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Friday, May 30, 2014

College Roommate by: married_but_curious©


I slowly wake up from a dream where a hot mixed race girl with a fine big booty is giving me a steamy blowjob.

Except the blowjob part is not a dream.

I open my eyes just a crack, groggily wondering what the fuck is going on. My roommate Tim is on my dorm room's lower bunk bed, with the covers pulled back to expose my naked body. His lips are wrapped around my cockhead, and slowly sliding deeper down toward the shaft. My prick is hard and I feel my hips betray me by bucking up into his engulfing mouth. My long cock fucks deeper into his face until his lips kiss my groin, my shaft buried completely inside his warm wet mouth.

While deepthroating me, his tongue slides between his lips and cock and gently licks the upper part of my ballsack. His hands grasp my hard buttocks, his fingers pulling my cheeks slightly apart, exposing it to the cool air in the room, which is raising disturbing thoughts in my head, dirty thoughts, crimethink really, about how good it would feel if those fingers sunk a little deeper into my asscrack or even touched my hole. I'm a little angry at Tim for stirring these thoughts, and I think about telling him to stop sucking me off, that I'm not OK with this, but my dick thinks otherwise, it feels like I'm about to explode inside that hot mouth of his. I struggle with this dilemma for a few more seconds, seconds where Tim's tongue is licking and caressing the underside of my cockhead. I think fuck it, this feels good, so I give in and groan and reach down and grab his hair and start fucking his face.

I try to make it not gay by closing my eyes and pretending it is a women blowing me, and scenes of women doing this flash through my mind, but then I imagine it is a guy, a guy who looks disturbingly like Tim, thin and feminine but discernibly male, doing this to me and that is even hotter, forbidden fruit, and so I'm about to unload ...

But Tim's mouth slides off. I start softly cussing him out, my eyes still closed, trying to preserve plausible deniability, like maybe I could later say I was sleepy and really thought it was a chick despite all the evidence to the contrary. "Goddamnit, you little slut, finish me off. I wanna cum."

"OK," he says. "Just a moment."

I wait impatiently for a few seconds, listening to the rustle of the bed sheets, and just as I'm about to open my eyes to see what the fuck is going on, I feel him grab my hard shaft with a slickly lubricated hand, rubbing moisture into my shaft, and then I feel what seems like the tightest pussy of my life pressing hard against the tip of my cock, a warm wetness inviting me -- begging me -- to cum inside.

Fuck? Is he trying to get me to fuck his ass?

My eyes shoot open and my damned roommate is straddling my hips and trying to jam his body down and impale itself on my straining cock, his eyes closed and head thrown back. I try to wriggle free, moving my hips trying to get my cockhead out of his asscrack, but the frantic bucking of my hips makes things worse. My prick rubs against his slick lubricated hole, back and forth and up and down, but rather than escaping his ass the movement of my cock parts and opens his assring and Tim takes further advantage of this opportunity by pressing down harder with his hips, trying to get my cockhead through his ring while his arms press against my chest and pin me to the bed. My traitorous cock, not knowing or caring about the gender or provenance of this lovely hot hole, grows harder, the cum inside my balls is building pressure, and I think, fuck it, and I do fuck it, I thrust up to punish Tim for his audacity in raping my cock with his ass.

I jam and buck trying to hurt Tim.

"I'm gonna fuck your little whore butthole, bitch."

"i want ..."

"SHUT your whore mouth and take my cock, or I'll slap the FUCK out of you."

His lips part, like he's about to say something, or maybe he's opening his slutty hole of a mouth in passion. Whatever. I reach up and slap his cheek hard. His other cheeks clench and wrap around my cockshaft. His face screws up with pain from the screwing, and a grunt escapes his lips as my cockhead breaks through into by far the tightest hole it's ever been inside, so much tighter and firmer than a pussy, and oh god, he's sinking all the way down my shaft in one loooong thrust, and I bottom out inside him, my pubic hair rubbing against his soft young skin and the smell of musk from fucking in the air, and his ass ring tightens and grips my shaft, pulse and release, pulse again.

It feels so goddamn good that I grab his thrusting hips and push him up, almost off my shaft, then pull down with all my strength, slamming brutally into his body and not caring if I break him or hurt him. But in this position he's still too dominant, still on top of me and in charge. So I start turning him -- or maybe it's him turning me -- and, my stiff cock still inside him, I roll him under me and then grab one of his legs and pull it so he's turning onto his stomach.

I yank his hair hard. Now there's no doubt who's in charge here, he's helpless and submissive in this doggystyle sprawled out position, on his hands and knees with his legs wide open and my legs between them pushing them even farther apart, and one of my hands pushing down between his shoulder blades, pinning him down while the other hand tugs on his hair. I thrust my hips, burying myself inside his slutty tight hot hole and I can't hold back any longer, I start exploding inside this tight fake pussy. It feels wrong and dirty and frankly kinda rapey, him taking advantage of me despite it being my cock inside his ass, and yet so incredibly damn good to be shooting all my cum into my roommate's ass, spurt after spurt until I'm gasping for air and spent, my head resting on his shoulder blade.

He turns his head and looks over his shoulder at me, looking with his soft eyes, looking at me, wanting me, wanting me so bad, my head reflected in his pupils, looking at my own wide open pupils in his eyes, watching him watching me, seeing in his eyes what he's seeing, with this soft feminine loving gaze like I'm the greatest thing that's ever happened to him, perhaps not getting that I'm really pissed at him for raping me, as my cum starts to trickle out of his asshole.

Joe's Shower Buddy by: joehard_007©

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Last Chance by: Steve1980©


It was the night before my best friend's wedding. I was in town for the wedding, and his wife-to-be was staying with her parents. Since he was alone at their house, Jay told me I should stay with him, instead of paying for a hotel.

