours,” Father John commanded, voice deep. Jack nodded and did as he was told, despite the embarrassment he felt, with his knees sinking into the mattress and ass raised high, this time not hidden by the leather briefs. Instantly, Father John pulled open Jack’s cheeks, smushing them around in his hands, before he said, “Ok now my child, I’d like you to push those eggs out. The first one is the largest, so that’ll hurt the most, but the rest will get easier.” Fuck, how did I forget about those? Ok ok, this shouldn't be too hard right? It’s easier pushing them than getting them in. 

Jack bore down, grunting as the first - and thickest - glass egg pushed his hole open from the inside, glistening with lube in the candlelight, as it stretched his rim obscenely wide. Fuck! It’s so big! It popped free with a wet, audible sound; his hole clenched hard behind it and a fresh spurt of precum drooled from his cock onto the sheets. Nghhhh - fuck - that felt so good -“Well done my child, only six more to go, keep pushing,” Father John said. Jack obeyed, pushing them out one by one, moaning filthily when each egg stretched him open and rolled out onto the bed, his cock dripping steadily across the sheets. Unghh - how - how does that feel so good? I - don’t - understand!

“Ok my child, I’m going to start eating you out,” Father John announced. What? Jack barely had time to react. “Wait -what does th -” The words died as a hot, thick tongue speared straight into his loosened hole. Fuck! His tongue is inside me! What the fuck? It’s so thick and wet - unghhhh - holy fuck, I can feel it - nghhh- The sensation was overwhelming: wet, insistent, sliding deep and curling relentlessly against his prostate. Jack’s eyes rolled back, drool spilling from his open mouth onto the sheets as Father John devoured him: tongue fucking in and out, lips sucking noisily at the rim, occasional soft kisses that made his hole flutter and clench. Nghhh - what is this feeling - it’s like before - but - unghhh - different - The pleasure built fast, merciless; Jack’s cock throbbed untouched, smearing pre-cum everywhere.

“Father - I - erm - think -” he gasped, then came hard for the second time, cock spurting wildly across the bed sheets below, while his hole tightened around the priest’s tongue that remained buried inside him, working him through every pulsing wave. When the last tremor faded, Father John pulled his tongue out and said, “Nice job my child, now please get on your back.” Unghhh - nghh - fuck - “Yes Father,” Jack said softly, voice wobbling with pleasure from the aftermath of his first anal orgasm. 

Jack slowly flipped back over onto his back, legs shaking and watched as Father John got off the bed and began removing his robes, revealing his muscular cut frame, thick pubes, and large soft cock and balls. Wow his cock is so big and he’s not even hard! Is that what mine will look like in a few years if he’s right? God I hope so! Jack’s spent dick twitched back to life at the sight, slowly growing.

Father John walked around toward Jack’s face, his heavy cock and balls swinging as he moved. “Open wide my child.” What? Jack sat up slightly, alarmed. “Wait - but why? Isn’t this wrong?”

Father John ran one hand through Jack’s hair and said sweetly, “In order to speed up the process, I will need to penetrate you and if you don’t want it to hurt, you’ll need to wetten my penis first. This is the only way to not break your vow of chastity - otherwise you’d be penetrating - but it’s fine this way.” He’s got a point - but I don’t know? But he did say this is the only way - and if I go back and given into my urges - I’ll fall from God’s grace - I must do this, it’s the only way! Jack swallowed and nodded and he moved closer and opened his mouth and waited, as Father John guided the tip inside. Huh, this isn’t so bad, it’s kind of squishy, and a little salty too - kind of like a salty marshmallow.  “Ok, now my child, you need to move your tongue around inside, and start sucking like it’s a large straw. You think you can do that?”

Jack nodded and began doing as he was told. After about thirty seconds, he felt Father John’s cock growing and filling his mouth. Fuck he’s big! He’s filling my mouth - I don’t know if I can open any wider! When the tip nudged against his tonsils, he started to choke, but the priest held his head firmly. “Relax my child, breathe through your nose.” Yes father. 

Jack nodded, eyes watering as the fat cock slid deeper down his throat, triggering his gag reflex even more. I can’t - it’s too big - it can’t get any deeper! Jack tried to retreat slightly, but Father John placed his other hand on the back of Jack’s head and pushed him further down, until eventually Jack’s nose was pressed against thick pubes and his chin rested against the priest’s large balls. Fuck! His cock is down my throat - it’s too thick! I can’t breathe!

Jack instantly choked, grabbing at the priest’s hips, but Father John held him firm. “Breathe through your nose my boy,” the priest said softly. After ten long seconds of gagging and panicking, tears running down his cheeks, Jack finally managed to breathe through his nose - the priest’s manly musk filling his nose and lungs, which made his eyes roll back in his head. Mmm, fuck - he smells so good - mmm -“Good boy,” Father John said, releasing his head, as he pulled fully out. As soon as the fat tip left Jack’s mouth, a thick wave of saliva and precum poured from Jack’s gasping mouth and poured down his chin and onto his cum and wax covered chest. “Hmm, I think it’ll take a bit more,” Father John said, stroking his cock. Jack wiped the remnants off his chin and looked up at the now-hard cock. Oh my God! It’s massive! It’s the size of my fucking head! Will mine really get that big?

Jack swallowed, and opened wide again, this time taking the cock into his mouth himself, gliding his tongue underneath the shaft, as Father John pushed down his throat much faster this time, holding him at the base for a few seconds before pulling back - but not all the way - and thrusted in again. Oh wow, this is so much easier now that I’m not gagging! Father John throat-fucked him for three more minutes, before yanking abruptly out and Jack gasped for air. “Well done,” the priest said. “This should be much easier now, but as you are still a virgin, you will have to breathe out and relax your hole as much as possible, ok?”

“Yes Father.”

“That’s a good boy.” Father John walked to the base of the bed, opened Jack’s legs, and climbed on top, hovering over him. Jack looked down at the priest’s cock - twice the size of his own, thick as his wrist and 10” (25cm)- and gulped. *That’s going in me…*He closed his eyes as he felt the weight shift on the bed, as Father John positioned his slick tip against his hole. Breathe, just breathe!

Jack tried to relax as much as possible, struggling hard against the pressure building at his hole, until finally the fat head rammed inside. “Arghh!” Jack cried out, instinctively trying to jolt back up the bed and off the cock, but Father John held him firmly in place, the tip still inside. “Don’t worry my child, I’ll be gentle. Just relax, and take deep breaths.” It’s so big - unghhh - it hurts - it’s too big - nghh - I - fuck - I must - get yourself together Jack!

Jack nodded and breathed deeply, as Father John slid a few more inches in, which made Jack bite his lip to keep from yelling. “Are you nearly all in?” He asked, voice edged with pain. “You’ve got another half to go, my child,” Father John replied with a slight chuckle. “ANOTHER HALF? You’re kidding! I can’t, Father - it’s too much, you’re too big!” He said in an anxious tirade, as the thought of another five inches loomed just outside of his rim, awaiting passage to his insides. 

