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Click on the 'My Stories' tab for a complete list of my dirty stories. You can follow me on twitter: @CharliesStoriesC. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.comBlogger169125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-46538056725577334262019-01-23T19:41:00.000-08:002019-01-23T19:41:00.874-08:00Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 11Here's a new chapter for you guys. FYI: This one gets a little dirty đ<br />
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----------------------------------------<br />Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 11<br />C. Charlie - CharliesStories@yahoo.com<br />cceroticstories.blogspot.com<br />Twitter: @CharliesStories<br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />From the end of Part 10: <br />Sean didn't tell me about what had happened. Luis called that night to let me know that Sean and Jose's sex life had taken a turn. "Trust me," Luis said, "My boy was getting fucked." <br /><br />I wasn't sure how I felt about it. On the one hand, Sean had been told that he wasn't supposed to fuck or even get sucked off without my permission. On the other hand, my son had finally found a guy that liked him, maybe even loved him. What kind of sadistic dad gets in the way of that? Plus, I had Sam around to fuck with if I needed a sub.<br /><br />More importantly, and to his credit, Sean did fess up the next morning. I told him that we would talk about it later, and I saw his cock harden in his sweatpants. Sean knew that âtalking about itâ meant telling me the story and including every erotic detail. Playtime would be better than usual tonight.<br /><br />When Sean came home, I made him strip and tell me about sex with Jose. The whole time Sean sat between my legs, naked, and I toyed with his body as he talked. As he recounted everything they did and said to each other, I confirmed that Sean had found something special with Jose. When it was over, I licked the back of Sean's neck. <br /><br />"You forgot your place, but I forgive you," I said. Then I bit the skin at the back of his neck, "But you'll need to be punished." <br /><br />---------------------------------------<br />
<a name='more'></a><br />"You can't go breaking my rules, son." I said to Sean as he walked to me and started to play with my cock. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away. "Nah, you don't get that. What kind of punishment would that be?" <br /><br />Sean reached for my dick again. I grabbed his arm and bent him over my knees. I ripped his jeans off, and he whined as I roughly pulled them down underneath his ass cheeks.<br /><br />"Looks like we're back to square one, son, you over my knees, taking a beating for being a fuck-up.â <br /><br />I pulled open his cheeks. His asshole was tight, pink, and smooth. He'd shaved away the little bit of blond hair that used to ring it. "Your new man likes you smooth, huh?" I said as I ran my finger across his brutalized hole, "And apparently he likes to fuck. How many loads did he give you these last few weeks." <br /><br />"I don't know, dad, sir." Sean said. <br /><br />"One a day, two?" <br /><br />"At least two. Sometimes more." <br /><br />"And then suddenly he lets you fuck him. How'd that come about?" <br /><br />"Uh, I don't know." Sean paused. I teased his hole some more and felt him harden underneath me. I rubbed him softly, waiting for him to let me know the rest. Then he grunted and said, "He, uh, he wanted me to make love to him. That's what he said." <br /><br />"You two are really into each other aren't you?" <br /><br />"Yes," he hissed as I pulled at the side of his hole. <br /><br />"Does he treat you good?" <br /><br />"So good," Sean moaned. <br /><br />"You should have told me." I took my hand away and slapped his ass hard. <br /><br />"I know." Sean said with a grunt. I rubbed his ass cheek as a big red hand print appeared. <br /><br />I slapped Sean again. He responded with a yelp of pain but I felt him press his dick into my knee. He was humping against me, loving the beating his ass was taking. <br /><br />"You think you're a big man now? Do you think you don't need my help anymore?" <br /><br />"No." Sean yelped as I gave him three or four quick slaps. <br /><br />"I'm not so sure," I said, "I think you're pretty grown up. You managed to put your little spell on a big strong Marine." I leaned down toward his head and whispered, "He's a fucking beast. You did good, son." <br /><br />Sean groaned. He was clearly thinking about Jose and his body. I wished that I could have seen them go at it. I would have liked to watch my boy crawl up between that hulk's legs and slip his dick into him, losing his virginity to a strong man and finally finding a connection with a man who could love him the way he needed to be loved. <br /><br />"What are you going to do now that he's gone?" I smacked him again, <br /><br />"Wait, I guess." <br /><br />"You think you'll be able to go that long without dick? I don't think so." <br /><br />"I've got you, and, uh, Sam." <br /><br />"Sam's not fucking my boy anymore." I said with a hard slap. "I've added him to my stable. That little stud likes to be roughed up." <br /><br />Sean moaned. I couldn't tell if it was a moan of despair knowing that his friend wasn't going to be dicking him down anymore or because his ass was burning from the continued spanking. <br /><br />"You need to go find yourself a new guy." I said as I shoved off of him. I grabbed the bulge in my shorts and shook it at him, "You're not getting anymore of this until you show me that you can provide for yourself. You know what they say, you can give a fag a dick and he lives for a day, but if you teach a fag how to get his own dick, he'll be happy for life." <br /><br />Sean was staring at me from the floor. His mouth was watering and his hard cock was hanging out of the front of his jeans. He just rolled his eyes at me and fell onto the floor. <br /><br />"Come on." he groaned, "At least sleep with me tonight. I'm lonely." <br /><br />"Quit being such a bitch. I know you like dick, but you're my son, not some whiny little girl." <br /><br />"Fine." He grumbled as he got up and walked out of my room. <br /><br /><br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />The next day, Sean was already hungry for a feeding, and he didn't know where he could go to get some. He decided to hang around late and wait for Chaz. They hadn't hooked up in months, but at least Sean knew that Chaz had a read on other gay guys at school. He was at baseball practice, and Sean waited for him in the locker-room. <br /><br />It wasn't Chaz who walked in but Greg, a senior who played catcher. Sean studied him as he opened his locker and got ready to undress. He had brown hair a few inches long that he swept to the side. His body was lean and solid, and he stood about six feet tall. His ass was huge and round, the product of hours spent squatting in position. <br /><br />"If you're waiting for someone, most of the guys left early. There's only a few of us left." <br /><br />"Oh." Sean said. <br /><br />"Chaz isn't one of them." Greg said flatly, "if you're hungry for dick." <br /><br />Greg turned and smiled at Sean. "Your secret isn't much of a secret. If we didn't like Chaz so much, everyone would know. I don't have a problem with you or him, if it matters. We like what we like." <br /><br />Sean didn't know what to say. He stared at the eighteen year-old jock, looking at his ass, and wondering if he was about to get a taste of his cock. Then he realized that this might be his chance. Why would Chaz have told Greg if he didn't think that Greg would be cool with it? <br /><br />"Yeah, well, I know what I like." Sean said. He stared at the bulge between Greg's legs. It was big and round, the shape of a hard cup, hiding whatever prize Greg actually packed. The sexy uniform made him even hotter, hugging his body in all of the right places. <br /><br />Greg pulled his uniform shirt off and then the compression shirt underneath it. His body was lean and well defined, and there was a little patch of dark fur between his pecs. His arms were thick with a wide vein running over his biceps. Greg ran a hand across his stomach and then hung up his uniform and tossed his undershirt into his bag. <br /><br />"I'm sure you do." Greg flashed Sean a crooked smile. "From what Chaz told us, you're kind of a freak. Like, the freakiest person, guy or girl, at this school." <br /><br />Sean blushed, but didn't say anything. Greg ran a hand across his chest and behind his neck. His arm lifted and a tuff of dark brown hair peaked out. His bulge, still shapeless and round, didn't betray what he was thinking or what he wanted. <br /><br />Greg sat down on the bench. "Do you like me? I mean, I'm just asking, since I know you stare at all of us in the locker-rooms. Do you think I'm one of the hot guys?" <br /><br />"Definitely." Sean said quickly. "You're totally hot." <br /><br />Greg took off one of his shoes and then his long sock. He balled up the sock and put it into the shoe. Then he tossed them both toward Sean. <br /><br />"Show me." Greg said. He turned to his other shoe, but didn't stop looking at Sean. <br /><br />Sean picked up the shoe and pulled out Greg's long sock. It was damp with sweat. He took the shoe and pressed it against his face, inhaling the smell of Greg's foot, leather, and dirt from outside. He took a few deep breaths before he moved the sock to his nose. He rubbed the sweaty fabric against his face and smelled the musky aroma. <br /><br />Greg didn't say anything. He stood up and ran a hand over his bulge. "Chaz says that your blow jobs are the best he's ever had. You want to do that to me?" <br /><br />Sean looked at Greg. There was no way this guy was making all of this noise without expecting to get blown. He took a few steps toward Greg, then dropped to his knees in front of the young jock. He leaned in and ran his tongue over the big, round, hard, bulge that hid his cock. <br /><br />Greg smiled and then opened up his pants. He took a step backward and stepped out of his shorts. He was wearing white compression shorts with a neon green strip down the sides. A tuft of pubic hair reached up from his groin toward his belly button.<br /><br />Sean leaned forward and licked the bulge again. <br /><br />"Show me how much you want my dick?" Greg said. His face was red and he was breathing hard. He was pretending to be cool and collected, but Sean could tell that this was a new experience for him.. <br /><br />Sean licked again and then he pushed his face against the side of Greg's cup, trying to push it aside and get at his cock. Then he moved underneath, pressing his nose against the place where Greg's balls would hang. He pulled away and looked up at Greg with wide eyes, begging him to give him more. <br /><br />Greg reached into his pants and took out the cup. Immediately, the tight fabric wrapped around at least seven inches of hard teen cock. Greg moved to toss the cup into his bag, but Sean took it from him and pressed the cup over his nose and mouth. He took in the fresh, sweaty aroma of Greg's cock and balls. He ran his tongue over the inside as he pulled it away so that Greg could see. <br /><br />"Fuck." Greg said. He took a deep breath as he watched Sean take another breath, huffing the smell of his body, worshiping his dick before he'd even seen it. "Fuck." he said again. <br /><br />Just then there was a sound outside the door. Greg quickly turned to his locker. Sean tossed the cup in his bag and got up off his knees. His dick was hard and he wasn't wearing anything underneath his shorts. It would be impossible to hide his tent. <br /><br />"What're you doing in here, bro? It's been forever." <br /><br />Sean turned around and saw Grayson, Greg's identical twin brother. In a second he realized he was either going home with the worst case of blue-balls ever or two identical loads of sperm in his stomach. <br /><br />Sean looked back at Greg. He turned toward Grayson and didn't do anything to hide his boner. Grayson's eyes went straight to the tent in Sean's shorts, and then he walked over to his brother. He grabbed his shoulder and turned him toward him. Greg's cock was still hard and the front of his shorts were wet with Sean's spit. <br /><br />"What the fuck, bro?" he asked. <br /><br />"I don't know," Greg stuttered, "He, like, seduced me." <br /><br />"Yeah, I'll bet." Grayson didn't seem happy or horny. He seemed a little pissed off. "Did you seduce my brother, dude?" <br /><br />"Yeah, I did." Sean said. He looked at the identical bulge between Grayson's legs. He wanted those dicks, both of them, in his mouth. He wondered if the two guys smelled the same, tasted the same, and fucked the same. He needed to have them. "I love to suck dick, and I love it when jocks like you take charge. I begged him for it. I begged him to let me taste him, suck on his nuts, bury my face in his pubes. I begged him for it." Sean said one last time. <br /><br />Greg took charge. "Open up your pants, bro, and we can do this together. Why not get off when you've got a chance? This guy is willing and no one will ever know." Greg rubbed his brother's shoulder, "He fucking smelled my cup, bro, licked it from the outside and then sucked up the sweat on the inside. He'll suck the shit out of our dicks if we let him." <br /><br />Sean didn't give Gray a chance to think about it. He got back down on his knees and began to unbutton the guy's pants. As he did, he ran his tongue over his hard bulge, looking up at him with wide eyes. Greg stepped in and gazed back down at him. He nearly came as he looked up into identical eyes staring at him from identical faces. <br /><br />Gray's pants fell to his knees and Greg dropped his too. Sean pulled the hard cup out of Gray's pants and smelled it just like he had done for Greg. Suddenly, Gray got into the game. He took the cup from Sean and clamped it over his face, putting his other hand on the back of his head to hold it tight. <br /><br />"That's right, fucking smell my junk." Gray said, "Man, we knew you were gay, but this, this is fucking depraved." <br /><br />"I love it." Sean muffled as he breathed in the young jock's stink. <br /><br />Gray dropped the cup and pulled Sean into his jock covered bulge. Sean chewed and sucked on his long cock pushing it to the side and trying to get the head out. Greg stepped in and pressed his bulge against Sean's face. Sean turned and licked that too. The guys were wearing the same brand of shorts, and Sean wondered if they shared the pairs. <br /><br />He reached up and pulled at the waistbands of their shorts, one guy in each hand. Their cocks popped out at the same time. Gray was rock solid, and his dick shot nearly straight up against his stomach. Greg was nearly as hard, and his cock pointed straight at Sean's face. He took one dick in both hands. The guys were both cut, and their cocks were the same length. He wanted to press them against each other, but didn't know if the guys were up for dick to dick contact. <br /><br />Sean opened his mouth but Greg stopped him. "You haven't earned that yet, dude." <br /><br />He lifted his dick and pushed his low hanging nuts into Sean's face. His crotch was hairy, especially under his sack, surrounded with thick straight brown hair. <br /><br />Sean licked at his balls, pulling the skin up and letting them spill out over his tongue. He could taste the salt and sweat on them and ran his flat tongue over all of the skin. He did the same to Gray, diving in and pushing his cock out of the way with his nose. The guy gasped when his tongue first made contact and Sean guessed that this was his first time having his junk devoured. <br /><br />Sean was about to move to Gray's cock when a voice called out behind him. "Make him eat your ass. He loves jock butt." Both guys startled but calmed down when they realized it was Chaz. He was already unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his cock. He stroked it silently while Sean continued to work around the base of the twins dicks. <br /><br />Chaz walked behind Gray and wrapped his hands around his chest. He took the boys cock in his hand and fed it to Sean. Apparently, these two had had fun together before. As Sean sucked, Chaz put a towel on the floor and told Gray to sit down. <br /><br />"Lean back and lift your legs." Then he tapped Sean on the side of the head, "Get to work, boy." <br /><br />Sean crawled between Gray's legs, pressing his nose into Gray's balls and then dug his tongue in deep between his cheeks. Immediately, the stud's hands were on the sides of his head, pulling him deeper and pressing his balls against his forehead. <br /><br />"That's insane. Get in there, dude." Gray said sternly, "Holy shit, eat my ass." <br /><br />Sean dug his tongue into Gray's asshole, causing him to shudder. He could tell that Gray was putting on a show, pretending to be much more experienced than he was. As Sean's expert mouth went to work on his asshole, lapping at his tight rosebud and taint, Gray was reduced to an incoherent mess. <br /><br />Sean's ass was in the air and Chaz pulled down the back of his shorts. He slapped each cheek softly, and then spanked Sean with a hard slam. Sean pulled out and gasped at the force of each hit. Chaz kept slapping him, getting his cheeks hot and red. Then he plunged a finger into Sean's hole, turning it around and digging into his prostate. <br /><br />"Sit down, dude." Chaz said to Greg. Greg slipped out of his pants, still wearing his open jersey shirt, and sat down next to his brother. He lifted one leg, reached under it and grabbed Sean by the hair. He pulled him away from his brother and shoved his nuts into Sean's face. <br /><br />"Suck my boys, dude." Sean dove onto his balls, running his tongue over them. "Nah, man, get those sweaty nuts into that mouth and suck them." <br /><br />Sean did just that, sucking hard and pulling the balls away from Greg's body. His brother got in on the action, running his fingers through Sean's hair and pulling on it softly. Greg's hands were at his side and his head had rolled back. He was enjoying the attention. <br /><br />Chaz shoved another finger into Sean's asshole, causing Sean to spit out Greg's balls. He buried his face in the jock's pubes as Chaz finger fucked him, hard and deep. He was breathing in the scent of Greg and realized that he tasted and smelled exactly the same as his brother. They were identical in every way. <br /><br />Chaz leaned down next to him, still driving into his ass with his fingers. "You like this, don't you perv, two brothers. Identical twins. Every fag's dream come true.â <br /><br />Sean moaned a yes. <br /><br />"Stand up dudes." Chaz said to the twins. They stood up over Sean, two hard dicks bouncing with every heart beat. Chaz grabbed Greg's cock and pulled it over to Gray's Then he pointed the identical dicks at Sean.<br /><br />"Eat up, slut." <br /><br />Sean took both cocks into his mouth, just as Chaz slipped a third finger into his ass. Chaz whispered in his ear again, "Ride my fingers, dude. Ride me while you suck their dicks. Get yourself off." <br /><br />Sean bounced up and down on Chaz's fingers. They didn't go deep, but they stretched him out and Chaz had at least one finger on his button the whole time. At the same time, the twins stretched his mouth out with their cocks, shoving them inside his cheeks and rubbing them across his face. He was in heaven, and slowly felt his orgasm build. When he reached behind and placed one hand on each twin's muscular ass, he couldn't hold back. <br /><br />"Fuck," he groaned as he came. He licked at a cock while Chaz fucked him hard with his fingers. His cum filled the pouch of his jock, wet and sticky. Chaz grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him backward so that the twins could see his pouch, a wet pot was quickly spreading over the red fabric. <br /><br />"You see that boys, that is how you know you've got a genuine cock slut servicing you. Boy couldn't even hold back. Just the taste of your cocks sent him over the edge." <br /><br />The twins grinned at him, their own cocks dripping in front of their solid bodies. Chaz finally started to removed his clothes. He pulled his hard cup out and saw Sean look at him, begging him with his eyes. <br /><br />"You want it, don't you?" <br /><br />"Fuck yes, dude." <br /><br />Chaz slipped out of his shorts, his big cock was already hard. He looked like he was on the edge of cumming too. <br /><br />"Are you going to treat my dick the way it deserves? Are you going to worship this jock cock and make me feel good?" <br /><br />"Fuck yes." Sean lifted himself up and got on his knees in front of Chaz. He pushed his face close to his dick, holding it a few inches away, waiting for Chaz to give him the go ahead. <br /><br />"Such a good boy." Chaz groaned. He put the cup over Sean's face and stared into his eyes as Sean took a deep breath. "There you go. Just a little taste of the sweaty dick you're going to get to suck." <br /><br />Chaz tossed the cup aside and pulled Sean onto his dick. Sean took it to the root in one go and soon his nose was pressed into Chaz's damp pubes. He bobbed up and down a few times before pulling off. Spit dripped from his chin and he struggled to catch his breath. <br /><br />"Holy fuck." Gray said, "I want some of that." <br /><br />Sean was pulled by the hair toward Gray's cock. It was slightly smaller, and he had no concerns slipping it down his throat. He dropped all the way down, growling as he let Gray's dick into his gut. He reached up and played with the ballplayer's nuts, rubbing them and pulling them away from his body, assuming that what turned on his twin would turn him on as well. When he pulled off, Gray was struggling to catch his breath. Sean tried to suck him again, but Gray pulled away. He was too close to cumming. <br /><br />Sean didn't miss a beat. He moved over and dropped onto Greg's cock, taking it to the hilt and holding it there as long as he could. His tongue snaked out and licked at Greg's balls. The stud grabbed onto his head and held him there, savoring the warm, wet feeling that surrounded his cock and getting off on the psychological trip that comes with having a guy totally submit to your dick. It wasn't until Sean started to tap on his ass that he realized that he was close to choking Sean out. <br /><br />When he released him, Sean took a deep breath and coughed. Chaz stepped in and when Sean looked back up, there were three cocks hanging above him and three high school jocks looking down at him. <br /><br />"You're such a slut." Chaz said. "Fucking choking on all of our dicks in the middle of the afternoon." <br /><br />"Covered with his own cum." Gray added, touching Sean's pouch with his foot. "Fuck guys, he's hard again." <br /><br />"You think you can get three dicks into that hungry mouth of yours." Chaz asked. He pushed a finger into Sean's gob and pulled at his cheeks. "I think you've got it in you, want to try?" <br /><br />"Oh, god." Sean said, then he whimpered, "Please." <br /><br />The guys pushed their dicks against Sean's face. It wasn't a coordinated effort, and before he knew it there were three dudes wrestling each other for a place in his mouth. He as in pig heaven, as cocks and balls and pubes pressed against every inch of his face. Everything he saw, tasted, felt, and smelled was dick. It was all around him. <br /><br />He opened his mouth as wide as possible, letting the guys find their own way of getting into it. They maneuvered and shoved, and eventually, Chaz let out a laugh. <br /><br />"There you go, fag. You're stuffed full. I suppose if I got a couple more guys we could stuff your ass too. Guess that's a goal for next time. Five cocks in one hungry bitch." <br /><br />"Ugh, fuck me." Gray groaned. He started to pull on his cock. Sean went for his nuts as the guy jerked off, milking out his load. His brother egged him on, telling him to paint Sean's face. Finally he pushed Sean out of his crotch and pointed his dick at his chin.<br /><br />"Get ready, bitch, I cum buckets." <br /><br />"You too?" Greg asked just as the first rope of thick cum blasted across Sean's face. It was followed by one after another, as Gray moaned and cursed. Each rope landed on Sean's face and started to roll off, dripping down the sides of his neck. His eyes were closed, but he felt each hot blast hit his skin, and then the dripping and sliding. <br /><br />"Fuck, man." Chaz said. "That's so fucking hot." <br /><br />"Think I can outdo you, bro?â Greg asked Gray. <br /><br />Greg pushed Sean back and pulled him up straight. He jerked his cock over him, and then started to unload on Sean's chest. His cum wasn't as thick as his brother's, and it splashed against Sean's tan skin and then ran down his rippled stomach. As he came, Chaz moved behind Greg and kissed him while he rubbed his ass. Moments later, Sean was covered in semen dripping down the front of his body. <br /><br />"Open up, fag" Chaz growled, "This one's going in your mouth." <br /><br />Chaz dumped his thick load into Sean's mouth, directing each shot into the waiting bitch in front of him. As Sean' sucked it down, he ran his dick over his face, shoveling Gray's cum into Sean's open mouth. Then he peeled off his jockstrap, and balled it up in his hands. He ran it over Sean's body, soaking up all of the cum that coated him. When he was finished, the pouch was soaked with cum. <br /><br />"There you go, fag." Chaz said, "Wear that for the rest of the day and see if anyone notices that you reek like nut." <br /><br />The twins were already pulling on their street clothes and stuffing the rest into a gym bag. They didn't look at each other or at Sean before they left in silence. Chaz leaned down to Sean and licked some of the dick slime from his face. "Those two guys . . . fuck that was hot," he whispered, "I've had Greg, but both of them at once? I owe you one for that." <br /><br />Sean reached behind Chaz's face and pulled him in for a deep, hard kiss. "You're welcome," he muttered before sighing in exhaustion. "Hey, don't be a stranger, dude. I'm always around to join in, if, you know . . ." <br /><br />"Sure," Chaz said as he left the locker room. <br /><br />C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-75080854110776049332019-01-07T16:51:00.002-08:002019-01-07T16:53:37.502-08:00Gym Buddies, Part 11----------------------------------------<br />
Gym Buddies, Part 11<br />
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I was dressing for dinner when Dylan showed up at my place. I'd invited him out for dinner, and made reservations at a restaurant that neither of us frequented. It was upscale and uptown, but I wanted to do something special. Dylan wore a white shirt with a sharp blue tie and black pants. The shirt was immaculately cut. When I told him he looked amazing, he admitted that he was wearing the suit he'd bought for his sister's wedding. <br />
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Sometimes if I've only known a guy in one context, like Dylan, I find it off-putting to see him in a totally new light. Dylan almost always dressed in workout clothes or jeans and a t-shirt. âDressing up,â to him, meant putting on a button down. Seeing him in a suit, cleaned up and turned out for the first time, I found him incredibly attractive. <br />
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I ran my hand over the soft fabric. "You look so sexy in these clothes." He bent in and kissed me. He smelled like aftershave even though he had a slight shadow on his face. His hand wrapped around my back and he cupped my ass. "How about I play the boss and you can play my intern?" <br />
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I broke away from him. "Sleazy bastard. Here I am trying to have a nice dinner and all you can think about is sex." I looked him over again and caught a glimpse of his cock thickening along the leg of his tailored pants. "We'll play later." I whispered. <br />
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Dylan grabbed me by the back of the neck. "C'mon mystery man. Time to find out what this special dinner is all about." <br />
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I'd told Dylan that I wanted to talk, but made reservations at a nice restaurant so that he wouldn't worry that I was breaking up with him. I wanted to surprise him. <br />
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Dylan drove. I can't remember how we settled into that routine, but we had. We always took his truck, and he always drove me. When we pulled up to the restaurant, he leaned over and kissed me. <br />
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"This is, like, our first real night out." <br />
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"We've gone on dates." I said. <br />
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"Yeah, but I feel like you're trying to impress me tonight. It makes me feel sexy." <br />
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Dylan blushed just a little, embarrassed about his confession. How could this man, whom I worshiped on my knees at least a few nights a week, a man whom I would do almost everything for, not know how hot I found him.<br />
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"You 're always sexy." I said softly, smiling at him. <br />
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"Not hot like that," he said, "Like, I don't know, it makes me feel like you're really into me. I mean for more than just the sex stuff." <br />
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"It's been about more than sex for a long time." I said, "But for what its worth I get that same feeling when you're on top of me. Like, how could this guy like me enough to take me like this." <br />
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"You're the hottest lay I've ever had," he said, "But I'm glad we're not just about what we do in the bedroom. Honestly, when you asked me out, I thought maybe this was it." <br />
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"I figured if we went somewhere nice you wouldn't think that." <br />
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"I guess I've just been nervous about us lately." He stared right into my eyes. "I've been trying to find a way to tell you that I want to get more serious." <br />
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I left the comment hang in the air. Dylan opened his door and made to open mine. I like chivalry, but I wasn't going to let a man open my door. As I jumped down to the ground, Dylan stood beside me. He seemed bigger in the tight shirt; it emphasized his form more than his normal clothes did. <br />
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Dylan wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we made our way into the restaurant. Even though we lived in a friendly part of town, I liked that Dylan was never ashamed to be seen as a couple when we were in public. In my experience guys who appear as straight as he did are often a little closeted around others, but Dylan was absolutely unashamed of being gay. It made him sexier and made me feel more and more like he was the man for me. <br />
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We ordered our food and talked. Slowly, I brought the conversation around to where I wanted it to go. <br />
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"Listen, I've been thinking a lot about a few weeks ago when I came home and you were in my house." <br />
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Dylan froze up, "I said I was sorry. I get it, I crossed a boundary. I won't do it again." Then he smiled, "Plus, I think I made it up to you, if I remember right." <br />
<br />
I lowered my voice. "You can't buy your way out of every disagreement by finding me a teenager to fuck." <br />
<br />
"That boy was smoking hot." Dylan shot back. <br />
<br />
"Ok. You bought yourself out of that one." I paused, "What I've been thinking about is that, like, that was a boundary that needed to be crossed." <br />
<br />
Dylan waited patiently. He knew that this was going somewhere and didn't want to jump in and hijack the conversation. I took a deep breath. <br />
<br />
"I think you should move in with me or maybe we could get a place together. Until then, I want you to have a key." I took a key to my house out of my pocket and passed it over to him. <br />
<br />
"Whoa." Dylan said. He took a deep breath. "So, I guess you want to get more serious too." He breathed out again and laughed nervously, "Seriously, I've been thinking all day that you're going to break up with me. Fuck." <br />
<br />
He put his hand to his chest and calmed down. Then he pulled the key across the table and slowly added it to his key ring. He got up, walked to me and knelt down. He kissed me hard and said, "I'll bring my stuff over tomorrow." <br />
<br />
Folks were looking at us after our kiss. It had been a little over the top, probably inappropriate for a restaurant. He stood, smoothed out the front of his pants, and sat back down. <br />
<br />
"You think Jordan will care?" <br />
<br />
"Jordan will be all right. I can cover my rent until he finds a new roommate. I'll get him a nice gay boy to play with. It won't be hard." <br />
<br />
The waiter came by and asked if we wanted desert. Dylan smiled, and I knew that he was in the mood for a treat, but not something sweet. We paid the check and started to walk back to the car. <br />
<br />
When we got to the parking garage, Dylan started to rub the back of my neck and move down my back. It was his signature move, a subtle way of taking control of my body. At any moment, he could close his fingers on my neck and put my head wherever he wanted it. When we approached the truck, he looked around and then walked past the door and toward the wall. He pushed me back against the concrete and kissed me hard. <br />
<br />
"Dyl," I said softly, "Not here."<br />
<br />
"You know better than to turn on my engine and expect to get away from me without putting out." He growled softly and bit down on my neck. He kept sucking and licking, and I knew he was going to give me a hickey. It was always a little embarrassing to go into work on Monday like that, but most people were accustomed to the sexual marks that Dylan left on my neckline. He liked marking me up so that others would know I was his. <br />
<br />
He broke away from my neck and kissed my chest. His fingers were toying with my belt and then my fly. He pulled my cock out and stroked it with his fingers. I was at full mast in a few moments, and Dylan squatted down. <br />
<br />
His mouth locked onto my dick and he started to bob up and down while wrapping a few fingers around the base. He sucked me hard, almost urgently, and his hands grabbed at my ass. I alternated between being absolutely lost in the kinkiness of the moment and worried about getting caught. Dylan on the other hand, was doing everything he could to get me off. <br />
<br />
I dug my fingers into the back of his head and pushed him down. It was something that Dylan only tolerated in about one in a dozen blowjobs, but tonight I didn't catch any resistance. If I'd wanted to, I could have taken him home and fucked him, but I didn't want that. He kept up his suction while playing with the tip of my dick with his tongue. I ran my fingers through his hair as I got closer and closer to getting my nut. <br />
<br />
"Dyl, babe, I'm gonna cum." I groaned, looking around one last time before I gave in to my pleasure. We'd heard a few car doors slam, but no one had driven by. <br />
<br />
Dylan spit my cock out and started to jerk it right above my face. "Cum on my face, babe." He said loudly, "I got all dressed up just so you could ravish me." <br />
<br />
I looked down at him. His hair had been cut and styled, and even though he had a shadow on his face, the lines were clean and sculpted. I looked into his eyes, down at the dress shirt and tie around his neck, and did something I never imagined Dylan would allow me to do. <br />
<br />
I busted my nut and my load came out in long thick ropes, plastering his face and covering him from forehead to chin. He looked insanely sexy with my cum on his face. I stared at him for a moment, my cock still bouncing above him, then got down on my knees in front of his truck and kissed him. <br />
<br />
I ran my tongue up his cheek and under his eyes, licking up my own load, and then kissed him again, his tongue invaded my mouth and sucked the cum from behind my teeth. I went in for more and then Dylan ate the rest. When we were finished, his face was covered with a thin coat of spit and cum, and I was completely sated. When he stood, the front of his slacks were tented. I reached for his bulge, but he grabbed my wrist. <br />
<br />
"We need to go home." he said gently but firmly. As I turned toward the passenger side of the truck, he slapped my ass hard. I knew instantly that I was going to pay for blowing that load on his face. Dylan would need to reassert his masculinity. <br />
<br />
When we got to my house, Dylan walked up the path, pulled his key out, and opened the door. He stood to the side with a big smile and motioned me in. As soon as the door was closed, Dylan was on top of me. His arms wrapped around my body and slid down my back. By the time we started kissing, he had one hand down my pants and was toying with my hole. <br />
<br />
"Want a drink first?" <br />
<br />
He raised an eyebrow, "Seriously?" <br />
<br />
"I don't want to rush things." <br />
<br />
His finger slipped into my body. "We could always do it twice." <br />
<br />
Giving in, he led me to the living room and then went to get us both a drink. When he walked back in, he set the glasses on the table and leaned into me, kissing me again. He toyed with the buttons on my shirt while at the same time moving my hand to his crotch. I rubbed his bulge and then pulled away. <br />
<br />
"We should do this more often." <br />
<br />
"We do this all the time. That's part of why we work." <br />
<br />
"I mean dress up and go out." I looked him over, "Fuck you look sexy." <br />
<br />
Dylan took a pull from his whiskey. "You want to take off my tie?" <br />
<br />
I stood him up and took him over to a chair in the corner of the room and turned down the lights. I got on my knees, reached up, and loosened his tie and then unbuttoned the top button. A tuft of chest hair popped through. Then I undid his belt. <br />
<br />
Dylan leaned back and took another drink. He smiled at me and then rubbed the back of my head. His legs parted slightly. I knew what he wanted.<br />
<br />
I opened his fly and he was wearing a jock underneath, not a workout jock, but something trendy and expensive. It was bright blue with a dark black strap. I couldn't help but notice that it matched his tie. <br />
<br />
I looked at him quizzically, and he pulled my head into his bulge, "I figured that the tie would probably be on when my clothes came off. I didn't want to clash." His body rumbled as he laughed, "I guess that proves to you I'm not going to run off with some chick." <br />
<br />
He was still holding my head against his bulge. I took a deep breath, savoring the clean, sexy, musky smell of his dick and then started to tongue the length of his hard cock. A huge wet spot had spread out around his cock-head. Poor Dylan had been boned up for over an hour now, and he hadn't gotten any relief. <br />
<br />
I sucked around the tip of his cock, licking up the sweat taste of his dick drool. Dylan's shaft was thickening quickly, pushing out against the fabric. The guy could pull amazing boners, and today, after an hour of waiting, I knew he'd be rock solid when he finally plowed my asshole. <br />
<br />
"Look at me when you lick it." Dylan said. <br />
<br />
I stared up at him and into his eyes as he rubbed the side of my head. I ran my tongue over the vertical length of his dick and pressed my nose against his hardness. He fiddled with my ears and then slipped his nuts out of his shorts. <br />
<br />
I started to lick his balls, never breaking eye contact. Dylan grinned at me, "Fuck, I never thought I'd find a boyfriend and a bitch in one guy." <br />
<br />
I pulled his nuts into my mouth and sucked them away from his body. His cock throbbed and his head fell back. <br />
<br />
"There you go, boy." he said softly. Then he pulled open another button of his shirt. I reached my hands up to his chest, but he pushed them back down to his thighs. "You want another button? Show me that sexy ass." <br />
<br />
I slipped off my pants, but left my briefs on, knowing that they framed my cheeks perfectly. They were a darker shade of blue, but also had a black waistband. Dylan and I were thinking alike more often than not now. <br />
<br />
"Play with it," Dylan said. <br />
<br />
I leaned into his body to support myself and then reached behind myself, pushed down my briefs, and toyed with my hole, spreading it open for Dylan to see. <br />
<br />
"Nice." Dylan said. His hand slid down my back and soon he was pushing open my hole while my face ground against his fabric covered dick and bare balls. <br />
<br />
When Dylan leaned back, he opened another button. Most of his chest was visible now, but the tie kept the shirt closed at the top. Dylan shuffled and lifted his legs. He wanted me to eat his ass, but when I tried to take his pants off, he grabbed my hand. Rather than fight, I crawled under his legs and started to worship his taint and asshole. Finally pushed me away and took his pants and jock off. <br />
<br />
His big cock stood full mast and his balls hung loose, but he sat and lifted his legs again, opening up his trench for me. <br />
<br />
I dug my tongue in while Dylan moaned and told me to eat his hairy asshole. Then he pulled me out by the hair and slapped his dick against his face. <br />
<br />
"I hope you didn't think that giving me a key would make me mellow out." <br />
<br />
I licked the tip of his dick, "It better not." <br />
<br />
"Oh, it won't," he said again and laughed with a rumble. He pushed his dick into my mouth and said, "All the way down, babe." Before he shoved into my throat. <br />
<br />
I choked initially but recovered quickly. The second time, I took it all in. Dylan rubbed the back of my head, and then pulled me off. He bent down quickly and kissed me. "You're hot when your face is covered with spit." I smiled, and then he spit on me. He rubbed my spit covered face against his nuts, hairy thighs, and taint, literally humping my skull. <br />
<br />
When he released me, he was undoing his tie. I was a little sad to see it go, but then he wrapped it around my neck and pulled me back onto his dick. This time, when he bottomed out in my gullet, he used the silk tie to hold me against his pubes. I nearly came in my pants right then. <br />
<br />
I bobbed up and down on his cock while he rubbed my face. He'd gone silent, and was sipping his drink with his eyes closed. The only feedback I got as he got close to cumming, he pushed me down to his nuts. He let his cock calm down for a few minutes before he moved me back to his dick. <br />
<br />
Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped me with it a few times. <br />
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"Tell me what you want." he said softly. <br />
<br />
"I want your dick," I said back. <br />
<br />
"Louder," Dylan growled. <br />
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"Fucking feed me your dick." I said, Then I lifted my ass, "Either way, I want it now." <br />
<br />
Dylan patted his lap and I crawled up on top of him. I sat down and we started to make out. While we kissed, Dylan toyed with my hole, this time more aggressively. His thick fingers threatened to push in and then, finally, he shoved his middle finger inside of me. <br />
<br />
I gasped and Dylan immediately shoved his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue as his free hand came up behind my head. His finger kept pushing into me and my dick oozed against his furry stomach. <br />
<br />
"I love the way you hold me." I whispered into his ear. <br />
<br />
"I love holding you." he said back, "You make me feel like a man. Big, strong, sexual. Turns me on." <br />
<br />
His dick throbbed underneath me. "I want you to fuck me hard tonight." <br />
<br />
His finger jammed up into me, "Is that what you want, babe. You want to be my slutty bottom boy in bed." <br />
<br />
As he asked this, he brought his thick arm up around my body. He pulled me against his chest, using his muscles to squeeze me. He knew that this brought out my submissive side, and it was working. I ground my ass back against his thick cock, urging him to shove it into me. <br />
<br />
Dylan pulled me into him tight and then lifted me up out of the chair. I wrapped my legs and arms around him as he put his hands under my ass. Characteristically, one hand managed to find my hole. <br />
<br />
I heard him strain under my weight, but he didn't lose balance as he carried me back to the bedroom. Dylan dropped me on the bed. <br />
<br />
"Turn over." He said as he started to force me into doggy style position, "And get that fine ass up in the air." <br />
<br />
I pushed my ass up and felt his hands pull my cheeks apart. Even after all of this time with Dylan, it felt strange to be in this position. When he was fucking me missionary, it didn't matter, but when he was toying with my hole and telling me he was going to own my ass . . . it got me every time. He never got boring.<br />
<br />
Dylan bent over and licked my asshole, then he moaned, "This hole is all mine. Now that I live here, I'm going to own this ass. I'm going to take it whenever I want. I'm going to fuck you until my dick is raw; keep you up all night."<br />
<br />
"It's yours Dyl. It always has been. I'm yours. Totally and completely." <br />
<br />
His tongue snaked into my asshole, opening me up, eating me out, and giving me pleasure. Dylan's big hands were on my ass cheeks rubbing the flesh and moving up and down my flanks. As he took control, he didn't forget about my pleasure, at the same time, he didn't forget that a lot of my pleasure came from giving him whatever he wanted. <br />
<br />
Dylan grabbed my cock and pulled it backward, sucking it into his mouth. He sucked me for a minute then let it fall out and went to work on my balls. Finally he growled, "Tell me you want it. Tell me." <br />
<br />
"Please fuck me, Dyl." I groaned, "I want your big fucking body on top of me, I want to feel every inch of your dick inside me. Stretch me out and fill me up, stud."<br />
<br />
Dylan grabbed the back of my head and started to make out with me. His chest pressed into my back and his cock was pulsing against my ass crack. He lifted his hips, guided his dick to my waiting hole, and then pressed into me, bringing all of his weight down on top of me. I groaned as he bottomed out inside of my ass. He thrust his hips forward a few times and bit the back of my neck. <br />
<br />
"I don't know if I should fuck you or make love to you" Dylan whispered. <br />
<br />
"Both" I groaned as he stabbed me with his massive dick again. <br />
<br />
Slowly he moved in and out of me, his shaft pulling back four or five inches than slipping back in, pushing my guts open and rubbing against my spot. My cock was leaking and I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, wanting more of his dick, faster, and harder. <br />
<br />
Dylan picked up on it. "You want it, don't you. Look at you fucking yourself on my dick." He grabbed my hips and lifted me up onto my hands and knees. "And to think you used to fuck guys." He got next to my ear and whispered, âIt took a man like me to finally put you on your back.â <br />
<br />
He put his hand on my back and pushed my chest into the bed. He slammed into me, grabbing onto my hips and pulling me backward, impaling me on his cock. Each thrust was long and hard, the whole length of his dick pulling out and then invading my ass in one hard thrust forward. Each time his pelvis touched my ass, his balls swung forward and slammed into mine. My dick was rock hard against my stomach as he gave me a grade A dick down. <br />
<br />
Dylan was panting, exhausting himself with his fucking. He crawled off of me and walked to get a drink of water. As he came back in the room, his dick bounced in front of him, still hard and thick. He wanked it a few times. <br />
<br />
"On your back, baby." He commanded. I lifted up my legs, realizing only at the last minute what a slut I was. I didn't even make him take me anymore. I just complied, all the time. <br />
<br />
Dylan grabbed onto my legs, lifted me up, and pushed back into me. This time he fucked me long and slow. One hand grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me toward him to kiss. I wrapped my arms around his back and our bodies rocked together as we made out. <br />
<br />
"You want my nut, baby?" <br />
<br />
I nodded. <br />
<br />
"How close are you?" <br />
<br />
"I'm there." I said back. There was a sticky mess of precum between our bodies because my dick was leaking like a faucet. <br />
<br />
Dylan picked up the pace. His hands rubbed my back as he plunged into me. Then he grabbed onto my cock. "Ready babe? Ready?" <br />
<br />
"Fuck yes." I groaned. Then my orgasm shook my body and my load splashed across my chest and his. Simultaneously, I felt his cock swell inside me as he filled me up with his nut. Dylan kept humping me. He was already balls deep, and it felt like he was trying to crawl into my body. My ass felt wet as his cum leaked out around his cock. <br />
<br />
Dylan wrapped his arms around me as he turned onto his back. I sat on his torso, his cock still inside me, still hard. He reached up and tweaked one of my nipples. <br />
<br />
"So, can we start tonight?" <br />
<br />
"Start what?" <br />
<br />
"Living together." <br />
<br />
"Lets start tonight." I said as I ran a hand through his chest hair. "We'll go get your things tomorrow." <br />
<br />
"We're going to have a good life together, babe." Dylan whispered. He pulled me down against his chest. "Fucking each other, loving each other. I promise I'm going to be there for you. Always.â He kissed me long and deep and then said, âI'm glad I found you." <br />
<br />
I kissed him again. <br />
<br />
"I'm glad you found me too." <br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
was on all fours as my man walked over to Jordan and sat down on the
couch next to the almost naked jock. He reached over and grabbed
Jordan's cock, squeezing it a few times before leaning over to lick
up a drop of precum. He looked at me. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Man,
I leave you to alone for a minute and Jordan gets you to totally fag
out." Then he turned to Jordan, "I take it that you want to
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"That's
the plan,â Jordan said. His dick was still rock hard and oozing. I
wanted it back in my mouth. Thinking I might have a chance, I inched
closer and whined a little. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Looks
like our pup is hungry for more cock." Dylan grabbed Jordan's
dick and pointed it toward me. I took it into my mouth and started to
suck Jordan while he and Dylan continued their conversation. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"If
you want his ass, there's going to be a price." </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"What
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"C'mon
man. That's a non-starter. Pick something else." </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"He
can suck you off, then you need to take off. I'm going to bone him
hard tonight. This fucked up dog thing has turned me on." </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Seriously?"
Jordan whined. Even a stud like him was reduced to a child around
Dylan. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Seriously."
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was a long pause. Jordan looked down at me and then at Dylan. Dylan
ran a hand over his own chest and tweaked one of his nipples. "I
can't promise you I'll be gentle, but I promise you that you'll enjoy
it." </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
looked at me again, his eyes filled with hunger. "I'm going to
need a couple of shots or something." </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
jumped up to my feet to go grab a bottle. Dylan was on me in a flash
and shoved me down to the floor. "Fucking crawl, dog." I
groaned as I dropped back down, but Dylan's aggressive mood was
turning me on. </span></span>
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came back later on my hands and knees, pushing a bottle with my face.
Dylan laughed, walked over, and picked it up. He sighed. "The
problem with making your boy into your bitch is that he can't bring
you glasses." </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
laughed, momentarily forgetting that he was about to be impaled by
Dylan's cock, and then grabbed the bottle from Dylan and took a slug.
</span></span>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Fuck,"
he breathed out and then took another swig before putting the bottle
down.</span></span></div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
know, if you need to get drunk to get fucked, you might have a
problem." Dylan said as he poured some whiskey into a glass for
himself. </span></span>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Fuck
you." Jordan spat back, "How long have you been dreaming
about this?" </span></span>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Pretty
much every time I've seen you naked since the last time," Dylan
said, "If I remember right, you loved it. I thought you'd become
another one of my bitches, but someone it didn't go that way." </span></span>
</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Whatever,"
Jordan took another drink as Dylan squeezed his dick a few times.
Then his hand snaked between Jordan's legs. Jordan gasped and opened
up his legs for Dylan. Dylan shoved his finger deep inside Jordan and
Jordan pushed back down against the thick digit. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"For
a straight guy, you like ass play a lot." Dylan observed. </span></span>
</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Nothing
gay about loving ass play," Jordan said, "Unless you let a
guy fuck you." </span></span>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Just
imagine that you're a chick," Dylan said, Then he turned to me,
"Get over here and suck his dick, babe. You gotta take his mind
off the ass pounding he's about to get." </span></span>
</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
walked over to Jordan and took his dick into my mouth. He'd softened
up, and I licked at his flaccid dick, feeling it swell and then
harden. Jordan was mumbling incoherently and after about thirty
seconds he was hard again. I licked at the tip, sucking up his precum
while Dylan continued to play with his asshole. </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dylan
slipped off the couch and pushed me aside as he lifted up both of
Jordan's legs. He dove in and started to lick at Jordan's hole. I'd
been there just a few minutes before, and I knew how delicious the
stud was. Jordan always tasted clean and a little salty, and his body
had a fresh smell to it. He was such a pretty boy. While that didn't
always do it for me, when I was in the mood, he was a fucking ten out
of ten. </span></span>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">At
this point Jordan was groaning loudly. I kept licking at his cock but
he eventually pushed me aside. He didn't want to cum too soon. As
Dylan continued to suck his ass, Jordan wrapped his legs around
Dylan's head. I watched as Dylan grabbed onto the inside of Jordan's
knees and opened his legs back up. He wasn't going to let Jordan take
control of him.</span></span></div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With
Jordan uninterested in getting blown. I crawled back behind him
Dylan. I reached around his waist and pulled his jeans open. Then I
maneuvered them off his ass along with his briefs. Dylan reached
around and ran his fingers through my hair. I pulled his cheeks apart
and dove into his ass. </span></span>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Fucking
lick that hole, dog." Dylan said as he continued to open Jordan
up. I ran my tongue up over his hairy ass crack and along the inside
of his cheeks. Soon all of his hair was slicked down and wet. "Good
boy," Dylan growled, "Now get that tongue in there." </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
stuck my tongue into his ass and felt his body tense up. Dylan loved
getting rimmed, especially when he was able to sit on my face and
really smother me. Knowing that that was impossible, I pressed my
face against his body as hard as I could, digging in and making him
squirm. </span></span>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We
went on like that, with me buried in Dylan's ass and Dylan fingering
Jordan for a few minutes. Then Dylan stood up, leaving me high and
dry. He stepped out of his pants and sat down on the couch next to
Jordan. Jordan put one long, lean arm around Dylan's neck and then
Dylan put his bulky arm around Jordan. Both of them smiled at me. </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
was like a dog in heat. Two hot guys, two hairy tufts of pit hair
staring at me, and two hard cocks spitting dick drool between their
legs. I stared, panted, and waited. </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"C'mere,
boy." Dylan said. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />I
did my best to bound over to them and then crawled up their bodies.
The whole time I never took my eyes off the two tufted pits. I pushed
my face into Jordan's breathing in deeply. Dylan came next, another
long whiff of pit. Dylan's pit was ripe while Jordan's smelled clean
and fresh. I felt someone grab the back of my head and pull me out.
It was Dylan. </span></span>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dylan
grabbed me by the chin and looked me in the eyes, "Lick it boy,
like a dog. Lick it and look at me." </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
lapped at his pits while I continued to stare Dylan in the eyes, I
licked up all his sweat, running the flat surface of my tongue from
the top of his obliques up onto his triceps. I snorted against his
skin as I sniffed. Dylan looked back at me and there was only lust in
his eyes. I was debasing myself, and it was turning him on like
nothing else. </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When
I was done, Dylan pushed me back down onto my knees so that I was
sitting in front of both of them. Dylan's cock had lost some of it's
hardness and was laying across his thigh. It was thick and his
foreskin had pulled up and puckered over the head. His balls were
loose and hairy. Jordan's cock was rock hard and bouncing against his
stomach. His balls were shaved and pulled up tight against his body. </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dylan
shoved me with his foot and asked, "Who's bone do you want,
boy?" I stared at Dylan's cock, knowing exactly what it would
taste and feel like in my mouth and how Dylan would react. Then I
looked at Jordan's and, I can't deny it, my mouth watered. "Fine,
go for it, Dylan growled, "I guess you get mine anytime you want
it." </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
shoved my face between Jordan's legs, licked at his nuts for a
second, and then took his cock in my mouth. I'd barely started to
suck him when I felt a hand on the back of my head. "Have you
shown him your new trick, babe?" Dylan asked. His fingers rubbed
my scalp and I waited for him to grab my skull and force me down. A
moment later, he pushed me down on Jordan's cock. It popped into my
throat and I took it all the way to the base. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"That's
it, bitch," Dylan whispered, "Let him fuck your skull."
</span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan's
hands replaced Dylan's. He palmed my head and ran his fingers through
my hair, then he slowly started to shove his dick into my throat. He
was slow and kept up a rhythm which made it easier for me to
accommodate him and breath. </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
gasped and moaned occasionally. I was sure that Dylan was working his
chest and making out with him. I wished I had been able to watch. </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"This
is amazing dude," Jordan gasped, "I feel like I should
start dating dudes. I don't even know how to ask a chick to do
something like this." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan's
hands moved to my neck, squeezing at my throat and trying to feel his
dick sliding in and out of my gullet. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"He
figured it out on his own." Dylan said. He rubbed my back, "He
lives to please me." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Fuck
he was right. I pushed all the way down on Jordan's cock and then
stuck out my tongue and tried to tongue his nuts. He bucked up and
groaned loudly. I pulled off, spit and slime running out of my mouth,
and both Jordan and Dylan rubbed my hair. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"See
what I mean, he's trying to make me look good." I took another
lick at Jordan's cock to prove it. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dylan
reached over and slapped Jordan on the chest. It made a loud thud,
like Dylan had pounded his hand against a slab of meat. "You
ready to get fucked, stud?" </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I
feel like your guy should pay up first." Jordan said. </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Nah,
I think I'm ready to fuck you. You want me to give it to you like a
man or should I hold you like a chick?" Dylan waited for a
minute and then laughed, "Yeah, I'll do you like you're a girl.
I know you like it that way." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
blushed bright red and grinned a little. Dylan stood in front of him
and then lifted Jordan to his feet. He wrapped his arms around him
and started to make out with his neck. I watched as Jordan melted
into Dylan's arms. When Jordan opened his eyes and saw me, he pulled
away. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
don't tell anyone about this, ok? As far as you're concerned, I'm a
straight guy who likes to fuck gay dudes." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"In
reality, he needs a man's love," Dylan teased as he reached for
Jordan's ass and started to pull the cheeks apart. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Dylan
moved Jordan back down to the couch and pushed himself between his
legs. He was rock hard, absolutely hard as steel. I was jealous that
Jordan could get him so hot. He wrapped his arms around Jordan's
torso and engulfed him with his massive hairy body. I gazed on as his
ass flexed and he pushed against Jordan's groin. The two guys made
out, and Jordan was practically holding onto Dylan for support. Dylan
turned and caught my eyes. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Help
me out babe."</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
crawled down between Dylan's furry thighs and took control of his
massive dick. Dylan moved backward, and I lined him up with Jordan's
hairless rosebud. Then Dylan pushed forward. Jordan gasped, and Dylan
shushed him as he slowly buried inch after inch of his massive fuck
stick in Jordan's body. When he was balls deep, he waited and nuzzled
up against Jordan's neck. Jordan held onto Dylan with his eyes
closed, getting his much needed dose of Dylan's daddy love. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Not
wanting to miss out, I moved between Dylan's ass cheeks and started
to lick at his sweaty nuts. When I realized that I could get some of
both, I pushed down and licked at Jordan's nuts as well. Dylan
started to thrust, and I went after both of their balls, licking what
I could and letting Dylan's muscular ass push me out of the way when
I needed to. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Get
up here, babe," Dylan said, "This stud is done pretending
he's not a slut. He needs a cock in his mouth." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
crawled up onto the couch until I was straddling Jordan's face. Dylan
grabbed my dick and pushed it against Jordan's lips. Jordan acted
like he didn't want it, but Dylan shoved a finger in his mouth and
opened up his jaw. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Let's
go, bro. If you're going to fag out, you might as well go all the
way." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
let out something between a moan and a sigh and opened up his mouth.
Dylan pulled me forward so that my dick was in Jordan's face and I
was close enough to kiss him. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Sorry
that you're not getting fucked, babe, but Jordan will get to you
soon, and if you want I'll be happy to shove my dick down your
throat. I know how much a bottom boy like you needs cock. Right now,
though, I've got to teach Jordan that I'm the man of the house."
</span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dylan
stopped talking. He leaned his forehead against mine and started to
pound Jordan. I looked down and watched as Jordan's big cock flopped
around. He wasn't totally hard, but he wasn't soft either. Dylan was
drilling him good, fast and ruthlessly, Jordan yipped and moaned as
he balanced the pain with the pleasures. He wasn't doing much to my
cock, but I could still feel his breath on my balls. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Jordan
started to buck a little beneath me, then he said, "Fuck, fuck,
I need a break." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Fuck
taking a break," Dylan growled, "Matt gets boned like a
bitch every day and he never whines." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
yelled, "That's because he is a bitch." </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dylan
pulled out. His huge cock glistened from lube and Jordan's juices. He
leaned back. "Fine, you can take your fucking break." Dylan
pushed me backward so that my ass was in Jordan's face. "But,
get the bitch ready, he's been waiting all night." </span></span>
</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
started to tongue my asshole. His rimjob was nothing like Dylan's.
Dylan fucking devoured my ass, like he was trying to get inside me,
which I guess he was in a sense. Jordan moved around it gently, like
he was trying to give me pleasure. It felt good, but it wasn't
amazing.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dylan
pulled me in for a kiss, "You ready babe? You ready to let
Jordan fuck you?" </span></span>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Yes.
Please," I looked Dylan in the eyes, "Dyl, please." </span></span>
</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dylan
moved to my ear and whispered, "I was going to have him take you
from behind while I fucked a load into him, but you deserve better."
There was a pause and then he bit my earlobe, "You owe me one."
</span></span>
</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Then
Dylan pushed me off of Jordan. "Flip over," Dylan said to
Jordan and Jordan got on his knees and bent over the couch. Dylan
knelt behind him. "Break's over," he laughed as he shoved
all the way in. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
yelled out again, but just at the end it became a moan of pleasure.
Dylan was hitting the sweet spot, and something about getting taken
doggy style was turning Jordan on. Dylan rutted into him, showing his
ass no mercy as he fucked him whichever way he wanted to. </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
grabbed Jordan's face and slapped it lightly, "Beg for my cum
dude. I want to hear you beg for it." </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Give
me your cum, you fucking stud." Jordan babbled, "I can't
wait to have it inside me, making me strong, giving me muscles like
you've got. Give me your babies, Dylan. Paint my insides." </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Fuck
yeah bro, Here it comes." Dylan shoved into Jordan and then
wrapped his arms around the smaller, muscular stud. He dragged his
teeth over the back of Jordan's neck as his ass cheeks pulsed. My own
asshole was twitching at the thought of what Jordan was feeling. I
loved when Dylan's cock swelled up inside of me and his cum flooded
into every available corner of my guts. </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan's
eyes rolled back in his head as he took Dylan's load. When he opened
them, he looked at me and smiled. He was already thinking about what
was coming next. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Dylan
crawled off and cum dripped from his dick. I moved in to clean it up.
When I saw his load oozing out of Jordan's hole, I licked that up
too. Dylan leaned down like he was going to kiss me, but pushed my
face away and made out with my neck instead. </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"That
was a little fucked up, bitch. I mean, I know you like my cum and
all, but wow." He rubbed my head like a dog and then started to
move me up onto the couch. "Your turn." </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
stood up and lifted my legs. Dylan moved in behind him and rubbed his
neck, "He's like, really into your body, so make it good for
him." Dylan paused, "I mean, you can fuck him like an
animal, just make sure he can see you flexing and shit." </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
reached out and pressed my hand against Jordan's flat, hard stomach.
Compared to Dylan's hairy, burly body Jordan was lean and smooth. The
novelty was enough to get me going, independently of the fact that
I'd been lusting after the stud for the last few weeks. Dylan poured
some lube in my hand and I took hold of Jordan's hard cock, feeling
it pulse. I rubbed it a few times and then looked up at him and told
him to fuck me. </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Fuck
me,â Jordan said as he took our two cocks in his hand and rubbed
them together. "When a girl wants it this bad, it's a turn off,
but with you . . ." he growled and then slid his dickhead across
my balls and down between my cheeks. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
reached between my legs, grabbed his dick, and pointed it toward my
hole. I'd taken Dylan's fat cock so many times that Jordan wasn't
going to be any trouble. Still, I gasped a little when the head
popped inside of me, stretching me out and filling me up again. I
gazed at the muscular stud and my eyes rolled back in my head.</span></span></div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"See
that dude." Dylan said from behind Jordan, "This fucker
loves it. Give it to my boy. Fucking destroy that ass like only a
jock stud can do. Fuck him like he's your bitch." </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
had barely begun, but he plunged his cock into me while one hand
grabbed my flank and the other came up to my neck. "You want it
hard, bitch? You want your stud hound to fill you up?" </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
looked into Jordan's eyes and let out a little woof. He grinned at me
and growled, "Fuck you're good." </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
lifted his hips backward and then slammed into me. He started to fuck
me hard and fast, lifting me from behind and playing with my throat.
He never broke eye contact, staring into me while his cock stabbed my
insides. His fingers slipped into my mouth and pulled it open. As I
looked up at him, he let a long line of spit drip from his mouth into
mine. I sucked it up and then woofed again. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Dirty
boy.â Jordan said. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Dylan
muttered, "The dirtiest," just as Jordan pressed his armpit
over my face, smothering me as his cock rearranged my guts. I nipped
and licked at his skin while he continued to drive into me. His
thrusts were fast and hard; he was deliberately trying to make me
uncomfortable. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Suddenly
Jordan wasn't on top of me anymore. Dylan had pulled him backward and
now had his hands wrapped around his roommate's chest. He yanked
Jordan's head back and kissed him quickly on the mouth. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Fuck
him for me, stud. Fuck my boy for me." Dylan said as Jordan
continued to fuck my ass. Sweat rolled down his chest onto his
stomach, and his whole body glistened. "You've been waiting a
long time. Don't waste it."</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dylan
kissed along Jordan's back and then pushed Jordan forward again. His
chest made contact with mine as he pounded me with short thrusts.
Soon Dylan was in the mix two, pushing our mouths together and then
joining in for a three-way kiss. Our tongues wrestled with each other
and our hands were all over each other. We kept it up for a few
minutes, Jordan's cock pulsing in my ass and Dylan's weight pulling
me into his body. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
moved away. "C'mon, time to fuck you like a real bitch." He
pulled me over by my hip and flipped me onto my stomach. "Get
that ass up in the air." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
lifted my ass and showed it off for him. I felt a mouth on my hole,
maybe Jordan's, maybe Dylan's, and then a second mouth started to
work my dick. just as I was getting into it, it pulled away. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan's
dick reentered me and this time, he was in a position he knew and
loved. He grabbed onto my hips and started to use my body. He was no
longer interested in how he was making me feel, I was just a hole he
could use to get off. Jordan rolled forward and pushed up into me. He
wasn't fucking me as much as grinding against my ass and driving his
cock up into me. The weight of his body on mine was intense, and my
tongue hung out of my mouth as I took his dick. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
pulled me back up onto my hands and knees. His teeth scraped along my
spine as he kissed my back. Then he grabbed my hips and started to
slam into me. Jordan had big balls, and they were swinging in his low
hanging sack. As he found his rhythm, they slammed against my body
and made a smacking sound. I reached between my legs and touched
them. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
like those big balls, slut?" Dylan asked. He moved in front of
me and grabbed my chin. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Fuck
yes." I groaned as I touched and played with them as much as I
could. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Fucking
full of cum for you." Jordan growled from behind me. "You
want my straight cum? You like it when a stud covers you and ruts you
like a bitch?" </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Give
it to me," I groaned and Jordan punched into me deep and hard. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
was moving fast and I thought he was going to unload inside of me.
Suddenly he shoved me off of him. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Get
over here. I'm going to paint your fucking slut face." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dylan
moved quickly so that he was beside Jordan. "Jack us both off,
babe. Two fist it." I grabbed both of their dicks and started to
pull on them, staring up at the two men above me. Dylan was furry,
tan, and beefy. Sweat rolled down his stomach and into his thick
pubes. Jordan was smooth, with a tight muscular body and a long cock.
