A Match to Remember

“Nooo, stooop!” I cried out softly as I felt his arm pressing against my ass and taint as his hand jerked at my dick and nuts from underneath.

“Stop?” He laughed in my ear. “I’m going to make you cum, right here, in front of everybody.”

“Ohhhh, goddddd, nooo, I can’t–Stop–Can’t–” The room went silent as I trailed off into whorish moans and started cumming inside my singlet. He climbed off of me and left me there, writhing on the floor while everyone watched. It finally came to an end, and I rolled over onto my back, breathing heavy.

Slow at first, and then building like thunder, laughter broke out. I lifted my head weakly and looked down at myself and the obvious cum stain originating from my still obscenely swollen erection. The cum-soaked spandex was clinging to my cock, and I watched as more cum started to ooze through the material as I came a second time.

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It’s Art!

“Dude!” I protested as he pulled out his massive erection.

“What? You said you wanted to draw me, and I want a portrait of my dick… What’s the big deal?” He asked reasonably.

“I… I… It’s… I… ” I struggled to find a good explanation, but my mind couldn’t catch hold on any one idea.

“See, that’s what I thought. Just draw my dick, dude. Lean in close and take a good look at your source material.

“Fuuuuuck,” I groaned, leaning in to take a closer look at his erection, at how the foreskin was stretched tight over it, how the veins pulsed up the its length with each beat of his heart.

“Yeah, see! You’ll love drawing my dick!” He said with laughter in his voice. “Lean closer, dude. I bet knowing what it smells like will help you draw it.”

What it… What it smells like?

As I struggled with the thought, I leaned in, my nose an inch from the tip of his erection, and inhaled.

“Ohhhhgggggooooddddddd,” I groaned as I let the breath out before drawing a second one in.

“Yeah, smells good, doesn’t it?”

“Awww, goood,” I panted between huffs…

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Hard Hats

“Hey, new kid, get over here!” I heard one of the men yell.  I rushed around the corner and then froze.  I wasn’t sure if I’d learned his name yet, but then I wasn’t really looking at his face.  He was standing there with his shirt off and his cock hanging out the fly of his dirty work pants.  He looked… So solid, powerful, and virile.  The more I stared at his cock, the weaker I felt.

His huge cock.

His uncut cock.

His beautiful cock.

I flashed back to earlier that day, to Dad yelling at me that I was a pussy boy and needed to learn what it meant to be a real man.  He’d taken me directly to one of his construction sites and put me to work.

“Please, Sir!” I tried to protest, staring at the construction worker’s cock, wide eyed.  I could feel my own dick start to stiffen in my pants, a pale imitation of his monster.  “I’m supposed to be… I’m supposed to be working!”

“There’s only one reason someone like you comes to work at a job like this,” he scoffed derisively.  “And you’re staring at it.”  I felt my face burn hotter, but I still didn’t look away.

“N-no!  My Dad, he made me… He said I needed to learn what it means to be a real man.” I whined, still fixated on his dick.  It had been huge from the start, but it was getting even bigger as it got harder.

So hard now…

I could feel my own erection pressing pathetically against the crotch of my pants, barely managing to make the material bulge outward.

“That’s exactly what I’m about to teach you, faggot; what it means to be a man.  For you, it means getting down on your knees.  For me, it means pumping a load down your throat.”  I groaned at his words.  “Your daddy’s been in this business a long time, he knows what you are–you ain’t the first faggot to come around a construction site,” he said, reaching down and squeezing his cock, showing me how hard it had gotten.  “Now crawl over here and get your education, faggot,” he ordered, “I’ll teach you all about real men.”  My knees met the ground before I knew what was happening.  I crawled forward, my stiff dick leaking into my pants as I did.  I stopped right in front of him and looked up at his face for the first time.  He was looking down at me, and I could see myself reflected in his sunglasses, kneeling like a bitch with his cock hanging out right in front of me.  I lowered my eyes back to his cock, so close I could smell it… So close I could just…

“Daddy, I’m sorry,” I wispered, and then I let go, diving forward to take him into my mouth, desperate to learn everything I could about pleasing men.  My mind filled with a montage of all the big, sweaty men I’d met so far that day, and I couldn’t wait to be on my knees before each and every one of them.

 

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Brothers With Benefits

I came out to my family after my first semester of college. My mom, my dad, my brothers, my sisters… They all seemed okay with it. None of them seemed to give it much thought.

And then my two older brothers caught me alone one day. They made some raunchy gay jokes that bordered on being offensive, but I just let it pass. They asked me to come out into the back yard for something, so I came with them.

They grabbed me and forced my hands into these leather cuffs before tying them to the porch, immobilizing me.

“Guys, come on, this isn’t funny” I said.

“It’s not a joke, bro. What’s the point of having a faggot for a brother if we can’t use him to get off.”

“What? No! You can’t!”

“Sure we can. We’re going to fuck you, bro, whenever and wherever we want.”