“My boy, Jesus suffered on the cross many times more pain than this - and he was greatly rewarded. This pain is many times less, and in a few minutes you’ll also be rewarded. Remember, this is the only way to treat your condition.” Without waiting for a response, Father John pressed deeper and Jack closed his eyes and winced as the thick shaft sank in. At about three quarters in, he clenched his jaw, as Father John’s massive cock hit a wall of some kind inside him, which initially refused to give, until Father John pushed his hips with some force and Jack’s insides spread open, allowing for the final three inches to bury themselves inside of him. Unghhh! Fuck! Nghhh! Jack groaned loudly, his own cock twitching hard, as his hole fluttered around the intruder.

“Wow, your virgin hole is so tight, my boy,” Father John said, voice low with pleasure. Jack groaned, “Unghh… yes -Father,” still feeling the burn but already feeling the first sparks of pleasure.

Father John pulled back and began fucking him, taking him in many positions: first long, deep missionary strokes while pinning the younger man down; then on his side with one leg held high so every thrust ground directly against his prostate; then doggy-style, gripping Jack’s hips hard and pounding until the bed creaked; then folded in half with Jack’s ankles by his ears, railing him mercilessly until Jack came for the third time - hands fisting the sheets, cock untouched, spraying across his own chest. A fourth orgasm hit while Father John had him bent over the edge of the bed, one foot on the floor, the other knee on the mattress, fucking him with short, brutal snaps of his hips.

By the time sunset began to creep in through the windows, painting the room in soft orange light, Jack was on top, riding Father John’s cock reverse-cowboy. “Please - unghh -Father -how much more?” he gasped, voice wrecked, body destroyed with pleasure and marked with four orgasms, saliva, wax and sweat. Father John, now in a sitting position with his arms wrapped around Jack, thrusting deep and fast, answered breathlessly, “One more orgasm should do, my boy.” Mmmm - one more - unghh - nearly there - I’ve got to speed up though!

Jack nodded and pushed Father John onto his back, gripped the priest’s thick pecs, and started bouncing up and down hard, the cock inside bulging visibly through his lower abs, while his own sore smaller cock slapped wetly against Father John’s sweaty abs. Unghhh - I can’t believe it feels this good - nghhh - Father John laced his hands behind his head, biceps flexing as he watched his cock be repeatedly swallowed by the ever more desperate Jack. Until suddenly Jack felt Father John’s pecs tense underneath him and then once more the priest raised himself into slight sitting position, grabbed Jack’s hips, pulled him down, and fucked up into him with renewed ferocity, abs clenching, sweat dripping.

“Fuck,” the priest growled, voice breaking. His cock swelled even thicker inside Jack as he came - hot, thick pulses flooding deep into the younger man’s guts. He’s cock is pulsing inside me - nghhh - oh fuck - he’s cumming! Unghhh why does that - nghhh - turn me - ON! Jack squirmed helplessly as his hole wrapped around the priest’s base, while his fifth orgasm started to rip through him, more powerful than any before. “UNGHHH FATHERRR!” He shouted out loud, wrapping his arm’s around the priest’s sweaty back and with a final desperate bounce on the spurting cock, he went over the threshold and had his fifth orgasm, weak ropes of cum streaking across Father John’s chest.

Jack instantly collapsed down onto the priest’s body, still skewered with his massive cock, which even after several minutes, only softened slightly inside of him, as he lay atop the priest, their bodies locked and slick. Until, finally Father John eased out with a wet, obscene sound and got off the bed - cum immediately leaking from Jack’s ruined hole, dripping down his thighs. Then the priest pulled his robes back on without cleaning up his cum-covered abs, and then reached down and felt Jack’s balls. “Well done my boy, they’re much more empty now, so you should be good for a little while. Though, in time they will refill and will need emptying again, so make sure you have found a wife by then.”

Jack nodded, flushed and dazed, legs still trembling as he stood. He wobbled slightly, hole aching and leaking, body marked with wax, cum, and sweat. Father John smiled gently. “Now you best head back my child, you’ll need your sleep to recover, and you don’t want to miss morning mass either.”

Jack nodded, and said: “Thank you for helping me Father,” blushing as he shook Father John’s hand, and walked down stairs, cum trailing down his legs, as he retrieved his discarded clothes, dressed quickly - lacking the energy to clean himself - and stepped out into the cool Easter night.

The church stood quiet behind him as he walked home on shaky legs - forever changed by the long, sacred vigil.

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(This story is fictional and all characters are over 18 years old)

When my fiance said that she wanted me to get to know her father better, I don't think that's what she thought.

It all started when I asked her to marry me. We're in a very stable relationship, me and Lisa, so I thought it was the right thing to do. We're both very happy, but after the engagement, she decided that we should wait until the honeymoon to do it again, that this would make it “more special”.

In the first week, I was fine. I had to masturbate a little but overall, it was easy. The second and third weeks we're getting a little hard for me to wait. After a month, I was begging her for at least a blowjob, just a fast one. She was determined to wait, I don't know how she was handling it.

Then a month became two, then three. And suddenly, I couldn't wait anymore. I was masturbating three or four times a day, my cock was becoming living flesh. After three year's with her, and fucking her constantly, I wasn't used to so much time without sex anymore. So… I am not happy with it, but I looked for a whore.

It was just sex, so I just took any cheap whore that I could find and brought her to a motel. It was terrible, I was so horny that I came in less than one minute, waited for like 15 minutes to try it again and see if I could hold any longer but came in less than two minutes again. So, besides the guilty, I was feeling a terrible fucker and thinking that our “special night” wouldn't be so much of a night, maybe a special second. But she continued steady as a rock in her will to wait.

Two or three weeks later, I was almost calling that hooker again. I didn't want to, but I was so horny again… and the stress of the wedding, choosing cakes, and flavors, and decorations, and all of this boring shit… I just needed to fuck something. That's when she called to her house, saying that she would be out for the day solving marriage stuff and her father, James, asked if I didn't want to meet him to “bond”.

Even though we've been together for three years, I didn't spend too much time with her father, but he always treated me with respect, so I thought “why not”. Since her mother passed away, she was very close with him, so I thought it would be a nice thing to do for her.

When I arrived there, she was out already. Her father invited me in and handed me a beer. He was in her fifties or sixties, maybe, but he didn't look old, he was very tall and strong, even though he had that famous “dad belly”. I always wondered why he didn't marry again, because even though I'm straight, I can see that any woman would think of him as a beautiful man. Besides, I also feel a little small around him, I am not really small, but he was way taller than me, and even though I do workout, he's just… bigger.