We got back to his place after the rehearsal party, and cracked open a few beers. After a few hours, we were both getting pretty tired. Jay offered to let me sleep with him in his bed, since they didn't have a guest bed.

"No, dude. I'll just crash on your couch. I'll be fine."

He wouldn't take no for an answer. "Jill's side of the bed is empty. You're not going to sleep on an uncomfortable couch when you could be in a bed."

I finally agreed. After some talking and joking around, I finally fell asleep. I assumed he had too.

I don't know what time I woke up, but the bed was shaking slightly. I cracked my eyes open just enough to see what was going on. Jay had kicked off his covers, and was beating off while lying inches away! I pretended to sleep, while watching him. Much to my surprise, I was soon just as hard as he was.

I mean, I knew I wasn't gay, but this had me harder than I'd been in a long time!

"I know you're watching me, Perv."

Shit! I was busted. I closed my eyes tighter, hoping to fake him out. Then I felt his hand on the front of my boxers. "That's some nice wood for someone who isn't awake and excited."

I gasped and opened my eyes. He stopped beating off, and smiled at me. "Did you want me to take my hand away?"

I shook my head.

"Did you want me to cover up."

I shook my head again.

He rolled to face me. "If you won't speak and tell me what you want, then I'll have to just assume you want the same that I do."

I nodded. I just honestly had no idea what to say. What do you say when your best friend has you horny, and you want his full attention?

He was ready to give it. "You need to take off your shirt and boxers."

I did what I was told, and laid flat again. He rolled toward me more. His hand was lightly squeezing my balls, as he leaned forward and started teasing my nipple with his tongue. Holy shit, that was hot!

He kept teasing my nipples while his hand left my balls. He was running his hand along my inner thighs: Up one, then down the other, just lightly brushing my balls on the way past. I moaned as his wrist knocked against my cock.

Jay stopped what he was doing, and put his finger on my lips. "No no. We've decided that you're the silent party. You don't get to express any opinion here. Now shall I continue?"

I held back a whimper and nodded. And suddenly, Jay was all over my cock. His mouth and both hands were doing everything they could to make me happy. I was happy. I could feel my whole body on fire as he sucked my cock and squeezed my balls. He was very good at this.

I wanted to moan, I wanted to cry out, I wanted to hold him as he blew me. But I was afraid: Afraid he might stop. I held onto the edge of the bed with one hand, and had the other under my ass cheek.

Then the feeling came. I knew I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to. It was a huge load, a huge release. He tried to take it all, but it ended up on his cheek and chin too. When I was done, I just laid there. Jay licked up the bits of jizz that had fallen back onto me.

Then I felt him slowly crawling up my body. As his face got even with mine, he growled, "And now you need to make me happy. I've fulfilled my part of the deal. Are you ready?"

I nodded.

"Good. Get on your hands and knees."

What? He wasn't going to ass-fuck me, was he. I mean, it's one thing to get blown by a guy, but an entirely different thing to get ass-fucked. Despite my worry, I did as I was told.

"Spread your legs wider. Wider. Good."

I felt his cock come in between my thighs. It touched my cock.

"Now close your legs tightly around my cock."

As before, I followed orders.

"Listen bitch. I'm going to fuck your thighs. This should feel good, but if it doesn't, then I'll be forced to fuck your tiny asshole. Do you understand?"

I nodded, and braced myself against the headboard.

And the pounding began. He fucked my thighs hard. I felt his cock hit mine repeatedly, as I got hard again. I felt his body up against my ass. He was climbing me like a dog. It was great.

He was pounding faster, and grunting harder, until he finally howled with his release. I felt his hot liquid hit my cock, my stomach, even my chest, and then he collapsed.

He climbed off me, and looked at the mess as I laid back down on my back. He eyed my hard cock.

"I'm done with you, but you don't seem to be done with me. Here's what I will allow: You can beat off while looking me in the eye, but not until you've lapped up all of that mess I left on you."

I'd never tasted another man's cum before. The newness of it was driving me crazy. Once it was all gone, I started pumping my meat, while staring Jay in the eye.

"You may speak now."

And I whimpered, then moaned, and eventually I screamed.

Friday, May 23, 2014

Another Unforgettable Afternoon by: fantaseeboy©


Stepping up onto the bus that would take me home for my shift at the telemarketing company where I work. It was rush hour and bus was full of people on their way home from work, standing room only. I found a seat toward the back. But just when I sat down, I noticed an older lady looking around for a seat. I waved to her and let her take mine.

When I rose up, I am moved even further back into the crowd of people on the bus. I finally found a small place to stand and tried not to fall or lean into anyone. As the bus was leaving the first stop after picking me up, it jerked forward and I almost fell back. As I did, I felt a pair of hands on my hips and a deep throaty whisper in my ear. 'I've got you'

I regained my balance quickly, but the hands didn't release their hold my hips, his fingertips gently massaged me. I wanted to look back and say something, but his hands were making me quite nervous. I make a silly motion to push them away, but he ignored it. One of his hands moved back and begins to rub against my butt. I knew he was doing it on purpose then. And not only was I still nervous, I was also getting turned on. I felt my small penis getting very stiff.

His hand moved from my butt, back to my hip and slowly, both hands began moving closer together, I couldn't help but lean back when his fingers got really close to touching my petite erection. I glanced down and saw his hands holding me so gently, so lovingly. And those large mysterious hands had gray hair of them. So I knew he was an older man.

When my butt made contact with his groin, I could plainly feel how very hard he was in his pants. Without even thinking about it, I ground back against him a few times. That throaty whisper returned to my ear, 'such a good boy'. It had been several months since my boyfriend had to move for his job. And I was desperate for affection.