“No, that’s fucked up! You can’t do this to mmph” they forced a ball gag into my mouth and secured it.  I couldn’t complain, I couldn’t fight.

My face flushed with embarrassment as I realized I’d gotten hard in my jeans. What the fuck?

Hands reached around me from behind, moving toward the button holding my jeans closed. No no no, they’d see I was hard! The button popped open, my zipper was lowered, and hands slid down my sides, into my underwear and jeans, and started sliding them down.  

My erection popped out, slapping up against my shirt, precum making a dark spot on the fabric.

“Haha, faggot.”

 

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Film Star

“I know you said you didn’t want me to record you, but I’ve changed my mind,” he said, and I looked up to see his phone aiming down at me.  I groaned in humiliation, he couldn’t record me!  “If you don’t want me to record this then you’d better stop now.”

Stop?  I pulled back until just the head of his cock was in my mouth, but I couldn’t bear to let it go.

“You look good with my dick in your mouth,” he said, and I looked up at him.  “Recording in three… Two…” I groaned, taking his cock all the way down my throat and pressing my burning face against his pelvis to try and hide.  “One.” I heard his phone beep as the recording started.

I could hear the little moans and sounds of contentment I was making as I held his cock in my throat, but I couldn’t hold my breath much longer.   Out of air, I drew back until just a few inches of his cock were laying across my tongue and my lungs pulled in air around it.  I looked up, and my eyes locked onto his phone.

I moaned, realizing that I’d just shown the camera my face.

“Yeah, faggot!  I’m putting this all over the internet.”  I moaned and shoved my face back down onto his dick.

 

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Good Doggy

UK airport sniffer dogs and I have that in common.

 

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I Offended Someone

So, I released Arabian Night to a new website, and shortly after it went live I got an email from someone who didn’t enjoy the parody aspect of it… I think I handled it well, though 🙂

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Curtains and Drapes

“See, I told you,” he said, putting his hands behind him and shifting to the side,  showing me a new angle of his… his…

It was so hard, so big, and swollen… I could see his glans poking out of the taught foreskin.  I could see his heart beating, sending little bursts of blood through the veins to make that rigid dick get even harder.

“Told… What?” I asked confused, unable to pull my eyes away from his cock.

“I told you I was a natural redhead, bro,” he clarified, rocking back and forth, swinging his dick right in front of me.  I looked past the shaft momentarily, taking in his flaming red pubic hair, and then focused on his shaft again.  Precum was leaking from the tip and was about to spill over the lip of his foreskin and run down the length of his shaft.

I watched, enraptured, watching the glistening liquid finally spill over and start to drip down the length of his cock.

“Better catch it!” He said suddenly, and without thinking I dived forward and pressed the tip of my tongue to the base of his shaft.  I could feel his flaming pubes brushing against the underside of my tongue for a moment, and then I started moving up the shaft to meet the descending precum.

My tongue met the precum, continuing on to catch more of it.  I shuddered and let out a moan of perverse delight.

“Haha, I knew you were a faggot.  Keep going, there’s plenty more where that came from.”

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Phone Security

I stared at the screen of my little cousin’s phone in disbelief.  That cock!  My eyes followed it from base to tip, taking in how hard it was, the veins engorged.  Something about that dick was so demanding.  I’d just turned on the screen, and there it was.

The thing was, even though the angle of the shot covered up his face, I recognized the clothes that he was wearing when I’d seen him a few moments before, before he’d gotten in the shower.

It’s his cock.  I couldn’t pull my eyes away from it, and I blushed in shame as I realized that I had gotten hard in my pants from looking at my cousin’s dick.

This is so fucked up!

But I can’t look away.

I was imagining what it would be like to run my tongue along it.  I could imagine the heat of it against my tongue, and the firmness of it, softened by the velvety texture.  The taste of it!  I moaned and switched my phone to my right hand, reaching down with my left to unfasten the front of my pants.  I freed my hard cock and started to stroke myself, all the while staring at my cousin’s penis in fascination.

I heard the familiar rumble that the pipes make when the water gets shut off.  He was done with his shower.  He’d be back any minuted!  I stroked more frantically, staring at his cock.

I’d do anything to taste it.

I could hear footsteps coming, creaking down the hallway, but I couldn’t look away from the screen of his phone.  I knew he was going to catch me, but all I could do was stare at the screen and jerk off.

The door creaked open behind me, and I heard him laugh…

 

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Let’s Wrassle

 

I stared up at the coach of our biggest rival wrestling team.  His eyes locked on mine, holding them, and I felt my face go red as he expertly drew an involuntary moan from me, his hand slick with his spit and my precum as it glided up and down my shaft, pushing me closer… Closer… Closer…

“Uhhhhhhnn!” I moaned up at him, no longer to articulate the weak statements of protest I had been babbling out just moments before.

It was too late.

I was too far gone.

I couldn’t stop what was going to happen.

