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I had my bachelor party and the only rule my fiancé made was "no strippers". He even sent his father to make sure. My father in law was a great guy and very funny so he told me to not worry about him and to have fun. We were having a blast when one of my buddies told me I had a surprise in the pool room. I didn't understand a thing until we arrived. Inside was my father in law, dressed with a cheap suit, a hat and a bowtie.

"Don't tell my daughter but I wanted you to have a stripper at your stag party".

Everybody applauded and I laughed. Someone put some sensual music and sat me on a chair. My father in law started dancing and touching me. He started to remove his clothes to the rhythm of the music. Everyone was laughing and I thought it was a great prank. When he unbuttoned his pants I saw that he was wearing a pink lacy thong that belonged to his daughter. My energy completely shifted. I loved that thong and I immediately got hard even though it wasn't my fiancé wearing it but her father.

Once my father in law was only wearing the thong one of my friends shouted "private dance", rushed everyone outside and locked the door. Then they announced that we couldn't go out in fifteen minutes and left laughing. My father in law looked at me in a way I'd never seen.

"I knew you would like the thong". He said pointing at my crotch. "Fifteen minutes is enough time".

Then he kneeled between my legs and in one movement took my dick out and put it in his mouth. I couldn't react between the shock and the pleasure I suddenly felt. He sucked on my dick until it was coated with spit. Then he stood up, turned around, hooked the thong string to the side and sat on my lap impaling himself with my cock. Then he rode me and moved his hips as if he was giving me a lap dance with my cock buried balls deep. I didn't last long and came , flooding his insides with my cum. He got up and cleaned my dick. Then, he got dressed quickly and told me to put my dick away. Once I did, he winked and said: "I hope it's a bachelor party to remember", and then the doors opened and all my friends busted inside and dragged me to continue the party.

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I found this picture among my brother's things while cleaning his room. I recognise the guy. He was Paul, a friend of my brother from the army. He had visited a couple of times and had stayed in my brother's room even though my mum had offered the guest room. My brother said that they liked to talk until late, that it reminded them of the barracks. After seeing this picture, I suspected the reason was different. You don't have a shirtless photo of your friend unless your relationship is closer than what you try to show.

I made a plan knowing Paul was visiting in a couple of weeks. I bought a hidden camera and placed it in my brother's bedroom, concealed between his trophies. For two nights I watched what my brother did and adjusted the angle to capture the whole scene. Except for an impressive morning wood and a little tugging under his boxers, nothing interesting happened those nights. But I didn't place the camera to see my brother jerking off; I wanted the real deal. Some man on man action between hot soldiers. And boy did I get it.

The first night Paul stayed at home they practically shredded their clothes off. As soon as the door closed behind them, they started to make out eagerly. When they got to the bed, they were already naked. My brother started to suck Paul's dick and then he returned the favor. I was watching the show live in my room next door with only one earphone, so I could hear the lauder noises through my wall, and my hard cock on my hand. They were sixtynining like crazy, my brother lying on the bed with his enormous dick buried in Paul's throat while he munched on his asshole. Then Paul rode my brother's cock and I could hear the faint squeaking noise of the mattress. I was now jerking off so fast I could barely see my fist. They changed positions and I watched my brother getting pounded in missionary, Paul thrusting his hips grabbing my brother's ankles. Paul started to jerk off his friend's cock and I saw how my brother sprayed himself with cum. I came all over my abs the moment I saw that. Paul kept drilling for a while but then he pushed deeply one last time, flooding my brother's hole.

I saved the file, turned off my laptop, and cleaned myself up. I went to bed still horny and plotting what to do the next day. I couldn't decide if I preferred to keep recording and watching those hot army men fuck, or to catch them in the act and maybe join them.

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The phone hadn't stopped ringing during the fifteen minutes my boss and I were "in our meeting". After we finished he went to see who was so eager to speak to him. Turned out his wife had been trying to get ahold of him because their son had gotten into trouble at school. I got dressed as I watched my boss trying to calm down his wife and giving excuses for why he didn't answer the phone completely naked. His big ass rested on the table. He rolled his eyes as he listened to his wife's bickering and gave me a sign to leave his office, but I had other plans. I sneaked behind him and plugged two of my fingers inside his well fucked asshole. He jumped and looked at me surprised but his face changed into bliss as soon as I found his spot. I was taking my fingers in and out, playing with my cum inside him. I could hear his wife still talking over the phone. He was making faces as he apologized and then hung up. I took my fingers out and made him lick them. We made out and then I left him in his office, naked and hard, and needing to deal with his crazy wife.

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I work as a night manager in a very prestigious hotel in the city center. Being a luxury hotel we have some VIP guests that I personally attend to make their stay perfect. I have some wild stories about them but I swore discretion. So let's change the names.

It was mid-September, and the hotel was buzzing with a pent-up excitement among the entire staff. "One dream", one of the most famous international k-pop groups was going to stay here. It was a bigger secret than where the country's president was staying, since their fans were far more dangerous than a terrorist cell.

They arrived early the day before their concert in an unmarked car around the back of the hotel. I greeted them with my impeccable smile and offered to help them with anything they needed. I gave them each their own room key and show them the amenities. They were four guys who looked like they'd come from a laboratory. Perfect faces, perfect hair, perfect bodies. They seemed very friendly to me and thanked me with a smile. All except one. Park Joon-ki. The bad boy. The one all de teenage girls were crazy for. He looked me up and down clenching his square jaw and nodded. Damm he was handsome.

A couple of hours later I got a call from one of the band's rooms to sort a problem with the shower. I didn't know wich one because I had distributed them randomly. I went up to assess the problem so I knew who to call and knocked. When the door opened I almost fell backwards. Park Joon-ki was standing in front of me almost naked. Only a small towel around his waist. He had the mos perfect torso I had ever seen. Abs and pecs chiseled from marble and the sexiest tattoos covered his arms and clavicles. I composed myself professionally and asked him what the problem was. Apparently, he'd tried to take a shower, but the water wasn't getting hot. I walked past him into the bathroom, noticing the heat emanating from his body. My cock twitched inside my pants and began to grow, with me unable to do anything about it. I checked the shower and saw that the problem was that he hadn't worked out how to use the faucet properly. That's when I explained it to him and said goodnight.

Before leaving, as usual, I asked him if I could help him with anything else, and he said no, but that he probably would need some things to relax tomorrow after the concert. I asked him what those things would be, and he said that it was already very late, and if I didn't mind, he could give me a list tomorrow. I told him yes, that he could leave it at the reception or have one of his assistants send it to me. However, he asked for my personal phone number so he could have direct contact with me. I only give my personal number to a very select group of guests, but I couldn't refuse that monument of a man.

The next morning I went home to sleep and the day passed without anything out of the ordinary. In the afternoon the singer sent me the list. They were all normal stuff like scented candles and essential oils so I went shopping.

The concert that evening was spectacular. The city basically paralyzed and all we could see on any TV was images outside the stadium full of crazy fans. After the concert a van brought the guys to the hotel again the same way as the night before. I welcomed them the same way as the night before and congratulated them on their success. All thanked me and went to their rooms. All but Park. He staid back a little to ask me about the things on his list. I told him that I would be right up.

Just as I was about to go up another one of our VIP guests requested my presence and I went to help them. After finishing with them, my phone chimed. It was a text from Park asking me to hurry but it had attached one of those pictures that you only can open once. I got in the elevator and opened it. I almost dropped the phone. It was a mirror selfie of him. Shirtless. And flexing. His sculpted torso on full display. His tattooed arms looked bigger than in person. His chest pumped and adorned with two juicy nipples. And his chiseled abs were calling me to worship them.

I didn't expect this because in none of our previous encounters I had read any signals from him. I thought it was a misunderstanding, that the picture was intended for somebody else, but deep down I hoped that I would be received by that image when I reached the room.

I stopped in front of his door and was about to knock when it opened. In front of me was a replica of the image I'd seen on my screen. The pop star was shirtless, his skin glistening and his muscles pumped with the exercise from the concert. He had lost the trousers and was now wearing only a towel tight around his waist. He looked me up and down and stepped aside so I could come in.

"Are you any good with massages? The masseuse that usually treats me couldn't make it," he told me.

I gulped and gave him my best smile. "I'll do my best. Do you mind if I get off the uniform? I believe I will do it better without this jacket."

"Whatever", he told me as he laid on the bed facing down with the towel covering his ass.