One of his hands moved to completely cover my penis. When he began to gently massage it, I couldn't stop my hips from grinding into his touch. His hands had me pulled back against him. My back was arched so deeply, I was struggling to keep quiet as this grown man seduced me in the middle of a crowded bus.

While still discreetly humping against me, the hand cradling my erection began pulling me back against him even harder as the other hand slipped from my hip and teasingly slid under my shirt. When his fingertips made contact with my bare skin, right there on the bus, I had to bite my tongue so hard to keep from moaning loudly.

His hand lightly grazed over my stomach and up to my chest. There, the first finger and thumb began tweaking my nipple. After a short time, his hand moved to the other nipple. His other hand ground up and down across my penis. His hips still humped into my bottom.

I was desperately horny by then. My breathing was heavy and ragged. Somehow this man had gently rubbed me to the verge of orgasm among all the people on the bus and not a soul had even noticed. It was a constant battle to keep from moaning out loud.

The hand on my penis slid up until his met the bare skin of my belly, there he tickled it a little and without warning, he popped the button open on my jeans. That hand then slipped under my jeans and underpants. His strong hand covered over my stiff, bald penis, his palm ground against my bald pubic mound. He whispered once again, 'Mmm, I do like my boys smooth. But I like my boys naked too. Do you want me to undress you Kitten? I could strip you bare right here.'

I almost moaned but caught myself. I know I must have been leaking my excitement against his palm. His hand was just holding my penis, gently squeezing it. If he gave me the slightest bit of friction, I know I'd squirt where I stood.

I finally got brave enough to look back up over my shoulder. He was grinning down at me, standing half a head taller than I do. He had gray hair, crystal clear blue eyes and a 5 o'clock shadow. He must have been older than my parents. I'd guess him to be at least 50.

While I still looked up into his eyes, he whispered down at me, 'Mine is the next stop, and kitten, you're coming with me.' He then pulls his hand from my pants and shirt, buttons up my jeans and straightened out my shirt.

A shiver ran through my body as I squeaked, 'Okay.' I moved my eyes back to the front of the bus and tried to calm down. Just as I was beginning to get ahold of myself he whispered once again, "Oh, the things I'm going to do to you when we get home. Or, maybe we won't wait until we get home, you naughty boy. Perhaps I'll strip you on the street and fuck you on the sidewalk. Would you like to be fucked in front of strangers Kitten?"

That's where I lost it. I couldn't stop myself if I had bit my tongue off! The moan that slipped through my lips was loud enough to make everyone standing nearby look at me. I blushed a million shades of red and lowered my eyes to my shoes. I'd never been so embarrassed.

When the bus came to a stop, his hand slid down my back to grab a hold of one of my butt cheeks. He squeezed it and I began making my way toward the door. He never released his hold, his fingers rhythmically squeezing my flesh.

The moment we had both stepped off of the bus, he spun me around and kissed me right there. His warm, wet tongue dove into my mouth and danced with my own. One of his hand was behind my neck, the other was sliding back up my shirt to pinch my nipples back to their full stiffness. When the kiss finally broke, I gasped for air.

Laying his hand back on my ass, he squeezed it tightly and we began walking down the street. I saw and felt people looking at us. We were attracting a lot of attention, this man with his hand on the ass of a boy less than half his age. Just when people around us seemed to stop looking, he spun me around again, crushing his lips against mine, kissing me with a passion I'd never known before. I can't be sure, but I think one of my legs kicked up like girls in the movies. The kiss broke and he held his face close to mine, kissing me more gently as I quivered under his touch. This man had taken my horniness to a whole new level.

Grabbing my ass once again, he led me down the street until he turned me to face a door. He opened the door with a key and we entered a small alcove with mailboxes, two apartment doors and a set of stairs leading up.

He turned me to face him. With his hands on my shoulders and staring into my eyes, he said, "Kitten, this will be your last chance to turn back. Once we start up those stairs there will be no turning back. Be warned, if you choose to stay, I'm going to do things to you. Some things you have probably done before. But other things you will find embarrassing, maybe even a little humiliating. But you can be sure, by the time you leave this building again, you will be sexually satisfied like never before. Now Kitten, I need an answer from you."
What finally happened next?

The Toybox by: charleebeck©


Fragile; that was how Mick Daniels finally chose to describe the boy that he escorted past the rows of dark cells. The teen shuffled, tripping occasionally on his leg irons. Daniels gripped the boy's arm so tight that he could feel the heat of a forming bruise, the over-caffeinated officer stricken with paranoia that the prisoner would slip his handcuffs; it wouldn't be another two days until the pair from the Juvenile Detention Center would arrive. They'd had to special order them and a uniform after the 18-year-old was convicted of killing a family of four while drunk driving on prom night. He'd needed to stand on a phone book at the murder trial. Cute little Noah Blanche wouldn't be up for parole until he was in his 50's.

"You know where you're going?" Daniels taunted, digging deeper into the boy's arm. He could practically touch his thumb to the second knuckle, there was so little of the kid to grip.

Noah shook his head, eyes unfocused and bloodshot. He'd been crying when the guard had unlocked his cell and plucked him from his bed. He stumbled beside the man on shaky, fawnish little legs. His pants sagged and fell, pooling around knees, which bent in awkward desperation to keep them from falling any further as he was dragged.

Mick smiled, his mouth full of tiny, sharp teeth.

"For such a pretty little thing, you ain't too sharp." Noah sure was pretty; petite, girlish, with smooth pale skin. He's been wearing eyeliner and a band t-shirt in the mug shot. His hair was slightly longer than it'd been in the picture, dyed black to cover where there'd one been purple stripes, bangs over one eye. Underneath he was baby-faced except for his sunken-in eyes, surrounded by eyelashes so long that Mick wondered for a second if the kid had mascara on. The grey was a fitting color for the fear and despair in them, but Mick would have liked him for him to be blue-eyed. Still, the kid was hypnotizing. He dragged him in silence to the laundry room, where a diverse group of inmates was seated around a table.