I didn’t want to stop it.

My hips bucked into the coaches hand as my mind went still.  I had no thoughts left.  All I had was pleasure.  He just laughed down at me as I surrendered to him, thrusting my cock into his hand, desperate for the release that was so close.

I was about to…

It’s happening!

He suddenly slowed down, and I fell back from the ledge, back onto solid ground.

But I didn’t want to be on solid ground, I wanted to cum!

I wanted to dive blindly over the edge!

I moaned in disappointment.

“Do you want me to make you cum?” He asked, stroking at an agonizingly slow speed.

“Yessssss, wanna cum” I groaned, my hips rocking to try and bring all the pleasure back.

His grip tightened.

His strokes gained speed.

I moaned like a bitch in heat.

The pleasure was back!  I was getting closer again.  Closer.  Closer. Closer!  Clo-ser!

“Uhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn!” I moaned and gasped as he milked me dry, manipulating my dick to draw out every last drop of cum and pleasure.

I’d never had an orgasm like this before!

When it was over, he kept squeezing my cock, sending aftershocks of pleasure through my body.  I lay there, panting, and my mind started to come back into focus.  I looked up at him in shock, and let out a soft moan as he stared condescendingly down at me, smirking.

I’d debased myself for him!  I’d let him make me cum!  In the end, I’d wanted it.

Finally, he let go of my cock and wiped his hand across my singlet, smearing more cum over it.  I could feel more of my load soaking into the spandex from my neck to my abs.

“Look at that mess,” he said, shaking his head.  “Your match is in five minutes, here let me help,” he reached out and started smearing my load across my singlet, spreading it, soaking the thin material.  “Better get ready, you don’t want to miss your match,” he called back over his shoulder as he walked out of the room.

Five minutes!

I looked down at myself and blushed at the sight of cum spread all over my front, and my cock hanging out of the torn crotch of my singlet.

Fuck!  How am I going to compete like this?

As humiliation and shame filled me, I grasped my still mostly erect cock.  It swelled back to life in my fist and I started to frantically stroke myself, my own cum slicking my strokes and filling the air with a sticky slapping sound.

I couldn’t stop remembering him, looking down at me.

Five minutes!

I couldn’t stop remembering the way he’d made me feel.

Five minutes!

I couldn’t stop wanting him to do it again.

Five minutes!

I kept stroking, thinking of him, of how big and strong he was, at how his hand had felt on my dick.

I moaned loudly, shamelessly, and blasted a tinier load across my singlet.

I looked at the clock.  Two minutes!

Fuck!

I got to my feet and tried to stuff my erection back into my singlet, pulling the tear closed and using my legs to keep it shut.  I knew that there was no way it would go unnoticed, even if they overlooked the fact that the front of my singlet was soaked with two loads of cum, as soon as we started wrestling…

I could smell all the cum that was soaking me.

I moaned and started walking for the door.  I knew that everyone was about to see, but  my match was about to start.  I had to get out there.  I felt the spandex start to part as I pushed the door open, and squeezed my thighs tighter in an attempt to hold it closed…

 

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Keep it Fresh

I was standing at a urinal in a public bathroom at my university.  I had just started letting loose when I noticed the air freshener on the wall right in front of me, and right as I noticed the air freshener I heard a small mechanical hum and a fine mist sprayed into my face.

I blinked a few times, still peeing.  It smelled… Like what?  It wasn’t fresh… It was… It was like a locker room, I concluded.  I felt a rush of heat rise from my feet to my head and started breathing heavy.

Maybe I was allergic?

I was soon distracted by the feeling of my cock swelling in my hand.  Still spraying into the urinal, I gave my shaft a squeeze and gasped as it immediately went fully rigid.  The muscles started to jerk outside of my control, blasting spurts of my piss into the urinal, but I couldn’t think about that for long.

It was hoooot!

I pulled my shirt up over my head, letting go of my dick, and dropped it to the floor.  My cock flopped around, sending spurts of pee all over the place, but I didn’t care.  I had to get my pants off!  I pushed them to the floor, leaning forward, and ended up pumping a few powerful spurts of piss right into my own face.

Dizzy, I got down to my knees, the last of the contents of my bladder splashing across the floor in little squirts, leaving me hard, naked, and dripping piss onto the floor.

What is happening?

My head swam, and I shook it back and forth, stopping when I noticed a hole in the partition next to me.  A hole that a huge cock was sticking out of.  I stared at it, the heat rising, and me panting to keep up.

It’s so big!

I’ve never seen another guy this close before.

It’s so hard!

I didn’t realize cock’s were so cool…

I wonder what it tastes like?

With that final thought I leaned in and took the stranger’s cock into my mouth…

 

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Hardware

“Someone, ohhhhh, someone’s going to see!  Ohhh, unh, unnnnh.”

“Who cares, faggot?”