I took everything off except for my boxers and a tank top that I use under my shirt. I lit the candles around the room and then got on the bed beside him. I poured some oil on his back and started to work. My job was to make my guests' stay at the hotel as comfortable and memorable as possible so I found myself in the most bizarre situations but this one was one of the best that I could remember. I tried to be as professional as the situation allowed and tried to focus on giving him the best massage I could. It was a difficult task because, as my fingers touched his oily skin, tracing his tattoos and I felt his muscles fex underneath, my dick started to get hard and was already pitching a tent in my underwear. I massaged his worked up muscles and he moaned whenever my thumbs pressed the more sore zones. My hands traveled to his thick legs and I removed the towel without asking so I had better access. I finally saw that round butt that was on every billboard around town. Those posters didn't do it justice because in front of me was the most delicious ass I had ever seen. I grabbed his strong glutes and moved them around as if I was kneading bread. I saw how his tight asshole appeared between his ass cheeks and licked my lips.

After his back side was completely covered in oil and I had made all the mental pictures of his ass as I could, I asked him to turn around so I could work on the front muscles. He didn't try to cover himself when he turned so I could see his dick was completely hard and leaking precum over his washboard abs. I resumed the massage on his legs and buried my thumbs in his quads to relax them after all the dancing during the concert. I "accidentally" graced his ballsack every time my hands passed near his crotch. I smiled to myself because his bonner bounced each time. I continued on his pecs and massaged them with abundant oil. This served two purposes: I enjoyed the view of his shiny tits and his nipples became extremely sensitive. Every time my fingertips rubbed over his nipples he let out a long sigh. To finish the massage, my hands moved to his chiseled abs and coated them in the slippery substance. I passed my hand between his belly and his hard-on pretending it wasn't there until I couldn't resist the temptation.

I placed my palm over Park's throbbing cock and closed my fingers around his shaft. His hips raised in the air without control and he let a weak moan escape between his teeth. I started to masturbate him slowly, making his foreskin uncover his shiny head. As I kept jerking his dick I felt his hand touching my leg. He felt my thigh until he found the leg opening of my boxers and slipped his hand inside. He grabbed my dick and started to imitate my moves. He kept his eyes closed and his breathing accelerated. I continued stroking his dick but I added my other hand to enhance the feeling. I rubbed his glans while squeezing the base of his cock. I tickled his balls, making his squirm. I used my oiled up finger to go inside his ass crack and touched his asshole. He opened his legs to let me better access. I drew circles around his entrance to relax his sphincter. Once it was slippery enough I buried my middle finger and started to search for his prostate. I knew I found the spot because he squeezed my dick strongly. I started to message his prostate as I accelerated my strokes on his cock. His breathing quickened and he humped the air as he moaned. He kept the pressure on my dick but stopped moving his hand so I began to fuck his fist.

I knew he was about to finish because I felt his asshole clench my finger. I saw his cock shoot a powerful stream of cum that almost hit my face. It landed on his tattooed chest with several more cumshots. Watching his perfect torso covered in jizz got me over the edge and I came In my underwear.

I went to the bathroom to compose myself. I washed my hands and cleaned my dick with my boxers. I put my uniform back on and took a last look at the pop star. He was still lying in bed with his eyes closed breathing deeply. I cleaned his abs with the towel and put out the candles.

"Anything else I can do for you, sir?" I asked in the most professional tone.

"No, thank you. That was exactly what I needed to relax. There's your tip on the table".

I thanked him for his generosity and went back to the front desk to continue with the rest of my boring shift. "One dream" had earned a new unconditional fan.

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All the mums (and some of the dads) in the camping were looking at him. He was barbaqueing shirtless, beer in hand with the shortest shorts he owned. He was the sexiest man there, but he didn't know it. He was oblivious to his hotness, one of the things that attracted me to him.

We were here this weekend because my sister wanted to go camping with the kids and the kids wanted their favourite uncle with them. I obliged because I loved the outdoors and I could be witness to hot scenes like the one happening right now.

I watched how every woman was getting turned on seeing him cook. Observing how drops of sweat formed and then fall through his hairy muscle chast. Some of them even got closer and said "hi" while passing by. Their husbands frowned with jealousy.

One woman, obnoxious and tacky, had the audacity to sit by his fire and flirt with him. My sister saw it and came by my side.

"Can you believe that bitch?" She said. I shook my head in disbelief. "Somebody has to teach her a lesson. Don't you think?".

I agreed. I got up and I strode up to his side. I placed my hand over his shoulder and kissed him deeply, pushing my tongue inside his mouth.

"What're you cooking, honey?" I asked my husband at the same time I gave the bitch a side eye worthy of the worst highschool mean girl.

Nobody flirts with my man!

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And then a grin apeard on his face. "Actually, why don't we find out right now?". John looked at me as if it was the best idea he'd ever had.

"What do you mean?", I asked him.

"We follow your dad and Thad", he said his name rolling his eyes, "and spy on them".

He looked at me like a puppy waiting for the ball to be thrown.

"Are you insane? I'm not gonna spy on my dad while he has his first gay hookup. That's disgusting".

"Dude, it's not disgusting. It's extremely hot. Rob is super sexy and Thad, even though he's a smug prick, is super attractive. Watching them fuck will be like watching a live porn movie".

"First of all, don't call my dad Rob..."

"He asked me to call him like that". I silence him with my finger raised.

"Second thing, and a very important one, I don't care how sexy they are. It's my father!"

"Michael, come on! I didn't want to come to this, but you owe me one". I opened my mouth in disbelief. Months ago I asked John for a big favor, and he was now collecting.

"I can't believe you're doing this to me". I said, defeated.

"Dude, it's gonna be the hottest thing we will see in our lives. You'll thank me later".

We gathered our stuff and we ran to catch up with my dad and his new friend. It wasn't difficult finding them since Thad had an impressive red sports car. John made a comment about overcompensation, making me laugh. We got in our car and followed them to Thad's place, a stunning beachfront house a few miles further. We saw how they entered, with Thad's hand on my dad's lower back, and approached. We crept closer, looking for a window to look inside. We slipped into the back yard, and from there we had an excellent view of the main room, an open concept between kitchen and living room. We crouched under a window and waited for the couple to appear.

They came into the room shoulder to shoulder laughing about something we couldn't hear. Thad grabbed two beers from the fridge and gave one to my dad. He then took off his hawaiian shirt and continued talking in his speedo. His pouch looked more filled than before. The continued talking and gesticulating by the kitchen bar. As far as we could make out, they were still talking about the gym and their workouts. That guy really knew how to play my dad like a fiddle. Thad made a gesture to my dad and he took off his tee shirt and started posing. Thad approached him and placed his hands on his chest, feeling his pecs.

"Oh my god, this guy is going to fuck your dad so hard," John said.

"What are you talking about?! My dad isn't going to let someone fuck him the first time he's with a man."

"Have you seen how dominant he is? Rob's losing his anal virginity today."

"I told you to don't call him Rob! And I'll tell you that he isn't."

"Let's make a bet since you're so sure. We're going to imitate them. I'll be Thad and you'll be your dad. If your dad's the top, you fuck me. If your dad's the bottom, I'll fuck you. Done?" I looked at my friend's extended hand and thought for a second. Both John and I were tops and rarely bottomed. I shook his hand tightly because I couldn't pass up the opportunity to fuck my friend's bubble but.

We turned our attention back to what was happening inside. Thad continued examining my father's muscles with his hands, this time his biceps. Thad forced my father to turn around and pose to his back stuck out. He continued touching every inch of my father's skin, getting closer and closer until his hands reached his ass. Once there, he circled my father with his hands and kissed the back of his neck. My father wrapped his arms around the other man's and lowered his head to give him better access. Thad licked and kissed my father's neck with the eagerness of someone who hasn't eaten in days. Finally, my father turned, and their lips met. I gulped, watching my father kiss a man for the first time. It was a passionate but temder kiss. Thad was grabbing my dad's face with both hands and my dad was holding his waist. Thad started to explore more of my dad's body and his hand roamed over his skin. My father did the same and started to touch Thad's ripped muscles cautiously. You can saw dad was getting more and more into it as Thad kept caressing his skin. Suddenly we could see how Thad grabbed my father's bulge and started to fondled it. On the other side of the window John also grabbed my hard dick and started to jerk it off over my speedo. I looked at him with questioning eyes.

"I told you I would do whatever Thad did", he said, and kept grabbing my dick.

I enjoyed his attention and closed my eyes for a moment. When I opened them and looked inside Thad had pulled my father's cock out of his speedo and was expertly jerking him off while kissing his neck again. My father grabbed Thad by the back of his neck and enjoyed the moment with his eyes closed, just like I had just done. It was the first time I saw my dad's cock hard. It looked pretty similar to mine in size and he was uncut too. John kept mimicking Thad and was also jerking my dick at full speed.