We sit in the living room, drinking beer and watching some random sports channel. We talked a little and it was a nice afternoon, and I was happy to go there. I had almost forgotten my horniness and even though maybe I just needed to spend more relaxing moments like that, watching sports with my soon to be father in law. That's when he changed the channel.

All of a sudden, without a warning, porn started to show on the television. I was surprised, imagining that maybe some of us sat in the remote by accident, but James didn't look surprised.

“Hm… James… I think you accidentally changed the channel”

“It wasn't an accident, Mike” he replied. The way he said my name was definitely unusual, still looking to the tv, where two hot women where fucking with a dude.

“you… want me to give you some privacy?” I asked, thinking that maybe that was just his weird way of saying that I should go.

“Of course not, this is for you! Don't you need some help to cum, since you and my daughter aren't doing it?”

I was speechless. She told him? That's not the kind of thing that I discuss with my parents.

“Look, man… I know you too are pretty close, but I don't feel comfortable talking about this with you, I hope you don't mind”, I said, trying to be respectful.

“Oh, so you prefer that I bring that whore you fucked last week? Maybe she could help you”

Now I noticed. The angriness in his face, his tense body. He did all this to catch me, to show that he knew and he would tell her.

“How… how do you know?” Wrong question, I immediately noticed.

“Does it matter?”

Of course not. Maybe he saw us going to the motel, maybe the receptionist was his friend and recognized me from some photos… but he was right, it didn't matter in the end.

“Please, don't tell your daughter. It was just a moment of weakness, I hated it, I was thinking of her the whole time!”

“Speare me” he said, firmly. I already had tears in my eyes “I won't tell her. She doesn't deserve that so close to her dream wedding”

“Oh, thank you! Thank you!” I reached out to hug him, but when I did, he said in my ears.

“But you're going to do a little thing for me”

My blood went cold. That tone… he wasn't thinking of anything good. I moved away from him, slowly.

“You're still horny, you see. I'm sure you're thinking of looking for that hooker again. This can happen. You need to cum? You should do it with your family.”

“I'm… I'm sorry?”

He got up and, very quickly, took out his shorts and underwear.

I couldn't move. My father in law was just showing me his cock and balls. And it wasn't any cock, it was also a big one, very proportional to his body, of course. And it wasn't even hard yet.

He didn't need to say anything. I understood. If I wanted him to keep his mouth shut, I would have to please him with mine.

“Please… don't make me do this”.

“You know what to do”.

“Please! I'm your son in law! This is just wrong!” I was crying again, but he just started to masturbate.

“Stop talking and do it!”

“Think of your daught-”

Then, he lost his patience and just shoved it all in my mouth. He took advantage that my mouth was open while I was talking to shove it all in at once. I felt the need to puke right away, but he held me there for a while, and when I thought I would pass out, he let me go and I started coughing.

“Did you like that, bitch?”

He didn't wait for a response, nor did he give me time to recompose myself. He fastly took my head again and repeated the process: he would shove his cock in and out, then hold it for a minute, and let me breathe just for a second before shoveling it all in again.

Suddenly, he was face fucking me. I could feel his brush all over my face. Dam, he was so furry! I was all shaved, his fucking daughter preferred that way. As I became more aware of our differences: of size, force and even furry, I just felt more and more like a bitch. Besides, the way he was calling me names, like “bitch” and “whore” and telling me that I was his now didn't help the feeling.

Weirdly, this feeling of being owned by him caused a sensation in me that I wasn't expecting. I suddenly noticed that my cock was hard. As the tip of his cock poke it at the back of my throat, again, and again, and again, and hearing his moans of pleasure, and hearing the girls in the porn movie on the television, it was just too much for my wanting cock and I just came in my underwear.

I probably moved in a different way while cumming, because he just looked down and saw. Terrible day to use white shorts. I cummed so hard that the stains were very visible. He grinned at me, in a weird, creepy way.

“So you are linking it.” He laughed. “You're a kink woman. Yeah, I'm a kink man too, that's why I could never find another wife after I became a widow. But you…” he held me strong, putting me on my feet again and started kissing me, kissed my mouth, my neck, he pressed my body against his and shoved a hand under my shorts, putting a finger on my butthole. “You're going to be a thigh fit to me… a new addition to the family: my new whore”

I tried to protest but he kept pushing his mouth against mine. If I opened just a little bit, his tongue invaded me. He was treating me like a girl he was dating. I was becoming his girl.

He kept passing his finger over my butthole, until he brought it back to the front and shoved it right in my mouth, and made me wet it. I knew why: the next second, he just invaded my butthole with it.

I tried screaming, but he just shoved his tongue in my mouth again. And the worst part was that the kissing was good. He was an amazing kisser, and it kind of reminded me of his daughter - wait, actually, that's the worst part. So even if it hurted like hell, thinking of her was making me get horny all over again.

His fingers were wet and slid easily, so it didn't hurt long. My hole started adjusting as he continued to finger it faster and deeper. He took one of my hands and put in his cock so I could masturbate him, and at this point I just did. I liked to tell myself that I was still fearing that he could ditch me, but I was so horny for so long that something in me was kind of liking it. Oh God, what's happening with me??

I felt when he put the second finger inside me, then the third, and also he reached the base of his hand. Deciding that I was already stretched enough, he moved me to the back of the couch, in a position that we could still watch the porn. He opened my legs and, with a big slap, asked:

“Are you ready for your cock, cunt?”

I trembled.

“Please, no, not this, don't do it, no-” and at the same time he shoved his underwear in my mouth, and his whole cock up to my asshole.

His briefs didn't smell - or tasted - so bad, James was obviously a clean guy. It still had some musk though, as if he was wearing it the whole day. But I couldn't concentrate much in the underwear, because the pain in my hole was immense. Even with the fingering my asshole still resisted, but he didn't care. He kept pushing it and pushing it, until I felt the tickle of his bush in my cheeks. With his cock completely inside me, he pushed my hair, kissed gently my face and said:

“Now girl, I'm really going to fuck you”.

And he did. He fucked me with all his might, going in and out my hole for several minutes. I kept screaming and screaming but the sound was muffled by his underwear in my mouth and it was only making me more tired and breathless, so it just gave up and tried to endure it. After a while, he pushed my whole body through my hair again and held me tight against his body. I could feel his belly in my back, our sweats mixing up, all while still fucking me. I let out a moan with the sudden movement and that made him take off the underwear and kiss my mouth again.

“Oh girl… I cannot believe how good this pussy feels” he whispered in my ears.

He laid me down in the couch with my legs open and started fuck me again, this time looking right in my eyes. This felt awkward but he was hitting some point inside me that was making me even MORE hard than before. I was leaking precum all over our bellies, and as leaned over me to kiss me again he held me tight and I was so taken away by the moment that I even tightened my legs around his hips. I gave up every resistance, the pain was still there but the horniness got the best of me. I was moaning out loud and kissing him back, I wasn't thinking anymore, I was pure wild lust.