“Noo!  They’re going to see! Going… to… Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” I started cumming all over the hardware store wall.  “Ohhhh, nnnnnhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuk!”  Eyes were turning, people were moving this way.  He pulled out, and I stood there for a few seconds panting.

I’m gonna get caught!

I yanked up my pants and turned.  Ee was already gone.  He’d fucked the cum out of me and just left me here to get caught.

“What are you do… ing,” a stern voice asked, and I turned, in panic, my still unbuttoned pants slipping from my grip to fall down to my knees, exposing my still semi-hard, dripping erection.  His eyes went from my dick to the cum running down the wall.  “I see,” he said in understanding, reaching down to grope his package.

“Sir, I…” I began, my eyes following his hand and getting stuck on his crotch, even after he took it away.

 

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Nothing is Free

“Matt!  What are you doing?” I asked, shocked, as my big brother’s best friend pushed his jeans and underwear down, exposing his thick cock.

“What, you didn’t think I was giving you a ride for free, did you?” He asked, glancing over at me and then back down at his erection.

“B-but your brother–” I tried to protest, thinking about how my best friend would react to me blowing his big brother.

“Already knows you’re a faggot.  Who do you think told me?” He said, and I stared on, my mouth hanging open in shock.  He knew?

“I’m not…” I trailed off, my eyes locked on the solid pillar of his erection.

“Then why are you staring at my dick?” He asked

“I… Uh, I mean… I…” I stuttered.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.  You want to suck this dick, don’t you fag?”

“Fuck…” Was all that I could articulate.

“Maybe, if you suck it good,” he said, reaching over and wrapping his hand behind my neck, pulling me  onto his dick.

 

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Say It

 

I wrapped my fist around the base of his cock and squeezed it, feeling his shaft swell to push back against the pressure.  I stared down at it, gasping, noticing the string of drool that still connected my mouth to his dick.

“Your minute is up.  You can stop now, unless you’re a faggot and want to keep sucking it,” he teased me.  I froze, my mind racing.  I had only agreed to suck him for one minute, as a dare.  I could feel the other guys watching me, expecting me to pull back and laugh with the rest of them, but I… I couldn’t…  I need to stand up… I…

“Woah!” Someone cried out, and then I realized his dick was back in my mouth.  I moaned and started moving my tongue, getting into it… again.

“Hey!” A hand slapped the side of my face, hard, and I pulled off, staring up at him, confused.  “If you want my dick you have to say it,” he said.

“Say it?  Say what?” I asked, my words drawn out dreamily.

“That you are a faggot, faggot,” He explained,  grasping his shaft to slap me in the face with his cock.

“I… I…”  My eyes lowered to his cock again, taking in the thick, veiny shaft that was glistening with a mix of precum and drool.

“You… You…” He pressed.

“I’m a faggot!” I cried out, almost not noticing the laughter as I rapidly pressed my face into his pubes, taking his cock all the way down my throat.

 

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Reunion: Photo Caption Teaser

Excerpt from The Adventures of Admiral Columbia:  Reunion

…I hit the button for the fourth floor, and it started moving so smoothly that you almost couldn’t tell.  The interior of the elevator was mirrored, and I was able to take myself in from all angles.  I looked casual, but good.  I grinned, making a bet with myself that I could get Roger to blow me before the night was over.  I didn’t spend as much time at the gym as I used to, but I still looked good.

“It’s not gay if your balls don’t touch,” I said quietly to my reflection, winking at myself.

I found apartment 453 and knocked on his door.  I waited for a few moments that seemed to drag on and on, suddenly feeling a little nervous.  I shouldn’t.  It may have been a while since we’d seen each other, but we’d been such good buddies that there was no reason to be nervous.  The door opened, and a giant, solid man was standing there, his shirt stretched tight across his muscular chest, right in front of my face, taking me by surprise.

“Oh,” I said, looking up at the face of the beast of a guy who had opened the door, thinking it looked familiar.  “I’m sorry, I must have the wrong apartment.  I’m looking for Roger Stevens.”

“Tom, it’s me,” the guy rumbled.  I looked closer and realized why his face seemed familiar.

It was Roger.

“What happened to you?” I asked in shock, looking his body up and down, taking in his huge, muscular frame, and then I blushed, realizing what I’d done.  With his door open, I noticed a funny smell coming from his apartment.  I tried to place it, but I couldn’t.  It wasn’t a bad smell.

Actually, it smelled pretty good, now that I thought about it.

“I joined the Navy,” his voice rumbled… Familiar, but so much deeper.  “It’s so good to see you, buddy!”  He moved forward and wrapped his arms around me in a hug.  It was a little awkward for me, we’d never really been huggers, but…  It felt good having his arms around me.  I relaxed and returned the hug, wrapping my arms around his thick torso.  That was when I noticed that the smell was stronger… Really strong.  The smell was him.  He let go and backed up again.  I swayed on my feet for a moment before my head cleared, and I smiled up at him.

“Man, you’re taller,” I pointed out.  “How does joining the Navy make you taller?”