Thad was the one in control, moving his hands and mouth all over my dad, doing whatever he liked with him, and my dad was just happy to be there. He was enjoying the attention as anyone could see from his hard cock, but he wasn't doing anything much. His hands never went to touch Thad's dick and only caressed his skin gently.

Thad got bored of the foreplay and dropped to his knees to suck my dad's dick. He didn't waste any time he just put it in his mouth and started sucking it.

"You are one lucky bastard". John said. "I'm going to give you one hell of a blowjob but, if at any moment they changed positions you have to tell me because I'll be on my knees"

I promised I would hold my end of the bargain and he started to suck my dick . I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensation of my best friend sucking my dick while trying not to cum too soon. It wasn't the first time we hooked up but we didn't do it often so I didn't remember how good his mouth was. My dad must've been feeling the same because he had his head thrown back and his eyes closed leaning over the couch's back. His hands by his sides opened and closed periodically. He finally placed them on Thad's head and started to rock his hips back and forth. Thad doubled his efforts and took more of my father's cock down his throat. During one thrust he opened his mouth to the max and buried his nose in my dad's pubes. I saw how he took his tongue out and laped on his balls while his Adam's apple moved so I assumed his throat was giving dad's cockhead a wonderful massage.

"John, I love what you're doing but you have to see this. Thad is deepthroating my dad".

Like a flash, John's face was beside me.

"Wow! I'm sorry but I can't do that to you. Haha".

We marveled for a while at how incredibly skilled Thad was and how good my dad must've been feeling and then, to my surprise and John's delight, Thad grabbed my father by the hips and turned him around. He paused for a second caressing his butt cheeks and licking his lips and then dove in. My dad clenched his fist and clutched the couch fabric strongly. He let out a moan that we could hear outside.

John laughed by my side as he placed his hand on my shoulder.

"This I can do! Be prepared because the next thing is the fucking".

"A lot of tops like to be rimmed. I like it!", I protested. "This doesn't mean my dad's gonna bottom".

"Man, by the way he's moaning and how hard his dick is, he isn't liking it. He is loving it. And Thad is gonna take advantage of your dad's curiosity ans sweet talk his way into his ass. And that means, I'm gonna be in yours too. Now if you don't mind I'm gonna prepare your tight ass so I don't hurt you."

He went back on his knees and started munching on my ass. I really liked getting my ass eaten so I stopped complaining and enjoyed the rimjob. I felt how his tongue circled my sphincter and my skin was covered in goosebumps in a second. He then drilled with his tongue the deeper inside me he could. I grabbed my dick and started to jack off to mimic my dad. He was now fisting his cock enjoying the ass eating sensation. Thad had his face buried between my father's ass cheeks and it seemed as if he didn't need air to breathe. I could see his head moving up and down and side to side while he slapped his ass and the sound reached my ears.

He started to lick his fingers and caress dad's hole. He switched from his tongue to his fingers making my dad squirm and shake with pleasure. After a while, he sucked his middle finger and soaked it in saliva at the same time that he spat on my father's asshole. I watched as he pressed his finger inside his hole. I watched it disappear, phalanx after phalanx. I stopped masturbating because I almost came. John realised something had happened and went up to see inside the window.

"Fuck yeah! I knew Rob was that kind of man! Be ready, Mikey. I'm going in".

John sucked his finger and inserted it inside me. He had worked my hole so well that it slipped right in. He tried to match the rhythm with which Thad fingered my dad but being standing was more complicated. Thad expertly drilled my father's ass, twisting his wrist and hooking his finger. Dad had both his hands on the couch and his ass was sticking out in a very sexy way. We could see his heavy breathing and hear his muffled moans through the glass. Thad apparently got two fingers at his ass now and was massaging his prostate. My dad rested his head on his forearms and shouted a loud "Oh God!". This went on for several minutes untill Thad couldn't resist anymore and got up behind him.

He grabbed his cock by the base and trapped it on my dad's hole. John, took his fingers out and kissed me on the neck.

"Mikey, this is the hottest moment of my life. I'm not gonna last long", he warned me.

I felt his blunt cock head tapping on my entrance and then he started to press slightly. I knew he was waiting to enter at the same time as Thad penetrated dad. We watched Thad grab my father by the hips and push his pelvis. His cock looked gigantic and inch by inch it disappeared inside my father's ass. My dad opened his eyes a lot and clenched his fists. He tensed all his muscles as he endured the invasion of his virgin hole. Thad was looking with a smile how his massive dick sunk slowly, and he stroked his lover's back to comfort and to encourage him.

On our side of the window, John was pushing his dick inside me at the same pace as Thad. His dick was smaller and my hole more experienced than my dad's but in my mind I was feeling exactly what my father was feeling. I felt my friend's pubes gracing my tailbone at the same time that Thad went balls deep. My dad's breathing slowed down once he got used to having another man's dick in his rectum, but the moment of peace was short because Thad immediately started to rock his hips. John did the same and began to fuck me.

My mind was overloading. I didn't know where to focus my attention. My best friend fucking me for the first time, tighting the bond we shared and reminding me that bottoming wasn't that bad? Thad's extremely hot body moving rhythmically and his enormous cock playing peekaboo with my eyes as it went in and out of that big ass? The image of my dad having his first gay experience and losing his anal virginity and, by the look of it, loving the shit out of it? There were too many exciting things around me and anything could push me over the edge.

Thad's speed increased and so did my friend's. I felt how his cock head graced my spot again and again and let out a moan even though we were trying to not make any noise. If I was feeling this way, I couldn't imagine what my father would be experiencing with Thad's big dick punching his prostate over and over. I saw how hard his dick was, almost vertical. With its head engorged and red. Dripping precum like a faucet.

As the time went on we could hear the moaning and cursing from inside, as well as the slapping noises Thad was making with every thrust against my dad's ass. I was jacking off like crazy and John was slamming his hips the faster he could when suddenly he grabbed my shoulders stronger than before.

"I'm cumming Mikey. I can't hold it any more!" He warned me as he buried his dick deeper inside me and flooded my insides with his seed.

I kept masturbating watching how my dad got fucked by his new friend. My friend's dick deflated and escaped my ass with some of his jizz which dripped down my inner thigh. Inside the house, Thad was pounding my dad as hard as he could. He had one hand grabbing his hip to push his dick as deep as possible, and the other one grabbing his shoulder to make him arch his back in a position perfect for prostate stimulation. My dad got his mouth open and his eyes rolled back into his skull in a state of pure ecstasy and sexual frenzy. All of a sudden I heard my dad scream.

"Fuck! I'm cumming baby! Don't stop, keep fucking me!". Jets of cum spurted from my father's cock and landed on the back of the couch and all over the floor. I counted at least seven cumshots and my dad's body spasmed with every one of them. Thad never stopped and kept the energy of the fucking even when my dad had finished screaming and was only breathing heavily. One last drop of cum dangled from the tip of dad's dick. I watched hypnotized its pendulum movement until it fell, and it was as if a spell broke. I came. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I painted the outside wall under the window and bit my lip to not make any sound that revealed our position. John was stroking my back and alternated his gaze between my dick and the hot scene inside. Once my sight unblurred and my orgasm ended, I paid attention again to that scene.

Thad hadn't stopped his thrusts, but his face showed that he was on the verge of cumming. As if to prove me right, Thad pulled out his cock and forced my dad to his knees facing him. He jerked off furiously on his face and soon shot all over him. Thick white ropes of cum painted my dad's face while Thad howled with his eyes closed. I saw how my dad timidly stuck out his tongue to taste one over his upper lip.

Once Thad recovered from his orgasm, he leaned down and kissed my father deeply, licking some of his own cum from his lips and facial hair. He stepped back and made gestures for my dad to not move. He looked into his bag, took his phone and pointed at my kneeling father with the intention of taking his picture. We saw how my dad laughed and posed sticking his tongue out.

"Dude, I was right. This has been the hottest thing we would ever do in our lives". Said John patting my shoulder.

My mind started to focus and I came back to reality. I had just witnessed my dad get fucked by a super hot dude while my best friend fucked and bred me. It was indeed the hottest thing to ever happen to me. My mind kept ticking and I realised Thad was still tinkering with his phone, probably exchanging numbers with dad and hopefully sending him the pictures he had taken.

"Ok, next mission", I spoke to John. "I don't know how but we need to get those pictures".

John smiled and first bumped me. What I didn't know at that time was that my friend was plotting a mission by himself. He was determined to fuck my dad himself.

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My stepdad was brushing his teeth energetically, trying to get rid of the taste of my cum. He had just swallowed my jizz when a text from my mum announced she was coming earlier than expected. The first thing my mum demanded was a peck from her husband so it was imperative that no strange flavours lingered on my stepdad's lips.