As his pace quickened and his moans got louder, he approached my ears and said:

“Are you ready for my cum, bitch? Do you want your daddy to bread you?”

Unable to formulate a word, I just moaned. Suddenly, his cock started twitching and I could feel the loads of cum inside me. He kept fucking me for a while, slower and slower, until he stopped completely and felt over my body. As we were both there, catching our breaths again, I noticed that the porn had stopped at some point and that I also had come. I have no idea when, but the feeling of cum over my belly was a living proof of that.

As post nut clarity started to clear both of our heads, James got up and gave me a hand to help me stand up too. He was smiling now, no sign of the rage he was before.

“Let's take a shower before Lisa is back, shall we?”

As the water runned through my skin, I thought about everything that just happened. My soon-to-be father-in-law just r*ped me and it didn't look like he had any regrets. It looked like he liked, and a lot. He could even do it again. He had proof that I cheated on my fiance and could destroy the wedding if I didn't do what he wanted. Was this marriage worthed so much? Was Lisa worth this? But even if I tried breaking up with her… he could do worse. If he forced me like that just for cheating, what could he do to me for breaking up with her? I trembled with the thought.

“Is the water too cold, son?” he asked, turning the heat up. Suddenly, he was all caring. “You know, I was very angry with you for cheating, but I'm happy that you decided to compensate for that. You definitely did” he said, giggling a little bit. He was right in front of me, looking to my body with desire as he rubbed the soap all over me.

“Thank you, sir”, I responded, not knowing exactly what to say.

“You can call me daddy now”, he said. “After all, is that what I am, right? Your daddy-in-law” he joked, laughing again.

“Right… daddy” the word felt so wrong in my mouth.

“But I meant when I said that if you need to blow off some steam, you should do it in the family” he said, suddenly serious again “marriage is hard. That's what your daddy's for. Get it?”

“Yes… daddy”.

“Good” he replied, and then, turned me and pushed me over the wall. As he rubbed the soap around my ass, he pressed his body against mine and I could feel his cock twitch and get hard again. He line up so the tip of his cock started poking my still sore butthole. And you know what's the worst part? My cock was beginning to get hard too.

After my first part went down so well I thought I’d share another story. If I work out how to I’ll link the first part in the comments.

As most of mine and James experiences started we’ve just came back from the local pub and was a little drunk. We both went back to our own rooms to go to bed. When I hear a knock at my bedroom door, a few seconds later he walks in mumbling “ I can’t sleep, I want you” He then pulls back my covers and gets into my bed. Unbuckles his belt and pulls down his jeans to his ankles. His hard cock pressed up against his tight white underwear.

He grabs my hand and places it on his hard cock. I began to rub it and play with it while he leans over and starts to pull down my trousers. While he’s doing it I slide my hand inside his underwear and start to touch him all over, down to his balls and all the way to the tip of his cock. Once my soft cock is fully on show be starts to slowly jerk me off. He spits on my cock and uses it as lube to get me hard.

Once we’re both hard he leans over abs gets close to my ear “ I want us to suck each other.” He goes down to the other end of my bed and lays on top of me and begins to suck my cock. I lay there in complete shock with how good it feels having James mouth suck my cock. His cock is pressed up against my face but I don’t even react with how good it feels.

Just a few minutes later he readjusted his position and now his cock is pressed against my lips. I realise it’s my turn to suck his as well. I open my mouth and his cock flops into position almost filling my whole mouth. I begin to move my head up and down to suck all his cock. James is a pro at this taking my cock out his mouth and stats to lick my cock all the way down my shaft and to my balls before sticking it back in his mouth.

After slobbering all over my cock I can’t take much more and cum in his mouth. “Fuck that tastes so good” James moans. Now it’s his turn to cum and he starts to bounce his lower half up and down. His cock going deeper in my throat, his balls hitting my lips and his stomach hitting my chin. After a few bounces I feel a warm liquid hitting the back of my throat. I sit up and begin to cough a little.

He climbs back up to lay next to me and leans in and kisses me. He still has some of my cum on his lips and I can taste it as he kissed me. As it’s late and we are both drunk and tired we fall asleep pretty quickly without cleaning up. The next morning I wake up to us both naked and dried cum in the sheets and our bodies.

(This one’s a long one ~ but a hot one. Enjoy)

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains as I slowly woke up, the delicious smell of bacon and fresh coffee. I stretched under the covers, blinking a few times before realizing Mark wasn’t beside me anymore. I heard quiet clinking and humming coming from the kitchen, he was making breakfast for me again, just like he used to do on lazy weekends. I smiled to myself, the guilt from yesterday feeling a little farther away as my thoughts focused on the sweet gesture. I slipped out of bed, pulling on a loose pair of shorts before padding toward the kitchen to see my boyfriend Marky.

As I stepped into the kitchen, the sight that greeted me made me stop in the doorway. Mark was standing at the stove with his back to me, wearing nothing but a simple black apron tied around his waist. The thin fabric did absolutely nothing to hide his muscular ass. It was firm, round, and perfectly sculpted from all those long hours at the gym. His body was always perfect, but that ass was the definition of perfect. If he was a bottom, I’m sure he’d pull all the cock in the world… Every time he shifted his weight or reached for something, those powerful glutes flexed under the light, drawing my eyes like a magnet. As much as I was a trophie boyfriend, Mark himself was a trophie as well.. A rush of warmth spread through me as I watched him, suddenly feeling a lot more awake.

I smirked and walked up behind him quietly, sliding my hands around his waist and pressing my body against his back. “Mmm, trying to get me horny this early in the morning, Marky?” I teased, my voice low and playful. Before he could answer, I gave his firm ass a sharp, loud slap, watching the muscle jiggle under my palm. “You don’t even need that apron, babe. I’d love to see what’s swinging in the front.”

Mark let out a surprised laugh that quickly turned into a groan as I reached around, slipping my hand under the apron and wrapping my fingers around his thick, half-hard cock. I started stroking him slowly, feeling him swell quickly in my grip. “I need some milk for my coffee,” I whispered against his ear, giving his ass another playful squeeze while I pumped him faster, thumb teasing over the head. “Be a good boyfriend and fill my cup, yeah?”

Mark let out a shaky laugh, trying to focus on the stove even as his cock throbbed harder in my hand. “Babe… I still need to finish cooking breakfast,” he protested weakly, but his hips were already starting to rock forward into my fist, betraying him completely. I grinned against his neck and reached up with my free hand to grab a clean coffee mug from the cabinet, setting it on the counter right in front of him. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick,” I murmured, stroking him faster while I held the mug ready beneath the apron. “Just be a good cum cow for me and fill this cup up nice and thick. I want my coffee extra creamy this morning.”