</span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
pushed my hand away from his dick and crawled on top of me. His big
balls hung over my face, each one clearly defined under the loose
skin. Jordan knelt down and I engulfed them, sucking the salty nuts
into my mouth and tonguing every part of his crotch. Dylan leaned
over me as well and lined his cock up against Jordan's. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Fuck
that's hot." Jordan moaned softly as Dylan began to stroke their
cocks together, rubbing them into each other as he kissed at Jordan's
chest. I wasn't even figuring into their thinking anymore. I was just
a hand and mouth, jacking them off while I licked at their nuts. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dylan
pulled away. "Here you go, babe." he muttered and then his
cock started to spew a hot chunky load across my face. I lapped it up
while Jordan's balls kept swinging in my face. Some of the cum
painted the bottom of Jordan's sack, and I leaned upward to lick it
up. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Fuck
yes, dirty fucker." Jordan muttered. Dylan grabbed the back of
my cum covered face and shoved me up into Jordan's sweaty junk. I
rubbed my face against his skin, smearing sweat and cum all over both
of us, then I started licking again. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
grunted a few times on top of me and then he grabbed my hair and
pulled my face back. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Look
at me, bitch." He said, "Keep your eyes open and look at me
when I give you my load." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
stared up at him as he worked to get his nut. Jordan had been going
at it for over an hour, jerking and getting sucked, his nuts were
swollen with his cum and heavy. I watched as they drew up to his
body, settling in next to the root of his cock. Then I opened my
mouth, ready to catch what the jock could give me. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">His
cockhead flared and the first rope splattered onto my cheek. Jordan's
cum was thick and there was a ton of it. It splashed across my face
in long thick lines. I caught some of it on my tongue and started to
lick it up. Then Dylan's cock was in my face, shoveling Jordan's load
into my waiting mouth. I suckled on the tip of his dick as Dylan
finished up, wiping his cock on my cheek before he crawled off of my
body. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Fuck
me." Jordan said as he flopped down on the bed. Dylan crawled
next to him and then pulled me up between their two bodies. Together
we smelled like sweat, sex, and man.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You're
a pretty good fuck," Jordan said as he rubbed my hair. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"He's
the best." Dylan said as he played with my cock. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We
sat in silence, catching our breath and cooling off. Dylan flicked on
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C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-73176208778656089342018-05-22T10:44:00.002-07:002018-05-22T10:44:26.500-07:00Gym Buddies, Part 9----------------------------------------<br />Gym Buddies, Part 9<br />C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com<br />cceroticstories.blogspot.com<br />charliessmut.tumblr.com<br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />A week or two after Dylan and I played with the neighbor kid, Jordan and I made an agreement to meet up at the gym on a Tuesday afternoon to work out together. I knew it was just a gimmick. Jordan had promised me a chance to swing from his dick a few weeks ago, and he was calling me in to fuck. As Dylan and I had settled into something that resembled a normal couple, I was craving the edgier, uncompromising sex that Jordan was capable of dishing out. <br /><br />Dylan dropped me off. "Don't let Jordan wear you out. You're going to put out for me when I get home later." <br /><br />"You're sure you're ok with this?" <br /><br />"Fuck yeah," Dylan said, "It's kind of hot. It proves to me that you're a slut and reminds me that I don't have to be so gentle with you. That's a warning, by the way." <br /><br />Gentle was not a word I would use to describe the way Dylan loved me. For the last few weeks he'd managed to work in a training session for my throat about every other day. <br /><br />I walked in and Jordan was near the front desk chatting with some of the trainers. He'd been training all day, but he hadn't had a real workout yet. He strutted over to me, and ran a hand through his longish hair. His big cock bulge was obvious through the thin fabric of his gray sweats. He was wearing a tank top and his arms were tan and smooth with a thick vein running up each bicep and across his shoulders. <br /><br />Jordan shrugged in one direction and I followed him to the locker room. He reached into his gym bag and tossed me a pile of clothes. "Wear these, buddy. I want you to enjoy your workout." <br />
<a name='more'></a><br />Inside I found a set of gym clothes, Jordan's of course, all well worn. I lifted the t-shirt to my nose and immediately smelled Jordan's body, his musk, his body-wash, all of him. The shorts were the same way. The last item was a jockstrap. Jordan smiled, "I don't usually wear them, but I hear that fags like you enjoy the fantasy, so I got that one for you and one for me." <br /><br />He dropped his sweats and showed off his jock. Jordan didn't have any extra body fat on him, and the jock perfectly framed his bulge, thighs, and asscheeks. His dick was tucked forward and the head was visible in front of his encased balls.<br /><br />He stood there for a minute and then pointed at his cock, "Get over here." I walked over and he pushed me down onto my knees, "Dylan is getting soft with you, but remember, I'm not your boyfriend. So you gotta play your part or we'll just got get a beer." <br /><br />I stared upward at him, his muscles rippled, and I marveled at his beauty. I wanted his body, and that's when I remember what this was about. With Jordan especially, he expected to be worshiped. If it was just about sex, he would have sex with whatever chick walked by him, but girls wouldn't devour his body the way that I could. Even Dylan was unwilling to do that. <br /><br />I pressed my face into his jock and began to tongue the outline of his cock. As I moved around the thick cotton pouch, I occasionally stuck my tongue under the edge and licked at Jordan's balls. He cupped the back of my head and squeezed, then he pushed me away. <br /><br />"Better hide that hard on, boy, or everyone here is going to know that you're a slut for cock." Jordan laughed, âYou'd like that though, wouldn't you. Think of all the guys out there, lining up so that you could service their dicks."<br /><br />Jordan shoved a finger into my mouth, and I started to suck on it. He pushed me back and forth on my knees, toying with me and gagging me as I stared up at his perfect body. <br /><br />"How many do you think you could take? How many loads can a slut like you swallow before the cum starts to leak out of your mouth and you can't take anymore?" <br /><br />Jordan moved his foot between my legs and massaged my cock, still in the jock, but hard as a rock. He continued to monologue about my ability to drink the cum of nearly every guy in the gym, how happy I could make them, how much of a slut they would think I was. He pulled his finger out of my mouth and let me face fall into his crotch. I breathed in deeply and started to see stars. Jordan's manly smell, the smell of sweaty balls and a leaky dick, enveloped me, and I started to hump his calf like a dog. When I tried to take his dick out, he stopped me. <br /><br />"No way boy, you don't get to play with my bone yet. Do what you've got to do quick and then we can go work out." <br /><br />Jordan stared down at me. He didn't say anything else or encourage me in any way. I knew what I "needed" to do. I continued to hump his leg and inhale his testosterone laden musk. Jordan leaned back and waited, ignoring me while I got off. He took out his phone and started to dick around just as I reached the point of no return. I ground my hard dick into his leg and shot my load into his jock.<br /><br />"That's a good little bitch." Jordan said. "Fucking humping my leg. You really are a dog." <br /><br />He reached down and pulled me up. "Let's go workout," then he started to walk toward the door.<br /><br />"Hang on, I have to clean up," I called out.<br /><br />Jordan didn't even turn around when he said, "That's not going to happen bitch." <br /><br />I followed him into the main gym, knowing that I was going to have a load of cum in my shorts for the entire session. Once we got going, things were even worse. Jordan's gym clothes had smelled a little worn when I put them on. Once I stated to sweat, a cloud of his pheromones surrounded me. Every move I made, I could smell his body. Even though I'd just shot a load, my cock kept getting hard. Luckily I was able to tuck my cock down tight inside the pouch of Jordan's jock. <br /><br />Jordan and I worked out mostly in pairs, but occasionally he would walk away and use another machine in between sets. I was sitting on a bench waiting out a rest period when my phone buzzed. There was a text from Jordan. <br /><br />âTouch yourself,â he said. <br /><br />I reached down, grabbed my shaft, and squeezed it hard. Jordan was behind me, but I could see him watching me in the mirror. I banged out another set and sat panting when my phone buzzed. As I looked down I felt Jordan's hand on my shoulder. I read the text, looked up at him, and he smiled big. "Dare you" he said with a laugh. <br /><br />âNice try, bitch, but if you don't play along, you're going to pay the penalty.â<br /><br />I reached down like I was adjusting myself and unbunched my hard dick in the elastic pouch. Then I glanced around. The gym was clearing out, but there were still about ten guys in there. I was familiar with most of them, but not nearly familiar enough to do what Jordan wanted me to. When I was reasonably certain that no one was looking, I slipped my dick out of the leg of my shorts and yanked on it for about ten seconds. Then I slipped it back in. <br /><br />"How'd that feel?" Jordan asked. His hand was still on my shoulder, which felt erotic even though he wasn't doing anything. <br /><br />"Fuck." I said with a big smile, "Kind of thrilling actually." <br /><br />Jordan looked around and then pulled his big cock out of his shorts. "Suck it," he whispered. <br /><br />I turned my head quickly, my heart still pounding, and sucked his flaccid dick into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip before Jordan pushed me away and slipped his dick back into his pants. <br /><br />He grabbed me by both shoulders and rubbed them hard. "My heart is pounding dude. We better slow down." <br /><br />Jordan and I went back to working out. Fifteen minutes later, when my loins had finally cooled down, he texted me again. <br /><br />"If you could have any guy in here, who would it be?" <br /><br />I looked around, but didn't have to think much. There was a guy in his early twenties that I'd been eyeing since he first starting working out at our gym. A few years ago, he'd been skinny and had a twink vibe that didn't do much for me. He'd since grown up and his musculature had exploded. His arms were about 15 inches, and his five foot eight frame, they looked massive. One shoulder had a tattoo of a huge lion on it. He was beefy, strong, and a little sleazy looking. It was a perfect combination. <br /><br />"What do you want to do to him? "Jordan texted back. I was getting hard again and I could see him smiling in the mirrors. <br /><br />I didn't even think, "Lick him. All of him." <br /><br />"You know how I know you're a bitch?" Jordan texted back. "You see a hot guy and you want to lick him instead of fuck him." <br /><br />"I wasn't this way until you and Dylan started to fuck with me." <br /><br />"Liar." Jordan sent, "You dove between my legs like you'd been waiting for my cock your entire life." <br /><br />There was a long pause while we both worked out. Then Jordan sent another text. "I'm going to fuck your throat tonight, btw." <br /><br />My cock was now throbbing and I could barely take it anymore. There was too much sensory information for me to handle. The hot guys all around me, the smell of cum and Jordan's body coming off my clothes, and Jordan's unending stream of sexual messages. <br /><br />"I think I need to go soon." I texted. <br /><br />"Horny?" He text back. "Go get dressed. I'll be there in five." <br /><br />A few minutes later we were back in the car. Jordan drove for a minute until we reached a stop light. "You know, for all of Dylan's talk about you being a voracious cocksucker, you need a lot of direction." Jordan said. He looked at me and then glanced downward between his legs. His cock was hard and tenting his gym shorts. âC'mon bitch, take a hint.â <br /><br />"Sorry," I said as I blushed. I meant it. I was sorry that I wasn't taking care of his needs. <br /><br />I bent over the center console and started to mouth his cock. He smelled sweaty and fresh, like body-wash and salt. He pulled on the leg of his shorts and the head of his dick poked out. I took it into my mouth and suckled on the tip like it was a nipple. Jordan rubbed the back of my head. <br /><br />"Just like that," he sighed. "Just keep me going until we get to your place." <br /><br />For the next ten minutes, I stayed between his legs. Jordan kept one hand on the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair. When he finally put the car in park, my mouth was full of a mixture of saliva and precum. <br /><br />I opened the door to my apartment and Jordan walked right in. He sat down on the couch and sprawled out. His sweaty body was all mine, and I took a moment to look at his sexy form before I dropped down to my knees. <br /><br />"What? No beer first?" He asked. <br /><br />I got back up and grabbed a beer from the kitchen. When I came back in he was laughing as he sent a text. <br /><br />"I cant' believe you just got up and did it. Dylan says you're in love with me. I think he's jealous." He threw his phone down on the couch. <br /><br />"You've got a hot body." I said.<br /><br />"So does he." <br /><br />"You're hot in a different way." <br /><br />Jordan paused. "I can't wait to fuck you. You're totally drama free. Impossible to find with a girl." <br /><br />I dropped back down to me knees, remembering his warning earlier when I didn't suck his cock in the car. "Start with my feet" he said as he kicked off his shoes. "Then, if you're lucky, I'll let you lick my bulge." <br /><br />I moved to his sock covered feet and pressed the sole of one of his size 13s against my face. The fabric was damp and smelled sweaty and hot. I licked at the base and then slipped the sock off. <br /><br />Jordan leaned forward and took the sock out of my hand. He pressed it up against my face. "Take your time, bro. It's not everyday that Dylan lets me fuck around with his lover." He mocked me with the word 'lover', teasing me about the seriousness of our relationship. "Do you think I could steal you from him?" <br /><br />As I stared up at Jordan and inhaled the smell of his feet, I couldn't help but admit that if anyone could steal me away from Dylan, it would be Jordan. I breathed in deeply and savored the musky smell of his sock. I wasn't considering making any major changes to my relationship, but I was thankful that Dylan was cool enough to let me fool around. If he didn't, I wouldn't have known how to handle everything I was feeling. <br /><br />"Dylan doesn't have to worry about that." I said. <br /><br />Jordan grabbed my hair and pushed me back down toward his feet. "If you want to have a heart to heart, we can do that later. For now, just lick my toes. Chicks don't do that, and I know you're totally into my hot body. Aren't you?" <br /><br />I groaned a yes and moved back to his feet. Jordan pulled my hair back and said, "Answer me, bitch. Do you like my body?" <br /><br />"Fuck yes, I love it." I dived back to his feet, took a big toe into my mouth, and sucked on it like it was his cock. <br /><br />Jordan had long narrow toes, and I moved down the row, tasting and sucking on each one. He wiggled them in my mouth, and rubbed against the top of my head with his other foot. I dug my tongue in between each digit and licked deep in the gaps. Jordan shoved his foot into my mouth, stretching my jaw and choking me. Then he pulled out and pressed the sole of his foot against my face. I licked at the bottom while he smashed my nose with his heel. I was breathless when he finally pulled his foot away.<br /><br />Before I could check myself, the other foot was pressed against my mouth. I licked at the toes and then Jordan muttered, "Get that ass over here, bro." I moved so that my ass was facing him and he yanked my gym shorts down. He moved me so that I was straddling his leg, pushing me wherever he wanted me to go. <br /><br />Jordan pulled my cheeks apart as I continued to lick at his foot. His thick, hairy, tree truck leg was pressed up against my junk and I rubbed against him. He slapped my ass hard. <br /><br />"Look at you, humping me like a dog again." He slapped the other cheek. "You're such a fucking slut. How is it that you never figured this out before Dylan?" <br /><br />As I licked up Jordan's toe jam I wondered the same thing. How could this side of me have been dormant for so long. Jordan slapped my ass again and then he teased my hole. <br /><br />"You want my cock inside of you? You ready to take my load?" <br /><br />"Fuck yes." I groaned, Then he shoved a finger inside of me. It wasn't enough, "Give me another one, stud." <br /><br />Jordan responded by pushing me off of him. When I turned around and looked at him, he was sitting with his legs spread, his muscular, beautiful body spread out on my couch, with the pouch of his jockstrap barely containing his hard dick. <br /><br />"Crawl over here," he said to me. As I did, he reached behind the couch and pulled out a bag. "I got you a toy, and yes, Dylan said it was ok, so don't freak out about it." <br /><br />He tossed me the bag. It was heavy and oddly shaped. I reached inside and pulled out a rubber dog tail with a big butt plug at the end. The tail was dappled black and white, and Jordan had included a bottle of lube. <br /><br />When I looked at him he shrugged, "What can I say? Something about this shit turns me on." <br /><br />I blushed, knowing that I would be unable to resist playing along. Obviously, what turned him on was humiliating me. <br /><br />"Put it in," he said sternly. <br /><br />I lubed it up and then lubed myself up. Looking at the huge plug, I braced myself and then shoved it in in one quick go. I yelped loudly and muttered a holy shit, then I put my face against the carpet and waited for my body to adjust. Jordan pulled my face into his crotch and I breathed in the scent of his jock, an awesome mix of cock and spandex, while my ass stretched open. <br /><br />"Wag your tail for me, bitch. Wag your tail and dig for your bone." <br /><br />I shook my ass and felt the rubber moving back and forth. It was an intense, totally new sensation. Each time I moved, the tail took on a life of its own as the plug shifted inside of me. At the same time, I dug my face into Jordan's junk, pushing his hard on around in an attempt to get it to pop out of the pouch. <br /><br />"You want that bone, boy? You want it?" <br /><br />I nodded and Jordan looked at me quizzically. I instantly knew what he wanted and barked softly a few times. "That's a good boy," he said as he roughed up my hair. I didn't utter the words, but all I could think was how fucking intense things were becoming. This was new, and it played to all of my submissive desires.<br /><br />Jordan stood up and took a step back. "Come here and sniff my nuts boy." He patted the side of his thigh. I crawled over and pressed my face against the pouch of his jock. "Look at me, and wag that fucking tail," Jordan growled at me.<br /><br />I did as I was asked. I sniffed around his junk, just like a fucking dog, taking in the fresh scent of his sweaty balls. I wanted his cock bad, and tried to use my nose to maneuver it out again. Jordan didn't break eye contact with me, and his smile was the biggest I had ever seen it. He was enjoying this. <br /><br />I decided to play along and started to whine for his cock. I nuzzled against it and started to mouth it with my lips, not quite licking at him, but going through the motions. I whined like a dog as I pressed my face against his bulge, wagging my tail the whole time. <br /><br />Jordan grabbed my face and stuck a finger into my mouth, "You're such a fucking slut. Seriously, you're a total whore for cock, and it turns me on like nothing else." He gagged me with his finger, "You want my bone, pup? You need a big, hard stud bone to make you happy?" <br /><br />I yipped and barked. I guess, at that point, I was in the mindset that I needed to be in order to humiliate myself. <br /><br />"Fuck yes," Jordan muttered. He grabbed my head and shoved it between his legs, "Lick at my taint, pup." I stuck out my tongue and licked between his asshole and his balls, right up to the beginning of the pouch of his jock. "That's a good boy," Jordan muttered as he closed his thighs against the sides of my face. <br /><br />I licked at his asshole and up to his balls with my tongue hanging out, like a dog would. Jordan rubbed my hair and teased me as he writhed around on the couch. After a few minutes, I started to shove my tongue up into the pouch of his jock, aiming to get a taste of his balls. Jordan pulled the pouch of his jock and his nuts tumbled out. They were worm and lose, having down under his dick, each ball clearly defined underneath the sticky skin.<br /><br /><br />I lapped at his nuts, but he pulled on my hair. "No more fucking around, suck those fuckers. Get my baby-makers in your mouth." <br /><br />I sucked both nuts into my gob and pulled them away from Jordan's body. I love giving a guy a ball job. Something about sucking nuts makes me feel dirty. Straight from the gym, Jordan had a heady wave of ball musk going on, and I breathed in deeply while I sucked him. Finally I felt him tug on the pouch of his jock again and his cock popped out. <br /><br />I didn't wait for him to say anything, but jumped on his cock and took it as far down as I could. Dylan's cock had stretched out my throat and taking Jordan to the base wasn't much of a challenge. Immediately he gripped my skull and held me down. "Holy shit, bro. Holy shit." <br /><br />I pulled off. "You like?" <br /><br />Jordan grabbed his dick by the base and slapped me hard against the face with his thick meat. "Get back on it and remember that dogs don't talk." This time, Jordan thrust upward and rammed his dick in my throat. I choked a bit, but didn't need to pull off. Jordan rubbed my entire head as I started to bob up and down, softly moaning "Good boy" while I ate his dick. <br /><br />Suddenly, I heard a cough behind me. I turned around as I wiped the spit off my chin and saw Dylan standing near the door. He walked over to me slowly, looking me over from head to toe. He bent down, grabbed the tail, and tugged it gently. My asshole stretched and I moaned a bit. <br /><br />"I gotta admit, this is way hotter than I thought it would be." He looked up at Jordan, "Good call, bro. I think I can get into this." <br /><br />"Told you it'd be hot." Jordan said. He stroked his cock a few times, "He's been licking my junk for like an hour now." <br /><br />Dylan reached down and rubbed me behind the ears, "Are you being a good boy for my friend? Did you do a good job playing with his bone." I barked in response and Dylan broke out in a big smile. "If you're going to be a dog, why don't you come over and great your man like a dog." <br /><br />I got up on my knees and moved between his legs. I buried my face in his crotch and breathed in hard. I pressed hard enough against him to force him to push back and then rubbed my face all over his warm bulge. <br /><br />Dylan rubbed my hair and scratched at my neck. In that minute, I completely gave myself over to the fantasy and, with my mind empty of all thoughts except the smell and feel of Dylan's body, I almost came on the spot. Dylan's hands moved away but I kept my face where it was, slowly licking at the denim covered bulge. Dylan finally pushed me away. <br /><br />When I looked up I saw that he had already taken off his shirt. His hairy chest was pumped up and he spread out his shoulders. From the ground, he looked hot as hell and huge. He unbuttoned the fly of his pants and opened it up. His thick pubic bush spilled out. <br /><br />"You boys ready to play?" He growled as he moved toward Jordan. <br /><br />To be continued in the next chapter . . .<br />C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-18945159735666743402018-04-22T20:28:00.003-07:002018-04-22T20:28:52.992-07:00Gym Buddies, Chapter 8----------------------------------------<br />Gym Buddies, Part 8<br />C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com<br />cceroticstories.blogspot.com<br />charliessmut.tumblr.com<br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />Note: This story picks almost immediately after the end of Chapter 7.<br /><br />A few hours later, Dylan and I found ourselves on the couch in my living room, watching a movie. I was laying against his side, and he had his arm around me. He'd pulled me against him about ten minutes ago. It was a frequent sign that he wanted some action. If I didn't give in, he'd slide my head down his body or move one of my hands to his junk. Once he was boned up, he wouldn't give up until his load was inside of me. <br /><br />It took five minutes before Dylan reached down and squeezed his dick. "Babe, I'm ready for round two. Wanna get fucked?" <br /><br />I turned my head toward him and smiled, "What's in it for me?" <br /><br />"My dick is reward enough for you," Dylan said, "You won't fool me by playing hard to get." <br /><br />He palmed my skull and pushed it down into his crotch. "Breath deep, baby. That'll get you in the mood." <br />
<a name='more'></a><br />Dylan's musk filled my nostrils and his heat washed over my face. I wasn't in need of much more incentive, but the scent of his dick put me over the top. I started to lick at the bulge in his briefs and then chew the damp fabric as Dylan rubbed my skull. His hand moved to my neck and he massaged my muscles. I groaned in pleasure. <br /><br />Dylan pulled my head away and leaned forward to kiss me. He pulled me upward as we kissed and then leaned back. "Sit on my lap babe, I wanna make out." <br /><br />I crawled up and straddled Dylan's waist. His hard dick pressed into my ass. "You better be ready to fuck me tonight, cause you're getting me going." <br /><br />"Don't worry, I'll make sure you go to bed happy." Dylan said. He lifted his hips, pressing his dick into the cleft of my ass and slowly humping me. Our lips connected occasionally as we pecked at each other. I ran my hands over Dylan's frame as his big hands came up my back. In positions like this one, our size difference was a total turn on for me. Dylan's body dwarfed mine, and I was completely possessed by him. <br /><br />He pressed our faces together and his tongue invaded my mouth. He kissed me roughly, opening up my mouth and licking and pulling at my lips. His hands moved around my body, touching me firmly, feeling my muscles under my clothes. I pressed my chest into his and breathed against his neck. He nipped at the lobe of my ear. Then, without a word, he broke off the kiss and leaned back into the couch. <br /><br />I slid down onto my knees between his legs and pulled down his shorts. His thick bush popped out. I kissed at the root of his dick and rubbed my cheek against his pubes. <br /><br />"Look at you," Dylan cooed, "The way you act, you'd think I never let you have any dick. Tell me how much you want it." <br /><br />Dylan took my chin in his hand and forced me to look up at him. I smiled, "Take off your shirt first." <br /><br />Dylan pulled his tee off and leaned into the couch. He put both arms on the back of the couch and stretched out his broad chest. I dove for a tuft of hair in his pit and as I started to lick away the sweat from the day, I told him how hot his body got me. <br /><br />"I fucking love your body, Dylan. Big fucking pecs, huge arms, hairy chest." I dropped back down to his groin and nipped at the root of his cock. "And your dick, dude, your fucking massive dick. No one has ever gotten me as hot as you do." <br /><br />"I love giving you what you need, babe." Dylan said as he slid his underwear off. His hard dick slapped against my face. Precum drooled from the tip, and I quickly licked it up. "Slut," Dylan said softly, then he pushed his cock into my mouth. <br /><br />I knew from the way he grabbed on to my skull that this wasn't going to be a relaxed blowjob. Dylan allowed me to bob up and down on the tip of his dick for a moment, then he pushed at least half of his thick cock into my mouth and throat. Clearly, our afternoon experiment had left an impression on him. I coughed a little and Dylan pulled out. He stared bullets into my eyes. <br /><br />"Do better." he said sternly. Then, right before he shoved his dick back into my mouth, he smiled big to let me know he was playing. <br /><br />I sucked his cock for the next five minutes, alternating between taking him in my throat and tonguing the head. Every minute or so, Dylan would push me down into his nuts to give me a chance to recuperate. I slobbered all over his hairy balls, sucking as much of his soft sack into my mouth as I could. His low hangers were easy to pull away from his body, and I loved licking underneath them as his egg sized nuts rolled over my nose and cheeks. <br /><br />Dylan sat up on the couch and I had to move forward to dig in. I continued to suck his dick as he rubbed my head. Then his hands slipped down my back and into my pants. His finger found my asshole and he began to slowly tease me. The way he rubbed me there, slowly but firmly, made my ass ache to have him inside me. My fuckhole responded to his touch by throbbing and pulsing. <br /><br />Dylan understood. "C'mon babe," he said as he led me to my bedroom. <br /><br />We got into the bedroom and Dylan shoved me backward onto the bed. I fell and his hands were at my waist, pulling my pants off. When he had them off, he crawled up between my legs and kissed me as he pushed his own pants down. I felt his dick rubbing against mine and wrapped my arms around his back. <br /><br />"Get in me. Now." I growled. <br /><br />"Roll over," Dylan said as he began to turn my body. He pulled my cheeks open and started to play with my asshole. Soon, I felt his tongue dig in as he started to rim me. I pressed my face into the blankets, letting Dylan do his work. He licked at my hole expertly, using his fingers to open me up and his tongue to relax me. <br /><br />Before long I felt him climbing up onto the bed. He entered me in one movement, sliding all the way into my body and forcing my guts to adjust to his length and girth. As he bottomed out, he pressed his chest against my back and let his weight press down on top of me. His arms came up underneath mine and he began to thrust in and out of me. <br /><br />Dylan started slow, but after a few seconds, his mood shifted. He became aggressive, pulling at my hair and lifting my body up off the bed. He planted his hand in the middle of my chest and pulled me back into him. His mouth connected with the back of my neck and he started to suck and chew on my skin. <br /><br />I turned to try to meet his lips with mine, but he pushed my head away. Every time I tried to look behind me, he grabbed my head and shoved it back down.<br /><br />When he finished kissing me, he made a deep sound of satisfaction and pushed me back down into the bed. With my face and chest planted against the mattress, he drilled me wildly, slamming three or four inches of his fat cock into me again and again. <br /><br />His dick was punching me deep in my gut and his shaft kept sliding over my prostate. I was rock hard and loving the pounding he was giving me. "I'm going to cum," I squealed as Dylan slammed deep inside of me again. <br /><br />Dylan lifted me back up onto my knees. "Fucking shoot it babe. Shoot your load while I knock you up." <br /><br />Dylan thrust upward into me as I stroked my cock. When I was a moment away from cumming, he grabbed my head and turned it toward the picture window on the opposite wall. We hadn't shut the blinds, and in the house next door, my neighbor's son was looking at us, his shoulder moving quickly as he jerked off behind his desk. He was just starting college, and I'd lusted after his young body more than once. Our eyes connected just as I started to shoot my load. <br /><br />"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I said as I turned away from the window. It was too late, and I unloaded into the blankets as Dylan collapsed on top of me, humping his load into my ass. He ground our bodies together as he made out with me, pushing his way into my mouth and biting my lower lip. <br /><br />When he was finally done, he collapsed into a heap on top of me. His cock slipped out and I felt his cum running out onto my balls. Dylan kissed me behind the ear and then whispered, "We gave that kid a nice show, I think. If he didn't know he was into dudes before, he does now." <br /><br />"You knew?" I panted. <br /><br />"I've been waiting for a chance for a while. I see him watching us sometimes." he said as he crawled off of me and pawed off toward the bathroom. He called out, "Bet he blew a big load too. I fucked you good for him." <br /><br />I rolled my eyes and laid back on the bed. At least it was pretty unlikely that he would tell anyone. <br /><br />------------------------------------<br /><br />The next day, when I came home from work, Dylan was sitting on the front steps of my house. âWhat are you doing here?" I asked, thinking that he probably wanted to play around. <br /><br />"Waiting for our friend to come home." He said as he motioned at the house next door. <br /><br />"I live next door to these people, Dyl. Don't fuck this up." <br /><br />"I don't fuck things up." Dylan said with a smile. He was still in his gym gear, a tight tshirt and shorts that were just a little too short. His bulge was full and prominent, meaning that he was wearing a jock and had his junk bunched up in the pouch. <br /><br />âI'm going to go work out.â I said, âDon't bang him without me.â <br /><br />I got a text from Dylan about an hour later. "Just talked to Chris. Apologized for leaving the window open. He didn't seem very upset." <br /><br />"Good." I texted back. <br /><br />"He's one of us and a virgin." A string of smiley faces followed. "I told him he should hang out with us this weekend if he doesn't have anything going on." <br /><br />A picture followed. It was a pic of the neighbor kid as he walked away from Dylan. He was wearing jeans and a white t shirt. He was lean, with just enough muscle mass to give his body some definition and make him look like a man. I knew from gaping at him from inside my house that he had a fucking beautiful ass. Dylan had noticed as well.<br /><br />I had expected that Dylan would want to fuck when I got home. In most cases, if he sent me dirty texts during the day, it meant we would hook up later in the evening. Dylan didn't like to go without. <br /><br />"Are you coming over tonight?" I asked. <br /><br />"Probably not." Dylan texted back, "I think you need some time off so you're ready for our play-date." Another smiley face. <br /><br />"He might think we're just going to watch TV." <br /><br />"I doubt that." Dylan said, "I had a hard-on the whole time I talked to him. So did he. He knows what's coming." <br /><br />I waited in anticipation for the next three days. Every time I looked out of my window and saw Chris, I lusted after his body. I'd discovered myself a little later in life, and never really had a chance to hook up with young guys. One of the best parts of being with Dylan was that he was letting me sow my wild oats in a way that I never would have had the courage too. At night, I found myself peeking through my closed window. Chris hadn't closed his blinds since the night he watched us fuck, and he came in from the shower every evening around 10 and slowly dressed. Even though my curtains were down, I was fairly sure he knew I was watching. <br /><br />When Saturday came, Dylan showed up at my house around three. He tossed me a jockstrap and grinned. "Put that on. I makes you look slutty." I stripped down right there and put the jock on. My dick was already hard and dripping precum. Dylan slipped by me and ran his finger over the tip. He sucked up my fluid and kissed me. <br /><br />"You think this boy is going to want to fuck or get fucked." <br /><br />"Normally, I'd say he's going to want to fuck, but with you around, it's never really clear." <br /><br />"Did you see his ass?" Dylan said as he ran a hand over my cheeks. "I'd love to see those muscles bulging as he pounds my man." Dylan pushed a finger inside of me and I instinctively pushed back and groaned. <br /><br />"You're too easy." Dylan said as he straightened out the straps across my ass. "Put your pants back on, stud." <br /><br />I ran my hand across Dylan's chest and then dressed. About half an hour later, there was a knock on my back door. Dylan went to get it. He came back with Chris, who, judging from his wide-eyed glare, was nervous. <br /><br />"I was going to watch a basketball game." Dylan said as he flipped on the TV. "You want a beer or something." <br /><br />"Uh, I'm eighteen." Chris said.<br /><br />"I won't tell if you don't." Dylan said when he returned with three beers. "In fact, best we keep this little meet-up a secret. You know what I mean?" <br /><br />"I'm not going to tell my parents, if that's what you mean." <br /><br />"Cool." Dylan said as he gestured for Chris to sit down. Dylan sat a few feet away from him on the couch, leaving me with a chair all by myself. <br /><br />Dylan spread out, as he always did. It was a trait that guys like him seemed to possess naturally, the ability to take up space. With Dylan, the effect was more impressive because he was such a huge dude. He opened up his legs so that his bulge was visible, but in his jeans it was nothing more than a big lump. <br /><br />"So, we just wanted to invite you over to apologize again about the other night. We'll keep the blinds shut from now on." I said to Chris. <br /><br />"It was ok." Chris stammered. <br /><br />"That's not what you told me," Dylan said with a laugh. <br /><br />"It was better than OK." Chris said as his face blushed a deep red. <br /><br />'You think you saw anything that you'd want to try out someday? I've got a pretty wide repertoire of moves. Maybe we should leave the window open every night so that you can expand your horizons." Dylan said, immediately upping the ante. "Or, you know, we could teach you in person." <br /><br />"Dyl . . ." I started. <br /><br />"He's seen it all, babe. We don't have many secrets from him." Dylan turned back to Chris, "Like, I'm sure that you know from watching that Matt sucks dick really well. One of the best I've ever had." <br /><br />Chris adjusted himself in the chair and I saw him paw at his crotch. He was still blushing, but seemed to be adjusting to the mood. "It seems like he's good, but, I don't know . . . I've never been with a guy."<br /><br />"Come here." Dylan said. He lifted one leg onto the couch so that Chris could sit between his legs. The kid hesitated for a minute and then scooched over on the couch and sat down. Dylan put one hand on Chris' leg and the other he wrapped around his chest to pull him in close. There was another moment of hesitation, and then he leaned back into Dylan. I saw him relax, and knew well what he was feeling. A big guy like Dylan, holding you, took away most ordinary stress. <br /><br />Slowly, Dylan moved a hand to the kids crotch and started to touch his bulge. He rubbed it a few times before he asked, "Can I take it out." Chris nodded and Dylan unbuckled his jeans. As he did, he kissed the back of Chris' neck. "Ready for some fun?" <br /><br />Chris nodded and Dylan looked at me and winked. I got up from the couch and then got down on my knees in front of Chris and Dylan. Slowly, Dylan pushed down Chris' boxers and pulled out his dick. His cock was long and thin, about six and a half inches of teen meat. His cut head was flaring and pulsing in anticipation. <br /><br />"In about thirty seconds, you're going to wonder how you went so long without getting head. It's like . . . the best thing ever." Dylan said as I leaned in. I smelled Chris' scent and felt the heat emanating from his groin. Then I took the head of his cock into my mouth. <br /><br />Chris gasped and leaned backward. Dylan kissed at his neck and rubbed his chest. I continued to suck him as I slowly worked his pants off. Chris' balls were drawn up against his body, and completely shaven. I sucked on his sack, licking at the skin and then running my tongue around the base of his cock as I jacked him off. Then I moved back to sucking him. It was his first time, and I didn't want to deprive him. <br /><br />"Feels good, doesn't it." Dylan whispered into Chris' ear. <br /><br />"Holy shit man. This is amazing." <br /><br />"Matt loves dick. He lives for it." He whispered, "Did you see him smell your dick right before he took it in his mouth? That's how you know you're going to be treated to some real cock worship. A dude that sniffs your dick will never give you shitty head." <br /><br />I continued to suck Chris for a few more minutes until he was panting hard and grinding backward against Dylan. Dylan pushed my forehead away and rubbed Chris's chest again. "I think you need a break, stud, or you're going to blow your load before we have a chance to show you the ropes." <br /><br />Chris caught his breath, but his cock kept bouncing and dancing. Dylan reached up under his shirt and tweaked one of his nipples. "You wanna watch me get my dick sucked, or do you want to try to learn how to do it yourself?" <br /><br />Chris paused and then he looked back at Dylan. "Can I see yours?" <br /><br />"Fuck yeah, bro." <br /><br />Dylan jumped off the couch, moving much more quickly than a man his size normally does. He pulled his shirt over his head and then unbuttoned his jeans. He stood on the couch in front of Chris and said, "Open it up, dude." <br /><br />Chris reached over slowly and pulled open the front of Dylan's jeans. His thick pubes, trimmed a little short but still bushy, poured out of his fly. Slowly, Chris reached into Dylan's shorts and started feeling his cock. <br /><br />"Fuck, it's hot dude." Chris said. <br /><br />"Hot for you, bro." Dylan said as he pulled Chris' face against the bulge running along his leg. "You did that to me. You made me this excited. You want to do more for me?" <br /><br />Chris nodded and Dylan slipped his jeans off his hips. They fell to the ground and his massive cock, half hard and growing, flopped out in front of him. Dylan reached behind Chris's head and started to pull him toward his throbbing dick. Chris didn't resist, but he moved slowly, staring at Dylan's massive member. I moved over and knelt down next to him. <br /><br />âJust make him feel good, Chris. Explore his body with your mouth. It's pretty hard to fuck up." <br /><br />Chris took the head of Dylan's dick into his mouth and started to suck. Dylan moaned and rubbed the back of Chris' neck. Slowly, the kid worked his way down the shaft and then pulled back off with a pop. <br /><br />"Taste's good, doesn't it." I said to him. <br /><br />"Fuck." Chris said, panting while he held Dylan's eight inch member in his hand. <br /><br />Dylan grabbed onto his dick. He tapped it against Chris' cheek a few times before lifting it up. "Suck my balls, dude. This is your chance, get some of everything." <br /><br />Chris licked across Dylan's sack, then sucked one of his nuts into his mouth. He moved slowly, cautiously, but as Dylan started to guide his mouth around his junk, Chris started to relax and go with the flow. Dylan continued to mutter words of encouragement. Eventually he looked at me and told me to get on his ass. <br /><br />I moved behind him and pushed open his cheeks. Dylan's hole was clean, pink, and hairy like usual. I dove in, moving my tongue around in circles. Dylan started moaning, but he continued to pay more attention to Chris. I kept up the rim job for a few minutes while Dylan moved Chris around and played with the kid's hair. Finally, he stepped away from both of us and looked at Chris. <br /><br />"You think you want to fuck my man? Even if he doesn't like to admit it, his ass was made for cock." <br /><br />"I, uh . . ." Chris hesitated. I could tell this was all a little overwhelming. <br /><br />Dylan was already on it. He'd pulled Chris up to his feet and was rubbing his shoulders. In the meantime, I sat down on the couch and got ready to lift my legs for my teenage neighbor. Dylan continued to rub Chris's shoulders as he moved him toward me.<br /><br />"Dude, the thing about fucking is that it's a biological imperative. Once you get your cock in him, your body will know what to do." Dylan moved his mouth to the kid's ear, "You're a fucking stud, dude. A Grade A fuck machine. You were made for this. You're hot as hell and he's lucky to get the privilege of riding your cock. Keep that in mind the whole time." <br /><br />I saw confidence fill Chris' eyes, and as he approached me, I lifted up my legs. Dylan moved beside us and poured lube on my hole and then on Chris' cock. He gave the guy's dick a few squeezes and then lined it up with my asshole. Again, his hand was on Chris's back, rubbing it.<br /><br />"You can go as slow as you want or as fast as you want. There's nothing he can't handle. You aren't going to break him and you don't have to pretend you love him." <br /><br />With that, I felt Chris' dick enter my body. He pushed for a second until the head slipped in, and then, almost without warning, he plunged in all the way. "Fuck," I groaned from pleasure. Chris started to pull back out as if he had hurt me, "No dude. It's awesome. Give it to me." <br /><br />Chris started to hump me. Dylan was next to him, feeling up his chest and licking at his nipples. "Feel's good, right." <br /><br />"Feels awesome." Chris said. He drove into me again and held his dick there. "Oh man, that's amazing." <br /><br />Dylan kissed him hard. When he broke away he grinned big, "What do you think your parents would say if they knew your neighbor was deflowering you?" <br /><br />Chris pumped into me a few more times, "Who the fuck cares?" <br /><br />Dylan laughed, "Good answer. Now turn him over and you can really pound him." <br /><br />We quickly maneuvered so that I was on my knees and Dylan was sitting on the floor in front of me. He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me into his crotch. "Don't ignore me, babe. You haven't had a taste of my nut in days, and I don't want to have to send you to bed without your dinner." <br /><br />I buried my face in his damp junk, rubbing my cheeks against his sweaty, spit covered balls. Then I started to suck his cock just as I felt Chris enter me again. <br /><br />"Fuck him dude. Use his body to get off." Dylan said loudly. Chris picked up the pace, going balls deep with nearly every thrust. "Put your hand on his head." I felt Chris' hand there and then Dylan's on top of it. I had about a second to prepare before Dylan and Chris pushed me all the way down on Dylan's big cock. <br /><br />"There you go, cocksucker." Dylan said. "We're still working on the deep throating, but pretty soon I'll be able to fuck his throat like it's an asshole. I want to hold him there forever." <br /><br />I was running out of air and pulled back against their hands. Dylan didn't let up, asserting his dominance over me for Chris. As if seeing him manhandle and plow me in the bedroom wasn't enough, now he got to see Dylan practically choke me out with his dick.<br /><br />"Feels good, dude, I'm about ready to cum." Dylan said to Chris, "If you want a taste, you better get down there." Dylan pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped the side of my face with it. "Share with your superiors, babe. Don't gobble it all up." <br /><br />Chris laid against me and started to suck the tip of Dylan's cock. Knowing that I could get Dylan's load whenever I wanted, I licked and kissed the kid while he got ready to eat his first load of jock cum. Within seconds I saw the head of Dylan's cock flare and his cum started to pour out. It was a thick load, and it kept coming, running down the shaft of his cock and into his pubes. I moved to the base of his dick and ate his nut while Chris took care of the cum at the top. When we'd eaten almost all of it, Dylan brought our faces together and we kissed, swapping the remaining cum between us. <br /><br />Dylan took Chris' chin in his hand and looked him in the eyes. "Good boy, now fuck your load into my man." <br /><br />Dylan got up and moved behind Chris. Again he rubbed his back and ass as Chris pounded me into the carpet. Any hesitation was gone, and he was pushing into me relentlessly. My asshole burned, but the sensation was intense and pleasurable. Dylan reached around and took my cock into his hand. I was barely able to contain myself. <br /><br />"Use that ass to make him feel good." Dylan muttered and then I started cumming. As my orgasm rocked through my body, I clenched my ass muscles, magnifying my orgasm and gripping Chris' cock. I heard him groan behind me and then he paused. <br /><br />Dylan's voice came in, "Shoot your load inside him dude. Knock him up." <br /><br />Chris gripped onto my hips and plunged into me a few more times. Then he collapsed onto my back and began to thrust in quick, jerking moments. I heard Dyl and him making out behind me with big sloppy kisses. When Chris was finally done, his dick slipped out of my hole. Dylan was on my ass in a second, licking up all the cum that ran out and then slipping his tongue inside of me for more. Finally, he slapped my ass and I rolled over. <br /><br />"Good job, stud." I said to Chris. <br /><br />Sweat poured down his face and he had a stupid grin stretching from ear to ear. Dylan pulled the three of us together, and we lay on the floor for a while before Chris made up some excuse to leave. Dylan slapped his ass as we sent him out the door.<br /><br />"Think we fucked him up? Maybe he should have done that with someone his own age." I said. <br /><br />"Stop worrying." Dylan said, half seriously and half joking. "That was like the best two hours of his life." <br /><br />âI guess you're right." <br /><br />Dylan rubbed my chest and then pulled me to his feet. "C'mon babe. I'm not done with you yet. " He hauled me up the stairs and threw me face down on the bed. The last thing I noticed before his cock stabbed into me was that he didn't shut the blinds. <br /><br />---------------------------<br />Thanks for reading guys. Let me know what you think or where you want the story to go next.<br />Charlie709@yahoo.com<br />C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-45799500417354615562018-04-09T13:19:00.000-07:002018-04-09T13:19:28.360-07:00Gym Buddies, Part 7 ----------------------------------------<br /> Gym Buddies, Part 7<br /> C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com<br /> cceroticstories.blogspot.com<br /> charliessmut.tumblr.com<br /> ---------------------------------------<br /><br /> It was a few weeks after Dylan and I tag-teamed his buddy Jason. I'd left work early and gone to the gym. By late afternoon I was headed home and looking forward to a quiet night. Dylan wanted to go out for dinner, which usually signified that he was in a romantic mood. My body was sore from my workout, and I needed some rest. After I fucked him, Dylan became more needy and more aggressive than usual. He had pinned my hands behind my back a few days ago, and my shoulders were still sore. <br /><br /> I washed up and came out of the shower. When I did, Dylan was sitting in a chair next to my bed. He was wearing his gym gear, and the chest and pits of his t-shirt were dark with sweat. He smiled at me. <br /><br /> "I went to the gym and they told me you'd just left. I decided to jog over here to see if you were up for a quick fuck." <br /><br /> "How'd you get in here?" I asked quickly. <br /><br /> "The door was unlocked. I texted you, but you didn't answer. I figured I'd just come in and find you." <br /><br /> "Oh." I said. <br /><br />
<a name='more'></a><br /> "I didn't think you'd mind." <br /><br /> "No, I don't. Sorry, I'm sore and was just relaxing in the shower." <br /><br /> "Getting all clean for me?" <br /><br /> "Getting ready for a nap," I said. <br /><br /> "Sounds boring," he said, "How about you suck my dick instead? I ran five miles. I bet my balls are good and sweaty." <br /><br /> "Hmmm . . ." I said. "Actually, I'm exhausted. Later?" <br /><br /> It was the first time Iâd ever turned him down. Even worse, he'd played a hand that was normally unbeatable. Dylan's sweaty body was almost irresistible. <br /><br /> "It's cool," he said. He walked over to me and took my shoulder. "Lay down, I'll give you a massage." <br /><br /> As I took my towel off and got on the bed, Dylan got the oil out of the bathroom. It was cold as ice when he drizzled it onto my back. He straddled my ass, pressing his weight into me and stretching out my muscles. I groaned before he even touched me. <br /><br /> He rubbed my back firmly, pushing his palms into my muscles and working out the stress. He knew my spots, we'd done this before, and he worked the muscles around my shoulders and then down my arms. Soon, he had moved to my lower back and then my ass. Dylan rubbed my firm ass cheeks, pushing them forward and then rubbing them softly. He pulled my cheeks apart a few times, but he never made a move or suggested he was interested in sex. I'm not sure why, but the fact that he wasn't trying to sexualize the massage started to turn me on. He'd wanted a blowjob, even set himself up to make it good for me, and when I said no, he moved on. <br /><br /> I began to grind my hardening dick into the bed. Dylan must have noticed, because as soon as I began to move, his fingers started to rub my hole softly. It wasnât explicitly sexual. If I'd been getting a professional massage I would have assumed that it was an accident. Slowly, he worked it into the rhythm, moving his finger across my rosebud every ten seconds or so. I began to groan and lift my ass toward him. I wasn't sure if I was being played, but I didn't care anymore. <br /><br /> "You want to flip over?" Dylan said softly. Then he ran his tongue up my spine, spotting at the bottom of my neck. <br /><br /> I turned, and Dylan straddled me again. He didn't touch my cock. He rubbed my chest, running his hands up my sides and then massaging my pecs. He was grinning now, aware that he was teasing me. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. <br /><br /> "You know, I've got another muscle that could use some attention." <br /><br /> "Nah, you don't want that," Dylan teased, "You're exhausted." <br /><br /> "I've gotten over my exhaustion." <br /><br /> "You know, after that run and this massage, I'm feeling pretty exhausted myself." Dylan rolled off of me and lay down on the bed. I sat there for a minute, trying to decide whether or not to give in. <br /><br /> I sighed, "So, I guess we're back to me sucking your dick." <br /><br /> Dylan slipped an arm behind my back and pulled me into him. I rolled onto my side and soon I was straddling him and he was underneath me. It took him twenty minutes, but he managed to get me where he wanted me. <br /><br /> "Take off your shirt," I whispered. <br /><br /> He pulled it off and then put his hands behind his head. "You don't have to do it, not if you don't want to. If you want to take a nap, I'll leave you be. Our cocks arenât going anywhere. It can wait." <br /><br /> "Fuck," I groaned as I lay down on top of Dylan. His big body was solid, strong, and hot. As my cheek hit his chest, I caught a whiff of his pit. He smelled sexy. A little sweaty, but not gross yet. I leaned back and rolled my head onto one of his biceps. I lay there, and sucked at the skin surrounding his armpit, licking gently as I took in his scent and warmth. I closed my eyes, focusing on Dylan as he started to rub my back with his hand. And then . . .<br /><br /> ----------------<br /><br /> When I woke up, Dylan had pulled a sheet over both of us. He was still fully clothed, but had also fallen asleep. I felt him up without his awareness, running my hand over his firm, hairy stomach and then down to the muscles that framed his groin. I moved my hand down and pushed it into his shorts. I had a hard-on, a product of my nap, and was about ten times hornier than I was when I crashed. When I slipped my hand downward and began to play with his pubes, I couldn't resist going further. <br /><br /> My favorite time to blow a guy is in the morning. I love the slept in feel and smell of his body. Dylan's crotch was radiating a humid heat, and as I fondled his soft cock, I knew I had to suck it. I reached lower and began to play with his balls. They were hot and damp as well from being pent up between his legs as he slept. <br /><br /> I moved under the sheets and pushed the waistband of his shorts downward. I took his cock into my mouth and started to suck and tongue it, hoping to get him hard before he woke up. It only took ten seconds before I felt his hand on the back of my head. <br /><br /> "See, I always know how to get a blowjob out of you." <br /><br /> I spit his cock out. "Don't pretend like you planned this." <br /><br /> Dylan pushed his shorts down and kicked them off. "Do my balls, babe. You know you want to." <br /><br /> I moved lower under the covers and then crawled between his legs. I could smell Dylan's man musk before I reached his nuts. He had a sexy scent, one that I'd come to associate with his masculinity and dominance. Showered Dylan, maybe with a little bit of cologne, was my boyfriend. He was the guy who took me out, showed me off to his friends, and was genuinely caring toward me. Un-showered Dylan, fresh from the gym and pumped up from lifting, was aggressive, dominating, and sometimes a little cruel. Each side of him had his moments, but in truth, it was the combination that I loved in him. <br /><br /> I licked his nuts, starting at the base of his sack and then rolling each of the egg sized orbs over my tongue. I took one last deep breath and then licked my way up his body. I ignored his dick, which was hard now with precum oozing down the side. I wanted a taste, but wanted to keep him waiting. <br /><br /> I moved over his firm stomach and moved to his nipples. As I moved up his body, Dylan pushed my head back downward. He'd just woken up, and he was horny. He wanted a blowjob, not a drawn out encounter. While I licked at his nipple, he brought a second hand to my head and tried to move me back to his dick. I resisted. Dylan groaned, but then he relaxed and the tension left his muscles. I bit his nipple hard, and laughed when he winced. I liked to let Dylan take control, but I didn't want it to be easy. <br /><br /> He grabbed my head again and this time shoved it into his pits. "They're pretty ripe, babe, but I guess this is what you wanted." <br /><br /> He clamped his arm around my head, and I was surrounded by the strong scent of his body odor. He wasn't lying. Dylan had probably skipped the deodorant before the gym because he knew I would like it. A few hours later, things were getting intense. <br /><br /> "Lick it up babe. Show me how much you love my body,â he grumbled.<br /><br /> He didn't give me a chance to do it myself. He ground his body against mine, rubbing my face into the scratchy hair in his pit. Over the course of a minute, my face was covered with a thick slime made of my spit and his sweat. He used his arm to hold me against him, in an envelope of warmth, humidity, and stink until I struggled to breath. <br /><br /> When he let me out, the cold air rushed against my face. Dylan pulled me by my hair to his face. He kissed me hard. <br /><br /> "Fuck, you smell good," he said with a smile. "Just like me." <br /><br /> He rubbed my sweaty head, pulling me into the space under his chin and smelling his own pit stink on my face. "I like it when you get a little faggy for me." He grabbed my mouth and shoved a finger inside before rubbing the side of my head. "My little cocksucker." <br /><br /> I blushed and felt my face burning. <br /><br /> âYou want to suck my big cock, boy?" Dylan teased, "Take it all the way into that soft throat of yours?" <br /><br /> I nodded against his neck as he rubbed my head. <br /><br /> "You gonna let me bend you into whatever shape I want and fuck that ass?" <br /><br /> I nodded again, but then I bit him on the collarbone. His muscles tensed up and he pulled my hair in response. Then he slapped my ass hard. <br /><br /> "You used to be so obedient. I think I got soft with you." Dylan said. He licked the back of my ear, "I love you too much to treat you like a whore now. Even though I know you're still a whore." <br /><br /> I licked his neck and kissed along his jawline. I didn't want to say anything that might ruin the moment. Again his hand was on my head, pushing me downward. His other hand snaked down my back and teased my hole. Suddenly, I wanted him inside of me. <br /><br /> "Make me feel good, babe." Dylan said softly. <br /><br /> I licked my way down his chest and stomach, but bypassed his dick. There was no sense in making this easy for him. I licked around the base of his cock, and then went back to his nuts, running my tongue up under his sack.<br /><br /> Dylan had big nuts. When he came, they pulled up against his body, but otherwise, they were usually swinging between his legs, slapping into my own balls as he fucked me from behind. I took them in my hand and then stretched my mouth to get both of them inside. Once I had them, I sucked and pulled them away from Dylanâs body. He groaned loudly and rubbed my head. <br /><br /> "Fuck me, you give a good ball job. You like those nuts, boy?" <br /><br /> "Fuck yeah. I love sucking on your balls, dude." I replied as I continued to lick and suck at the skin. I rolled the big eggs around in my hand, teasing his sensitive skin while I felt him up. <br /><br /> Dylan closed his legs around my skull, knowing that I would get off on the body contact and the pressure. I licked all around his balls, rolling them over my tongue and burying my nose in his bush as I sucked at them. He continued to rub my head, slowly lulling me into a role that he knew I loved - his own private cocksucker. <br /><br /> "You better take me out to dinner when we're done." I said.<br /><br /> "How about you eat my ass instead?" Dylan replied as he lifted his legs. <br /><br /> My only regret was that I'd already given his balls a thorough tongue bath. There are few things I love more than rimming a guy while I can still smell the sweat on his nuts. Still, I didn't mind having his ball bag pressed against my forehead as I licked his asshole and taint. <br /><br /> Dylan grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pulled me in. I dug my tongue deep inside of him, forcing his body open. Above, I felt a rhythmic tapping on my head and realized that his cock was bouncing up and down. Dylan was primed and ready to go. I wondered how much longer he could hold out. <br /><br /> "Think you can last long enough to fuck me?" I asked. <br /><br /> "If I can't, I'll just drop a load in your mouth and then fuck another one into your ass. Getting my nut twice is double the fun. For me at least.â<br /><br /> I took that as a challenge. I moved back to his cock and began to suck hard. Dylan chuckled and pulled me off. "You really think you're ready for two loads?" <br /><br /> "I don't think you have it in you." I said back as I teased the tip of his dick with my tongue. <br /><br /> "You're going to have to work harder for the first one. I'm not even close." <br /><br /> "Liar." I said. <br /><br /> I dove onto his dick and took it all the way down to the base. I felt my throat open and Dylan's cock slide in. While I wasn't an expert at deep throating, I did everything I could to avoid coughing his cock back up. After a few seconds, I let him slide out of my throat. He was rock hard and the head of his dick was pulsing. No matter what he said, he was on the edge. <br /><br /> I gripped his shaft and dug my tongue in under his foreskin. This was one of the last crevices that I hadn't devoured, and I tasted his tang under the ridge of his glans. I dug in deep and then pulled his foreskin up over the tip. I licked at the loose skin while Dylan leaked precum onto my tongue. Then, for the second time, I dove down onto his dick, taking it all in my throat in one quick movement. <br /><br /> Dylan's hand was on the back of my head in a flash. He gripped my hair and pulled me off his dick so that only the head was in my mouth. Then his hand flattened out and he pushed me back down. I gave up, relaxed, and took his cock again. Then I felt his fingers tighten and knew what was coming. He pulled me off and then pushed me down again. This time, I gagged badly. When he pulled me back off his dick, he was grinning from ear to ear. <br /><br /> "If you want to play games, we can play games." <br /><br /> I rolled off of Dylan onto my back and hung my head over the side. I'd seen it done in porn and figured it was worth a shot. "Give it a go, Dyl." I said. <br /><br /> "Youâre serious? You know I fuck like a stallion." <br /><br /> "You want my throat or not?" I asked. I was turned on, in a fucking sickly submissive mood, and wanted my man's cock in my body. <br /><br /> Dylan moved the tip of his dick over my lips and his balls dangled over my eyes. I immediately fell in love with the position. I opened my mouth, and he rested his dick on my lips. <br /><br /> "You sure you want me to try this?" <br /><br /> "You're always telling me that I need to loosen up. Quit being a pussy and try to fuck my throat." I snarled.<br /><br /> Dylan let out a deep rumble and leaned forward. His dick slipped into my mouth and soon his mushroom head was knocking at the back of my throat. I took a breath and he pushed in, slowly going deeper until his balls brushed across my face. Then he slowly pulled back out. <br /><br /> "Not bad." Dylan said. Before I could respond he pushed back in. This time, he put his hand on my throat and held his dick inside my gob for a few seconds. He pulled back out and pushed back in. Then he pulled out completely. Spit and throat slime dripped on my face. <br /><br /> "Fuck that's hot, babe. I can see my cock in your throat. Fucking stretching you out." <br /><br /> I opened up and he pushed in again. "Fuck," he practically yelled before pulling out. <br /><br /> "You like?" <br /><br /> "This is awesome, babe." <br /><br /> "Go faster, I want to see what I can do." <br /><br /> Dylan tapped my lips twice with the head of his dick, and I opened up. He pushed in, but this time instead of waiting, he pulled a few inches out and pushed back in. He repeated the action a few times, each time going deeper. My throat was sore and my eyes teared up. As long as I stayed relaxed, however, things were working. Dylan repeated the motion one more time and then he pulled out. <br /><br /> "Babe, if you get good at this, I'm going to chain you to a bench and fuck this throat all day long." <br /><br /> "Feels good?" I asked as I rubbed my throat.<br /><br /> "You have no idea." <br /><br /> This time, without asking, he plunged in again. I choked and coughed, but Dylan pushed forward anyway. Tears poured from my eyes as his nuts came to rest right on top of my nose. He rubbed my throat and then I coughed hard again. Dylan pulled out quickly, and again cock snot and throat slime coated my face. <br /><br /> Dylan leaned over and licked at my mouth. He pushed his tongue in and made out with me, our heads facing opposite directions. Weirdly, it was one of the most romantic kisses he ever gave me. Always aggressive and in charge when he kissed me, this time I felt completely owned. When he pulled away, he moved his hands to my mouth and played with my lips before pushing his fingers in. He pushed them deep into my throat, gagging me some, but owning my mouth more than he ever had before. When he was done he wiped his fingers off on my chest and straddled my face. <br /><br /> "Jerk your cock and suck my balls, boy." Dylan groaned. I took both nuts into my mouth and started to suck while I pulled on my dick. Above me, I heard Dylan spanking his own meat. <br /><br /> "You like my balls in your face?" Dylan asked, "Like my hard thighs against your cheeks while you worship my manhood?" <br /><br /> I grumbled a little against his skin and then pushed him forward so that I could run my tongue over his asshole. Dylan pulled me forward by the legs so that my head was supported by the bed and then he sat hard on my face. His ass engulfed me, and I licked at whatever I could find. <br /><br /> Dylan finally moaned loudly and then I felt his cum splattering on my chest and stomach. "Fuck, yes, fuck yes" he repeated. "Get your tongue up in there, babe. Fucking get in there." <br /><br /> Dylan scooped his cum off my body and then grabbed onto my cock, jerking me off with his own cum. He leaned over and started to lick my dick. The thought that Dylan was sucking his own cum off my cock was too much for me. I exploded in his mouth. His tongue moved across my head, licking up every drop. When I was finished, he moved his mouth over my balls, sucking up what was left, and then he dragged his lips across my body to gather up every last drop. <br /><br /> Dylan stood up and took a few steps back. I rolled over on the bed. I was covered in sweat and spit, and Dylan had sweat rolling down his chest. His cock was still as hard as it was when he was plunging into my throat. <br /><br /> Dylan winked at me quickly and then he pulled his cock down from his body. When he let go of it, it slapped against his stomach. <br /><br /> "You want me to fuck you now or do you think you need a break?" <br /><br /> I rubbed my throat and admitted it. "I need a little break." <br /><br /> "Pussy," Dylan laughed. <br /><br /> I rolled my eyes and began to mentally prepare for round two. <br /><br /> ---------------------------<br /> Thanks for reading guys. Let me know what you think or what youâd like to see next. Charlie709@yahoo.com<br />C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-10564199972904009532018-02-05T20:30:00.001-08:002018-02-05T20:30:16.537-08:00Michael Hoffman Gets Fucked