I saw amused how frantically he cleaned his tongue when I got up and walked behind him. I grabbed my dick from the base and jammed it inside his asshole. Hi choked on toothpaste and scolded me while coughing.

"Are you crazy? She's almost here!"

"Relax, daddy. She won't be able to taste the load I'm about to give you". And I started to fuck him fast with all my strength, so I could dump one in before my mother arrived.

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I had joined a painting course at college and the last task was to paint a portrait of a nude male model. The university offered a model that posed for everyone to paint him but it cost money and I was broke. I started to think about other possibilities and decided to ask some friends but the lesson was about anatomy, about the shapes and forms of the male body, to be able to represent the strength and the masculinity, to capture on the canvas the light and shades of the muscles; and none of my friends were built like a greek statue. In fact nobody I knew was built like that except my stepbrother Paul. Me and Paul were cool but we weren't close and we didn't have that kind of relationship. I couldn't just ask him to pose for me naked. I needed to think about something else. But as time passed and the deadline approached I became desperate and saw that as my only hope.

My stepbrother was training to become a fireman so he worked out every day and had a body that had nothing to envy the models the university hired. I approached him with the idea one Saturday morning that we were alone in the house. At first, he was reluctant, but after pleading with him and promising to make it up to him in any way he wanted, he agreed.

We decided to do it in my bedroom because the light that came through my window at that time was incredible for painting. We talked about different poses to show his physique and we decided on three. He looked nervous so I decided to start painting only his torso. He stood in the middle of the room shirtless but still wearing his basketball shorts. He placed one hand behind his head, revealing his armpit, and with the other one, hooked his thumb on the elastic of his shorts and pulled them down to highlight his oblique. We had to use different styles, and since this pose was the most uncomfortable to hold, I decided to do a charcoal sketch, highlighting the volumes occupied by his muscles without going into the details of colour; just using lights and shadows. The asymmetry of the pose allowed me to draw the same muscle relaxed and flexed. His right arm behind his head showed a prominent bicep that partially covered his handsome face. His armpit was covered in neatly trimmed hair that I meticulously rendered to exalt his manliness. His other arm on the contrary was flexing the adjacent pec muscle which had grown into ideal proportions. I drew his abs shadowing them carefully to do justice to his eight-pack. His hand cheekily uncovered half of his pubes and the start of his muscular leg. As I moved my charcoal bar through the paper I started to appreciate more how attractive Paul was. I always thought he was good-looking but as I drew him I realised he was a very fine specimen. I shook my head to clear my head and finished the sketch quickly.

For the next portrait I decided to focus on his back. I made hin sit on a chair facing backwards and resting his arms on the back. This time I needed him to be naked so I turned around to give him privacy. He informed me when he was ready and I started my colored pencil painting. This time I tried to capture the nuances and undertones of his skin. He was pale but was bronzed here and there from his outdoor workouts. The morning light gave him a golden tint that made him look magnetic and tempting. I started to work on his back. All those hours at the gym had given him muscle over muscle. I tried to capture the shadows and different colours that mixed on his muscular back. Then I continued down. His strong glutes were like two orbs on the chair from which the back grew. They were covered in a fine layer of hair that shined gold against the sun. In the position he was in, his legs to the sides, his quads looked thick and powerful. He had a pair of imposing legs that I tried to reproduce as faithfully as I could to capture all the sensuality he exuded. Now out of his sight I could watch him carefully without shame. He was incredibly sexy. I watched how his muscles flexed under his skin as he shifted his position slightly. I felt my dick jump in my pajamas and I tried to focus on my art to keep my mind off those thoughts.

When I finished the second portrait we went on to the last one. I decided to give my stepbrother a less defensive pose. I directed him to lay on my bed with one arm and leg along his body and the other pair flexed so I could see all of him. We opted to put one of my paint rags over his package for modesty. I didn't see his cock before he placed the cloth but I could make out its shape underneath. It looked like a nice tool next to a juicy pair of balls. My cock jumped again, and I gripped the canvas tightly to focus on something else. For this one I decided to go all in and had grabbed my watercolors. I began tracing the outline of his body. His enormous arms, his ripped abs, his huge thighs his perfect face. Then I picked up the brush and began the details. The arm I had in close-up fascinated me. You could see the tension of every muscle and tendon beneath the skin on the forearm. It looked like an alabaster statue carved by a master sculptor. When I had the body to my liking, I moved on to his face. It was the only portrait in which he was looking directly at me. He was so handsome with that nose and those perfect lips surrounded by a sexy trimmed beard. He had decided to pose with a serious expression and a penetrating, almost seductive gaze. While painting this, I had to hold his gaze for quite a while, and the eroticism flowing in the air made my cock hard all the way. I caught him looking at the direction of my crotch and I realised the canvas didn't cover me and my hard-on was noticeable. We both blushed and he smiled bashfully. I hurried to finish the painting to get out of that awkward situation. Once I was happy I let my stepbrother know.

"Well, that's all. Thank you so much for doing this, Paul. You're a lifesaver".

"Can I see them?", he asked.

"They're not finished yet. I have to shade better and finish the details", I explained.

He sat up in bed, still covered with the cloth, and examined the drawings in detail. He thought for a moment and glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. He blushed and opened his mouth to comment.

"They look really good, man. I'm going to take pictures and put them on my dating apps. That artistic touch is sure to attract someone. The only thing is, if you want, we can finish the last one with proper full frontal nude. I don't want your teachers to give you a bad grade because I'm shy."

I blushed too. "It's fine. The assignment was mainly to focus on muscles and body shapes. I don't need genitals to be visible. Anyway, I can complement it with a picture from the internet." He laughed.

"Then pick one that does justice to my junk. I don't want my face paired with an average-sized dick."

"You're so boastful. Don't worry, I'll choose one from porn even if it's not believable."

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone will think I exaggerated the size."

"Dude, I have a really big dick. It makes sense that you give me a similar one in the portrait."

He was starting to get frustrated with the situation, and I saw an opportunity I wasn't going to pass up.

"Okay. Lie back down where you were and take off the rag. I'll paint the reality, whatever it is."

Doubting his masculinity took effect, as he immediately lay down on the bed and placed his hand on his package. "You'll see, I'm not lying." Saying this, he removed the cloth, revealing his genitals.

It was true, he wasn't lying. Even flaccid, you could see a cock with rather impressive dimensions along with two large, shaved balls. I picked up the brush again and began to complete the painting, but as time passed, Paul's cock swelled and changed position. I stopped painting because I couldn't concentrate with that in front of me.

"You're not supposed to move," I said jokingly and pointing to his crotch.

"I've been naked all morning; it's a normal reaction", he complained. "Anyway, look who did the talking. You're harder than me."

It was true. I'd been with my cock pointing at the ceiling for a while now, making a tent in my pants that I'd given up trying to hide.

"Well, it's a normal reaction when you watch every detail of the naked body of someone extremely sexy." I said.

He looked deep into my eyes and breathed deeply. His dick was almost as hard as mine.

"Are we really doing this?" He asked.

"Fuck yeah!" I responded and launched myself to kiss his perfect mouth.

We started to make out on my bed with me on top of him. He took off my tank top between kisses and put his hand inside my basket shorts to grab my throbbing erection. I devoted myself to exploring his body, which I had already memorized during our painting session. I ran my hand over all the surface of his warm skin, noting the shape of each flexing muscle. I started to go down with my kisses. I travelled down his neck, kissing and licking the path of his jugular. I got to his chest and immediately found one of his nipples to start sucking on it. He moaned and squeezed my dick with more strength. I bit him. He hugged me and flipped us to put himself on top. He grabbed my shorts and yanked them making my hard cock slap my abs. My stepbrother started kissing my neck and then he went down through my chest, kissing and licking as he passed. He stopped at my nipples and sucked on them while jerking my dick. I pulled his hair with both hands and pushed his head down. Enough foreplay.

When Paul found my cock in front of him, he licked the full length of my shaft with his tongue from base to head and then he put my dick in his mouth and started sucking. He went eagerly deep a couple times and then he kept a steady rhythm bobbing his head. He used one hand on my shaft when it wasn't inside his mouth while the other traveled through my body. He kneaded my pecs and played with the hair that covered them. He pinched my nipples and my cock jumped into his mouth, as if it were wired to them. Without warning, he expertly deepthroated me. A jolt of pleasure went from the tip of my dick through my spine to the base of my skull. It was a feeling so good that I pushed his head to get deeper. He took it as an incentive and kept my dick there for almost a minute while massaging its head with his throat muscles. He came up for air and smiled devilishly. He grabbed my balls and put my dick back into his mouth, circling the tip with his tongue. I squirmed and pulled his hair some more.