The moment the words “cum cow” left my mouth, Mark’s breath hitched sharply. His muscular body tensed, his ass flexing hard against me as he let out a deep, helpless groan. “Fuck… Liam…” He tried to hold back for just a second longer, but it was no use. His cock pulsed violently in my grip and he started shooting thick, heavy ropes of cum straight into the mug I was holding, the warm liquid splashing against the bottom as I kept milking him through every spurt. Mark’s head fell back against my shoulder, panting hard while I gently squeezed the last drops out of him, the mug now noticeably heavier with his fresh load.

I pulled the warm mug up from under the apron, holding it carefully in both hands as I brought it closer to my face. I took a long, slow sniff of Mark’s fresh cum, letting the familiar, slightly salty musk fill my nose. This was exactly what I wanted. Mark’s load, warm and real, proof that I still belonged to him. A soft, satisfied hum escaped me as I breathed it in again. For a brief moment, I thought about how much fuller the cup would be if this was Luka’s cum, but I quickly shook my head, pushing the unwanted thought away and focusing back on Mark standing in front of me.

I set the mug down on the counter just long enough to press my chest against Mark’s back again, my lips brushing right against his ear as I whispered low and teasing, “Listen to me while I drink the milk you produced, cum cow.” Then I picked the mug back up, tilted it to my lips, and took the first long, slow swallow. The warm, thick cum slid over my tongue. It was salty and sweet per usual and still slightly sticky, coating my throat as I gulped it down with an audible, wet sound that echoed softly in the quiet kitchen. Another gulp followed, louder this time, the creamy texture sliding down easily and leaving a faint, familiar aftertaste that made my stomach full of satisfaction. Mark’s breath hitched hard as he heard every noisy swallow, every little satisfied hum I let out while I drained the mug completely, the last few drops chased by one final, deliberate gulp that I made sure he heard clearly.

I wrapped my arms around Mark from behind and kissed the back of his neck gently. “Thank you for breakfast, babe,” I murmured against his skin, my voice soft and genuine now. “You always know how to start my day right.”

Mark bit his lip, a shy but pleased little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he tried to focus on flipping the bacon. “You’re welcome, baby,” he replied, voice still a bit husky from what I’d just done to him. “Anything for my perfect trophy boyfriend.” He finished plating the food quickly, sliding a generous portion onto a plate for me before turning around in my arms. “But I really need to get ready for work now. Early meeting again today.” I felt a quiet wave of happiness wash over me as I watched him. I’d gotten my morning dose of Mark’s cum, warm and fresh, and everything felt a little more right with the world.

That warm, happy feeling didn’t last long. My phone buzzed loudly on the counter, instantly killing the soft glow in my chest. I picked it up and saw the message from Luka.

“Liam, round two. Right now. Today I have a long day at work, and I’m sure your boyfriend dose as well. If you don’t come this morning, we’ll have to fuck during work hours. Wouldn’t want to risk it over there right?.”

I sighed a bit… I didn’t even get to finish eating my fucking bacon… but he was right. I couldn’t risk getting caught at work… and it would be suspicious if I left to get fucked at night.

I sent a quick text to Mark letting him know I went to the gym. Then headed back over to the bastards apartment.

I stood in front of Luka’s door for a second, heart already racing, before knocking softly. The door swung open almost immediately and there he was. Luka, fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but a white towel slung low around his hips. His golden hair was still damp, water droplets sliding down his toned chest and abs, making his skin glisten under the morning light. The towel barely clung to his waist, hinting at the massive bulge underneath. He smirked the second he saw me, stepping aside to let me in while his eyes looked all over my body like he already owned it.

As I stepped inside, I couldn’t stop the words from slipping out, my tone sharper than I intended. “You should probably fuck more quietly if you’re gonna have other guys over. The walls are thin, you know.” The moment it left my mouth I felt a stupid flicker of jealousy twist in my gut, and I hated how it sounded. Luka’s smirk widened instantly, his blue eyes lighting up with clear amusement as he caught it right away. He closed the door behind me and leaned in close, still dripping wet, his voice low and teasing. “Aw, is that jealousy I’m hearing, Liam? Didn’t know you cared who I’m railing next door.”

I quickly tried to cover it up, crossing my arms and rolling my eyes. “It’s not jealousy, idiot. It’s for safety. If one of those whores have something, I don’t want to catch it.” Luka chuckled softly, stepping even closer until I could feel the heat radiating off his damp skin. His smirk never faded as he looked down at me with those piercing blue eyes. “Relax, you don’t have to worry about that. I’ve enhanced my body in a few… special ways. I’m basically immune to most risks now — no diseases, no accidents, nothing. I can fuck whoever I want, as loud as I want, and nothing bad ever happens. Makes things a lot more fun, don’t you think?”

I blinked, a little surprised by how casually he said it, but I didn’t want to dwell on it. The less I knew about his weird “enhancements,” the better. Instead, I reached into my pocket, pulled out one of the condoms I’d grabbed before coming over, and tossed it at his chest. “Whatever. Let’s just get this over with,” I muttered, already starting to pull my shirt off. “I have breakfast waiting and I don’t want Mark getting suspicious.”

Luka caught the condom easily against his chest, his smirk never fading. “Fine by me. Let’s make it quick then.” He turned and led the way down the short hall to his bedroom, the towel still hanging dangerously low on his hips. Once inside, he dropped the towel completely and sat on the edge of the bed, his massive twelve-inch cock already half-hard and resting thick against his thigh. He leaned back on his hands, looking up at me with that arrogant glint in his eyes. “Go on. Put the condom on using only your mouth. Show me how much you want to get this over with.”

I frowned, shaking my head. “That’s not one of the rules. I’m not doing that.”

Luka leaned back further on the bed, completely relaxed, his thick cock still soft and resting against his thigh. He gave a casual shrug and said, “Then I guess your not leaving today. I’ll make sure I don’t get hard unless you put the condom on with your mouth. And if I don’t get hard… the game doesn’t start. No sex, no cum from either of us, and we’ll be stuck in a stalemate.” His blue eyes locked onto mine, that smug smirk growing. “So what’s it going to be, Liam? We doing this or not?”

I clenched my jaw, frustration burning in my chest. I had no choice. “…Fine.”

With a frustrated sigh, I dropped to my knees between Luka’s spread legs. I tore open the condom wrapper with my teeth, then placed the rolled-up latex between my lips, holding it carefully with my mouth. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips against the soft head of Luka’s cock and slowly worked the condom down using only my tongue and lips. It was awkward and humiliating. I could feel the rubber unrolling inch by inch over his thick shaft as I bobbed my head, sucking and licking to slide it further down. His cock started to harden under the attention, swelling and lengthening until the condom was stretched tight around his massive twelve inches, the reservoir tip already bulging slightly at the end. I pulled back once it was fully on, breathing heavily through my nose, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Even through the thin layer of latex, Luka’s cock looked thick, heavy, and perfectly shaped, the veins bulging under the stretched condom. I couldn’t help but stare for a second, a reluctant spark of admiration mixing with the shame burning in my cheeks. It really was a monster, easily twice as thick as Mark’s and so much longer, the sheer size making my hole twitch with unwanted memory. Luka noticed my gaze and let out a low chuckle. “Like what you see?” he teased, then patted his thigh. “Come here. Sit on my lap so we can get started. I want you facing me.”