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">----------------------------------------<br />Michael Hoffman Gets Fucked<br />C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com<br />cceroticstories.blogspot.com<br />charliessmut.tumblr.com<br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />Thanks to another author who got me going with this idea in an email exchange. If you like pictures, go to http://justmichaelahoffman.tumblr.com/ and https://www.waybig.com/blog/2010/01/26/corbinfisher-cain/ for pics of Hoffman and Cain. <br /><br />Cain stared at the tattooed stud in the mirrors from across the gym. He'd gotten used to people, men and women, staring at him when he worked out. For ten years he'd stacked muscle onto his frame, building up a huge chest and arms that maxed out at over seventeen inches when he had a good pump. Everyone looked, and he'd learned to ignore it. <br /><br />Occasionally though, he caught guys looking at him in a different way. These guys stared at him, their eyes panning over his body from the top of his chest all the way down to his tree trunk legs. Sometimes he could see their eyes widened as they realized that he was who they thought he was. <br /><br />Years of doing gay porn had made him a minor celebrity in the fitness world. He didn't mind the attention, especially because he was able to parlay it into a free blowjob whenever he need one. He knew from the moment he caught the tatted stud staring that he was one of those guys, and he was fairly sure that he recognized him. <br /><a name='more'></a><br />Cain looked at him again as the guy screwed up his face and pulled some weight off the ground. Though not as big as Cain, he had very well developed muscles and a lean body. His skin was covered with tattoos; they ran down his arms, up his neck, and across his legs. Cain stared for a moment, trying to place him, and then his mind connected the dots. <br /><br />He'd seen a Youtube video not too long ago where a guy said that doing porn had ruined his life. It was a story Cain was familiar with, and he looked the guy up online. He was surprised when he found out that all the guy had done was rub some oil on another guy's chest, shoved a few fingers up his ass, and let a dude suck him. Cain had done it all, and he didn't think the attention was all that bad. In the end, he pegged the guy as a whiny bitch. <br /><br />Hoffman, he thought. Mike Hoffman or something like that. When he caught him stealing another glance, he started to put it together. Only guys who are worried that the rumors are hitting too close to home flip out like that.<br /><br />He waited for the tatted gym rat to head into the locker room and then followed him. By chance, their lockers were near one another. Cain opened his up and stripped off his tank. Then he turned to Hoffman and ran his hand over his smooth chest. <br /><br />"How's it going, dude? I feel like I've seen you around. Online, you know?" <br /><br />Hoffman looked down at the floor for a second and then looked up at Cain. "Yeah? I recognized you too. You, uh, you did some stuff too, right?" <br /><br />"Some stuff?" Cain laughed. He could tell that Hoffman was covering and that the guy had seen every one of his videos. "I did all the stuff, bro. Made good money too, and it was fun." <br /><br />"Was it worth it?" <br /><br />"Fuck yeah, man." Cain said. He put a hand on Hoffman's shoulder, rubbing it a little bit. He flinched under his touch. "I saw your vid. Don't let other people get you down." <br /><br />"I know. It's just that, you know, I did all this stuff but nothing really came of it. It was almost all bad and no good." <br /><br />"That's cause you didn't do it right. Who did you think was going to be watching your vids? Chicks? Your audience is a bunch of gay guys and you've got to play to them. If you do that, you'll make a ton of money. Like right now, tonight, we could pull down a few hundred in a few hours if you really tried." <br /><br />"No way, man. I've tried." <br /><br />"Shower and come back to my place. Trust me, if we just rub oil on each other and flex a little, we can blow up the cam sites. Guys love you, bro. That's why everyone knows who you are." <br /><br />Hoffman hesitated, but Cain held his gaze and dared him to say no with his eyes. He flexed his muscles and broadened his shoulders. When Hoffman's pupil's dilated he knew that he'd hooked the little stud. Not only was he going to make big money, he was going to get a blowjob from this little bitch. As much as he loved women, almost nothing could beat teaching a little girl like Michael Hoffman what it means to be a man. <br /><br />When they were in the shower, Cain gave Hoffman a once over. He had a tight body, thick with muscle that was spread out across his frame making him look thick and bulky. He hadn't been shaving, and there was hair on his stomach and a decent, trimmed bush above his dick. His dick, though not as big as Cain's was half hard. When he turned away from Cain, Cain stared at his ass. It was tight and muscular, two long ovals of solid muscles. In that moment, Cain changed his plans. He wasn't just going to make a few hundred dollars; he was going to own that muscled ass. <br /><br />They dressed and Hoffman followed Cain back to his place. Cain set up the camera and they sat down on the couch. For about an hour, the two guys talked on cam and flashed their cocks for tips. When they had a big following, they began to amp it up. Cain reached for a bottle of body oil and then got behind Hoffman and poured onto his back. <br /><br />He began to rub the oil into Hoffman's shoulders, checking out his tattoos and massaging his muscles. Hoffman had solid muscle development for a guy with his frame. He wasn't nearly as bulky as Cain, but his strength was obvious and he looked amazing. Slowly, Cain moved his hands down over Hoffman's chest. As he did, he ran his lips along the back of the younger guy's neck. <br /><br />Hoffman immediately tensed up, "What the fuck dude?" <br /><br />"Just lean back into me," Cain whispered, "Just do it and give it a minute." <br /><br />Hoffman did just that, rolling his head back and letting Cain rub his muscled chest. Every few seconds, Cain would kiss his neck or lick his shoulder, and the tips came pouring in. "Quit thinking about whether what we're doing is gay and start thinking about the pile of money we're making. Eyes on the prize dude." Cain whispered. <br /><br />When he thought about it that way, Hoffman wasn't so nervous. He'd done the body oil thing and it turned out pretty well. After a few more minutes, the guys changed places and Hoffman started to rub oil into Cain's broad back. After a few minutes, Cain suggested that Hoffman should work his chest and maybe his legs. Once he was on his back, he told Hoffman to straddle him and put his ass down on his crotch. The goal, he kept telling Hoffman, was to convince the viewers that these two straight studs were totally into each other's bodies. <br /><br />As Hoffman ran his hands over Cains thick chest, Cain responded to his every touch, performing for the camera and drawing in more viewers. Hoffman was so impressed by Cain's body, the sheer amount of muscle that he'd stacked on his frame, that his attitude was almost worshipful. As he ran his fingers over Cain's tight, dark brown nipples, he felt Cain's dick start to thicken and press into his ass. The sexual contact and the eroticism of the encounter worked on his brain and soon his own dick thickened. He considered adjusting himself, but didn't want to draw attention to his hard-on. <br /><br />"Lean in and kiss me," Cain said. <br /><br />Hoffman balked again. Cain rolled his eyes and reached up and pulled him down. They locked lips and made out while the tips came pouring in. As Hoffman's body slid forward, Cain felt his hard cock against his abs and knew that he was right about the guy.<br /><br />For a second, Hoffman tried to shut Cain out, but as the kissing continued he opened up his mouth and Cain shoved his tongue in. The tension left Hoffman's body as he relaxed, and then he returned the kiss with enthusiasm. Hoffman groaned and Cain broke away. <br /><br />"You liked that, huh?" <br /><br />"It was OK," Hoffman said, "But, uh, lets stick to massaging each other." <br /><br />Cain pulled Hoffman close again and said, "I've kissed a lot of guys, bro. Straight guys, bi guys, gay guys, I've done it all, and you kiss me like a gay guy. You're not fooling me." He tweaked Hoffman's nipple hard and then pointed down at his cock.<br /><br />Hoffman started to protest but Cain flipped him over and reversed their positions. He pinned Hoffman between his knees and smiled at him from above. His thick cock filled out one side of his white briefs, stretching them to one side. He grabbed one of Hoffman's hands and placed it on the bulge in his shorts. Hoffman's fingers gripped onto it. <br /><br />"There you go dude," Cain said, "If people are going to say you're gay, you might as well just be gay, right?" <br /><br />Hoffman remained silent. <br /><br />"Take it out," Cain said. <br /><br />Slowly Hoffman worked the huge tool out from under the fabric. Cain's cock was eight inches long, thick, and uncut. As Hoffman held onto it, the foreskin rolled back and revealed a slick, pink head. Cain grabbed the base and tapped his cock on Hoffman's body a few times. As he did, the chimes kept going off as more and more tips came in. <br /><br />"How many cocks have you sucked?" Cain asked. <br /><br />"I told you man, I'm not . . ." <br /><br />Cain interrupted, "I didn't ask you that. I asked you how many cocks you've sucked." <br /><br />"A few." Hoffman said as he broke off eye contact and blushed. <br /><br />"Don't worry about it man," Cain said, "I've sucked, like, dozens of dudes. Quit being such a bitch." <br /><br />Cain grabbed onto his dick and slowly jerked it over Hoffman's chest. Hoffman reached up and began to run his hands over Cain's oily abs and chest. Cain rocked back and forth over Hoffman, occasionally driving his ass down into Hoffman's hard dick. He wondered if Hoffman knew what was coming, if he had known it when Cain first invited him to his apartment. Cain had played his hand perfectly, and there was no question in his mind that the day would end with his dick lodged firmly in Hoffman's ass. <br /><br />He caught Hoffman staring at his dick, watching as precum slowly oozed out of the red piss-slit and his hood glided back and forth over his glans. He inched forward a bit, turned and mugged for the camera, and then placed the tip of his cock on Hoffman's lips. <br /><br />"Taste it, bro." Cain said. Hoffman kept his lips locked tight. "Taste it," Cain said more firmly. <br /><br />He watched as Hoffman's tongue darted out and tasted the tip of his dick. Cain knew that that was all it would take. If a guy was willing to take a taste, he was willing to take the whole thing. Cain gave a thumbs up to the camera and then wrapped his hand around the back of Hoffman's head. Slowly, he tilted his head upward and pressed the head of his dick firmly against Hoffman's lips and teeth. <br /><br />"Look at me," Cain said. He stretched out his chest and filled his lungs with air. He suddenly appeared huge and substantial. His dick, inches from Hoffman's eyes, seemed long, veiny, and thick. "Just do it, dude. Live out your fantasies and suck my dick." <br /><br />Hoffman looked at Cain's cock one more time, and then he opened his mouth and took it in. Cain let him suck on the head, barely taking it into his mouth, for a few minutes while he reached behind him and played with Hoffman's hard cock. He once again mugged for the camera while he pointed out Hoffman's big hard-on. <br /><br />After a few minutes, Cain pulled away and stood up. His big dick, engorged with blood from the blowjob and the simple thrill of getting a guy to blow him, jutted out in front of him. He lightly grabbed onto Hoffman's neck and moved him to a standing position as well. He kissed the younger guy briefly, and then put the smallest amount of pressure on his shoulder. It didn't take long before Hoffman slid down onto his knees. <br /><br />Almost as soon as he realized what was happening, Hoffman tried to stand back up. Cain put his hand on his shoulder and held the stud down. "What are you doing?" <br /><br />"I told you man, I'm not into this. Not like this anyway?" <br /><br />"Not like this? You mean, the camera?" Cain asked. <br /><br />Hoffman nodded. <br /><br />"So you'd be into it if the camera wasn't on?" <br /><br />Hoffman looked at the camera again, but didn't answer. Cain rubbed the side of his head. "You gonna live like this forever, dude? Just let it go. End it today and be who you are. You want my cock, don't you?" <br /><br />Cain held his head so that he had to maintain eye-contact. He stared at the young guy straight in the eyes and waited. <br /><br />"Yes." Hoffman whispered. <br /><br />"Tell all of our friends." Cain said. "Tell them you want my cock." <br /><br />"Ah, fuck." Hoffman groaned, "Yes, I want your cock. You're fucking hot and I want your cock." <br /><br />"Yeah you do," Cain said. He pulled Hoffman into his crotch and pushed the stud's face into the base of his dick. "Do my balls, bro. Get them good and wet." <br /><br />He gasped as Hoffman tongued one ball and then the next before taking them into his mouth. He sucked on the silky smooth scrotum and rolled Cain's testicles around in his mouth. Cains hand, big and masculine, closed over the back of his skull and gently held him in place. His fingers moved through the short, sharp hair on his head, massaging his scalp. Hoffman looked up at Cain and blushed momentarily, but then whatever shame he was feeling disappeared. <br /><br />The young stud wasn't practiced using his mouth on a guy, but Cain knew that he was getting into it. Whatever hesitation he'd shown in the beginning had faded away. Hoffman was tonguing the root of his dick now, working his way up the shaft. Just as he got to the tip and was about to take it all in his mouth, Cain stopped him and pulled away. <br /><br />"You sure you want to do this? You sure you're ready for my dick?" <br /><br />"Yeah man, I want it." <br /><br />In the background, Hoffman could hear the chiming of tips coming in. Cain muted the volume. He didn't want Hoffman to think about how many people were watching them or how many screen grabs and pirated copies of the show would be all over the internet tomorrow. <br /><br />He rested the head of his uncut dick against Hoffman's lips and looked him in the eyes, "Go for it, cocksucker." Again he relished the flash of shame before Hoffman devoured his cock. <br /><br />Mike Hoffman had only sucked a few dicks and he'd been drunk both times he'd done it. This time, though, Cain had seduced him, played him like a fiddle, and gotten him naked and on his knees. He felt taken advantage of, but he couldn't help but find Cain's masculinity and assertiveness attractive. It was like all the decisions were taken away from him and he could be exactly who he wanted to be. <br /><br />He bobbed up and down on Cain's cock while the muscular stud called him names and mugged for the camera. Cain alternated between making fun of him for eating dick, calling him a cocksucker and asking him if he liked the taste of a man's cock, with affection, telling him how good he was making his dick feel and rubbing the side of his head. The alternating words were a mind-fuck, confusing the line between pleasure and humiliation. <br /><br />Finally, Cain grabbed his head and turned it toward the camera. He slapped his cock against the side of Hoffman's face hard enough that it left a red mark on his scruffy cheek. Rubbing his hand's over the tatted skull, he rubbed the tip of his dick all over Hoffman's face, leaving trails of precum and cock slime. <br /><br />"What do you say, boys, you wanna see this 'straight' stud get fucked?" He emphasized the word straight, implying that Hoffman was anything but.<br /><br />"Dude," Hoffman said, "I'm not going to do that." <br /><br />"You think some fingers up your ass feel good, bro? You think a toothbrush handle does it for you?" Cain teased, his dick still pressed into Hoffman's face while Hoffman's tongue occasionally licked it. "Just wait until you've got a man's dick up inside of you, a man's arms wrapped around you, and a man's strength taking you and owning you. Then you'll really know what you like." <br /><br />"No way man." Hoffman said firmly. <br /><br />Cain frowned into the cam and then shrugged. "Roll over then. Let me eat your fat ass and give the boys at home a show." <br /><br />Amazed that Cain was going to lick his asshole, Hoffman turned over and lifted his ass into the air. He'd done enough of his own shows to know how to get the position right, and his muscular ass opened up to display his tight pink hole. His balls hung low and swayed between his legs, while his hard cock pressed against his stomach. <br /><br />Cain looked at Hoffman's ass and again gave a thumbs up to the camera. He drooled onto Hoffman's hole and then smoothed the spit in with his fingers. He pressed a little bit, starting to open Hoffman up, and then bent down and went to work on his hole. Even though Cain tried to break away frequently and do some side shots for the guys at home, he devoured Hoffman's ass. He pressed his tongue into it, opening the stud up, and then lapped around the edges of his ass. The little guy was writhing on the bed as he discovered his true sexual calling, and, to his surprise, it had almost nothing to do with his dick. <br /><br />Cain worked a finger into Hoffman's ass, and the stud groaned, flattened his chest against the bed, and presented his big butt to Cain. It was perfect, almost like he was begging the stud to mount him and take his virgin hole. Cain continued to finger him, and then said softly, "How does that feel, having a finger up your ass?" <br /><br />"Good." Hoffman moaned and pressed backward against Cain. Nothing that he was doing felt masculine, but he didn't care. He fucked himself against Cain's thick fingers as his dick oozed onto the bedspread. <br /><br />"How about this?" Cain asked as he slipped a second digit inside. Hoffman bucked forward a bit, but then settled back down. <br /><br />"Fuck yes," he moaned. Cain reached between Hoffman's legs and began to play with his cock, slowly milking it and letting the precum drizzle down in long, glistening strings. <br /><br />"That's right, stud. Feels good having a man work your ass." Cain said. Then he shoved a third finger in, taking Hoffman beyond were he'd ever been before. When he started to pull away, Cain planted a hand firmly in the center of his back and held him in place. "Give yourself a minute to get used to it, stud. Feel yourself stretching out for me." <br /><br />For another minute, Cain moved his thick digits in and out of Hoffman's asshole, pushing his fingers apart and getting the stud ready for something even bigger. He curled around inside of Hoffman's body and found his prostate. As he rubbed the hard knob, Hoffman twisted and turned on the bed, overcome by ecstasy. <br /><br />Cain grabbed his shoulder and pulled Hoffman up to his knees. He made out with him, running his hands over Hoffman's tatted skin and then went back to work on his ass. His thick, muscular arms wrapped around Hoffman's narrow torso and dug into his asshole while his tongue reached deep into Hoffman's mouth. <br /><br />"You want to give yourself to me." Cain stated. "Why not just do it?" <br /><br />Hoffman hesitated. <br /><br />"Now or never." Cain said, "Just admit you want it. Even if we don't do anything, at least admit that you want it." <br /><br />Hoffman hemmed and hawed. Cain drilled his asshole with two fingers and then pulled them out. He stared into Hoffman's eyes. "Admit you want it." <br /><br />"I want your cock." Hoffman said softly. <br /><br />"Where do you want it?" <br /><br />"Inside of me." <br /><br />"Yeah you do,â Cain growled. He pushed Hoffman backwards onto the bed and came down on top of him. As he made out with the muscular little guy, Hoffman wrapped his legs around Cain's ass. Cain humped against him, positioning his dick so that it was moving across Hoffman's asshole and rubbing the underside of his balls.<br /><br />"Last chance." Cain said. <br /><br />"Just do it." Hoffman responded. <br /><br />Cain reached down and guided his cock toward Hoffman's tight hole. "Is this really your first time?" <br /><br />"Uh uh." Hoffman said. <br /><br />"Fuck yes." Cain grumbled as he teased Hoffman with his dick. "Look at me." <br /><br />Hoffman looked into Cain's eyes, and Cain saw the trust required to get through having his cherry popped. He plunged his eight inch, uncut tool into his body and held him tight as his muscles tensed up and he started to whine. <br /><br />"Relax, baby," Cain said, "You feel so good for me, so tight. Just relax and let me in." <br /><br />They battled for a few minutes, but eventually Cain had at least six of his eight inches planted inside Hoffman's ass. âThere you go, boy. You're not a virgin anymore." <br /><br />Cain smiled at him as he started to slowly thrust in and out of Hoffman's asshole. He didn't kiss him once as he drove into his body. Instead, he stared at him, grinning and smiling as he used him like a toy, letting him know with his facial expressions that he'd been played. With a few glances, he had taken a man who whined about people thinking he was gay and fucked him on camera. <br /><br />"Not so straight now, are you?" Cain teased, even though he himself had been fucked a bunch of times, "You like my cock up in you, like the feeling of opening up for a man, don't you?" <br /><br />"Yes," Hoffman moaned. <br /><br />"Flip over." Cain commanded. <br /><br />Hoffman flipped over onto his hands and knees with his face facing the wall. Cain grinned. "I want you looking that way," he said as he pointed to the small red light on the top of his TV. "I want to show the guys at home just how much you love what I'm doing to you." <br /><br />Hoffman's resistance was all but gone, and he turned to face the camera. Cain got behind him and mounted him like an animal. His cock slid in more easily this time, but it still hurt. Hoffman winced and put his head down into the cushions. Cain's hands were on him in an instant, pulling his head back and nipping at his neck. Cain fucked him hard, taking pleasure in the jerks of Hoffman's body as his huge cock stabbed him in new and unfamiliar ways. The whole time he held Hoffman's head up and grinned at the camera. He wanted everyone on earth to see him cover and breed the whiny little cocksucker. <br /><br />"You like my dick, don't you? Say it. Tell everyone how much you love my cock." <br /><br />Hoffman looked into the camera like a deer in the headlights. For a moment, it dawned on him just what he was doing and the consequences that were sure to follow. Cain stabbed into him again and he didn't care any more. <br /><br />"I fucking love your dick inside of me. Breed my ass, stud." <br /><br />"Do you love getting fucked by strong men?" <br /><br />"Fuck yes. Wrap your arms around me, stud." <br /><br />Cain did as he was told. He got Hoffman into a bear hug, dropped his weight on top of the guy, and started to drill him. Both of their muscles bulged as they went at each other, one fucking and the other doing his best to fuck back. Hoffman was delirious, chewing on Cain's couch, biting at the guys hands as they covered his mouth, and groaning each time Cain grabbed him around the throat and thrust into him.<br /><br />Cain knew exactly what he was doing. He performed for the camera, shifting his weight and flexing his muscles for the guys at home to see. <br /><br />"You boys want to see me breed this ass or do you want it on his face? Make a choice quick, cause I'm going to nut." <br /><br />He grunted a few more times and a big tip came in asking him to unload on Hoffman's face. "Sorry stud,â Cain whispered in his ear, âbut it looks like you're going to eat some cum on cam. Hope the dudes at home don't think you're gay." <br /><br />Cain laughed as he pulled out of Hoffman's ass. He kept one hand on his cock and grabbed Hoffman by the neck and shoved him to the floor with the other. When the stud was on his hands and knees, Cain teased him. <br /><br />"Flex for the guys at home. Show them what a strong little man you are." Cain said. As Hoffman started to flex, he moved his junk closer. "Now eat my balls while you show off those muscles. Be the beefy little cocksucker you were born to be." <br /><br />Hoffman sucked both of the egg sized balls into his mouth and stared up at Cain's perfect body. The guy was bulky, sweaty, smooth, and thick. In that moment, Hoffman felt like Cain was right. This was exactly where a guy like him should be. <br /><br />"Lick those sweaty balls." Cain mumbled as he jerked his cock. Then he pushed Hoffman deeper between his legs, "Lick my taint, cocksucker. Get back there and suck my asshole." <br /><br />When Hoffman's supposedly straight tongue touched his asshole, Cain lost control. Moving quickly, he stepped back and pointed his cock at Hoffman's mouth. "Open up, stud." Cain said with a wicked grin. <br /><br />He didn't even bother aiming for his mouth, because he knew Hoffman wouldn't open it. Instead, he painted the little guy's face, shooting ropes of cum across his cheeks, his brow-ridge, and the side of his tatted up skull. He groaned and moaned loudly for the guys at home as six thick ropes of pure alpha baby batter splattered across Hoffman's face. Cain couldn't have planned it better. When he was done, it looked like three or four guys had dumped their nut on Hoffman. <br /><br />Cain quickly sat down and slipped in behind Hoffman. He started to scoop his own cum off of Hoffman's face and shovel it into the guy's mouth. Hoffman resisted at first, but Cain shoved his fingers between his lips and pressed against his teeth. <br /><br />"Eat my cum, while you jerk off, slut. Do it now. Shoot your load for me." <br /><br />Again his lust took over and Hoffman couldn't help himself. He began to lick Cain's cum up while he pulled on his cock. Within moments, he was leaning back into Cain's chest as his own load shot all over his chest. Four lines of thin cum splattered onto his perfect abs and pooled up in the ripples on his stomach. He breathed deeply and collapsed against Cain's body. Cain waited a moment, then he stood and turned toward the camera. <br /><br />"Hope you dudes enjoyed that," he said as he turned away. <br /><br />Hoffman stood up and went to the bathroom. He seemed worked up. Cain followed him in. "I can't believe I did that. On fucking cam too. Fuck." Hoffman said. <br /><br />"Relax, dude. You made a load of money, and you're going to make a lot more now. Plus." Cain grabbed his hand and put it on his cock, "You like this, right? You like dick. Just get over yourself and have fun." <br /><br />"Fuck you." Hoffman said. <br /><br />"I'm pretty sure you're the one that gets fucked in this relationship." Cain said with a smile, "Get your shit and get out of here. When you've calmed down and are hungry for my dick again, text me." <br /><br />With that, Michael Hoffman slipped back into his shorts and made for the door. Cain told him that he'd give him his half of the money at the gym in a few days and Hoffman told him he didn't even want it. "You're fucked in the head dude, but whatever." Cain said as he slammed the door on the arrogant bastard. </span></span>C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-57806189255435202442018-01-29T10:51:00.002-08:002018-01-29T10:51:47.255-08:00Teaching My Son A Lesson, Part 10----------------------------------------<br />Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 10<br />C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com<br />cceroticstories.blogspot.com<br />charliessmut.tumblr.com<br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />When I traded Sean to Luis to service his son Jose while he was home, I'd expected that I would still see Sean every so often. In reality, Sean disappeared, and he only came back to raid my refrigerator and get a pair of clean clothes. When I asked him if he was taking care of Jose, he'd grin and blush. <br /><br />In return, I kept Sam, Luis's son, for equal time. He came by every day after school and gave me a quick blowjob. Then I'd let him go home for a while or hang out with his friends. He came back each night at eight to play some more. I fucked him every night in Sean's bed, held him close all night, then boned him again in the morning. The first few days he tried to avoid me, but a call to Luis had straightened that out. <br /><br />Sean was living in a dream. Not only was Jose hot, the sexy Latino muscle boy understood Sean and his desires. I know how to dominate Sean, to make him do things he doesn't want to do. Jose understands the little pig Sean had been turned into, and pushed him to go deeper into his love for men and their bodies. The two routinely worked out together at the gym and then talked about guys afterward, often jacking each other off while they fantasized about the jocks they'd ogled that afternoon. <br />
<a name='more'></a><br />Jose like to freeball while he worked out, and it became an exercise in restraint for both of them. Sean would peek up the legs of Jose's shorts and watch every wrinkle in the fabric as it revealed the outline of his cock. Jose would try to avoid staring at Sean's ass while he worked out. He liked having a semi hard-on, but didn't want to give everyone in the gym the full show. <br /><br />They always ended on the treadmill, both of them pushing the other to run faster. Sweat would pour down their backs, and if they ran hard enough, a dark line would form along the back of their shorts. Finally exhausted and incredibly horny, they would head home. <br /><br />"You wanna get some food?" Jose asked one night. <br /><br />"Yeah," Sean said, "I wanna eat your sweaty ass." <br /><br />"You're the only guy I've ever met that prefers that I shower before I go to the gym." <br /><br />"Clean body all sweated up. That's about my favorite." Sean reached over and grabbed Jose's junk. It was soft and silky in his pants. "I can smell your balls from here." <br /><br />"It'll have to be a quicky." Jose said, "I want to watch the Warriors." <br /><br />"Shouldn't be a problem," Sean said. <br /><br />When they got back to the house, Sean pushed Jose backward onto the couch and flipped on the TV. <br /><br />"You watch the game; I'll do my thing," he said.<br /><br />"You're such a slut," Jose said, "You actually like it when I ignore you, don't you." <br /><br />Sean blushed deep red, but didn't deny that Jose was right. <br /><br />Jose pulled off his shirt. He'd stopped shaving his chest since he'd come home and there was a light dusting of black hair between his pecks and on his stomach. He put his hands behind his head and wrapped one leg around Sean, pulling him in and forcing him into his crotch. <br /><br />Sean dove in and started to suck on the long bulge in Jose's shorts. He licked up and down Jose's shaft through the fabric of his nylon shorts, pushing his dick around and looking for the head. Jose's strong fingers dug into his scalp and moved his head around. When Sean looked up, Jose was smiling big and leaning back against the couch. <br /><br />"Yeah," he said as he slipped a finger into Sean's mouth, "You like being a dirty boy for your man, don't you?" <br /><br />Sean grunted and nodded. Put a strong man in front of him and he was ok, but a strong man with a little hint of musk coming off him or with the outline of his dick in his pants, and Sean was powerless. He thought of dick all of the time now and could barely remember why he had ever liked girls. <br /><br />"Have at it babe," Jose said before he opened his legs wide, "Make me feel good, and I'll fuck you silly during half time." <br /><br />Sean dove back in and pushed his face into Jose's balls. He breathed deep and rubbed his face on the damp fabric. Jose rubbed his head and the back of his neck, knowing that this was just as pleasurable for Sean as it was for him. Then he pulled his thighs closed and locked Sean between his quads, crushing his head. Sean huffed and puffed for a moment. When Jose opened his legs back up, Sean's face was sweaty and his eyes were red. <br /><br />"Fuck bro," Sean said as he rubbed Jose's hard cock. "I fucking love your body." <br /><br />That wasn't the whole truth. Over the last week and a half, Sean was pretty sure that he had fallen for Jose. He'd never had a crush before, especially not on a guy. His earlier encounters had always been one sided. Even though Jose got off on pushing him around and dominating him, it never felt one-sided. Jose wanted Sean to get off.<br /><br />Jose grabbed his shorts and lifted up the leg. His hard cock head, still wrapped up in his dark brown foreskin, poked out. Sean licked his lips, and Jose stroked himself so that his foreskin bunched up around the glans. <br /><br />"Work my skin, little bro. Get up in there for me." <br /><br />Sean shoved his tongue under Jose's hood and felt the skin stretch. As he sucked on the thick covering, he bit down lightly and heard Jose groan and chuckle a little. "That's right, fucking eat my cock.â Sean kept at it, sucking on the skin and occasionally letting it slide back so that he could lick the slimy cock head. <br /><br />Jose wasn't even pretending to watch the game anymore. He reached down and pulled Sean's shirt off and rubbed his back. He took the gym worked shirt up to his nose and smelled Sean's scent. He was leaving in four days, and he wasn't sure how he would make it without Sean around. He found plenty of cock in the marines, but boyfriends were hard to come by. <br /><br />Feeling like he was getting too close to cumming, Jose lifted his cock and gave Sean access to his balls and taint. This was the move that let him know he and Sean were perfect together. Jose loved nothing more than looking down and seeing his hairy brown sack resting against the bridge of a dude's nose while his tongue searched out his asshole. Sean was exactly the opposite. The feeling of a pair of strong quads against the side of his face, the heat of a man's groin, and the soft touch of his fingers in his hair put him over the edge. <br /><br />Slowly, Jose lifted his legs above his head and Sean grabbed onto him by the knees. He yanked Jose's gym shorts off and tossed them into the pile of clothing on the floor. Then he started to eat Jose's ass. He licked along his crack, and then dove in, pushing his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and digging in as far as he could. <br /><br />Sean rimmed Jose for a few minutes before Jose growled and stood up. "Bedroom. Now," he said gruffly. <br /><br />Sean followed Jose down the hallway. His muscular brown ass bulged and flexed as he walked and the muscles in his back rippled. When they reached the bedroom, Jose turned toward Sean and his hard cock jutted out in front of him. Sean made as if he was going to drop to his knees, but Jose pushed him onto the bed and crawled on top of him. <br /><br />"My turn," he said as he started to kiss and lick along Sean's jaw line. He moved down across Sean's smooth chest, sucking on his nipples for a minute before moving to his stomach. He rubbed the flat flesh and leaned over to lick it. As he did, the head of Sean's dick moved through his chest hair, leaving a glistening trail of precum. When Jose worked his way down to Sean's cock, he licked up the sweat fluid and then took his whole dick in his mouth. <br /><br />Sean gasped, as he always did. His other sexual partners occasionally sucked his dick, but none of them seemed to like doing it. Jose, to contrast, enjoyed Sean's body almost ass much as Sean enjoyed his. Within minutes, Sean's legs were up in the air and Jose was forcing his ass open. They'd fucked so many times over the past week, that it didn't take much work to loosen him up. <br /><br />"Ready?" Jose asked. <br /><br />The question was irrelevant. Jose was already positioned between Sean's legs and before Sean could grunt a yes, his thick cock was inching into Sean's body. He wrapped his arms around Sean's back as he pulled him in tight. Sean felt full again, complete as Jose shoved up inside of him. Their foreheads touched and soon his tongue was inside Jose's mouth and the circle was complete. <br /><br />Jose humped him roughly, with strong forward thrusts that came slow and hard. Sean groaned with each thrust. The back of the bed slammed into the wall, rattling the pictures that Jose had hanging above his bed. They were rarely alone together in the house, and their grunts and moans came loud and freely. Soon, Jose's hand was on Sean's cock, rubbing and pulling on him. They had this down to a science by now. Their bodies sensed and reacted to one another naturally. Jose kept making out with Sean as they approached the edge. Then, with one final thrust, he unloaded deep inside of Sean. <br /><br />"There you go, little bro," Jose growled, "Just what you needed."<br /><br />Sean wrapped his arms around Jose as both of their cocks softened between them. Jose rolled over onto his back and pulled Sean into him. They kissed briefly and then Sean cuddled up against Jose's warm body. <br /><br />"These have been a great few weeks." Jose said. He rubbed Sean's head, "I'm going to miss you. Not just because you're a dirty slut either. I like you." <br /><br />"I like you too." Sean said, "You know I'll be here when you get back. And maybe if you're lucky I'll send you a dirty snap every so often." <br /><br />"You'll find someone new by then. A guy like you can't go without for too long." <br /><br />"I don't have to go without. I've got a few guys that like to give it to me." <br /><br />"But no boyfriends?" Jose asked. "No one special, right?" <br /><br />"Uh . . .â Sean paused, "Maybe someone special, but not in a boyfriend way." <br /><br />"You're so fucking cryptic dude." Jose said. They lay next to each other for a few minutes then Jose got up. His cock bobbed in front of him. "Lets have tomorrow night. I'll take you somewhere nice." Jose winked and started to get dressed. <br /><br />The following evening, Jose insisted on picking Sean up. Sean didn't say anything to me, but I knew he was bummed that Jose was leaving. I sat there and watched as Sean nervously waited. I could tell that this wasn't just another hook-up. I walked over to him and rubbed his neck. <br /><br />"This thing with Jose, it's getting serious, right?" <br /><br />"He's leaving tomorrow, so not too serious," he looked up at me, "but yeah, I like him a lot." <br /><br />"I'm happy for you." I said. "Even though, I miss having you in my bed." <br /><br />"You've got Sam." <br /><br />"It's not the same." I ran my hand down the front of his chest and felt him stiffen up. Apparently, his feelings for Jose were making him more monogamous. I moved away. Sean must have understood because he stood up and walked toward the door.<br /><br />"Don't worry, dad, I'll be back." <br /><br />"Good to know. You've come a long way, Sean. I'm proud of you." <br /><br />He nodded and left the house. Sean and Jose had dinner at one of the nicer restaurants in town. It was their last night together and they wanted to make the most of it. When they were finished, Jose walked Sean back to his truck and helped him in him in. He leaned over and started to make out with Sean, but then stopped. <br /><br />"One question about this other guy . . ." Jose started. Sean had told Jose that had been with other men, and on in particular, but avoided giving him the details.<br /><br />"I told you . . ." <br /><br />"I know, but just . . . do you fuck him?" <br /><br />"No." Sean said. Then he blushed, "I've never fucked a guy." <br /><br />Jose grabbed Sean's crotch, "Do you want to?" <br /><br />Sean hesitated and Jose sensed it. "I want you to. I want to be your first,â he said.<br /><br />"I don't know." Sean didn't know how to explain the way he was feeling. He knew that fucking a guy would cross a line and that he might be punished for it. One of the first agreement we'd made was that he wouldn't do things like this without asking. <br /><br />"It'll be hot." Jose said, still massaging his crotch, "I'll have the memory to jerk off to when I'm lonely." <br /><br />Sean couldn't say no to Jose and he had to admit that he wouldn't mind getting his dick wet again. He missed the feeling of fucking. It was actually the only thing he missed about the time he used to spend with girls. <br /><br />"Ok." He smiled, "Just don't tell anyone."<br /><br />"Let's go then." Jose said. Both of their cocks were hard as they drove back to Jose's house. <br /><br />Jose played with Sean's neck as they drove, rubbing his hair and squeezing the muscles. Sean turned to putty in his hands. He wasn't sure he had it in him to fuck Jose. He liked the way things were, the dynamic the two of them had developed, but then he realized that it wouldn't be all that different from when Jose sucked his cock. Sometimes he didn't give anything back to Jose, and just laid on the bed while the stud devoured his load. They could have moments like that without leaving behind the give and take of their ordinary relationship.<br /><br />Still, he didn't want Jose to forget that he was one hundred percent his. He leaned over and put his head in Jose's lap, pushing his face into the marine's crotch and inhaling deeply. "I love this." he said as he cupped Jose's junk. <br /><br />"You get plenty of that," Jose reached between Sean's legs and cupped his big dick. "I want some of this." <br /><br />"Why?" <br /><br />"Seriously?" Jose laughed. "I would think a guy like you would get it. I want it for the same reasons you do." <br /><br />"I guess I never thought that you would like that." <br /><br />"You know, most guys like us, gay guys, are into both Sean. I know you like me pushing you around, but sometimes, I just want to lay back and let a guy take me. Once you do it, you'll get it. Just think about how you felt fucking girls. That's how you'll feel when you're up inside me. I guarantee it." <br /><br />When they got back to the house, Luis was downstairs watching TV, but neither of them felt like they needed to keep things a secret. In fact, Sean thought it was kind of hot that Luis got to listen to his son drilling him most evenings. What would he think when Jose's groans penetrated the walls?<br /><br /> Sean went up to the bedroom and started to undress. Jose snuck up behind him and stopped him. "Don't do that. Let me do it. I want this to be about you." <br /><br />He pulled off Sean's shirt and then leaned in and started to lick at his neck. He ran his hand up Sean's back and massaged him. Slowly, his mouth moved down to Sean's nipples, and he began to suck them. The whole time, he was a little deferential to Sean, and when Sean didn't take the lead, Jose grabbed his hand and placed it on his head. "You show me where you want me." <br /><br />Sean wondered what to do. He knew what his dad would do, and he moved Jose over to his armpit. Jose lifted his arm and licked from the bottom to the top, sucking at the skin while he huffed Sean's scent. Soon, both of them were hard and squirming in their shorts. Jose began to undo Sean's fly, then slipped his jean's off his hips. Sean wore a pair of white briefs, and his cock jutted out to one side. There was a dark spot at the tip. <br /><br />"Fuck me, you're more into this than I thought." <br /><br />"Once you got going . . ." Sean shrugged. <br /><br />Jose dropped to his knees, and took Sean's bulge into his mouth. He gnawed on it with his teeth, knowing they would apply pressure without hurting Sean. Then he pushed his face up under Sean's balls and tongued them too. Slowly, he soaked the front of Sean's briefs until he could see the ridge of his cock head through them. He used his tongue to lift the edge of the fabric and the head popped out. He licked at it, tonguing the sensitive head. <br /><br />"Yeah, take a taste, man." Sean said, then he groaned, "Fuck that feels good Jose." <br /><br />"Tastes good too." Jose moaned as he slipped Sean's briefs off. Sean's cock was rock hard and dripping. He licked up the precum and then pulled away, "I think you're ready." <br /><br />"Fuck yeah," Sean said, "Your turn now." <br /><br />As Jose stood up, Sean pushed him back onto the bed. He blushed as Jose fell backwards, and almost apologized. Then he remembered to trust himself. He unbuttoned Jose's jeans and pulled them off in one quick pull. Jose grinned and spread his legs open. <br /><br />Sean dove onto his cock, but Jose pushed him away, "Not that," Jose said with a knowing smile. Sean caught the drift and moved lower. <br /><br />He started with Jose's balls as the big, brown dick throbbed above him. Top or bottom, he loved licking a man's nuts. When he really got down there, he could feel the heat of the guy's body and smell his sex, literally. It was like the testosterone boiling in a dude's balls seeped out through the skin. He was starting to lose focus when he felt Jose's hand on his head, pushing him lower. <br /><br />"Get me ready, little bro. Do me like I do you," he said softly. <br /><br />Sean licked at Jose's asshole, and then pressed his mouth against it and shoved his tongue inside. Jose didn't really need to be prepared; he'd done quite a bit of bottoming in his life. He was having fun topping Sean while at home, but when he was on base he took whatever dick he could get. <br /><br />Jose grabbed Sean by the neck. "It's time, babe. Make love to me." <br /><br />When Sean thought of it that way, as making love instead of fucking, his dick got hard and he knew he'd be able to go through with it. Jose crawled back onto the bed and Sean got on his knees between him. Jose grabbed Sean's dick and slathered it with lube. Then he pointed it at his hole and pulled Sean forward for a kiss. "Go for it." he whispered, as he felt Sean enter him. <br /><br />"Ah, yeah." Jose hissed. He grabbed Sean by the neck, unable to stop himself from controlling the encounter, and pulled him in for a kiss. As he did, he lifted his ass and let Sean even deeper inside of him. Sean slowly pulled out and then pushed back in. Jose moaned again and fell backward onto the bed. <br /><br />"You like it?" Sean asked. He had a smile that reached across his face. <br /><br />"Mmhhmm" Jose said. He wrapped his legs around Sean's ass and pulled him in closer. Then he gripped Sean's neck and pulled their faces together. "Remember this, Sean, when you start to think you weren't special to me. OK?" <br /><br />"Ok." Sean said with a sharp thrust. <br /><br />"Good, now fuck me. Quit holding back." <br /><br />Sean let himself go and began to take control of the situation. He fucked Jose missionary for a few minutes before flipping him over and taking him from behind. Something about that position had always done it for him with women, and it worked with Jose too. Soon his fingers were digging deep into Jose's hips as he slammed their bodies together. He leaned forward and licked the top of Jose's spine before twisting his head and bringing him in for another kiss. <br /><br />"I want it inside of me," Jose groaned. "Gonna take a part of you with me when I leave." <br /><br />Sean picked up the pace. He fell forward onto Jose's back and started to thrust into him like a rabbit, humping the larger man into the bed. Jose gripped onto the sheets and took everything Sean had to give him. He enjoyed the feeling of having a man inside of him, but more enjoyed knowing that Sean was finally branching out. Finally, Sean dragged his teeth across the back of Jose's neck and let everything go. <br /><br />"I'm gonna cum, Jose," Sean said loudly, "Oh, fuck, here it comes." <br /><br />Jose lifted his ass, ready to catch Sean's load. He felt Sean's body stiffen and his cock swell. Sean trusted forward, planting his dick deeper than he'd gone before. He humped Jose with quick thrusts as he buried his baby batter inside a man's gut for the first time. He suddenly felt masculine and dominant again, and he had to admit that it was a good feeling. Then, almost as quickly, he felt a wave of shame. He rolled off Jose, pushed any other thoughts out of his mind, and tried to enjoy the moment. <br /><br />Jose rolled over and started to jerk his cock. Sean crawled between his legs and licked at his balls. He sucked hard, knowing that it was what Jose liked. Then he moved around the inside of his thighs and across his taint. Jose was groaning and soon he squeezed Sean between his thighs. Sean knew what was coming and he took the head of Jose's cock in his mouth. Cum flooded his mouth, and he licked it up and savored the salty flavor of this man who had suddenly taken over his life. When he was finished, he laid his head on Jose's thigh, staring at the thick cock and mound of straight, black pubes. <br /><br />Jose stroked his hair. "You like that?" <br /><br />"It was fun." Sean said, unsure whether it was something he would do again. "Something new I guess." <br /><br />"These last couple of weeks have been awesome, Sean. I want you to know that. You're more than just a guy I fuck." <br /><br />"Thanks," Sean purred. <br /><br />They passed the time, sleeping and talking, until finally it was time for Sean to go. They both dressed, and kissed one last time. "I'll be back," Jose said. Sean kissed him one more time, "I'll be waiting.â<br /><br />---------------------------------<br /><br />Sean didn't tell me about what had happened. Luis called that night to let me know that Sean and Jose's sex life had taken a turn. "Trust me," Luis said, "My boy was getting fucked." <br /><br />I wasn't sure how I felt about it. On the one hand, Sean had been told that he wasn't supposed to fuck or even get sucked off without my permission. On the other hand, my son had finally found a guy that liked him, maybe even loved him. What kind of sadistic dad gets in the way of that? Plus, I had Sam around to fuck with if I needed a sub.<br /><br />More importantly, and to his credit, Sean did fess up the next morning. I told him that we would talk about it later, and I saw his cock harden in his sweatpants. Sean knew that âtalking about itâ meant telling me the story and including every erotic detail. Playtime would be better than usual tonight.<br /><br />When Sean came home, I made him strip and tell me about sex with Jose. The whole time Sean sat between my legs, naked, and I toyed with his body as he talked. As he recounted everything they did and said to each other, I confirmed that Sean had found something special with Jose. When it was over, I licked the back of Sean's neck. <br /><br />"You forgot your place, but I forgive you," I said. Then I bit the skin at the back of his neck, "But you'll need to be punished." <br /><br />---------------------------<br />Thanks for reading guys. Let me know what you think or where you want the story to go next.<br />Charlie709@yahoo.com<br /><br /><br />C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-87525744181311279942017-12-29T17:46:00.002-08:002017-12-29T17:46:34.082-08:00Gym Buddies, Part 6----------------------------------------<br />
Gym Buddies, Part 6<br />
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com<br />
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Note: I realize it's been a while guys. My life kind of hit the skids, and I went to a pretty dark place. I'm feeling better now and trying to get into a more regular writing habit again. You should see a new chapter of Teaching My Son a Lesson soon. Thanks for being patient, and especially thanks to the people who checked in with me. Even if I haven't responded, you guys helped get me going again. <br />
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After that night, Dylan started to stay at my place full time. That's not to say that I continued to fuck him. About an hour after I shot my load into his gut, he turned me over onto my stomach, laid on top of me, and drilled me for a solid twenty minutes while he called me his fag. The whole time his weight pressed against me as he wrapped me in a bear hug and humped me like an animal. When he was finished, he turned me onto my side, threw one massive thigh over me, and fell asleep. <br />
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That was when our relationship got serious. We folded up into each other and were barely seen by either of our friends. Jordan eventually texted me and told me that I had to let Dylan out of the house. It wasn't clear if he missed his friend or missed the way we played around. I gave in, talked to Dylan, and we set up a time when we could all meet. Dylan invited his buddy Jason who had watched me suck Dylan's cock behind the front desk at the gym. <br />
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"You sure Jordan's going to be ok with that?" I asked. <br />
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"Jordan knows him," Dylan said with a wink, "You sure you're going to be ok with it?" <br />
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"Uh, yeah." I said, unsure if it was true. Jason had watched me take a facial in public, I didn't know what he thought about me. <br />
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"Don't be embarrassed," Dylan said, "Jason's one hell of a sleazy fucker. He's done worse. That's why I let him watch. It makes him jealous." <br />
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Friday night finally rolled around. I was supposed to meet Dylan, Jordan, and Jason at a local sports bar after work. I was about five minutes away when Dylan texted me to tell me he would be late. I walked in, found a table, and hoped I could hold my own with Jordan, who liked to tease me, and Jason, who I wasn't sure of.<br />
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I sat alone for almost twenty minutes, finishing my first beer and getting a start on the second. Jordan finally walked in, laughing, and Jason came through the door behind him. Jordan's skin glowed and his hair was swept back over his head. He looked like he'd just worked out and showered. He had a tight t-shirt on that stretched across his chest and around his biceps. He roughed up my hair and then sat down next to me. He barely had to raise an eyebrow before the waitress was on top of him. <br />
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Jason moved more slowly, allowing everyone a few minutes to stare. In his early twenties, he had dark, almost black hair and tan skin. Though he was wearing a hoodie and sweats, I could tell that he was lean and muscular. Built like a football player, his legs seemed huge and his ass was absolutely irresistible. He sat down next to me and grabbed my leg, letting his fingers crawl along my inner thigh. <br />
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"Hey sexy." Jason said with a grin. <br />
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"I didn't know you to knew each other." Jordan said, "Old friends?" <br />
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"New friends." Jason said, "Dylan showed me some of his skills the other day." <br />
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Jordan turned to Jason, "I'm familiar with his skills. I'm all monogamous and shit with my girl, but this dude knows how to suck a dick. I miss it." <br />
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Jordan looked into my eyes and smiled, instantly turning my dick to steel. Before I knew what was happening, Jason grabbed my shaft and squeezed. Then he laughed and said, "I think he misses you to." <br />
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"I know he misses me." Jordan lowered his voice, "I'm pretty sure that my nuts are one of his favorite things in this world, especially when they're all musky and sweaty" <br />
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My face burned red, but Jordan grabbed my neck and rubbed my head to let me know he was playing around. I calmed down and laughed off the joke, "They are." I said softly. <br />
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Instantly, I could see the jealousy in Jason's eyes. Even though Dylan had said that Jason was slutty, it was clear to me that Jason had never gotten a taste of Jordan's body. The way he looked at Jordan with lust in his eyes and his tongue hanging out of his mouth, betrayed his unsatisfied desire. I felt a little proud of myself at that moment, knowing that I'd gotten a taste of something that a stud years younger than me couldn't get. <br />
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Just then I got a text from Dylan, "Are you holding your own? Don't let them fuck with you." <br />
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I texted back that I was doing fine. <br />
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"Jordan's getting sick of bad sex and Jason is jealous of you and me." Dylan texted. Right after that he sent a picture. Jason was looking up at the camera with his face was alongside a man's bulge. The bulge was unmistakably Dylan's, and he was wearing one of his favorite pairs of briefs. When I looked up at Jason, he seemed five times more attractive. <br />
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Over the next ten minutes, the pictures kept coming. Soon he was sending me pictures of his cock resting on Jason's tongue and Jason with his nose buried in his pubes. Jordan's phone was dinging around the same time, and I figured that he was getting the same shots. Things calmed down after that and the three of us shot the shit for about an hour. <br />
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Then Dylan texted me again, "I think you should come home. Get Jason to come with. I'm horny." A pic of his dripping, hard dick followed. <br />
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I decided that the only way to get Jason home was to invite Jordan too, "You guys want to come back to my place to hang out?" I asked. <br />
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"I'm busy tonight." Jordan said, "You go now, and Jason will follow. I've got some things I need to talk to him about." <br />
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I cleared out and made the quick drive home. As I walked in, Dylan enveloped me in a hard kiss. We only broke it off because his phone buzzed. He looked at me and grinned. "I've been trying to convince Jordan that it doesn't count as cheating if it's with a guy. I think he's starting to agree with my advice." <br />
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Dylan showed me a the picture. Jason was on his knees, running his tongue along the long bulge in a pair of white briefs. I assumed the underwear belonged to Jordan, and my mouth started to water. There was something about worshiping Jordan, about devouring his body while getting almost nothing back from him, that turned me on. There was a balance with Dylan that didn't need to exist with Jordan because for Jordan everything was simply about getting off. <br />
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Dylan rubbed the back of my neck, "Don't worry. You'll get yours soon. Jordan likes nothing better than trying to out perform me in bed." <br />
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âHe'll lose.â <br />
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âHe better,â Dylan said, âOr I'm going to have to start fucking you harder.â <br />
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A minute later, Dylan and I both got texts. Dylan's told him that Jason was on his way. Mine was a picture of Jordan taking a piss, his massive cock hanging above the lip of the urinal. "I let him lick my bulge and watch me piss. I'm saving the rest for you. Let's work out together on Tuesday." <br />
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Dylan read my phone from over my shoulder and reached down to grab my cock. He squeezed it hard. "Lucky boy." <br />
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"You want to come too?" <br />
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"Nah, I think you should fly solo on this one. Jordan has more fun when he's not trying to impress me." <br />
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Five minutes later there was a bang on the door. Dylan opened it up and let Jason in. It was clear as soon as he walked in that he was nervous. He looked at Dylan, and waited for instructions. <br />
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Dylan smiled from ear to ear. "It's been a long time since I've had two of my boys with me at the same time." He reached out his hand and stuck a finger in Jason's mouth, "From what I hear you've been busy since I broke it off." <br />
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Jason blushed bright red. "Jason is still adjusting to his love of cock. He was straight until about a year ago." <br />
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"I'm still . . ." Jason started. <br />
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"He's still hung-up about being straight." Dylan said to me with a grin. "But he's as bent as you and me." He turned back to Jason, "Get down on your knees and take off your shirt." <br />
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Jason did as he was told. He pulled his shirt off and revealed a perfect chest and stomach, shaved smooth, with tight tan skin. There were some marks from acne on his shoulders and I realized he was younger than I originally thought. Without his shirt on, I wouldn't have guessed he was that far out of high school. <br />
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"This is my boyfriend Matt," Dylan said, "I think you should greet him like I taught you to greet all of my friends." <br />
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Jason moved over to me and pressed his face into my crotch. Then he looked up at me and started to undo my belt. As he did, Dylan came behind me and rubbed his hands over my chest. He pulled both of our shirts off and pressed his warm chest into my back as his hands explored my body. His tongue traced a line over my neck and jaw before he whispered in my ear. <br />
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"If you like him, maybe we could keep him. You must be getting tired of getting fucked all the time. I know you've got a faggy side, but I like to watch guys like you fuck. You gonna make me happy babe?" <br />
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Dylan pressed his cock into my ass and I ground back against it. At the same time I ran my fingers through Jason's hair, he looked up at me with wet eyes as he began to inch my pants down. "I think I can do that." I groaned. I would have done whatever he asked at that moment. <br />
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"I've been getting Jason ready for this. He hasn't gotten off in a week and hasn't gotten any cock either. He's hungry." <br />
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Just as Dylan said it, Jason engulfed my cock. I let out a moan and Dylan's hands moved down to Jason's head and gripped his skull. He gently moved the younger guys mouth around my dick while he kissed against my neck. I began to go weak in the knees and Dylan guided me over to the couch. As I sat down, Jason kept chasing after my dick, licking at whatever he could find. <br />
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"You like that cock?" I asked. I took my dick by the shaft and slapped him on the cheek with the head. He nodded. "I can tell." I said. <br />
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"You should see what Jason is packing," Dylan said. "I saw him in the showers and knew I had to make him mine. Take off your pants, Jason." <br />
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Jason stood up and slipped his pants off his hips. As they slowly moved down, his dark black pubes popped out, and I was relieved that he wasn't completely shaved. Then the beginnings of his shaft came into view. Long, and rock hard, he kept dropping his pants, revealing big, low hanging balls. As the bottom of his sack came into view, the end of his dick was still tucked into his waistband. Finally, he reached the end and his dick bounced upward, at least nine or ten inches hanging out in front of the young, slim, stud. <br />
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"Holy shit, dude." I said<br />
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"He's hung like a horse. Fucking look at that thing." Dylan moaned.<br />
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I didn't want to just look at it. I slipped off the couch and moved my mouth to the base of his cock. I breathed in deeply, sucking in the smell of his huge balls and dick, just imaging all that flesh folded up in his briefs all day long. l liked along the side of his balls and then pulled away and turned him around. <br />
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Jason had a solid, fat ass. If I was a trainer, I would have told him he needed to do more squats to gain some definition. The cheeks were big and round with just a little bit of hair in the cleft between them. I pulled his cheeks apart as he bent forward a bit and gazed at his hole. <br />
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"He's a virgin." Dylan said. "For now." <br />
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"Fuck," I moaned as I leaned forward and took a long lick up his crack, tasting the sweat from his workout and rubbing his muscular thighs. <br />
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"You want it?" Dylan asked. <br />
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"Seriously?" I said. <br />
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"Seriously." Dylan rubbed my neck and ran his fingers through my hair again. His tongue was all over my shoulders and jaw. Then he reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants. "You like to fuck. Don't deny it. I think it's time that we got you someone to fuck. I don't want my man to be unhappy." <br />
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"You're sure?" I asked as his hands worked over my chest. It was a stupid question, but everything about Dylan went against the relationships I'd been in in the past. I was only just beginning to understand that the right thing to do in our sexual lives was whatever Dylan wanted.<br />
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"Totally sure," he said, biting down on my shoulder, "So sure that I spent like a month getting him ready to put out for you." His tongue swirled around my ear, "Plus, I want to watch. I want to watch my fag tear this stud open. Prove to me that you're worth it." <br />
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Jason was standing next to us, his hard cock bouncing in front of him. I looked at it and took the girth into my hand. My hand looked tiny next to it. I reached down and played with his balls again, imagining how they would feel rolling around in my mouth. The kid was hot, and I wanted to completely destroy him the way that Dylan so often destroyed me. <br />
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I stared into his eyes one last time and then pushed him to his knees. As I did it, a part of me came alive that had been dormant for a while. I was never a top in the way that Dylan was, but I liked to fuck a guy who really wanted it. I'd forgotten what it was like to be with a guy that gave in so easily and submitted to my every whim. <br />
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Dylan stepped in next to me and started to pull his pants off. While he stripped down, Jason pulled down my pants. Then he took our cocks and lined them up, pressing the flesh into one another. His tongue darted out and he started to lick at both of our glans, sucking up Dylan's precum and wrestling to get both of us in his mouth at once. <br />
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"Look at that," Dylan said as he pushed Jason's face upward, our two grown-up cocks rested against his young face, with his own hard cock dripping into the carpet. âIsn't that fucking beautiful?â<br />
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I couldn't wait and slipped my dick into his mouth. He took it all the way to the base on the first try. I grinned at Dylan, who informed me that Jason had had lots of practice over the last year. For the next few minutes, we alternated, one of us shoving his cock into the guy's mouth, while the other rubbed his dick across Jason's face. The whole time, we made out aggressively, Dylan asserting his dominance over me, while letting me take care of Jason. <br />
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I grabbed Jason's head and shoved him underneath my balls, pushing his mouth against my taint and asshole. He dove right in, almost pushing me over as he licked up and down the skin underneath my sack while spreading my legs open and almost begging for more. I squatted a bit, to give him more access. Soon, Jason had turned around and had his head between my legs as he ate my ass. Dylan shoved his hand against Jason's skull and held him against my asshole. <br />
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"You better do a good job eating my man's hole, boy." He growled. Then Dylan pulled him out. There was a brief pause before Jason said in a shaky voice, "Fuck this is awesome." <br />
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"I'll take that as a âThank Youâ." Dylan replied. He ran his fingers through Jason's dark hair. "You think you're ready to get fucked, first by him and then by me.? I think it's time." <br />
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There was a moment of hesitation as Jason considered the scenario. Then Dylan ran his cock along Jason's lips. "This is the next step. If you're not willing to take it with me, then we're going to have to part ways." <br />
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Jason looked up at Dylan and then at me. Finally, he stared at both of our cocks. I knew what was going through his mind. The first time Dylan had owned me, , I wasn't sure it was something I wanted to do. After that, nearly every time Dylan pushed me, I hit the same wall. The thing was, Dylan was a disarming figure, firm but in-control and trustworthy. Never once did I think he would hurt me or not be on my side. I could see that Jason trusted him just as much as I did. His eyes widened and Dylan stepped back. <br />
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"Time to go to the bedroom." Dylan said as he lifted Jason back onto his feet. <br />
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Jason started to walk toward the bedroom and Dylan slapped him hard on the ass. He jumped, but as he bounded down the hall, a big red hand-print formed on his round ass cheek. My dick thickened as I thought about popping his cherry. I wanted that ass with every ounce of my being. <br />
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As soon as we were in the bedroom, I pushed Jason back on the bed and lifted his legs. His tight red hole, surrounded by some black hair, winked back at me. I rubbed against it with the head of my dick, teasing him and letting him know what was coming. I felt his legs tense in my hands. He was nervous, and I dropped to my knees with the intent of helping him settle down. <br />
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I went after his ass again, this time with the intent of making him feel good rather than gaining pleasure for myself. My tongue pressed against his hole and slowly worked it's way inside. The boy was tight. He was going to have a tough time taking my cock and a really tough time taking Dylan's. I opened him up with my tongue, circling around his tight hole and then pushing inside of him. Gradually he settled down and loosened up. As he did, I started to pry at his ass with my fingers. Jason moaned, and I was proud of my job until I looked up and saw Dylan nursing on his cock. <br />
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Dylan was naked on the bed, his thick, hairy body nestled up against Jason's smooth and lean form. Jason's face was buried between Dylan's legs, sucking on his balls and groaning against the skin of his thighs. Dylan smiled at me and then pressed my face back into Jason's ass. I pushed back, kissed Dylan quickly with Jason's cock between our lips, and then moved back to Jason's ass and balls. <br />
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A moment later, Dylan pulled me away again. "Show him your trick," He said to Jason. <br />
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Jason sat back up and bent forward. He smiled and licked his lips before he grabbed his cock and took the tip into his mouth. Dylan pushed down lightly on his skull and soon he had the top two or three inches between his lips. <br />
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Dylan moved in and started to lick at Jason's shaft as the kid sucked himself. They shared his dick, their tongues playing off each other as they passed the head back and forth between them. Soon, Dylan grabbed my hair and pulled me in too. The three of us wrestled with Jason's cock, kissing each other, slobbering into each others mouths, and swapping the spit and precum that was building up. When it was clear that Jason was as horny as he was going to get and ready for almost anything, Dylan sat up, crawled behind him, and wrapped his arms around the young stud. <br />
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"Time to become a man." Dylan said as he toyed with Jason's nipples. <br />
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Jason groaned as I lifted his legs up off the side of the bed. Dylan pulled him backwards, I climbed between his legs and prepared to fuck him missionary. It wasn't the best way to take a guy for the first time, but I think a dude deserves to look at the man who takes his cherry. <br />
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Dylan tossed me the lube and I slathered it on Jason's asshole and all over my cock. Jason was breathing heavily, though he didn't betray any of his nervousness in his face. Dylan rubbed his chest and pulled him against his body, pushing his thick thighs up along Jason's flanks. I looked the guy in the eyes one last time and lined my cock up with his hole. <br />
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Dylan leaned forward and whispered, "Just relax," and I pushed into him. After a moment of resistance, my cock head popped into his body, and I started to inch my way in. <br />
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It might have been the first time that Jason had a cock inside of him, but it wasn't the first time he'd been fucked. His ass had clearly been used by a few dildos. He took my dick like a champ, barely flinching as it snaked inside of him. It wasn't until I bent over and kissed him that he let out a groan. <br />
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"You're a natural," I said. <br />
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"Good," Dylan said from behind Jason, "You won't have to hold back. I want to see you fuck like a man. Show me what you can do." <br />
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I didn't want to hurt Jason, and I didn't want to ruin his first time. Instead I decided to fuck him hard, while showing him as much affection as I could. As I started to pound his ass, I rubbed his chest and licked at his nipples. My fingers toyed with his lips and soon he was sucking on my thumb like it was a dick. Dylan grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. He started to rub Jason's chest, while I reached for the mammoth cock between his legs and pulled on it. <br />
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I saw Dylan eyeing Jordan's huge dick and soon he climbed over Jason in order to get at it. He took Jason's cock into his mouth and smothered the Jason between his legs. As I rubbed Dylan's head, he looked up at me and smiled, "You close yet?" <br />
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I'd been pounding Jason steadily for ten minutes. "Getting there." <br />
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"Ugh . . . me too," Jason groaned as he pulled his cock out of Dylan's mouth. <br />
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"Shut up and suck my dick, boy," Dylan growled over his shoulder. I noticed his ass cheeks flexing and knew that he was gently fucking Jason's mouth. This went on for another minute before Dylan started to groan. <br />
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"Eat it fag." Dylan growled before he dove back onto Jason's giant cock. I was amazed when I saw him take the whole thing into his throat. Dylan loved playing the burly, straight-acting top, but in moments like these it was obvious that he loved dick as much as any of us.<br />
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Jason started to buck his hips, sort of lifting his cock into Dylan's mouth and then shoving his ass back down onto mine. When I looked at him, Jason's head was hanging to the side and Dylan's cum was running down his cheek. His eyes were closed as he took the pounding and enjoyed the blowjob. His sexy body rocked back and forth as Dylan and I played with it like a toy. <br />
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The only sign he gave that he was going to cum was slightly grasping and holding on to Dylan's torso. I felt his ass start pulsating, his newly busted hole gripping my dick and pulling me into his body. Dylan kept his lips locked around the head, no doubt swirling his tongue around the glans as he liked to do with me. When Jason finally collapsed back into the bed and relaxed, Dylan looked up at me and smiled. Jason's cum filled the spaces between his teeth. <br />
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Dylan crawled over Jason and stood up on the bed. He leaned over me and I opened up my mouth. When he bent over and started to kiss me, he pushed Jason's cum into my mouth. I savored the salty taste as we swapped it back and forth. I always loved tasting a new guy, thinking about what he looks like and, in Jason's case, what his body felt like as it was taken by mine. This guy, hot and hung and lean and young, was a prize and I swished his essence around in my mouth as I savored it. <br />
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Not to be left out, Jason grabbed Dylan's hips and pulled him backwards. Dylan squatted down and planted his asshole on Jason's face. Jason dug in, and Dylan's eyes rolled back in his head. He reached out, grabbed onto my nipples, and started to work them. It was all I could take. I pulled my cock out of Jason's asshole and stroked it a few times. Looking at Jason's pretty face as he ate my man's ass, I knew I was going to paint it. <br />
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I pushed Dylan's chest backward and he inched back until his cock lay across Jason's forehead. I grinned. <br />
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"You are such a beautiful fucking boy." I said to him. I stuck my fingers in his mouth, toying with him as I rubbed my dick. <br />
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I pointed at his face and unleashed my load. Thick ropes of cum blasted across his cheek bones and onto Dylan's shaft. Dylan used the head of his dick to shovel it into Jason's mouth as his aggressive side started to come out. <br />
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"Eat it up, cocksucker. Every last fucking drop." Dylan teased, "Bet your buddies would love to know how much you enjoy boy batter. They'd be feeding you everyday." <br />
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Jason's cum covered cheeks burned red. Dylan went on, "They won't believe me at first, but when I show them the pictures of you licking my bulge, they'll be all over your fine ass." <br />
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Jason was in a frenzy and kept licking up my cum. He tongued the head of my dick and sucked on Dylan's. Dylan's hands were all over me as we kissed. We lost our balance and fell down on the bed next to Jason. Dylan rubbed Jason's head, and he moved so that his chin rested on Dylan's thigh, inches away from his thick dick. <br />
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"I wanna do that again." Jason said, looking up at both of us. Then he ran his hand over my stomach and through my pubes, "Fuck you guys are hot." <br />
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"We'll do it again." Dylan said. He grabbed my cock and squeezed it. "I like watching my man fuck." <br />
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Dylan's cock started to thicken. He ran his hands through Jason's hair and then smiled at him. "Sorry, but I think it's time for you to take off, boy. I'll call you when I need you. Right now, it's my turn to fuck." <br />
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I rolled onto my side and presented my ass to Dylan, ready to take everything he could give me. <br />
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<br />C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-30142422961483030362017-10-04T20:02:00.002-07:002017-10-04T20:02:14.734-07:00Teaching My Son A Lesson, Part 9----------------------------------------<br />Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 9<br />C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com<br />cceroticstories.blogspot.com<br />charliessmut.tumblr.com<br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />In the weeks prior to sending Sean over to play with Jose, I looked at Sam differently. Prior to that moment, I'd always seen his aggressive, masculine side. He dominated my son. He made Sean wait on him and teased Sean with the sexual power he held over him. I'd always found the guy pretty attractive, but never really viewed him as someone I would fuck. Everything about him, like his dad, said that he got off on the power and control he exercised over submissive men. <br /><br />After Luis told me that he fucked Sam, I saw him differently. He was still aggressive with Sean, but instead of looking at the thick dick in his pants, I gazed at his perfect round ass as he walked away. I imagined wrapping my arms around the little guy and completely controlling him. Physically, Sean was like me, almost an even match, but Sam was small and, though muscular, easily controlled. <br /><br />Best of all was his endlessly cocky attitude. His nearly black hair was shiny, smooth, and always perfectly styled. His face was still smooth and his black eyes gave him an intense gaze. His small body was lean and muscular without appearing bulky. He was on the verge of manhood, and I wanted nothing more than to sneak up behind him, push him into a wall, and rape his ass. <br />