Cards.

Poker Chips.

Noah understood now. Mick smiled, amused by the change in the boy's expression, the way his body language switched from docile to tense. His eyes opened to perfect circles, counting the chips in the white and pink checkerboard linoleum of the laundry room floor.

"I'll raise you the top bunk in this little punk's room, all in." Mick's voice echoed off the appliances. The lights flickered, bathing everything in a dirty yellow, swinging slightly with the hum of the industrial washer. Noah felt a cold rush over him, entranced by the buzzing machines. He tried to find rhythm in it, to distract himself from the conversation. In his mind, everybody's words were out of synch like in an old, badly-dubbed Godzilla movie. Lewd questions fired at him from directions that he refused to try and follow.

"Ever suck a cock?"

He focused on the shuffle of poker chips as they were pushed into the middle of the table.

"Bet you do, don't you faggot?"

Noah felt Mick finally release his arm. The blood shot back into it painfully, he hadn't even realized it's gone numb. He looked down at his feet, each one covering a single tile, separated by a single tile. He counted seventeen tiles from himself to the door. Thirty from himself to the table. Fifty to the closest washer. He counted the tiles from his feet to every landmark in the room, trying to ignore the jeers. Trying not to keep track of the game.

He practically snapped his neck when he heard one of the men cheer. He had a shaved head, and looked like he was maybe in his 30's. He had the numbers 88 on his knuckles, and was covered what Noah thought was an excessive amount of swastikas. Not that he would say it; this guy looked like he'd spent the last 20 years lifting weights. He was tall enough that he had to crouch to sit on the folding chair. Standing up, the enormous skinhead walked over and approached the boy.

"I asked you a question before, sweetie," he spoke with sarcastic patience. "You ever suck a cock?" Bending down to his level, he took little Noah's smooth face in his hand. There was no hint of stubble on the kid's cheeks, still too young to grow a beard. Hus features seemed to crack and open and leak at the question.

A sharp, whining sound came from inside him as he uttered a short "Oh God, no." The skinhead laughed first, the others quick to join him. Noah's lips trembled, red and pouty and vulnerable. His crying had already gotten them nice and wet.

The skinhead put his hand on the kid's narrow shoulder. There was no resistance as he pushed Noah down to his knees. His face was blank, eyes cancelled and staring off past his assailant to read the serial numbers on a dryer. They were too blurry from the tears to make it out, but trying distracted him from the fact that the guy's hard cock was out of his pants. He felt a large, powerful hand grip his hair so hard that he cried out.

"Fucking look at it!" The pain was immediate, and he wondered how much pressure it would take to detach a scalp. He could imagine it ripping clean off, and terrified of the possibility, stared down the barrel of the skinhead's throbbing member. It was as thick as his wrist, and so swollen that it was purple. He guessed it was as long as a floor tile and a half, eight or nine inches. A plump blue vein climbed the underside in a softly curving half-spiral, leading to a defined head. Little beads of pre-cum cascaded down it like beads of sweat. He'd never seen another man's hard dick before. The sight intimidated the boy, who opened his mouth to gasp in pain when his hair was pulled even tighter.

He gagged, surprised, as the thick organ was shoved all the way into his throat. He tried to resist, but the skinhead was too strong. His face was pulled flush against the man's abs, eyes closed and pressed against wither side of his belly button. He could feel himself trying to scream, suffocating as the head pushed deep down his slender virgin esophagus. The impossibly thick cock bruised the tender, punk, wet tissue, spasms of pleasure echoing through it as Noah choked. His lips were stretched obscenely around the base, buried in the thick black pubic hair. The scent of sweat and testosterone lingered in his nostrils.

His tiny wrists struggled against the cuffs, jerking in a tap-out motion. He was panicking, all he could think was no air, no fucking air, oh God. No fucking air. He tried to shout it, but with the man buried in his mouth he could only grunt soft vibrations against the swollen flesh. He could feel it pulsing along with his head as his vision dimmed. Slowly Noah began to relax. His throat opened, allowing the man to force himself even deeper somehow. His hands stopped their struggling, fingers twitching pathetically as he gripped at the last edges of his life.

Just then, the Nazi withdrew. The boy stared off into the nothingness, jaw slack. He made a pathetic wheezing noise as he sputtered back to life. His entire field of vision was blocked by the man's tattooed skin. The dark black arms of a swastika warped and bent jaggedly along the defined contours of his hard stomach. Suddenly, he felt his head jerked forward against the subtly twitching body with enough power to crack his nose against the flexing muscle. Noah snorted, sending wet, cherry-red splatters to pool and drip from the man's belly button. His gagging only made his throat tighter around the man, who thrust violently into the slick orifice, enjoying the slight resistance.

Noah started to turn blue again, hands flapping desperately against his back as if the cuffs were the only thing holding him back as the tattooed giant imposed his will on the helpless boy. His eyes drifted up to meet those of his assailant, pleading and violated. Broken. Submissive and helpless and oh fuck it was just too much; the skinhead let out a short grunt as his hot cum poured into the boy's throat. The release was so intense that he didn't even notice the boy had lost consciousness, jizz streaked with little ribbons of blood form his nose pouring from his half-parted lips.

The man withdrew, but forced the kid's mouth shut with one hand. Noah tried desperately to breathe through his bloody nose, to spit out the mouthful of thick salty cum trapped in his mouth. His sprayed a fine mist over the skinhead's tattooed knuckles.