I hesitated for only a second before nodding. “Fine,” I muttered, climbing up onto the bed and straddling his lap so we were face to face. If I was going to survive this stupid game, I needed to put in real effort. I know that the sooner I made Luka cum and won a round, the sooner I could start adding my own rules and maybe gain some control back. I settled my weight down, feeling the thick, condom-covered head of his cock press right against my hole as I rested my hands on his damp shoulders for balance. My heart was already racing, knowing how much stretching was about to happen again.

I took a deep breath and slowly pushed myself down onto Luka’s cock, my hole stretching wide around the thick shaft. Inch after inch sank into me, the sheer girth forcing a shaky moan from my lips as I sank lower, feeling him fill me far deeper than Mark ever could. When I was finally seated all the way down, my ass flush against Luka’s thighs, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his in a needy kiss. I didn’t really want to kiss him, but I figured if I acted eager and desperate it might make him cum faster and end this quicker. I moved my hips in slow, deep rolls, kissing him harder while my tongue slipped into his mouth, trying everything I could to push him closer to the edge.

Luka’s eyes widened slightly in surprise when I leaned in and kissed him, but the reaction quickly melted into clear enjoyment. He let out a low, pleased hum against my mouth, his hands finally moving to rest on my hips as I rolled them in deep, needy circles. When I pulled back just enough to breathe, he smirked against my lips and murmured, “Well, well… someone’s feeling a lot more desperate this morning. Kissing me and everything? That’s new.” His voice was teasing, but there was a hungry edge to it as he watched me ride him, clearly loving the sudden shift in my behavior.

A small spark of triumph ran through me, this was working. If I kept being this eager and desperate, Luka would definitely cum faster and I’d finally win a round. I deepened the kiss immediately, pressing my chest against his and sliding my tongue deeper into his mouth, kissing him with messy, hungry strokes while I bounced harder on his thick cock. My hands tangled in his damp golden hair as I moaned into the kiss, putting on what I thought was the perfect desperate performance. Deep down, though, something dangerous was starting to shift… the more I forced myself to kiss him like this, the more my mind began latching onto how good he felt, how full he made me, and how different it was from anything Mark could give me.

I kept kissing Luka deeply, tongues sliding messily together as I started bouncing on his cock with more purpose, lifting my hips until only the thick head remained inside me before slamming back down hard. Each drop made my ass cheeks clap loudly against his thighs, the sheer size of him stretching my walls so perfectly that every ridge and vein dragged along my sensitive insides even through the condom. My own cock was rock hard and leaking between our stomachs, rubbing against his abs with every bounce. I moaned loudly into his mouth, rolling my hips in tight circles on the downstroke to grind his cockhead right against my prostate, the intense pleasure making my thighs tremble. Luka groaned against my lips, his hands gripping my ass tighter, but he still let me do all the work, clearly enjoying watching me desperately fuck myself on him.

The pleasure was building way too fast. I could already feel that dangerous pressure tightening in my core, my hole clenching greedily around Luka’s massive cock as every bounce sent sparks shooting up my spine. Fuck… I was getting close already, and we’d barely started. I needed to win this round so badly, so I forced myself to slow down, changing from frantic bouncing to slow, deep grinds. I rolled my hips in wide, deliberate circles, keeping him buried to the hilt while I kissed him slower and deeper, trying to drag it out and make him lose control first. My cock throbbed helplessly between us, leaking steadily onto his abs, but I bit back the moans and focused on the rhythm, determined not to cum before he did.

Luka suddenly chuckled against my lips, his hands gripping my ass tighter as he caught on to exactly what I was doing. “Ohh, sneaky little slut,” he murmured, voice low and amused. “Trying to slow down so you can win? Cute. But I won’t let you.” Before I could react, he planted his feet on the bed and thrust up hard, slamming his massive cock deep into me with brutal force. At the same time he pulled me into a rough, demanding kiss, his tongue invading my mouth as he started pounding me relentlessly from below. I couldn’t hold back the loud, broken moans that spilled out of me with every powerful thrust, my voice echoing off the walls as he fucked me senseless, hitting my prostate over and over again with merciless precision.

The pleasure hit me like a tidal wave, completely overwhelming any thought of winning or slowing down. My mind went blank as Luka fucked me senseless, each brutal upward thrust making my eyes roll back and loud, slutty moans tear from my throat. I was lost in it, body shaking on top of him, when Luka broke the kiss just enough to growl against my lips, “Say it. Tell me you love my cock.” Without any resistance left in me, I whimpered helplessly and obeyed. “I… I love your cock…” I moaned, voice broken and desperate as he kept pounding into me. “Fuck… I love your big cock…”

Luka’s smirk grew wide and satisfied, his hips never slowing as he drove into me with deep, punishing strokes. “Louder,” he demanded, voice rough with lust. “Say it like you mean it, slut.” I was too far gone to fight it. My head fell back, eyes squeezed shut as another hard thrust nailed my prostate. “I love your cock!” I cried out loudly, voice cracking with desperation. “I love your big fucking cock!” The words had barely left my mouth when my orgasm crashed over me without warning. My whole body seized up, toes curling hard as thick ropes of cum shot from my untouched cock, splattering across Luka’s chest and abs in heavy, pulsing spurts. My hole clenched violently around his massive length, spasming and milking him as wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through me, leaving me shaking and whimpering helplessly on top of him while my cock continued to twitch and leak.

Luka grinned victoriously as my body trembled through the last waves of my orgasm, his hands gripping my hips tighter. “That’s it… good boy,” he growled, clearly pleased with his win. He thrust up a few more times, hard and deep, before burying himself to the hilt with a low groan. His massive cock pulsed inside me as he started shooting his load, the condom rapidly filling with thick, heavy ropes of cum. I could feel the warm balloon swelling bigger and bigger inside my hole, stretching me even more as Luka pumped what felt like endless amounts of cum into the rubber. A shameful little whimper escaped me… I had missed this feeling so much. The heavy, bloated fullness pressing against my walls, the way it made my insides feel so completely claimed… it was addictive.

Luka stayed buried deep inside me for a few more moments, savoring his victory, before slowly pulling out. The condom was massively swollen, heavy with his thick load, the rubber stretched tight and sloshing as he carefully tied off the end. Still dazed and lost in the afterglow of my orgasm, I barely registered what was happening as he pushed the bloated, cum-filled balloon back into my hole with two fingers, stuffing it deep until it pressed firmly against my prostate again. A soft, needy whimper slipped from my lips, my body still twitching with residual lust. Luka smirked down at me, clearly enjoying how out of it I was. “New rule for today,” he said smugly. “From now on, whenever you’re in this apartment complex, you have to be completely naked. No clothes at all. Understand?”