<a name='more'></a><br />Luis fed my hunger by texting me pictures of his son. They started off as candid shots. Sam in a swimsuit near the pool, Sam after he got home from the gym. A lot of them, I noticed, showed off Sam's bulge and even the lines of his dick. Then, as Luis got going, the pictures transition into posed shots. Sam was shown in his boxers with the rod of his dick pushed off to one side. Then a picture of Sam in a jockstrap rubbing his bulge. Finally, a picture of Sam in the same jock, legs up to reveal his tight, pink hole, surrounded by a patch of black hair. <br /><br />Luis and I texted back and forth. I would tell him about all of the dirty things I wanted to do to his son, and Luis would respond by telling me that Sam was a total slut when it came to his daddy's cock. He'd never been fucked by another man, but if Sam knew that Luis wanted it, he would be pliable if not initially willing. <br /><br />I was getting hungry for Sam, and I let Luis know. Whenever Sam was over I would text Luis, often with Sam across the room from me, to let him know that I couldn't wait to hold his son down and devour his body. Everytime I breathed in his clean masculine sent, my dick begged me to assault him on the spot. <br /><br />Luis responded by bringing me a pair of Sam's boxer briefs the next day at the gym. The front of the briefs were coated with numerous loads of cum.<br /><br />"I make him shoot load after load onto his gear and then he has to wear it to school and the gym." Luis laughed, "He hates it because it makes him smell like cum if he gets too sweaty." <br /><br />I savored the scent of teen cum, smelling Sam's sweaty body while Luis told me more. He liked to cum on Sam's food so that Sam would eat his load at lunch in front of his friends. Some mornings he would cum in Sam's hair, on his cock, or in one of his pits and send him to school. The relationship was built around dominance and humiliation.<br /><br />When the day finally came, Luis and I worked up a story about me needing help refinishing my deck while Sean was visiting his mom for the weekend. Sam bought it, and I offered him a hundred dollars to help. He showed up at my house wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a tight shirt. He looked sexy and, as he walked by, I caught the odor of cum and gave Luis a thumbs up. <br /><br />"Hey, Sam?" I said. <br /><br />"What's up?" He shot back.<br /><br />We talked for a few minutes and then went to work. It was tough labor on a warm day and we were both soon soaked with sweat. I admired Sam's body as he worked, the way his arms bulged and his veins popped up against his dark skin. His hair became wet and shiny, and every so often he reached up and slicked it backward. In those moments, with the blue sky in the background, he looked like a model.<br /><br />As we worked, I did my best to bring our bodies together by forcing myself against him and showing him how much stronger I was. Soon, I claimed I was too hot and stripped off my shirt. My hairy chest, thick with muscle, glistened in the sunlight, and Sam stared for a moment. He admired my body, probably wondering if he would ever look that way, and I noticed the lust in his eyes. Luis was right, Sam had a thing for daddy figures. I saw him adjust his cock before he looked away. <br /><br />Later in the afternoon, I pulled out a six pack and handed one to Sam. He drank the beer quickly, faster than he should have for a young man who didn't have a lot of weight on his frame. I handed him another one. It wasn't the responsible thing to do, but I was no longer acting responsibly. I wanted to fuck that boy, and it was time to get started. <br /><br />When we had finished that days work, I took Sam back inside and we both flopped down on the couch in my den. I grabbed some food and another batch of beers. Sam was swaying a little bit now, but he wasn't a mess. There was a looseness about him, canceling out his intense personality, that I found very attractive. <br /><br />"What do you want to watch, Sam?" I said as I flipped on the TV. <br /><br />Sam shrugged and made a grunting sound. <br /><br />I moved through the channels quickly, pretending like I was bored with the selections. Then I glanced at him, "Your body must be killing you after being bent over all day. How about I give you a massage as to thank you for helping me out today." <br /><br />"Uh, sure." Sam said. <br /><br />I had him lay down on his stomach then stood up and removed my shirt. My muscles were pumped up, and I knew I looked hot. Sam looked at me at once confused and excited. Slowly, I think it dawned on him that I might be up for some kind of fooling around. Was it possible that the beer and his teenage arrogance had convinced him that he might get me to put out for him? <br /><br />Whatever was driving him, he started to slip out of his clothes. For the first time I got to perv out over his body without Sean around. Even better, I got to gaze at him knowing that he was going to be mine in a few minutes. It was like picking out a steak and then waiting for it to be cooked. <br /><br />I knelt over him, put my hands on his shoulders, and began to massage his back. I dug in deep, causing him some pain, but also relieving all of the tension in his young muscles. He moved under me as the palm of my hand dug into his shoulders and then moved down his skin. Then I changed tactics and softly caressed his skin. He moaned softly under my gentle touch, which I alternated with a more aggressive attack on his muscles.<br /><br />I continued to rub my hands over his back, but then slid them down his sides and massaged his torso and nascent pectorals. Sam lifted himself slightly, overtaken by the pleasure and feelings of relaxation, and my cock pressed into his ass. I moved my hands back to his backside and slid down his body. <br /><br />When I got to Sam's ass, kneaded both cheeks. I pushed them open and looked at Sam's hole for what felt like the first time. Still smooth and tight, it was surrounded by a ring of black hair. It was clear that Sam was going to be hairy like his dad. I ran a finger over his hole quickly enough that it seemed like an accident. I continued this treatment for a few more minutes before slapping him on the ass and telling him we were done. <br /><br />When Sam stood, his brown cock was hard and stood out in front of his low hanging nuts. I smiled at him, shrugged, and pointed to my own hard-on.<br /><br />"Sorry," he said, "Almost anything gets me hard lately." <br /><br />I gave a quick tug on my cock and then said, "Don't worry about it. Put your shorts back on and we'll watch some TV.â<br /><br />I could tell that Sam was beginning to come down and I grabbed him another beer when we were back in the kitchen. Then we went into the living room and I put on a film. The movie wasn't quite pornography, but it went heavy on erotic, uncensored sex. I'd picked it out just for that evening, knowing that it contained enough sexual activity to get Sam horny, but not so much that it would freak him out. <br /><br />Sure enough, about a half hour in, Sam sprouted a boner. I could see it across his thigh and bouncing up and down just a little. He adjusted himself awkwardly and glanced my way to see if I had seen. <br /><br />When I caught him looking, I rubbed my own cock and soon he was doing the same. "I didn't realize there was so much sex in this." I said, "It's getting me horny." <br /><br />"I know." Sam said. Then he smiled, "Too bad there isn't someone here to take care of this for me." <br /><br />There was a glimmer in his eye, and I knew he was implying that I should give him a blowjob or something. I dodged the comment, "Sean's gone for the weekend, bud. We're on our own." <br /><br />"What's he doing anyway?" Sam asked. <br /><br />"You want the truth?" I said. It was time to let him know what was really going on. <br /><br />"Sure." Sam said, "Let me guess, he's off getting fucked by a bunch of guys. You sort of raised a slut, you know?"<br /><br />"I know." I said, "But he's just getting fucked by one guy. Your old man was worried that Jose would shack up with some girl so he asked me to provide a suitable outlet for Jose's sexual frustrations. We made a trade. My son is underneath your brother right now." <br /><br />"You gave him Sean for two weeks? What's he giving you in return?" <br /><br />"Well, according to your dad, I'm not the only one that has a son that likes to get fucked by daddy." I said flatly, not bothering to explain anything else. <br /><br />"I don't know what you mean." Sam said. His face picked up a little bit of color, but he kept his cool.<br /><br />"I mean your dad told me that you liked to get fucked. Not as much as Sean does, but enough to make the deal a fair trade. You starting to catch on?" <br /><br />"I don't know what my dad told you," Sam started, "but that stuff . . . I didn't really like it, you know. I'm not like Sean, and I'm not just saying that cause I don't want you to think I'm gay. It just isn't my thing." <br /><br />"Oh, ok." I said. "But it was your thing. A while ago." <br /><br />"It's complicated."<br /><br />"Maybe you just need a reminder of what it's like." I said to him. I stood up from the couch and turned to face him. My bulge was about two feet from his face. When I grabbed his shoulder, he flinched under my touch, but stood his ground. <br /><br />He leaned forward a foot and then he froze again. "Like I said, I think I'm done with this." <br /><br />He looked up at me with his brown eyes, big and a little nervous. His black hair was smoothed back and his lips were red and thick. There was no way I was letting up until I saw that beautiful mouth wrapped around the head of my cock. I got Luis' kink almost immediately. A guy this pretty and this confidant tempted me in ways that only Sean tempted me. The night wouldn't be complete until I rubbed my cum through that perfect black hair. <br /><br />"I made a deal with your dad, Sam," I said to him softly, "I'd hate to have to tell him that I was unable to collect." <br /><br />Sam stared bullets at the bulge in my briefs. My cock pointed out to the left and there was a dark spot at the tip. I rubbed my hand over my stomach, pulling up my shirt and showing off my hairy stomach. As Sam's eyes panned over my body, I squatted down and looked at him face to face. <br /><br />"You can pretend all you want, but I can read a boy like you better than you can read yourself. I know what you want. So how about I make you a promise. Whatever happens between us, no one will ever hear about it. It'll never leave this room. I'm not going to turn you out like I turned Sean out. That's not what you want. You know what you want?" <br /><br />Sam stared at my throbbing dick but shook his head no. <br /><br />"You want to be your old man's whore, and that's what you'll get to be. He traded your asshole just to keep your older brother out of trouble. He gave me this pretty mouth . . ." I stuck a finger between his lips and waited for him to start to suck it. "He gave me this mouth and told me I could do anything I wanted. You know why? Because you're a good little boy and you do what he says." <br /><br />I ran my other hand down his chest and stomach, stopping briefly to fondle his balls. Then I reached behind them and pushed on his hole. I felt the hair around it, the tight skin, and touched his rosebud with the tip of my finger. <br /><br />"Your dad gave me this to fuck until I can't fuck anymore. Turns you on, doesn't it, knowing that you can use your body to make your dad happy. He told me all about how he sends you to school covered in his nut. I bet that's why Sean loves it when you spit on him. He can probably taste your dad's cock." <br /><br />Sam blushed and shuddered. His face burned red and he looked down at the floor for a second. At the same time, I felt his cock harden against my forearm and his asshole pulsed against my fingers. <br /><br />"Look at me boy." I said. Sam looked up at me. "This first time I'm going to be as nice as I can. You're so fucking pretty I want to eat you whole. You want to make your daddy and Sean's daddy happy?" <br /><br />He groaned audibly and then it turned into a whine and a whimper. He pushed back onto my fingers and sucked down on the finger in his mouth. I knew I had him. "Yeah," he said, "I want that."<br /><br />"Want it?" <br /><br />"I need it," he said softly. <br /><br />"I know you do. Let's go upstairs." <br /><br />Sam knew our house well and he started to walk toward the master bedroom. Before he could get there I guided him into Sean's room. We opened the door and it was clean as usual. As soon as I laid down the law with Sean, teaching him not to act like a pig was one of my first lessons. I grabbed onto Sam's body again, roughing him up a little. Then, I pulled his shirt off and groped his chest. <br /><br />"Seriously, boy, you're going to make a lot of men and women happy." I ran my tongue along his jaw and started to make out with him. I was merciless, invading his mouth with my tongue while I grabbed at any part of his body that I wanted. Finally, I dropped to my knees and shoved my face into his crotch. I inhaled deeply, taking in the spicy smell of his teenage body. <br /><br />I pushed him backward onto the bed and then dug into his ass, biting at the fabric of his boxer briefs while I nipped at his flesh. Eventually I got a little whole going and tore it open with my hands. For the second time that night, I was staring at his tight teen hole; old enough to look like a man's but young enough to be pink and smooth. <br /><br />I grabbed onto Sam's torso and went to work. Some part of me knew that Luis had been here before, maybe even Jose, and I wanted to outdo both of them. Eating someone out, male or female, was something I was pretty good at, and I put all my best skills to work. Sam writhed on the bed, gripping my hands and then my head as I licked and sucked at his ass flesh. My fingers came into play too, opening him up little by little. Within five minutes, Sam was barely coherent as he moaned and tried to talk. <br /><br />I broke away and jumped to my feet. I kicked off my briefs and flopped down on the bed. My cock slapped onto my thigh and I gazed at Sam. <br /><br />"You know how many times I've fucked my son in this bed?" <br /><br />"Do you know how many times I have?" he said. <br /><br />I smiled at him, "You're a cocky bastard; I think it's part of your charm. Still, I'm reconsidering the decision to be nice to you." <br /><br />I reached out and ran my hand through his hair. I pulled him in like I was going to kiss him but then shoved him downward into my crotch. He yelped a little bit as I tugged at his hair, but his mouth was open when it got to my dick. <br /><br />Sam was definitely out of practice, but it felt good none the less. When you're dominating a guy, he doesn't have to do much to get you off aside from be compliant. Sam moved where I made him move and went as deep as I wanted him to. When I pulled him off, he gasped and wiped the spit off his face. <br /><br />"Look at you." I said, "You're a pretty solid cock sucker when you want to be." I messed up his hair and rubbed his neck, "What are you boy?" <br /><br />"A cocksucker?" <br /><br />"A cocksucker for who?" <br /><br />He paused a minute and then flashed a crooked, confused smile, "I'm a cock sucker for my dad. I'm his whore." <br /><br />"That's right. Now work my nuts." <br /><br />Sam started to lick at my balls, but I quickly shoved my fingers in his mouth and pulled it open. "Fucking get those nuts in your mouth, boy." <br /><br />Sam sucked one ball in and quite a bit of my sack. I looked down and saw what was probably my favorite sight. My dick laying across the face of a fine as fuck teenager while his pretty pink lips tried to keep my nuts in his mouth. His eyes were wide and full of pleasure, and I knew that I had found his kink. <br /><br />I threw him onto his back and got up onto my knees. Soon my nuts were hanging over his face and I sat down, smothering him between my thick thighs. As Sam licked, I moved back and forth, shoving my cock in his mouth and then leaning back so that he could lick my taint. Throughout it all my nuts were the center of the show. <br /><br />"Lick those sweaty nuts, boy. Look at what a good whore you are for your old man. Just twenty minutes ago you were telling me that you were done with this sort of thing. Now you've got a set of musky, hairy man nuts in your mouth." <br /><br />Sam's dick was peeking out of the front of his shorts and I leaned forward and flicked it with my fingers. He shook a little and I tapped his nuts even harder. This time he bucked wildly. When I stood back up, I moved forward and dropped my asshole over his mouth. He didn't miss a beat as his tongue tunneled its way into my body. <br /><br />"Fuck me," I moaned as I reached behind my back and rubbed his head. "A straight stud, a young buck that mounts my own son, has his head between my legs and his tongue in my ass. There's only one thing that would make it any better. You know what that is, don't you slut?" <br /><br />I heard his muffled voice between my legs and knew that he was ready to get fucked. <br /><br />"Get up here," I said as I crawled off of him. <br /><br />Sam moved to the top of the bed and laid down. His legs were already half raised and his hands were behind his head. His muscular body, defined with no bulk and the soft coating of black hair on his dark skin took me over the edge. I dove into one his pits, licking and biting while my fingers dug between his legs and sought out his asshole. <br /><br />When I pulled out of his pit, Sam was laughing, "I thought you were straight." <br /><br />I grabbed one of his nipples and twisted it hard enough that he gasped and pulled away from me. "None of us are that straight. I mean, I'm not the one begging his best friend's dad to fuck him." <br /><br />"I wasn't exactly begging." <br /><br />"Fine," I said, "I won't fuck you unless you want me to." I grabbed his hand by the wrist and wrapped it around my hard cock. "You know where your hole is, so if you want this dick inside of you, you can show it the way." <br /><br />I stared into his eyes, involving him in one of the worst games of chicken ever invented. A minute passed and then I feigned like I was going to break away. Sam grabbed onto my cock, mumbled, "Fuck you," and guided my dick toward his hole. When it settled into the divot deep between his cheeks, I leaned down and bit him on the chest. <br /><br />"I thought you were straight." I said with a grin. <br /><br />"Just fuck me." <br /><br />"You gonna be my little fag?" <br /><br />He nodded but didn't say the words. I bit his chest again and growled deeply. <br /><br />"Yes," he hissed, "Make me your fag." <br /><br />I shoved all of my cock into his body in one long thrust. Sam opened his mouth and silently moaned, falling backward into the pillow. I rubbed his belly and asked him how it felt. <br /><br />"Big." <br /><br />"Your dad is going to be so happy when he finds out how good you did. He'll reward you big time. Just think of all the cock you're going to get from him." I rubbed his hair again, pulling at it and then smoothing it out.<br /><br />Sam lifted his ass and thrust back at me. He didnât want to talk anymore. He wanted to get fucked. I gave in and started to pound him as hard as I could. I never altered the position and rarely altered the speed. I railed the young guy, slamming his knees into his chest and bending him into whatever position worked for me. I could see from his face that the process was painful, though he seemed to be finding pleasure even in that. Each time I bottomed out, he grunted and grimaced, but he never asked me to stop and he never got soft. <br /><br />I reached down and pulled the sheets over us. Suddenly we were both enveloped in the sexy scent of my son Sean's body. It was an aroma that I loved and knew Sam recognized. Somehow it added to the pleasure we were feeling, maybe by reminding us of the twisted sex triangle that brought us together. <br /><br />"Oh god, I'm so close." Sam muttered. He reached for his cock but I grabbed his wrist. <br /><br />"If you're gonna blow boy, I make it happen." <br /><br />He groaned and then turned his head and bit the pillow. I shifted my tactics, slowing down so that my long cock would slide over his prostate. Then I started rubbing my thumb along his taint and up into his balls. He grunted once and then he turned back to look at me. He was desperate. <br /><br />âDo you want me to let you come?â <br /><br />He bit his lip hard and then remade eye contact. âIf that's what you want.â <br /><br />I grabbed onto his cock and pulled on it. Two strokes later, he started to shoot his load onto his flat stomach and chest. His load was bright white against his brown skin and I quickly ran my hand through it, smearing it all over his body. When this boy went home and gave Luis a hug, I wanted him to reek like ball cream. <br /><br />When he was finished he grabbed onto my ass cheeks and pulled me into him. âFucking breed me. Please give me your load.â <br /><br />âSorry, fag, but this load is going on your face.â <br /><br />I pulled out and quickly climbed over his body so that I was sitting on his chest and stroking over his face. He opened his mouth, but I shook my head softly and he closed it. I kept stroking, faster and faster, until I felt my balls churning. <br /><br />âGet ready stud.â I snarled and then I blasted him straight across the nose. I planted six ropes of cum on his face, each one stretching my urethra as it shot out. Sam didn't look happy as I painted his face. If anything he seemed disgusted. He might like to be daddy's bitch, but he wasn't a cum whore. <br /><br />When I finished, I rubbed my palm over his face and pushed my cum into his hair. I worked it into his bangs and slicked them back. He pulled away at this point and I held him down. <br /><br />âYou care an awful lot about your hair for a straight guy.â Then I shoved my palm in front of his mouth, âLick it.â <br /><br />He paused and then did as he was told. When I was satisfied, I laid down next to him in Sean's bed. For a moment, I kept my hands off of him, but soon I was back between his legs, playing with all of his boy parts. <br /><br />âLet's go shower, stud.â I said to him, âBy the time we're done, I'll be ready for round two.â <br /><br />Sam rolled his eyes, but he didn't hesitate before following me out of the room.<br />---------------<br />Hope you guys like it â Charlie <br />cosmic709@yahoo.com<br />C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-32966579248905255422017-09-16T09:21:00.001-07:002017-09-16T09:21:37.249-07:00Gym Buddies, Part 5----------------------------------------<br />
Gym Buddies, Chapter 5<br />
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After getting railed by Jordan and Dylan, we all went back to our normal routines. Jordan burned through a bunch of girls while Dylan and I continued to fuck almost every night. Over time I became accustomed to his combination of assertiveness and gentleness, and he no longer seemed unpredictable to me. In public, he was always possessive, putting his arm around me, holding my hand, and kissing me. <br />
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I was sitting at my desk working when I got a text from Dylan. He usually left me alone during the day, knowing that I liked to stay focused on my work, but he wanted to know what I was doing for lunch. I replied that I was free and asked him what was up. <br />
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In return, I received a picture of him standing in front of a mirrors at one of the gyms he worked at. His dick was hanging out of his shorts. The text said, I need to get off. Either with you or someone else. <br />
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It didn't take me more than a moment to let him know I was happy to help out.. About every fifteen minutes after that, I got another picture of Dylan. Some were of his dick, laying against the counter, the computer, on the equipment, while others were just shots he took in the mirror. I could see other guys working out in the background and was impressed with his daring.<br />
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My cock was leaking so much that when I walked to the copier I had to cover the wet spot at the front of my pants. It was Friday, and I considered skipping out for the afternoon. <br />
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The minutes felt like hours, but eventually one rolled around and I jumped in my car. Dylan wanted me to come to the gym, because he only got a fifteen minute break when he was working. <br />
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As soon as I walked in, Dylan tossed his arm around me and pulled me in for a kiss. I thought it would be a peck on the cheek, but he shoved his tongue in my mouth. His hands moved over my back as he orally assaulted me. When he broke off the kiss, a chunk of the guys were watching us. <br />
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Dylan pulled me behind the counter and kissed me quickly again. "Don't worry about them. They'll go back to their business in a minute." <br />
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"So, uh, where are we going for lunch," I said softly. <br />
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"I don't know, I thought we'd stay here." <br />
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"Not much to eat here." I said. <br />
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"You're not looking in the right place." Dylan looked around quickly and put a hand on my shoulder. He pushed me to my knees and shoved his crotch into my face. I let his hard cock press into the bridge of my nose and looked up at him.<br />
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"Are you serious, dude?" I asked.<br />
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"Do it," he said. <br />
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I looked at the lump in his shorts and considered whether or not this was really happening. Before I could think it through, Dylan tapped me on the side of the face. "Do it. Now."<br />
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I opened my mouth and started to lick the thick bulge. He stepped away. "Not the shorts, dude. People are going to the wet spot." He grabbed the leg of his shorts and pulled it up. Then he fiddled with his underwear and his dick fell out. As soon as it was free, it started to thicken again.<br />
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Knowing that if I didn't blow him, Dylan would cook up some other way to embarrass me, I took his cock into my mouth. Instantly his hand was on my head, alternating between rubbing my hair and moving my face wherever he wanted it. <br />
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Dylan kept working at the computer, looking across the gym, and doing his job as well as he could while standing in one place. He was almost completely ignoring me. It was a little debasing, but I started to get hard despite that fact. As usual, Dylan knew my desires better than I did. He knew that I would enjoy blowing him in public even when he knew that I would resist him. <br />
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"Keep going, ok. Don't freak out." Dylan whispered. <br />
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All of the sudden he leaned forward and started to talk with a customer. Figuring that I should give as good as I was getting, I went full force on his cock. I took him to the root and let his cock pulse in my throat. When I pulled out, I dove onto his balls and licked at them. He opened his legs, and I went deeper, running my tongue along his taint. <br />
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I went back to work on his big cock, running my tongue up and down the shaft and then taking the head into my mouth and tonguing him hard. I worked him over for a minute or two and then I felt his fingers in my hair. He gripped me tightly and pulled my head backwards. I gazed up at his huge body and into his eyes. He had a little scruff on his face and looked sexier than usual. <br />
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Then he tilted my head back even further. <br />
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My eyes connected with the eyes of another guy, and Dylan's dick fell out of my mouth. "Hey stud." The dude said. <br />
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Dylan let go of my hair and I looked up at the guy. He had dark, almost black hair, with blue eyes and a clean shaven face. I could only see his shoulders, but he looked pretty built up. I guessed that he was about Dylan's age. <br />
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"Jason didn't believe me when I said I'd finally found a guy that ticked all my boxes. He believes me now." <br />
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"Yeah man," Jason said, "If you're willing to do this, you'll get along with Dylan just fine.â He stared at me for a minute and then said, "Don't let me stop you, dude. I enjoy a good show." <br />
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Dylan pulled my head back onto his dick and then said, "You know. I tried to date Jason, but realized he was more into watching me fuck than getting fucked by me." <br />
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"I don't get fucked," Jason said flatly. <br />
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"Neither did he." Dylan said. Then I heard him high five his buddy. My cheeks burned red, but I kept sucking on Dylan's dick. About thirty seconds later, Dylan reached down and grabbed hid shaft. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, yanked on it a few times, and fell forward onto the counter. <br />
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"Fuck, dude, watch me paint this boy's face." He looked at me, mouthed what I think was, "I love you." and then his dick exploded all over my face and into my hair. He let loose at least five ropes of thick cum, and it ran down my cheek and backward into my scalp. Dylan's hands were all over me in a flash. He scooped up the cum and then ran his hand through my hair and shoved them into my mouth. Both he and his buddy laughed. <br />
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"That shit is good hair gel.â Jason observed. "Super strong hold." <br />
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Dylan restyled my hair and then smiled at me. "Good as new." he said. "Except you reek like cum, but really, how many of the guys at work are going to know that smell?â<br />
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Dylan grinned from ear to ear. "That was hot, babe. I'll take you out for a nice dinner tonight. It's getting late though. You should probably get back to work." <br />
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Dylan looked around one more time and then he pulled me up to my feet. I looked at Jason, who adjusted what looked to be a fairly large cock, then I kissed Dylan quickly. Again, his arms wrapped around me and he pulled me in for a hard kiss. Then he pushed me away from him. "See you later, stud." <br />
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I drove back to work. All I could smell in the car was Dylan's semen. The harsh smell of cum followed me into my building and then into the elevator. I stared at the floor as I rode upstairs and tried not to make eye contact with anyone. I knew that if I did, I wouldn't be able to avoid looking ashamed, which would prove that what smelled like cum actually was cum. <br />
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Dylan texted me again that afternoon asking me over to his place for dinner. Jordan was out with a new girlfriend and Dylan wanted to cook me dinner. It was one of the constant inconsistencies in his personality. He'd held me down and came on my face in public, but then he wanted to cook me a romantic dinner. After that, we were going to go get beers with some of his friends. He told me to dress sexy. <br />
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Five hours later I was back at Dylan's place. The table was already set when I walked in and Dylan was standing in the kitchen, wearing nothing but an apron. When he turned back toward the stove I stared at his fat ass and strong back. I walked up to him and ran a hand over one of his cheeks. <br />
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"Sit down. I'm making steak," he said, "There's beer in the fridge." <br />
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I looked inside and found a few bottles from a local microbrewery. Dylan normally drank Coor's Light, but I'd been pushing him to expand his horizons. <br />
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Ten minutes later, he brought food to the table and we started to eat. Dylan eventually turned the conversation toward that afternoon. <br />
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"What happened today, with Jason, I hope I didn't freak you out. I know you're new to this, and I'm trying not to push you too fast." <br />
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"New to what?" I said with a smile. "Giving a guy a blowjob in public while his friend watches." <br />
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"I don't know. New to a sex life that isn't so . . . flat." Dylan said. Then he backtracked, "Not that ordinary sex isn't good. I love having ordinary sex with you. But I really love pushing you to do things you're uncomfortable with." <br />
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"You freak me out at first, but I always end up enjoying myself. I guess I trust you." <br />
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"This has been a lot of fun for me." Dylan said as he took a swig of the beer, "Not just the sex. I mean that's been great too. I've never found a guy who's stable, easy to talk to, and doesn't mind breaking the rules every so often. Jordan says you're a unicorn." <br />
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I paused, "How can you handle living with that guy. He's sex on legs. I'd be dehydrated just from all the drooling and jacking off." <br />
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"I've known him forever. I guess I'm used to him." Dylan said, "But, I mean, we started to fool around once we moved in together. He's irresistible and he's always ready to get off. I guess we settled into a routine." <br />
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"I'd suck that guy's cock anytime he asked." <br />
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"Well, don't let him hear that because he'll be texting you every morning." Dylan took another drink. "When he comes out of his bedroom in the morning, his cock is sticking straight up. Every single day." <br />
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"He smells good too." As soon as I said it, I blushed. Dylan reached over and grabbed my wrist. <br />
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"You don't have to be embarrassed." he said, "You like what you like. Sometimes, when I'm jacking off, I grab his gym clothes and play with them. I almost get high when I'm in the right mood." <br />
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"I wouldn't be able to resist it." <br />
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"Well, as long as you're with me, you'll get plenty of him. That's part of our deal. I hope you don't mind if I loan you out to him every so often." <br />
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"Loan me out?" <br />
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"I, uh, sometimes I trade the guys I'm dating for favors. It gets me off. Usually it gets the guy off too. I thought Jordan told you about this." <br />
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"So, like, he does the dishes and I suck his cock?" <br />
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"Something like that." <br />
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"Is this what you meant about me being yours?" I asked. <br />
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"Part of it." Dylan grinned, "Mostly it meant that I'm going to fuck your brains out whenever I want." <br />
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"Is it just Jordan?" <br />
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"For now. Then, if you're into it, we can branch out. Like tonight at the bar you're going to meet some hot dudes. You let me know which ones you're into, and I'll see what I can do. I'll play too at first, but eventually, you can step out on your own." <br />
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"So, you're, uh, like a pimp." <br />
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Dylan's hands slipped between my legs. Then he grabbed my wrist and put it on his crotch. We were both hard. "That's right. I'm your pimp and you're my whore." He smiled while he said it, and I felt his dick throb. "If it's not fun, we'll find something else, but it if it gets you off, try not to think about it so much." <br />
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"I'm trying. I guess I'm not as laid back as you are." <br />
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"You'll get there." Dylan said. His hand wandered over to my cock and he squeezed it a few times. "You wanna meet some of my buddies tonight? Just for fun, I promise." <br />
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I accepted the invitation, assuming that Dylan had talked to me about blowing his friends in order to prep me for the evening, but Dylan didn't sexualize the situation. As he introduced me he always referred to me as "My man," and with a couple of guys he said, "My new boy." That was with the guys I could tell he'd had a past relationship with. Some of them actually looked me over from head to toe like a piece of meat. It got me hot to know that so many guys were interested in getting with me. <br />
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After a few hours, Dylan cornered me near the bathrooms. I could tell from the way he was walking and the blush in his face that he was feeling the last few drinks. He ran his hands up my back and then kissed me. As he grabbed my ass, he ground his crotch against my thigh. <br />
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"I think we should get out of here." <br />
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"What do you have in mind?" I asked. <br />
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"I've got some ideas." <br />
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We made for the door and said goodbye to Jason, the man from the gym. As we left, he winked at me and told Dylan that he'd be seeing us both soon. Walking to the car, Dylan asked me what I thought about him. <br />
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"Seemed like a nice guy, I guess." <br />
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"You wanna blow him? Like, if you had the chance, would you do it?" <br />
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"I, uh, I barely know him." <br />
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"You barely knew me." Dylan said, "You barely knew Jordan when you licked the sweat off his nuts in the sauna." <br />
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"That's different." <br />
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"How?" <br />
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"I don't know. You, sort of, like, put a spell on me." <br />
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"I let you experience what you desired. What else do you want to experience? That's all I'm asking. Stop analyzing everything." <br />
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"Yeah, I guess I'd blow him. He's a stud." <br />
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"We'll do it together, someday." Dylan said, "I'll help you stay calm." <br />
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We drove the last mile in silence. When we got to Dylan's place, Jordan was in his room and we could hear a girl laughing. "Let's go to your place," Dylan said, "I don't want to listen to hetero sex tonight." <br />
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We jumped back into the car and raced over to my place. I couldn't help but think about Jordan, alone in his apartment, seducing a girl out of her pants. I wouldn't have minded listening to it, but Dylan seemed to have something specific in mind. <br />
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We got into my living room and I went to grab us both beers. When I returned, Dylan took both bottles from my hands and kissed me hard. He pushed me backward onto the couch and then fell into the couch next to me. His big body, his weight, pulled me in toward him, and soon I'd crawled onto his lap, making out with him. <br />
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Dylan's hands ran up and down my back, pushing up my shirt and then pulling it off. He pushed me away gently and gazed at my body. Then he leaned in and kissed one of my nipples. <br />
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"Fuck me, you're beautiful. My fucking beautiful man." Dylan cooed softly. "Ever since I first saw you, you've gotten up underneath my skin. You're so good to me, babe." <br />
<br />
Dylan began to kiss my neck, licking the skin along the ridge of my jaw. It was an intense experience to hear that I meant as much to him as he meant to me. His affection was always mixed up in a sense of ownership, which made it difficult for me to know how he felt. This time, however, it was all affection, and I felt warmer and happier with him than I'd ever felt before. <br />
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He moved his head into my armpit and ran his tongue through the hair. It was almost as if he was in a frenzy as he licked and kissed all over my chest and torso. I pulled Dylan's shirt over his head and buried my face in his muscular, hairy chest. He kissed the top of my head and then lifted me up off the couch. He took three or four steps with me wrapped around his body before he put me down. He was strong, but not that strong. <br />
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"Bedroom." he grunted.<br />
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I lead him to my room, suddenly aware of how different our lives were. I was a professional, and had graduated up to a different standard of living. There were no clothes on the floor, the bed was made, and I was, maybe, a bit embarrassed by how much older I felt at that moment. <br />
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Dylan didn't seem to notice. He shoved me onto the bed and began to rip my clothes off. I helped him as much as I could. As soon as he had my shorts around my ankles, he dove onto my cock, taking the whole thing in his mouth all at once. He bobbed up and down a few times before he came up for air. Then he went to work on my junk.<br />
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His mouth moved around my cock and balls, getting up underneath them and licking the patch of stomach above them. He grunted and nipped as he worked me over. He was animalistic and primal, experiencing my body as much as he could while also giving me a full set of experiences for myself. I was bucking and writhing on the bed after a few minutes, waiting for the moment that I either came or he finally shoved his dick into me. <br />
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When Dylan broke away and stood up, I was surprised to see that he was still clothed from the waist down. He pulled down his jeans and his dick stood straight out in his boxer shorts. Dylan wore cheap flimsy underwear, and the fabric was no match for his big cock. He started to pull them down. but I jumped off the bed and stopped him. I got down on my knees and chewed on his thick rod through the fabric, pushing it around with my nose, and digging into his junk. <br />
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Dylan grabbed my head and turned me upward so that I was facing him. "You want to eat my ass for me?" <br />
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"Fuck yes," I said as I turned around and dove into his ass, again chewing on his flesh through the fabric. Dylan pushed down his shorts and I buried my face between his cheeks as he leaned into me. I grabbed onto his huge quads and pulled his backside against my face, digging my tongue into his hole and sucking on the flesh. <br />
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Dylan stepped backwards and sat down on the bed. He lifted his legs up and opened up his ass crack for me. I dove back between his legs. <br />
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"That's right, babe, get me nice and wet." He said as I licked and spit on his hole. I rimmed him for a solid five minutes, until my tongue was exhausted. Then he pulled me out of his crotch and I crawled up his body. Dylan kissed me quickly and then grinned. "I want you to fuck me, babe. It's time." <br />
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"Fuck," I said as my eyes connected with his. I hadn't expected this, hadn't had any idea that it was coming. In my mind, I would never fuck Dylan. He'd made a few jokes about getting fucked before, and I knew that he wasn't unfamiliar with the sensations, but I'd didn't think that I'd ever be one of those guys. <br />
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Dylan grinned, "You can't tell anyone though. I've got a reputation to protect." <br />
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"Big bad, alpha top," I said. <br />
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"Uncaring, unattached, just uses guys to get off." He finished the sentence. <br />
<br />
"So why . . ."<br />
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"I don't know," Dylan said, "I guess you're just lucky." <br />
<br />
He pulled me against his skin, pressing our chests together until the thudding of his heart was pulsing against my chest. I could feel his big dick between us, the heat pouring off of his groin. I was trying to psyche myself up, to get myself back into the position of a man who fucks instead of a man who gets fucked. I'd met lots of versatile guys who make the switch with no problems, maybe Dylan was one of them, but I had to be in the right head-space to get fucked, and Dylan had gotten me lodged firmly in that place. <br />
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"Really, babe, I want to feel you inside of me. I want to take that step." Dylan said. Then he whispered, "I'm not playing games. I'm falling in love with you." <br />
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Those words were enough to get my cock hard. If Dylan wanted me to fuck him, if that's what it would take to make him happy, then that was what I was going to do. Besides, it wasn't like he would never fuck me again. I could already tell from the way he was talking that even in this position, he was never that far from retaking control. <br />
<br />
I grabbed the lube from the nightstand and this time I squeezed it on my cock and drizzled some onto Dylan's hole. I shoved a finger in him and started to loosen him up. <br />
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"I've been planning this for a while," he said, "Been practicing with a dildo." <br />
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He blushed as he said the last word, and suddenly revealed a different side of himself. He wanted to please me, to make me happy. That was what this was about. I rubbed some lube onto his cock as well, and then I lined up. <br />
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"Go slow." he said, but he didn't look at all worried. <br />
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I pushed forward and was surprised by how easy it was. My dick slid into Dylan's ass and he neither groaned or complained as all seven inches snaked into his insides. Only a few times did I see a glimmer of pain on his face. When I'd gotten it all in, I was panting and Dylan smiled at me. <br />
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"Easy there, boy. Looks like it's been a while." He said. <br />
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I moved my hips slightly, leaned forward, and kissed Dylan quickly on the face. "I forgot how good this feels. You're so warm, and I can feel your body moving around my dick." <br />
<br />
I'd been caressing Dylan's arms and torso, but he suddenly reached up and wrapped his big hand around my neck. He pulled our faces together. "I want you to fuck me like I fuck you. I know you've got it in you. You used to do it all the time. Forget that it's me." <br />
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There was no way that I could forget that it was him, but I tried anyway. I leaned forward and started o make out with him. This time, for the first time ever with Dylan, I invaded his mouth, ran my hands through his hair, and held his head tight against mine. Dylan let me in, encouraging me to tongue fuck his mouth while I pushed in and out of his ass. <br />
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I broke off the kiss and pushed his legs up. Then I leaned forward and started to fuck him with hard, quick strokes. Dylan grinned, "That's right, babe. Fuck me. Remind me that I'm dating a man." <br />
<br />
I pounded him harder, then flipped him over and started to hump him doggy style. I pushed Dylan's head down into the mattress and he shoved his ass upward to meet my thrusts. He growled and took it, but then his hands were behind him and he was trying to take control. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them down. <br />
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Dylan took it for a minute, but then he flipped me over onto my back. He quickly repositioned himself and sat on my hard dick. He rode me like a bull while his huge tool bounced and slapped against my chest. He leaned backward ad I stared at his huge balls, hanging loosely in his sack. Dylan leaned forward and I opened my mouth for a kiss. Instead he grinned and spit into my mouth. I licked my lips and then swallowed. <br />
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"Dirty boy." Dylan moaned. <br />
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"Shut the fuck up." I said. I grabbed onto his hips and started to thrust upward, stabbing him hard with my rod. He grabbed his own cock and his eyes glazed over.<br />
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"There you go. Fuck yes. Fucking keep drilling that spot." <br />
<br />
Dylan jacked his dick in front of me, and I couldn't take my eyes off the huge dick or the hot stud that it was attached to. I reached upward, grabbed him around the neck, and pulled him down into me. I shoved my tongue into his mouth, made out with him for a minute, then pulled away. <br />
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âI'm gonna cum in your ass, Dyl. Give you back what you gave me.â <br />
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Dylan gyrated against my hips. He was barely paying attention, his mind focused entirely on what he was feeling. I understood. Being on top has it's advantages, but sometimes it's great to let go and allow a guy to take you. He ground down on me, slowly bringing me to the edge. When he released his dick, it bounced in front of him, hard as steel, and I knew he was ready to go. <br />
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âCum with me, Dyl,â I groaned. I jabbed into him, showing him I was ready. âYou good to go.â <br />
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He leaned forward and kissed me. Then he dragged his teeth across my shoulder and purred softly. His ass ground into me, meeting my thrusts and shoving my dick around inside of him. <br />
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âFuck,â I hissed. <br />
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I felt his cum splash against my chest and then I let loose in his ass. My dick swelled as I pumped out what felt like the biggest load of my life. Dylan reached around and grabbed my balls, tickling them as I filled him up with my seed. His other hand rubbed his cum into my furry abs, and then he brought his sticky fingers up to my mouth and I tasted him. He looked down at me with wide, trusting eyes, and I knew that the two of us were in it for the long haul. Whatever we'd started, it wasn't going to end anytime soon. <br />
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When we'd both finished bucking and shooting, Dylan collapsed against my chest. Both our bodies were slick with sweat, and his hair was damp. He held me tight for a moment before rolling off of me. I looked at his big, dominant body, and he seemed a little different. For the first time, I felt a kind of equality between us. Maybe that was why he wanted to do this. <br />
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I felt him moving on the bed next to me and I grabbed his arm, âDon't go, ok. Stay here tonight.â<br />
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Dylan twisted his body and pressed his torso against my side. âDon't worry, babe. I'm not going anywhere.â <br />
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More to come guys. Hope you liked this one. Charlie â cosmic709@yahoo.com.C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-60317011965565455242017-08-20T13:43:00.000-07:002017-08-20T13:43:30.187-07:00Teaching My Son A Lesson, Part 8----------------------------------------<br />Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 8<br />C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com<br />cceroticstories.blogspot.com<br />charliessmut.tumblr.com<br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />I was working out when Sam's dad Luis approached me. I'd been admiring him from across the room, looking at him in the mirrors and watching the way his muscles bulged as he moved. Generally, I went for young guys, after about 22 they didn't do much for me anymore, but maybe because Luis shared my kinks, I found him attractive. <br /><br />"What's up man?" I said as he walked up to me in the locker room. <br /><br />"Not much. My son Jose is coming home next week. He's got two weeks off between his training and his deployment." <br /><br />"Sounds like fun." I said. "I can't imagine not having Sean around for that long. Now that he's living with me, I wonder how I made it for all those years when he was with his mom." <br /><br />"Yeah, Ill bet." Luis shot me a knowing grin. I blushed a little and shook my head. I hadn't meant it like that. Our sexual relationship aside, I liked having Sean around. Luis continued, "Listen, Jose had a little bit of a problem in high school, with girls, you know. He'd get his shit together and then he'd meet some chick and toss it all down the drain." <br /><br />"Guys his age only think with their dicks." <br /><br />"Right?" Luis said, "So naturally I'm worried that he'll do the same thing now. Two weeks is long enough to fall in love and fuck up his life again." <br /><br />"He's smart. After Boot Camp, he's not going to be the kid you said good-bye to. You know that." I had seen a Marine Corps tattoo on Luis's shoulder. <br /><br />"Still, I'm worried," he said, "I was thinking that maybe I could provide him some alternative entertainment. Like, maybe Sean could spend some time with him while he's home." <br />
<a name='more'></a><br />"I don't know, man, I've got the same problem with Sean. He's pulling straight As in school now. I don't want him falling in love with some stud and fucking everything up." <br /><br />"I can sweeten the deal" <br /><br />I raised an eyebrow. <br /><br />"I'll give you Sam." Luis leaned in close and whispered in my ear. I could smell his sweat and my dick started to thicken. "You're not the only one fucking his boy. Understand?" <br /><br />A smile broke across my face. "Deal." I said. <br /><br />Two weeks later I sent Sean over to Luis's house. Sam wasn't around, and so far as I knew he still didn't know about our deal. Luis came out, smiled at Sean, and they both walked into the house. Sean had been nervous when I told him about Jose, but I made sure he knew that he was safe and could call if things got weird. This was an opportunity to have some fun with a college aged stud. He should be excited, and maybe he was. <br /><br />Luis walked Sean into the kitchen where Jose stood with a bottle of water. He wore jeans and a white t-shirt. His hair was cut high and tight, jet black against his chocolate covered skin. He couldn't have been more different than Sam. Sam was small and muscled, with a tight waste and a soft face. Jose was boxy, all angles and hardness. His body was muscular, but his frame was big enough that he didn't look like a bodybuilder. He was thick, heavy, and substantial. To Sean, he was drop dead gorgeous. <br /><br />"This is Sean," Luis said, "He's going to keep you busy while you're home." <br /><br />"What do you mean?" Jose asked. <br /><br />"I don't want you out with girls. Last thing I need is a grand-baby to take care of while you're on the other side of the world." <br /><br />Jose looked at his dad quizzically, acting like he had no idea what Luis was talking about. <br /><br />Luis walked over to Jose and gently smacked the side of his head. He laughed, "He's gay you idiot. If you need to get your nut, use him." <br /><br />"He's a guy," Jose said, chewing on another bite of his sandwich. <br /><br />"Close your eyes and you won't notice." Luis said, "Now why don't you take him up to your room and get acquainted."<br /><br />Luis winked at Sean and waited. Jose finished his sandwich, shrugged once, and grabbed Sean's shoulder. As they walked upstairs, Sean picked up on two things. First, Jose had the finest ass he had ever seen. Big bulging mounds of muscle filled in the seat of his jeans. His mouth watered and for a moment he was excited instead of terrified. Second, Jose smelled sexy. He couldn't explain it, but his pheromones or something were doing their work on Sean's brain. <br /><br />These moments of excitement did little to mask his fear. Sean felt like a lamb being lead off to the slaughter. This weirdly silent, thick and heavy, muscled marine was about to do God knew what to him. It didn't help that Jose probably resented the fact that he cut off from women. Sean was worried he would take out some of that aggression on him. <br /><br />They got into the room, and Jose closed the door behind them. He turned to Sean and a big smile broke out on his face. <br /><br />"Look at you. High school jock, boy next door, blond and muscled and lean." Jose stated. "Guess it's my lucky day, cause you're a fucking beautiful man. Just the kind of ass I was hoping to get up into while I'm home." <br /><br />"I uh . . ." Sean said, confused. <br /><br />"Yeah, dad thinks I'm straight cause of what I got up to in high school. But once I got into the Corps, surrounded by all those guys, I figured out that I was misdirecting my energies. Now, instead of chasing pussy, I chase ass. For the last twelve weeks, I've been bending guys over in the barracks whenever I get the chance." <br /><br />"You're gay?" Sean asked. He'd never met a gay man like Jose, a guy who looked and acted just like him. It was weirdly comforting to know that there were jocks who played for his team. <br /><br />Jose moved in close. "Yes," he said. Then he kissed Sean on the mouth. The kiss was tentative at first, almost a peck, but it quickly developed into a deep open mouth make-out session. Sean's dick shot up to full mast and he leaned into Jose's body. Then Jose pulled away<br /><br />"We can talk later if you want, if you're like, struggling with your feelings or whatever, but I'm so hungry for you right now." <br /><br />Jose ran his nose along the line of Sean's jaw. It was both sensual and romantic, but also weirdly possessive. Sean felt like a piece of meet that was being checked out by a wolf. <br /><br />When he stepped away, Jose pawed at the bulge in his jeans and stared at Sean. "Take your shirt off." <br /><br />Sean pulled it off and then Jose's hands were on his chest. He rubbed the flesh of Sean's pecs. They were developed for his age, but didn't have the fullness of an adult man. He pinched on his nipples and Sean tilted back his head and moaned. <br /><br />"Now your pants." <br /><br />Sean opened his jeans and his pants dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them and stood in his underwear. He was wearing a tight pair of American Eagle boxer briefs and his bulge filled out one of the legs. A big dark spot marked the tip. <br /><br />âYou're all ready to go, huh?â Jose reached into Sean's shorts and pulled out his dick. He squeezed the shaft and milked a huge drop of precum out. Scooping it up with his finger, he took his first taste of Sean. <br /><br />"My old man thought he was going to keep me out of trouble by throwing you in my lap, but holy shit man, I'm about to shoot my load just looking at you. Someday, when you walk into a gay bar, the guys are going to tear this ass up. I'm guessing that you mostly like to get pounded." <br /><br />"So far." Sean said. He swallowed a big gob of spit. "I've, uh, never fucked a guy." <br /><br />Jose stepped in again and breathed deeply. His hand moved down Sean's back and into his briefs. He grabbed one cheek of his ass, squeezed hard, and then dug into his ditch and fingered his hole. <br /><br />"Sorry, but you're not going to fuck me either." Jose said softly. "Not today anyway. Now get down on your knees." <br /><br />Sean dropped to the floor and Jose ripped of his shirt. His chest and arms were marked with a few scattered tattoo's and his body was muscular but bulky. He looked like a man who worked hard most of the day and ate a lot to keep up his strength. Sean couldn't believe his luck. <br /><br />Jose unbuttoned his pants and opened up the fly. Then he stepped into Sean and pulled him into his bulge. He rubbed his face up and down over his underwear. When he pulled away, Sean's eyes were wet and glassy. <br /><br />"My dad knows how to pick them, doesn't he? You don't just like dick, you love it, don't you?" Sean blushed "Don't worry, little bro. There's nothing wrong with being a slut for cock. In fact, it's going to make you pretty popular." <br /><br />Jose dropped his pants. He was, almost predictably, wearing a pair of tighty whiteys. They could barely contain his thick dick. It pressed over to the left and bulged out past his hip. This time, he didn't need to pull Sean in. Sean dove on his dick and started to suck and sniff at the tube of flesh through the thin white cotton. <br /><br />"That's right, little bro, show my dick how much you want it." Jose said softly and deeply.<br /><br />Calling him little bro turned Sean's crank more than Jose could have known, and he started to suck at the tip of Jose's dick, trying to suck the flavor of his cock into his mouth. Then Jose pushed him down into his balls. Sean breathed in deeply. <br /><br />"You like that smell, boy?" Sean looked up and nodded. "What's it smell like?" <br /><br />"Man." Sean said softly. He looked up at Jose, his eyes red with lust, âAnd cock.â<br /><br />"That's right, ball sweat and testosterone. Get my boys churning. Let them know that they're going to have a knew home soon." <br /><br />Cradling Sean's head, Jose stepped back toward the bed and Sean followed on his knees. He sat down on the edge of the mattress and leaned back. Sean was about to dive on his cock, but Jose held him back. <br /><br />"Sniff my junk, little bro," he said, "Makes me so hot to know that you're a little piggy. Just get in there and really take it in." <br /><br />Sean was familiar with the smell of cock, but he'd never had this kind of license to give in to his basest urges. He leaned in and smelled the base of Jose's dick and recognized an aroma that he'd come to love. His mouth watered as he moved his face around the Latin stud's balls and then under them. Jose grabbed his hair and pulled him up a little. <br /><br />Jose gazed into his eyes and smiled a little bit. Sean's hair was messed up and his face was red with sweat and body heat. He looked sexy and cute at the same time. Jose wanted to eat him alive. At the same time, Sean stared up at him, his eyes taking in Jose's hard body, tan and covered with nicks and scars. <br /><br />Jose sat up and pulled Sean into him. He pressed their mouths together and as he invaded Sean's mouth with his tongue, his hands roamed over his body. He felt every inch of Sean's hard, muscular body. <br /><br />Finally his hands landed on Sean's bulge. He grabbed the hard lump of flesh through Sean's shorts and squeezed it a few times. Then he reached into the pouch. His hands roamed over Sean's cock, tugging on it for a moment, but then he dug underneath Sean's balls and into his trench. He tapped his asshole. <br /><br />"You like to get fucked?" <br /><br />Sean nodded. He wanted to say something sexy and provocative, but he was new at this and didn't want to embarrass himself. <br /><br />Jose stared at him again, holding his gaze for a solid minute. Then he kissed him one more time. He rose to his feet and planted his crotch in front of Sean's face. The big bulge was wet and see through from the tongue bath Sean had giving it. Slowly, almost lovingly, Jose caressed the back of Sean's neck. Then he dropped his briefs. <br /><br />His cock was about seven inches long and thick. Jose grabbed it by the base, where a nest of dark, straight pubes surrounded the shaft. Holding onto it, he tapped Sean on the forehead with it a few times, gazing down into the younger jock's eyes. Then he slipped it between Sean's lips. <br /><br />Sean devoured Jose's cock, taking it down to the base immediately and then coming up and working the head. Jose leaned back against the bed and gasped for air. <br /><br />"Fuck me," he growled, "This isn't your first time sucking dick." <br /><br />"I've had some practice," Sean said with a smile. Jose's dick was resting against his cheek. <br /><br />"Yeah, I'll bet you have." Jose said with a grin. "If word gets out about you and your skills, your jaw's going to bust from all the cock sucking you'll be doing." <br /><br />Sean bobbed up and down on the guy's dick for a few minutes while Jose stood there like a statue. Occasionally he would rub Sean's head or groan, but Sean didn't get much extra feedback. Then he sucked the stud's big balls into his mouth and Jose slipped backward with a gasp and sat down on the bed again. <br /><br />"That's right, little bro,â he said. "Get those nuts in your mouth." <br /><br />Sean didn't have any problem with that, licking balls was about his second favorite thing. Nothing better than having a dude's nuts in your mouth while your nose was buried in his pubes. Plus, most guys got more aggressive when Sean head was between their thighs. There was something almost inherently dominant about tea-bagging a dude, and it brought out the hard edge in almost every guy Sean had been with.<br /><br />"Look up at me. I want to see you with my nuts in your mouth." <br /><br />Sean looked up at Jose, whose big dick bounced above his face. He pulled both nuts into his mouth and sucked hard, drawing them away from Jose's body. <br /><br />"I fucking love blond boys, and you've got that perfect, stud-next-door thing going for you. So clean and wholesome.â Jose said, âIf only all your neighbors could see you with my nut all over your face. They wouldn't think you're so wholesome then." <br /><br />Sean buried himself more deeply between Jose's legs and Jose lifted his thighs. <br /><br />"Dig into that Latino ass, little bro. Get in there deep." Sean did his best and lapped at Jose's hole, "Nah man, work your tongue in there. Really eat me out." <br /><br />Jose's hand wrapped around Sean's skull and pulled him into his ass. Then Jose closed his legs around Sean's body, holding him tight between his muscular quads, giving him literally no room to move. Sean started to really go after Jose's ass, tonguing him and then bringing his fingers into play. Jose bucked against him, pressing his hairy ass against Sean's face. <br /><br />When Jose pulled away, he quickly bent down and kissed Sean. "Fuck me, little bro, you like eating out my hairy asshole?" <br /><br />"Yes." Sean hissed. <br /><br />"You want more? You want me to smother you between my cheeks?" <br /><br />Sean nodded and, knowing what was coming, lay down on his back on the bed. Instead of sitting on him, Jose reached between his legs and teased Sean's asshole. <br /><br />"You realize what's coming next, right?" <br /><br />"You're going to fuck me." Sean said. <br /><br />"How do you feel about that?" <br /><br />"I can't wait." <br /><br />Jose laughed and then he planted his ass on Sean's face. He came down on him with his full weight. His balls rested on Sean's chin and his dick bounced against his chest. He ground his cheeks into Sean, and then Sean started to eat him out. <br /><br />Sean was surprised when he felt Jose's hand on his dick. He hadn't expected him to play back. But the Latino stud jerked him off, lubing up his cock with precum and spit and then slowly milking him. Sean groaned against the skin of Jose's ass cheeks as pleasure moved through his body. <br /><br />Then Jose leaned forward. His balls dropped into Sean's mouth as he bent over and sucked Sean's cock into his mouth. <br /><br />Sean gasped and for a moment he forgot about the stud he was servicing. Jose was a good cocksucker, maybe even an expert. Sean had never experienced anything like it. He made love to his dick with his mouth, sucking and licking and using his hands too. Sean bucked up against him, experiencing for the first time the animal urge to just fuck a mouth. He was worried that Jose would get upset, but the stud was into it. When he finished with Sean's dick, he went on to lick and taste every other part of his junk. <br /><br />When he was done, Jose sat back up and flipped around. Now his cock was hanging over Sean's face and he stared down at him. <br /><br />"I don't usually get to hook up with guys like you. The dudes in the marines are all thugs, big blocky beasts, like me." He smiled. "But you, you're all lean and muscular." He ran his hand over the side of Sean's body and up his arm, âAnd you're so smooth." <br /><br />For a moment, they stared at each other, taking in the sight of each man's beauty before they utterly devoured one another. Jose broke the silence, "Tell me what you want." <br /><br />"I want you inside me." Sean said "Fill me up with your big dick." <br /><br />Jose reached behind him and dug between Sean's legs. He dug in until he found his tight rosebud. He pressed a finger against it, teasing Sean as his cock dripped onto his chest. <br /><br />"You want my dick in there, little bro?" <br /><br />"Fuck yes. Fuck me." <br /><br />"Feels tight. How many guys have owned this hole?" <br /><br />"A few," Sean said, "But, uh, like a lot of times." <br /><br />"You telling me you're a slut?" <br /><br />"Uh, yeah, I'm a total slut. And now I want your dick." Sean stuck out his tongue and licked the base of Jose's sack. "Like, now." <br /><br />Jose jumped off of him and climbed down between his legs. He lifted Sean's ass up a foot off the bed and bent him over double. Sean's ass cheeks opened up and Jose stared at the hole he was getting ready to destroy. He bent over and took a long lick, running his tongue from the top of Sean's crack all the way to the base of his dick. He gave him a few more licks before pouring some lube onto Sean's asshole and pushing it in. Then he let him drop back down. <br /><br />"Hear you go, little bro,â Jose said as he pushed his dick into Sean's body. <br /><br />As his cock worked it's way into Sean's body, Jose took control of the rest of Sean. His big arms, muscled and tan, wrapped around his torso and pulled their bodies together. He pinned Sean's legs back, and then dug his knees into the mattress for leverage. When he started to fuck his way back and forth, his dick was completely buried in Sean's body. His strokes were long and slow, pulling and pushing at Sean's hole as he stared into his eyes. <br /><br />The room was hot and sweat dripped from Jose's brow. It fell onto Sean's face and he stuck out his tongue. Jose saw him and growled a little before moving in for a kiss. As he did, he continued to dominate Sean with his body, moving him into any position he wanted, wrapping his arms around him, and never missing a beat with his non-stop fucking. <br /><br />He picked up the pace and moved quickly, jack-hammering Sean's ass, lifting his butt further off the mattress, grabbing onto his hips, and slamming into him. He continued to pound Sean, faster and faster, until Sean's grunts turned into whines. Just in time, just when he was starting to feel some resistance in Sean's body, he stopped and pulled out. <br /><br />Sean groaned and his asshole felt like a cave. They had been fucking for five minutes and the feeling of that long dick working his prostate was too awesome to give up now. <br /><br />"C'mon man," Sean whined, "I was almost there." <br /><br />"Seriously?" Jose said as he wiped the sweat off his brow, "Cause I've got a lot more to give. Fucking ride me, bro." <br /><br />Jose laid back on the bed and leaned against the headboard. His dick fell flat on his stomach with a thud. Sean grabbed it, and slid back down onto it, moaning like a whore as he filled himself back up. <br /><br />Jose reached up and ran his hands over Sean's body. "You're such a stud. Young and lean and blond." He groaned, "I could look at you all day. Fucking get me off, dude. Ride my dick until I explode." <br /><br />Sean started to bounce up and down on Jose's long cock. Jose would pull him in every so often and their sweaty chests would make contact. As they kissed, Sean licked up the sweat from the side of Jose's face and took in the aroma of the masculine, Latin roughneck that was going to give him his seed. He wanted it inside of him, to make it a part of him. He used all of his ass muscles and all of his skills to milk it out of Jose's balls. <br /><br />Soon Jose sat up. He slipped his hand behind Sean's back and began to shove his hips forward, fucking Sean's ass as he sat in his lap. Sean leaned back, secure in Jose's arms, and drove his ass downward. <br /><br />Something had changed. The angle was different, and the ridges of Jose's cock were slamming into his prostate. His cock started to do it's dance and he wasn't able to stop it. He leaned forward, dragged his teeth across Jose's shoulder, and started to cum. <br /><br />As he moaned, Jose grabbed his dick and played with it. Rubbing the cum into his cock and jerking him off with it. Sean's cum bubbled out and coated Jose's hand. When the thick rod had finally stopped pulsing, Jose brought it up to his mouth and sucked up Sean's load. Then he kissed him full on the mouth and pushed it all in. Sean kept riding his hard dick as they swapped the load of baby batter between their mouths. <br /><br />"Fuck, baby," Jose groaned. <br /><br />He pushed Sean onto his back and then grabbed onto his legs and started to slam into his ass maniacally. He was going full bore, panting and moaning and dragging his tongue across Sean's chest and face. Sean held onto his own thighs, pulling his ass up and giving Jose access. His own cock was still hard and bobbing between them. <br /><br />"How do you want it babe?" Jose asked. "You want it in your guts or in your mouth?" <br /><br />Sean thought for a moment, "Feed it to me, big bro." <br /><br />Jose pulled out and crawled over Sean's body. He dropped his sweaty balls into Sean's face and started to jack his cock. Sean ran his hands up over Jose's muscular back, feeling the ropes of flesh contract and relax. Then Jose lifted off of him and shoved the head of his dick into Sean's mouth. Sean locked down on it and let it rest on his tongue, rubbing Jose's balls and ass with his hands. <br /><br />Jose exploded with a loud yell. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fucking eat it, bro. Gobble up my nut." <br /><br />Sean's mouth was suddenly full of cum, and he drank it down as fast as it came. Jose's cock was like a firehouse, blasting thick shots of cum into his mouth. Each time he swallowed, Jose complemented him and when he was finished, Jose's fingers were in his mouth, pushing his lips apart so that he could see if Sean had actually swallowed every drop. After he finished getting all the cum out of the corners of his mouth, Sean sucked on Jose's fingers and then licking his palm. Jose stared at him wide eyed. <br /><br />"Holy fuck, bro." He said as he wiped the sweat off his brow, "The old man thought he was punishing me, but you're like a gift from heaven." <br /><br />He dropped backward onto the bed, completely spent. His whole body was shining with a light coating of sweat. Sean bent down and reached for his clothes, accustomed to sexual situations that required him to leave almost as soon as they were finished. <br /><br />"Where are you going, babe?" Jose asked. He stretched out his body, filling up the whole bed, then moved to one side. "Come here and just let me hold you for a little while." <br /><br />Sean dropped his shirt and crawled onto the bed. He leaned into Jose's body, and for the next hour, the two guys just sat there, talking, playing with each other, and laughing. By the time he left, Sean was already dreaming of their next meeting.<br /><br />---------------<br />Hope you guys like it â Charlie <br />cosmic709@yahoo.com<br /><br />C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-67098054741126786902017-08-15T15:57:00.000-07:002017-08-15T15:57:01.156-07:00Big Bro's Girlfriend, Summer Fun, Part 4----------------------------------------<br />Big Brother's Girlfriend â Summer Fun, Part 4<br />C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com<br />cceroticstories.blogspot.com<br />charliessmut.tumblr.com<br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />Note: In picking up this story again, I didn't aim for complete continuity with the earlier storyline. I apologize if some of the details are off, but its been five years since I first started this one. If you want to get a sense of the basic thrust of the story, check out the first chapter. That should bring you up to speed (and you'll probably get off too). --Charlie<br /><br />The next morning Jase and Mitch were finally alone again. Mitch crawled under the covers and woke Jase up by slowly nursing on his cock. The first blowjob of the day was always Mitch's favorite. He loved the warmth and smell of a bed that's been slept in, and Jase was a little gentler in the morning. It gave Mitch lots of time to savor every aspect of his sex and masculinity. <br /><br />After he came Jase went into the kitchen to make a late breakfast. Cooking breakfast was one of the few domestic duties that Jase enjoyed. When he did it for Mitch, he usually wore an apron turned down at the waist and nothing else. For a moment, when Jase was cooking, Mitch was able to let himself buy into the fantasy that he and Jase were actually together. He studied his brother and imagined him cooking for his girlfriend. He felt a pang of jealousy but then put the image out of his mind. <br /><br />Jase brought the food to the table and put it in front of Mitch. As Jase walked behind him, he grazed his hand across Mitch's shoulder and briefly grabbed his neck. <br /><br />"Eat up. This is our last day together and you're going to need your energy." <br /><br />"Any plans?" Mitch asked. <br /><br />"We haven't worked out in a while. Thought we could go to the gym." Jase said, "You game?" <br />