He finished the blowjob and went to find my mouth to kiss it deeply. Our tongues fought inside my mouth. He displayed an aggressiveness and dominance that he had not shown until that moment. I gladly took the submissive role and let him work. He did the same thing I did to him and pushed my head towards his crotch. I went down kissing his sculpted torso until I reached his pubes. I grabbed his throbbing hard cock and raised my gaze. I looked into his eyes and saw how eager he was for the blowjob to start, but I decided to torture him a little. I began by running the tip of my tongue along the raphe between his balls and moving very slowly up to his frenulum, making him tremble. I repeated the movement several times until, with a spasm, a large drop of precum escaped just as I reached his tip. I collected it to savor it. It was salty and a bit bitter. I continued focusing on his testicles, licking them profusely, playing with them with my tongue. I made circles and drew a figure eight around them. When they were completely soaked, I put the first one in my mouth and sucked, pulling on it. Inside my mouth, my tongue continued to run over the smooth skin of his scrotum. I moved on to the next one and did the same, making him moan from between his lips. I licked his shaft again, all the way to the top, without ever touching the head. I kissed from the side, moving his cock with my fingers before his attentive gaze, his mouth half open. After one of his sighs, I opened my mouth wide, and stuck out my tongue, leaving the tip of his dick over it. Our eyes met and, in one movement, I swallowed it completely to the back of my throat. It was a good-sized dick, but I had practice. I sucked hard while his cock went in and out of my mouth, playing with my tongue so that not an inch was left untouched. I would put it all in or just the tip, alternating so that he would never get used to the sensations. He looked in admiration at the work I was doing holding my face with his hands. I decided to enjoy his body as well as his cock and moved my hands up his torso to squeeze his juicy pecs. I bobbed my head as my hands roamed his perfectly sculpted body, making my dick painfully hard.

I decided that my dick needed attention so I positioned myself with my knees on both sides of his head and my cock pointing to his lips. He opened his mouth and licked my tip. I pushed my hips and burried my dick deep in his throat. He didn't gag which showed me how much more experienced he was than what I thought. I started to fuck his mouth and he sank his nails in my glutes and accompanied my movements. I was also deepthoating him trying to give him the same pleasure I was getting from his throat.

After a while in that position, I heard Paul mumble something muffled by my cock. He slapped my ass repeatedly but I didn't understand what he was trying to communicate until it was too late and he shot a powerful cumshot to the back of my throat. I took his dick out to cough and several more ropes of jizz painted my face and hair. The moaning of Paul around my dick brought my over the edge and I took my dick out of his mouth to cum all over his face and torso.

I looked down at him once my orgasm let my sight focus and the view was inspiring. His perfect torso covered in strings of pearl-white cum and glistening with sweat, all of this illuminated by the beam of golden light that entered through the window. I wanted to pick up my paintbrushes again and immortalize him on canvas, but instead, I grabbed my stepbrother's face and kissed him passionately. I was already imagining how our next portrait session would be like.

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He jumped from the rug we were lying on and started to collect his things in a hurry. He grabbed his phone and read and replied to some text. I looked at his face and how it changed into a worried look.

"Is it your girl?" I asked.

"Yes"

"Is she angry because you haven't responded for an hour?"

"Yes"

"Does she have any idea what you've been up to?"

"No". He looked down in embarrassment. I decided to torture him a bit more.

"Does she know you prefer bouncing on my dick than to go shopping with her?" I grinned naughtyly.

"No".

I got up and pushed him on the bed. I grabbed his ankles and lifted his legs. As soon as his ass was exposed I rammed my hard dick inside him. It went in without any resistance with my previous cummshots as lube.

"Does she know you love to get fucked by this big dick?" I continued.

"No", he responded between moans.

I grabbed his phone and marked her number.

"Why don't we tell her?" I told him bringing the phone to my ear. He looked at me with terror in his eyes while holding back the moans of pleasure that my cock rubbing against his prostate was causing him. I waited for his girlfriend to pick up the phone while I continued thrusting. She picked up and I slowed down my fucking so she couldn't hear my balls slapping on his boyfriend's ass cheeks.

"Hey Michelle, it's me. Don't be mad at Raul. We were at the gym and he got sick and a little dizzy so I brought him to my house until he recovered. I have him lying in bed right now, and I'm taking very good care of him". With every syllable I pushed my hips, making him squirm. "I think he's better off here right now than walking around town. Don't worry I will return him to you as a new man."

I was getting close and by the look Raul was giving me he wasn't far either. I took advantage of the fact that Michelle was now the one talking to increase the speed of my thrusts. Just as I felt the cum oozing from my balls and filling my friend's ass, Michelle said goodbye, and I had to answer with a grunt. "Take care Michelle!"

I hung up at the same time Raul was shooting the strongest cumshot I had seen him shoot. I had the feeling that conversations with Michelle were going to become a frequent occurrence during our furtive encounters.

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I was working my afternoon shift at the store when I saw my boyfriend walk through the door. He said he was on a run nearby and decided to pay me a visit. We chatted for a bit but my manager gave me a look and I returned to work. My boyfriend decided to try some clothes since he was already here and went to the changing room.

A couple minutes later I got a text on my phone from him. It was a picture of him completely naked in the changing room. I looked around to see if anyone was watching and ran to the back of the store. I whispered his name to know which cabin he was in and he opened the door for me to enter. As soon as we were both inside he locked the door and started to undress me . We began to make out and touch, grab, kiss and bite each other.

He got on his knees and started to suck me off. The risk of getting caught was making me super horny. I put him on his feet and gave him a quick blowjob. When I was with his dick in my throat I heard my manager calling my name just outside. My boyfriend told me to stay silent and responded my manager's call opening the door just enough for his head to peek through. They started talking and my boyfriend made some excuse for me. I had a naughty idea and started to rim him while he was speaking to her. His voice changed to a higher pitch for a moment and then my boyfriend asked her to grab some pants in a different size.

As soon as she left, we closed the door and quickly placed ourselves in front of the mirror to fuck. My boyfriend placed his hands on the wall and separated his feet sticking out his muscular ass. I rammed my cock inside him while looking at our reflection to see his face as I impaled him. I started to fuck being very careful to not make any slapping noises.

We were really into our fuck looking deep into eachother's eyes when my manager knocked on the door and announced that he had the new clothes. My boyfriend told her to leave them over the door and as soon as we saw the first pair of pants appeared on the mirror I felt his asshole contracting and saw multiple shots of cum fly from his dick and splashed into the reflective surface. I came right after, while my manager was still talking with my boyfriend about how the pants fitted.

We fixed ourselves and went out. My boyfriend bought two pairs of pants and wore one of them outside the store because we had used his running shirts to clean up our mess. I could get used to this job if my shifts were always like this.

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My wife and I were making renovations in our flat. It had been a busy few days, but it seemed things were finally looking up. I was the one who had overseen most of the work, since my wife hadn't been home much due to her work schedule. All the workers who had come to our house had been pleasant and professional, but there was one I'd particularly gotten along with: Magnus, the painter. Always with a smile on his face and helpful in every way, we'd hit it off from the start. Above all, we'd bonded over our passion for the gym. If I thought about it, I was really going to miss chatting with him while he painted the walls.

Our conversations varied depending on the day, and we talked about everything. Sports, the gym, TV shows... Sometimes I tried to live my fantasies through him and asked him about his conquests. He never revealed much but always ended up spitting some details about a blowjob or a quickie at some public restroom. One day, I was angry with my wife because she hadn't wanted to sleep with me the night before, and I confessed to Magnus, as if he were my confidant, that I hadn't had sex with her in almost a month. He listened patiently and tried to offer me a few words of understanding and support. I was grateful for that. Then he said something that took me by surprise.

"Women are always difficult. No matter if you're married or just want a one night stand, there's always some problem with them. That's why I mostly fuck men. Much easier. If you just want a quick fuck, that's what you're gonna get. And we understand each other better. That's for sure".

I was speechless. I never thought of Magnus as gay. He was so masculine and loved sports and going to the gym.

"Oh. Umm... I'm sorry, that took me by surprise. I didn't know you were gay".

"What do you mean, boss. I've told you about the guy I fucked last week at the bar's bathroom". I realised then, that he never said girl, he always used someone or they/them pronouns in his stories.

"I thought that was a woman!" I answered.

"Come on, boss! How many women do you know who would let you fuck them in a dirty bathroom stall?" He laughed. "And I'm not gay. I'm bi. I love women. Their softness, their smell, their curves... But with men it's much easier. And I've never experienced with a woman the kind of sex I have with men. It's rough, primal, more intense..." Magnus was making gestures with his hands as he spoke and I saw he was getting really into it. The bulge on his shots had gotten bigger. "Do you know what I mean?".