I blinked slowly, still hazy from the intense orgasm and the heavy fullness pressing against my prostate again, but Luka’s new rule finally cut through the fog. “Wait… naked? All the time in the apartment complex?” I asked, shock clear in my voice as I sat up straighter on his lap. “How the hell am I supposed to hide that from Mark? He lives here too.” Luka just leaned back on his hands, that smug smirk still firmly in place, and shrugged like it was the simplest thing in the world. “That’s not my problem. That’s up to you to figure out, slut. Rules are rules. You agreed to play the game.”

I nodded slowly, my mind already racing as I tried to come up with some kind of believable excuse to explain to Mark why I’d suddenly be walking around the apartment completely naked all the time. Before I could say anything else, Luka reached down and gave my ass a firm, possessive shake, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he smirked up at me. “Good boy. Now get out of here.” He gave me one last playful slap on the ass before lifting me off his lap. I stood on shaky legs, the heavy condom still lodged deep inside me, and headed for the door without another word, already dreading how I was going to explain any of this to Mark.

As I walked back to our apartment, the heavy condom shifting inside me with every step, my mind kept drifting back to the kisses. I had been the one to lean in first, the one who deepened them, the one who moaned into Luka’s mouth like I actually wanted it. The memory made my stomach twist with guilt and confusion — why had I done that? Why had it felt so easy? I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away as I reached our door and opened it. Mark was in the entryway, already putting on his shoes and adjusting his tie, clearly getting ready to leave for work.

Mark looked up the moment I stepped inside, his eyes widening slightly as they ran over my completely naked body. “Babe? Why are you naked?” he asked, one eyebrow raised in confusion while he finished tying his shoe.

I froze for half a second before forcing a casual shrug and a playful smile. “I spilled coffee all over my clothes while you were in the shower earlier,” I lied smoothly. “It was a whole mess, so I just stripped down and threw everything in the wash. Figured I’d stay naked until I find something clean. Saves time, right?” I walked over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, hoping the excuse sounded believable enough.

Mark paused for a moment, tilting his head as he studied me with a slightly skeptical look, but then his eyes drifted down over my bare body and a slow, appreciative smile spread across his face. “Alright… if you say so,” he said with a soft chuckle, clearly not complaining at all. “Not that I’m mad about it. Getting to see all this beauty walking around the apartment is definitely a perk.” He leaned in and gave me a quick, warm kiss on the lips before straightening up again. “Just don’t forget to throw some clothes on before you leave the apartment, okay? Wouldn’t want the neighbors getting an eyeful.”

I smiled and nodded quickly, trying to keep my voice light. “Yeah, of course. I’ll throw something on if I need to go out.” Then, taking advantage of his good mood, I added with a teasing grin, “Maybe I’ll just stay naked around you all the time from now on… just for you.” The words came out playful, but deep down I knew the real reason…. it was because of Luka’s new rule, not because I wanted to surprise Mark. Still, seeing the way Mark’s eyes lit up made the lie feel a little easier to swallow.

Mark’s face lit up with genuine happiness at my words, his eyes softening as he stepped closer. He reached out and grabbed a handful of my bare ass, squeezing it possessively before giving it a firm shake and a sharp slap that made the flesh jiggle. “Mmm, I’m glad this cute ass is all mine,” he murmured, voice low and affectionate as he gave it another playful slap. “All day, every day… just for me.” I forced a smile, my heart pounding as the heavy, cum-filled condom Luka had stuffed back inside me shifted with every movement, pressing warmly against my walls while Mark had no idea what was really hidden deep in the ass he was claiming.

Mark grinned and slid both hands to my ass, spreading my cheeks apart playfully as he leaned in to kiss my neck. The moment he did, the heavy, overfilled condom shifted inside me and started to slide outward slightly, the knotted end peeking just a little toward my entrance. I panicked and clenched my hole tightly around it, forcing the bloated rubber back in deep. The sudden pressure pushed the warm, sloshing balloon firmly against my prostate, sending a sharp jolt of unwanted pleasure through my body that made my cock twitch and my breath hitch. Mark didn’t notice a thing, still happily kneading and spreading my ass while he murmured, “Fuck, I love this view…”

Mark kept kneading my ass for a moment longer before finally letting my cheeks go, though his hands stayed resting on my hips. He chuckled softly against my neck and said, “By the way, the neighbors were pretty loud this morning. I could hear everything through the wall while I was getting ready.” He pulled back just enough to look at me with a playful, slightly turned-on smirk. “It was actually pretty hot… hearing that guy moaning and saying ‘I love your cock’ over and over. Sounded like he was getting wrecked pretty good.”

Mark’s hands stayed on my hips as he tilted his head, still smiling with that lazy, turned-on look in his eyes. “I wonder if the neighbors can hear us too when we go at it,” he said with a soft laugh. Then he added, almost wistfully, “That bottom this morning sounded so lucky though… getting railed by such a good cock. The way he was moaning ‘I love your cock’ like that… damn, must’ve been huge.”

Mark’s words sent an unwanted rush of heat through me. My cock twitched and started to harden against my thigh, the memory of moaning those exact words while riding Luka’s massive cock flashing through my mind. I tried to hide it, but my body betrayed me anyway. Mark didn’t seem to notice my growing erection. He leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips, the same lips that had been wrapped around Luka’s cock and kissing him deeply just minutes ago, before pulling back with a warm smile. “Have a good day, babe. I’ll see you tonight,” he said, then grabbed his bag and headed out the door for work, leaving me standing there naked, conflicted, and half-hard.

Once the door clicked shut behind Mark, I stood there for a moment, still half-hard and feeling the heavy condom shift inside me with every breath. I walked over to the bathroom, positioned myself in front of the large mirror, and took a few pictures — one showing my naked body from the front with my cock starting to harden, and another turning around to show off my ass, the faint red handprints from Mark still visible on my cheeks. I didn’t notice it, but the little knot was sticking out from my hole.I sent the best one to Mark with the caption

“A little present for you at work 😉 thinking about you already.” After hitting send, I let out a long sigh and leaned against the sink, staring at my reflection. Day two had barely started, and I already felt completely overwhelmed.