<a name='more'></a><br />Mitch knew what game Jase was playing. He would take his little brother into some kind of public place and then treat him like a slut in front of everyone else. He'd enjoyed embarrassing Mitch since they were kids, and still enjoyed it. Every time this happened, Mitch both dreaded it and was excited. He had to admit that he got a thrill from taking these kinds of risks. <br /><br />"I'm game." <br /><br />"Good. Finish up then." Jase said. They ate in silence for about five minutes. Mitch got up and started to clear the plates. Jase pointed to a half full glass of orange juice. "Gotta drink that juice too babe. Get some sugar into those muscles." <br /><br />Mitch picked up the glass, slammed it, and rolled his eyes at Jase. Jase smiled from ear to ear. <br /><br />"What?" Mitch asked. <br /><br />"Nothing. I just . . ." Jase paused, trying to decide if he should tell Mitch now or later, "I might have accidentally, accidentally babe, I promise, put some boner pills in your juice. Cause, it's our last day together and I don't want you to have performance issues." <br /><br />"That was very thoughtful of you." Mitch said sarcastically. "Seriously Jase, am I going to have to tape my dick down or something?â <br /><br />"You're not going to have a hard time getting hard. But just think how hungry you're going to be for my dick." <br /><br />Mitch walked over to Jase and dropped to his knees. "I'm always hungry for you Jase." He pushed his face into Jase's boxers and found his dick with his mouth. He sucked on the head for a second through the fabric and then reached up into the leg to pull it out. Jase pushed his hand away. <br /><br />"Later, ok? Let's get dressed. Wear something sexy for me." <br /><br />Mitch dug through his stuff, knowing that what Jase considered sexy was not what most gay guys would find attractive. He doubled up on underwear to try to keep his dick from showing. Then he slipped on some shorts that really hugged his ass. When he bent over, you could see the top of his thong. He went with a long sleeved shirt, knowing that Jase would find his bulky biceps distracting. <br /><br />When he finished, he walked into Jase's bedroom. Jase stood in front of him wearing a tank top that showed off his long muscular frame and hairy chest. His shorts were, well, short. <br /><br />"You sure those are regulation length?" Mitch asked. <br /><br />Jase grinned, "They're running shorts, dude. Guys wear them all the time. Plus they show off my quads." <br /><br />Jase dropped into a squat to show Mitch and the head of his dick popped out of the leg of the shorts. He smiled as he tucked it back in. <br /><br />Mitch looked at him and already felt his dick responding, "I see you decided not to wear underwear." <br /><br />"Bunches up too much. I've got soccer thighs." Jase walked behind Mitch and leaned into him. His mouth connected with Mitch's neck just as his hand connected with his ass. "You look hot, girl." Jase said as he dug his fingers into Mitch's trench and found his hole. "Really hot." <br /><br />They went downstairs and piled into Jase's truck. As soon as Jase sat down his shorts rode up and his balls slipped out. Jase looked down. "Fuck, maybe these are too short." He winked at Mitch. Mitch reached over and palmed the big orbs. Well proportioned to Jase's giant cock, he had big bull balls that were heavy and hot in Mitch's hand. Jase kept them shaved, mostly because he loved having them sucked on so much. Mitch took his hand away and smelled his fingers, savoring his brother's unique scent. <br /><br />As Jase drove, Mitch stared at him for a second. Jase knew, like only a brother would, exactly what would turn Mitch on. The gym was a masculine place, full of sweat and testosterone, and it could only make Jase hotter in Mitch's eyes. The sex that they had afterward would be fantastic. <br /><br />Jase lifted his arm and pulled Mitch across the bench seat. As he drove, he slipped a finger into Mitch's shorts and toyed with his hole. <br /><br />"You wet for me yet, girl. Am I putting you in the mood?" <br /><br />"Fuck," Mitch groaned as Jase pushed into his body. "Are you sure we should do this? What if we get caught?" <br /><br />"Ill talk my way out of it." Jase said. "People don't like saying no to me." <br /><br />Mitch pulled away and sat back in his seat. "Seriously, though, Jase. I'm going to cum in my pants if you don't lay off a little. I'm always on the edge around you and you've got my cock on steroids." <br /><br />Jase reached behind Mitch again and pulled him close. Then he grabbed onto the lump of cock between Mitch's legs and started to squeeze and work it. Mitch grabbed Jase's wrist and tried to pull him away. <br /><br />"C'mon, Jase. No." <br /><br />Jase mashed his dick for another minute and then Mitch was shooting his first load of the day into his shorts. He bucked wildly in the seat as traffic zoomed past. When he was done, there was a big wet spot on the front of his gray shorts. <br /><br />"Now you'll be able to control yourself, babe." Jase said as he pulled his hand away. <br /><br />Mitch dug around the cab of the truck looking for some napkins to clean himself up. He pulled his shorts down to wipe away the load but Jase growled, "Girl . . ." underneath his breath, and Mitch scooped up the cum with his fingers and ate it. Then he wiped up the rest. Jase reached over and squeezed his neck. <br /><br />Mitch looked at him, "You're lucky you're good looking cause no one would be your friend otherwise." <br /><br />"I know." Jase said. <br /><br />By the time they got to the gym, Mitch's shorts had started to dry out, but he still felt like he could smell cum whenever he moved. They paid Mitch's guest fee and headed to the cardio equipment to warm up. Jase pointed to a stationary bike and said, "You there." Then he took the treadmill directly in front of him. For ten minutes Mitch stared at Jase's bulky, firm ass as he jogged on the treadmill. Sweat poured down his back, dampening the fabric, and eventually darkening the area between his ass cheeks. Mitch tried to distract himself but, even still, his dick never got softer than half hard, and if he let his thoughts wander, he suddenly had a big problem to deal with. <br /><br />"Enjoy the view?" Jase said when they were done. He reached around Mitch and roughed him up a little. To anyone else it would have seemed brotherly, but Jase moved Mitch's head into the spots he knew Mitch loved, his chest and pits. When he released him, Mitch was wide-eyed. <br /><br />They walked through the gym, and Mitch eyed the bench press, which is usually where he started. Jase caught his gaze and said, "Later, girl. My nuts are going to be hanging in your face on that one, and we'll probably have to leave right after." Jase glanced around and then quickly grabbed Mitch's hand and pushed it into his crotch, "You feel that heat, baby? You thought they were sweaty on the way over, you should taste them now. When we get home, I'm going to put on a ball game and you can take all the time you want cleaning my nuts up." <br /><br />Mitch groaned as his cock hardened. He finally decided just to let it happen. If guys noticed the rod across his thigh, who cares? It's not like Mitch would see any of them again. <br /><br />When they started lifting, Mitch realized that things were ok as long as he didn't look between Jase's legs. If he did, however, he was almost always treated to a little bit of dick poking through, or at least some of Jase's dark pubes. Sometimes, if Jase sat down just right, his balls would spread out on the vinyl. In those moments, Mitch couldn't help but stare. The scene was so obscene, so risky, that it turned him on and got his cock throbbing. He knew that Jase had an exhibitionist streak, but this was taking it farther than he usually did. <br /><br />Jase sat down on one machine and the whole of his cock hung down toward the floor. Almost four inches of soft, uncut stud dick that was thicker than most guys are when they're hard. Jase tucked it back in and smiled. <br /><br />"I think you might have been right about these shorts." He said. <br /><br />Mitch could barely handle himself anymore, "Jase, I'm starting to feel a little spent, maybe we should take off." <br /><br />"C'mon, you tired of watching your man working out? Fine, how about you do some squats for me. You know how much I love that fat ass of yours." <br /><br />They walked to the squat racks in the back of the gym and Mitch threw some weight on the bar. Jase sat behind him, about five feet away. Mitch thrust out his ass and banged out a set of five. Each time, he made sure to bring his hips forward to really pummel his glutes and get a nice pump. He added weight to the bar and did it again. After five minutes, he had a nice pump and the fabric of his shorts was pulling tight across his ass. He turned around to look at Jase for the first time. <br /><br />"Fuck me, babe." Jase said. His hard cock was hanging out of the leg of his shorts, the foreskin pulled back with a stream of precum dripping onto the floor. Jase wiped some of the prefuck up with a finger and walked over to Mitch. As he did, his dick bounced in front of him. He shoved the finger into Mitch's mouth then whispered to him, "One more set and we'll take off. Sound good?" <br /><br />Mitch moaned something that sounded like yes. <br /><br />Jase slipped his dick back into his shorts, but the running shorts barely came down to mid-thigh and the head of his dick still stuck out. The thick skin, slick with prefuck and sweat, was curled up around the tip, and only a small circle of the dark red head peeked through. Mitch steadied himself in the squat rack and dropped down as low as he could go, thinking he would give Jase one final glance at his muscular ass. <br /><br />Jase walked around Mitch and stood in front of him. He looked in both directions and then pulled Mitch into his sweaty crotch. Mitch stumbled as he lost balance and then pressed his nose into Jase's groin. He looked up at his older brother and stared into his eyes. <br /><br />Jase lifted his shirt, showing off his hard, hairy stomach, but knowing that there was no way for Mitch to touch it without racking the weights. Below, Mitch's own hard cock popped out of his shorts and hung between his legs. <br /><br />When Mitch stood back up, he racked the weight and tucked his cock into his thong. "We gotta go, Jase." He said. <br /><br />Jase rubbed the back of his neck. "Maybe I want to keep working out."<br /><br />"You shouldn't have juiced me up if you wanted to work out like this. My dick is massively hard and all I want to do is get fucked. I need to get out of here. Like now." <br /><br />"Fine." Jase sighed, though he was smiling, âLet's go change.â<br /><br />They walked into the locker room and Jase stripped off his clothes. He stood in front of Mitch, casually goofing with his phone so that no one would suspect anything. <br /><br />Mitch took in Jase's rugged masculine beauty. Fresh from working out, his skin was bright and shiny, his arms bulging with veins and sinewy muscle, his cock soft but full and thick, hanging in front of his big balls and hairy crotch. He looked scruffy, but in an undeniably sexy way. More than a few guys checked him out, both to compare his muscles to theirs and then, after they saw it, to see if his dick was actually as big as it looked. <br /><br />Jase picked up his gym shorts and quickly wiped the sweat from his pits and his junk. Then he tossed them to Mitch. "Face the wall, girl, then take out your cock. I want you to shoot your load, right here in front of everyone. Start playing with yourself, baby. Make your man happy." <br /><br />Mitch did as he was told. He had long ago lost the ability to be rational with Jase. He pulled on his cock, figuring he was about a minute away from as orgasm anyway. <br /><br />"Sniff my shorts, babe. Be my dirty girl."<br /><br />Mitch blushed and looked around, then he did it. He took in the sexy, ripe smell of Jase's body, while Jase kept talking in a low, deep voice. <br /><br />"When we get home, babe, I'm going to let you lick the sweat off of every inch of my body. You ready for that? You ready to be your big bro's dirty girl? You ready to make your stud brother feel good, to worship him like you know he needs to be worshiped?" <br /><br />Mitch whimpered and kept tugging on his meat. <br /><br />"I'm going to put my legs up, and you can lick my hairy, sweaty asshole for as long as you can handle it, girl. Then you can suck on my nuts. You're such a slut I'm sure you can get them both into that hungry mouth of yours." Mitch continued to yank on his meat, oblivious now to who was watching, "You're going to lick the sweat out of my pubes, from the base of my cock, from the inside of my hood, and then you're going to take all of my stud meat into your mouth. All the way to the base. You think you'll be able to handle it, girl?â Mitch nodded. He had Jase's shorts against his face and was breathing heavily. "If you do a good job, girl, I'm going to stare you in the eyes and fuck you like you've never been fucked before. We'll make hot sweet love, that you can spend the next year thinking about whenever you jack off." <br /><br />Mitch started bucking his hips and slipped off of the bench onto his knees. He shot his load onto the concrete in front of the locker. One guy looked in his direction, but quickly looked away. Jase had turned toward his locker, as if nothing was going on. When Mitch was through, Jase grabbed his brother by the shoulder and pulled him to his feet. <br /><br />"I think it's time to head home, girl." Mitch just bobbed his head, unable to form a coherent thought. <br /><br />They drove home in silence. It was rare for Mitch to do something that made him question Jase's power over him, but jacking off in public was up there. Jase rubbed his bulge occasionally as he drove, mostly to draw Mitch's attention to his cock. Mitch still had a hard on, but was trying not to touch himself. <br /><br />Mitch lead the way into Jase's building. Jase walked behind him and grabbed at his ass every chance he got. In the hallway, he pinned Mitch against the wall and dug into his ass crack, seeking out his hole, and shoving his finger into it. He didn't say a word as he dragged his teeth across the back of Mitch's neck. When he got to his shoulder, he bit down hard and shoved another finger inside. He growled once and then let Mitch go. <br /><br />Inside the apartment, Jase again assaulted Mitch's ass. This time pulling open the cheeks, licking at Mitch's hole, and telling him that he was going to tear it up. "This pussy, girl, it's got some work to do this afternoon. You ready for it." <br /><br />âFuck yes" Mitch said. <br /><br />Jase took one last lick. "Maybe I'll finally put a baby in this belly. Been trying for years, but maybe if I get deep enough, I'll knock you up this time." <br /><br />Jase walked into the kitchen to get water. As he left, Mitch felt all of his heat disappear and only the moist smell of his body remained. He took it in, then dropped down to his knees in front of the couch. He knew what was coming next. <br /><br />As Jase returned, he pulled off his tee and stepped out of his shorts. His heavy cock swung between his legs as he walked toward Mitch. He sat down in front of him and lifted up both legs. His huge balls, ripe with gym sweat, spread out on the fabric. Jase lifted his hips, and his hairy asshole came into view. The hair was wet and stuck to Jase's skin. Mitch swallowed the drool that had built up in his mouth. <br /><br />Mitch lunged forward but Jase put a hand on his head and held him back. "What do you want, girl?" <br /><br />"Right now? Your ass." Mitch said as he licked his lips. <br /><br />"And then?" <br /><br />"Your cock, Jase. I need your cock. I just need to feel you on top of me again." <br /><br />"You never get enough do you." <br /><br />Mitch looked him in the eyes and paused for a moment. "I'll never get enough, Jase. I promise." <br /><br />Jase bent forward and kissed Mitch on the forehead. "I know that, baby, and I promise that I'll never get enough of you. I promise." <br /><br />Jase removed his hands and slipped forward on the seat, pushing his ass within inches of Mitch's face. "Start at the bottom girl. I'll let you know when it's time to move up." <br /><br />Jase leaned back and turned on the TV. Just as he did, Mitch began to lick at his ass crack. The way Mitch sucked on his hole and started to tongue it caught him off guard and he groaned loudly. "Wow, you're really hungry today, aren't you babe?" <br /><br />Mitch nodded and mumbled as he drove his tongue into Jase's asshole. He moved away and licked at his cheeks, running his tongue over the hairy ass and then moved back to Jase's tight rosebud. Jase reached down and rubbed the back of his head. Then he pulled him away and looked down at him. <br /><br />"I think you should jerk yourself off, girl. We're going to be a while and you're a little pent up." <br /><br />"I'm ok." <br /><br />Jase pulled him away again and stared at him. "Jerk yourself off." <br /><br />Mitch nodded and pulled his dick out. He'd been hard for an hour and he didn't have a hard time getting going. Jase grabbed him again and pulled his face up into his balls. "Put my nuts in your mouth, baby brother. Both of them." Mitch struggled to get the giant orbs into his mouth, and Jase helped by pulling his cheeks open and shoving his nuts in one at a time. When he finally succeeded, he pushed his hard dick down over his brothers face. "I love you, girl, but you look like a total slut right now. Choking on my nuts with my big dick dripping on your face. You like that don't you? My sweaty nuts, hair getting stuck in your teeth, cock slime all over your face. Such a whore for this cock. It gets me hot to see you like this." <br /><br />Mitch started huffing and puffing around his balls and then his eyes connected with Jase's and he shot his load onto the hardwood floor. Jase held the side of his head while Mitch shook and shot. When Mitch settled down, he let Jase's balls pop out of his mouth. Jase looked at the floor, noticed that Mitch was still rock hard, and told him to lick up his cum. <br /><br />"Wouldn't want anyone to show up and see your load on the floor. They might think I'm fooling around on the side." Mitch licked up every drop of his load and swallowed it down. "Good girl, get back on my asshole, alright." <br /><br />Jase let Mitch work over his asshole for the next half hour or so. He occasionally talked to him, but he knew that Mitch liked it when he ignored him. The guy's mind seemed to turn toward abuse, especially when Jase was involved. Occasionally, he would pull Mitch upward and let his brother lick his precum off his shaft, but otherwise, he let Mitch do his job. As he worked over the hole, Mitch felt all the tension leave Jase's body. When he looked up at his brother, Jase looked like he was barely awake. <br /><br />Jase saw him looking and smiled, "Climb up on top of me, girl. I want to make out." <br /><br />Mitch climbed onto Jase's lap and his big cock rested in his crack. Then Mitch leaned forward and ran his tongue up Jase's chest and through his hair. When their mouths connected, Jase lunged forward, taking control of the kissing just like he always did. In a flash, he flipped over and was on top of Mitch on the couch. His whole body rested on Mitch's and Mitch wrapped his thick legs around Jase's ass, trying desperately to make contact with his cock. Jase slipped a hand behind his head and held him captive while his tongue invaded his mouth. <br /><br />Mitch gave in completely. He tasted Jase, smelled Jase, felt his heat against his skin, and ran his fingers over his hard back and ass. When he couldn't take it anymore, he reached between their bodies and found Jase's cock. He yanked on it a few times and listened for Jase's groans of permission. Then he wiggled around until he got it pointed at his ass. <br /><br />Jase plunged forward and Mitch gasped from the sudden entry. Jase smiled and then spit in his mouth. He whispered in Mitch's ear, "You might be my girl, but you take my dick like a man, bro. Every inch, every fucking time." <br /><br />Jase leaned in and kissed Mitch, then he lifted his ass and tried in vain to get all of his dick buried inside his little brother. âI think I'm gonna have to flip you over babe, I want to go deep." <br /><br />They grabbed a blanket off the couch and threw it on the floor. Then Mitch got on his hands and knees. He did his best to make his ass look enticing, and it worked. Instead of shoving back in, Jase started to play and toy with his hole. <br /><br />"You're fucking gaping, baby. It's like this pussy needs my dick in it. It doesn't know what to do without me inside of you. You want my cock, girl?â <br /><br />"Fuck yes," Mitch groaned. <br /><br />Jase climbed on top of Mitch and plunged back in. The head of his cock and then all of the shaft moved past Mitch's prostrate. Mitch couldn't help it and his cock started to spasm again. He shot a load onto Jase's blanket and turned around hoping that Jase would kiss him. Instead Jase hooked his mouth with a finger and said, "You are one horny slut." <br /><br />Jase long-dicked Mitch, pulling all the way out and then slamming back in. He was an expert at it, never missing Mitch's hole and always driving forward until his balls slammed into Mitch's. As he picked up the pace, the room was filled with the sounds of their bodies crashing into each other and Mitch's moans and grunts. When Jase pulled out and paused, Mitch turned around. He took Jase's balls into his mouth again and worshiped the giant goose eggs. He wanted that cum. Wanted it inside of him, and he stared up at Jase while he tongued his nuts, begging for his load with his eyes. Jase brought his leg up between Mitch's legs and Mitch started to hump him, running the head of his dick through the thick hair on Jase's shins. <br /><br />As Jase sat on the floor, Mitch climbed onto him and started to ride his dick. At first he only took the top few inches into his body, but Jase lifted his hips and slammed his way home. Jase gave Mitch a minute or two to enjoy himself and then he wrapped his arms around Mitch and tossed him backward onto the floor. <br /><br />"Sorry, girl, but that doesn't do shit for me. Flip over." <br /><br />Mitch rolled onto his stomach and Jase was back on top of him in a moment. He slammed back into his body and then wrapped his arms around him. For the next few minutes, he jack-hammered into Mitch's body, destroying his hole with quick, angry jabs. He moved Mitch wherever he needed him, taking over his body and using it for his pleasure. Mitch just took it, mouth open, with his face against the blanket. <br /><br />"Here they come, baby. Gonna send my boys home. You want my stud cum inside you? You want me to breed this fine pussy of yours?" <br /><br />"Fuck yes, Jase. Give it to me." <br /><br />Jase pulled Mitch's head to the side and stared into his eyes. âHere. They. Cum" Jase grunted and then he unloaded inside of Mitch's ass. <br /><br />Mitch felt the flood of hot cum inside of him. Jase came buckets and when he started to fuck Mitch again, the cum squeezed out of his ass and ran down his balls. He waited as Jase plunged into him, breathing hard and dripping sweat onto his back. Then Jase collapsed onto him, all 220 pounds of man squeezing him into the floor. Jase's dick stayed hard, deep inside of Mitch's body, and his breathing slowed. <br /><br />They stayed that way for a few minutes before Jase got up and flipped Mitch over. He pressed his body back down on him and kissed him quickly. Mitch reached between their bodies and pulled on his dick. <br /><br />"You need to get off babe?" <br /><br />"I think I came like twice while you were fucking me." <br /><br />"That was amazing. I'm going to think of you every time I use this blanket." <br /><br />"I don't want to leave." Mitch said. He ran his hands over Jase's body and rubbed his nose against his neck. <br /><br />"We both know this works best when it's temporary. It's the only way it can fit into our lives." Jase paused. "I think it's time to get up and be brothers again." <br /><br />"You sure you don't want to go one more round?" <br /><br />"I think I'm spent little bro." Jase got up. His cock was still hard and bounced in front of him. He reached down for Mitch. "How about we shower together? Then we'll get you back on the road." <br /><br />"Sure thing." Mitch said, glad that he'd get one more attempt to run his hands over Jase's body. <br /><br />The two of them bounded off for the shower, forgetting for just a minute that they were going to be apart again. <br /><br />----------------------------<br />Alright, guys. That's the end for now. I'm going to go back to my other stuff now. Hope you enjoyed this little run. Charlie709@yahoo.com<br />C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-22021452547007733932017-08-05T08:43:00.002-07:002017-08-05T08:43:59.609-07:00Big Bro's Girlfriend, Summer Fun, Part 3----------------------------------------<br />Big Brother's Girlfriend â Summer Fun, Part 3<br />C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com<br />cceroticstories.blogspot.com<br />charliessmut.tumblr.com<br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />Note: In picking up this story again, I didn't aim for complete continuity with the earlier storyline. I apologize if some of the details are off, but its been five years since I first started this one. If you want to get a sense of the basic thrust of the story, check out the first chapter. That should bring you up to speed (and you'll probably get off too). --Charlie<br /><br />On Sunday, Tommy, the younger brother of Jase's girlfriend showed up at the apartment to drop off a few boxes of his sister's things. He asked if he could crash with him before he drove home the next morning, and Mitch was disappointed. He didn't get enough time with Jase and now that Jase had a serious girlfriend, he would probably get less. He was preparing himself for the eventual possibility that he would rarely, if ever, feel Jase inside him again. <br /><br />Tommy was a senior in high-school and looked about seventeen going on twenty five. He still had red cheeks, smooth skin, and his muscles hadn't quite filled out his frame. He played baseball and had a solid, lean body. His brown hair was a few inches long and he combed it off to the side. In his school, he was the hottest guy around and he knew it. Sitting in the apartment with Mitch and Jase, he was both in awe of the older guys and excited to be included. That night, Jase let him have a beer, which made him Tommy's best friend ever. <br /><br />For once in his life, Jase kept his hands off Mitch. He wasn't taking any risks while the little brother was around. When they were in the kitchen, Jase grabbed his ass. <br />
<a name='more'></a><br />"Girl, I can't wait to give you the dicking down of the decade. Seeing you fuck Casey yesterday, babe, I was so proud of you." Mitch leaned against Jase and they hugged a little. Jase grabbed his ass, "But I'll be honest, it makes me feel like I've got to put you back in your place, remind you that whatever you do with other guys, your cunt is what gets me off." <br /><br />Mitch pushed his ass into Jase's hand. "When this guy leaves, I want you to wrap your arm around me and fuck me until I leave. I want to be so full of your cum that I'll be scrubbing your smell off of me for weeks. No more interruptions." <br /><br />Jase growled long and low. It was one of his signature sounds. Mitch turned and ground his hard cock into Jase's thigh. Then he slid down his brother's body and buried himself in his junk, chewing on the fabric covered cock and sniffing his brother's musk. <br /><br />"I live for this dick, you know that right?" <br /><br />"Yeah, I've picked up on it." Jase said with a smile. He lifted Mitch back to his knees. "If you promise to be quiet, maybe I'll eat out your pussy tonight. Keep you on edge until the real show starts." <br /><br />"Maybe we should go tell him that we're going to bed now." Mitch said. <br /><br />They didn't, though. They went back into the living room and goofed around. Tommy was buzzed after one beer and when he bounded off to the extra room after a night of talking about sports and working out, he was the happiest he'd probably ever been. <br /><br />True to his word, Mitch followed Jase into his bedroom and they spent about an hour fooling around in silence. It reminded Mitch of the times they fucked in their shared bedroom at home. They were always wary about the sound of bed springs rhythmically squeaking or headboards bashing the wall. When they were done, Mitch went to the living-room to sleep on the couch. After an hour, he realized it was impossible for him to fall asleep on the couch when he knew that Jase was in the bedroom. Eventually he crawled into bed with his brother. <br /><br />The next morning, Tommy woke up and wondered down the hall into the kitchen to get some water. As he walked by Jase's bedroom, he noticed that Mitch was in bed with Jase. It seemed fairly innocent for brothers to sleep with each other, but the way that Mitch was nestled against Jase's side seemed sexual even to him. Jase was big and masculine, which made Mitch look small up against him. He gazed at the guys for a few minutes and was surprised to find his cock hardening. At seventeen, almost any glimpse of naked flesh got him stirring, and he was glad that it was early enough that he would have time to jerk off before the guys woke up. <br /><br />Jase had noticed Tommy standing there, even noticed the way he softly touched his groin as he stared at them. Figuring that he might need to do some damage control, he got out of bed and made for the kitchen. He was halfway down the hall when he realized that he was naked, but decided to go with it. <br /><br />"Morning," Jase said as he walked into the kitchen, "I'll make coffee if you want some." <br /><br />Tommy turned around and Jase immediately saw the shock on his face. "Sorry," Jase said, "I sleep naked. I guess I forgot." <br /><br />"Right, yeah, me too." Tommy said as he stared at the floor. <br /><br />"You can look if you want, Tommy. I won't tell anyone." <br /><br />Tommy looked up at Jase. His tan skin, the dusting of dark hair that covered nearly all of his body, some stubble on his face and his penetrating eyes. He was so muscular and so big that he barely seemed real. His eyes panned over Jase's chest and then drifted down to his cock. There it sat in a patch of dark pubic hair. It seemed absolutely huge to Tommy, but he wasn't sure if it was actually big or if this was just the way cocks looked. He watched porn, but the guys were almost always hard in those. He didn't realize how much time had passed when Jase took a step toward the coffee maker. <br /><br />Tommy came out of the spell that Jase's body had put over him and realized that he had a big boner tenting his boxers. He smoothed it out and then his face turned bright red. <br /><br />"Don't worry about it, bro. We're all guys here. I sprout wood all the time. In fact, "Jase turned back toward him, "Just talking about it gets me going." <br /><br />He was lying. After seeing Tommy's reaction, he had willed himself to get hard. It never took much, especially in the morning when there was a pile of testosterone coursing through his veins. <br /><br />In about thirty seconds, Jase's cock was jutting out in front of him. It was long and thick and veiny, unlike anything Tommy had ever seen in person or in movies. He watched as it got harder, as the skin slid back over the tip, and then as a drop of precum oozed out of the tip and dripped to the floor. He was completely enthralled as he gazed at it, mouth hanging open. <br /><br />Jase looked on, trying to decide if he should put the kid on his knees and get a morning blowjob. There was a lot to say in favor of that idea. Tommy was cute. His body was still a little soft, still smooth and pink. He would worship Jase, completely and totally. The thought of doing that to a man that might become his brother in law was a little disturbing. There would be family gatherings, and while he and Mitch were experts at slutting it up without getting in trouble, getting caught with his girlfriend's brother would fuck up his life. He finally found a girl that he thought he had a future with. He wasn't going to ruin that. <br /><br />Still, that didn't mean he couldn't still have some fun. <br /><br />"Impressive, isn't it?" Jase said as he grabbed the base of his cock and shook it. "You'll probably never see one this big in person again, so get a good look at it." <br /><br />They stood in silence for another moment and then Jase poured a bowl of cereal for himself and one for Tommy. He handed Tommy his bowl and walked over to the couch. Tommy sat in the chair across from him. As he ate, Jase quizzed him. <br /><br />"So, you getting laid?" he said, aware that Tommy never got to have big brother type conversations. <br /><br />"Uh, not yet," Tommy said, blushing again. <br /><br />"That's cool." Jase said. Then he noticed Tommy's eyes on his crotch again. "Are you into guys or girls?â<br /><br />Tommy paused. Jase waited and then said, "It's cool, you know. Mitch is gay." <br /><br />"Really?" Tommy said, then stumbled through a bunch of words, "I don't know . . . or I'm not sure yet. Girls are fine and everything, but, some guys . . . I don't know. Yeah, maybe . . . I guess I'm figuring it out.â <br /><br />"Sex is complicated, little dude. I'm pretty much straight, I only date girls, but I've played around with lots of guys. It's fun, it feels good, and it's a hell of a way to bond with another dude." Jase said. His dick was starting to chub up again, "What kind of guys do you like?" <br /><br />What Jase really wanted to know was if Tommy was submissive like the long line of "straight" guys that he had turned into his personal cocksuckers or was he more like Jase?<br /><br />"I don't know." Tommy said, "I haven't, really, done stuff yet. They're just sort of fantasies and thoughts right now." <br /><br />"When you fantasize do you think about fucking guys or getting fucked?" Jase was blunt and didn't break eye-contact when he said it. Tommy seemed intrigued and took the bait. <br /><br />"Fucking them." He whispered, "Holding them down." <br /><br />Jase laughed. "I love your sister, but the greatest feeling in the world is watching a guy, one of your straight buddies, suck your cock for the first time. The way their eyes glaze over when they first hold your dick in their hand is unlike anything you've ever seen." <br /><br />They were both hard now, and Tommy wasn't saying much in return. He was completely captivated by this straight stud who was sitting in front of him with a dripping hard on while talking about feeding his buddies his cock. <br /><br />"So, you're not gay, but you're into guys?" Tommy asked.<br /><br />"Some guys are irresistible." Jase said. He wanted to add that it was guys like Tommy who really turned him on. He liked them young, and the 17 year old stud was about the age Mitch was when Jase first covered him. Like Mitch at that time, his body hadn't started to pack on muscle, but he had some definition and his body was lean. He grabbed Tommy's shoulder, "I like sex, Tommy, but I like sex that involves power and aggression the most. That's when I really feel like I can be exactly who I am. Caring, loyal, but in control. It's easier for me to find that with guys." <br /><br />"I'd settle for any sex at this point." <br /><br />"Come here." Jase said. Tommy looked down at Jase's cock again, "Don't worry, I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do. In fact, I'm guessing you're going to be into what I'm proposing." <br /><br />They walked into the bedroom and Mitch's body was under the sheet. Jase pulled the sheet up from the bottom, making sure to keep Mitch's upper half covered. Mitch's full ass, big and muscular and round, was on display. Jase ran his fingers over it. <br /><br />"This is what I mean when I say that some guys are irresistible." <br /><br />"He's your brother." <br /><br />"He's also a total slut.â Jase said. He reached down and pulled Mitch's cheeks open, showing off his puffy red asshole.âWe have a special relationship. This hole has seen a lot of cock, and Mitch is still the best lay I've ever found. The guy lives to make the men he's with happy." <br /><br />Jase slipped his finger inside and then pulled back out. Tommy rubbed his cock through his shorts. "Way don't you let that thing out." Jase said and Tommy immediately stepped out of his shorts. His seven inch dick slammed into his stomach. It was cut and long and thin. <br /><br />"You're hung." Jase said, "Pretty boy like you, you'll get all the guys you want. College is going to be fun for you. Just like it has been for Mitch." <br /><br />"I'm not as big as you." <br /><br />"Almost no one is. My dick is like one in a thousand. Yours is maybe one in a hundred. I bet the guys at school already make fun of you for being hung." <br /><br />Tommy blushed. His eyes were darting between Jase's cock and Mitch's ass. He swallowed hard. Jase knew the signs. The fascination with a naked man. The inevitable watering mouth. If he had wanted to, he could touch Tommy's shoulder and teach the stud how to give a blowjob. Instead, he pushed Mitch's legs apart so that his cock and balls were on display. Mitch groaned and lifted his ass. <br /><br />"Look at that. Even in his dreams he's begging for dick." Jase said. Then he turned back to Tommy. "So, you want to give or receive?" <br /><br />Tommy looked down at Jase's dick. It had gone half soft and was hanging like a big slab of meat between his legs. He licked his lips, but Jase reached down and pulled the rest of the covers off of Mitch. <br /><br />"If you want mine, you can have it in a few minutes, but first, let's give Mitch a chance." Jase grabbed Tommy by the cock and pulled him to the head of the bed. He pushed the dick against Mitch's lips and Mitch opened up and took it into his mouth. His eyes opened just as his lips locked down on the dick. <br /><br />He looked up at Tommy and the corners of his mouth turned up. "This is his first blowjob, babe, so don't fuck it up." Jase said. Mitch buried himself to the hilt and Tommy groaned loudly. Mitch got out of bed quickly and knelt down on the floor between Tommy's legs. He sucked the young guy's balls into his mouth and Tommy leaned backward and moaned again. Jase slipped in behind him and held him steady. <br /><br />"Feels good, doesn't it? Mitch is an expert." <br /><br />Tommy was silent for the next five minutes while Mitch licked over every inch of his groin. He sucked his cock feverishly but held back because he didn't want Tommy to nut in his mouth. If this was his first time getting head, there were other firsts that he was going to take care of. <br /><br />"Talk to him." Jase whispered, "Tell him how good it feels. Touch his face. He needs to please you, and you need to fulfill that need." Jase ran his tongue around the inside of Tommy's ear, "That's the secret. That's why they keep coming back. He wants you to be happy." <br /><br />Tommy touched the side of Mitch's face, softly and hesitantly. He whispered a few words but it wasn't enough for Mitch to get into it. Some things you had to experience in order to understand. <br /><br />"You think you're ready to give it a go." Jase asked. He pushed his big cock into Tommy's thighs, running it through his legs and touching the back of Tommy's balls. The stud nodded and then turned around. His cock exited Mitch's mouth with a pop. Before Jase could tell him, he was on his knees and Mitch was hanging out behind him, ready to give him some direction. <br /><br />"Take it into your hand." Mitch told him. Tommy reached up and wrapped his fingers around the big cock. Jase squeezed and it throbbed in his hand. Mitch grabbed Tommy's hand and slowly moved it up and down the shaft, pulling Jase's foreskin over the tip. Precum oozed out of the tip, and Tommy was entranced. <br /><br />"Now put your mouth at the bottom and kiss your way up to the tip. Take it all in. Worship his body. Show him how sexy he is, how hot he gets you." <br /><br />Tommy licked at Jase's cock, and then wrapped his lips around the big head. Jase rubbed the side of his face, but never pushed him down onto his dick. Mitch looked on in awe. Usually Jase owned a guy's mouth and his policy on new guys was to work hard and fast. Mitch was surprised that he was giving Tommy free reign to touch and feel him up however he wanted. <br /><br />Finally, Jase pulled his dick out of Tommy's mouth. "I've got a feeling we'll be spending a lot of time together, so we'll get another shot at this." Jase pulled Tommy to his knees, "But you said you want to fuck, so lets give you a chance with Mitch." <br /><br />Mitch lay down on the bed and lifted his ass in the air. His look was strong and masculine, but definitely gave off a gay vibe. It was the kind of body that Tommy had seen in porn, and he was drooling as he looked at the stud. <br /><br />"That ass gets me going and I'm straight," Jase said to Tommy with a goofy grin, "I can't even imagine what it's doing for you." <br /><br />"I can." Mitch said.<br /><br />He rolled over onto his back and slid under and in between Tommy's legs. He hadn't been with a guy this young in years, since high-school probably, and it was strange looking up at an ass crack that wasn't hairy and skin that was still fairly smooth. He swallowed both of Tommy's balls while he grabbed the young stud's ass. <br /><br />Tommy gasped and opened his mouth. Jase planted a kiss on his lips and rubbed his chest. Then Tommy went into total sensory overload and almost fell over. He grabbed onto Jase's cock to stabilize himself and held onto it, just letting it pulse in his hands. <br /><br />"No one is going to believe you when you tell them that this is the way you lost your virginity, bro. Two brothers, one hotter than the next. A beefy burly stud and his sexy gay little bro." Jase licked his ear and then the side of his face. "Check out this ass, dude." <br /><br />Jase rolled Mitch over and pulled his cheeks apart again. Mitch's hole was red and puffy, but just as tight and hairless as the cunt Jase fell in love with. Jase pushed his finger in and dug around a little. <br /><br />"Good enough to eat, right?" Jase asked. Tommy nodded, but he looked unsure. "Trust me, little dude, if you want to have the guys and girls begging for your dick, you gotta be willing to eat them out. If you get good at doing that, they'll literally beg you to stick it in them." <br /><br />Mitch shook his ass a little and stood up quickly to get some lube. His hard cock bounced up against his stomach and then he got back down with his ass up in the air. Jase moved forward and knelt in front of Mitch. He looked at Tommy and then leaned over and spread Mitch's cheeks all the way open. <br /><br />"Go for it little dude. Get your first taste of grade-A boy cunt. If you work hard enough, you might even get to taste the load I planted in there last night.â<br /><br />Hesitantly, slowly, Tommy went for it. He ran his tongue over the hole first and then slowly started to circle around it. Mitch groaned softly and then Jase shoved his cock into his mouth. Tommy started to alternate between licking at Mitch's ass and watching Mitch suck Jase. The two guys were both so hot that he could barely believe that this was happening.<br /><br />"Get in there, dude." Jase said. "Really make out with that hole." <br /><br />He knelt forward and starting to lick and suck at Mitch's hole. Almost instantly, Mitch had arched his back and was pushing up against Jase's mouth. Jase pulled away, his lips and chin covered in spit and then smiled at Tommy, "Go for it, dude." <br /><br />Tommy tried again, and this time he got into it. He wasn't afraid and he pushed in against the ring of muscle. Soon Jase's mouth was next to his and their tongues tangled up around Mitch's asshole and in his crack. Soon, they forgot about Mitch's hole and started to make out. Already, after only half an hour, Tommy was learning how to kiss. His mouth and tongue moved more effectively against Jase's and he kept rubbing one of his cheeks through the scruff on Jase's chin. <br /><br />Mitch alternated between raising his ass up to meet their wrestling tongues and driving his hard cock into the mattress to get some stimulation. Jase was directing Tommy's hands and mouth, and soon it felt like he was getting rimmed by his brother. Tommy had no idea what kind of gift he was getting. Jase fucked like a champion, and a private lesson from him would seriously improve the kid's future love life. <br /><br />"You ready?" Mitch heard Jase say. <br /><br />Tommy must have hesitated, because Jase added, "Don't worry about it. Just stick it in. Your body will know what's supposed to happen next." <br /><br />Jase grabbed onto Mitch's shoulder and turned him onto his back. Then he grabbed Tommy's cock and pulled the young stud forward between Mitch's legs. Mitch lifted his ass upward and spread his legs. <br /><br />"Fuck me, little dude. Make me feel good." <br /><br />Tommy stepped forward, his face red and his chest heaving. Mitch reached down and grabbed his dick, guiding it toward his hole. When the head touched, he smiled at Tommy. "Start real slow. I want to feel it all." <br /><br />Tommy leaned forward and slowly pressed his cock-head against Mitch's hole before popping in. Mitch groaned, then he leaned forward and pulled Tommy down into him. He wanted the young guy to get the full experience, not to only experience sex through his dick, but through all of his senses. He began to kiss Tommy, as Tommy's cock slipped more deeply into his body. When all seven inches were inside, Mitch rubbed his back and whispered into his ear. <br /><br />"Now fuck me, dude. You're not going to hurt me. Just let yourself go and really give it to me." <br /><br />Tommy started to fuck Mitch, slowly at first but then he picked up the pace. It was clear that he was inexperienced; he would get a rhythm going and then everything would fall apart. Jase sat behind Mitch on his knees, cradling his head. Mitch loved the feeling of being surrounded by men, and his cock pulsed and dripped with every one of Tommy's deep thrusts. Hungry, he tilted his head back and tried to find Jase's cock with his tongue. Eventually, Jase slipped it into his mouth and Mitch sucked hard while he got fucked. <br /><br />Jase reached forward, his long thick biceps stretching out, and pulled Tommy toward his dick. Both mouths started to work his head and shaft, and from the sounds the guys were making, both of them were enjoying themselves. <br /><br />"That's right, my girl and my boy, munching on my cock." He rubbed Tommy's head, "It doesn't get better than this. Get your tongue under my skin, Tommy, get in there and taste everything I've got." <br /><br />Jase leaned forward and dropped his balls into Mitch's face. He knew that Mitch couldn't handle himself in this situation. He had a thing for nuts, and for Jase's big, sweaty, hairy nuts especially. With a cock in his ass, giving him a set of bull balls to suck on was like jacking him off. <br /><br />Soon, Mitch was moaning and his cock was shooting between his and Tommy's body. Tommy's hand, soft but strong, took control and worked his shaft through his orgasm. For the first time in his life, he felt another man's nut in his fingers, chunky and slimy. Then he smelled it and looked down at the mess they had made.<br /><br />When Mitch finished cumming, Tommy looked at his hand, sticky and frothy with Mitch's nut. Mitch grabbed his wrist and started to eat the cum off his fingers while Jase ordered Tommy to fuck Mitch's brains out. Tommy did just that, slamming into him hard and fast while Jase pulled on his massive cock above Mitch's face. Soon Jase's dick was getting thick and starting to leak even more than normal. He was close. <br /><br />Mitch looked down at Tommy, "Fuck me dude. Give me your nut. Give it to me." <br /><br />Tommy screwed up his face and drove into Mitch. A few seconds later, his mouth dropped open, he shoved forward, and his dick exploded inside Mitch's ass. Mitch pushed down against him and met each one of the short thrusts with a downward thrust of his own. He held onto Tommy's back and felt the nascent muscle bulge under his fingers. Inside of him Tommy's dick, as hard as it had probably ever been, jumped and spasmed. He leaned upward and pulled Jase's dick into his mouth, desperate to have something to suck on. <br /><br />Tommy bent forward, his orgasm subsiding, and sucked on Jase's cock too. Jase moaned, "I'm gonna have a treat for you to soon." Then his dickhead flared and the head swelled up to huge proportions. Mitch knew what was coming, and a second later, ropes of thick cum splashed across his chin, Tommy's cheeks, and both of their chests. <br /><br />Tommy looked at the mess, up at Jase, and then started to lick the last drops of cum from Jase's cock. As soon as he tasted the pungent baby batter, the seed of an incredible stud, he couldn't stop. He licked every drop from Jase's cock and then sucked up whatever was on Mitch's face. Jase smiled and took Tommy's face in his chin. He used his cock to push the gobs that coated Tommy's smooth cheeks into his mouth. <br /><br />When it was all over, the three guys lay on the bed exhausted. Tommy made like he was going to get up, but Mitch pulled him back onto the bed. "You gotta snuggle for a few minutes after a good fuck. Just relax and take it all in." <br /><br />Tommy laid on the bed next to the two guys, on one side was Jase who was big, bulky, and hairy, almost like an animal. On the other, Mitch who was muscular, unbelievably cute, and friendly. Laying between the two, he didn't know which guy was more his type, but he knew that he would never question whether he was gay again. <br /><br />---------------------------------------------<br />One more chapter coming, guys. Then back to my other active stories. Thanks for reading! - Charlie.<br />Charlie709@yahoo.com<br /><br /><br />C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-57861117720458521392017-07-24T09:33:00.001-07:002017-07-24T09:33:14.431-07:00Big Bro's Girlfriend Summer Fun Part 2----------------------------------------<br />Big Brother's Girlfriend â Summer Fun, Part 2<br />C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com<br />cceroticstories.blogspot.com<br />charliessmut.tumblr.com<br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />Note: In picking up this story again, I didn't aim for complete continuity with the earlier storyline. I apologize if some of the details are off, but its been five years since I first started this one. If you want to get a sense of the basic thrust of the story, check out the first chapter. That should bring you up to speed (and you'll probably get off too). --Charlie<br /><br />Mitch and Jase spent most of the following afternoon moving. Jase had invited over some of his buddies to help out, and Mitch knew immediately that Jase chose the guys deliberately. Each of the guys worked with Jase at a landscaping company and did hard labor during the day. They were tan and buff and dressed to show off their muscles. Mitch ogled them and tried to accidentally bump up against them whenever possible.<br /><br />Jase cornered him just outside the bathroom in the new apartment. "Hope you're enjoying the show, babe." <br /><br />"Where did you find these guys?"<br /><br />"They work with me." Jase winked, "I told them that my gay little brother is intimidated by big guys. They were happy to help you chill out." <br /><br />Mitch laughed. The guys had been flirting with him, toying with him, all afternoon because Jase had asked them too. Like so many of Jase's stud friends, they enjoyed flirting with guys because it didn't carry any of the pressure of flirting with woman. It wasn't like they were going to take Mitch home with them. <br />
<a name='more'></a><br />"Casey is going to stick around to watch TV." Jase told Mitch when they were almost finished. "Pretend to fall asleep on the couch and then you'll get to see something awesome." <br /><br />True to his word when the boxes were all stacked up in the new apartment, the guys filed out. Only Casey was left. About six feet tall the blond stud had a solid chest and lean body. He wasn't as bulky as Jase, but he was healthy and clearly hit the gym regularly. Mitch had a thing for dirty blonds. Well, really he had a thing for just about any body that had a cock attached to it, but blonds were his favorite. He'd been watching Casey closely ever since he had talked to Jase. <br /><br />Mitch picked up on it almost immediately. Jase had schooled him in the art of cruising, and Mitch could read just about any guy within a few minutes of meeting him. Casey was clearly lusting after Jase. <br /><br />Casey's eyes always glanced in Jase's direction, and when Jase had his back to Casey, Casey studied him from head to toe. He found ways to be helpful, to get closer to Jase than any of the other guys, to touch his body, to breath in his heat. Casey probably didn't ever realize that he was doing it, and another guy would have missed it. Jase, however, was constantly on the hunt for guys like this. Few things turned him on more than putting a man down on his knees. He loved the way they looked up at his long, muscular body, with just a little bit of fear in his eyes, as they got ready to swallow his massive cock. <br /><br />They sat down on the couches, surrounded by boxes, and shot the shit for a few minutes as they drank a beer. Mitch feigned falling asleep. He lay down on the couch facing Jase and Casey, but closed his eyes and slowed his breathing. <br /><br />"Little bro is all tuckered out." Jase said, "Now he gets to dream about all of you guys." <br /><br />"He was like a kid in a candy store." Casey said. <br /><br />"Mitch loves guys. Always has. Even before he came out, he was always drooling over dudes. He loves sex, too. Guess it runs in the family. Me and my bro start to get a little stupid if we don't get our dicks wet." <br /><br />Jase was wearing old jeans that had been worn thin around the crotch and showed off his big bulge. He rubbed his dick a little, pretending to adjust it, while he followed Casey's eyes straight to his crotch. <br /><br />"You got a girl right now?" Jase asked. <br /><br />"Not for a while." Casey said, "Just haven't been in the mood lately." <br /><br />"Maybe you're looking for something that a girl can't give you." Jase said. He let the remark sit. "I mean, maybe, like, you need some time to focus on yourself." <br /><br />Casey looked at Jase for a moment, unsure if Jase was aware of his obsession with the man. Casey couldn't' explain it. He'd never felt like this about a guy before. There had been a few guys over the years that he'd crushed on, but with Jase it was out of control. He wanted to be around the guy, to study him, to understand where it all came from. He was attractive, confidant, caring, and funny. He wanted to be Jase and given that that was impossible, he wanted to be around Jase as much as he could be.<br /><br />"I don't know how you do it, bro." Jase said, "Ever since I hit puberty, I want to fuck pretty much all the time. When my girl is here, I bang her like two, three times a day." Mitch squirmed on the couch. He knew it was true. Jase had fucked him once when they woke up and then a second time in the shower. He had no doubt that Jase would fuck him again tonight. Even if Mitch fell asleep, Jase would nudge him awake before shoving in and humping his sleepy body. <br /><br />Jase looked at Casey one more time, twisting up his smile a little bit to give the illusion that he was drunker than he was. <br /><br />"I think it's my dick, man. I got a big dick. It demands satisfaction." <br /><br />"Here you go." Casey said with a laugh, "Talking about your big dick again." <br /><br />"No joke, dude. You ever seen a ten inch dick? You have no idea what I've got between my legs. It's not a little bigger than your cock, bro. It's twice as big. I've got twice as much dick than you do." Jase smiled crookedly again, "That's why I'm such a stud. Hard to lack confidence when you know that you're a stallion." <br /><br />"It's not twice as big as mine." Casey said, a little defiant, as he tried to regain control of the situation.<br /><br />Jase got up and grabbed two more beers from the fridge. When he came back into the room, he sat down next to Casey, letting one leg dangle in front of him and putting his long, thick arm behind him along the top of the couch. Then he pulled out his phone for a second, playing a little with his jeans, moving around, while he scrolled. <br /><br />"What are you doing?" Casey asked. <br /><br />"Getting a hard on." Jase said as he pulled up some porn. Thirty seconds later his thick slab of manmeat was pulsing along his thigh. <br /><br />"I want to show you something, bro." Jase said. He reached his arm around Casey, wrapping him up in his big bicep and grabbed his wrist. Then he placed Casey's hand in Casey's crotch. He reached over and took Casey's other hand and placed it in his own crotch, right in the middle of the bulge that ran down his thigh. Slowly, he moved Casey's hand up and down his shaft. He knew things were working when he felt Casey's fingers wrap around his growing hard-on. Jase released both wrists and Casey didn't move away. <br /><br />"See what I mean bro," Jase said softly, his voice deep and gravelly. Mitch had heard that voice so many times before, usually right before his brother punched into him. The softness relaxes a guy, but the deepness calls out to something deep inside of him. When he wanted to, Jase was able to project pure, unadulterated man.<br /><br />Casey kept his hand on the throbbing boner between Jase's legs, and Jase continued to talk softly. "A dick like this, it just begs for attention, and, the crazy thing is, most people, they just want to give it some. I mean, look at you, you've still got your hand between my legs, practically jerking me off." <br /><br />Instantly, Casey's hand pulled away as if he'd come out of a dream. He took his hand off his own dick too, but you could see it now, hard and bouncing around in his shorts. <br /><br />"Sorry man." Casey said as his face turned red. <br /><br />"It's fine, dude. Like I said, it's hard to resist." Jase turned toward Casey. He still had his hand around him, and he looked him straight in the eyes. "I'm only going to say this once. If you've fantasized about sucking a dick or having a fucking stud like me make you his bitch, this is your one chance. It won't come around again." <br /><br />Casey turned away from Jase and stared off into space. Jase grabbed his chin and turned it back toward him. "Look at me" Jase said, commanding but gentle, "I see you watch me. I know you want this. So man up, cause you're going to live with a lot of regret if you don't jump on this one. So get down on your knees and let me show you a whole new side of yourself." Jase leaned over and licked the back of Casey's ear. "I'll blow your fucking mind." <br /><br />Casey swallowed hard and then slid off the couch onto the floor. It didn't look like this was something that he wanted to do, but something that he had to do, felt called to do. When the blond stud was between his legs, Jase called out for Mitch. <br /><br />As Mitch got off the couch, Casey initially jumped back to his feet. He had forgotten all about the younger guy sleeping across the room. Mitch slipped behind him and put his hands on his shoulders, strong and forceful. Then he said, "I know every inch of Jase's body, and it's better than you can imagine. Let me help you out a little." <br /><br />While Casey tried to think of something to say, Mitch pushed him back to his knees. He was closer this time, and Mitch pushed his head forward until it was about five inches from Jase's crotch. All of his resistance melted away at that moment. <br /><br />Catching the energy, Jase unbuckled his belt, stood up, and dropped his jeans. His big hard-on bounced around in a flimsy pair of boxer shorts. The guys couldn't see his cock, but they got glimpses of it whenever Jase moved. Then he stood in front of them without saying a word. <br /><br />"You like the way that looks, don't you?" Mitch said. Casey nodded. "Fucking delicious dick," Mitch continued, "That's a cock that could knock up a thousand women, but he's giving it to you. Never forget that. Jase's dick is a fucking gift." <br /><br />Mitch took Casey's hand and directed it toward Jase's cock. When the fingers connected, he grasped the thick hard pole between his fingers and squeezed it through the thin fabric. Immediately, it jumped in his hand. Mitch held onto his wrist, but put his other hand on the back of Casey's head and directed him toward Jase's crotch. He slid in behind him, making sure that Casey could feel his hard on press into his hip as he whispered, "Deep down, you've wanted to worship a man like this all your life. This is your chance." <br /><br />Casey didn't move. It was like he was frozen. Mitch was going to help him along by gently nudging him forward, but Jase took control. "Get your face in my junk bro." Jase said before he cupped Casey's head and pulled him into his crotch. He held the guy there, deep between his legs, while he talked dirty to him. <br /><br />"That's right, bro, Get a good whiff of my sweaty fucking nuts. Been working all day getting them ready for you. Take a deep breath." He listened as Casey inhaled, "That's right. Breath in my fucking stud musk. Next time you think you're a real man, think you've got a big dick, I want you to remember this moment, cause this is the moment when you knew in your heart that it isn't true." <br /><br />Jase pulled him out and Casey was wide eyed and breathing hard. "Now stand up and take your pants off, I want to show you something." <br /><br />Casey did exactly what he was told. Mitch was instantly impressed with his perfectly round bubble ass. This was obviously what Jase was after. He loved a good ass more than just about anything else. <br /><br />Jase shoved his hand into his boxers and fished out his dick. "Now, I want to show you something. Come put your dick up against mine." Casey did as he was told. His dick was much shorter and not nearly as big around. "Half the man I am." Jase said. "Repeat it." <br /><br />"I'm half the man you are." <br /><br />"That's right. And that's why you're going to give me your body to use however I please, right?" <br /><br />"Yes," he said, "I mean right," <br /><br />Jase moved his hips a little and his cock moved underneath Casey's. Mitch saw the latter dick jump and wondered if Casey would lose control and blow his load all over Jase's cock. He had no idea what kind of response that would earn. With Mitch, Jase had a loving side to him. He was aggressive and demanding, but always in a way that betrayed his ultimate love and respect for Mitch. With other guys, he could be a little more twisted. <br /><br />"Now, Mitch is going to take you on a little tour of my body before I fuck your throat." Jase smiled big, "I'm just kidding. I'll fuck your throat in a few days, once you get used to slobbering all over this meat. I'm going to fuck your ass tonight." <br /><br />Jase quickly undressed himself. He didn't make a show of it, but just stepped out of his boxers and stripped off his shirt. His cock, huge and ugly, hung in front of him. His pubes were thick and hair raced up his stomach and onto his chest. Jase was beautiful and bulky, but also strangely real. The lean, six pack look that he'd maintained in college had given way to a slightly thicker more athletic build. <br /><br />"Bet you can't guess Mitch's favorite part" Jase said as he collapsed back down onto the couch. His dick rested on his thigh, leaking a pool of precum. <br /><br />"Your cock." Casey said, still staring at it. <br /><br />"You would think, but that's not it. I'll give you a hint, it's either my pits, my ass, or my balls. Maybe you should get a good look at each before you answer again." <br /><br />Jase raised both hands above his head and folded them behind his neck. His arms, one with a tattoo on the inner bicep, were wide and hard with muscle. Tufts of thick, almost black hair poked out from his pits. Mitch could see the sweat glistening in that hair, and his mouth watered. <br /><br />"You better dive into those fucking pits, man." Mitch said. "You don't waste a chance like that." <br /><br />Casey got closer and then pulled back away. Either the smell or the wetness got to him. Mitch leaned in close. "Just let it go, dude. No one here is going to judge you. You've got a fucking beautiful man just laying here waiting for you to lick his skin, smell his stink, rub your face in his sweat, and drink his cum. Just go for it. Quit being such a pussy." <br /><br />Casey continued to hesitate. Jase grabbed his chin and pulled him toward his face. Then Jase ran a hand over his forehead and leaned in and kissed Casey full on the lips. Mitch knew that kiss, a kiss that absolutely owned you. It was the sort of kiss that made a guy go weak in the knees. When Jase pulled away, a big gob of spit hung between them. Jase cradled the back of Casey's head and pulled him into his pit.<br /><br />Casey was a bit tentative at first, but soon he was going for Jase's pit like he'd been doing it all his life. Jase looked at Mitch and raised the other arm, "Get in there, girl. You know you do it best." <br /><br />Mitch dove into Jase's pit, breathing in deep through his nose as he did. Jase was ripe. He didn't wear deodorant when he and Mitch were fucking, he knew that it turned Mitch off, and after a full day of moving, his pits were salty with sweat and smelled like pure man. Mitch rubbed his face all over Jase's skin, getting the sweat into his pores and all through his hair. <br /><br />"Fuck, babe." Jase groaned as he slid down the couch a few inches. He grabbed Mitch's head and pushed him down. "I want you to show this bitch how to eat out an ass." <br /><br />Even with his legs up, Jase's balls hung low. Mitch didn't move them, but pushed his face into the sticky ball sack and moved them out of the way with his nose. His tongue found Jase's hole and he dug in. Mitch grunted and manhandled both of Jase's thighs as he worked his ass. He knew exactly how his brother liked it, and he was in a position to give it to him. This was one of the only times that Jase actually allowed Mitch to take a little bit of control. <br /><br />As Mitch continued to work his ass, Jase pulled his body away from Casey and sat the guy back up. He looked over the dude's body. He was cut, and incredibly handsome, before this night, he'd probably fucked a couple of dozen women. After tonight, he might never fuck another one again. Cock had a way of changing a guy like him. <br /><br />He pushed Casey's head down to his dick, but then decided that he didn't like the way things looked. "Babe, get up here" he said to Mitch. Then he looked at Casey, âYou get down there.â<br /><br />The guys got into position and Jase posed his dick right in front of Casey's face. He slowly moved his foreskin up and down the tip as a stream of precum oozed out. The veins throbbed. Casey swallowed his drool.<br /><br />"You know," Jase said as he stared straight into Casey's eyes. "I thought I would be getting it on with Mitch and he likes my dick a little ripe, so you're getting the whole package today, all of Jase with no window dressing or polish. Mitch here is a total pig, but it will take you a while to get there." <br /><br />Jase slowly rubbed his glans over Casey's lips, the slimy head wetting them. Both Jase and Mitch watched and waited for the moment when Casey finally gave in to his basest urges. Jase coated his lips with precum, then he pulled his foreskin up over the head and pressed the bundle of skin over Casey's nose. <br /><br />He let the gamey smell of his dick work it's way deep into Casey's brain, and then he saw it. The guy's pupils dilated and he guessed that he just about came in his pants. <br /><br />"Just let it happen man," Jase said as he slipped his dick down and into Casey's mouth. <br /><br />Mitch watched as Casey, an absolute stud, got to taste a cock for his first time and he remembered back to the time when Jase had put the moves on him. He'd worshiped his brother back then, and when Jase asked, he was cool with doing it. He didn't know that what he felt for Jase was actually a major crush, but it didn't take him more than a few weeks to figure it out. <br /><br />Turned on, he pushed his face against Jase's naked skin and rubbed up against his muscular body. He felt more comfortable next to Jase than with any other man. He wondered if he'd ever feel this way about a guy he was dating. He grabbed onto his dick and started to stroke his cock slowly, watching the show play out in front of him. <br /><br />Casey bobbed up and down on Jase's mammoth dick, but couldn't' get more than a few inches into his mouth. Jase grabbed Mitch's dick from his hand and pushed it over toward Casey. "Give my bro some attention too. He acts like a total bitch but he likes getting his dick sucked as much as any man." <br /><br />Soon Casey was bouncing up and down on both of their dicks. Jase controlled his head, his big veiny paw gripping the younger dude's hair as he moved from dick to dick. Every so often Casey would look up at one brother or the other with a mix of excitement, exhaustion, and devotion in his eyes. He was happy, happy to be getting the opportunity to suck off a stud like Jase and his boy, but he was also getting worn out. <br /><br />Sensing that things would turn south if he didn't move, Jase gripped Casey by the chin. "You know, there's only one thing left before you're truly a whore for cock. You know what that is?" <br /><br />Casey looked up at Jase, completely clueless. Jase reached down and ran his hand all the way down Casey's back and then toyed with the waist of his pants. His fingers slipped under for just a second. <br /><br />Casey looked at Jase's cock and then his eyes started to water. He couldn't say no, but he couldn't exactly say yes either. <br /><br />"Nah, don't worry." Jase said, "I'm not going to tear you up with my horse cock. That wouldn't be very nice." <br /><br />For a second, relief flashed through Casey's eyes. <br /><br />"I'm going to let my brother have at you. It takes a real slut, a guy with a total gash between his legs to take my dick." Jase's hand reached between Mitch's legs and started to finger his hole. "But almost any guy can get used to a dick's like Mitch's. So, start there and maybe someday, if you really prove to me that you deserve it, I"ll give you the treatment." <br /><br />"You ready to own this ass, little bro?" Jase asked Mitch<br /><br />Mitch had been topping more and more lately, some element of Jase had rubbed off on him and he realized that he was good at it. But he hadn't devoted himself to fucking newbies the way his brother had. He nodded.<br /><br />Jase looked at Casey, "Get on your back." <br /><br />Casey complied, aware that he was powerless to stop what was happening. Jase slid in behind him, and soon the back of his head rested just below the stud's chin. Jase lifted Casey's legs and spread his ass cheeks. <br /><br />"Have at it little bro? Prove to me that I taught you how to fuck." <br /><br />Mitch spread some lube onto his dick and poured some between Casey's cheeks. He lined his cock up with the tight red hole and then looked at Jase. Jase shook his head. <br /><br />"Look into his eyes, bro." Jase cooed. "When you take a dude for the first time, you want to look into his eyes. What you see there, it's amazing, and addicting." <br /><br />Mitch did as he was told and stared into Casey's eyes. He started to push forward and watched as Casey's face scrunched up. Jase whispered something into his ear and he seemed to relax. Then Mitch's cock head popped into his body. <br /><br />Casey jumped up and Jase held him tight. Mitch gave him a moment to calm down and then eased the next few inches of his dick into Casey's body. Mitch had a solid cock, but he wasn't huge, and the guy would be fine if he relaxed. <br /><br />At Jase's urging, he didn't stop. He kept slipping his dick into Casey, watching his eyes tear up and his face deal with the pain. As Mitch gazed at him, he didn't just see pain, but also trust. Weirdly, the guy was looking at him like he was a god, and was willingly accepting the pain in order to get him off. It turned Mitch on even more and he started to fuck Jase's buddy. <br /><br />Jase wiped one of the tears away. He slipped the finger into Mitch's mouth and the salty taste drove him crazy. He started to fuck Casey harder, driving his cock into his body, ignoring the grunts and winces, the quick jerks of the body below him. He stared into Casey's eyes and he gave him a gift that he barely knew he needed. To be used by a man, fully and completely, to make his body into a tool for someone else to get off with. <br /><br />Then he saw it, the look in Casey's eyes went from one of pain to one of pure pleasure. The guy's hands wrapped around his hips and suddenly he was pulling Mitch into him. The fact that he had done this, that he was the one that had taught Casey this new way of enjoying himself, was incredibly sexy. He leaned in and quickly kissed Casey, then he looked up and stared at Jase. <br /><br />Jase leaned down and kissed him hard. He opened Mitch's mouth and pushed in with his tongue. His hand held onto the back of Mitch's head, keeping him from breaking off the make-out section. A minute later, a minute of drilling Casey and getting made out with by Jase, Jase released him. His balls were churning now, and he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer. <br /><br />"You ready to give it to him? Both of our loads?" Jase asked. <br /><br />Mitch nodded stupidly, still reeling from the kiss. <br /><br />"Flip him over. I'll nut in his mouth and you can have his ass." Jase manhandled Casey into position and then tapped the tip of his big cock on his forehead. "You think you're ready for this? You drink from this fountain and you'll be hooked for life." <br /><br />Casey looked up with red eyes and said, "I'm ready." <br /><br />Jase looked at Mitch, "You ready to knock this bitch up, babe?" <br /><br />Mitch nodded and then Jase reached out and pulled him in for a kiss. His hand quickly reached for his asshole and as soon as Jase's finger touched his pucker, before it was even in him, he started to drench Casey's insides with cum. <br /><br />Jase looked down and watched as Jase's balls drew up against his body, a sure sign his load would be huge, then his cock-head flared, becoming about as big as Mitch had ever seen it. It was truly massive, every bit as big and dominant as a man like Jase should possess. <br /><br />Ropes of cum blasted out of his dick and for a second, Mitch wanted to move in and steal the load from Casey. As he flooded the guy's insides, the first blast, thick as a finger and inches long, splattered onto Casey's face. Casey licked up what landed on his lips and waited for the next blast. It kept cumming, line after line of thick semen splattering onto his face as Jase jerked his cock like a fiend. Mitch breathed in the sharp aroma of nut and pumped everything he had left into Casey's ass. <br /><br />When Jase's cock finally quit shooting, he grabbed onto it, pulled to squeeze out the last bits of cum, then wiped what was left on Casey's face. Casey stared at the thick tube, slowly softening, the foreskin covering up the head once again. He stuck his tongue out to give it a lick, but he was in a daze. <br /><br />Not willing to let a drop go to waste, Mitch leaned in and licked the remnants of the load out of the folds of Jase's foreskin, then he pulled his dick out of Casey. Casey groaned a little as it left him, and Mitch stared at his hole, waiting for his own load to seep out. As it did, he rubbed it into Casey's ass and balls, marking his body and claiming his hole. <br /><br />Casey suddenly blushed and sat up. His face was covered with cum and his own dick was soft. His load was soaking into the material of the couch. He looked at the mess he had made and then started to look for his clothes. <br /><br />"Pretty hot, huh?" Jase said. <br /><br />"I, uh, I think I should go. This all happened kind of fast and I think I should go." Casey stammered. <br /><br />Jase picked a pair of his boxers up off the floor, the pair he'd worn all day, and wiped the cum off of Casey's face. Then he crumbled them up and handed them to Casey. <br /><br />"I'm going to be busy for a few days. In about fifteen minutes you're going to stop feeling guilty about what happened and you'll want more. You can suck my load out of these shorts until we can meet up again. That should tie you over." <br /><br />Casey looked at the ball of fabric that he held in his hands, "Uh, thanks." <br /><br />"Don't mention it." Jase said as he walked off to his room, "And try not to rub yourself raw. If you really need some dick, text me. I know some guys who can help you out." <br /><br />Mitch saw Casey out and then he walked into the bedroom. He snuggled up next to Jase, pressing into his body. <br /><br />"I like watching you fuck, bro. I know I treat you like a chick and expect you to worship my cock, but it made me proud to see you dick that boy down. You're starting to turn into a little bit of a top. I wouldn't have expected it." <br /><br />Mitch reached down and ran his fingers through the hair on Jase's stomach, then he went lower and placed his hand over his junk. <br /><br />"Topping makes me feel like you. Besides, you ruined bottoming for me. Every other guy is a disappointment." And then he went to sleep.<br /><br /><br />---------------------------------------------<br />More to come in the next few days. Thanks for reading, guys! - Charlie.<br />Charlie709@yahoo.com<br /><br /><br />C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-33347651653645077012017-07-24T09:31:00.001-07:002017-07-24T09:31:36.987-07:00Big Bro's Girlfriend, Summer Fun Part 1<br />----------------------------------------<br />Big Brother's Girlfriend â Summer Fun, Part 1<br />C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com<br />cceroticstories.blogspot.com<br />charliessmut.tumblr.com<br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />Note: In picking up this story again, I didn't aim for complete continuity with the earlier storyline. I apologize if some of the details are off, but its been five years since I first started this one. If you want to get a sense of the basic thrust of the story, check out the first chapter. That should bring you up to speed (and you'll probably get off too). --Charlie<br /><br />Mitch was in the gym when he got the text from his big brother Jase inviting him to help Jase move out of his bachelor pad and into the apartment he would share with his first serious girlfriend. The brothers still hooked up occasionally, but Mitch let Jase set the pace. Sometimes he wanted it, and wanted it bad, but usually Jase only wanted to hang out. It had been nine months since they had been together sexually, and Mitch was starting to worry that Jase's girlfriend might permanently take Jase away from him. <br /><br />Mitch had dropped a few hints about his concerns, and Jase always told him it wasn't true. When the girl got an internship in a city a hundred miles away, Mitch figured that it would finally give him his opening, but five months later, Jase still hadn't been anything more than a brother to him. <br /><br />"You going to help me this weekend?" <br /><br />"Sure" Mitch texted back. <br /><br />"Wear something sexy.â Jase texted back. âMy cock is hungry for your body, girl. You want it?â<br />
<a name='more'></a><br />"Not now." Mitch shot back quickly, "At the gym." <br /><br />A minute later he got a picture of Jase's hard cock. His bush was thick and untamed, like usual, and his thick foreskin stretched across his giant head. The head was purple and shiny. Mitch had never seen another dick like it, angry and almost mean looking. A big drop of precum hung from the wet tip and oozed into the folds of Jase's hood. <br /><br />"I'm drooling thinking about you." Jase texted. "Don't touch your pussy before then. I want it tight." <br /><br />Mitch took a quick snap of his own hard cock, now tenting his shorts, and was about to send it to Jase. Then he remembered that his brother wasn't like most of his fuck-buddies. He didn't like cock. So, he took a picture of his perfect ass in the mirror of the gym, thrusting backward so that the cheeks bulged. <br /><br />"I'm going to destroy that ass. Just tear it up" Jase texted back. <br /><br />Mitch walked into the locker-room, his dick leading the way, and changed as fast as he could. A guy looked him over from head to toe, but Mitch avoided making eye contact. The last thing he needed at that moment was temptation from another man. Only Jase was good enough to claim his allegiance. Jase was the only man that could order Mitch to leave other guys alone. <br /><br />He packed his stuff quickly and headed home. The next forty-eight hours were pure hell. It took everything Mitch had to avoid jerking off. Finally, on Thursday afternoon, Jase arrived. He walked into the house, said hi to the family, and walked upstairs to find Mitch. When he walked into his room, Mitch stood up and Jase shut the door behind him. <br /><br />"Hey, little brother," Jase said as he leaned in to hug Mitch. Then his tongue circled the inside of Mitch's ear and he whispered, "Baby girl." <br /><br />Jase's hard dick pressed into Mitch's leg, and he melted into his older brother's musculature. He breathed in deeply and smelled Jase's body. He loved the way his brother smelled, never quite clean, always masculine, and always sexual. It was like a mix of well-worn clothing, body wash, and testosterone. Mitch purred and relaxed against Jase's body. <br /><br />"Someone's lonely," Jase said as he pulled away. "You've been missing your big brother, huh?" <br /><br />Mitch looked up at Jase and his eyes conveyed all of his emotion. Ever since the night he had first tasted Jase's cock, he'd missed having it inside of him. At first he thought he wanted Jase to be his lover, and he'd been crushed when Jase had made it clear that that wouldn't happen, but now he'd come to realize that they had something even stronger. <br /><br />"I told mom I was going to take a quick nap before we drive back." Jase told him before adding, âI lied.â<br /><br />Mitch grabbed his brother's bulge and squeezed it.<br /><br />"Not yet, babe. Trust me, you'll get a taste of your man's cock before long. For now, just lay down with me." <br /><br />Jase laid on the bed and Mitch crawled up next to him. He rested his head against Jase's shoulder and breathed in the smell of his brother's body odor. He looked up at Jase and his nostrils flared. <br /><br />Jase lifted his arm further and let Mitch dig into his pit. "There you go girl. I know what you need." His hand snaked down Mitch's back and slipped into his pants. Mitch was wearing briefs. Before he knew what was happening, another hand slipped into his jeans and Jase tore through the seat of Mitch's gear. <br /><br />"What gives, babe? You know I like easy access." <br /><br />"Sorry," Mitch mumbled. His hands were inside Jase's shirt now, playing with his chest hair. <br /><br />"Fuck you are wet." Jase said as he slipped a finger into Mitch's asshole. "I bet you're keeping all the guys happy. You know how hot it gets me knowing about the other dudes who have railed your cunt. I was there before all of them. They're all going where I've already been.â He eased a second finger into Mitch's body. âYou know what the best part is?" <br /><br />Jase rubbed Mitch's back and Mitch looked up at him. "None of them will ever measure up to you. I always compare them to the way you love me,â Mitch blushed, âand fuck me.â<br /><br />"That's right.â Jase rubbed his head, âYou're hornier than I imagined. Maybe we should hit the road now. If you're good, I'll let you blow me when we're on the highway. Your man's cock is already leaking for you, give it a feel." <br /><br />Mitch reached into Jase's pants and grabbed his big dick. He slid his fingers down until he reached the head. As always, he was impressed by the heat and hardness of Jase's cock. He ran his fingertip over the head and felt the copious precum that Jase leaked like a faucet. Mitch pulled his hand out and tasted the precum and tang of Jase's gamy cock. Any other guy, he'd tell him to wash up, but with Jase, well, this was just the way Jase tasted. <br /><br />"You want to know something I've never told you?" Jase whispered, "None of my other chicks, none of them, not even Shelly, makes me leak like this. I love her and all, but I never see more than a drop. When you walk into the room though, it's like I pissed my pants. You get me going in every way possible."<br /><br />Jase pushed another finger into his asshole and Mitch bucked against him. He automatically humped his cock into Jase's leg and started to cum. In most circumstances, this sort of thing would be off limits, Mitch didn't use his cock all that much when Jase was playing with him. At first it made Jase more comfortable about fooling around with a man. Now it was just a kink, their kink, like the underwear and everything else that made what they were doing unique to the two of them. <br /><br />When Mitch finished cumming, Jase sat up on the bed. "Change your shorts, bro, and then we can get going." He started to walk toward the door and then turned, "And you know that shorts like that don't fly around me. Put on some of the stuff that I got you."<br /><br />Mitch slipped into one of the thongs that Jase had bought him years ago and then wandered down to the kitchen. He hugged his mom and then his dad. The old man winked at him, knowing what he and Jase got up to, and told him to be careful. <br /><br />By the time Mitch was buckled in, Jase had managed to get his shorts off. They sat on the console next to him. Mitch glanced between his brother's legs, seeing the dark patch of pubes and his now mostly soft cock sitting on the seat. His balls spread out beneath it. Jase reached down and scratched himself, playing with his thick pubes. <br /><br />"I thought about trimming, but I know what you like." Jase said, then he turned to Mitch, "I haven't gotten laid in two weeks. I hope your cunt is ready for a busy weekend." <br /><br />As they got onto the freeway, Mitch reached over and toyed with Jase's cock. Even soft, it seemed huge. In his mind, Jase had a big cock, but whenever they spent a few months apart, he forgot how big it really was. Now, with a softy the size of a regular dick in his fingers, he remembered what he was in for.<br /><br />"You might have to ease your way in at first." Mitch said.<br /><br />"Fuck yeah," Jase said with a smile, "It'll remind me of the first time. You remember that, don't you bro? When I finally showed you how good it feels to give your body to a man."<br /><br />"I don't think I'll ever forget losing my virginity to my stud brother's ten inch cock. I mean, you kind of owned me." Mitch said. Then, playing with Jase's dick again, he smiled, "Everyone feels small now. You ruined me for regular guys." <br /><br />"Shelly thinks I'm too big, and too hairy, and too sweaty." Jase said. Then he looked at Mitch, "That's why I've got you. You give me the other part of what I need." <br /><br />It was the second time that Jase had mentioned his girlfriend, and Mitch figured that they were really serious. Usually, they only messed around when Jase was between women. If he was messing around while he was still with a girl, then they must be serious enough that Jase was trying to integrate Mitch into their life.<br /><br />"I don't have to meet her this weekend, do I?" <br /><br />"She's still working. She's moving in at the end of the month. Her brother might be around though." Jase said, "If you're good, maybe I'll share you with him. I know how slutty you get after you've drank a couple shots of my cum." <br /><br />Mitch took off his belt and leaned over, Jase pushed him back. "Not yet, bro. Hasn't anyone ever taught you about playing hard to get." He grabbed his boxers off the seat and handed them to Mitch, "Play with these if you can't control yourself. " <br /><br />Mitch took a long sniff of Jase's briefs. He didn't need them, though. He could recall the smell of his brother in his imagination just as good as he could get it from his clothes. He licked at the pouch that had been holding his brother's balls just a few minutes ago and then put them back on the seat. <br /><br />"Not as good as the real thing." <br /><br />"I've got two weeks of cum in these balls. You really think I'm going to blow my nut for you in the truck? I'm going to make you earn it. Your jaw is going to be aching by the end of the day." <br /><br />A tent popped up in Nick's shorts. His cock had slipped out of the cheap thong he was wearing. He moved around to adjust himself and Jase looked over. <br /><br />"Look at that little cock, all excited about getting together with your big brother." <br /><br />Mitch blushed and then groaned. "C'mon, Jase, you know . . ." <br /><br />Jase reached over and roughed the back of Mitch's hair. "You know, I can call you my girl, my fag, my whatever, but whenever I make a crack about your cock you get all bitchy." <br /><br />Mitch started to protest and Jase pulled him across the seat and into his body. He kissed him quickly while keeping his eyes on the road. "I'm sorry, babe. It's just, mine and yours, they're the only dicks I see and, well, it's not really a fair comparison." <br /><br />Mitch purred into his neck while Jase drove. He didn't mind the back handed comment. It was totally in Jase's nature to find ways to compliment himself, to push Mitch around. That was the side of their relationship that was still brotherly. Jase couldn't help getting a dig in whenever possible. <br /><br />"Let me make it up to you." Jase said. <br /><br />His fingers dug into Mitch's neck and pushed him downward. Mitch dragged his face over Jase's body, slipping his hand under his shirt and rubbing his chest. Jase's chest hair had grown in thick, forming a dense patch down the cleft of his pecs that thinned out across his nipples. It was longer than he remembered. <br /><br />"You're such a fucking animal." Mitch said. "Such a man." <br /><br />"Better than the boys you usually get it on with." Jase said, "He ran his hand down Mitch's back and rubbed his ass again. "Do they fuck this ass the way I do?" <br /><br />"No one does me the way you do." Mitch said. It was true. Not a lot of guys were as strong as Jase or as big as him. Plus, there was a raw masculine energy that ran through Jase. He was literally all muscle and sex and liquor and attitude. He loved hard and fucked even harder. "You're like a fucking dream come true." <br /><br />"Chicks don't appreciate me." Jase said. <br /><br />Mitch wanted to tell Jase to leave chicks alone. Mitch would stay with him as long as he needed. Would be in his bed as long as Jase was willing to have him there, but he knew that that ship had sailed. He buried his face in Jase's pubes and licked around the base of his dick. "How could anyone not love you." <br /><br />Jase rubbed the back of Mitch's head and then pushed him down into his balls. "Leave my dick alone for a while, ok?" Then he leaned back and stretched out his arms against the wheel. "You spoiled me too, babe. They love me, but not like you do. When you're loving me, you make me feel like a god. I don't even feel human around you." <br /><br />Mitch sucked one of Jase's balls into his mouth. His nuts were hairy, and he couldn't remember the last time he had encountered a guy who took a little time to trim things up, but didn't see the need to landscape his entire body. At the base of his balls, the hair got thick and Mitch ran his tongue through it. Then he pulled at it with his teeth. Jase twitched slightly and then rubbed the back of his head and groaned. <br /><br />"There you go babe. Just think about what those nuts are packing for you." <br /><br />Mitch moaned and reached down for his own cock. Instead, Jase grabbed his hand by the wrist and moved it away. Jase held his hand and their fingers entwined as Mitch licked and slobbered all over his older brother's balls. When he was done, Jase's cock was standing at full mast, the head shiny and the foreskin bunched up behind it. The tip was red and precum oozed out, dripping in a long glistening stream down to the floor of the truck. <br /><br />Mitch held it in his hand, his own paw dwarfed by the giant dick. It throbbed and pulsed, the veins along the side thick and pronounced. The cock looked inhuman, like something from an animation. It impressed him every single time he saw it. He stared in wonder. <br /><br />"Right?" Jase said. "I totally won the genetic lottery with that thing." <br /><br />He sighed as Mitch ran his tongue across the tip, lapping up Jase's dog water and savoring the sweet taste. "Like I said, it isn't really a fair comparison." He moved his hand to Mitch's crotch and squeezed his cock. Neither said anything for a moment. Then Mitch felt the car pull off the highway. He looked up. <br /><br />"Scoped this place out on the way in. I think it will work for us." <br /><br />Mitch sat back up and tried to regain his composure. He felt like there was a fire burning between his legs. Hot and wild. His asshole was aching for some attention. He wanted to sit in Jase's lap and grind against his big body. The one thing he knew for sure is that there was no way he would make it all the way to Jase's place. Two hours was too long to wait. If Jase didn't get him off soon, he would have to go into the bathroom and jerk off. <br /><br />They pulled into a parking spot and Jase slipped back into his shorts. His dick was still mostly hard, and it formed a big bulge along the side of his leg. He didn't like to be constrained, but he wore boxer briefs because his endowment was large enough to be visible in almost anything else. As a special present to Mitch he had decided to show off. <br /><br />They passed the restrooms and walked over to a path that led into the woods. There were two men sitting on a bench near the entrance, both stared daggers at the rod that bounced in front of Jase as he walked. Jase smiled at them and winked, then he put his arm around Mitch. As they entered the woods, he grabbed Mitch's ass hard, knowing that the men would be staring at them. <br /><br />About a hundred yards in, Jase moved off of the path. He walked another fifty feet or so into the woods, so that they wouldn't be visible from the trail, and then pounced on Mitch. His movements were animalistic and he made growling noises as he manhandled Mitch's ass. He pulled at the cheeks, digging and pinching as he bit against Mitch's neck. Mitch knew immediately that they weren't going to make love, not this time at least. Instead, Jase was going to claim him, to take back the mate that he had first bred five years before. He was going to remind Mitch who he belonged to. <br /><br />Jase turned Mitch around and pushed him into a tree. He dragged his teeth against the back of Mitch's neck and then bit into his shoulder. At the same time he leaned forward and ground his cock into Mitch's ass. All at once the old feelings came back. He didn't fuck around with guys anymore. Didn't allow himself to cheat on his girlfriend in that way, but Mitch's ass, hard and muscular, was so different from what he usually experienced. It took everything he had to keep himself from cumming right there on the spot. <br /><br />Mitch had been worried that Jase was going to get too rough, that the build up had sent him over the edge, but suddenly Jase softened and started to lick the back of his ear. He continued to hump against him, grinding and moaning, then he whispered. <br /><br />"Fuck I love this ass. You got the finest ass I've ever seen, girl, and it just keeps getting better. I bet you're thinking about my dick when you're doing those deep squats, keeping this body ready for whenever I need it."