“It’s a long story,” he said, a twinkle in his eye.

“Well, we’ve got all night.  You’ve got to tell me.”

“Haha, sure, man.  Come on in,” he said, waving me into his apartment.  I had been impressed by the building, but I was even more impressed by his apartment.  The furniture was simple, but very nice, and it looked like a professional decorator had done the place.  His smell was so strong in here that I couldn’t help but breathe deep.

“Sorry about the heat,” he said, closing the door.

“Whuh…What?” I asked, momentarily confused by what he was saying.

“The heat,” he repeated.  “My air conditioner is out.”  He took a seat on his couch, and I sat next to him.

“It’s fine.  I didn’t even notice,” I said, but now that he’d mentioned it I realized that it was pretty warm in the apartment.  “So… What the fuck, man?  You’re huge!”  He laughed again, throwing his head back.  My eyes traced down his thick neck, over the curve of his clavicle, and down the contours of his muscular torso, barely hidden by the taught fabric of his t-shirt.  By the time he stopped laughing, I had managed to pull my eyes back up to meet his face, blushing slightly.  This was not the tiny guy who had sucked my dick throughout high school.

“I can’t talk about it too much. Most of it is classified,” he said, lounging confidently on his couch beside me.  “But I joined an… experimental program, and this was the result,” he spread his arms wide, and I couldn’t stop myself from looking him up and down again.

“I noticed the government email,” I commented.  “But I had no idea that this was even possible.”

“Yeah, they changed my life, that’s for sure.”  My eyes focused on a bead of sweat that was trailing down his neck from behind his ear, and I realized that I was sweating, too.

It was hot.  I was hot.

“What else can you tell me?” I asked, not wanting to push too hard or get him into trouble.

“Not a lot, but I’m sure you’ll figure some of it out on your own tonight.  Damn this heat,” he muttered the last words, fanning himself.  “What the hell, we’re buddies.”  He reached down with his thick arms and grasped the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, tossing it to the side.  A wave of his scent slapped me in the face, and I swayed on the cushions, my gaze filled by his powerful torso, glistening with sweat.  Droplets clung to the light dusting of hair on his chest, and ran down the ridges of his abs.

“Woah,” I said without meaning to, staring at him with my eyes unfocused.

“You should take yours off, too, buddy.  Just like old times.” He said.  My hands reached down automatically and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and off my head.  The exposure to the air cooled me a little right away, tightening my nipples into stiff nubs.  I pulled my eyes back up to his face.  We had gone shirtless all the time when we were in school, and it had always felt so natural.  He looked like he felt natural now.

I just felt exposed.

Is this how he’d felt in high school?

I was acutely aware of my hard nipples.  I had always been proud of my body, but I felt so weak compared to him now.  I was so used to him being the weaker one that being dwarfed by him had me feeling insecure.  I realized that I was breathing heavy, almost panting, and forced myself to slow my breaths, taking long, deep pulls of the hot, musky air that filled his apartment.

“I feel… funny.” I said, my eyes going to his nipples to see if they were hard, too.

“Kind of good, like you’re a little high?” He asked knowingly, and I was vaguely aware of the smile spreading on his face.

“Yeah,” I said, surprised to hear myself nearly slurring the word, sounding almost drunk.

“Don’t worry about it, buddy.  That happens to some guys around me, just let yourself enjoy it.  Relax with me.”  He leaned back and folded his hands behind his head, relaxing.  My attention slid from his nipple, along the side of his torso, and settled on his armpit.  The hair there glistened, dripping with sweat.  That smell, his smell, that had me feeling so good, grew stronger, filling the air.

I felt completely fucking stoned.

“How…” I slurred, unable to finish the question.

“It’s a pheromone thing, buddy.  Don’t worry about it, just relax with me,” he repeated, understanding what I had been trying to ask.

I nodded obediently, giving into the high.

Feeling so good.

Feeling so relaxed.

He was still talking, but I wasn’t paying attention.  I was just staring at his armpit.  A bead of sweat ran down the hairs there and dripped down to the couch.  Another ran down the side of his torso, gathering more sweat as it went until it met the waistband of his shorts.  I kept breathing.  I had lost control again, panting next to him on the couch, fascinated by his armpit.  it was getting closer.  He didn’t seem to be moving, yet his armpit was coming closer and closer toward my face.  My vision was filled by the sweat-soaked hair by the time I realized that I was the one moving, leaning forward until my face pressed against him.  I gasped, my high surging to greater heights with the strength of his scent.

His pheromones.

When I gasped, some of his sweat had leaked into my open mouth, the salty taste bursting across my taste buds.  My tongue went searching for more.  I breathed deep, his scent so strong, so good, flooding into my lungs, into my brain.  My head spun, and my hand came up to steady me, resting against his solid chest.

So hard.

So strong.

So hot beneath my fingers.