I swallowed and nodded. I knew exactly what he meant because I had a secret. I was also bi. I had only experimented very little in college and then I met my wife and never had the chance again. But this conversation had brought back desires hidden deep inside me, and the description of sex between men that Magnus had explained had made my dick hard.

"I guess you're right. If I liked men and women, I would also prefer the ease of sex with men. And you just made it sound very hot". I answered him.

We kept quiet for a bit and Magnus continued painting. I couldn't shake the image of him fucking a dude and was all I could think about at the moment. I looked at him again, this time under a different light. It was a hot day so he was wearing a black tank top and thin grey short shorts with a green stripe on the side. I had always admired his physique but this time I wasn't just admiring, I was desiring. I watched his strong legs covered in a thin layer of hair. Defined calves that continued with thick thighs that converged into a round, juicy ass covered by that light fabric. I watched as he painted, the muscles in his arms flexing, making the hours he spent in the gym evident, those strong biceps covered in sweat. I licked my lips. He had rounded shoulders framed by the gaps in his tank top. His back, although covered by the top, was noticeably ripped. And a little tattoo could be seen peeking out just below the neck.

"Oh, shit!" He exclaimed. Some paint had dripped on his tank top. He left the brush on the paint can and took it off.

"Hand it to me. I'll soak it so the paint doesn't dry out".

"Don't worry, it's my work shirt, so it's okay if it gets ruined".

I insisted, and he gave it to me all in a ball. When I picked it up, our fingers touched briefly, and an electric shock ran through my arm, all the way to my spine. I was acting like a teenager and didn't understand why. Magnus turned around to continue painting, but he knocked the brush so hard that it flew, splattering paint everywhere. That string of paint hit me right on and stained my shirt and gym shorts. We looked at each other for a second and both started laughing.

"Now I'm really going to have to put these clothes in the wash. I don't want them to get ruined".

With that, I stripped down to my underwear and put all the clothes in a tub of warm water. I thought about putting on other clothes but between the heat and how hot the situation was making me, I decided to stay only in the tight black briefs I was wearing. I took two beers and went back to the room where Magnus was.

"So, returning to the topic we were before. What's your type? What kind of men do you go for?" I asked him, passing him a beer.

"Well, I go for guys who look like men. If I wanted a soft skinned, perfumed person I would go find a woman. That's why I never go for twinks or feminine men. I like the big, rugged man, exuding masculinity through all the pores of his muscular body, his skin covered in hair. I like someone who goes to the gym and loves physical exercise, so we could have an intense fuck session".

All this talk got me extremely horny. The man Magnus was describing could be me. My dick was painfully tenting my briefs, stretching the fabric. I repositioned my cock to one side, keeping it trapped by the elastic band. He saw it and smiled.

"What about you, boss? For what you told me about your last month with your wife, and what I'm seeing right now, you could use some masculine energy yourself".

He looked at me biting his bottom lip and stroking his chest. I was fighting a battle inside my head. I was married and I swore the vows. I couldn't do this, I shouldn't do this. Enjoying his company and watching his body from a distance was one thing. Being in my underwear and flirting a little bit was one thing. Getting up, grabbing his face, kissing him passionately and pushing him to my bedroom was another very different thing. And it was exactly what I did because the desire was too great.

We made out all the way to the bedroom I shared with my wife and he pushed me on the bed. He straddled over me and continued kissing me. I took the opportunity to explore his muscular body with my hands. As I did so, I felt the cold metal of my wedding ring dig into his skin. I slipped my hands under his shorts and began massaging his ass cheeks. If anyone entered my room at that moment, they would be met with a spectacle of pure masculinity and testosterone: two muscular men passionately enjoying each other's bodies, unleashing their lust.

Magnus started kissing my neck and then he went down through my hairy chest, kissing and licking as he passed. He kept going until he reached the waistband of my black briefs with some trimmed pubes picking out. He licked the full length of my shaft with his tongue. The only thing separating us was the thin layer of fabric from my briefs. He fixed that immediately and pulled them down. He put my dick in his mouth and started sucking. He went eagerly deep a couple times and then he kept a steady rhythm bobbing his head. He used one hand on my shaft when it wasn't inside his mouth while the other traveled through my body. He kneaded my pecs and played with the hair that covered them. He pinched my nipples and my cock jumped into his mouth, as if it were wired to them. Without warning, he expertly deepthroated me. A jolt of pleasure went from the tip of my dick through my spine to the base of my skull. It was a feeling so good that I pushed his head to get deeper. He took it as an incentive and kept my dick there for almost a minute while massaging its head with his throat muscles. He came up for air and smiled devilishly. He grabbed my balls and put my dick back into his mouth, circling the tip with his tongue.

Sucking was fine but I needed more.

"I want to fick you stud!". I told him.

"Normally I'm a top but you've been such a good boss and you're so sexy with your muscles and your fur I can't say no".

He took off his short shorts and revealed that he was wearing a jockstrap. We repositioned ourselves and I got ready to start eating his ass. He was on all fours on the bed, arching his back so his chest rested on the mattress. I positioned myself behind him and took in the wonderful view he was offering me. His round, muscular ass covered in a thin layer of hair and framed by the jockstrap called to me like a spell. I grabbed each mount of man meat and separated them. His asshole appeared before me. It was winking at me with excitement. It was pink and looked tight, with a fine ring of hair around it. First I gave it a little kiss, and then I passed my tongue from the taint up making him moan and shiver with pleasure. I smile for myself. Making someone so masculine feel that good in that position made me extra horny. I kept licking some more to watch it react contracting with every pass of my tongue. I couldn't wait any more and I started making out with it. Magnus surrendered to the pleasure he felt from the southern part of his anatomy and relaxed his muscles. My tongue kept exploring and his moans became more frequent and louder. I didn't stop at any moment and continued devouring him, my tongue drilling him deeper and deeper. The force that his sphincter exerted around my tongue became less and less resistant, inviting me to enter a little deeper each time. My fingers massaged his buttocks forcefully and my thumbs got closer and closer to the center where my lips were. I began to caress his asshole with my thumbs between licks, pressing his ring stealthily. The more I massaged his anus, the less tight it seemed and the tips of my fingers slipped in a little without receiving any reaction from him. I took advantage of this and inserted a phalanx of my index finger. He continued moaning and I saw that was jerking off his hard cock taking it out from the side of the jockstrap pouch, so I took it as a good sign. I began to circle my finger inside his anus to open it up little by little. I continued spitting and licking around it to lubricate and soon I had two whole phalanxes inside him, which I could thrust in and out effortlessly. I added a second finger and then a third when Magnus pleaded to be fucked.

I got up and slapped his ass a couple times. I grabbed my cock, which was dripping precum from excitement and aligned it with his entrance. I gave it a little wiggle and without a warning I introduced it halfway through. The painter took a deep breath and clenched his fists. I didn't move until he relaxed a little and stroked his ripped back lovingly. Then I started to push slowly, watching my shaft disappear inside him. In no time I felt my balls touching his, his hair ticking me. I was completely buried in his hole. I took the opportunity to enjoy the warm embrace my cock was feeling and the sight of that muscular masculine man bent over in front of me. I started to take it out and, when only the tip was inside, I pushed balls deep again in one stroke. He moaned with a mix of pain and pleasure and I started to rock back and forth. I grabbed him by his strong shoulders for leverage and thrusted rapidly. Then I changed speeds and went slowly while reaching for his cock. He was rock hard and leaking like a faucet, staining the linens of my marital bed.

"I can feel your ring on my cock. It's so hot!" He shouted.

We kept fucking changing gears and speeds but never changing positions. Watching that wide muscular back receiving a pounding and seeing his ass rippled with every slap was turning me on so much. When I was pistoning in and out at full speed I noticed how he looked down between his legs and stopped breathing to then take a deep sight. I felt his asshole start to contract and, knowing that he was cumming, I grabbed his cock again to jerk him off faster to intensify his orgasm. The fact that I had gotten such a macho top guy to have an anal orgasm with my dick was too much for me and I also came deep inside his bowels. It'd been ages since I came inside someone without a condom so I enjoyed the view of my jizz escaping around my dick.

In the aftermath of our climax, we started to make out again. I had rediscovered the energy only man on man sex could bring and I was hooked. As if reading my mind, Magnus told me a proposition.

"That was amazing and we should totally do this again but My ass isn't made to get fucked", I completely disagreed. "What if I bring Joe tomorrow and we tag-teamed his ass. He loves it".

Joe was the guy who had fixed our window and was a tall black man with a beard obsessed with CrossFit. Tomorrow couldn't come faster.