<br /><br />He licked across Mitch's jaw and across the back of his neck. Then his fingers dug into Mitch's shorts and pushed them down. "I want you so bad," he said as he dropped to his knees. <br /><br />Jase's big hands spread Mitch's cheeks and he started to go to work on his ass. Jase didn't rim a guy, he didn't lick at an asshole before sticking it in like so many of the men Mitch had been with. No, Jase ate his ass out like it was the last pussy on earth. He bit and licked and drove his tongue in. After only a couple of minutes, his fingers got involved, opening Mitch up, driving in, and playing with his prostate. Each moan from Mitch excited Jase and made him work harder. Soon Mitch was bent over, his shoulder pressing into the tree while Jase knelt behind him, pressing his whole face between his cheeks. <br /><br />Mitch whined and soon he dropped to his hands and knees. Jase was still eating him out, loosing him up and getting him wet. Then he stood and pushed down his own shorts. While he did, he kept one finger in Mitch's ass, teasing him as he stepped out of his shorts. Grumbling, Mitch dug through his pants and found a packet of lube he had been smart enough to bring with him. He gave it to Jase and Jase smiled, "You know how to treat a man, babe. You're always ready to help me get off."<br /><br />Jase lubed up and then pressed his big hand into the center of Mitch's back. He lined his cock up with Mitch's hole and pushed forward. He never took his eyes off of his dick. He loved to watch it bend and flex as Mitch's body resisted, until finally . . .<br /><br />"Ugh," Mitch howled and fell down into the leaves and dirt. <br /><br />"There you go. Feels like the first time every time,â Jase said as he licked the back of Mitch's neck. Then, with just his hips, he pushed every single inch of his mammoth cock into his little brother. When Jase had bottomed out he wrapped his arms around Mitch's chest and held him tight. <br /><br />"I missed you so much, baby," he said softly. <br /><br />Mitch lifted his ass and pushed it into Jase, "Me too." he said. But really, he wanted to tell Jase how he felt like he was missing a piece of himself whenever they weren't together. He never noticed it until Jase was inside of him, but every other moment of his life he felt incomplete. <br /><br />"You're a good brother," Mitch whispered. <br /><br />"I'm the best." Jase said and Mitch felt his face smile against his shoulder. He wiggled his body slightly and pressed the last millimeters of his shaft into Mitch's body. "I could stay like this for a long time, but we gotta get moving.â<br /><br />With those words, Jase started to fuck Mitch like his cunt was about to close up shop. He drove him into the ground, pressing his hand into the side of Mitch's face and grinding his brother's body into the leaves. There was no mercy and no further waiting for Mitch to adjust. Every so often, Jase would lift Mitch off of the ground and fuck him doggy style, but eventually Mitch would collapse again into the dirt. They did this for a few minutes and then Jase pulled out. He leaned back and pointed at his cock. <br /><br />"Sit on it." He ordered. <br /><br />Mitch did as he was told. He started to lower himself in the reverse cowgirl position, knowing that Jase, at least when he was in one of his aggressive moods, liked to take him from behind, but Jase grabbed his shoulder and asked him to turn around. <br /><br />Mitch turned to face Jase, and squatted onto his cock. Jase grabbed his muscular legs and wrapped one around him on each side. Mitch got the drift and hung onto Jase's shoulders as Jase lifted him off of the ground.<br /><br />"Hang on, girl." Jase stood up, groaning as he did so. Mitch felt the muscles in both his ass and Jase's shoulders contract and get big. He held on with his left hand as his right drifted down Jase's back, feeling each of the muscular ridges. Then Jase pressed him up against a tree and started to push into him. <br /><br />The fucked like that for a minute or two, Jase's face hanging over Mitch's shoulder, breathing onto his skin and slobbering all over him. When Jase's muscles were finally worn out, he eased Mitch back onto the ground and started to fuck him face to face. <br /><br />"You're getting heavy, babe. You do a nice job keeping yourself looking hot for all the guys that rail you." <br /><br />âThere aren't that many" Mitch said with a grunt. His body still wasn't completely ok with the size of the cock that was coring out his insides. <br /><br />Jase leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "I know that this pussy has seen more cock than most urologists have. I know all about the harem of guys you keep around." He ran his tongue around the inside of Mitch's ear and whispered, "You're a fucking slut, girl, and I love it." <br /><br />Mitch nodded against Jase's shoulder. He loved cock and he loved sex. He wasn't exclusively a bottom anymore, and he did his fair share of fucking, but Jase had awoken a desire deep inside of him that had never gone back to sleep. Whether he was dating a guy or not, he liked to get laid almost every day. He had a long list of fuck-buddies to make sure he didn't have to go without, like a junky stashing his fix all over the house.<br /><br />Jase didn't let up. He drilled Mitch hard, biting at his chest and rubbing his hands all over his body. No one possessed him like this and Mitch felt his own cock start to pulse against his stomach. It raised up and touched Jase's furry belly and that was it. His cum blasted upward, splattering against Jase's torso and then dripping back down onto his shirt. Jase didn't miss a beat, and continued to pummel Mitch's hole until finally he buried his cock all the way in and wrapped his arms around Mitch. <br /><br />His whole body pulsed as he squeezed Mitch as hard as he could. He pushed his hips forward in short thrusts, already buried to the hilt, and shoved Mitch a few inches through the leaves. His seed was planted deep inside his little brother and when he was finally done, he rubbed Mitch's hard stomach. <br /><br />"There you go girl." He said, "Now you got my baby in your belly." <br /><br />Mitch exhaled, wrapping his legs around his brother's big body, trying to keep him from moving away, but there was no way to stay together forever. Jase untangled himself and stood up. He grabbed Mitch's thong from the ground and cleaned the cum from both of their bodies. Then he slipped on his gym shorts and stuck the gear into his pocket. Mitch put his pants back on and soon they were headed back to the car. <br /><br />When they cleared the woods, the two men were still sitting there. They looked like they had been interrupted, maybe they were making out. Jase reached into his pocket and tossed them the thong. <br /><br />"Are these yours or his?" One of the guys asked. <br /><br />"Part mine, part his. You can figure out what belongs to who." <br /><br />As they walked away, Jase reached into the back of Mitch's shorts and manhandled his ass, putting on a show for the two guys. The same guy called out, "Your boyfriend is hot." <br /><br />Jase turned around, his smile big and his cock tenting the front of his shorts. "He's not my boyfriend, dude. He's my little brother." <br /><br />---------------------------------------------<br />More to come in the next few days. Thanks for reading, guys! - Charlie.<br />Charlie709@yahoo.com<br /><br /><br />C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-141904921799098572017-06-23T12:56:00.001-07:002017-06-23T12:56:04.476-07:00Gym Buddies, Part 4----------------------------------------<br />Gym Buddies, Chapter 4<br />C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com<br />cceroticstories.blogspot.com<br />charliessmut.tumblr.com<br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />Last time: During a sexual encounter with Dylan, he topped me for the first time and claimed me as his own. Jordan, who I had blown once at the gym, has been out of the picture ever since.<br /><br />That night, Dylan and I went from being two guys who had hooked up a few times to full on, though unofficial, boyfriends, and he was unlike anyone I had ever been with before. <br /><br />On the one hand, Dylan was possessive. He wanted me to be with him when he wasn't at work or in school, and he wanted me to be next to him when we were hanging out. His hands were always on my shoulder, my back, grabbing at my ass, and he was constantly trying to kiss me. When we were in public, it was a little embarrassing. At the same time, it got me hot every single time. When he slipped his hand into my pants as we walked down the street, it put me in the mood for more, and he was always demanding about sex. If he wanted a blow-job and I didn't pick up on his signals, he would grab my neck and pull my head into his junk.<br /><br />At the same time, despite his possessiveness, his aggression, and his constant cockiness, he was the most loving and romantic guy I'd ever dated. He was affectionate, caring, and, well, into me. Things got serious fast, and I soon realized I was ignoring the rest of my life. <br /><br />I ran into Jordan at the gym after about two weeks of being holed up in either my bedroom or Dylan's. He grabbed my neck and rubbed my hair before saying, "Looks like Dylan finally got sick of you." <br />
<a name='more'></a><br />"Uh," I said, "I guess we've both sort of disappeared." <br /><br />"Married yet?" <br /><br />âYou're just jealous because you lost your wing man." <br /><br />"Gotta say, Dylan falls for guys hard, but never this hard. He's all bound up in you." <br /><br />I blushed. I had never felt this way. I'd dated some guys, but with Dylan I felt like a cartoon character with hearts in my eyes and a throbbing chest. <br /><br />The following night I went to Dylan's place to watch the NBA Finals. Dylan was wearing jeans and a t-shirt like always. He was spread out on one end of the couch, his body open and wide. I put a six pack of beer on the table and sat down next to him. Dylan put his arm around me and pulled me into him, kissing at my neck. <br /><br />We watched the first quarter of the game, and as usual Dylan was handsy as hell. Jordan came home from the gym around halftime. He had run the two miles back to the apartment, and sweat dripped down the sides of his chiseled face. A thick vein ran from the base of his wrist, up over his bicep, and over his shoulder into his chest. His long hair, normally blown out or styled, was damp and pushed behind his ears. His hat was on backwards and he smiled widely as soon as he walked in. He strutted over to the couch and dropped himself between Dylan and I. <br /><br />Jordan put one hand around each of our necks. It only took a few seconds for his pit sweat to soak through the fabric of my t-shirt. His warm, moist aroma spread over me. I looked over at Dylan, who rolled his eyes, and then grabbed his crotch.<br /><br />Jordan turned to me and whispered in my ear, "You know what I know that you don't know?" <br /><br />"What?"<br /><br />"I know that if I want to get a blow-job from Dylan it requires sweat and a third guy. This guy never tells anyone, but he's a sucker for jocks. He can't get enough of a guy's hard body, throbbing from a workout, dripping with heat, sweat, and testosterone. He'll pretend to ignore me, but he's going to be on my dick within an hour.â<br /><br />Then he ran his tongue around the inside of my ear.<br /><br /> When the quarter ended, we all walked to the kitchen to get more beer, and I could see that Dylan had a healthy bulge in his pants. He winked and I knew that he would fuck me senseless when he got a chance. His sexual energy didn't have a maximum. It just kept building up until he got some release. <br /><br />Jordan pulled Dylan close. I had never seen Dylan caught off guard before, but I could tell that Jordan was getting to him and he didn't want me to know. He didn't want his manhood called into question in front of his new guy. Here he was, a huge top, all aggression and control, and a sweaty stud like Jordan had him squirming. <br /><br />"Look at you two, sitting here with hard-ons. Maybe we should play around." <br /><br />I had my phone out and was trying to get a shot of Jordan in his gear; he looked too beautiful to let the moment pass. Before I could snap the photo, Dylan reached across the couch and grabbed my phone from my hands. He bounded off the couch, smoothed out his shorts and started to look through my pictures. <br /><br />"Dude,â I said standing up, "We don't know each other well enough for you to be digging in there." <br /><br />"What'd you think I'll find? It's not like I haven't seen you with a dick in your mouth." <br /><br />I reached out to take the phone back from Dylan but he passed it to Jordan. I then reached for Jordan and he passed it back to Dylan. I paused, recognizing that Dylan had done this to take the attention away from his cock, which was still tenting the front of his pants. It was the kind of game that Dylan loved. On the one hand it was old-fashioned ribbing. On the other, he got to humiliate me by treating me like a child. <br /><br />I decided to end the game by rushing Jordan to get the phone. As soon as I did, he wrestled me to the floor. I'm fairly well matched with Jordan, but soon Dylan was in the game too. He held me down, squeezing me to the floor and pushing down my shoulders. I had two hundred and fifty pounds of man on top of me, grinding my body into the floor. Jordan was looking down at me, laughing. I wasn't sure if I was going to blush or blow a load in my shorts, but I was ready for this to end. <br /><br />"I give up," I said with a smile. I leaned up and kissed Dylan, "You win." <br /><br />"I win" Jordan said. "I've got two guys on the floor in front of me and both of them are bonafide cocksuckers" Jordan pawed the lump of flesh between his legs and his gym shorts didn't hide any of the details. When he slipped the waistband down, I saw the top of a jockstrap.<br /><br />I was soon on my knees with Dylan behind me. He grabbed my head and pushed it into Jordan's crotch. He rubbed my face into the damp fabric, pushing me up underneath Jordan's nuts and deep into his crack. Jordan almost fell over, but stabilized himself and soon his hand was on the back of my head too. Then Dylan's fingers dug into my hair and pulled me out into the cool air. He squatted down and kissed me, running his nose all over my chin and cheeks. <br /><br />"You smell like cock, dude. Better watch it or guys are going to get the wrong idea." <br /><br />"Yeah," Jordan said, "You wouldnât want anyone to find out your big secret." <br /><br />Dylan joined in. "Big man, walks around like he's a beast, but in the end, he's got a cock hunger that can only be filled by a studs like us." <br /><br />"Dude," Jordan said suddenly. "I didn't tell you about the best part of getting a blow-job from this dude. I made him bark like a dog. The fucker literally looked up at me and barked in order to get a taste of my dick." <br /><br />"Really?" Dylan said looking down at me. "I mean, I knew you were sort of a bitch in the bedroom, but barking? You're more fucked up than I thought." <br /><br />He rubbed my head quickly, smiling to let me know that he was joking around rather than criticizing me. <br /><br />Jordan laughed and then walked out of the room. He came back in holding a dildo in his hand. It was one of the cheap rubber kinds, and I didn't ask why he had it. He tossed it across the room and then looked at me. <br /><br />"Fetch."<br /><br />That was it. Just one word. Dylan stared at me. I wasn't sure if I wanted to do it. Before I'd met these two guys, I had entertained a few submissive fantasies, but I had never considered acting on them. The only time I even bottomed was with guys I dated. Yet, when Dylan opened me up, he did something to me. It was like a floodgate opened in my mind. Now, I got off on it. The humiliation of fetching a dildo for a twenty-five year old stud got me going. <br /><br />I crawled across the room on my hands and knees and picked up the dildo in my mouth. Then I bounded back to Jordan and dropped it at his feet. Jordan smiled from ear to ear while Dylan shook his head. <br /><br />"What do you think, dude?" Jordan said to Dylan, "I think I should get him a leash or something. Do you think I could teach him to get me a beer?" <br /><br />"He already brings you beer. Fuck, I'll get you a beer. You don't have to treat my man like a bitch in order to get beer."<br /><br />"Seriously?" Jordan said, "You treat this guy like you own him, but I make him fetch me a dildo like a dog and you're pissed?" <br /><br />"You want him to be your dog, have at it. I'm just saying it's not my thing. He's not my bitch, he's my man." Dylan grabbed my chin and stared into my eyes, "My man" he said emphasizing the first word. <br /><br />Dylan lifted me up to my feet. He kissed me hard on the mouth, shoving his tongue between my teeth, shoveling his spit in with it. It was a wet, sloppy kiss, and I felt completely invaded by him. When he pulled away he looked me in the eyes for a moment. <br /><br />"Yours." I said softly. <br /><br />In a flash his hand was in my pants, rubbing my cock and reaching for my balls. "Don't forget it,â then he looked at Jordan, "You can make him bark and shit, but you're not going to collar him. If a collar ever goes around this neck, I'm going to be the one to put it on." <br /><br />"Got it." Jordan said. <br /><br />Dylan bounded off into the kitchen to grab a beer and while he was gone, Jordan looked at me. "You know, he's never been this possessive. Usually after three weeks, he's ready to give a guy up. He's into you." <br /><br />"It's freaking me out." I said. <br /><br />"You're not into him?" <br /><br />"Totally into him. I just don't get it. I've never felt, I don't know, I've never been with a guy who is this into me. I'm worried I'm going to fuck it up." <br /><br />Dylan walked back in. "Stop talking about me." He tossed Jordan a beer and then as he got closer, he put a hand on the middle of his broad chest and shoved him backward into the couch. Then he pushed me onto the couch too. Without a word, Dylan dropped to his knees and pulled Jordan's shorts down. <br /><br />He was wearing a gray cotton jock and there was a dark blotch that covered about a quarter of it. The guy pulled amazing boners, thick wet ones. Dylan fished it out of the pouch and slipped it into his mouth. He started to suck on the tip, with Jordan moaning, and soon one of Jordan's hands was on his shoulder. I watched as Jordan massaged Dylan's shoulders and back, never taking control, but maintaining some contact and giving something back. <br /><br />Jordan leaned forward and pulled his shirt off. Then he grabbed my head and shoved it into his armpit. I'd already spent a few minutes soaking in his cock sweat, but his pits were so much better, wetter with a deeper, muskier smell. I licked at his skin, digging into the hair. Jordan was the kind of guy who shaved most of his body, but his pits each contained thick tufts of dark hair surrounded by hard muscle. I ran my hand over his stomach and flanks. <br /><br />In a move that almost seemed rehearsed, Jordan raised his legs up onto the coffee table. With one hand he pushed my head down his body and with the other he pushed Dylan under his junk, toward his asshole. <br /><br />"There you go, dude. Fucking sweaty jock asshole just for you. Get at it. You make me feel good enough, maybe I'll let you fuck me again." <br /><br />I looked up at Jordan, wondering if he was serious. "It only happened once, and I was drunk."<br /><br />Dylan pulled out just as Jordan's cock was falling out of my mouth. "He wasn't that drunk," Dylan said before kissing me. <br /><br />I licked his cheek, "Now you're the one that smells like dick." <br /><br />Jordan's hands returned to both of our skulls. He pushed me back into his bush and pushed Dylan back into his ass. "Fuck bro, that feels good." He pulled his dick out of my mouth and squeezed it. A thick glob of precum oozed out. He scooped it up with his finger and then rubbed it behind Dylanâs ear. The two guys were friends, but they clearly enjoyed fucking with each other. A moment later, Jordan jumped up. <br /><br />"Watch the teeth." <br /><br />"Sorry, got a little too excited." <br /><br />Now standing, Jordan finished his beer and burped loudly. He looked at Dylan and raised an eyebrow. "You think he's game?" <br /><br />Dylan looked at me and then back at Jordan, "We haven't done it, but yeah, he'll be into it." <br /><br />âWhat?â I asked. <br /><br />"He wants to piss on you." Dylan said. Then he smiled and nipped at my shoulder. His hand ventured down my back and played with my asshole again, "So do I." <br /><br />He was leading me to the bathroom before I had a chance to consider it. Jordan was in front of me, his perfect ass bouncing with every step. Honestly, the guy was so hot that once I was boned up there was almost nothing that I wouldn't do for him. Add to that the fact that it would get Dylan hot, and I was totally game.<br /><br />When I was kneeling in the bathtub, Jordan stood up over me, big and wide and muscular. "Look up at him." Dylan said, "And ask him for it." <br /><br />"Please," I said, looking right into Jordanâs eyes, Then suddenly I blushed, more embarrassed to ask than afraid to actually do it. I hesitated. <br /><br />"Look at this cock." Dylan said to me, holding Jordan's dick in his hand. Then he groped his own dick, "And look at this one. If you love these dicks, you've got to love everything about them. Trust me, when that thick stream hits your chest, you're going to love it." <br /><br />I looked at Jordan a second time, he was still grinning stupidly. Jordan was sort of like a golden retriever. On some level, even when he was trying to get himself off, he was still interested in pleasing others. What he loved most about the current scenario was that he knew I would love it and that Dylan would love it. <br /><br />"Piss on me, bro." I said softly. <br /><br />His dick thickened and before I knew what was happening his wide piss slit opened up and a stream of hot liquid slammed into my chest. The thick arc drilled into my torso. A moment later, Dylan had joined in, blasting the other side of my chest. I was just starting to get a grip on the situation, figuring out whether I liked it, when Jordan moved his stream up over my face and hit me in the forehead. He moved it away quickly, but a cascade of piss washed over my face. <br /><br />I let some of it into my mouth, surprised that it tasted a little salty, but otherwise fine. I had expected something bitter, but an afternoon of beer drinking had helped water it down. <br /><br />Getting into the game, I realized that my dick was rock hard, and I reached down to grab it. As I started to jerk myself off in front of these two beautiful men, I opened my mouth and was almost instantly greeted with two streams. I took it into my mouth, let it run down my chest, and then swallowed a mouthful. Dylan grinned wildly.<br /><br />When it was over, somebody turned on the shower and rinsed me off with warm water. Then a towel was thrown over me. Four hands at first, and then two, rubbed the thick cloth into my skin. The guys were deliberately rough, pushing me around and causing me to trip. I was pushed to my knees when they started to dry my hair and shoved into a man's crotch. <br /><br />Dylan. I knew it right away. I started to lick at whatever flesh I could find. For all our play that afternoon, I hadn't had my mouth on his dick yet. <br /><br />As quickly as it started, he lifted me back to my knees. Dylan was completely naked now, burly and bulky and incredibly sexy. He wasn't the kind of guy I would normally describe as hot, but without his clothes on, he looked masculine and strong. He wasn't necessarily the guy I had been looking for, but a guy I was glad to have found. <br /><br />He kissed me and, as usual, reached around and played with my ass. "If I don't get to fuck you soon, I'm going to die." <br /><br />We bounded into the bedroom, where Jordan was sprawled out on Dylan's bed, stroking his long cock. It glistened from lube and he looked ready for round two. <br /><br />"Get off my bed dude,â Dylan said, "We've got some fucking to do." <br /><br />Jordan grinned and gave his dick a squeeze. A thick drop of precum oozed out of the tip. "First, I know you like it when I rub my sweaty ass all over your sheets, so shut the fuck up. Second, I thought it was my turn to fuck this guy. For some reason, you haven't offered yet." <br /><br />Dylan didn't say anything, but Jordan looked at me and winked. "Get that fat ass over here and sit on my cock. I'm not as big as Dylan, but I fuck like a pro." <br /><br />I had no doubt that it was true. Dylan fucked like an animal. He didn't perform, wasn't looking for an audience or to impress me, he climbed on top of me, covered as much of me as he could, and then forced our bodies together. Jordan would be different. Jordan cared what his body looked like, cared whether about his performance. It would be like fucking a porn-star, which was a different kind of fun. <br /><br />Finally Dylan shook his head. "I'm not sure I'm ready to let you at him, yet." Again his hand was on my ass, his fingers searching for my hole. When he found it, he dug in, "I kind of like that I'm the only guy he gives this up for. Strong top dude, putting out for a stronger stud like me. If he sluts it up with you, it might change things." <br /><br />Jordan sighed. "Whatever, are you going to at least blow me?" <br /><br />"You know what I really want to do." Dylan stated to Jordan. <br /><br />"Never going to happen again." <br /><br />There was a loud sigh from behind me. Dylan grabbed my shoulder and walked me forward to the bed. "Lay down on top of him." he said. <br /><br />I crawled onto Jordan. Dylan positioned me so that I was chest to chest, on my hands and knees, over Jordan. I looked down at the blond stud and then licked at his armpit. He grabbed my chin and kissed me before shoving my face into his chest. I mashed my cheek against his hard pectoral muscle as Dylan grabbed onto my hips and lifted my ass into the air. I felt his knees on either side of me depress the mattress and then he pushed his dick against my asshole. I braced myself for what I knew would be a hard entry. <br /><br />I'd had Dylan's cock inside my body in more ways than I could name. He'd taken me every way possible, sometimes gently rocking me back and forth as our foreheads pressed against each other and sometimes grinding my face into the carpet as he dicked me down. Every time, no matter how it was going to go, it took me a few minutes to get used to his size. His dick was massive, and the human body just wasn't made for something like that. <br /><br />Just as Dylan started to shove in, Jordan grabbed my jaw and directed my head up towards him. "Look at me," he growled. "That's part of what gets me off." I felt his dick bounce against my stomach. He wasn't joking. The guy was super into seeing me get covered by my guy. <br /><br />I winced as Dylan shoved his dick into me. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I had two guys fighting for my attention, but I gave it to Dylan. I turned my head around and met him for a kiss. As his tongue snaked into my mouth, he pushed inch after inch of his cock into me. <br /><br />Jordan laughed and then tussled my hair, "It's like a disappearing act, watching Dylan shove his cock up inside a guy." Then he backed up onto his knees and sat against the headboard. He planted each foot on the bed and lifted his ass a little off the bed. Dylan grabbed my skull and pushed it between Jordan's legs. <br /><br />Jordan loved having his balls and taint licked. He thought it was demeaning and submissive. "Fucking suck my nuts while you take that dick, bitch," he said as he pulled my face into his balls. <br /><br />I was lapping at this ball sack and then Dylan's face was next to mine. He continued to pile drive my asshole, long hard thrusts punching me in the guts, but he dove onto Jordan's dick like it was the last dick on earth. Together, we worked it over, Jordan's hand occasionally coming into play to jerk himself off. <br /><br />"Dirty fucking boys," Jordan groaned as he pulled on his shaft, "Gonna make out with my cum, aren't you? Worship my baby batter like it deserves." <br /><br />Normally it was the kind of comment that would turn Dylan off, but in his sex haze he was willing to be a little submissive, with Jordan at least. <br /><br />Dylan continued to fuck me hard. He pressed his hips against mine and I collapsed into the bed. While he jammed into me, he wrapped his arms around my chest, squeezing the air out of my lungs. I knew he was close. This was the way he got. It was like he was trying to crawl up into me or press us both together into one body. In these last few minutes, I felt like I was being completely owned by the beast. <br /><br />I glanced upward and Jordan had a finger in Dylan's mouth, playing with his lips. The connection between the two men was intense, and I would have been jealous if I hadn't spent enough time with the two of them to know they were playing around. As I watched, Jordan pulled Dylan's mouth open and spit into it. Dylan turned to me and started to make out with me, pushing Jordan's spit into my mouth. <br /><br />"Fuck." Jordan moaned, "Here it fucking comes." <br /><br />Dylan grabbed my head and pulled me back. Then he dove onto Jordan's cock. He took it into his mouth and grabbed the shaft hard. He yanked on Jordan a couple of times and then I saw Jordan's dick start to throb and spasm in his lips. Dylan stared at me the whole time, let me know that I was the main player in this game, at least in his mind. <br /><br />I watched him take Jordan's load into his mouth as his pace in my ass picked up. He was close, his body was spasming and twitching as he tried to retain control. Then he smiled at me and pulled my head back. He came down on me with his whole weight while he shoved his mouth against mine. Just as Jordan's cum was pushed into my mouth, his dick exploded in my ass. <br /><br />We made out while Dylan fucked his load into me. I could tell it was a lot, because it was already running out of my ass. The making out got messy fast, with both of us covered in spit and cum. Dylan licked it off my face while he pushed the last drops of his load up into guts. <br /><br />I was savoring the flavor when Dylan grabbed onto my dick and took it into his fist. He squeezed it hard and then started to jerk me off. I was so boned up that only his touch was enough to put me over the edge. He shoved me forward, his dick still deep inside of me, and pushed me into Jordan cum covered crotch. <br /><br />"Get up in those nuts, boy." Jordan growled, "Fucking lick those stud balls. Take a whiff and get a good taste of all that testosterone and muscle. Think about that for a while before you cum." <br /><br />Jordan opened up his legs and moved his feet up and down my back, then I started to shoot all over the bed. I ground the head of my cock into Dylanâs sheets while he fisted my dick. <br /><br />When it was all over, Dylan moved off of me in one direction and I rolled over in the other, we were facing each other with Jordan's cock between us. It was soft now, but still pretty thick, laying lazily across his muscular thigh. Dylan finally sat up. <br /><br />"That was awesome." <br /><br />"Got a little gay at the end," Jordan said. <br /><br />âThat's what I was thinking when you started to stare into my boyfriends eyes." Dylan added.<br /><br />It was the first time he'd called me his boyfriend, and as soon as he said it our eyes locked. Jordan was already off the bed, but Dylan flashed me a smile to let me know that he wasn't going to walk the comment back. <br /><br />Jordan grabbed a t shirt off the floor. "There's cum on your bed." <br /><br />"I like it." Dylan said. "Reminds me what the bed is for."<br /><br />He rolled over and grabbed onto me, wrapping his legs around my torso. Then he called out to Jordan, âClose the door when you leave, ok?<br />C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-88414638125356819812017-06-21T17:53:00.000-07:002017-06-26T17:53:34.984-07:00Gym Buddies, Part 3Sorry I forgot to get this one up on the blog. Hopefully it will fill in the gap before part 4.<br />
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----------------------------------------<br />Gym Buddies, Chapter 3<br />C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com<br />cceroticstories.blogspot.com<br />charliessmut.tumblr.com<br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />After the encounter with Jordan, I found myself sitting in the sauna, sweat pouring down my body, staring at a text from Dylan. I told him I could get together later that night and then went back to my house. I showered the cum off of my face and started to wonder what was happening to my life. In that moment, it didnât feel like I was living out every gay guy's fantasy. It felt like I had gone off the rails completely. I'd hooked up with two guys, neither of whom seemed to treat me with respect. They used me and then dumped me until they needed me again. I couldn't tell if befriending me and inviting me over had been some kind of stunt or if they really liked hanging around. At 30, it felt like a strange position to be in.<br /><br />It turned out that Dylan wanted to go to the movies. It seemed like a pretty simple request, and I remembered what Jordan had said about Dylan being into me. Despite the shame I felt about hooking up with Jordan, I still had a thing for Dylan. I told him I was game, and he offered to pick me up. <br /><br />It was probably the first time I'd ever been picked up by a guy. When he arrived he was driving an older Jeep, and I crawled in. He grabbed my thigh right way and then leaned over to kiss me. The kiss was quick and tentative, almost like nothing had happened between us. "Glad you came." he said. <br /><br />I didn't know what was going on. This was clearly wasn't a booty call. It felt more like a date. <br /><br />We got to the theater and Dylan paid for both of us. Then he led me up to two seats way in the back. The movie had been out for about a month, and the theater was mostly deserted. There were a couple of couples in the first few rows, but no one within ten feet of us. As soon as we sat down Dylan put his arm around me and pulled me into him. It was a bold move, maybe too aggressive for a first date, but I welcomed it. It had only been a week, and I already felt like Dylan owned me. <br />
<a name='more'></a><br />He rubbed my shoulder as his body pressed against mine. He was warm and solid and he smelled absolutely intoxicating. There was something rugged and sexy about him. He was wearing cologne, but I could smell his body underneath it. The low notes were 100 percent him, 100 percent man. As he pressed into me, I felt his heart beat and I leaned into him when the lights dropped. The movie started and I felt the most relaxed I'd felt in months. <br /><br />We were about a half hour in when Dylan started to rub my chest. It was soft and almost unintentional at first, but then he grabbed my pec and massaged it. His fingers found my nipple through my t shirt, and he twisted it gently. My cock started to thicken, but I didn't want to reach down and adjust it. Instead I squirmed in my seat while he touched me. I suddenly felt like I was fifteen years old, on my first date. <br /><br />His head rested against mine, and I heard him inhale deeply. He moved closer and kissed me softly on my ear. His tongue swirled around it once and then he pulled away. When he moved in again, he kissed me on the cheek and then on my neck. He started to bite at my skin. Jesus fuck, I'm thirty years old and getting a hickey in the movie theater. I'd never been treated this way by a man, never felt so desired and so used at the same time. While he licked and sucked on my neck, his hand moved to my lap. He found the fly of my jeans, unzipped it, and reached inside. <br /><br />He massaged the lump in my briefs, grabbing at my cock and squeezing it his my hand. His fingers dug into my balls and played with those too. His mouth moved to my ear again, and he whispered, "You've got me so hot, dude." He grabbed my hand and put it between his legs. His crotch was steaming and my fingers found the big rod that shot down his pant leg. I grabbed onto it. <br /><br />"See that," he whispered, "You did that to me. I've been thinking about you every day since you came over. Constantly."<br /><br />He nuzzled his nose against the back of my ear, breathing against my neck and sending a shudder of pleasure down my spine. Then he moved his hand away. He knew that he would put me over the edge if he kept working my bulge. Then, unexpectedly, he slipped his fingers into my briefs. He grabbed my balls and rolled them between his fingers, then his fingers dug deeper. <br /><br />He found my hole and pushed in. It wasn't an easy entry without any lube, but his finger slid in as I lifted my ass up to accommodate him. I groaned and then remembered that I was in a theater. I looked around, and everyone was still facing forward. <br /><br />Dylan started to slide his finger in and out of my body. He dug in deep, pushing in as far as he could, and then pulled out. I breathed hard against his cheek. My hand was still on his hard cock, and I rubbed it softly through his jeans. He licked at my ear every so often, but kept going back to my neck, chewing and sucking on the skin. I was going to have a hell of a bruise on Monday when I went to work. Embarrassing, for sure, but worth it. <br /><br />His mouth moved back to my ear. "That's a nice, tight pussy, babe. You think you'll be able to handle me if I go real slow and gentle." His finger moved in and out of me while he talked. I groaned and then whispered yes. <br /><br />"Yeah, I knew when I saw you that you just needed a man to get in there and take care of you. Give you what you need. You want me to be that man?" <br /><br />"Fuck yes," I said. My cock was pulsing and throbbing. I was close. <br /><br />"I'm going to wrap my arms around you, hold you tight, and fill you up. Every last inch is going to be inside of you. You've seen how big it is, but you'll be able to do it. Youâll make me feel good, right?" <br /><br />I moaned an affirmative. Then he pulled his fingers out of my ass and zipped me up. He kept his arm wrapped around me, but the making out stopped. For the rest of the movie, a full hour, my dick never got soft. My hand stayed on the inside of Dylan's thigh, and I settled in against him. The heat coming off of him was intense, and it made me want him even more. <br /><br />When the movie ended, he stood up and flattened out the front of his pants. I'm not a small man, but Dylan seemed huge as he stood over me. His basket was right in front of my face, and I remembered the way that Jordan had pulled me into his sweaty crotch. I would have dove in right there, but I wasn't sure that Dylan would have appreciated the initiative. Something told me that he got off on making me take steps I might not have been ready to take. He'd already fingered me in a movie theater without asking, and I hadn't even considered resisting. I just opened up my legs and let him go at me. <br /><br />He pulled me up into a hug and held me tight. He kissed me on the cheek and said, "I think we should go back to your place. I don't want Jordan distracting us." <br /><br />'Uh, ok," I muttered. <br /><br />I am openly gay, but I wasn't used to public displays of affection. Dylan didn't seem to care at all. Maybe it was because of his size and strength, but he had almost no fear of people knowing that he was gay. I found his confidence incredibly attractive. <br /><br />He wrapped his arm around me as we walked out of the theater, "Jordan told you that I'm into you, didn't he?" <br /><br />"Yeah." I said. <br /><br />"Let's get a beer before we go home. We should at least talk a little before I blow your mind in the bedroom." <br /><br />"You're that good, huh?" <br /><br />"You have no idea." <br /><br />The beer was good. We talked about work and working out and then everything else. Dylan was a cool guy. He ordered the beers and covered the check. He wasn't physically affectionate, but he was clearly flirting with me as we drank. The guy seemed positive about everything, friendly to everyone, and genuinely happy with his life. Over the weeks at the gym I had always viewed him as a sex object rather than a real person, but now I was falling for him hard. I started to understand why Jordan felt like he had to warn me. When Dylan turned on the charm, he was almost irresistible. <br /><br />We left the bar and walked toward his Jeep. As I started to open my door, he slipped in behind me and pressed me against the hard metal. He planted his mouth on mine and then his hand was on my ass, rubbing it and pulling me into him. He used his mouth to part my lips and overwhelmed me with his tongue. His crotch rested against my lower stomach, and I felt his hard cock press against me. He rubbed into me and then broke off the kiss. For a second he stared into my eyes, then he kissed me quickly. <br /><br />"Get in the car," he said gruffly. I obeyed immediately. <br /><br />He drove back to my place. When we arrived, he leaned over the console to kiss me and then let me out. He sat in the idling car. Finally I realized that he was waiting and asked coyly, "Do you want to come in?" He turned the Jeep off and jumped out. "I thought you weren't going to ask." <br /><br />That was, so far as I remember, the only time he let me take the lead that night. I opened the door and he walked straight into the kitchen. "Do you have anything to drink?" <br /><br />I offered him bourbon and he accepted. I admit it was a selfish choice. There are few things I enjoy more than the taste of whiskey on a man. Dylan took a drink and sat down at my kitchen table. His legs were spread wide and he leaned forward on his elbows. He looked like he was getting ready to pounce on me. We talked for a few minutes while we finished our drinks. Then Dylan stood and walked behind me. His hand trailed across the small of my back. He grabbed the bottle, poured us both a few fingers, and then grabbed me by the arm. <br /><br />"Which way to the bedroom?" he asked softly while he held my wrist firmly. <br /><br />Since the moment he picked me up for the movie, there had been no question in my mind about where the night was heading. Dylan had mentioned more than once that he intended to fuck me. He wouldn't have used the word fuck, he clearly wasn't in that kind of mood, but that was what he was going to do. I hadn't been fucked since college and was pretty exclusively a top. Normally if a guy had suggested that he was going to fuck me, I would have resisted him on principle. With Dylan, I had played along the entire time without noticing. Never once did I do anything to stop him from thinking that I wanted it as bad as he did. <br /><br />When we got into the bedroom, Dylan looked around for a second and then approached me. He kissed me again and then pushed me backward onto the bed. I landed with a thud and then Dylan was on top of me. He started to kiss me, running his hands up and down my back, licking at my neck. He was like an animal, wild and out of control. Soon he had my shirt off and was licking at my chest. He ran his fingers through my fur and purred before pushing his face into my body and rubbing his forehead over my pecs. He nipped at my nipple quickly and then moved back to my face. <br /><br />When he kissed my mouth again he ran his tongue over my teeth. He pulled away and grinned. "You taste nice, like whiskey," he said before pushing his tongue into my mouth again. <br /><br />"You smell nice." I said the next time I had a chance. <br /><br />"I picked up on that last time," he said, "That you breath through your nose. I tried hard to smell sexy but also manly. It worked, huh?" <br /><br />"Oh fuck yes." I said. I thrust my pelvis upward so that he could feel my hard cock. <br /><br />"Are you ready to be mine?" he said. <br /><br />"Yours?" <br /><br />"Mine." He repeated. <br /><br />There was no explanation of what he meant, no rules, nothing, but I understood immediately. Jordan had prepared me that day in the sauna. Dylan expected me to be his, to do what he wanted, to make him feel the way he wanted, and in return, I would get all of him back. His big, bulky body on top of mine, his smell, which he thought about before taking me out, and his expert kissing and touching. <br /><br />"I'm ready." I said. <br /><br />"Good." he said, "He kissed me on the cheek and bit at my earlobe. Then he whispered, "There was never any doubt in my mind." <br /><br />His hands started to work on my buckle and soon he had my fly open. He slid down my body, and pulled my pants down almost as fast as he pushed his face into the bulge in my briefs. The guy moved like a porn star. There was never any hesitation or sloppiness. My pants came down without resistance and he started to chew on my hard cock. <br /><br />I groaned. He pushed his face into my briefs and started to rub his nose, forehead, and hair into my junk. I could hear him breathing heavily. Clearly I wasn't the only guy who got off on worshiping another man's cock. He licked at the cotton covered bulge while he looked up at me. His blue eyes were filled with desire, lust, and affection. I reached down and rubbed the back of his head. He let me do it once, and then he took my hand and held onto it as he pushed his face up int the leg of my briefs and sucked my nuts out. <br /><br />He let go of my hand as he held open my briefs and licked at my nuts. He didn't give them too much attention as he stretched the briefs further and started to lick at my asshole. I knew that it was what he wanted, and I lifted my hips to give him more access. He pushed his tongue in, licking at as much skin as he could before pulling away. <br /><br />Dylan stood in front of me on the end of the bed, as I leaned up on my elbows. He started to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time. Then he pulled his undershirt off. His chest was hairy and huge. I knew that his image was purposefully constructed, that, after figuring out that he was gay, he'd figured that he could take advantage of his genetics to make himself into a wet dream for guys like me. He'd succeeded. I groaned as he approached me again. <br /><br />"You're," I stuttered, "You're amazing." <br /><br />He straddled me and I ran my hands over his chest. He reached behind me and started to toy with my hole again. I stared at him as he pushed in. <br /><br />"Itâs been a while, hasn't it." <br /><br />I nodded.<br /><br />"Why?" I could tell in his eyes that he knew the answer. He wanted to hear me say it. <br /><br />"I usually top guys. Almost always." <br /><br />"You never told me that." he said, "Don't worry, I'm used to guys like you. Big bad tops who can't wait to spread their legs and let me at their pussy." <br /><br />He leaned over, one hand still between my legs fondling me, and kissed me. Then he whispered, "When you're with me, it's a pussy. You've already realized that, haven't you." <br /><br />I nodded. <br /><br />He straightened back up and unzipped his jeans. He reached in and pulled his cock out. I'd only seen it once, and I remember it being huge, but seeing it again, it seemed even bigger. "You ever had one like this?" <br /><br />"Not like that." I said, Then I laughed, "I didn't think that cocks like that actually existed before last weekend." <br /><br />Grinning like a sleazy dog, he said, "I'm going to touch you in places you've never been touched before. You and me are going to explore new territory."<br /><br />My heart jumped again. He moved off of me and lifted my legs. He yanked my underwear off and then pulled my ass up against his stomach. He leaned over and started to lick at it. I felt the huge, wet tip of his dick against the my back, bobbing up and down, reminding me of what was coming. Dylan's amazing rim job kept me relaxed, and for whatever reason I knew that it was going to be ok. This monster dick was going to be inside me, and Dylan was going to keep me completely happy while it happened. <br /><br />He grabbed my dick and started to suck on it. He took it all the way down to the root and held his face in my pubes for at least five seconds. It was amazing. I'd never been deep throated before, and the feeling was indescribable. Tight and warm and wet; I could feel his muscles contracting around my shaft. When he pulled off he looked at me and smiled. <br /><br />"Where did you come from?" I asked. <br /><br />"I'm not usually like this." He said, "Seriously, not a lot of guys get me going like you do." <br /><br />I couldnât tell if he was being serious. Dylan was all charm and flirtation. I knew he would say almost anything to get into my pants. He did seem weirdly obsessed with me, Jordan had noticed that too. His words and the way he was treating me werenât just turning my dick on, they were turning my heart on too, and I tried to hold back. I tried to recognize his performance for what it was. <br /><br />After another five minutes of rimming and sucking, he rested me back down on the bed. I flipped over quickly and crawled on my hands and knees toward him. I took his big dick into my mouth and ran my tongue over the head. As I did, I felt Dylan pour lube down my ass crack. He leaned over me and started to rub the cool gel into my hole. He worked it in with two fingers, and then finally three. I knew it wouldnât be enough. This was going to be a wild ride no matter how relaxed I was. As he fingered me, his precum oozed out into my mouth. I sucked it all up, and then moved my mouth to the base of his dick, running my tongue through his short pubes. <br /><br />Finally, he pulled away. As I stared at his huge cock, he squeezed a pile of lube onto the shaft and spread it around. Then he looked me int he eyes, "You ready?" <br /><br />"For what?" I said, trying to be coy.<br /><br />"To be mine," he said. That word again. Mine. I still didn't understand everything that it meant, I just knew that I wanted it. Jordan said that Dylan used his guys hard. Well, I guess I was ready to be used. <br /><br />"Ready." I said. <br /><br />He smiled and then he pushed me onto my back. He leaned over me, and kissed me again. This time, he rested the full weight of his body on me. I felt all 220 pounds of man compress my body and push the air out of my lungs. His hands held me tight and I almost believed that our bodies were merging. When he released me, it felt like some part of me was gone. In just thirty seconds I had become accustomed to his weight on top of me. <br /><br />He lifted my legs again and placed the head of his dick against my hole. It felt huge and I tensed up. Dylan felt it and rubbed my leg. <br /><br />"Relax, babe. I'm never going to hurt you. Always remember that. If you listen to me and trust me, youâll always end up enjoying yourself. <br /><br />I didnât respond and Dylan began to push forward. My body didn't want to let him in, but eventually the head of his big cock pushed past my defenses and into my body. I gasped and then groaned from the feeling, not exactly painful but not pleasant either, just the strangely familiar feeling of being stretched out and opened up. <br /><br />As my mouth hung open, Dylan bent over me and kissed me. He exhaled into my mouth, pushing his breath into my lungs. I closed my eyes and just let the experience overwhelm me as he slowly inched into my ass. I started to feel some pain. As an instinctual reaction I reached down to push him away. My hand touched the shaft of his cock and I realized that he was only halfway home. I started to panic as I worried that there was no way I could take it all. <br /><br />Dylan reacted by kissing me, softly and gently. He held me behind my shoulder blades and we rocked slowly back and forth, his cock moving around inside of me. I didn't even notice that he was making progress until I felt his pubes rubbing against my balls. When he bottomed out, he leaned up and looked down at me. <br /><br />"I told you I'd be gentle," he said. <br /><br />It was hard to believe that he'd managed to do it without stabbing my insides. I had no idea how long we'd been at it, probably fifteen minutes at least. He'd kissed me and rubbed me and slowly opened me up, and now, like he said, he was touching me in places I'd never been touched before. <br /><br />Dylan pulled his dick most of the way out and thrust it all back in this time. It hurt a little, but it wasn't anything that I couldnât handle. Then he started to fuck me. When Dylan screwed, it was a full body experience. His mouth touched me, his hands touched me, and he wanted my hands on him. As he picked up the pace I occasionally stiffened up from discomfort, but most of the time it wasn't that bad. The good completely outweighed the bad. <br /><br />Then, all at once, Dylan pulled out of me. "Alright, babe, that was the making love part. Now for the fucking part." <br /><br />I grabbed his shoulder and ran a finger through his chest hair. "We have to do both tonight?" <br /><br />"Oh yeah," he said as he grabbed my hip and flipped me over. "This is the part where I make you mine." <br /><br />He had me on my stomach and told me to get up on all fours. As soon as my ass was in the air his hands were on my hips and his cock smashed back into me. My mouth opened up with a yelp, but I didnât have time to make a noise. He pulled back out and slammed back in. My face fell into the bedspread, and I bit down hard on the fabric. <br /><br />Dylan fucked me senseless for at least ten minutes. He used me like a sex toy, took my ass, and made it his own. When he did kiss me, it was accompanied by a bite. His teeth dragged across the back of my neck and his fingers twisted my nipples. The stimulation was almost non-stop, and it was the one thing that took my mind off of the epic dick down that my ass was getting. <br /><br />He grunted and panted as he fucked, but otherwise the dirty talk and teasing ended. Just when I wasn't sure I could take much more, he leaned over me and his chest rested against my back. I could feel his sweaty skin stick to mine. His tongue pressed against the back of my ear. <br /><br />"Here it comes babe. There's no turning back after this. You sure you want it?" <br /><br />"Fucking give it to me." <br /><br />"You're going to be my everything. My boyfriend, my girlfriend, and my bitch. You understand?" <br /><br />He punctuated the question with a massive thrust up into my gut. It was like he was threatening me. Reminding me that he could make this bad for me if he wanted to.<br /><br />"I understand." I said. <br /><br />Dylan pushed his fingers into my mouth and grabbed me by the lower jaw. He held onto my teeth hard as he slammed into my ass. The whole bed was rocking and creaking, the headboard was banging against my wall. I knew that my neighbors would be able to hear, and I was a little embarrassed, not just by the rough fucking, but from Dylan's constant talking. They would know that I was the one getting fucked. Unlike my other sexual encounters, it was clear this time that I wasn't on top. <br /><br />"Gonna fill you up full, fag." he growled, "Gonna put a baby in this belly."<br /><br />His head was right behind mine, and between the comments, I listened to him breath heavily. Then he buried his dick deep inside of me and collapsed on top of me. The weight of his massive body was too much to hold up, and I fell down into the bed. Dylan landed on top of me. His legs wrapped around mine and his hands stayed in my mouth. His whole body pulsated as he dropped his nut inside of me. <br /><br />"There you go. You gotta a little piece of me in you now." He grunted. His thrusts got hard again, pushing up into me, knocking into things and parts of me that I didn't know existed. With each deep thrust, I groaned and whined. It felt good, but it also hurt like a motherfucker. <br /><br />"Yeah," he whispered as he licked the back of my ear, "Get used to that feeling. Me inside of you. When I pull out, you're going to feel so unbelievably empty. You're never going to be the same again." <br /><br />It might sound strange, but I knew that what he was saying was true. There was no way that I was going to be able to break free of this guy's spell. I was already thinking about him nearly every waking moment of my day. Now that he'd done this to me, said these things to me, opened me up like he had, there was no way I would be able to get away from him. I was his until he decided to toss me out. <br /><br />Dylan rolled off my back when his dick started to soften. He flopped over next to me, legs open, and put his hands behind his back. When I looked at him, he was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. Completely unlike Jordan, his body was bulky and hairy. He looked muscular, but like a football player rather than a model. His dick was resting on his thigh, slowly deflating, still shiny with cum. <br /><br />Never in my life had I sucked a dick after it had been inside of me, but Dylan didn't even need to ask. I crawled down between his legs and sucked the tip of his dick into my mouth, licking up the salty taste of his cum. Then I nuzzled into his balls and licked the sweat and cock slime from them too. Dylan cupped the back of my head. <br /><br />"You and me, man. We're going to have a hell of a time together."<br /><br />---------<br />More to come guys. Hope you liked this one. Charlie â cosmic709@yahoo.com.<br /><br />C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-53373622005708784232017-06-04T14:36:00.003-07:002017-08-18T09:17:18.334-07:00Teaching My Son A Lesson, Part 7----------------------------------------<br />
Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 7<br />
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com<br />
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Sean's obsession with Chaz only increased over the next week. The two guys continued to hook up almost every day after school and Sean was still sucking off Sam during the school day. Chaz reminded Sean frequently that he had no desire for a boyfriend, and Sean seemed ok with that at first. He was happy to play around with a hot guy, and Chaz actually played with him back. Sean was now getting his dick sucked pretty regularly, and, as long as he behaved at home, I was ok with that. <br />
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The one thing that I absolutely did not allow was for Sean to fuck Chaz. I reminded him every night as I drilled him that his dick wasn't made for fucking. I whispered it in his ear as I drove my load home, letting him know that his body exists to help men get off. No matter how much Chaz wanted it, Sean was absolutely forbidden from giving it to him. <br />
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Chaz wanted it, but it was pretty clear that he didn't want it from Sean. During almost every encounter Chaz had with my son, he talked about me, dropping hints that he thought I was sexy. Sean played into the comments and talked me up. Finally, I told Sean that he should ask Chaz over after school. A few days later, Chaz was sitting at our kitchen table. Sean was ârunning late,â and I was alone with Chaz.<br />
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With young guys, I have a strategy. They want you to seem mature, to be a daddy type, but also want you to be sexy. I put on some hot gear that really hugged my ass and showed off my thick, hairy legs, and an expensive white t shirt. In the mirror, I thought I looked pretty sexy. I looked my age, but fit and well put together. <br />
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Chaz showed up at the house, smiling from ear to ear, and looking hot as hell. Once we were sitting at the table, I started to talk with Chaz about my workout routine, complementing him on his body while drawing his attention to mine. After a minute or two, I grabbed my pec and told him that I was worried that they were too small. <br />
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"I think they're fine, sir," Chaz said. <br />
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"Really," I said, "Cause they feel small to me. Here, feel this." <br />
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I grabbed his hand and placed it on my chest, right over my heart. I knew that Chaz could feel it beating, could feel the hair underneath my shirt, and could feel my body heat. He held his hand there for a moment and then pulled away. <br />
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"I'm telling you, sir," he said, "You look fine." <br />
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"Maybe" I walked behind him and grabbed one of his shoulders. I pressed into it, massaging the flesh, "It's just not easy when you're my age. A guy your age can just lift a few pounds and get awesome shoulders like these." <br />
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I played into his vanity, and it was working. He kept squirming in his chair, looking at me, and blushing. I was standing behind him, rubbing his shoulders, and I began to push my hand down onto his chest. His body stiffened, but otherwise he didn't fight me. His body was warm and his breathing was intense. There was a vitality to the kid, a kind of confident strength, that Sean didn't have yet. I wanted him between my legs. I wanted to add him to my collection. <br />
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I pressed my hard bulge into the back of Chaz' skull. He leaned back and pressed his head against it. I pulled my hands away immediately, as if it was all an accident. <br />
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"Sorry, Chaz," I said, "You're kind of, I don't know, there's just something about you that turns me on. I can't help it." <br />
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"It's fine," Chaz said, "I get it." <br />
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I looked at the lump between his legs and then up at his face. I rubbed his chest again, and this time I let my finger pass over his nipple. I didn't squeeze or pinch it, but just paid it a little attention.<br />
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"I noticed." I said to him, staring daggers at his crotch. <br />
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I moved my body so that my crotch was near the side of his head instead of behind him. Then I grabbed his chin and turned his face so that he was looking up at me. His eyes were watery and his face looked young, maybe even afraid. I pulled his cheek against the mound in my crotch, letting him feel my heat and smell my smell, then I turned my body just enough, and Chaz responded. He turned toward me and started to mouth the lump between my legs. <br />
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"Yeah, that's a good boy," I cooed. "Show me how much you want my cock." <br />
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He made a low noise, almost like a growl, and then he started to lick and chew on my bulge. When he had me rock hard, I opened up my fly and let him at my package. My dick pointed toward my thigh, and the last three inches were jutting out of the mesh pouch of my jockstrap. Chaz licked the tip and then made his way down my shaft. His mouth was all over my dick, licking at it and taking in the smell of a real man. When he had it all good and wet I pulled on the pouch and let my nuts fall out. <br />
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"Get on those nuts, Chaz. Get them churning." <br />
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He slipped off of the chair and onto his knees. Kneeling in front of me, he looked up at my body and then sucked one of my nuts into his mouth. He lapped at my balls, burying his face between my legs, occasionally tonguing my taint. A big drop of precum had just formed at the head of my dick when Sean appeared in the doorway. Chaz hadn't noticed.<br />
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With Sean watching, I pulled out my cock and ran my fingers up the shaft. A big drop of pre-fuck oozed out of the tip. I pushed my cockhead into Chaz's face and his big tongue came out and lapped it all up. I smiled at him and then pushed his face back into my nuts. <br />
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Sean walked over slowly and then knelt down next to Chaz. As soon as he sat down, Chaz noticed him and startle. I rubbed the side of his face, and pulled him back into my body. Sean took the head of my dick into his mouth and licked at it before taking it down to the root. Then he started to lick on the shaft. I pulled Chaz up to my dick and got him licking at it too. Soon, the boys were sucking on my cock and on each others tongues. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life. <br />
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"There you go, boys. Make out with my cock." I said, "One of you fuckers is going to have this rod buried all the way up his hole. Whoever impresses me the most can get it." <br />
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They both started to lick and suck me harder. Sean, knowing exactly what I like, dove deep between my legs and licked at my balls, taint, and asshole. He ground his face into my body, covering himself with my sweat. When he pulled out, his hair was messed up and he was wearing his best, "come fuck me face." <br />
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"Much as I'd like to core you a new asshole, son, I think your buddy is going to get my dick today." I said as I leaned over and shoved a hand down the back of Chaz's jeans. His ass was firm, like Sean's, only there was more of it. He had two, big, round cheeks, and I couldn't wait to see what was waiting for me between them. <br />
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I pulled Chaz up to his feet and slowly undid his fly. Then I wrapped my hands around him and pushed his pants to the floor. His ass was perfect, almost as nice as Sean's, and I slapped it twice before I motioned for the three of us to go into the living room. When we got there, I flopped down on the couch and pulled Chaz toward me. <br />
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"Sit on my face, stud, and I'll get you ready for this big cock." <br />
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Chaz bent over me and started to squat down. He had a nice set of balls, but I couldn't see much of his cock. It was rock hard and pressed up against his stomach. As he lowered himself, I got a nice look at his asshole. Tight and shaven clean, it was clear that the guy had been fucked before. No guy who doesn't take it up the ass bothers to shave his asshole.<br />
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I dug into the dude's hole and started to work at loosening him up. The kid was absolutely ready for it, practically begging for it. His body yielded to my touch and he moved wherever I wanted him to move. He smelled and tasted delicious, clean, and sexy, and young. <br />
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As I ate his asshole, Chaz worked over my big cock. He was a good cocksucker, not nearly as good as Sean, but pretty good for a guy who wasn't a total fag. When Sean made out with my dick, it was like he was worshiping it, praying to it, begging it to show him a little bit of love in return. That kind of unthinking devotion was lacking in Chaz's blow-job, but it was still pretty awesome. <br />
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Then I felt a familiar mouth on my balls and knew that I was in for a treat. Sean was licking my taint, pushing my legs up further and further so that he could get at my ass. Together, the two guys shared my cock and balls, focusing on different parts for a while, but then meeting in the middle and moving around my junk in tandem. <br />
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I pulled my head out of Chaz's ass and looked down at the two young guys working over my dick, touching tongues and swapping spit as the did it. They were sexy together, a cute couple that would have all the guys turning and looking in their direction. Sean had told me that Chaz was uninterested in a relationship, but I couldn't help but think what a good thing it would be for my son if he could find a regular companion who would pull him out of his shell and help him accept who he is. <br />
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Pushing Chaz off of me, I sat back up on the couch. Sean barely moved his mouth from my nuts while I shifted, while Chaz broke away and sat up himself. I pulled Sean from my crotch by the hair and stared at him. He looked up at me and smiled; I rewarded him by spitting into his mouth. <br />
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"I hear that you've been giving it to my son." I said to Chaz. He seemed shocked by the question for a moment until he realized that I probably wasn't going to be bothered by their relationship. <br />
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"Yeah." he said with a smile. <br />
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"You want to show me how you do him? Want to show me how you can be a big strong man by dicking down a slut like Sean?" <br />
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Chaz blushed and looked at the floor. He didn't say anything. <br />
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"I want you to show off for me. Get me hot by showing me what that lean sexy body can do. If you can get my dick dripping and my mind into it, I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked, but you've got to earn it." <br />
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I didn't let him respond. Instead, I grabbed onto Sean's head and shoved it into Chaz's crotch. Then I grabbed one of Chaz's hands and placed it on Sean's head. "Show me." I said softly. <br />
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I leaned in and sidled up next to Chaz, pressing my body against his. Then I wrapped my arm around his neck and rubbed his torso. Sean was bobbing up and down on his dick, and I watched as Chaz's fingers dug into this scalp. <br />
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"There you go," I whispered. Then I leaned in and licked his ear, "Make him take the whole thing." <br />
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Chaz froze up, so I took the hand that was resting on his stomach and placed it on the top of Sean's head. I pushed my son down. He gagged and pulled away. I let him catch his breath and then pushed him down again. This time, he took the whole of Chaz's cock into his mouth, and the stud groaned. <br />
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"See, let him make you feel good. That's how he works. Look at his cock." <br />
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Sean's cock, which had been fairly soft, was now rock hard. A little bit of control always turned him on. Chaz got the message and started to push Sean around more. He didn't totally dominate him like I would or like Sam would, but he was at least putting himself in charge. <br />
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"Now smack him with it." I said. <br />
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Chaz pulled his dick out of Sean's mouth and tapped him on the face a few times. Sean smiled and then grabbed the root of Chaz's cock and slapped himself hard enough to leave a red mark. Then he dove back onto Chaz's balls. <br />
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"You wanna fuck him for me? Think you can fuck a load out of him? I can do it but I think that I'm the only one. Think you can work that boy-hole well enough to get him squirting?" <br />
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"I think I already have." Chaz said. The way he looked at me was a mix of flirtation and an attempt to make me see him as a man. Guys his age will do almost anything to make a man they perceive as a father figure happy. Chaz, who was oversexed and incredibly beautiful, was dying for a man to approve of him.<br />
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"Bend him over the couch and show me," I said. <br />
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Chaz did just that, and he displayed a sudden aggression as he did it. He shoved Sean over the couch, bending him in half and moving his hips to exactly where he wanted him to be. I tossed him some lube that I kept in the living-room table and he squeezed it out onto his cock. Then he drove into Sean. Sean gasped and opened his mouth, but more from pleasure and surprise than from pain. When Chaz was all the way up inside of him, Sean looked over at me and smiled. My boy was a whore for cock and there wasn't any sense in trying to hide it. When it came to dick, the kid couldn't get enough. <br />
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I walked in front of him and shoved my cock into his face. Surprisingly, Chaz reached out and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his mouth up to my dick and then shoving his head down onto it. The two of us started drilling my boy; Chaz was taking him from behind as I filled up his mouth. I wasn't exactly fucking his face, wasn't able to concentrate enough to make that work, but he occasionally took my cock to the root. In these moments, I leaned forward and groped Chaz's body, taking advantage of the young naked man that I had in front of me. <br />
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Chaz grinned and panted like a dog while I twisted his nipples but at some point I realized that we were both completely ignoring Sean. He was in hog heaven, of course, but he wasn't getting the attention he needed. I dropped to my knees and kissed him full on the lips, feeling his breath pushing into my lungs as he grunted and gasped. I made out with him, pushing my tongue into his mouth and letting him push back. Sean always got a little aggressive when he had a cock inside of him. It was like it woke up some hidden confidence that he was afraid of when he wasn't getting laid. When he was in it, totally in the moment, he could admit to himself how much he loved men. He could act on his total and complete devotion to the masculinity. <br />
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When I broke away Sean groaned and went back to staring at the floor and my legs. I looked at Chaz and told him to flip Sean over. He did so and soon he was fucking him missionary, looking right into my boy's eyes. I got behind Sean and started to whisper in his ears. <br />
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"Look at this dude, son. Look at this stud." I said to him. "You want to make him feel good, don't you? Show him how much you appreciate what he's doing to you." <br />
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As Chaz continued to pound Sean's ass, Sean moved his hands over Chaz's body and started to rub his chest and then his back. Chaz responded by bringing their bodies together, and though he didn't kiss Sean, he started to lick his neck and nip at the skin. Sean responded by burying himself in Chaz's neck and for a few minutes they remained locked together, with Chaz's ass rhythmically pulsating as he pumped Sean full of cock and Sean's legs moving up and down the back of Chaz's thighs, trying to pull him deeper into his body. <br />
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When they broke apart, even Chaz seemed surprised. I bent over again and whispered into Sean's ear, quietly enough that Chaz wouldn't be able to hear me. "You see son, that's the way you get a stud to love you. If you love him, treat him like the man he is, he'll take care of you. You just have to make him feel sexy, like he's doing you a favor when he pounds your ass. If you do that, he won't be able to resist the rest of you." <br />
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Sean looked up at Chaz, and his face suddenly changed. He wasn't seeing Chaz as just another guy that was taking advantage of his sexy body, but as a guy that he could potentially date and be with. It changed the way he responded to Chaz's body and made him a more active lover. Previously, Sean was all about helping a guy get off. Now, he was trying to make Chaz feel good, feel sexy, while he was getting off. Chaz seemed to notice, because his moans and groans got louder. He also started to feel Sean up, to lick at his skin, and to press himself into his body. <br />
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Satisfied that I had done my part, I stood up. My dick was hard and leaking into my thick black bush. Chaz reached out and touched my cock. I glared at him. "You want it stud? You think you can handle me." Chaz nodded, delirious with pleasure. I walked behind him, "Alright then, prepare yourself for something you'll probably never experience again. You get to fuck a man and his baby boy both at the same time." <br />
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I pressed my dick against his asshole, working my thick head into the divot between his cheeks. He pushed back a little, but he felt tense. He knew how big I was and knew that he was in for a rough ride. <br />
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"Just think, boy," I said to Chaz as I pressed my cockhead into his body. "The same nut that I drop into you created the asshole that you're fucking." <br />
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Just as I finished I thrust forward and the head of my dick shoved into his body. Chaz tried to pull away, but there was nowhere for him to go. He was pinned between Sean and me. I slowed down my assault and grabbed him around that chest, pressing my mouth against the back of his neck. <br />
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"It's ok. You'll get used to it, just relax for a minute." <br />
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I gave Chaz a moment to adjust, and then I felt Sean start to fuck himself on Chaz's still hard cock. The motion was enough to move Chaz's ass around on my dick. As he moved one way and then the next I felt his body jerk and spasm as he dealt with the feelings of pain. I grabbed the lube and dumped more on, and then slid my dick in and out of him to grease him up. Finally he groaned and I licked the back of his ear, "Fuck my son, boy. Fucking drive your load home." <br />