"Swallow it!" the man commanded, giving his head a shake. Weakly, defeated, he obeyed. He felt it slide all the way down his throat and settle in his churning stomach; he was gonna be sick. To his relief, the skinhead put himself away, chuckling, "No way that was his first time, too good." He elbowed the officer next to him. "Wouldn't be fair if you didn't get a round," he smiled to Mick, who nodded and stood up.

"Please, no..." Noah begged. He felt tears threatening in his eyes again, but he knew they would do him no good; they were all going to take what they wanted from him unless he took a stand now. He felt the officer grab him effortlessly by the collar and lift him back to his knees. The boy clamped his mouth shut defiantly. Mick laughed at the pathetic sight; the emaciated kid, one shoulder fallen out of the collar of his oversized orange jumpsuit. Blood trailing down his tear-streaked, puffy face. Lips folded in on themselves to disappear into a pencil thin line, a shot, exhausted look in his too-wide eyes.

The officer's chuckle muted into a soft, controlled smile. He pushed two fingers into the kid's mouth, separating his barred teeth with only the slightest, most hesitant hint of resistance. He felt the hot puffs of breath quicken as the scissored his fingers to part his trembling jaw. With the other hand, he unzipped the fly of his uniform. He was slightly smaller than the skinhead, his cock an angry red color. It twitched visibly with the anticipation of that silky, narrow adolescent throat that his fingers were only centimeters from. He pushed them back further to make the boy gag, excited by the powerful spasm that rippled through Noah's violated mouth.

He wasn't even thinking when he did it. He bit Mick's fingers as hard as he could, feeling his teeth break the skin. He tasted blood, but couldn't figure out if it was his or Mick's. The officer pried his fingers free. With a chilling amount of restraint, he smeared the bleeding digit over Noah's visible eye. The boy whimpered softly, mumbling a timid chant of "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," as he shrunk back from the officer.

"You're pretty," Mick hissed, bringing his hand up to inspect his injuries. "That's why I'm gonna let you live to regret that."

Jeff and Jason by: SlaveToCock©


They were two construction workers. The blond one was Jason, and even from a distance he was a beautiful sight. Jeff, the dark haired one, watched closely as Jason bent over to saw some wood. His beautiful bubble ass was clearly defined in those dirty jeans. Even wearing loose, baggy construction clothes, Jeff could see Jason had an awesome body, and whenever Jason carried anything heavy over his head, Jeff could see the bulge of his muscled arms flexing beneath the weight. Jason had short, sexy blond hair and a killer smile, and also pretty green eyes that sparkle. Man, Jeff wanted him so bad. He was hard each time Jason walked by, and had to banish thoughts of plowing Jason's virgin ass so he could concentrate on work, and look forward to the evening when he could go home and jerk his tense cock while thinking of Jason's tight hole and flipping through the latest issue of FUCK HIM HARD magazine.

Jeff didn't know it, but Jason had the hots for him too. He found that lately, his girlfriend's tits and pussy didn't excite him any more, but he became hot every time Jeff was near. He looked at Jeff's handsome face, his long brown hair and big brown eyes, and couldn't help thinking what his cock looked like, how big was it.....and how sucking it would feel. Jeff was the bricklayer, and sometimes worked with no shirt. It almost made Jason cum in his jeans to see the sweat glistening off Jeff's smooth, thickly muscled body. Unlike Jason, Jeff had a sprinkling of hair on his chest, and when he sweated, his chest became sexily damp with wet chest hair.

There was a great deal of sexual tension between these two men. Their cocks never stayed soft when they were near each other, and their co-workers often joked about their constant erections. They couldn't stare at each other in case someone got suspicious, so concentrating on work became a problem.

One day, the foreman decided to treat everyone to lunch, and the site was empty except for Jeff, who said he needed to finish the bricklaying quick, and Jason, who wasn't hungry. Looking for work, Jason went to the balcony, where Jeff was, having a quick beer. Jeff, startled, turned and looked behind, and in that one instant when their eyes locked, both received a clear message: they had to fuck.

Emboldened by lust, Jeff whispered, "In my truck?" Jason quickly answered "No. Right here."

As desire overwhelmed them, they kissed hungrily and long, pulling away to quickly strip off their dirty clothes. They could smell each other's sweat, heightening their arousal. Years of hard work endowed them both with superbly muscled bodies and strong arms. Jason feasted his eyes as Jeff pulled down his Y fronts. Jeff's rock hard cock sprang out, glistening with precum. It was roped with throbbing veins, and jutted out from a thick pelt of curly black cockfur. His tightening balls were also covered in this fur. Jason's beautiful cock was just as hard, and it was delightfully curved upwards with a pink tip. It was surrounded by blond pubes.

Nude, they kissed again, more tenderly. Jeff whispered, "Jason, baby, I've waited so long for this. Suck my cock now." Jason was trembling with desire as he knelt down in front of Jeff's hard cock. In one wet mouthful he engulfed the cock with his mouth, and began sucking hard. Jeff moaned in delight feeling Jason's wet mouth and tongue on his stiff hard cock, and had to resist the impulse to fuck it.

"Suck my balls dry," Jeff said.

Although Jason had never sucked cock before, the hard length and taste of Jeff's cock turned him on so bad, and as he sucked it harder, he instinctively knew to lick his balls and cockhead, too. Jeff pulled Jason's sexy blond hair and fucked his mouth, so that his balls slapped against his chin, while urging him to suck harder and harder. They both thought of the many times they jerked at night, wanting this. "How do I taste?" Jeff asked.