He chuckled as I pressed my face into his armpit, huffing in his scent while I licked and sucked at the sweaty hair.  My head was swimming, and I felt like I was about to jizz my pants.  It was at that moment I realized that I was moaning.

Moaning like a slut.

Moaning like a bitch.

Moaning like a faggot.

“Well, that didn’t take long,” he said, continuing to chuckle, keeping his arm raised to give me access.  I clung to his chest, my world spinning from the overload of pheromones, sweat, and muscle.

What the fuck is going on? I thought deliriously, licking and sucking at the flesh around his pit, moaning all the while.

“Do you remember all those blowjobs in high school?” He asked, putting his hand to my forehead and shoving me back so he could bring his arm down.  Sweat and drool were dripping down my face as I stared at him, at his sweaty body, at the smug smile on his face.

I remembered my bet with myself, that I’d be able to get him to give me a blowjob tonight.  I already knew that I’d lost that bet.  There was no way this beast was going to suck my dick.

I nodded in answer, still panting, licking my lips to catch some of the salty sweat that clung to them.

He casually reached down and unfastened the button on his pants, lowering the zipper and setting his cock burst free.

It was huge.

It was thick.

It was dripping.

His foreskin was pulled tight, the tip of his glans sticking out, glistening with his precum.  There was no better word to describe it, it was meat.  Thick, veiny, delicious looking meat.

Delicious?  Why had I thought that?

I kept staring at it, experiencing cognitive dissonance as I remembered the tiny dick he’d had in high school.  That cock had been laughable.  This cock was fantastic.  I couldn’t pull my eyes away from it.

“It wasn’t this big back then, was it?” He asked.

“N-no,” I stammered, my speech slurred.

“You know, if you think about it, you owe me a lot of blowjobs, don’t you?” He said reasonably, gasping the base of his cock and waving it back and forth.

I nodded again, stupidly, my eyes glued to his dripping meat, a string of drool running from the corner of my parted lips.

“Well, get down here,” he said, reaching out and curling a hand around the back of my head.  He guided me down to his cock, my mouth opening wider along the way, and then I tasted it for the first time.

I had never tasted anything like it.  His smell had been so good.  His sweat had tasted so good.  The taste of his cock dwarfed both of those things combined.  I let my tongue explore it, tasting the precum that had been soaking his shaft, but he kept pushing me farther and farther down, filling my mouth, stretching my throat.  I started to gag.

“No need for that, buddy.  Just relax and suck it.”  And I did.  A rush of desire ran over me, sending goosebumps spreading across my flesh, and I moaned as I sank farther down his shaft.

I didn’t gag.  I didn’t need to.  I just needed to keep going.

I could feel it moving down my throat, and I couldn’t breathe anymore.  I didn’t care about that either.  He held my head against his pelvis, and I realized with wonder that I had taken it all down my throat.  His fingers tangled in my hair and pulled me up and off his cock with a loud slurp.  I let out a moan of loss

“Stand up and take off your shorts,” he ordered.  I got to my feet, swaying for a moment, and shoved my shorts and boxers to the ground.  My cock slapped up against my stomach, splashing precum on my unimpressive abs.  He laughed.  “I remembered it being bigger,” he said, and I flushed in humiliation.  “Get back down here.”  I sat back on the couch and folded forward, my humiliation already forgotten in the wave of a desperate need to have his cock back in my mouth.  As I got close, he tangled a hand in my hair once more and placed the other on my throat, guiding me back onto his cock.  He held on firmly and guided me up and down his cock, masturbating himself with my face.

“I can feel it in your throat,” he chuckled, sending me into another fit of broken moans as he continued forcing me up and down.

“Mmm—mmm—mmm—–mmm—mmm!”  I surrendered to him, letting him use me.  It felt good.  It felt right.

“You know,” he said, breathing heavy.  “You owe me so many blowjobs, it will take forever if we do it one at a time.”  I knew it was true, and blushed again because I looked forward to paying my debt.  “But, if you let me fuck that ass,” he took the hand from my throat and reached around me, sliding it down the crack of my ass, “I’ll give you credit for two blowjobs.  How does that sound?”  He pulled me from his cock again.

I just panted for a moment, not fully understanding, just wanting his cock back.

“Uhhhhnnn,” I groaned.  “Gooooooood.”  He laughed and let go of me.  I leaned forward to start sucking his cock again.  He stopped me with a hand on my chest, and then gave me a powerful shove, sending me onto my back, my limbs flailing in the air.  He stood up and pushed his pants the rest of the way off, towering over me.  I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock.

“Flip over,” he ordered, reaching down and grabbing my hips.  He spun me onto my stomach, manipulating me with a minimal amount of effort.  “I don’t want to look at you when I fuck you.  I’m not a faggot.”  I noticed his emphasis on the word “I’m,” and as my face pressed into the cushions I was grateful that he couldn’t see me burning red in response.  I felt his weight settle on top of me.

His heat.

His smell.