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Chaz began to piston in and out of Sean's body. Sean's head rolled back and his tongue hung out of his mouth. My boy was such a whore. Put a dick in him and then whole rest of the world completely disappeared. I leaned over Chaz's shoulder and waited for Sean to open his eyes, just as he did, I spit into his open mouth. <br />
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"You're doing good, fag." I said to him. Chaz blustered a little at my use of the word, but got over it quickly. "You think you can take both of us. Think your boy hole is ready to get used in a completely new way?" <br />
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Sean looked at me wide-eyed, obviously amazed by what I was asking. I watched the wheels turn in his head as he considered whether or not he would be able to do what I was asking. As I watched his eyes, I thought he was going to say no, that he might actually try to back down from this one, but then he nodded and smiled like a drunk asked if he wants another drink. He knew it was bad for him, but he didn't care. <br />
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I tapped Chaz on the shoulder, he had been listening the whole time. "You're going to be on the bottom this time, stud." <br />
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I pulled out of Chaz and my hard cock slapped up against my stomach with a soft thud. Chaz then disentangled himself from Sean. These two young guys, all tight, tan skin and muscle, looked so hot wrapped together like that. When Chaz pulled out Sean's hole gaped open and winked at me. It had no idea what it was in for. <br />
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Chaz sat down on the couch, his hard teen cock standing stick straight up into the air. I grabbed Sean by the shoulder and walked him over, bending him down and making him give Chaz's cock a kiss before he sat down onto it. He groaned, like the fag he was, as Chaz's shaft worked its way into his body. I pushed him down so that he was chest to chest with Chaz. When I looked down, I could see his hairless asshole stretching around the teen stud's thick cock, the ring of muscle pulling outward each time Chaz pulled out. I spit on one of my fingers and slid it up into Sean's hole.<br />
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The finger didn't push Sean pass his limits. Chaz had a decent cock, but it was nowhere near as thick as mine, so Sean was used to taking more. Two fingers elicited a little bit of a groan from both him and Chaz, both of whom were experiencing this new tightness in their own way. <br />
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Pulling away, I finally pressed the blunt head of my cock against Sean's asshole, and then rubbed the slippery head down the base of Chaz's dick and into his balls. When I moved it back upwards, I pressed a little and asked Sean if he was ready. <br />
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My son looked over his shoulder and said yes. He trusted me completely. As I pushed forward, he groaned a little and even whined, but he never asked me to stop. I jabbed at him a couple of times with no luck. His body wasn't letting me in. When I finally got in there, Sean immediately bucked up like a horse trying to throw a rider and Chaz's cock expanded and throbbed against mine. I held Sean down and didn't move a muscle, letting everything inside him settle down. Chaz's dick was pulsating, so I suppose I was giving him a chance to get a handle on things too. <br />
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When everyone was calm, I started to slide into Sean, the bottom of my dick moving over the ridges and bumps on Chaz's dick. Sean mumbled incoherently and then tensed up. I ran my hand across his back and rubbed his shoulder, silently letting him know that he would be able to take it all. <br />
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It took a few moments, but my cock finally was planted in his body up to the root. The feeling was intense, tighter than anything I had ever felt save my own hand. With Chaz's cock buried inside of him next to mine, Sean had absolutely no room to spare. My cock throbbed and I felt Chaz's throb too.<br />
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As I started to fuck Sean, Chaz groaned, "I'm not sure how long I can last, man. This feels so fucking good." <br />
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I reached down and started to play with Chaz's balls while I continued to thrust my dick against his. "Cum then, stud." I growled, "I want to feel your load all over my dick." <br />
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"Fuck, man." Chaz whined, "Fuck." <br />
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I reached underneath him and shoved a finger into his ass. That was all it took. His dick started to pulse against mine and I felt his warm load surround my dick head. Just the thought of plunging into my boy with his buddy's load surrounding my dickhead was too much. One good thrust next to Chaz's still hard cock was all it took. <br />
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My cum blasted into Sean's body. My hips thrust forward automatically and I buried my cock down to the balls. Sean was whining, the short hard thrusts were too much with Chaz's dick still inside of him. He was looking over his shoulder with a scared look in his eyes, and I pushed one hand toward his mouth and allowed him to suck on my index finger. He continued to suck as I unloaded every last drop of cum into his ass. <br />
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When I pulled out, Chaz's cock slipped out as well, and both were followed by a flood of cum that splashed onto Chaz's cock and balls. I grabbed his junk, rubbing our combined loads into his dick. He reached down, took a hold of my cock, and rubbed it against his own. The sticky, harsh smell of cum filled the space between us, and it didn't take long for Sean to get a whiff. <br />
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In a second, his gaping, cum covered asshole was replaced with his open mouth. He began to lick the ooze off of both of our dicks, looking up at me with a smile while he devoured every drop. <br />
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I laid down next to Chaz and wrapped my arm around his neck. Sean was still between us, looking up at us while he licked at our now soft cocks. I reached down and rubbed his head. Then I squeezed Chaz, pulling him into my body. His smell, absolutely intoxicating, filled my nostrils. <br />
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"How you feeling, bud?" <br />
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"That was . . . I don't know, like really intense."<br />
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"You like my boy, don't you?" <br />
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"He's pretty cute." Chaz said. Then he blushed, âAnd dirty.â <br />
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"Well, he's all yours. Just don't hurt him or fuck with his head. But he needs more dick. He gets bitchy when he's hungry for it, starts to act up." I looked down to Sean, "You want that. You want this stud's cock inside you?" <br />
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Yes," Sean hissed. Then he looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Thanks dad." <br />
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Hope you guys like it â Charlie <br />
cosmic709@yahoo.comC. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-36685285851092687852017-04-24T20:38:00.002-07:002017-04-24T20:38:39.517-07:00Teaching My Son A Lesson, Chapter 6Sorry for the long wait, guys.<br />
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----------------------------------------<br />Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 6<br />C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com<br />cceroticstories.blogspot.com<br />charliessmut.tumblr.com<br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />Sean walked into the house later than he usually did. I had dinner sitting on the stove waiting. He'd texted me to let me know he would be late, but hadn't given me any details. <br /><br />"You're home late." I said as I turned. <br /><br />I looked at my son. One of his eyes was red and he looked exhausted. He lowered his head to look at the ground, an instinctual reaction when he had something to confess. I gave him a hug and noticed that chunks of his hair were crusted together. Up close, he smelled like sex and cum. <br /><br />"Sam gave you some hair gel, huh?" <br /><br />He ran his hand through his hair, "Fuck, that was forever ago." I grabbed his chin and smiled at him, trying to let him know that it was ok. "I, uh, hooked up with Chaz after school today." <br />
<a name='more'></a><br />"I told you you would be popular." I said. I bent down and kissed him hard on the lips, rubbing his muscular chest while I tongued his mouth. My hand moved across his hard stomach and rested in his pubes. He was shaved clean. "After dinner, you can tell me all about it." I said as I scratched the bare patch above his cock. <br /><br />We ate in silence. Sean had gone upstairs to wash his face, but he hadn't cleaned the cum out of his hair. I thought it was a sign of how close we'd gotten that he could eat in front of me, still smelling like dick, and not even blush. He was still occasionally embarrassed by who he was, or at least by how he acted, but he didn't show it around me, and he hadn't really shown it around Luis the previous weekend. <br /><br />When we finished I stood up from the table and adjusted my cock, which had been semi-hard since Sean walked into the house. I glanced at him and then walked up the stairs, knowing that he would follow. I waited in my bedroom and a few minutes later Sean walked in, "Do you want me to take my clothes off?" <br /><br />"Wear something that will put me in the mood." I said. <br /><br />This was a game we played. It required Sean to guess what I wanted. If I was horny and wanted to take advantage of him, he would come into my room naked. If I was in the mood for more of a tease, he'd wear something sexy. Five minutes later, he walked in wearing his gym shorts and a grey tank. The tank was still damp and his bulge was framed nicely in the shorts. He must have been wearing some kind of gear underneath, because his basket was full but indistinct. <br /><br />"Well played." I said as I jumped off the bed.<br /><br />I kissed quickly and then ran my lips across his neck. Soon I kissed my way down to his pit and breathed in deeply. His body smelled damp, maybe just a little ripe, but otherwise totally sexy and clean. I bit the skin and then walked back to the bed. I sat against the headboard and Sean crawled between my legs and sat with his back against my chest. His heat enveloped me as his strong, hard back pressed into my body. As his ass settled into my groin I rubbed his stomach and grabbed at his cock. <br /><br />"You're almost too good to be true," I said as I nuzzled into his neck, "Hard to believe I made you." <br /><br />He ground back into my dick. The kid liked it when I reminded him where he came from. <br /><br />"Tell me what happened." I said. "And don't even think about cumming until you're done." <br /><br />Sean had just finished gym class and was about to head off to study hall. He was standing at his locker when Sam came up behind him and grabbed his neck. He was dragged across the room into a corner and pushed down on his knees. When he looked up, Sam stepped into him, thrusting his bulge into his face. <br /><br />"I'm horny, cocksucker." <br /><br />Sean started to open up Sam's pants, breathing in the heat of the sexy Latino dude's body. He ran one hand over his firm thigh, wishing that they were somewhere where Sam could strip down completely. The tight Latin body, smooth and muscular and brown, was sexy in a way that his dad never could be. Their bodies were so different, and the difference was a big part of what turned him on. <br /><br />Sam pushed his hands away. "Beg me for it. Tell me what you want, cocksucker." <br /><br />They had played this all out so many times before that Sean even hesitate. When he looked back up at Sam, however, Sam had his phone out and was pointing it at Sean. Sean shook his head. "No way dude. Put it way." <br /><br />"If I put my phone away, I'm going to put my dick away for an entire week. You can find some other stud to suck." <br /><br />Sean started to beg as Sam pressed record on his phone. Sean gushed on and on about how much he wanted Sam's cock, how much he needed to drink his semen, to take his baby batter into his body. Sam stepped forward and ground his bulge into Sean's face, and Sean started to nuzzle against it, moving the hard lump around with his nose while he talked about how much he wanted it. <br /><br />"Are you a whore for cock?" <br /><br />"Fuck yes. God I want this dick." <br /><br />"Just for my cock, or . . ." Sam said. <br /><br />"Any cock, man. I just want a dick inside me." <br /><br />"Nice." Sam hissed. "You look like a stud, but when you're around a guy like me or my friends, you turn into a big fag, don't you. What do you think of when you see us?" <br /><br />Sean looked up, realizing that he wasn't just acting like a slut. He truly was a slut. "I think about whatâs between your legs. It's all I think about. I want to see it, and taste it, just want to rub my face all over it." <br /><br />"Jesus." Sam muttered as he fished his dick out of his pants. It flopped against Sean's face and he slipped it into Sean's mouth. In one solid blow, Sean took the whole dick to the root, groaning as he finally got what he wanted when he buried his nose in Sam's pubes. <br /><br />Sam turned off his phone and cradled the back of Sean's head, happy to let his fag do what he was good at. For five minutes Sean nursed on his cock, massaging it with his throat muscles and taking everything that Sam could give him. When Sam finally shoved forward and planted a load in his stomach, he dropped it so deep that Sean couldn't even taste it. He licked the tip of Sam's cock, getting a little bit of flavor, just as it crossed his tongue on the way out. <br /><br />"Nice." Sam groaned. Sean stood up and used a towel to clean the slime off of Sam's dick before he tucked it away and zipped him back up. "Thanks." he said to Sam. <br /><br />Sam was playing with his phone again. "You can thank me later," he said with a wink. <br /><br />A few hours later, Sean was in the parking lot, ready to go home. He was almost to his car when he heard someone call his name. He turned around and saw Chaz. He knew him from parties and stuff but they weren't close friends. Chaz he had filled out sooner than the rest of the guys, and was six feet tall, muscular, and lean. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and a great demeanor. Sean had seen him once in the locker-room and had been crushing on him ever since. <br /><br />"Hey man, I just heard the sickest rumor." <br /><br />"What's up?" Sean asked. <br /><br />"Apparently, you've got a thing for cock." Sean blushed red quickly before Chaz added. "Any cock."<br /><br />"What the fuck man?" Sean said defensively. <br /><br />Chaz took a few steps toward him and lowered his voice. "I saw the video, bro. No use denying it." He leaned in close. "I got a cock, you know." <br /><br />Sean was still stunned. "How many people?" <br /><br />"Just me." Chaz said, "That I know of at least. Sam knows I've got a thing for guys. I'm not really out, but my friends know. He thought I might, you know, like to hang out with you." <br /><br />"I, uh, I gotta go." Sean said. <br /><br />"C'mon man. You're seriously going to turn me down?" <br /><br />He grabbed Sean's hand and put it on his chest. Unlike any man Sean had been with before, Chaz's body was hard and bulky. Just as Sean tried to pull his hand away, Chaz pushed it lower, down toward his crotch. <br /><br />"I could use a guy to play with." Chaz said, "No strings, of course. I'm not looking for a boyfriend." <br /><br />Sean hesitated again. Chaz looked over his shoulder and then leaned in and kissed him. He pressed Sean hard against the car and drove his cock into Sean's thigh. When he broke it off, Sean slid a few inches down the side of the vehicle and groaned. <br /><br />"Get in my car, bro." Chaz said. "Don't worry, I'll drive you back."<br /><br />Sean followed him, entranced by the man. When he was seated he looked at Chaz, "Just donât tell anyone, ok." <br /><br />"You don't have to worry about me," he said, "Sam's the one who wants everyone to know. He says you like it."<br /><br />"I don't." Sean said flatly. <br /><br />"Really, you looked pretty happy in the video. I think you like it when a guy gets you to do things that you're afraid to do on your own." Chaz said as he drove to the edge of town. "Got me hard listening to you slut it up, talking about how you stare at all of our junk, thinking about our dicks." <br /><br />He rubbed the bulge in his jeans. Then he reached across the counsel and grabbed at Sean's bulge. Sean jumped at first, and then relaxed, spreading his legs so that Chaz could paw him. <br /><br />"I want to fuck you," he said without emotion. "You've got me so hot. I just want to push you up against a wall and fucking own your ass." <br /><br />His hand dug lower, pressing underneath Sean's ballsack. Sean was stunned and didn't know what to say. He pulled out his phone and texted me: "A guy wants to fuck me. OK?" <br /><br />I asked him who wanted him and was treated to a a picture a few seconds later. Taken while Chaz was driving, the kid looked young but hot, like a high-school football quarterback. Fit, athletic, and tan. <br /><br />"Go for it." I texted back. <br /><br />"Has Sam ever fucked you? Are you still a virgin?" Chaz prodded. His hands were back on the wheel.<br /><br />"Uh, no." Sean said, "I mean, no to both. I'm not a virgin, but it wasn't Sam. Sorry." <br /><br />"I'm not disappointed," Chaz said, "I'm not really in the mood to be gentle."<br /><br />He pulled off the road and made a couple of turns before parking next to a building. "Dad keeps the camper here and I sort of use it when he isn't around" He walked over to the trailer and opened it up. As soon as they were both inside Chaz began to undress. <br /><br />"You look nervous." Chaz said.<br /><br />"This is sort of unexpected, you know," Sean said, "And you're really hot." <br /><br />"What do you like about me?"<br /><br />"Uh . . . " Sean hesitated. "All of it. Just, like, right now, I want to run my tongue all over your chest. Your armpits, man, that flat stomach, all of it. What do you like?"<br /><br />Sean was felt daring when he added the second part, maybe even a little flirtatious. He wasn't used to flirting, but after seeing the way I toyed with him and the way Luis had lured him in after the poker game, he was beginning to figure out how these things worked. <br /><br />"I'm into ass." Chaz said. He licked his lips gently. "Lots of guys settle for a blowjob, but I'm not one of those guys. I liked to fuck. It's sweaty and athletic and I love it." <br /><br />Sean felt his asshole twitch. It was the first time that had happened with a man besides his dad. He wanted Chaz. Wanted to feel his fingers dig into the flesh around his hips as the young man's cock slid into his body for the first time. <br /><br />"You want me to fuck you?" Chaz asked. His voice sounded friendly, almost like he was making a joke. Then he smiled at Sean, neither aggressive though clearly not joking. <br /><br />Sean swallowed hard and then nodded.<br /><br />"Show me then," Chaz said. "Convince me that I should fuck you." <br /><br />Chaz sat on one of the beds, his legs wide open, the fabric of his boxers stretching across his crotch. Sean walked toward him and began to kneel. Chaz caught him under the arms. <br /><br />"You don't get to do that yet." <br /><br />Chaz kissed him on the lips and then started to make out with him. Their lips locked as Chaz fell back on the bed. As Sean told me the story, of their young masculine bodies rolling around on the bed, I played with his cock. I licked at the back of his neck as he described the way Chaz's mouth nipped and licked at his ears. <br /><br />Soon, Sean was straddling Chaz, kissing his nipples while he pressed his ass down into his classmate's crotch. Chaz's hands dug into the back of Sean's jeans, forcing their way in. Sean unbuttoned the fly to loosen things up and soon Chaz was massaging the flesh of his ass. He rubbed and grabbed at both cheeks, massaging the muscle underneath. Finally he broke off the kiss. <br /><br />"You've got a fantastic ass. Just like your dad." Chaz said, and then his face turned red.<br /><br />"He's noticed you." Sean said softly but Chaz didn't pick up on it. <br /><br />"He's such a stud. I hope I look like him in twenty years." Chaz paused. "Sorry, talking about your dad will probably kill the mood."<br /><br />Sean nodded, but the fact that Chaz was into his old man made the experience even hotter. As he told me the story, I started to rub his ass just the way he said Chaz was rubbing it, mixing together the memory of his encounter with Chaz's fascination with me and linking his sexual feeling for guys his own age with the feelings he had for me. <br /><br />"Keep going." I said to Sean as I rubbed his chest. <br /><br />As Sean licked at Chaz's neck and chest, he slowly made his way over to Chaz's armpit. He pushed his face into the pit, pulling at the fabric and rubbing his face in the hairy cleft. Chaz lifted his arms above his head and almost immediately, Sean dove back in. Chaz pulled his hand out of Sean's pants and rubbed his head. <br /><br />"Fuck, you weren't joking when you said that you love my body. This is amazing." <br /><br />"You like it?" Sean asked with a grin. <br /><br />"Get's me fucking hot, bro." Chaz said. He pushed Sean's face back into his pit and then slipped his free hand back into his pants. This time, he went straight for Sean's hole. When he pressed his finger against the well-fucked but still tight ring he expected Sean to pull away. Instead, he pushed back, eager to get some part of Chaz into his body. <br /><br />"Fuck," Chaz groaned, "You're hungry, aren't you?" He bent his head low and whispered to Sean, "Sam says you're a slut, but a straight boy like him doesn't understand how we work. You stick with me and I'll do way more than fuck your throat cause I'm as into you as you're into me." <br /><br />Sean couldn't stand it anymore. He slid off of Chaz's body and down onto his knees. This time, when he went for Chaz's cock, the guy didn't push him away. He let Sean take his thick shaft into his hand and squeeze it through his shorts. A dark spot of precum appeared at the tip, and Sean leaned forward and kissed at it. When he did, the smell of Chaz' body, all sweat and soap, washed over him. He buried his face into the bulge, taking a deep breath before he pulled down the waistband of Chaz' boxers. <br /><br />Chaz's cock, average length with a wicked curve, popped up and hit Sean in the chin. The head was big, with a well defined ridge. The piss slit was red and oozing pre-fuck. Sean tried to take it into his mouth, but Chaz pulled it away. Placing one big hand on the back of Sean's head, he pulled Sean into his balls. <br /><br />"Suck those nuts. Get them churning. You work my balls good, and you'll get a huge load out of them." <br /><br />Sean tried to pull both of Chaz' balls into his mouth, but they were huge and he couldn't do it. He pulled away and looked at them. They were like two chicken eggs, almost too large for his sack. The skin pulled tight over them. Sean kissed each one and then started to lick them again. <br /><br />They went on like that for a few minutes. Sean devoured Chaz's balls and licked at his taint while Chaz moaned softly and ran his fingers through Sean's hair. Then Chaz sat up and pushed Sean away. <br /><br />"Strip for me." <br /><br />Sean started to pull off his clothes, but Chaz shook his head. "C'mon man. Show me how sexy you are." <br /><br />This time, Sean smiled and started to peel off his clothes. He tried to move in ways that showed off his muscles, his lean form, and most of all his ass. When he began to take off his pants, he turned around and slowly slipped them over his big ass cheeks. The more he moved, the more he got into it. He slowly pulled down his underwear and then he bent over low to pull them off his feet. When he doubled over, he felt the cold air rush through his ass crack and knew that Chaz was getting a good look at his asshole. <br /><br />"Oh god, dude." Chaz grabbed onto Seanâs hips as he sat down and pulled him backward. Soon Sean was on all fours over Chaz's prone body. While his fingers played with Sean's ass, Chaz pulled at Sean's whole, just looking at it, and then he dove in and started to eat Sean out. Sean reacted with a moan and leaned back, pushing his ass into Chaz. Chaz responded by pushing forward, mashing his own face into Sean's crevice. <br /><br />Chaz rimmed him for as long as Sean could stand it. At the same time, he gripped Sean's skull and shoved him down into his cock and balls. The whole time he talked dirty to him, reminding Sean how much he needed to get fucked and how badly he wanted a man's cock inside of him. Chaz's cock leaked like a faucet, pouring precum down the shaft, which Sean rubbed into the flesh before licking it up. <br /><br />Soon the constant toying with his asshole and the licking and nipping at his cheeks were too much. Sean started to get up. "You gotta fuck me dude. I can't take it anymore." <br /><br />"Yeah? You want a cock up in your ass? Any cock?" Chaz teased.<br /><br />"Your cock." Sean said as he turned around and licked at Chaz's chest. He ran his forehead across the muscles and burrowed into his neck. He hadn't been into a guy this much ever in his life. Even his dad didn't turn him on like this.<br /><br />"You make me feel like such a stud, like you'd actually die if you didn't get me inside of you." Chaz moaned, "Someone taught you well." <br /><br />"You have no idea." Sean said. He still had his face pressed into Chaz's body, moving his mouth slowly down to his stomach. Then he climbed up above Chaz and straddled him, so that his big dick was moving along his crack, teasing his hole. <br /><br />Chaz stared at him in a daze. He had brought Sean here thinking he would be able to control him and now, suddenly, he realized that he was being played. Desperate to maintain some semblance of control, he leaned up and lifted Sean off the bed, with Sean's legs tight around his waist. Then he turned and sat Sean back down on the bed. He eased his way between his legs, keeping his hard cock pressed against Sean's balls. Then he lined up his dickhead with Sean's ass and spit on it. <br /><br />"I don't have any lube, dude." <br /><br />"I think I can take it." Sean groaned. <br /><br />As Sean and I sat on the bed, Sean told me all of this in dirty details, describing not just the way Chaz made him feel, but the smell and feel of his buddy's body when it pressed against his own. It was obvious to me that Sean was experiencing his first crush. With Sam it was all about sex and domination and with me it was about, well I wasn't sure what it was about, but Sean was totally smitten with Chaz. It only took one encounter and he practically gushed when he talked about him. <br /><br />I continued to listen, and as he told me about Chaz finally penetrating him, I pressed two fingers into his ass. Sean's hand darted to his cock, but I pushed it away. "Keep talking. I'll take care of you." I said with a smile. "Tell me about how that stud got up in you." <br /><br />He told me that Chaz stood between his legs and rubbed his dick head against Sean's balls. He drooled onto his dick and Sean's taint and kept rubbing him slowly, pushing his dick against Sean's hole but refusing to push into him. Sean groaned and Chaz leaned forward. He bent down and ran his nose and his lips over Sean's chest and then his collarbone. He repeated the move three or four times, slowly dragging his tongue across Sean's body and nuzzling up against his face. <br /><br />Chaz waited patiently. He wanted Sean not just to want his cock, but to need it. He wanted him in complete ecstasy before he pushed in. Finally, Sean sighed loudly and leaned back. His head landed on the bed and his eyes closed as he took pleasure in Chaz's nuzzling. Just then, Chaz pushed his cock into Sean's body, slowly digging in until his pubes pushed against Sean's balls. <br /><br />Chaz rubbed Sean's belly, pushing down and imaging that he could feel his cock inside the guy. Sean looked up at him, "Dude, just fuck me." <br /><br />"Sorry." Chaz said with a grin. "You're so fucking hot that I forgot that you're kind of a slut." <br /><br />Chaz started to pound Sean like a jack rabbit. He wasn't all that experienced, but he could tell that he wasn't hurting Sean and that Sean liked it long and deep. As Sean told me all of this, about the way that Chaz's body reacted to each of his moves, I fucked him with three fingers, driving them in and out of his ass. Each time Sean tried to grab at his cock, I slapped his hand away. Finally, I bit the back of his neck and growled, "You're either going to get off this way, or you're not going to get off." <br /><br />"Fuck," Sean groaned as he shoved his body down onto my hand. <br /><br />He kept blubbering on about Chaz, but he was trying to get off now, so I took over for him. I'd seen Chaz before, and sort of figured that he was a bottom from the way he looked at me, but he had really thrown it to my son. Chaz was lean and fairly cut, and Sean got to watch his body flex and shake as he drove his load home, eventually Chaz lost control and shot his cum deep in Sean's gut. <br /><br />"Fuck, yeah, fag." I said to Sean, "What did you like best? Watching his abs flex and bulge, feeling his fingers digging into your shoulders? What was your favorite part?" <br /><br />Sean moaned and his cock jumped. "His taste. His skin tasted so fucking good. I want to lick his whole body, dad. I want to taste every part of him." <br /><br />"His taste? Fuck me you are in love." I growled, "How'd you feel when you felt his nut oozing out inside your gut? Knowing that another guy is a part of you. More and more dudes are giving you what you need to build these muscles."<br /><br />"Fuck." Sean moaned. He sat upward and literally shoved himself down on my fingers, "I wanted that cum in my mouth. Just wanted to lick it all up." <br /><br />"You're going to get to lick it up, fag." I said to him. "I'm going to fuck that boy. Right in front of you. And while I do it, you're going to take care of both of us. You can suck his cock and lick at my balls while I take him from behind. Then, when, I'm good and ready, I'm going to flip that stud onto his back and fuck the cum out of him. You'll be able to eat both of our loads off his stomach when I'm done. You want that?" <br /><br />"Ugh." Sean panted. His eyes were closed and I could tell that he was imagining Chaz's dick up inside his body. His cock jumped in my hand and soon he was cumming all over himself. The first shot landed in the middle of his chest, and I quickly scooped it up and rubbed into into his face. He licked my hand like he always did, eager to get a taste of nut no matter whose it was. <br /><br />"Lick it up fag. Eat your own load while you cum." <br /><br />Then I took whatever I could scrape off his abs and rubbed it into my own rod. As Sean slipped back into reality out of his fantasy, I crawled on top of him and slammed my cock into the hole that I owned. <br /><br />"Round two . . ." I barked into his ear.<br />C. 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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">After
watching the football game with Dylan and Jordan, I didn't hear from
them. I figured that hooking up with Dylan was probably a one time
thing brought about by too much alcohol. If I hadn't been drunk, I
wouldnât have done, and from what I'd gathered, Dylan was relaxed
about the casual sex thing. Still, there was something about the guy
that I couldn't get out of my mind. Every time I went to the gym I
hoped to see him there, but almost a week passed before I saw the
guys again. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One
afternoon I walked into the gym and saw Jordan standing behind a
bench while Dylan lifted. I jumped onto the treadmill to warm up and
watched as Dylan packed up his stuff. We crossed paths as I walked to
the locker room, and Dylan winked at me. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
wink and smile were more than I could handle, and my dick got hard
instantly. I now routinely packed a pair of tight compression shorts
and I slipped them on to hide my bulge. When I walked into the
weight-room, Jordan was still working out. He was deep into his
routine, chest it looked like, but when I started to use the leg
press, Jordan asked if he could cut in. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Sure,"
I said, getting out of the machine. I watched as he added weight to
the machine, almost 200 more pounds, then he sat down and hiked his
shorts upward over his muscular thighs. I watched as he dropped the
weight down, pushing his knees into his chest and then extended his
legs. His quadriceps bulged, the thick muscles pushing out against
his skin. Then I glanced between his legs. His shorts had ridden up
and showed off his big basket. I tried not to stare, instead letting
my eyes pass over the lump as I shifted my gaze. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
stood up, sweat pouring down his neck into his t-shirt. Unlike Dylan,
Jordan wasn't a beast. He was shorter than me by about an inch and
fairly compact. His arms were thick and he had shoulders like bowling
balls. His mass was well-proportioned across his frame, and he didn't
seem bulky at all. He ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up
just a little bit, and then leaned against the machine. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Your
turn, stud," he said with a sly smile. </span></span></span>
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climbed down into the seat after taking two plates off of each side.
Jordan stood there watching me. He pulled up his shirt to wipe away
the sweat on his face, and I saw his flat stomach and the thick
elastic band of a jockstrap. His shorts were low on his hips and I
could see the straps disappear behind his back. I quickly banged out
eight reps and then looked up at him. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Seriously,
a jock strap?" </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Seriously,"
Jordan said, showing off the way the band cut across his hips and
ass. "Dylan says they're fag bait, and, well, since you owe me a
blowjob, I figured I'd get dressed up for you." He waited a
moment and then said, "I'm kidding . . . well mostly." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Isn't
it uncomfortable?" </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Not
really. I kind of like the way it grabs at me to be honest."
Jordan looked around and then grabbed at the lump in his shorts,
mashing it around and moving it. "No one can see my dick. It's
all wrapped up." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
rolled my eyes, and he shook his head at me. "I'm going to go do
some squats." He turned and then looked back at me, winking,
"You should come watch." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I
thought you were the straight one," I said softly. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Mostly
straight," Jordan said, "Relax man, I'm just trying to get
a rise out of you. I like screwing with people. Itâs in my nature.
I can stop if it bothers you." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I
think I'll be ok." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
grabbed my shoulder, "Just chill out, dude. We're just two bros
working out together." Before he took his hand away he rubbed
the back of my neck, and I went weak in the knees. Jordan smiled at
me and stuck his tongue out, "The fact that I can do that to you
is pretty awesome." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You're
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Watch
me squat, bro. It'll make me feel good knowing that a studly old guy
like you is into me. Makes me more confidant." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
stood up with the bar on his shoulders, and I watched as he dropped
down to the ground. He squatted deep and held it there. His perfect
ass bulged out against the thin fabric of his shorts, and I could see
the bands of the jockstrap showing through. He did this eight times,
going low and pausing each time. My mouth watered. All I wanted was
to dive between those thick cheeks and lick up his sweat, make him
squirm, and wait for him to push his cock back between his legs into
my waiting mouth. There's something about a muscular man ass that
blows my mind. Jordan's ass was firm and defined with a little patch
of hair in the small of his back. In my head I imagined pulling down
his shorts and revealing two hairy cheeks. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When
he finished his set, Jordan started to strip the weight off the bar.
Apparently he had done the set just for me. "What do you think?"
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You've
got a nice ass, Jordan. Like the nicest. I don't know why you don't
understand that." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Whatever,"
he said, "I'm done." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Desperate
to go home and jack off, I followed him into the locker room. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We
talked for a minute and then Jordan switched topics, "You made
one hell of an impression on Dylan last week." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah."
Jordan said. "He hasn't talked about anybody else since." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Well,
I had a good time too." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Be
careful, bro. I love that dude like a brother, but he's a shitty
boyfriend." Jordan lowered his voice, "He'll fuck almost
anything that moves and he expects a guy to be there for him pretty
much whenever. He's pretty dominant, if you know what I mean." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
knew exactly what he meant, and the log between my legs throbbed as
he said it. I'd never considered myself submissive, but something
about Dylan made me want to spread my legs for him. I wanted to feel
his massive arms wrap around my torso while he shoved up into me. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I
don't think he's looking for a boyfriend." I said. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"He's
a pussy when it comes to making a move, but I guarantee you that if
you show some interest, he'll respond." Jordan said, "And
from what I hear, he'll take you on a date and you'll be totally in
love with him by the end. He's that good." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
way Jordan was talking, I seriously considered grabbing my phone and
texting Dylan. I wasn't quite sure what I would say, but I was
getting close to making a move. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
conversation drifted off while we stripped down. "What are you
guys up to this weekend?" I asked, hoping to get another
invitation over.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Same
as always, sports and beer during the day. Hunting for ass during the
night. It's what we do. You give Dylan a call, he'll want you to come
over. I want you to come over too. You still owe me a blowjob." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
blushed. "About last Saturday, I'm not usually like that." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
mean you don't usually blow a guy on a whim or you don't usually sit
around and get smashed with your buddies?" </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Well,
both really." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
act like you're not into fooling around, but you're a liar. It's
obvious.â </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;">â<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Really,
I'm not usually into that stuff. I like to get to know a guy a little
first.â </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;">â<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So
you're saying that if a guy like me started to strip his clothes off.
If a big, muscular, straight college dude like me pulled off his
shirt, flexed his muscles, and then started to pull off his shorts .
. . If that guy asked you to suck his dick, to make him feel good, to
help him relax after a hard workout, you wouldn't follow that guy
into the sauna and help him out? Your dick wouldn't get hard and
start dripping just at the thought of getting in between his legs,
seeing what he had to offer, and drinking his nut?" </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">While
he was talking, Jordan pulled off his tank and tossed it onto the
pile. I was used to his arms, thick and long with a big black and
white tattoo on one shoulder. I was used to looking at the beautiful
tufts of hair in his armpits. I'd never seen his chest without a
shirt on before, and the guy was sculpted. His pecs were massive and
heavy, with perfect quarter sized nipples. His waist was trim and his
stomach was flat with a little definition. A light dusting of hair
covered his stomach and pushed down into his shorts. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
looked directly at me, straight into my eyes, as his fingers slipped
under the band of his shorts. I gazed down at his torso as he slowly
pushed them down. His pubes came into view. They were short but dark
and thick. The top of his shaft came into view and then he pushed the
shorts lower. His cock was long, soft, and cut. It hung heavy between
his legs, maybe half-hard from the conversation. His smooth balls
swung freely as he stepped out of his shorts, turned around, and bent
down to put them into his gym bag. I stared at his muscular ass. His
crack and cheeks were just hairy enough to make him seem unbelievably
masculine. My mouth watered as I imagined eating him out. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
wrapped a towel around his waist low enough that his pubes were still
visible. "I'm going to be in the sauna, you know, if you're
interested." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
grabbed his cock and winked at me. Then he turned toward the door.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It
took about ten seconds for me to close me mouth and regain my
bearings. Then I walked over to my locker and started to strip down.
I wrapped a towel around my waste and and jetted to the sauna. When I
opened the door, the hot, dry air caused me to cough. Jordan was
sitting naked on a far bench, his towel balled up next to him. There
wasn't anyone else around. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Thank
god." Jordan said. Then he sat up and leaned forward, "You
don't actually have to suck my cock. I just wanted you to stop being
so hung up. Life is about having fun, bro. If it doesnât hurt
anyone, there's nothing wrong with it. Right? So, we can just hang
out if you want.â Then he winked. âJust to be clear, though, I
wouldn't say no to a blowjob. I mean, if like, that's what you want
to do. No pressure or anything." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
scratched at his sweaty pubes. Something about the sauna and his
nakedness made him seem hotter than usual, with his hair messed up as
he leaned forward, hands on his elbows. There was sheen of sweat on
his shoulders and chest. He looked like a Men's Health cover model
except that he was naked. Jordan was a straight up fox, and as he
gazed at me I was aware that despite claiming he wasn't that good
looking, he knew how hot he was. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
sat down on a bench around the corner from him. I was nervous to take
my towel off, but I did it. If he was going to be naked, I would be
too. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Hey,
can I ask you a question? You can tell me if it weirds you out."</span></span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I
guess," I said. âAfter hanging around with you guys, not much
weirds me out anymore. I'm starting to relax, I think.â</span></span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah
you are." he said, "I wasn't like this before either. Dylan
really brought it out in me, made me more confidant and assertive."
</span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"So
what's your question?" </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Do
you think I'm hot? Or maybe, like, on a scale of one to ten, how hot
am I? Girls never answer, but I'm curious." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Right
now, you're a perfect 10 dude. You're hitting all my buttons." I
said to him. I motioned down to my cock which wasn't rock hard, but
was pretty close. "With clothes on you're a total stud. Before
we started talking, I rubbernecked every time you walked past me."
</span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"It's
kind of fucked up, but I never feel that way. I focus on my flaws
pretty seriously." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I
donât think you have any flaws. Not that I can see, anyway." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Take
a look and let me know." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
stood up in front of me, bare ass naked, and started posing. He did
front poses first, pushing out his lats and then tightening his
stomach. As much as his body turned me on, I couldn't take my eyes
off his cock. In the heat of the sauna, everything was hanging pretty
free and flopping around. On a lot of built up guys, their cock
starts to look small, but Jordan's body was perfect. He was muscular,
but not so bulky that he looked out of proportion. His cock fit him
perfectly. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
turned around and squatted down to show off his glutes. His muscular
ass opened up and I got a look inside his crack. There was some hair
around his hole, but otherwise his ass was smooth. I groaned loudly,
"Alright dude, that's enough or I'm going to lose control."
</span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
turned back toward me and looked between my legs. "I was only
half joking about you sucking my cock. I wouldn't say no to a
blow-job." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
stared him up and down. There was no way I was going to leave the
room without getting between his legs. A guy like me doesn't get
offered this kind of opportunity very often, and I was going for it. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
sure Dylan won't mind. I mean, you said he's into me." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"That
dude?" Jordan said with a smile, "He once offered me his
boyfriend without even asking the guy. He's the kind of guy that
thinks sharing is caring. If you don't suck it now, he'll make you
suck it later. Trust me, it's part of the deal with him." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"What?
He'll pass me around." I said, momentarily uninterested in
Jordan's dick.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Not
like that, but he expects his guys to worship him. He likes to be
totally in control. Like I said, he's a demanding boyfriend. You'll
like it. I can already tell with you. A lot of guys think they want a
guy like Dylan, but freak out when they get it. You're the opposite.
You didn't know you wanted someone like him, and you're a little
afraid, but he's going to make you his boy and you're going to love
it." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
think?" </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I
know. And I'm going to love it too. Having a guy like you around the
apartment will be good for both of us." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Not
sure I'm ready for that, man." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Liar.
I would think a hot guy like you would have spent a lot of time
slutting it up when he was young." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I
kind of figured myself out later." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"So,
this is your chance to fuck around with a bunch of hot young dudes. I
mean, look at me, I'm practically offering you my cock and my body.
You can do, like, anything you want. All you got to do is take it."
</span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
blushed, but couldn't help but staring at his body. The tufts of hair
between his ass cheeks and under his pits, his perfect fucking pecs
with pert dime-sized nipples, and his massive cock bouncing with his
heartbeat. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You're
serious? I always feel like you and Dylan are joking, but you're
serious, right?" </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Dead
serious. And I bet I know exactly what you want too. I can read you
like a book." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
leaned back against the dry wood and lifted both of his legs. He kept
pulling them up, his soft cock dangling over his balls, until his
furry asshole came into view. The fur was matted with sweat and he
stared straight at me. He was right. He'd read me like a book. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You're
an ass man, right." He said grinning, "I saw the bulge in
your shorts after I squatted. Gotta tell you dude, there's not much
that I love more than a tongue on my asshole, and most chicks aren't
into that." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
slapped the inside of his thigh and then grinned again, "I'm not
asking, bro." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
was still in shock, literally stuck in place, and then I snapped out
of it and dropped to my knees. I was about five feet away from him,
and I suddenly realized that I was going to have to crawl across the
sauna. I considered getting back up, but figured that it was useless
and started to make the trip. Jordan laughed and said, "Fuck
this is going to be good. Dylan said you're an awesome lay and I can
already tell it's true." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For
a second I was stoked that Dylan had been pleased with his blow-job,
then I closed in on Jordan's hole. I stared at it, the dark red
circle, the thick dark hair, his ample balls hanging loose because of
the heat. I pushed my mouth in and started to lick at him. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Instantly
the smell of his body, his taint, and his nuts, overwhelmed me. His
balls pressed into my forehead and the skin stuck against mine. I
darted my tongue around his hole, licking up every drop of sweat that
I could find. Then I mashed my face into his crotch, rubbing all of
my skin and hair against his junk. I knew Jordan was enjoying it
because he grabbed onto the back of my skull and pulled me into his
body. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Oh
fuck yes, dude. You were hungry, huh?" </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
pulled away and nodded at him. He stuck a finger in my mouth and
pulled it open. He leaned over me, drooled a little bit and then
sucked it back into his mouth, You want it?" I opened my mouth
fully and he spit straight into it. Then he pushed my face back
between his legs. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As
I ate this hunk's sweaty ass, my body overwhelmed by the heat of the
sauna, sweat poured down my forehead. Jordan wrapped his legs around
my skull and pulled me in, smothering me with his body. He gripped me
firmly and I felt his massive quads bulge and smash my head. He'd
clearly learned something from Dylan. He was just as dominant and
seemed to enjoy taking charge. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
unwrapped his legs and stood up. He walked over to the door and
locked it quickly. Then he walked back to me. I was seated on one
bench, my back leaning against the wood of the next bench up. Jordan
climbed over me and started to squat down. The last thing I saw
before his butt pushed into my face were his huge balls and uncut
dick hanging down over my mouth. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Lick
my asshole, bro." Jordan growled, Then he grabbed one of the
hands I had on his leg and pushed it between my legs, "Jerk
yourself off while you do it. Show me how much you like making me
feel good. Show me how much my asshole turns you on." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
started to jerk off and as I did, Jordan pressed his ass down against
my face. The bench bit into my back, but I ignored the pain as I
licked at his taint and the back of his balls. He groaned loudly, and
his dick was getting hard. Every so often, as he moved around, I
could feel his hard cock bounce against my chest. I wished there was
a camera in the sauna so that I could see how he looked, straddling
my skull with his beautiful body, handsome face, and hard leaking
cock. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
stepped up and stood over me, his feet on either side of my body. I
looked upward, across his thick, hairy legs, toward his cock,
assuming that it was coming next. His dick was flat against his
belly, and the tip was shiny. I swore that I could see a glimmer of
precum dripping from it in the half light of the sauna. His skin was
shiny and lines of sweat ran down his chest. This was the dirtiest
sex I'd ever had, and I was insanely turned on. I wanted to spend the
rest of the day licking every inch of this man's body. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You're
staring at me." Jordan said. "You weren't lying when you
said you weren't used to this. It's like you're in a trance." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
swallowed hard, but couldn't produce any words. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
stepped down from the bench and stood in front of me. He grabbed my
hair and pulled me forward. I fell off the wooden bench onto my
knees. My face was now inches away from his groin. I could see the
individual hairs in his sweaty matted pubes. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Stick
out your tongue." he said. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
stuck it out and he pulled my face into his body. Yanking on my hair,
he lifted me up, dragging my tongue over his thighs, across his hip,
up the middle of his stomach, across his nipple, and then to his
armpit. He dropped his arm down around me, pinning my head between
his ribs and his triceps. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Get
in there man." he said, "Don't worry about embarrassing
yourself either. I know you're a slut and you're only going to turn
me on." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hearing
those words freed me from any of my residual shame. I pushed into his
pit almost knocking him over. My whole body was getting covered with
his fresh sweat as our bodies slid against one another. Jordan ground
back against me. He was turned on and he wasn't afraid of a man's
body. If the guy really was straight, he had absolutely no hangups.
He pressed his thigh between my legs and into my cock. I ground into
his hard quadriceps, humping him as I licked along the muscled side
of his body. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Suddenly
Jordan stepped away from me. He took a step back and then sat down on
the bench. He spread his legs wide open, his balls resting on the
bench in his spread out scrotum, his dick pulsing against his
stomach. He pulled it away once and then let it slap against his
body. He stretched out his arms behind him and grinned. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I
like you on your knees like that," he said, "It's like
you're my dog or something. You wanna be my pup? How about that? You
can be Dylan's bitch but my dog." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
stared at him quizzically. "I'll do anything you want, dude.
Just let me get a taste of that cock." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Bark
for me." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Seriously."
</span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
laughed, "Yeah, seriously. Bark like a dog." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My
face burned bright red. I'd done stupid things for dick before, but
I'd never humiliated myself like this. I realized all at once that
this whole afternoon had been about toying with me, getting me to
think that I was doing him a favor while he sat on my face and
smothered me between his legs. Jordan had been manhandling me for an
hour and I was completely oblivious to it. He was staring into my
eyes when I figured it out, and I swear that he could tell. The grin
on his face went from a friendly to something different. Still
friendly, but a little aggressive and twisted. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
held his cock out in front of him and squeezed it. His foreskin slid
forward across the tip and a drop of precum oozed out. It oozed down
onto the floor. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
barked. And when Jordan smiled, I barked a couple of more times. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Good
boy." He said laughing. "Now get those thick lips onto my
cock." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
ran over to him and took his dick into my mouth. He roughed up my
hair and scratched behind my ears. "You would make a good dog.
You certainly know how to play with a bone." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">After
that, he leaned back and stopped talking. For ten minutes I sucked
his cock as he slowly moved my mouth to whatever part of his body he
wanted it on. He had me suck on his balls for a solid two minutes,
just rolling them around in my mouth before he let me back on his
cock. Occasionally he groaned or let out a long moan, other than
that, he stopped teasing me and let me do my job. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Alright
bro, you ready to eat some bro nut?" Jordan said, Then he
grabbed my chin, "Dylan has brought home some seriously hot
dudes, but you're a fucking natural. You're not faking it. Close your
mouth. I want to paint your face." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
stood up and looked down at me. I put my hands on his huge thighs and
held on. He grabbed his cock and started to jack it while he grabbed
my skull with his free hand and pulled me into his balls. "Suck
my nuts, dude. Get them both in there." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
sucked his balls into my mouth and tongued his sack. He kept
straightening up, pulling on his nuts until they popped out of my
mouth. Then he'd squat back down and feed them to me. I listened as
his hand glided over his cock and he made soft grunting sounds. Then
he leaned back and pushed my head away. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
gazed up at him. He ran one hand through his hair and then put it
behind his neck. His whole body lengthened and his muscles bulged. I
opened my mouth. I didn't need to be asked. I would have done just
about anything at that point to get a taste of his load. He kept his
dick about six inches over my head as he beat off. Then his glans
swelled and I quickly closed my eyes. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
felt the hot ropes of cum splash across my face. He grunted and
sighed as his nut splashed onto my cheeks. The massive amount of cum
started to run off my cheeks before he finished. Finally, I felt his
cock on my tongue and I wrapped my lips around his glans. I licked up
my first drop of his semen, what turned out to be the first taste of
something that I would practically live off of for the next few
months. It was salty and chunky. I sucked every drop out of his cock
before he pulled his dick out of my mouth, and I opened my eyes. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jordan
already had his phone out. He smiled at me, "Dylan's gotta see
this." He said. He took a few picks and then he reached down and
rubbed the gobs of nut all over my face. His hand was huge,and I
stuck out my tongue to lick his palm while he did it. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"And
another one," he said as he took another shot. Then he pushed
the cum up into my hair and styled it a little, "You almost look
like me." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When
he was done, he made me eat the rest of his semen off of each of his
fingers, one by one. He was slow and almost friendly while he made me
clean his hand. When he was finished, he walked back to the door and
unlocked it. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"It
fucking reeks like cum in here. Better take off before someone else
comes in." He reached down toward me and slipped his hand behind
my neck. He caressed me for a minute and I leaned back into his big
paw, then he pulled me forward. My face landed right in his sweaty
crotch. "Man, Dylan hit the jackpot when he decided on you. I'll
text you soon." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Then
he left. My phone buzzed right after. It was a message from Dylan
which consisted entirely of smiley face emojis and the word slut. I
sighed and smiled at myself as I savored the last of Jordan's cum. I
figured that if I was going to be ashamed of something, it might as
well be this. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">---------</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">More
to come guys. Hope you liked this one. Charlie â
cosmic709@yahoo.com.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Teaching
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">C.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">About
a month after Sean's conversion into my sex toy, I sat once again in
the living-room brooding because he hadn't come home. I'd gotten more
lenient about his curfew over the last few weeks. As he'd become more
responsible and accustomed to being told what to do, I had started to
give him more freedom. Today, he'd told me he would be home by
midnight. Now it was two in the morning and he still wasn't here. He
hadn't texted me, and he hadn't responded to any of my texts. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As
I felt my anger grow, headlights played across the front windows. A
few moments later, Sean walked into the house. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Hey
pops," he said with a smile. His hair was messed up and his
shirt was badly buttoned. "Sorry, my phone died." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Where
were you?" I asked sternly. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I
told you, Sam had a party. He didn't want me to leave." He
flashed me a crooked grin, almost like he was showing off. He'd
sucked Sam's dick, and he was proud of it. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"No
excuse." I growled. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah,"
he said, flashing his smile again, "You gonna punish me?" </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Damn
right I am." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
stood up and walked toward him. He smiled at me as I unbuttoned his
jeans. When he tried to kiss me, I pulled away and pushed his jeans
down his legs. He stepped out of them and then yanked down his
boxers. His big cock slapped against his belly. It was a beautiful
dick, and it took everything I had to resist the urge to play with
it. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him across the room. I
sat back down on the couch and pulled him over my knee. Sean laughed,
but after my hand came down hard, he groaned, "Fuck man." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
started to wail into his ass. "You will text me no matter what."
I said, punctuating each word with another whack at his ass. He tried
to move away, but I grabbed his neck hard. "Do you understand?"
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Fuck,"
he said rolling off of me. His cock was soft now. "Yeah, I
understand. I thought you wouldn't care cause I was with Sam." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
thought wrong." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Well,
if it happens again I'll tell you. I'm seeing him again tomorrow and
he's probably going to want me to stay late again. He's kind of
hooked." Again he flashed his sexy smile.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Too
bad. You're on lockdown." I said. "One week. You go to
school, you come home. Give me your work schedule too. Otherwise I
want you in this house. Got it. And whatever you do, you better not
suck that kid's cock." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"But
dad, Sam is kind of . . ." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Figure
it out. Tell him you're sick or something." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">His
face was now smile free, and I thought he was going to storm off to
his room. Instead he walked toward me and grabbed my torso. His free
hand went to my bulge and palmed it. "Dad, I'm sorry. Really."
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
reached into my pants and grabbed my soft cock. He played with it
gently and started to slip down onto his knees. I took his hand and
pulled it out of my pants before I stepped away from him. "Go
jerk yourself off if you're horny. You don't deserve this tonight."
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
next day, Sean brooded around the house and avoided me. He was
constantly on his phone, texting Sam, I assumed, trying to explain
why the little stud would have to find someone else to take care of
his dick that night. Sean directed all of his anger toward me. He was
moody, disrespectful, and resentful. It was the first time in a month
that I'd had to punish him; the first time he'd returned to his old
ways. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On
Sunday, he decided to change his approach. He sat down with me in the
kitchen to have a cup of coffee. As I read the newspaper, he lifted
his leg and pressed it into my crotch. I wore boxer briefs, and he
pushed his toes underneath my balls and then slipped them to the
shaft of my dick. It didn't take long for me to get hard, and as soon
as I was, Sean massaged my cock with his toes, gripping the shaft as
best as he could. I let out a soft groan, and then reached down and
grabbed his foot. Gently, I pushed it away from my body. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"If
you're this horny after just one day, imagine what you'll be like by
next weekend." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Dad
. . ." Sean whined. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I'm
not joking around. I finally found something that you can barely live
without. Face it boy, I've got you by the cock and you're powerless."
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"It's
not about that. I've got friends, you know, and . . ." He
drifted off. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Admit
it. You're thinking about Sam. You've got a guy your age willing to
let you swing from his dick. That's what you want." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
blushed. "Sam's already mad and it's been a day. What am I
supposed to tell him?" </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Make
something up. You're not getting out of this, so quit trying." I
stood up and walked over to him. I rubbed his hair. "Sorry son,
but you fucked up. Take the time off to do some thinking, or read a
book, or something." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We
didn't talk about it again for a few days, and Sean never challenged
his punishment. He came home right after school, went to work, and
then came home again. By midweek, we were sitting in the living-room
together, and he didn't even bother coming on to me. For a few hours,
we just hung out together, and we both enjoyed it. It wasn't until I
stood up to go to bed that I caught him staring at my crotch. I
grabbed my bulge and shook it at him. He licked his lips. Apparently
he was still interested. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On
Thursday I met him in the kitchen before he went to school. He hadn't
put on a shirt yet and looked hot as hell. I draped my hand over his
shoulder and rubbed one of his pecs. "Some guys are coming over
to play cards tonight. I want you to help out." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Help
out how?" He grumbled, still half asleep. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Just
get us drinks and stuff. After tonight, you're a free man again."
</span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
reached behind himself and grabbed my cock. "You think if I do a
real good job, you might reward me. I'm getting a little bored with
myself." He pushed my cock between his cheeks and then pressed
his ass back into me. His cheeks were firm and cradled my hard dick. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"That
sexy hole of yours is getting a little lonely, huh?" I said. I
moved my hand up his neck and stuck a finger into his mouth.
"Talented mouth going to waste too. You think you've learned
your lesson? Or do you need another week? </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">His
body stiffened. "I learned." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"We'll
see." I said, pushing him away. "Go to school."</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As
he walked out of the kitchen I watched him adjust his dick. There was
a wet spot on the front of his boxers and his dick was bouncing
around with each beat of his heart. I suddenly realized that he
hadn't been beating off either. The boy was saving himself for me. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When
I got home from work, Sean was doing his homework. He finished and
walked into the kitchen. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"What
do you want me to wear tonight?" </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I
don't care." I said. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Oh,"
he looked down at the floor. "Ok." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
smiled at him. "What? Did you think this was some kind of sex
party where I offer my son up as a prize? I've got kinky friends, but
I'm not sure if any of them are that kinky. Most straight guys my age
are too hung up to let a dude blow them, even if they aren't getting
it anywhere else." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
stood in the doorway. I walked over to him. "Relax, it's one
more night, you horny fucker. Wear something sexy if you want. Maybe
one of the guys will be interested." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When
he came back down an hour later, he had on a tight pair of jeans and
a white t-shirt. The jeans hung low on his waist, showing off a patch
of fur and his sculpted stomach just a little bit when he moved. If
anyone coming over was into teen boy ass, they would be all over him.
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
walked over to him, kissed him, and plunged my hand into his pants.
His dick was hard and wet, slimy with precum. I dug my fingers
around, slipping them under his foreskin and rubbing his glans,
before pulling my hand out. I licked each finger in front of him.
"Such a sexy boy. You have no idea how much punishing you this
last week has hurt me." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
purred under my touch, groaning with desire. That night, he got my
buddies beer and food, joked around when included, and hung out on
the sidelines when he wasn't. There was something oddly subservient
about his conduct and eventually someone asked about it. I told them
he was being punished, and no one asked any other questions. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">At
first none of the guys seemed interested, but then I noticed my
coworker Luis tracking Sean with his eyes, looking at him while
trying not to seem like he was staring. As the group thinned out, he
started to ask Sean questions about school, slowly prying and feeling
him out. Soon Luis was the only one left with me at the table.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"A
guy like you, you must be drowning in girls." Luis said, "When
I was your age, they were all over me, and you're way better looking
than I ever was." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
looked at Luis who had golden brown skin and strong Latin features.
His black hair hung in short curls on his head. It was hard to tell
what he must have looked like when he was younger. Now in his
forties, he was a stud. Years working of working out had kept his
body lean and strong. In high-school, he might have looked too young
to be hot. He might be one of those rare guys who get hotter as they
age. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I,
uh, do ok." Sean stuttered. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Problem
with girls," Luis said as he dropped his chips on the table, "is
that they never want to put out. Not at that age. They get sluttier
in college." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah."
Sean said softly. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Course,
guys," Luis said with a little bit of a slur, "Guys will do
just about anything if you can find one who's willing. That's the way
to go." Sean blushed, "And if you're the kind of guy who's
willing, you never find yourself hunting for action." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Lots
of guys out there that just want a blowjob." I added with a
smile.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Sure.
Even now, I mean, I do alright but I'm not going to say no to a
little action on the side," he looked back at Sean, "You
ever meet a guy like that? A guy that's willing to help his bros
out?" </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
was blushing and his tight jeans showed his excitement. I figured
that he was starting to regret dressing like a whore in front of my
friends. Luis suddenly broke off and looked at his cards, then he
looked at my pile of chips. "What to do?" </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I'm
going to go to the head while you think about it," I said. I
walked around the corner and listened from behind the wall.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Luis
looked Sean over, pausing as his eyes moved over the bulge in his
jeans. "You didn't answer my question. You ever meet a guy like
that, a guy that is willing to help his buddies out when they need
it? Maybe help you out?" </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
stuttered, "I, uh, I know some gay guys." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I'm
not talking about gay guys," Luis said quickly. "I'm
talking about the kind of guy that just lives to serve others.
Serving women isn't enough for him, so he starts to serve guys.."
</span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I,
uh, I don't think I know anyone like that." Sean said. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Well,
my boy Sam, he's got a guy like that. Dude will get on his knees and
blow him whenever he asks. Sam tells me it's pretty awesome, and if
it keeps some girl from getting pregnant, who am I to complain?"
</span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I
know Sam." Sean said. There was a long pause as Luis studied my
son.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Tell
me the truth," Luis said suddenly as he pushed out the chair
across from him. Sean sat down. "You think I'm hot kid?" </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
sat up quickly and then smiled, "Well, yeah, man. I mean, sir."
</span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
looked under the table quickly and saw Luis' sock covered foot
pushing into Sean's crotch. The guy was moving fast, and he was drunk
enough to be daring. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
know my son Sam, right? Do you think he's hot?" </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Totally
hot." Sean said. He groaned a little bit and looked over at me.
I smiled and he blushed badly. Then he licked his lips and said, "But
you're hotter." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"No
shit." Luis said, caught off guard by Sean's advance. He lowered
his voice, almost whispering. "Too bad your dad is here, I would
show you a good time." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
slid off his chair. "He doesn't care," he said, "Trust
me." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
peeked around the corner. Sean was on his knees in front of Luis, and
he had a hand on each of his thighs. Then he leaned forward and
licked the bulge in Luis' jeans. He licked the fabric until it was
dark and then pulled away. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
got somewhere that we can go?" Luis asked. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Nope."
Sean muttered as he started to undo the guy's fly. Luis lifted his
ass and Sean slid his jeans down. He was wearing a grey pair of
briefs that fit him like a glove. His cock bulged against the fabric,
a thick log draped over his thigh. Near the tip there were several
dark wet spots. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You're
sure." Luis muttered. Then he groaned as Sean pushed his face
into his basket. Sean rubbed his face all over them Luis' nuts,
pushing up under them and pressing the crown of his head into Luis'
junk. Just as Luis was leaning back and settling in, I walked back
into the room. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"What
the fuck?" I said. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
looked up, "Dad, I'm sorry, it's just that . . ." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Luis
was gobsmacked. He stared at me, wondering what was coming next.
"Sorry about that Lou. The kid's been grounded all week and he's
not supposed to be messing around with guys. Problem is, he's such a
cock hound that I can barely keep him off the guys. Little fucker
went for my dick this morning. He's out of his mind." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Dad
. . ." Sean said. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"It's
fine. You want his dick, go for it." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
started to fiddle with his shorts, as Luis looked up at me. "Youâre
really ok with this, I mean, he's your son." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"We
have a special relationship," I said with a grin, "But you
should really go upstairs if you're going to do this. You ever fuck
around with a teenage stud in his own bed? It's hot as fuck. Turns
Sean on too, and when he gets going, he's total cock whore." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Dad,"
Sean whined again. Luis was already standing with his jeans around
his knees. He stepped out of his pants and tossed them on the table.
He grabbed Sean and pulled him up to his feet. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Lead
the way, stud," he said as he slapped Sean on the ass. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
followed behind them. Luis seemed oblivious to my presence, and I sat
across from the bed as he pushed Sean toward it. He pulled off my
son's shirt and then pressed his face against Sean's chest. I saw him
breath in deep before he stepped away and started to unbutton the fly
of his pants. Luis turned toward me. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Fuck
man, I watch Sam walk around the house half dressed day in and day
out and it makes me so horny. Ever since he started to grow up, I've
just been craving a chance to get with a guy. I've been waiting for
something like this for like a year." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Sam's
not as straight as you might think." I said, "Sean's been
blowing him for a couple of weeks. He's a little rough, but Sean
seems to like it." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"No
kidding." Luis said. He shoved a finger into Sean's mouth and
played with his tongue. "So you're the dude who's been keeping
my kid out of trouble. Good work." Luis pushed Sean's pants down
and put his hands on his hips. "I know that guy's like you are
more into sucking than getting sucked, but I haven't tasted a guy
like you since I was in my twenties, and I'm not going to pass it
up." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
pushed Sean backward onto the bed and knelt down between his legs. He
engulfed Sean's hard cock,and, within a minute, he had the whole
thing in his throat. Then he pulled off, smacked his lips, and dove
onto Sean's balls. He sucked both nuts into his mouth and pulled them
away from Sean's body, sucking and pulling until Sean reached down
and held onto his sack. When they popped out of his mouth, Luis
growled and then pushed Sean's thighs upward. He poked once or twice
at his hole and then went to work rimming my boy. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Not
every guy who marries a woman is what I would describe as straight.