"Fucking delicious"

They switched places. Jason's cock was delightfully curved and therefore a pleasure to suck. Jeff was an expert cocksucker. He sucked Jason's cock quickly and hard, making very erotic wet sounds. He couldn't resist playfully flicking his tongue over the pink curved tip of Jason's eight inch cock – which made Jason feel so good he buckled his hips. He was exhaling in pleasure; he never had a blowjob half as good. Jeff motioned for Jason to sit down and spread his legs. Jeff slowly began to scratch his soft, furry balls with his nails, all the while sucking Jason's hard cock.

The afternoon heat sent waves of exciting lust coursing their hot blood. "I'm gonna fuck you now, baby" said Jeff to Jason. Using a chair as leverage, he bent over it and spread himself wide open, as Jeff slid on a condom over his incredibly hard cock.

"FUCK YEAH!" they said, almost together, as Jeff fucked him hard, all the way to his balls. Jason had little time to adjust to the strange, painful and delicious feeling of first-time assfucking, because Jeff was already fucking him hard and fast. He shut his eyes hard, mentally accommodating Jeff's rough length, but failed to suppress the whimper as Jeff's steely cocktip struck some sensitive pleasure spot deep inside him. Pain and delight exploded deep inside his ass with each forcible fuck, and this strange sensation translated itself to an inarticulate cry issuing from Jason's lips.

"Shut the FUCK up and take it like a man!" said Jeff, foul-mouthed by the excitement of sex. As Jeff's powerful thighs propelled his cock in and out of his love hole, Jason made the pleasant discovery that Jeff's dirty talk heightened his lust and excitement, and that he wanted more of it. Spreading wide and slamming himself against Jeff, he whispered, "Yeah, talk like that some more, baby..."

Jeff grinned. "Yeah, c'mon, FUCK yourself into my COCK...."

"Oh yeah, your cock feels so good in my ass. Stretch it, baby" said Jason

"FUCK yeah, can you feel how hard I'm fucking you? You love it, don't you..."

"Yeah, I love how you FUCK me"

"You like my cock, huh? You like how my ten inch fuckstick plows your ass?"

"Christ you FUCK me so good, harder.....fuckin HARDER!"

"LIKE THIS??"

"YEAH!! Fuckin BANG it in!!"

"Squeeze your hole while I fuck you. YEAH THAT MAKES MY COCK FEEL SO FUCKIN GOOD!!!!"

The afternoon heat beat down on the two fuckers, making them sweat. Jeff plucked his cock out from Jason's asshole and got a couple of cold beers. He opened it and poured the cool beer all over himself and Jason. Jason laughed and licked the beer off Jeff's body and cock, lapping it as it dripped down his balls. Then Jeff began to playfully fuck Jason's ass with the beer bottle.

"Ready to fuck some more?" asked Jeff while playing with Jason's hole.

They fucked against the wall. Jeff gripped Jason's big shoulders for support as he rode him from behind. Jeff was fucking him really hard and fast – about three fucks a second – and Jason kept moaning for more.

"Yeah, HARDER. Fuck yeah. BANG me harder!!

"Yeah you really love to FUCK huh? Open up for my COCK!"

When Jason's hole finally grew numb from Jeff's cock friction, Jeff withdrew his prick and made Jason kneel down. He ripped off the condom and held Jason's head in place firmly with one hand and with the other, he squeezed his throbbing cock as jets of cum squirted on to his face, across his pretty eyes and down his fuzzy chin.

After they kissed, Jeff grinned as he rolled a new rubber down his cock. "Time for Round Two," he said.

An Adventure by: jjcole43©

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Monday, May 19, 2014

Imaginary Friend by: dossh


(This is my first work online so I am really excited to share it. This story may confuse you from reality and fantasy, but stick with it!)

My name is Ralph Sycamore, I am 22, and I still have an imaginary friend. Well, he isn't really a "friend" so to speak. He is more like an imaginary boyfriend. I know its sad, but I've always been shy, so I haven't really had a real "boyfriend". Yeah, that means I'm still a virgin, I know, its sad.

Well, off of that topic, I am about 5' 7", with light brown hair, parted down the middle. I have a body that could be called "twink-ish", however I've always hated being called a twink.

I am not necessarily "out", I mean not to everybody. I am out to everybody except for my father. You see, my mother and father got divorced when I was really young and he moved all the way to New York (we live in California), and I would visit him on winter and spring break and also for a month during the summer. Although, that was when I was still in school.

This story starts on my last year of college, still a boyfriendless virgin, and have only a couple friends. There's Zach, my best friend and roommate, and Tyler my other best friend, and also Tyler's boyfriend Charlie, who I really don't see much, however we're friends because of our friends. You get it.

Now my imaginary friend I've named Richard. He's a big muscly man, clearly shaven, and speaks in a very husky voice. Nobody really knows about him, and I've kept him a secret because I feel like people would send me to the insane asylum. Maybe I am insane, I don't know, but I decided right before I came out to my mother that I would never let who I was decide what I will be, and I have always lived by this motto.

When I was a hormonal teenager, I invented him out of pure hormonal necessity. I would masturbate to him, and then when I turned 18, I imagined him standing with me as I came out to my mom. She was very understanding, and said she already knew. Said, "Baby, I've been with you for almost every single day of your young life, you think that I wouldn't know if you were gay? Now come over here and lets go watch some TV."

After that, I basically came out to everyone (except for my father). I, of course, got bullied and harassed, but I stuck by my motto, got into college under an English scholarship (I've always wanted to be a writer), and escaped the prejudice by meeting new friends and avoided the bigots, all the way until this final 4 months of college.

And that's where my story really starts, in my English seminar room, and listening intensely to Mr. Biggs' lesson on how to overcome writer's block; a student came in without his assignment saying he "had writer's block". I've heard this very same speech from Mr. Biggs before, but it is definitely funny a fifth time.