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I got out of the shower and saw that my step dad was laying in bed in his tight white underwear. We were sharing a room for my cousin's wedding. My mum and stepsister were in the room next door because they didn't want a boy and a girl sharing a room, even though they knew I was gay.

"Can't you wear pajamas to go to bed?"

"Since it's just us men here, I don't see the need for more clothes. Be thankful I'm not naked. I usually sleep on the buff".

"Well, I don't feel comfortable sleeping next to you while you're half naked".

"Why? I'm sure you sleep next to naked men all the time at the dorms". I blushed. My stepfather and I had never talked about my sex life before.

"Well, not all the time and it's different. They're my age, for starters".

My stepdad chuckled and flexed one arm while grabbing his large bulge with his other hand. I already knew he was attractive since the day my mother brought him home for us to meet but I had never looked at him in a sexual way, however having him lying in the same bed where I was going to sleep that night showing me his almost naked muscular body with that package that seemed bigger than before made my most basic instincts wake up and my cock began to grow.

"Maybe it's time for you to appreciate how a real man looks like. See? I bet it's better than all those college kids you fuck".

My mouth was dry and I was sure my hard-on was visible through the towel tied around my waist. I was suddenly very nervous but I needed to find a comeback for his remarks.

"Well, that's the thing. Normally when I go to bed with someone naked by my side I intend to fuck him and that's not gonna happen here tonight!" I was so proud of that until my stepdad smiled and fondled his bulge again.

"We'll have to wait and see. Don't we? Your little friend over there certainly wants some action", he said pointing at my dick, " and I could use some too. Remember the good old days of youth and experimentation". He pulled off his underwear and his hard prick hit his abs. "What do you say? Do you think you can handle a real man?".

I dropped my towel and jumped on the bed, ready to show him what I could handle.

[secondlife-stories]

My brother invited me to spend a few days at the beach with him and his friends. I immediately agreed for two reasons. On the one hand, I needed to get out of the house and for Mom and Dad to leave me alone. On the other hand, my brother's friends were all super hot. They all played some sport and went to the gym regularly, so they had sculpted, well-defined bodies. I'd had a crush on one of them for years. His name was Trevor. Trevor played on the beach volleyball team, which gave him a gorgeous tan, plus he kept in great shape. He had toned abs and huge arms for hitting the ball hard. What I liked most about him were his legs; two huge, thick thighs that were probably good for smashing watermelons.

When we arrived, the vacation home felt like a fraternity house. It was full of noise and commotion, the guys were constantly wrestling and roughhousing. They made me a part of their games from the very beginning, and I was delighted to always find myself on top, underneath, or between the muscular, sweaty bodies of my brother's friends.

On the second day, my brother decided to take a motorboat ride around the bay, but no one wanted to join except Trevor and me. I was very happy because any opportunity to observe Trevor more closely was welcome. It was a beautiful day, and the three of us were on the boat in our swimsuits, enjoying the sun shirtless. My brother captained the boat, and I sat on the bow facing backward, with Trevor between us, with his back to my brother. I kept my eyes on him through all the cruise, and he noticed, as he kept smiling and sending me knowing glances. I blushed at the thought of being caught, but Trevor seemed to enjoy being watched. In an exhibitionist display, he began posing, and discreetly flexing his arms and legs so my brother wouldn't notice.

I was more than happy with the private show he was giving me, but Trevor had more in store for me. Looking back to check that my brother was still focused on the horizon, he opened his shorts and pulled his hard cock into the open air. My mouth and eyes opened wide. I couldn't believe that my teenage crush was sitting in front of me with his cock in his hand and my brother just a few steps away completely oblivious. Trevor smiled wickedly and began jerking off slowly under my watchful eye. I placed my balled-up shirt in front of my bulge to hide the tremendous erection I had. I occasionally glanced at my brother to make sure he knew nothing of what was happening right in front of him. Trevor continued jerking off faster and faster. The boat had also picked up speed and was making small bounces on the surface of the sea. These bumps seemed to be what Trevor needed to finish, since with the third one, a huge jet of jizz shot out from his cock, landing on his chest and abs. This was followed by several smaller but equally appetizing ones. When his breathing returned to normal, he began to scoop the cum with his fingers and bring it to his mouth to make the evidence disappear.Then he put his deflated cock away and continued the journey as if nothing had happened.

I didn't care anymore how beautiful the day was or how good the sea breeze felt. I needed this trip to be over to relieve my hard-on and to find out what else Trevor was willing to show me.

[secondlife-stories]

Patrick Foxcatcher was our next door neighbour. Ever since I was little, I remembered him coming to dinner at my parents' house with his wife, or me going to play at his house with his daughter. Patrick had two daughters. One was my older brother's age, and they'd dated for a few months. The other one, Katy, was a year older than me, and during a summer vacation, we had our first kiss, just to experiment. It turns out neither of us liked it, and it was the first step toward discovering our homosexuality. That brought us closer, and we became best friends. Katy came out a few years later, but I still didn't dare, and I'd only told her. The year after I left for college, Katy told me their parents were getting a divorce. Apparently, they didn't love each other anymore. The divorce was amicable but Katy was devastated. I was too, but because I wouldn't be able to watch Mr. Foxcatcher from my window while he workout or did yard work shirtless. Ever since my failed kiss with Katy I realised that the thing I liked the most from her was her father, and now he was moving to god knows where.

I was home again during the summer vacations when one day I saw movement in the neighbours' yard. I looked over the fence to snoop and was pleasantly surprised. Patrick Foxcatcher was moving furniture around with nothing on except from a towel around his waist. He was much hotter than I remembered. He was still just as handsome, but he'd styled his gray hair into a more modern cut and grown a goatee. The words silver fox came to mind. What surprised me most about him was how ripped he was. It seemed like he'd been at the gym every day since the divorce. His back was a mass of muscles that moved beneath his skin every time he lifted a porch chair. His biceps had grown to the size of my head. He had an amazing chest and a six-pack was visible across his abs. The towel was so small I could clearly see his strong legs and wide thighs. He was also tanned, and it looked like he'd waxed all his body hair, as his sweat glistened in the sunlight.

I stared at him for I don't know how long until he noticed me. When he recognized me, he smiled and waved, raising his arm, making his biceps stand out even more. My cheeks turned red with embarrassment at having been spying on him, but I realized he didn't need to know that, so I waved back.

"If it isn't the little Mark Milton. Well, not so little any more! Come here, let me see you. It's been a while!"

I walked into his yard through the gate our parents had installed years ago so their children could play. I climbed the two porch steps and held out my hand for him to shake.

"Hi, Mr. Foxcatcher. It's true, it's been a long time."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a bear hug with his strong, muscular arms, my head resting on his left chest. I was intoxicated by his smell of fresh sweat and cologne. My cock twitched in my shorts. He pulled me away but kept a hold of my shoulders while he looked me up and down.

"Yeah, you're definitely not little anymore. You're training hard at college, I see".

"I could say the same about you, Mr. Foxcatcher. You're super ripped. You'll have to share your training routine with me".

"Oh, well, yes. Since I got divorced, I've gotten back into some habits, like bodybuilding. But tell me, how's college?"

We spent a while talking about my life on campus. He had his arms crossed over his chest, which further highlighted his powerful pecs, so I had to make a titanic effort to look him in the eyes instead of at the gap between his tits and imagine sliding my cock through his cleavage. He mentioned the divorce again so I questioned him about him being here because I thought they had sold the house. He told me that he had initially moved out, but his wife decided to move closer to the city for work, and since he had always liked the area and the house, he decided to move back in.

"That's great. When Katy told me you were moving out I got a little sad".

He made a puzzled face, wrinkling his nose. "Why would you get sad?"

"Well, I've always liked you, and that meant I wouldn't see you again. It was a pleasant surprise to run into you today."

Mr. Foxcatcher grinned. "Yo were gonna miss me? That's nice of you Mark". He said. He ruffled my hair and looked amused.

Shit, I'd made a fool of myself. I couldn't believe I said that. He was gonna know that I had a crush on him, and therefore that I was gay.

"I mean... You were always so nice to me and Katy was very sad and you and my dad were very good friends... I... I just was..." I tried to mumble some excuse but he chuckled and placed his arm on my shoulder.

"Calm down, kid. Stop stuttering. You don't have to pretend with me. When Katy told me she was a lesbian, she told me everything from the beginning. From the bad kiss you had behind that tree. So when you came up in the conversation, she also told me about you". I might've looked scared because he squeezed my arm and said: "I haven't told your parents, don't worry".

I started to breathe again and felt more relaxed with my secret out. Like a weight had been lifted. But I had another secret to protect. I would be embarrassed if he knew I "liked" liked him.