His cock, pressing against my hole.

My mind cleared a little, and I realized, truly realized, what was about to happen.  I couldn’t do this.  I couldn’t let Roger fuck me.  That was so gay, such a faggy thing to do.  I couldn’t go through with it.  I needed to get up, to stop him, to go home and call my girlfriend and fuck her instead.  My mind got caught up on the absurdity of me fucking anyone.  Compared to his cock, my little dick was laughable.  And then it was too late.  My muscles gave way, and the first few inches of his cock slid smoothly into me.

I hadn’t even realized the struggle was happening, and it was over.

I gasped, expecting to feel the pain of being forced open any moment now.  A few more inches slid in.

Any moment.  The pain would hit any moment.

Another inch.

And another.

And another.

The pain was coming.  Any moment now. Any…

His pelvis pressed against my ass.

“I’m all the way in, faggot,” he said, sending a rush of humiliation through me that exited through my mouth as a moan.  “Yeah, I knew you’d like this.”  He withdrew about half way, and then pulled me back with him as he got to his knees.  I felt the air hit my dick as it bobbed rigidly between my legs, leaking.  My head stayed pressed into the cushions, my moans muffled by his couch. He reached around, and I felt his hand squeeze my dick.  He laughed and gave it a few taps before taking his hand away, painting my face red with shame once again.  Then he slammed all the way forward again, and I felt it, his balls slapping against mine.

I gasped, my own words echoing through my head.

It’s not gay unless your balls touch.

He withdrew, and my balls felt cool as his heavy sack pulled away.  Then he slammed forward, his balls slapping against mine as his cock forced my ass open wide again.  And again.  And again.

It’s not gay unless your balls touch!

SLAP!

It’s not gay unless your balls touch!

SLAP!

It’s not gay unless your balls touch!

SLAP!

I was moaning like a whore, taking delight as he stuffed his cock into me and slapped my balls around with his own.  Each thrust, each slap, sent a tremendous wave of pleasure through my body.  It felt so good.  It felt better than anything I’d ever felt.  No wonder girls love getting fucked, I thought, and lost control.  I knew it was going to happen, I could feel it coming, I could feel each slap driving me forward, closer and closer to the edge of a cliff.  I was going over!  I couldn’t stop myself, and I didn’t want to.

SLAP!

“Ohhh!”

SLAP!

“Ohhhhhh!”

SLAP!

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh oh ohhhhhhhh!”  I traied off into moans and squeals my body quivering as I pushed back into each thrust, pleasure like nothing I’d ever experienced exploding through my body, each thrust of his cock, each slap of his balls, driving it to greater heights.  My dick exploded, squirting cum onto the couch.  He kept fucking, punching his cock into me as I came.  He slid all the way in and pressed himself against me, the heat of his balls giving my own, smaller nuts a thrill.  He grabbed my hips and shifted position slightly, forcefully placing me where he wanted me.

“Yeah, that is not the only time that’s going to happen.  Buckle up, faggot.”  He pulled out and slammed home again…

 

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That’s My Brother

Me:  Dude!  That’s my little brother!

Dylan:  I didn’t know your little bro was a faggot.

Me:  Neither did I!  This is fucked up!

Dylan:  Your little bro has sucked down like three loads, and I’m next.  This is fucking hilarious!

Me: Come on!  You can’t do that to my brother!

Dylan:  Haha, too late.  Faggot’s already gone to town.  Hold on, I’ll send you another picture…

 

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Happy Birthday Blowjob

“Happy bir–the fuck?” I walked into the bathroom to see my little stepbrother standing there with a hard-on.

“There you are, bro,” he said, giving me an arrogant, satisfied look as he watched my eyes fixate on his erection.  “Yeah, you can look at it openly now, bro, I’m 18 today.  But let’s not pretend I haven’t seen you looking at me ever since my dad married your mom and you moved in.  Yeah, he told me a faggot was moving in with us, and I saw you checking out my dick every chance you got.”

“Nooo, I never…” I tried to protests, at a loss for words.  He snorted in derisive laughter.

“Surrre you didn’t, and you’re not staring at it right now,” he jabbed, and then stood there, silent.  I just kept staring at his dick.   “Yeah, that’s what I thought.  You’re a faggot, bro, and you can’t turn down this dick, even though I’m your barely legal little brother, can you?”

My face went red, and as the heat rose to my cheeks I felt the strength flow out of my legs.  My knees thumped hard against the bathroom floor as my perspective changed.  I kept staring at my little brother’s erection, now level with it.

“You can suck it, bro.  You’ve wanted to for years, and now I can let you do it.” he said in a sing-song, tempting tone.  I wanted to do it, to crawl forward and give my little stepbrother an eighteenth birthday blowjob…  But I wanted to object!  I hadn’t wanted to suck him off while we were growing up!

Had I?

He gripped the base of his erection and waved it back and forth.