"You know, I always see you smiling at this speech, every single time. Haven't you heard it enough?" Said a student next to me. I looked over to come face to face with a man. That's the best way to describe him, a man. He looks to be about 6' 2", with short blond hair and a rough look about him. He was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. "I'm Nick, and you are...?"

"R, Ralph," I stuttered, my cheeks reddening.

"You're cute when you stutter, you know." He said huskily.

My god, did he just call me cute? Did I imagine it? Oh god, he is so handsome!

"Th, thanks," I said stupidly. "You're just plain handsome." Why did I say that, he's going to think I am the biggest dork ever! He just smiled.

"Mr. Sycamore and Mr. Daniels, would you like to share your points on writer's block with the rest of the group?" Mr. Biggs interrupted, making me blush even further.

"I was actually just debating with Ralphie about the existence of writer's block. He said that it is when you cannot think of what to say, and I said that I believe it was just plain excuses, like you said." Nick stated, without hesitating. Oh, god, cute and handsome!

Something tugged in the inside of my head, urging me away from Nick, but I merely ignored it. I deserved a boyfriend at this stage of my life, right?

Once class had finished, Nick greeted me at the door. "So, I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite to eat later?" He asked, seemingly as calm as ever.

"S, sure. I would love to!" I said, trying to stay cool, but failing miserably. The cutest guy in the world was actually asking me to dinner! Oh my god!

"I'll pick you up at 7," he winked. We parted to our next classes after exchanging cellphone numbers and dorm room numbers.

I've said it once, and I'll say it again, oh, my god!

After my last, I went to my room to get ready. "Okay, who is he, and when is he picking you up?" Zach questioned through smiling teeth.

I bit my lip. "His name is Nick, and he is probably the hottest guy I have ever seen," I admitted, bringing a smile to both of our faces.

"And?" Zach asked, wanting more.

"I met him during Mr. Biggs' seminar, and he was hitting on me. Then, after class, he asked me to dinner."

"O.M.F.G, you will give me juicier details tomorrow, you know." He smiled.

I blushed furiously, Zach knew I was a virgin, and he definitely doesn't let me forget it. "I know."

I went to my room and sat down on my bed, reviewing the past few hours. Then, suddenly, Richard popped into existence.

"You aren't cheating on me, are you?" He asked.

"No of course not, your not real, so that's not possible." I reprimanded.

"So, this isn't real?" He said, leaning forward to give me a fiery kiss. Our tongues intertwined. I felt my cock instantly thicken as he gripped it. He rubbed the tip and then broke our kiss to twirl my cock in his mouth. I groaned and instantly came inside my pants. That's when I took my hand out of my pants, pulled said pants off to change into new ones.

At 7:15 exactly, there was a knock at the door, and I ran to it before Zach could even comprehend it. There, before me was Nick, in all of his tall majesty.

"Hey, I, sorry I'm late, my watch was wrong." He said, but I really didn't care.

"Yeah, of course, its ok." I breathed, letting my eyes wander around his buff build. He caught me looking, and I blushed.

"So cute," He husked, making me blush more.

"Ok, so I hope you like burgers, because I am buying us some burgers, if that's ok with you." He said.

"Yeah, ok, burgers are good. Real good." I just couldn't concentrate with him here.

He winked at a peeping Zach, who was hiding behind a couch, giggling. Then we left for the burger place.

We sat down and ate our burgers. I was too excited to eat, though, so I ended up eating half of my cheeseburger. On the other hand, Nick quickly ate his double cheeseburger with bacon, and even asked if he could finish my burger. I said yes.

He drove us back to my dorm, and once we were at the door he leaned in and kissed me.

At first I was surprised, but then I quickly came back to the world to return the kiss. It was so much better than an imaginary one. Our tongues play with each other, and I loved the musky taste of him. As he pulled away, however, I groaned in frustration.

"Ralphie, I don't just want you to be a quick fuck, I would like to have a real relationship. Would that be okay with you?" He asked, his eyes searching mine for an answer.

"Definitely, however I would just like you to know I'm kind of still a virgin." I admitted, shyly.

"Really? I would have thought someone as cute as you would have been taken already? Huh!" He said, smiling at my blushing face.

"Yeah, I guess I'm pretty shy, so that's why..." I said, my face now beat red.

"Well, then we'll take this at your pace. Ok?"

"Y, yeah," I said, watching him slowly close the door. "See you tomorrow at Mr. Biggs'."

"See yah!" He smiled as the door finally shut. That night I had many dreams, all of which contributing to making my pants a sticky mess

MAINTENANCE MAN MARKO By Larry C. Kephart



Begun August 31, 2006

            My father was a businessman. He traveled a lot, selling his companys products to markets all over the world. My mother was not tolerant of his being away so much, and after a few years, got a lover and moved out. Being a young adult, I was to be responsible for keeping the house clean and maintaining the yards. I had graduated from High School in June and had plans to go to college in the fall. Until then, I had no job and no income to speak of, so my dad made the arrangement to pay me for my work around the house. As long as I kept my end of the bargain, I could go out with my friends on weekends, on a small allowance.

            Father had told me I had to stay in the house on Friday, to let the maintenance man in to fix some plumbing problem in the bathroom between our bedrooms.  He was to be here by four oclock and should be done by five or five thirty. I had three hours to kill until then. I had finished cleaning the whole house, and mowed the lawns. I was tired, and showered the dirt off. As I scrubbed, my dick got hard, so I played with it for a while. I decided to dig out the dildos from my hiding place in my bedroom. I dried off and headed there. I lubed up the toy and sat on it, using a towel to protect the bedspread. I jacked off, thinking about my friend, Scotty. He was a hunky football player in school. He and I eyed each other in the school shower, after everyone else had left. He even winked at me and waved his cock in my direction. I just blushed and held my hands over my own erection. I turned and rinsed off in cold water and got out of there quickly.