"Honestly", he kept speaking, "I would have figured it out eventually. It's not like you're particularly discreet. The number of times I've caught you looking out your bedroom window," he pointed at my window, "while I was here mowing the lawn... Or when you were looking at me from the corner of your eye in the locker room at the pool. You were just a kid, but look at you now. All grown up." He walked away from me toward his front door. He leaned against the frame, put his hands on the towel, turned toward me, and kept talking in a sensual tone. "When Katy told me she was gay, something clicked in my brain. Something that had been off for a long time. But something so important that it even led to our divorce. Can you imagine what it could be?". His hands loosened the towel around his waist, which fell to the floor in slow motion. I gasped when I saw him completely naked. It was much better than I had imagined. Indeed, Mr. Foxcatcher was completely shaved and didn't have a single pubic hair. Between his legs, he had the most appetizing circumcised cock I had ever seen. It rested limp on two enormous balls that were crying out to be milked. I looked at his face again, still with my mouth open.

"Like father like daughter, I guess. Do you wanna come inside and show me what you've learnt in college?"

I couldn't believe what was happening. I had dreamed about this but now that I was living it, my legs didn't respond. I looked toward my house in case I saw anyone. I looked at my neighbour again and saw his inviting naked body against the door frame. I took a deep breath and went inside.

As soon as I walked through the door, he launched himself at a forceful kiss on my lips. It's true that I didn't have much experience, but I had kissed a few boys at college. Mr. Foxcatcher's kisses, however, were more passionate, with a yearning that the college boys lacked. I let him set the pace and simply enjoyed the invasion of his tongue in my mouth. When I recovered from the shock and regained the ability to move my hands, I began to explore his body. I caressed the entire surface of his tanned skin, noticing how his muscles were tensing underneath. I squeezed his muscular pecs and with my thumb flickered his hardening nipples. He moaned in my mouth, so I pinched hard, hoping for a bigger reaction. He shivered and stopped kissing me for a moment.

"You found my spot, kid. Keep going". I didn't need more encouragement so I bent down enough to level my mouth with his nipples and I began to lick them. I started with soft licks and kisses, but as his moans grew louder and his grip on my hair tightened, I began to suck harder. First one and then the other while my hand pinched the one my mouth left free.

"Ufff, that's delicious, kid. But let me work too".

Mr Foxcatcher pushed me away and yanked my shirt off. He also started sucking on my nipples, but they weren't as sensitive as his was, so my reaction wasn't as exaggerated. He noticed and went up my chest, kissing me until he reached my neck. There it was. When his mouth rested on my jugular, a shiver ran through my body. I felt how he smiled, having achieved his goal. He began to lick and kiss my neck harder until he reached my ear, at which point I sighed deeply. My ears were my weak spot. When someone kissed them, and even more so if they pretended to make out with them, I got hard right away.

"Got yes, Mr. Foxcatcher!" I moaned.

He chuckled and looked at me. "It's so hot when you call me mister. But try Mr. Fox. Mr Foxcatcher was my father". We both laughed and resumed making out.

I grabbed his hard dick and began to stroke it. It was the biggest dick I'd ever touched but stroking it wasn't gonna satisfy me. I pushed him against the kitchen counter and kneel before him. I grabbed his tanned penis while my hand kept masturbating it and I looked at it closely. It was a dick I had been dreaming about for many years and finally I had it before me. My cocksucking skills may not have been the best but I hoped to be able to make up for it with the enthusiasm I was going to show.

I opened my mouth and stuck my neighbor's cock in until it touched my uvula. This made me gag a little but I held it in and sucked his entire shaft until only his cockhead was in my mouth. My lips sealed just below it and I began to play with my tongue, making circles around it. I felt how the pleasure made a drop of precum fall on my tongue and I tasted it with pleasure. It was salty and slightly bitter, a taste I could easily get used to. I started to suck his cock enthusiastically and he grabbed my face to guide me. I looked up and met his gaze of affection and lust as he licked his lips.

"Open your mouth, kid". He told me in a deep sensual tone.

I obeyed and opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue. He grabbed my chin with one hand while the other tenderly caressed my cheek. He then began to slowly thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, sliding it over my tongue. Little by little, he pushed it deeper. I felt the beginning of several gags, but I overcame them, and he continued without stopping. Without even realizing it, his big balls were suddenly pressed against my chin and my nose was pressed against his skin. It was the first time I'd ever deepthroated, and it was the huge cock of my childhood crush. He took it out and I took a deep breath smiling because of my achievement.

He grabbed me by the armpits and lifted me up, then led me to the living room and pushed me to sit on the couch. He grabbed my dick with his hand and began to masturbate it vigorously spitting a couple times tfore lube.

"It looks exactly like...", he said mindlessly as he kept tugging on it strongly, making me squirm with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

He then licked my shaft all the way from the base to the tip, stopping at my frenulum and tickling it with the tip of his tongue, making my balls tingle. After that he engulfed the head of my cock into his mouth and started to suck. Watching my sexy childhood neighbour eating my dick was taking all my willpower to not cum. He looked so good, as if he was born to do this. He went deeper and deeper, still playing with his tongue under my cock, until it was balls deep. He had his mouth opened completely, his nose smashed against my pubes and his tongue out licking my balls, all with my dick buried deep into his throat. I could feel his throat muscles massaging my dick milking it. A jolt of pleasure went through my spine and convulsed, making my dick go deeper. I pushed him out because I didn't want to cum yet and he began to lick my balls. Then he sucked one into his mouth while circling it with his tongue as he continued to jerk me off.

After some time, he took my balls out of his mouth and asked me.

"So, do you want me to fuck you, kid?" I froze. What we'd done was the furthest I'd ever gone with any guy. I hadn't let anyone fuck me, and I hadn't put my cock inside anyone yet. He must have seen how scared I suddenly was, and he stood up to meet me eye to eye.

"Is this your first time, kid? Are you a virgin?"

I lowered my head embarrassed and nodded. "I've had oral sex before, but I haven't done anything else".

"We don't have to do anything else if you don't want to, kid. We can keep sucking each other's cocks".

I looked disappointed and answered, "Yes, I'd like to keep going, but I don't know if I'm ready for you to fuck me."

Mr. Fox laughed and put a hand on my shoulder. "If that's the only problem, we can work it out. I'd be delighted if you fucked me." My face lit up like a kid who's been told he's going to Disneyland, and my cock hardened to the hardest it's ever been.

"I would love that, Mr. Fox". He grinned naughtyly and went for some lube.

When he came back I saw him smearing it all over his asshole and as soon as he got to my side he coated my cock with the cold slimy goo. I was still sitting on the couch so he climbed on top of me and squatted down on my cock. When my tip touched his hole he looked deep into my eyes and continued going down. I was pressing against his entrance and suddenly his sphincter engulfed my cockhead. He kept lowering himself without stopping and I couldn't believe how my entire cock was being buried inside him. It was the best feeling in the world. My cock was being embraced by something warm and wet as if it had finally found its home. Finally, Mr Fox sat on my lap completely impaled and leaned his head back letting out a sigh.

When he got used to it he started jumping making my cock go in and out of his tight hole. My eyes were rolled back in my head and I was seeing stars while enjoying the best feeling I had ever had. When I recovered a little I saw that I had in front of me the ripped chest of my neighbor and I began to suck his nipples like I already knew he liked it. He began to moan even harder and I knew that I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer.

"Oh my God, kid. Your cock feels exactly like your father's", my neighbour said still jumping on my dick. That revelation made me stop sucking and look at him with wide eyes. His face was one of immense pleasure, and he didn't seem to have realized what he'd just said.

"What did you mean?"

"Sorry, kid. Maybe I shouldn't have said that, but you and your dad have exactly the same cock. They're both at the perfect angle and rub against my prostate in the best way possible. Besides, your dad also loves sucking my nipples." He said that never stopping moving. As if reading the thousand questions I had in my mind, he continued. "Your dad and I have been fucking since I moved back. Maybe we can convince him to let you watch the next time we fuck. Would you like that?"

Once the initial shock wore off, the image of my dad fucking Mr. Foxcatcher popped into my head, and it was one of the hottest things I'd ever imagined. All those amazing new sensations and the taboo of the news I jus received pushed me over the edge. I came the hardest ever inside my neighbour's rectum as he kept riding me. Just as I was beginning to recover from the long orgasm, he began to moan faster and jerk off while pinching his nipple. Mr. Fox shot multiple jets of cum that hit me in the face and torso.

As he came all over me he didn't stop shouting. "Oh Jack. Yes, Jack. God, Jack!" Jack wasn't my name. It was my father's name.