Some guys like myself have a healthy appreciation for the male body,
for what it can do, for it's strength and hardness. I could tell that
Luis was one of us. As he ate Sean's butthole, he reached into his
jeans and pulled out his cock. Long and brown, he slowly worked his
fingers over the length of his rod, rubbing his precum around the
thick head. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"With
a hole like this, I get why Sam has been steering clear of girls
lately." Luis said when he came up for breath. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Sam
hasn't fucked him yet." I said, "Only me." I raised an
eyebrow and grinned at Luis. "You can be his second guy if you
want it. He hasn't gotten laid in a week, and he's ready for it."
</span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Luis's
hand snaked between Sean's legs and played with his asshole as he
looked down at Sean. "Your pussy feels hungry, boy. You need a
big man's cock up in there?" </span></span></span>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Fuck
yes." </span></span></span>
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<br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I'm
surprised you don't have half the guys at school plugging you. Big
stud like you, they won't feel threatened at all as they drill you.
Just bros helping each other out." Luis looked at me and we
laughed. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I've
been keeping him on a short leash." I said, "I don't want
him getting in over his head." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
want it though, I can tell" Luis said as he worked another
finger into Sean's ass. Sean leaned forward and tried to pull Luis
toward him. Luis got the hint and leaned into Sean, feeding him the
first few inches of his cock. "I bet you go to bed at night,
rubbing this boy hole, thinking about all of your jock friends
running a train on you. Just one hot, sweaty stud after another. I
bet in your fantasies you don't even know who's giving it to you.
It's just dick and ass all around you." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Fuck."
Sean moaned with his mouth still locked around Luisâs cock.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You're
reading his mind, man." I said, "Maybe Sam can set
something like that up." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Probably
could," Luis said, "But be careful, the Sam is kind of a
sexual deviant. It could get out of control." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
bent over and looked Sean in the eyes, "They're going to make
you their toy, son. They're going to do whatever they want to you,
and then when they're done with that, they're going to make new
things up. Give it a couple of weeks and you're going to be drowning
in cock and cum." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
moaned and his cock spasmed. Luis looked down at him, "You are
horny as fuck right now." He drove his fingers into Sean's
asshole, adding another finger to keep him guessing. Sean moaned and
bucked his hips. His cock jumped again and then slapped down onto his
stomach. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
stood up, realizing that it was getting late and that Sean was going
to prematurely blow his load if Luis wasn't careful. I walked over to
the bed and climbed behind Sean. I wrapped my arms around his chest
and held him tight. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
ready fag?" I said. </span></span></span>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Fuck
yes." Sean groaned. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
looked up at Luis and smiled. "Time to give it to the boy, bro."
</span></span></span>
</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Luis
positioned himself between Sean's legs and leaned forward. I reached
behind Sean's ass and took hold of Luis cock, rubbing it up and
across the crater between Sean's legs. "You feel that boy, you
feel the cock that Dad found for you. You know I'll do anything to
keep my boy happy." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"It
feels big." Sean said. </span></span></span>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Thank
him." Luis interrupted with a smirk. "Thank your dad for
teaching you about how much you love dick." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Thank
you for showing me how much I love cock, dad. Thanks for letting me
play with yours." </span></span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Nice."
Luis said, "Now tell him to put it in you. Tell him you want my
big Latin cock." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Give
it to me dad." Sean said, his eyes a little red and unfocused,
"Give me that hot dick. Put it in me." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
know what the best part of this is? Eventually Sam is going to tell
me that he finally got to fuck his fag, and I'm going to know that I
was there first." </span></span></span>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
pushed the head of Luis' dick up against Sean's hole and then gave
him a nod. He pushed forward with his hips and shoved his cock into
Sean's well used ass. All seven inches of hard thick dick slipped
into Sean, inch after inch, slowly stretching him open. Sean groaned
softly, and he had a sort of grin on his face. He wasn't in pain; he
was as happy as I'd ever seen him. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"There
you go, you cock hungry stud, now you're complete again." Luis
said as he slowly pulled out. He started to thrust and, as he shoved
in and out of my son's body, I rubbed Sean's stomach. I could feel
Luis' hardness inside him as I pushed down against his flat stomach.
Luis began to pick up the pace, slowly at first and then he stopped. </span></span></span>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
really like your old man's dick?" he asked. Sean nodded softly.
"Then turn over." Luis said. He pulled out of Sean's body
and his cock slapped against his stomach. Despite his age, Luis was
as hard as a teenager. He looked at me. "You take your pants
off. I want to watch this boy worship his dad's dick while I fuck him
senseless." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We
quickly repositioned ourselves. Luis mercilessly plunged back into
Sean's body and my son lunged forward from pain, pushing his forehead
into my hairy stomach. I let him catch his breath and then I pushed
him down into my junk. Sean went for my cock, but I didn't want to
give him the satisfaction of having something to passively suck on. I
wanted him to work for my load, so I pushed him into my nuts. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Luis
hadn't been joking about fucking Sean senseless. He jack-hammered
into my boy, pushing his body forward into mine. All the while he
kept one hand planted firmly on the back of Sean's skull, pushing his
face between my legs. Sweat dripped from his head as he got going,
and Sean looked like he was in heaven. </span></span></span>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Eat
those nuts, fag." Luis growled, "Eat those fucking nuts.
Those are the nuts that made you, put a fucking jock like you right
up in your mom's belly. Those nuts deserve your respect." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
lifted my ass off the bed knowing that what Sean really wanted was to
get between my cheeks. He took the cue and let Luis shove him up
between my cheeks. His tongue flicked across my hole, but mostly Sean
just rubbed his forehead and cheeks against my flesh, worshiping my
body with his face. </span></span></span>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"God
this hole is fine." Luis grumbled. He was bent over Sean now,
licking his back and biting at his neck. "I'm so close. So
fucking close. Gonna put a baby in that belly of yours. You want
that? You want my hot cum? You'll have had me and Sam. You get his
older brother and you'll be able to complete the set. He's coming
home in a month or two, you know. The three of us, we could really
teach you what it means to be a fag." </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Luis
went silent as he pounded Sean. Then, finally, he let out a loud
groan. He buried his cock to the hilt into Sean, grabbing onto his
shoulders and pulling his ass back into his groin. Sean moaned, his
mouth hanging open in a silent scream as Luis punched him in the
guts. Luis's body shuddered for a few moments and then he collapsed
onto Sean. Five seconds later, he rolled off, his cock still hard but
shiny now with semen. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Clean
him up son." I said softly. </span></span></span>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
crawled over to Luis and knelt over his dick. He leaned forward and
licked at it tentatively, then he started to run his lips over the
whole thing, sucking up every drop of Luis' load that he could. Luis
let him have at it for about 30 seconds before he pushed him away.
"Take care of your dad. Show me how you do it." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
crawled back over to me and dove onto my cock. He was excited and he
took at it like a hoover. I was so boned up that I was right on the
edge. A couple flicks of the wrist and I was cumming in the boy's
mouth, filling him up with a flavor that he hadn't tasted in almost a
week. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
licked it all up while Luis watched. When he was finished, he looked
at Luis and smiled, licking the last of my nut from his lips. Luis
glanced at me and mouthed the word 'slut.' I smiled proudly and
rubbed Sean's head, then I pushed him off of me and stood up, pulling
my jeans back on. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Well,
guess that was a good way to end your punishment. Happy?" </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Yes
sir." Sean said. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"And
you're going to let me know where you are from now on. No matter
what?" </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"No
matter what." Sean said. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Alright,
go have fun." I turned to Luis, "You two could probably
carpool. I'm guessing he's going to be between Sam's legs within the
hour." </span></span></span>
</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
and my boy, you're lucky guys having a cocksucker like this around."
Luis said as he started to dress. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Yes
we are." I said with a grin. </span></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hope
you guys like it â Charlie </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">cosmic709@yahoo.com</span></span></div>
C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-76244425860321078002017-02-05T13:27:00.001-08:002017-02-05T13:27:27.157-08:00Gym Buddies, Part 1Here's something new. More Teaching My Son a Lesson later this week.<br />
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----------------------------------------<br />Gym Buddies, Part 1<br />C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com<br />cceroticstories.blogspot.com<br />charliessmut.tumblr.com<br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />I'm pretty sure that I fell in love with Dylan and Jordan the first time I met them. I was new to town and worked out at a small, local gym. It lacked the amenities of the big corporate gyms, but the clientele was a good mix of guys and everyone was friendly. At 28 years old, I no longer loved working out with guys who were ten years younger than me and twice as strong, and most afternoons, I found myself lifting with retirees, cops, and firefighters. <br /><br />Dylan and Jordan were neither. Both were in their early twenties and students at the local university. While it cost them more to work out off campus, our gym wasn't nearly as crowded . There were a few other guys around the same age, but they definitely not the norm. <br /><br />From the moment I first started working out with them, I used every opportunity I could find to check them out. They were both beautiful men. Dylan was huge, around six foot two or three with a thick chest, narrow waist, and huge legs. His face was clean shaven and he wore a ball-cap almost all of the time. He liked to wear sleeveless shirts that showed off his arms and chest, both of which were tanned a light golden brown. Jordan was around 5'11", but looked tiny next to Dylan. He had longish light brown hair that he carefully styled. In between sets he played with it, messing it up a little while he looked at himself in the mirror. He had a smaller frame that was bulky with muscles. He was built like a superhero, balanced but with a lot of mass on top and not much below. <br /><br />I was kind of lecherous when these guys were around. Young, built, and seemingly straight they were both out of my league. That didn't stop me from gazing at them and replenishing my spank bank with images of their bodies. Everyday, religiously, they worked out together, and I quickly shifted my schedule to match theirs. If they had noticed me staring, they didn't seem to care, and after a week, we were nodding at each other when we passed in the locker room. <br />
<a name='more'></a><br />I was in the squat rack the first time Dylan and Jordan approached me. The guys wanted to work in. Any inconvenience this caused me was totally worth it: I'm a total ass man, and these guys had really nice backsides when they weren't flexing. In the rack I would finally get to see those mounds of muscle at their best.<br /><br />I checked my pride as I watched Dylan add almost a hundred pounds to the bar. He took the weight low, and I stared as his huge butt bulged in his shorts. I wanted to get down on my knees to see if I could catch a glimpse of his balls between his legs, to pull down his shorts and fuck him stupid. Nothing better destroying a muscle dude's ass. Big fucking jocks like Dylan made the perfect bottoms. I loved listening to a big guy groan as I smashed his face into a pillow. <br /><br />Jordan pulled about twenty pounds off the bar and then slipped under it. He adjusted his hair in the mirror. If he wasn't so beautiful it would have turned me off. He squatted down and his ass opened up. There wasn't an ounce of fat on the guy and his butt was two flat mounds of muscle with a deep crevice between the cheeks. <br /><br />I was standing there with my mouth open watching Jordan squat when Dylan snuck up behind me. <br /><br />"I wish my ass looked like that. I'd have to drop like twenty pounds though." <br /><br />"I know, right." I said back, "I'd have to gain about twenty pounds of muscle to get close to anything like that." <br /><br />I must have blushed because Dylan slapped my ass as he pushed me back into the rack. "C'mon, you're kind of jacked," he said. The complement made me blush even brighter, and I was feeling confidant as I got under the bar. Then Dylan added, "For an old dude." <br /><br />I powered through my set and turned back toward him. "How old do you think I am?" <br /><br />"Forty." Jordan said as Dylan walked into the rack.<br /><br />I was trying to think of a comeback when Dylan grunted, "He's fucking with you dude. We know you're not forty."<br /><br />"Late twenties or early thirties," Jordan guess, "Which is pretty old by the way." <br /><br />I shrugged and looked at both of them. Jordan had a youthful face and didn't look over twenty-one. Dylan was the kind of guy whose age was impossible to guess. He looked around 25 but could have been anywhere between twenty and thirty. <br /><br />When I finished my third set I said goodbye and walked away. Over the next week, we occasionally lifted together, and on the following Friday afternoon, they asked me if I wanted to grab a beer after our workout. I was nervous about hanging out with two guys who played a major role in most of my jerk off sessions, but my dick overpowered my brain. <br /><br />There was a ball game playing on the screen above the bar, which helped keep the conversation going. The guys were cool and relaxed around me. At one point Dylan asked me if I had a girlfriend and when I said no, he just laughed and said that didn't surprise him. When I looked perplexed Jordan grinned, "You sort of stare at us sometimes, dude. I mean, I don't care. I work out so people will stare at me. But you're a little obvious." <br /><br />I blushed, but Dylan jumped in. "This bastard walks around half-naked all day long, flexing and showing off. Pretty guys like him love to show it off and then whine about people gawking." <br /><br />"This fucker drools over me constantly." Jordan said pointing at Dylan. I looked over at him, still trying to figure out if they were winding me up or if Dylan was gay. "He hangs around outside the bathroom so he can get a look at my dick after I shower." <br /><br />"Wanna know a secret?" Dylan said to me, âJordan's dick is his least impressive body part. Mine, on the other hand, is awesome. You know what they say about a guy who's six foot three, with huge hands and feet, huge shoulders, a huge chest, and huge legs?" <br /><br />"What do they say?" I said with a grin. <br /><br />"They say, 'That guy has got a huge cock.'"<br /><br />Jordan rolled his eyes. "I've seen it. It's not impressive." <br /><br />"How many dicks have you seen? Like yours and mine. I've seen a ton and mine is massive." <br /><br />"My cock is the only one you've seen all year." Jordan shot back. Then he looked at me, "Dylan's been unlucky in love lately." <br /><br />I was a little surprised. Gay or straight I figured Dylan would have no problem getting laid. He wasn't smoking hot or anything, but he was in great shape and he had a decent face. Almost all of the guys I knew would have sawed off their arm to go home with him. If he wasnât getting any, it was because he wasn't trying. <br /><br />"What about you?" Dylan asked, "Getting laid lately?" <br /><br />"I do ok." I said, blushing as I said it. <br /><br />Jordan howled and then pulled himself toward the table. "That means you're not getting any either." <br /><br />"This from the guy who was jacking off in the living room when I got home from class this morning." Dylan said before I could respond. <br /><br />We went back to talking about working out and sports. I kept eyeing Dylan. He didn't seem gay; my gaydar would never have picked up on him. Even after I knew, it didn't seem true. His mannerisms, the way he talked, the way he dressed, it all screamed straight. Not that gay guys all act the same, but I can usually pick up on something. I thought back to the slap on the ass he gave me the day we met, even that had seemed completely innocent. <br /><br />The next week at the gym, the three of us were friendlier, but worked out independently of one another. We talked a little when were lifting next to each other or if one of us wanted to cut in, but after a few days I figured the beer was a one-time deal. I was surprised when they invited me to their apartment to watch a football game that Saturday. <br /><br />Dylan had noticed the hat I always wore when I was at the gym. My alma mater wasn't popular on the West coast, but he and Jordan said they wanted to watch the game. They gave me a time and told me where they lived. <br /><br />I wasn't as nervous about hanging out with them this time, but I admit I obsessed about what to wear. I wanted to look young, but not so young that I'd look like an idiot. There is nothing less attractive than a guy in his late twenties pretending like he is eighteen. I settled on a decent pair of jeans and one of my old college t-shirts. Pretty casual and unoffensive, I thought. <br /><br />The guys lived in a nondescript line of townhouses near the university. I banged on the door and Dylan yelled out and called me in. I walked into the main room. About ten guys were huddled around the TV. There was a Pac-12 game playing. I looked at Dylan and raised an eyebrow. <br /><br />"Dudes are watching the USC game down here. We can go up to my room. I have a huge fucking TV, man. Fills the whole fucking wall." <br /><br />It was eleven a clock in the morning and Dylan was already half drunk. I could smell the beer on his breath. He lead me up the stairs and opened the door to his bedroom. <br /><br />Jordan was sprawled out on a couch, wearing gym shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. His hair, normally sort of spiky, was flat against his head. He'd gotten out of the shower recently and his skin was still red. Dylan's bed was against one wall and on the other wall he had one of the biggest TV's I'd ever seen. It filled most of the wall, just like Dylan had promised, and pre-game banter was playing loudly. On the table in front of the ratty couch there was a twelve pack of Coor's Light, already torn open, and a bottle of Jack Daniels. Dylan tossed me a beer and then collapsed into the couch. He left a gap for me in the middle between him and Jordan. I sat down between them and felt my body lean toward Dylan. His massive weight depressed one whole side of the couch and pulled me into him.<br /><br />The first quarter passed quickly. After each scoring play, Dylan and Jordan did a shot of JD. Neither of them asked if I was drinking, and when Dylan poured me the first shot I tossed it back with them. I hadn't come to the house intending to get drunk, and I realized as soon as the first shot was in my stomach that I should have known these guys would be drinking faster than I was now used to. <br /><br />The second quarter passed even more quickly, and the whiskey hit me pretty hard. It was early in the morning, and I didn't drink hard alcohol regularly. While I can hold my own, even with younger guys, slamming four shots in the space of an hour had my head spinning. When Dylan decided to end the quarter with a celebratory shot, I told him I had to pass. He smirked at me before downing both his own shot and the one he'd poured for me. <br /><br />Jordan patted me on the back. "I've lived with this guy for three years and you know what I've learned? Only an idiot tries to match him drink for drink. He's a giant. It's not a fair fight." <br /><br />"You know what I've learned? Jordan is a lightweight." Dylan said, "And he's a sloppy drunk. And he gets handsy." <br /><br />"What the fuck?" Jordan said from my left side. <br /><br />Dylan turned to me, ignoring Jordan. "Seriously, when he gets drunk the dude is all over me. He thinks just because I like dudes I'll suck his dick whenever he wants it." <br /><br />Drinking doesn't usually make me horny, but drinking with these two guys was turning me on. As the conversation took this latest turn, my dick started to get uncomfortable in my jeans. The worst was that Dylan knew what he was doing. He wanted to make me uncomfortable by steering the conversation toward sex. It was absolutely obvious that he was doing it on purpose. <br /><br />Dylan kept talking, "I mean little guys like Jordan are hot and everything, but he's my roommate. It would get weird." <br /><br />I nodded. Jordan got off the couch, "Stop calling me little, dude. I'm not little at all. I'm bigger than like every guy in this house but you." <br /><br />"He's also an angry drunk." Dylan said to me. Then he stood up next to Jordan, stretching out his chest and squaring off his shoulders. "And you are little. Look at you. I could pick you up and toss you down the stairs if I wanted to." <br /><br />Jordan looked at me. "See what I put up with?" <br /><br />I wasn't listening. Apparently I wasn't the only one with a semi-hard dick. Dylan was wearing gym shorts and his cock was clearly visible. The bulge in between his legs looked huge, and I could make out the line around the glans. Jordan's lump was also visible, but not with the kind of detail on display between Dylan's legs. <br /><br />I nodded again and Jordan said he had to go to the bathroom. As soon as he left, Dylan pawed his crotch and said, "Like what you see, dude?" <br /><br />"Uh . . ." I stuttered. <br /><br />"Look man. I'm just as gay as you. You think I haven't checked out your dick at the gym?" He sat down next to me on the couch, a little closer this time, and I rolled against him as his weight pulled me in. "Jordan's right though. It's been a while since I've gotten any. Not as long as him, but a while." <br /><br />"You must not be trying very hard then." I said, "You're kind of a stud." <br /><br />"Bad break-up. Blah blah blah." Dylan said. "I swear I didn't even get a hard-on for like a week. Now my dick is hard all the time and I've got no one to fuck, see." <br /><br />Before I knew what he was doing Dylan took my hand and put it between his legs. His cock felt massive, and it pulsed in my hand. I would have pulled away, but Dylan held onto my wrist. I was drunk, horny, and the world around me was spinning. <br /><br />Jordan walked in and saw me with my hand in Dylan's crotch. He raised an eyebrow and sat down on the couch next to me. "If you two fags want to fuck, you gotta do it somewhere else. I'm watching the rest of the game." <br /><br />Jordan moved closer to me on the couch and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. He pulled me back toward him. His body was warm, unbelievably warm, and suddenly I had the feeling that I needed to get out of there. The situation no longer under my control. I was 28 years old, and wherever things were going, I didn't think it would turn out well for me. As I started to get up, Jordan pulled me in tighter. <br /><br />"I feel like I should warn you. Dylan is kind of a dick. He'll fuck you and then he'll never talk to you again. So don't go falling in love with him," Jordan said. He slurred his words, but he poured another shot and tossed it back. "Me, on the other hand, I'm a cool dude. I won't treat you like a slut or anything. And I've got a nice dick too." <br /><br />Jordan took my free hand and put it on his cock. Now I had a dick in each hand and, so far as I could tell, two drunk college studs trying to seduce me. <br /><br />"Told you he gets handsy.â Dylan said to me. Then he looked at Jordan, âMaybe he wants me to fuck him and then leave him alone. You want that, dude?" <br /><br />I looked over at him, "Actually, uh . . . Not really. I'm pretty much a top. Sorry." <br /><br />Dylan looked across me toward Jordan, âHow many times have you heard a guy tell me that, bro?"<br /><br />"Like a million." Jordan said. <br /><br />"Easily a million." Dylan repeated. He reached to the table and poured us both another shot. "Jordan is my wing-man. Guy's flock to him cause he's so pretty, then I swoop in and fuck their brains out. They all want to plow his ass, but end up on their backs underneath me. It's sort of a thing I do." <br /><br />"You make tops into bottoms," I said with a grin. The whiskey burned my throat. <br /><br />"Well, bottoms for me." Dylan laughed. "I live a hard life." <br /><br />The football game started again and for about five minutes, the conversation slowed down. I was grateful for the chance to get my thoughts back together. Just as I was starting to feel comfortable again, Dylan stood up. His cock wasn't semi-hard anymore, it was completely hard. <br /><br />"Alright boys, one of you is going to suck me off. I can't take it anymore." Dylan looked down at me and then he looked at Jordan. He took a step toward Jordan, who started to get up off the couch. Dylan picked him up like a fireman and tossed him over his shoulder. He walked to the door and set Jordan down in the hallway. It was amazing. Jordan had to weigh at least 170 and Dylan lifted him like he was nothing. Then he turned back toward me and shut the door behind him. <br /><br />"Look man . . .â I started. <br /><br />"Look man," Dylan mocked me. "What the fuck? Do you even like dudes? I know you're into me and I'm obviously into you, so let's have some fun. It's not like I'm asking you to marry me or something. It's one lousy cock. Well, honestly, one absolutely epic cock." <br /><br />He sat down on the far end of the couch and spread his legs wide. His cock stretched down one leg of his shorts. He reached across to me and placed his hand behind my neck. As soon as that big paw touched my skin, I knew it was over. As he pulled me close, I slid off of the couch and onto the floor. <br /><br />I was between his legs, staring up into his crotch. The red nylon was stretched tight and I couldn't make out much of his shaft, but the head of his cock was clearly sitting against his thigh. I grabbed onto the fabric covered bulge and pushed the fabric up his leg until the tip of his dick was on display. He was uncut and the head looked huge. I'd never seen a dickhead as thick and wide as his. <br /><br />"I wasn't lying about not getting laid for a while. My balls are ready to explode." <br /><br />I grabbed onto his shaft and rubbed it. My hand kept moving up between his legs, farther and farther. His dick had to be eight or nine inches long. Longer than anything I had ever seen in real life. Absolutely massive. I moved to put my mouth onto the head, but he grabbed my shoulders and held me back. <br /><br />"Not until you show me yours," he said softly. <br /><br />I stood up and dropped my jeans. My six and a half inch dick was harder than it had been in the last five years, and it shot straight out from my groin. Dylan reached forward and pushed my shirt up over my flat, hairy stomach. <br /><br />"Yes," he hissed, "I love hairy guys." <br /><br />He pulled me forward, reaching around my back, until I was straddling him, sitting in his lap. He leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips. His tongue invaded my mouth and I felt his hard dick underneath me. At the same time, his huge hands rubbed my spine and massaged my neck. I kissed his neck while he nibbled on my ear. Before we broke apart, I knew what he had said earlier was true. If he asked me to do it, I would bottom for him. <br /><br />Dylan took my dick in his hand and pulled it down. When he let go, it slapped back up against my stomach. <br /><br />"You're pretty hard for an old guy." I could feel his absolutely solid rod underneath me. I wanted to tell him I was about as hard as I'd ever been, but didn't want to seem desperate. <br /><br />"You're kind of my type." I said as I licked at his neck. <br /><br />He was still toying with my dick when he said, "Guys like you are all the same. You go around fucking dudes, thinking you're a big bad top, but when you come up against a guy like me, you completely melt." He was pulling on my dick now, slowly jerking me off. Precum ran out of me like a faucet, and I was minutes away from blowing my load onto his chest. I pressed my ass down into his cock. He leaned forward and whispered, "Before I'm finished with you, I'm going to destroy this ass." <br /><br />As his tongue slipped into my ear, I completely lost control. I leaned into him, pressed my face against his chest, and started to cum. He kept up the slow, methodical hand job as my cum splashed into his fist. While I came, I breathed in the smell of his body. He smelled sexy, like he'd taken a shower and then worked out, a man's musk mixed with soap. I drooled into his t-shirt and humped his hand like a fucking animal. When I was done, my face burned red. Dylan just grinned at me. <br /><br />"Well, I guess you'll be game when the time comes." <br /><br />"Fuck, I'm sorry." I said. <br /><br />"Don't worry," Dylan said. He pushed me off of him and then stood up and pulled off his cum covered shirt. He flopped back down on the couch. "I was trying to get you off. I knew you were into me, but I didn't know you were that into me. Seriously, when was the last time you were with a guy." <br /><br />"It's uh . . . not that. . . uh," I stammered. <br /><br />Dylan rubbed the side of my face and then slipped his hand behind my neck. As he pulled my head into his crotch, he muttered, "I'm going to have so much fun with you." <br /><br />His dick was rock hard and he grabbed it with the hand that had been behind my head. Then he spread my cum from his other hand onto his mammoth cock. He pulled on it a few times, rubbing the cum along the whole shaft, and then he pushed it toward my mouth. The stink of cum and cock overwhelmed me as I sucked his dick into my mouth. <br /><br />I licked all of my cum off of his cock. It had soaked into the folds of his foreskin and I stuck my tongue under his hood to eat it all up. He purred long and hard and then wrapped his hand around my neck again. Slowly, he directed me up and down his dick, moving me where he wanted me and gently massaging my neck. <br /><br />From the way he was groaning, I knew he was on the edge. His dick was so massive that I couldn't get much of my mouth on it at once. I started to jerk on his cock, but he pushed my hand away. Instead, he grabbed his dick with his own hand and pulled my face into his nuts. <br /><br />There are few things I love more than sucking a guys nuts and taint, and Dylan had beautiful nuts - big, hairy low-hangers. I slobbered all over them, licking up his sweat and coating his balls in my spit. His hand never left my skull, massaging my scalp and pulling me into his body. I was breathing hard, licking underneath his sack, when he lifted up his hips and yanked my head away from his body by the hair. <br /><br />"Here you go stud," he growled, "Straight from the tap." <br /><br />I looked up at the big bulky jock, his muscles bulging and his cock swelling, and then his cum started to pour out. I licked up the first blast of nut and then wrapped my lips around the tip. His load filled my mouth as he held onto the back of my head. <br /><br />"That's right, fucking eat it all up." He said as he thrust his cock up into my mouth. "Fucking eat that cum. You're gonna be my little whore aren't you. You want that? You want to be my cum eating whore?" <br /><br />I was so absolutely in the zone that I nodded over and over again. His load just kept coming, and I had to swallow to get it all. When he was finally finished and his dick started to soften in my mouth, I tried to pull away. His cock fell out of my mouth, but Dylan held me tight, pulling me into his groin. <br /><br />"Just stay there for a minute, stud. Take it all in." <br /><br />I kept my head in his crotch, breathing in the hot moist air while he gently pet my head. It was incredibly erotic, his breathing slowed down and his body relaxed. I was hard again and was tempted to get myself off, but I wasn't sure how he would react. The way he mixed gentleness with authority was unlike anything I'd ever encountered before. I nuzzled up against his soft cock and closed my eyes, happy to stay there as long as he wanted me to. <br /><br />His hand finally fell away and I moved back to look at him. He had his hands behind his head and I wanted to take a nose dive into his pits. He stood up and put his shorts back on and then tossed me my jeans. "Too bad it's only 1 in the afternoon, cause I wouldnât mind snuggling up with you." <br /><br />"That would be nice." I said, which was the fucking understatement of the century. <br /><br />The game was over by then and after a few seconds of small talk, Dylan made for the door. He was clearly trying to get me out. "See you at the gym on Monday stud," he said as he slapped my ass hard. I did my best to slip out of the house, went home, and worked over my dick like three more times as I relived one of the hottest sexual encounters I'd ever had. <br />C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-69768346882588991352017-01-02T19:25:00.001-08:002017-01-02T19:25:43.525-08:00Teaching My Son A Lesson, Part 4
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woke up early the next day and made breakfast for Sean. I heard the
shower running and then he walked into the kitchen with a towel tied
around his narrow waist. I walked up to him, tweaked one of his
nipples, and then pulled the towel away. He made a move to cover up
his cock before he remembered that I'd seen it all before. I reached
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"If
you're lucky he's going to be fucking with you, Sean. You're going to
taste your second cock today and find out how another man puts it to
a guy like you. Are you excited?" </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"That's
my boy." I said as I opened up my bathrobe. My cock was
half-hard and the glans was swollen. It looked pretty big, and I saw
Sean's tongue lick his upper lip. "Why don't you practice one
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dropped to his knees and engulfed my cock. We didn't draw it out. He
sucked the tip and lapped at my balls while I worked the shaft. A
couple of minutes later I was feeding him a protein rich,
pre-breakfast snack. Afterward, I pulled my robe back on and sat down
at the table. Sean did the same, still bare ass naked. I pushed my
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had already styled his hair and looked hot. Even if he didn't know
it, subconsciously he was trying to make himself pretty for Sam. I
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guess," he shoveled food into his mouth. "I enjoy it,
right. It makes me happy, and I'm doing better in school, and you're
not yelling at me all the time. It's weird, but, when I'm, you know,
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you're "you know"?" I asked, "Just say it, son.
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah,
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Today's
going to be great for you. Sam's a stud. I'm actually a little
jealous cause I'd like to watch this happen." I said, "Just
one rule. Today's blow-job is it for now. I want to make sure he's
man enough to take care of my boy before I let him at your whole.
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Not
about us, no." I said, "Just find a reason to keep him away
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rolled his eyes. He still resented me when I exercised control over
his life, but he knew it was good for him. After all, I was the one
who set things up with Sam. I stood up from the table and rubbed his
hair. "Good luck today, fag. Youâre going to be great." </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
spent the day at work thinking about Sean and Sam hooking up. My boy
was a natural whore and the thought of him getting used by his jock
buddies kept my dick hard all through the morning. When I realized
that the time had come when Sean was probably on his knees in front
of Sam, I couldn't focus anymore. I wondered if the little Latino
stud would draw it out or if he would shoot his load down Sean's
throat right away. Sometimes young guys get overly excited when they
see a willing mouth, and it would be a bummer if Sam didn't live up
to Sean's fantasies. When I couldn't take it anymore, I drove back
the house and waited for Sean to return home. </span></span>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As
soon as Sean entered, I knew that things had gone well. He had a big
smile on his face. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"How
was it?" I asked. </span></span>
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<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Big."
he said, "And he's kind of twisted. Like you. Rough and dirty."
Sean said with a smile. </span></span>
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<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"No
regrets?" </span></span>
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<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I'm
trying not to think that way. I'm just having fun." </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"That's
a new attitude. If you embrace who you are and stop fighting, youâre
going to get lots of guys like Sam. Tell me what happened." </span></span>
</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
sat down on the couch and started to tell me the story. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As
it turned out, Sam couldn't wait until the end of the day to meet up
with Sean. When he saw him before class in the morning, he grabbed
the lump between his legs and shook it at Sean while they crossed in
the hallway. Even though he was smaller, only about 5'8â, Sam was
confident and a thrill seeker. Two minutes later Sean got a text from
him. "Hope you're hungry," it said. When Sean didn't reply,
Sam texted him again and asked him to meet him in one of the
bathrooms. Sean raised his hand and got a pass so he could go find
Sam. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As
soon as Sean walked into the bathroom, Sam snuck around behind him
and locked the door. He looked at Sean. "Stealing a guy's sweaty
gear, dude, that's pretty sick. I mean, I know I'm hot and
everything, but if you wanted to sniff my shit, you could have at
least asked." </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I,
uh . . ." </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
owe me a pair of shorts, dude. You gonna give them back?" </span></span>
</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
had the briefs balled up in his back pocket, and he quickly took them
out and handed them to Sam. Sam unfolded the fabric and ran his
fingers over it. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Is
this cum?" </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah,
I mean, I got a little excited, you know. After you texted me." </span></span>
</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sam
tossed them back to Sean. "I don't want something with your cum
on it. You can buy me some new ones. Now get over here." Sam
said as he pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him. </span></span>
</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
walked over and stood in front of Sam. After about five seconds, it
became obvious that he wasn't supposed to be standing. He dropped to
his knees. As soon as he hit the ground, Sam stepped close to him, so
that his crotch was about an inch away from Sean's face. </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"What're
you waiting for dude? You wanted to sniff my dick, so go for it."
Sam grabbed the back of Sean's head and forced him into the denim.
Sean breathed in deeply and loudly, so that Sam would know that he
was actually doing it. The smell was familiar. He'd spent a good part
of the night with Sam's briefs on his face. He took another deep
breath and then Sam pushed him away. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Man,
dude. I was excited when I found out that you're into my cock, but
knowing that you're a dirty fag is even better. All this time we've
known each other you could've been helping me out and taking my
loads.â He unbuttoned his jeans. âYou want a peek at what you're
going to get?" </span></span>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
nodded. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sam
slowly pulled down the zipper, watching Sean as he opened his fly.
His pubes, long and straight, poked out of his jeans and the top of
his shaft became visible. He pulled open his jeans and pushed them
off his hips. His dick hung inches from Sean's face. It was dark
brown, about four inches long, and uncut. His balls, big and smooth,
hung low behind it. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
lick it and we're done. Understand?" </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
nodded again and then Sam grabbed the back of his head and pulled him
into his bush. For thirty seconds he rubbed his balls and cock
against Sean's face, making sure that every inch of skin had been
touched by what was between his legs. When he was done, he moved away
and looked down at Sean. </span></span>
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<br />
</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"There.
You like the smell of my cock so much, now you'll get to smell it all
day. See you after classes are done. You might want to skip lunch,
cause I'm going to fuck that throat like I own it." </span></span>
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<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
stood in the bathroom in shock. He'd expected that Sam would want a
blow-job, and he knew that the Latino stud had a fair amount of
self-confidence, but his aggressive attitude was a little unexpected.
He shoved Sam's briefs back into his pocket and walked to class. When
he looked down between his legs, he noticed his hard on and a big wet
spot on the front of his jean. Then he smelled Sam's body on his
face. He knew he would be hard most of the day, and his precum would
probably soak his pants. He had to hold his hands over his bulge when
he walked into the classroom. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Six
hours later, Sean could barely contain himself. He'd been thinking
about Sam's cock and smelling his junk on his face all day long. He
thought about rubbing one out, but worried that it would make things
worse. So he waited, and eventually met Sam in an abandoned hallway
next to the locker rooms. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sam
had been working out. He was wearing a gray pair of cotton shorts,
darkened around the waist with sweat, and a black t-shirt that
grabbed at his chest. The dude was compact and muscular, and the
clothes showed off all of his assets. His hair was a little messy and
his muscles were pumped up. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
grabbed at his cock. "You ready for it." </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
swallowed. Then he nodded. </span></span>
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<br />
</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Good
deal." He walked up to Sean and grabbed him by the neck. Half
pulling him and half leading him, he took him into the abandoned
locker-room. Then he pushed Sean down onto his knees. </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In
a second, Sam had stepped out of his shorts and locked the door
behind him. He pulled off his shirt. Sean was shocked. The only man
he'd ever seen naked and been able to look at was his dad. Sam was
the complete opposite from his bulky, hairier father. His body was
lean and rippling with muscle. He had almost no hair on his stomach
or chest. He was young, and absolutely beautiful. He grabbed his dick
again, pulling on it. </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Is
this what you were hoping for when you grabbed my shit?" </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I
wasn't really thinking." Sean said. </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I
gotta tell you, I've heard about guys like you. My older brother told
me about them, told me that I could use a dude like you however I
wanted to. I didn't believe it until I saw what a slut you were for
my gear. And then this morning, I fucking humped your face, bro, and
you didn't even flinch." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
couldnât' take his eyes off of Sam's dick. He was half hard and was
getting harder quickly. His foreskin was thick and curled around his
glans. It didn't bunch up over the tip like his and his dad's did,
but formed a perfect circle around the big brown head. As Sean
stared at it, Sam's cock throbbed and bounced getting fuller and
longer with each beat of Sam's heart. Sean swallowed audibly and then
looked up at Sam. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Jesus,
bro, your mouth is actually watering from staring at my dick. You're
that thirsty for it. Guess you don't get a lot of chances to get what
you need." </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
didn't say anything in response. Sam grabbed his head by the hair and
turned his face up toward him. He spit on his face and then laughed,
"Fucking ask me for it dude. I want to hear you beg for it."
</span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If
you had asked Sean ahead of time, he would have told you that he
couldn't do that, but as he felt the heat from Sam's body, he
couldn't turn down an attempt to suck his cock. He'd been thinking
about it all day. He stared up into Sam's eyes and said, "Please
let me suck your cock." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sam
smiled, "Sure." he said. tThen he grabbed Sean by the ears
and pulled him toward his cock. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
opened up his mouth and took the half hard dick into his mouth. Sam
pulled him all the way down and he began to suck and lick at the mass
of flesh. As it got hard, the head pushed against the back of his
throat. He'd succeeded a couple of times at deep throating his dad,
but he wasn't that great at it yet. He choked and pulled away. </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sam
wasn't pleased. He let Sean catch his breath and then shoved back
into his mouth. He allowed Sean to suck him on his own for a minute
and then made for his throat again. Sean coughed it up again. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Jesus,
dude." Sam said, "I can get a chick to nurse on my cock. I
want to get into that throat. It's suppose to feel fucking amazing
and dudes are the best at doing it." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
grabbed Sean by the neck again and pushed him toward a bench. "Lay
back and open up. We'll try it this way."</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
did as he was told. He laid on his back and let his head hang off the
bench. Sam lined his dick up with his throat and shoved in. When he
reached the back of Sean's throat, he kept pushing, and this time,
the muscles gave way and he thrust in. Six inches of hard teen cock
slipped into Sean's throat and for about three seconds he held it
there. Sean looked up and all he saw was Sam's ass. All he could
smell was the dude's balls. After the day he'd had, he was familiar
with the aroma, and it drove him wild. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sam
slammed his chest with his fist as he pulled his dick out. "Look
at you, you're getting throat raped and you're hard as a rock." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
shoved back in and bent over Sean, thrusting in deep. Sean gagged,
coughed, and sputtered, but Sam kept driving in and out of his
throat. His eyes were watering, his face was covered in spit, and he
was about ready to call it quits. Just then, Sam pulled out. He
dropped his balls into Sean's mouth. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
â<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Fucking
eat my nuts, bro. Your throat skills need some work, but show me what
you can do with that mouth of yours." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
sucked on the dude's balls. They were big, probably bigger than his
dad's, and shaved clean. The slick skin moved around in his mouth and
he could barely contain his own sexual excitement. He lifted his
hips, automatically fucking the air, as he licked those balls and
took in the feeling of Sam's thick thighs against the side of his
head. It was almost too much and he couldn't hang on. He moaned as he
shot his own load into his pants. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean's
body shuddered as he came, and he shot such a massive load that the
cum quickly soaked through the fabric of his jeans. Sam reached down,
and grabbed his chin. He stared into his eyes. "Did you really
just cum from sucking on my balls? You're that into dick?" When
Sean nodded Sam grinned ear to ear, "Fuck me. This is way better
than I thought it would be. Youâre fucking wired to worship cock.
It's like it's in your nature or something." </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sam
pulled on his dick, his big balls swinging over Sean's eyes. Then he
slipped the tip into his mouth. "Here it comes, faggot. Fucking
drink my nut. Get a taste of what you've been waiting for." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
opened his mouth eagerly. There was no reason for him to pretend he
didn't want it. He was eager for Sam's load, eager to see if it lived
up to the way he'd hyped it up in his head. Sean locked his lips
around the head of Sam's dick and felt it swell in his mouth. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Fuck."
Sam called out, long and low. </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean's
mouth was filled with cum. It spilled out around his lips and then
Sam pulled out and started to jack his dick as he came. The last
dribbles of cum splashed onto Sean's lips. As Sam calmed down, he
started to push the rest of his nut into Sean's mouth with the head
of his cock. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
like that, fag? You like my stud cum? Bet you're thinking of all the
babies I'm gonna make with this dick. Wishing that I could push it up
into you and knock you up. You'd like that, wouldn't you, having my
seed swimming around in your pussy." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
whimpered with lust. It was like Sam was reading his mind. He was
still savoring his cum, rolling it around in his mouth and trying to
get the entire flavor profile. It was different than his dad's. It
was saltier and thicker. He was still thinking about it when Sam
moved away from him. When Sean sat up, Sam was already pulling up his
pants. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Do
you get fucked?" Sam asked as if it was the most normal question
in the world. </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Uh,
only a little." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Bummer.
It would have been fun to take your cherry cunt. Never fucked a dude
before, but then again you're not much of a dude."</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"C'mon
man." Sean started. He was sick of being demeaned by the guy. At
least his dad made him feel halfway good about himself when they were
done. </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
just drank my load, so don't pretend that you're a big man. Not
around me, not anymore. When you want more of this, text me. Don't be
embarrassed; I know you'll want more . . ." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">By
the time he had finished the story, Sean had moved to my lap. As he
talked, I played with his dick. By the time he got to the end of the
story, I had slipped a hand down the back of his jeans and was toying
with his hole. It pulsed and twitched while he talked. The kid really
was a fag through and through. He craved cock and needed it inside of
him. His asshole was alive with lust while he worked through the
story. There was only one way to please him. Only one way he could be
happy. </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Overall
a good time then?" I asked. </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"He
was a little rough." Sean said. </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Maybe
some day you can text him and ask him to come over to fuck you. I'll
help him treat you like you need to be treated." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Dad"
Sean whined. </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"If
the kid is going to use your mouth while you're at school, he needs
to know how to treat you. I don't want my son being treated like
garbage by some jock. I don't care if the guy is hot, he's gotta
respect his fag." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
looked up at me. I could see that he was confused. How could I
respect him and call him a fag at the same time? Of course, he knew
that I loved him, and I tried to treat him just good enough to let
him know that, but a guy like him doesn't respond well to non-stop
affection. If you spoil them they get a little crazy, but with a
little discipline and affection they can become the ultimate
companion. Sam needed to be taught that. Someone had to explain to
him that training a fag was like training a dog. You needed to use
both positive and negative reinforcement. </span></span>
</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You
know he's going to tell other guys. You're going to be real popular
in a few weeks." </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
started to stiffen, "I don't think I want that." </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"It's
what you're going to get." I said. I was rubbing his neck with
one hand and playing with his hole with the other. "Plus, they
won't tell everyone. They don't want people to know a dude is sucking
their dicks. If you're lucky, maybe you'll find a special guy.
They're not all straight you know." </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I'm
still not sure that I'm not straight." Sean said. "I wasn't
exactly a cock-hound before two weeks ago." </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You'll
figure it out." I said, "Now how about you take my pants
off and help me out." </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sean
rolled off of me and slipped between my legs. He unbuttoned my jeans
and opened up the fly. I was free-balling in anticipation of the
night, and when Sean pulled the fly open my dick popped out. I'd been
leaking precum in my shorts while he told me what had happened and
the head was swollen and slimy. </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Hang
on," I said. I put the head of my dick right in front of his
eyes. "Today's a special day for you, cocksucker. It's the first
day that you get two different men in one day. Think about that.
You've had two cocks in that mouth today. How does that make you
feel." </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
saw him swallow a mouthful of saliva. "Hungry," he said. </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.06in; text-indent: 0.06in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Fuck
me." I groaned, "You're perfect, boy. I couldnât' be
prouder." </span></span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As
he grinned at me, I pulled him into my groin, and he started to take
care of his old man.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">---------------</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hope
you guys like it â Charlie </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">cosmic709@yahoo.com</span></span></div>
C. Charliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749204267235567436noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031986220809470620.post-23002687608242947022016-11-27T19:01:00.002-08:002017-01-29T14:56:25.689-08:00Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 3----------------------------------------<br />
Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 3<br />
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com<br />
cceroticstories.blogspot.com<br />
charliessmut.tumblr.com<br />
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For about two weeks, I left Sean alone. I wanted him to ask for my cock, maybe even to beg me for it. He needed to understand that he wasn't spreading his legs for me because I was taking advantage of him or forcing him. He had to want it himself. I even started to fuck a woman I knew from work to make him jealous. After about ten days, I knew it was working. As I was eating breakfast on Thursday, he asked me if I was going to be around that night. I told him I had other things to do. <br />
<br />
During all of this time, I continued to find little ways to remind him of what he was. When he got home from the gym, I complimented him on his body, reminding him that good men expect their boys to keep in shape. When he came home from working out with his friends, I'd tease him about wanting to suck their dicks and ask him if any of his buddies suspected he was a cocksucker. Usually he blushed and didn't answer. Sometimes he shook his head before going to his room. <br />
<br />
Best of all, he was finally obedient and friendly around the house. His chores were done, he obeyed curfew, and he never lipped off. Our relationship was about as good as it had ever been. Maybe that was because he knew that if he put one toe out of line, he'd have my cock in his ass again. Maybe he was afraid of what that would mean for him. <br />
<br />
On Thursday night I scheduled a date with the woman I was screwing and took her out for dinner. I told Sean I would be out late. Instead, I came home with her early to surprise him. It was about ten o'clock, and he was sitting on his bed studying. I was surprised and a little disappointed. If he didn't fuck up or ask me to fuck him, I wasn't going to see his ass again. <br />
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I took the woman into my bedroom down the hall and fucked her brains out. I was brutally loud, imaging I was fucking Sean the whole time. I knew he could hear us, and I imagined him beating off in his bedroom. We went at it for about a half and hour, before I finished. Again, there was no chance that Sean didn't know the exact moment I came. I shouted loud enough for the neighbors to hear.<br />
<br />
When we were done, I walked out of the bedroom naked. My dick was still hard; a half filled condom hung from the tip. I'd shot a nice load, and the sperm filled tip was hanging about two inches down from my cock. I saw Sean's head hanging out of his bedroom door as soon as I opened mine. He quickly ducked back inside, but I knew that he'd seen me. I walked into the bathroom and tied off the rubber. I wrapped it in some tissue and threw it in the trash. Normally I wouldn't have even bothered with a condom, but I wanted to set up a test for Sean. I took a piss and then went back the bedroom. Ten minutes later, the woman was gone. <br />
<br />
I heard Sean's door open. After hearing the toilet flush and his door close, I snuck out of my room and into the bathroom. I looked in the trash and the condom was gone. Jackpot. <br />
<br />
My cock thickened as I walked toward his door. I opened it without knocking. Sean jumped as I walked in. He was sprawled out on his bed, the condom sitting on his bare chest. He had his hand in his boxers, but didn't have his cock out yet. <br />
<br />
"Busted." I said. <br />
<br />
He blushed. <br />
<br />
"You can't have that." I said, "Youâve got to earn it." <br />
<br />
Sean sat up in his bed and his eyes stared at the bulge between my legs. <br />
<br />
"I thought you weren't into dick." I said. <br />
<br />
"I'm not, I'm just . . . " Sean stumbled over his words. He looked down at the loaded condom sitting on his chest. <br />
<br />
I walked over to the bed and crawled onto it. Then I slipped behind Sean and cradled him between my legs. His skin was incredibly hot, and as his back pressed against my stomach, my cock started to get hard again. I understood his confusion. I wasn't really into guys, not romantically at least. Even sexually, it wasn't a man's body that turned me on as much as what I could do to it. I liked turning a man into my plaything, I liked proving that I was stronger and more dominant. <br />
<br />
I snuck my mouth behind Sean's ear and breathed against his skin. His whole body shuddered. I whispered, "Just say it. Once and for all. You've got to just admit it to yourself." I said, "So tell me son, do you like cock?" <br />
<br />
I grabbed my condom from his chest and dragged the heavy tip across his skin before putting it on the nightstand next to us. Then I arched my hips and pressed my dick into his ass. <br />
<br />
"Yes," he hissed. "I like cock."<br />
<br />
"And cum?" <br />
<br />
"And cum," Sean said. <br />
<br />
"Yeah, that's why you dug through the trash for dad's load." I said. I rubbed his shoulders, trying to get him as hot as possible. "Is it just my cock that you like, Sean? Am I the only one?" <br />
<br />
There was a long pause. I could tell that he was thinking about whether or not to tell me the truth. Maybe he was having a hard time admitting it to himself. <br />
<br />
"Who is he?" I prompted. <br />
<br />
"No one." Sean said. <br />
<br />
I started to get up, picking up the condom and untangling our legs. Then I said, "If you're going to lie to me, you can rub one out by yourself. I can tell you're hungry for dick, but if you want it you need to be completely honest with your old man. So, when you're ready to tell me the truth, come and find me." <br />
<br />
He shuddered, his whole body literally shook, then he blurted out, "Like everyone. All I do is check out my friends. I can't figure out what the fuck is wrong with me." <br />
<br />
I licked the back of his ear. "Nothing is wrong with you. Like I said before, you're just hungry. Starving in fact. As soon as you admit that, you'll get all the dick you need and you won't feel this way anymore." <br />
<br />
He turned his head and looked up at me. His big brown eyes were filled with lust and also an amazing amount of trust. I kissed him on the forehead and then shoved a finger into his mouth. He sucked down on it and his hand moved to his cock. I grabbed his forearm and pulled his hand away. He didn't try to resist. <br />
<br />
"So who are you hot for, boy?' I asked, "Tell me who's in the lead to be my son's main man." <br />
<br />
"Chaz,â he blurted out. <br />
<br />
"Chaz." I repeated. I knew the guy. He was about six foot one with classic boy next door looks. Short blond hair, bright blue eyes, a killer smile, and a good personality. "Nice choice, he's a stud. What do you like about him?" <br />
<br />
"His chest." <br />
<br />
I had started to rub Sean's chest, and he was in a sort of trance. His eyes were closed and his dick was hard against his belly. When he told me about Chaz's chest, his dick bounced against his abs. <br />
<br />
"Yeah, he's about as wide as a door. Strong legs too." I said, "Have you seen his cock?" <br />
<br />
Sean nodded. He still hadn't opened his eyes. <br />
<br />
"Tell me about it." <br />
<br />
"Uh . . .he doesn't shave. He's got a big bush. And, uh, his dick isn't cut. Like mine. His balls are fucking huge too. When he bends over, they hang down between his thighs." <br />
<br />
"Have you seen him hard?" <br />
<br />
"No." Sean said, "But I think it's really big." The last part was just a whisper, as if in the last thirty seconds he had once again become embarrassed by his love of cock. <br />
<br />
"What do you want to do to him?" <br />
<br />
"I, uh, I don't know, dad." he said, "It's like, when I see him in the locker-room or in the weight room, I just want to bury my face between his legs. I want his big thighs to crush my skull, you know." <br />
<br />
He turned bright red, his face, his chest, all of him. "Ugh," he groaned. <br />
<br />
"It's alright. No more beating yourself up for what you want, ok? There's no shame in wanting a stud like that to use his muscle on you." I said, "So you shove your face between his legs and then what? You get to breath in his fucking jock sweat, feel his huge thighs against the side of your face? What else have you got going on in that dirty mind of yours? What's my fag son been fantasizing about?" <br />
<br />
Sean was breathing hard and while he thought about the next step, I reached for the condom and untied it. I slipped my finger inside and dipped it into my load. Then I took my finger and slipped it between Sean's lips. He sucked down on it, tasted my cum, and then started to lick it like a popsicle. <br />
<br />
"What happens next fag?" <br />
<br />
Sean blushed again. "Uh, in my head? In my head we get caught. Someone walks in." <br />
<br />
"Who?" <br />
<br />
"Sam," he said. <br />
<br />
"Unexpected." I said. Sam was a Latino guy at the high school. He was about 5 foot 8 with a cute face and dark skin. Every time I saw him he had his hair perfectly styled or was waring a cap backwards. His arms were decently developed, and I guessed that he probably had some solid muscle development underneath his clothes. <br />
<br />
"What happens next?" I asked again. <br />
<br />
"I don't really know, dad. It just, uh, usually I blow my load by the time I get to that point. Just, Sam walks in and, you know, pretty soon I've got my face in his crotch too. And they're sort of passing me back and forth, humping my face with their hard-ons." <br />
<br />
"You mean they never even take off their clothes?" I said, "Man you are hard up. I was thinking that you'd be ok swinging from my dick for a while, but I've got to get you some cock soon, huh?" <br />
<br />
Sean was completely hard and he moved his hand to his cock. I grabbed his wrist and pushed it away. "You never cum before me. Ever." I growled. Then I got close to his ear and whispered, "Your friend Chaz is totally into guys. I've seen him checking me out. He would fuck you absolutely stupid if he knew what you were like. You like that idea? Chaz and Sam fucking your face, then your ass, then one in your ass and one in your face. Just you being a fag for two sweaty, pumped up jocks." <br />
<br />
"Ah fuck." he moaned as I twisted one of his nipples. <br />
<br />
"You got gym class tomorrow?" I asked. He nodded and I started to stand up. "I want you to grab something from one of their lockers. Be creative, ok. And don't you dare jerk off until I get home. As soon as you've got your hands on their gear your dick is going to feel like it will explode, but you are not allowed to touch it. Got it?" <br />
<br />
"Uh, how am I . . ." <br />
<br />
"Figure it out," I said, "They're your friends, they trust you. Just wait until they're in the shower or something." <br />
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* * * * *<br />
<br />
I was dying to get home the next day. When I did, Sean was sitting in the living room like a puppy dog. As soon as I walked in, he stood up. His dick was tenting the front of his jeans. <br />
<br />
"Did you get something?" <br />
<br />
"Yeah," he said. His whole face turned red. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a plastic grocery bag. He walked over to me and put it in my hand. I reached inside and pulled out a pair of gray boxer briefs. They were still damp with sweat. <br />
<br />
"Jesus fuck." I said, "I didn't think you'd actually do it. Whose are they?" <br />
<br />
"Sam's" he said. <br />
<br />
"He's a hot little guy. Have you smelled them yet?" <br />
<br />
"No," he said. Then he groaned, "If I move in the wrong way I'm going to cum. I'm so fucking pent up." <br />
<br />
"Take out your cock and jerk it. Right now. I want you to cum. Get it out of your system" He did as he was told and started to jerk his cock. As he did, I unbuttoned my shirt. I pressed his face into my pit. He lasted about five seconds after that. <br />
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He didn't groan or even make a sound. He just huffed and puffed against my skin as he blasted his load across the coffee table. His load shot at least six feet. I forgot how powerful a teen orgasm can be. When he was done, there were six separate ropes of cum on the black laminate. I glanced once at him and raised an eyebrow, waiting. He bent down and licked it all up. I slapped his ass once and then said, "Good boy. Now go up to my bedroom. There's a present for you on the bed." <br />
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I went into the kitchen and had a quick drink, giving Sean some time to change. Then I walked down the hall and into my bedroom. Sean was standing in front of the mirror in a tight Andrew Christian jockstrap. The elastic pulled at his ass cheeks and framed them perfectly, his fat cock was bound up in the pouch. He turned and looked at me. <br />
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"Wow." I said as I walked toward him, "I'm not thinking the kinds of thoughts a father is supposed to think." <br />
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My son was an absolute stud. Muscular, lean, and handsome. In the jockstrap he looked like a pornstar. I wanted to lick every inch of his body. I walked up to him and kissed him along the neck while I slowly lifted his arm. Then I buried my face in his pit and breathed in his teen musk. As my tongue dove into his pit hair, I reached down and grabbed his junk, kneading it in my hand. <br />
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I was out of control. I grabbed him by the shoulder and flipped him around before pushing him down on the bed. His perfect ass stared back at me and I dove in. While I licked at his hole, pushing it open and spitting all over his ass, I reached down and pulled my cock out of my jeans. Then I straightened up and shoved into Sean. <br />
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He yelled out and crawled forward on the bed. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pinned him against the mattress. I thrust into him for a solid minute while he bit down on my comforter. I licked at his shoulder, kissing him and biting his skin. After a minute, he started to thrust up against my body and his yelps turned into moans. After another minute, I was dropping a massive nut into his ass. When I pulled out and stood up my cock slammed against my stomach. <br />
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Sean didn't move and my cum oozed out of his asshole and soaked into the fabric of his jock. I walked over to him and pulled his face up by the hair. <br />
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"Holy shit. Did that just happen?" he said. His face was sweaty and his eyes were a little red.<br />
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"You've got me on fire today, boy." <br />
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"I think you might have broken my asshole." <br />
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"You'll live." I said. <br />
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I sat down next to him and pulled him into my side. "You took that like a champ, son." I said. <br />
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He reached behind himself like he was checking that he was still whole. I leaned off the bed and grabbed the bag with Sam's gear. "I can't believe you took this. Just a few days ago you said you weren't a fag, now you're stealing your buddy's gear." <br />
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"I've had a thing for Sam for a while. I think I just didn't get what it was about. That tight little body though . . ." <br />
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"Little guys like him can be pretty hot. I'd love to see him put it to a stud like you." I said, "Maybe after practice one of these days. You're in there showering, he comes in and you're sitting on a bench. He walks up to you, shirt off, sweat rolling down his chest, maybe he runs his hand through his hair. Then he slips his hand behind your neck and . . ." <br />
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I pressed Sam's briefs into Sean's face. He breathed in deeply, surprised at first and then clearly turned on. He started to breath quickly, huffing and puffing as he realized that he was actually smelling his buddies sweaty crotch. I rubbed the fabric into his face, getting the moist sweat all over his skin. Then I pulled it away. Sean shuddered. <br />
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"I think I'm going to cum again." <br />
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"Not yet" I said, grabbing his wrist and pulling it away from his crotch. "Get your phone." <br />
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Sean jumped off the bed and ran into his room. I watched his perfect ass bounce as he walked out and grabbed at my dick again. When Sean walked back in he adjusted the pouch of his jock. Again, I was struck not just by his beauty but his total, cum-fuck-me gettup. <br />
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"You are going to be really popular, son. College is going to be one hell of a ride." <br />
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"You think?" <br />
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"I know." <br />
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He sat down on the bed next to me again. I put my arm around him, "Text Sam and tell him you found his shorts." <br />
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"What?" <br />
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"Tell him that they ended up in your bag or something." <br />
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"Why would I do that?" <br />
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"Shut the fuck up and do it." I said. "I know I've been treating you good lately, but you better remember who's in charge or I'm going to tan that ass before I fuck it next time." <br />
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"What should I say, sir?" he said, emphasizing the last word.<br />
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"Just that you found them and you'll give them back tomorrow." <br />
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âFine, he said. A minute later his phone buzzed. "He'll grab them tomorrow. I don't see why you want me to get them back."<br />
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"If Sam is even a little smart, he knows you took them to play with them. And if he's even a little into fucking dudes, you're going to be on your knees in front of him tomorrow." <br />
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"You're going to make me suck my buddy's dick?" <br />
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"No. Your buddy is going to make you suck his dick. And you're going to love it." I pushed the briefs back into his face. "Tomorrow, if you're lucky, you're going to get at this dick." I saw him swallow, "Look at you drooling like a dog. My little cock-sucking boy is going to make daddy proud. When Sam finds out how good you are, you're going to be sucking his dick everyday." <br />
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I grabbed the remote and turned on a basketball game. Sean cuddled up against me, but I pushed him away. "When my cock is hard, your place is between my legs, not against my side, fag." <br />
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He looked a little bummed out, but he crawled down the bed and grabbed my dick. I reached down and pulled on my shaft, pushing my foreskin up around the tip of my cock. "Get in there, boy. Dig way down deep." <br />
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Sean shoved hid tongue into my hood and sucked on the skin. I rubbed his head, "You like it in there, don't you. Maybe I'll skip the shower tomorrow and teach you what Daddy's cock tastes like in its' natural state. I think you deserve that since youâve been such a good boy." <br />
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He continued to suck on the tip of my dick while his tongue played with my foreskin. When I was pleased, I pushed his head away and shoved him into my balls. "There you go, you dirty whore, get your mouth on the nuts that made you. Get all your little brother's and sisters excited." <br />
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The dirty talk always turned Sean on. As he sucked on my balls his phone buzzed and I grabbed it. "Uh oh." I said, "Looks like Sam's as smart as I thought he was. He wants to know how you ended up with his gear." <br />
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Sean pulled his head out of my junk and his face was bright red. I tossed him the phone. "Tell him you're not sure." <br />
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He tapped away, waited, and then looked up at me. "He says they were in his locker." <br />
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"Say you found them on the ground." <br />
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"He just said whatever. He says we'll talk about it tomorrow." <br />
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"When he asks, I want you to tell him he's hot and you just got carried away but felt guilty afterward.â<br />
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"Dad." Sean said. He was whining. "I can't . . . " <br />
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"Fine. Stick with saying you found them on the ground. You're the one that's going to miss out on sucking his dick." <br />
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"Whatever." <br />
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Just then his phone buzzed again. "Uh oh. Look like someone's on to you." I said when I read the text. "He says that he thinks you took them because you're into him." <br />
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"What do I say?" <br />
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"Nothing. He's working it out. Give him a minute." <br />
<br />
The next message came about thirty seconds later. "Are you into me?" <br />
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"Say yes." I said as I tossed Sean the phone. <br />
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"He could show anyone?" <br />
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"He won't." I said flatly.<br />
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I grabbed my cock and slapped Sean hard across the face. He pulled away and actually looked a little hurt. "Say yes, boy, or Iâm going to get out my belt." <br />
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He actually looked conflicted, but he said yes to Sam. His phone buzzed a minute later, "He wants me to wait for him after practice." <br />
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"Well, you're either going to get a boyfriend or a straight dick to play with. If he tries to beat you up you'll be able to take him, so no worries there." <br />
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"But . . " Sean started to say. <br />
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I pushed my feet into the bed and lifted my hips. "Shut up and lick my asshole, boy. Conversation is over." <br />
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Sean grumbled to himself but then he buried himself between my cheeks. Eating ass was still something new to him, and he wasn't too enthusiastic about it. I felt like I had pushed him far enough, so I didn't yell at him for doing a sucky job. Instead, I just let him lick my asshole and taint, paying attention to whatever interested him at the time. I did, however, try to smother him with my flesh. I closed my thighs around his head and pushed hard, squeezing his skull between my quads. He mumbled and groaned while I jerked off. <br />
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When my dick was good and hard, I grabbed Sean by the hair and lifted him out of my crotch. I held my cock up straight and pointed it at him. "Sit on it." <br />
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His dick was hard and jumping with his heartbeat. He crawled up onto me and then slid onto my cock. His face twisted as he sat down onto it. It still hurt him each and every time. In reality, I liked it that way. <br />
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After my dick was all the way in him, he leaned forward and buried his face in my chest hair. He rubbed the sides of my body and licked at my tits. I let him have his fun for a minute or two while I slowly rocked in and out of his teen cunt. In the end, though, I wasn't in for a love fest. I grabbed him by the hair and looked him straight in the face. <br />
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He stared into my eyes, half full of a son's trust and half full of lust. I spit into his mouth and then told him to turn around. When he was riding me reverse cowgirl, I wrapped my hands around his chest and pulled him down so that he was laying on top of me. I shoved my dick up hard into his gut and he grunted in pain. I fucked him like that for a minute, with his muscular back pressed against my hairy chest. Then I grabbed Sam's briefs off the side of the bed. <br />
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I took a quick whiff of them. Sam was a stud and I love throwing a little guy around the bedroom. I didn't think my son was in trouble. I'd picked up on the fact that he was a fag and other dominant studs were going to be picking up on it too. A guy like Sean couldn't help it. When a big alpha jock came toward him, he had to submit and be subservient. With all the teen hormones raging though their bodies, it wouldnât have been long before someone shoved a cock into his mouth,. <br />
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As I lunged up into Sean's body, I wrapped my arms around his chest, pulling his own hands back. Then I locked Sam's sweaty briefs over his face. He gasped as he breathed in and his asshole clamped down on my dick. I groaned loudly and bit down on the back of his neck. Then with my free hand I squeezed one of his nipples. <br />
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The combination of nipple play and smelling his bro's junk was enough. I felt his orgasm approaching as his asshole started to pulse around my cock. Then he moaned and whined as his cock shot his load into the air and coated his abs. <br />
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I whispered into his ear. "That's it son. Use your asshole to milk my cock. Get your old man to shoot his nut into your ass. Make me cum." <br />
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I bit down hard into his shoulder as Sean writhed on top of me. My own orgasm raced through my body, nearly causing me to black out. I held onto Sean tightly, pulling his muscular body against my skin and hugging him tight. Each thrust caused him to whimper just a little bit, and I could tell that now that he had cum, he was hurting. <br />
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When I finally finished shooting my load, Sean tried to crawl off of me. I held him close. Then I grabbed Sam's briefs and used them to wipe up Sean's cum.<br />
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Sean looked exhausted as he rolled off of me and onto the foot of the bed. His hair was messy and his eyes were glazed over. I looked at his phone and said, "Wow, it's way past your bedtime." I handed him Sam's briefs, "Give these to Sam tomorrow. I expect a full report. Turn the lights off when you leave." Then I kicked him off the bed and rolled over to go to sleep. <br />
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