(Whew! A long chapter, but I hope you all liked it. Question for everyone, what are your thoughts on mpreg, do you guys want that possibility or is it a turn off? In this world, Luka has ways to get men pregnant if he wanted, but if requires a pill. I think it would add a layer of risk that could be fun to explore. Let me know your thoughts! And let me know what you thought of this chapter 😉 I live off your comments haha xD)

Part 1 https://www.reddit.com/r/gaysexconfessions/s/TbaUYuKjjy

Part 2 https://www.reddit.com/r/gaysexconfessions/s/ANaXqSTSGn

Part 3 https://www.reddit.com/r/gaysexconfessions/s/NXPgWOQNOf

Part 4 https://www.reddit.com/r/gaysexconfessions/s/2Yf7S8YZDu

Part 5 https://www.reddit.com/r/gaysexconfessions/s/neHkXlwsQJ

Part 6

Just as a new day began with the dawn, so started also with my two stepbrothers something entirely new. At least, that was the feeling that rose up inside me as I looked out the window after blowing my younger stepbrother for a second time. The days of indifference - when I was cold and condescending toward them - are over. Now, I love them for the way they use me.

The new week has begun, and honestly, they just love shoving their fat cocks down my throat. Both of them are horny all the time, and they don’t hide it from me anymore. When we run into each other in the house, they look at me differently than before - neither of them can help but smirk at me constantly. They try to act as normal as possible, but the tension in the air when we’re standing in the kitchen together or eating a meal is palpable. I’m sure I’m constantly mooning over them, and they seem to like how much I’m into them. It’s become my new hobby to be there for them whenever they want, for whatever they want. I’ve simply become addicted to them and their dicks, and I hope that one day they’ll take a liking to my ass as well. Regardless, I tease them with my ass every chance I get. Sometimes they even touch it.

Up until now, this whole story has surprisingly managed without many details. I’ve intentionally left out some significant particulars. But for the sake of the story and out of interest, I’ll provide more information about my stepbrothers and myself at this point. For those readers who would rather keep their current imagination of the three of us, please just skip to the next text passage. Both of my stepbros are total hotties, huge cummers hung more than 8" (the younger one about 8", the older one 9"), and a typical straight attitude. I guess they’ve got me hooked now. I’ve always loved watching solos of big guys, and when they cum heavy like that, I’m just blown away. My older stepbro is 24, about 6'3", with short brown hair and blue eyes. My younger stepbro (22) is about 6'1", with blonde hair and also blue eyes. A little bit about me: I’m 19 years old, 5'8", and weigh 154 lbs. Brown hair and blue eyes. I’m slim, but I don’t really work out. My dick is 6". I’ve actually received a lot of compliments on my butt.

The following weeks were just intense for me. I can literally feel that I’ve found my calling. Now, I'm their don't even have to ask cocksucker. It happens almost daily. And even if there’s a break for a few days, I look forward to it even more because of their - usually even bigger - loads. On some days, one stepbro comes three times while the other doesn’t at all. Or both twice on the same day. It varies quite a bit, but they love getting head, preferably right where they stand. I was a dedicated cock sucker even before them, but these two are taking my skills to a whole new level. Poppers is definitely my best friend for deepthroating now…

Some things have almost become a routine. They especially love having their morning wood sucked off. For that, I’m happy to accept having to wake up earlier. In general, I now like to plan my whole week around the two of them, and they love that I’m always there for them. Otherwise, they like to strip down in the bathroom before showering or in the kitchen while waiting for food. The two of them still like watching porn together in the living room, only now they enjoy being served while doing it. Mostly, however, each of them lets me blow them individually. In their own rooms, they also like to spend more extensive time with me. I'm looking forward to presenting some of these stories in the upcoming parts. Besides, how they let me know and how I present my hungry ass to them. And also, how after two or three months, new and crazy things continue to develop with them. A lot is definitely going to happen.

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This is a true story and everyone was over the age of 18

I was house sitting a place for a few weeks over the summer. I got bored and decided to snoop around and discovered the wife of the owners panty drawer. I had been watching sissy videos and sissy hypno porn for a long time and the idea of having the whole house to myself and wearing panties turned me on. I chose the sexiest pair - yellow lace panties with little flowers - got naked and put them on and was in them for the rest of the day. By the time it was evening I was so fucking horny. I jumped on grindr and after a few chats, an older guy (late 50s) got chatting and a few exchanged pics later and we decided that we would meet and find somewhere discreet.

I hopped in his car and ended up near the beach - he got us to move to the back seat where he got me on my knees and got me sucking his cock. 6.5inches, but nice and thick. he would play with my ass and loved that i was wearing panties. he face fucked me and made me deepthroat his cock. calling me all sorts names. finally he came down my throat. it was fucking hot. I'm now married and I still find myself thinking about the hot experiences like these that I have had!

I met this guy at a bar last weekend who was *way* too into my jokes - like, borderline suspicious. We ended up back at his place, and let’s just say he lived up to the hype because damn. The next morning, he handed me coffee like we were some kinda happy little couple instead of two randoms who hooked up in a dark corner of the city. He’s got this messy hair and a smirk that says he knows exactly how good he is, 24M. I left before he woke up, but I’m still thinking about his stupid grin hours later.

I (18M) always thought I was straight until I started getting guy's attention on my ass. I always thought it looked normal until someone made me notice how fat it was. So naturally I was ashamed. But soon I started to get those playful spanks guys give eachother at the gym and kinda change my mind.

Now... Idk if I'm straight, I've been edging for 8 hours on gay porn, only stopping to eat, and haven't cummed once, I feel like I should put something in my ass... but I'm scared.

I hope I'm not gonna become a gay slut.

So like the title suggests this happened last night and I literally can’t stop thinking about it so might as well tell all of Reddit about it right?

I’m M 22, Black, complete submissive bottom.

Typically I get bored easily so I’m alway posting about trying to find someone to give head on here (if you haven’t picked up, I love giving head lol) and last night I had a bite.

The most handsome blonde white guy I had ever seen. He was 20, 6’3, straight, and best of all had a fat cock to. We exchanged some info and I found out he loved to throat fuck which turned me on 10 times more when he asked me to come over and face fuck me on his back porch.

I pulled up to his house and could feel the aura shift immediately. I don’t know why but seeing just how tall and built he was in person made my knees so weak. Especially when we went behind his house and I got to see his dick in person.

Immediately my mouth began to water. I dropped to my knees and the first thing I did was taste the tip. I love feeling a man’s tip enter my mouth for the first time and smelling his scent while I take him balls deep. He was fucking perfect. I had to stop for a second before he came too quick but he couldn’t believe how hungry I was. In just 3 minutes I had already left his dick so covered in spit it looked like he’d just got done fucking a pussy.

Then, he started to throat fuck me. I basically went to heaven not gonna lie. I wanted to pull my dick out and cum with him face fucking me but I wanted to focus on his pleasure only. He warned me he was gonna cum but that just made me work for it more. He picked up the pace and used my throat like a pussy before I took him balls deep down my throat.

Best nut I’ve never tasted to be honest. Hearing a man come undone while he blows his load down my throat is gonna do it for me every time. I put my hands around his legs to support him and made sure I swallowed every drop from his bwc.

Afterwards he shook my hand (was the most polite straight man I’d ever met) and I went on home.

Literally can not get it off my mind and I’m eagerly waiting the next time we see each other lol.