“Crawl on up and suck it, faggot, just like you’ve always wanted to,” he commanded.  I found myself crawling up to my little brother.  I needed his penis to be in my mouth.  But I had to object to his claim that I’d always…  My lips parted and I took his cock into my mouth, covering my teeth with my lips and relaxing, taking my little brother’s dick down my throat.

I hadn’t always…

Always wanted…

He gripped my head and started fucking my face.

Always wanted…

Always wanted to suck it.

I started moaning and gasping in between his thrusts, submitting to sucking my little brother off.

I’ve always wanted to suck it.

He’s eighteen today.

Always…

Wanted…

Suck it!

“Fuck, you’re going to make me sperm, bro.” He gripped my head, fucking my face mercylessly and moaning louder and louder, closer and closer to losing control.  “Gonna sperm in your mouth, bro, and you’re just letting me do it!  Yeah, fucking want it, faggot, your brother’s sperm!” He cried out and held his cock in my mouth so that his cum pumped across my tongue before I swallowed it eagerly…

I’ve always wanted to suck it!

 

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Boys Will Be Boys

A tale as old as time…

 

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Let’s Talk Lube

I’ve always been a fan, in general.  My first orgasm happened the first time I decided to try using baby oil, so that’s always been a favorite.  I like the way it’s slick while still leaving you with a pleasant amount of friction.  The downside is that it’s messy.

I’ve used baby oil a lot over the years.

What I’m not a big fan of is water based lubes, like KY Jelly.  It’s slicker than I want at first, and then it gets sticky and makes me feel like I need a shower.  Sometimes I have to stop to clean up in the middle of things when I use water based lube.

My favorite kind of lube is silicone based.  The first one I ever tried was Swiss Navy, and I was in love right away.  It feels fantastic, lasts the whole time (maybe needing an additional little squirt here or there), and a little goes a long way.  In fact, I have a bottle of Uber Lube on my desk right now.

Silicone lube is a little more messy, a little harder to clean up, but it also leaves your skin feeling soft and moisturized.

I’ve tried so many other lubes over the years.

Lotions, of course.

Olive oil–Feh.

Vegetable oil–Meh.

Canola oil–Ehh.

Coconut oil–Not bad, a little friction heavy.

Vaseline–messy, but another one of my favorites.

Karo Syrup–I do not recommend this… It’s a sticky experience.

Shampoo–Don’t do it… It stings.

Conditioner–Will do in a pinch.

Soap–Don’t, just don’t.

And I’m sure there are a lot of things I’ve tried that aren’t coming to mind.  How about you?  What’s your favorite lube?

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Quake

Originally posted on my Tumblr blog, this is the caption that grew into the story Euphrates Pharmaceuticals: Quake.

“Ohhhh, man, what did you give me?” I asked, looking back at my dealer as my dick jerked and my ass felt… strange.

“Don’t worry about it. It feels good, doesn’t it?  Just enjoy it,” he said, smiling as he looked at my ass. I’d never noticed before how hot he was.  I’d been getting my drugs from him for a few months now. I guess I should have been suspicious when he offered me a free sample of his new product.

“Feelsss gooood,” I agreed. For some reason, doing what he said just seemed right. But this wasn’t!  This wasn’t right! “Nooo, I shouldn’t… Make it stop!” I begged.

“Don’t fight it, dude. It feels good, just let it happen. Just let go.” He said smoothly, reaching out to squeeze my ass.

“Let gooooooooo,” I moaned, wanting him to touch me again. He was so fucking hot. He pulled off his shirt, and my eyes followed his hands as they dropped to his pants.

“I’ve been planning this for a while, you know. I had to get you comfortable enough to just take a pill when I gave it to you.” He pushed his pants off, and his cock bounce into view.  I’d never even thought about another guy’s cock before, but… fuck, it was beautiful. “But you trust me now, don’t you?” He reached out and I felt his fingers enter my hole. That feeling… with his fingers there, I could feel my hole grasping them and relaxing, over, and over, and over.

“Uunnnh, truuuuust,” I let my head fall, my lips stretching into a lazy smile as his fingers teased my hole and sent waves of pleasure through my body.

“Yeah,” he cooed, “I bet you never even knew that this,” his worked another finger into me, “is a pussy.”

“It’s a… a… a pussy?” I knew he was right, but it was so different from my perception. “It’s a pussy?”

“Yeah it is,” he said. So confidant. He had to know what he was talking about. I could trust him.

“It’s a pussy,” I agreed with a little giggle.

“You’ve been missing out, buddy. It feels better than anything to have your pussy fucked. Want me to show you?  Want me to show you what your pussy is for?” He asked, giving his cock a few strokes and taking his fingers out of my pussy.

“Yessss! Please! Please show me! Please fuck my pussy!” I begged, wiggling my ass at him.

“Well, since you asked sooo nicely,” he said, crawling on top of me. It felt so good to be under him. I was grateful that he was finally going to show me what my pussy was for.

 

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