            After I had come, I lay down to relax and gain my composure. I must have drifted off to sleep, with the dildo still embedded deep in my ass. I was lying on my side, with my butt towards the door, when I heard a noise. It was the door, being forced open. It had always stuck, when shut, and was a bear to open. I would have left it open, but I always feared that someone would come in when I was undressed. Usually my parents would knock before entering any closed room. It was the polite thing to do. They were Southern raised in Louisiana. The rasp of the jammed door screamed at me. Who could be there? It was only two thirty, so it must be a burglar. When the door burst open, there was a large dark Italian looking man with a handlebar moustache covering his lips. He had surly eyes that bore into me. Realizing that I still had the dildo in my ass, I pulled it out quickly and threw it at him, not having anything else handy.

            The man caught the dildo easily and to my surprise, bent his head back and let the dildo slide down his throat, like a sword swallower. He left the dildo there, and spread out his hands to the side, palms up. He bowed, showing the base of the dildo. He had indeed swallowed it whole. He then raised his head and deftly removed the dildo, again spreading his arms, saying, Ta-Dah! Then he asked me, Do you approve?I was really stunned and confused. Not only from being sleepy, but this strange man had done something I would have never dreamed of.

            Who are you? I asked. And what are you doing in my house? The man threw me the dildo and remarked, I am Marko, formerly MARKO THE MAGNIFICENT! I was sent to fix plumbing by Mr. Dickerson. He continued. I ring doorbell, but no one answer. Mr. Dickerson gave me key, in case lazy son forget. he told me. I am not lazy! I retorted. I was just taking a nap, while waiting for the plumber, er, you. I said, in my defense. It looks like more than sleepy time for you. Marko said, nodding towards the still warm dildo. I blushed a crimson red at that revelation.

            Marko do all sorts of jobs in lifetime. Was star of Gypsy circus in Romania, stud-man in Spain, and now plumber in good ol US of A. He stated this in a matter of fact way. I can fix more than bathroom pipes, if you know what mean? he said with a slight sneer and a wink. Marko stroked his moustache as if he were in a melodrama.

            I was still a little groggy, but it sank in. He was propositioning me for sex. He did swallow my dildo with ease, just after it was in my ass. He didnt even bat an eye. He was a pro for sure. I wondered what he looked like under his coveralls. His hair was black and looked wet, but was combed neatly, except for a little curl on his forehead. It is reminiscent of a certain comic book hero. His skin was dark, almost like a tan. His eyes were black as his hair, with thick bushy eyebrows that almost met in the middle. His jaw was strong, and fit his moustache well.

            He kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned the coveralls at the same time. They were on the floor in seconds. He wore a tank undershirt, which he ripped to shreds as he stepped towards me. I was getting frightened. He had a big smile on his lips as he removed his boxer shorts. His bush was thick as his eyebrows, but his sausage stuck out proudly from the base. His balls hung low and swung with his steps, bouncing from thigh to thigh. His arms were hairy and muscular. He must have been an acrobat or strongman in the circus. His chest and abs were lean and tight. A matt of hair bunched in the middle of his chest, but the rest spread evenly over the rest of his body.

            In about five seconds he was breathing heavily on my face. His breath was surprisingly sweet. His lips were wet and pursed as he came down on mine. His moustache tickled, but the kiss was heavenly. He WAS a pro. If I had the money, I would hire him on permanently for stud service. He gently caressed my back, down to my buns. It sent shivers up my spine, and I melted. As my knees gave way, he caught me and lifted me onto the bed. I was shaking, not from fear, but from unexpected love. This stranger from just a few minutes ago had melted my heart and head. I had to get more of him. I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to me. We kissed and kissed for several minutes. I gazed into the black recesses of his eyes and saw myself getting fucked by his acrobatic pole. The next thing I knew, he was in me, with my legs wrapped around his neck, where my hands were before.

            I was obviously loosened up by my dildo, but his entry into my butt was so smooth, that I didnt even feel it go in. Now that it was there, I felt very full. He eased back and shoved into my open ass, creating heat from the friction. It felt terrific! Marko! Marko! Marko! I cried out. I have never had such a good feeling from getting my ass plowed. He asked, Does it hurt? I said, No! Its great! Keep it going! He kept on with deep strong strokes, grazing my prostate over and over. He finally said, Is coming soon! You want in ass or mouth? I replied, I have to taste your spunk! My mouth is waiting. Feed me, Marko!

      I hadnt noticed that he had put on a condom before entering my ass. He quickly peeled off the protective layer, and let his cock travel up the few feet from my ass to my lips. He could sure move like an acrobat. His thick appendage was soon stuffing my jaws until they ached from the bulk. Is now! Marko said, as he let go. The sheer volume had me swallowing as fast as I could, but some of his precious cargo escaped and dripped from my lips. When he was huffing and puffing, he withdrew his deflating dick. He bent down and licked the cum off of my face and neck. He then stuck his tongue back into my mouth for some fluid swapping.

            Marko raised his head and gave me that mischievous grin, and said, Now to take care of plumbing. He slid down my body and took my cock into his mouth and began a new experience for me. His mouth was like satin. Slick and smooth and bringing me to an orgasm in seconds. I had not noticed how horny he had made me, as I was busy getting at his cock earlier. I was primed with my lust for him. His ease at performing the most miraculous techniques on my body had me in love with him. Marko had a touch that was firm, but light as a feather on my skin. Everywhere he caressed my body, it was thrill after thrill. After I thought I could take no more, he gave me something new that made it possible. He really was MARKO THE MAGNIFICENT to me. And he did a great job on the plumbing in the house, too. He gave me his card, so I could get with him whenever I needed a sword swallower.