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"Geez, Mr. Carson, I thought you said your dick’s not too big."
I’ve always been super proud of my boys but never more than watching the way Dan was growing up and taking his younger brother under his wings.
"That’s it, little bro, relax your mouth. I’m gonna push a little more cock in. There you go. I gotta warn you, Ev. Dad doesn’t pull out when he shoots. He likes the feel of a tight throat on his dickhead when he comes." Dan ran his fingers along his brother’s hair, holding the head steady as he pumped my dick in and out of the warm mouth. "Aw fuck, Ev, that feels fantastic. Keep sucking. I’m getting there. Gonna blow real soon."
Evan didn’t know I was watching but Dan looked up and stared at me straight in the eye as he started orgasming in his brother’s mouth. As if to silently say, “I’m training him Dad, you’ll see.”
"How much will you bet me that the guy over there will suck me off in the bathroom?"
I had gone to the shopping mall with my neighbor to run an errand. We were sitting in the food court when Dave dropped that bomb. I knew him pretty well but not well enough apparently. I nearly spit out my burger.
"What the…?"
"That guy. No, don’t turn around yet. He’s over by the window. The fucker can’t keep his eyes off me. You a betting man? Cause that man’s totally gonna suck me off in the bathroom."
Coming from my married suburban neighborhood, I was guessing this was a load of BS. Still my curiosity was piqued.
"All right," I announced. "Twenty bucks."
Dave grinned and stood up, a little chubbed in his jeans. “There’s a quiet men’s room in the back entrance. Give me ten minutes and follow me there.”
I was watched, jaw dropped, as he walked away and, sure enough, a twenty-something guy moved from the window area to start following him.
I felt Nick’s hot breath against my face as he spoke, ”You’re mine now. You know that, right?” I could barely open my eyes, exhausted after riding the thick cock that still plugged my hole and kept his seed from spilling out. An hour earlier, he had been my boss and I had been his employee. But now I didn’t just work for him, I belonged to him.
Justin and I made sure we were roomies on the Spring Break trip. He wanted me cause he said no one gives head as good as I do. “Dude, seriously, you’re better than Carla.” His sorority girlfriend.
For my part, I loved how thick and long Justin is hung. The whole week it seemed he walked around the room without pants. And I bet ninety percent of the time that club cock was hard and ready to have a nice, heavy load nursed out of it.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Sure it was late Friday night and I was in a part of town that was mostly deserted. I’d heard whispered from my buds that The Railyards was where the faggots went to have sex. I snickered like everyone else but nothing could stop me from going to see what it was about.
I biked there so no one would see my car. I was disappointed. Just a lone pick up truck parked there. Then I saw Mr. Hardiman, the 6’5” blond hunk who’d come to Taylorville this year straight out of college to take up the Assistant Coach job at Polk High.
Here he was on his knees, his jeans pulled down while some bearded guy fucked him hard and heavy from behind. The two weren’t taking their time and pretty soon the fucker was humping real hard and howling and no doubt ejaculating deep inside Mr. Hardiman.
The two men uncoupled and stood up, pulling up their jeans and rebuttoning. I couldn’t even tell if Mr. H came or not but he seemed satisfied with the rough pounding he’d just gotten. “Thanks, man.” Funny how that normally clean-cut voice sounded so raunchy after when I just saw. The shorter dude got into his pick up truck and drove off.
I stayed crouched, hopefully out of sight, but Mr. H looked over in my direction. Right at me in the dark. “Enjoy the show, Mike?”
My breath about stopped and I felt like I was going to die. The coach walked toward me, still shirtless, and definitely every bit of a hunk. “It’s OK,” he assured me. “It was kind of hot being watched.”
Slowly, cautiously, I stood up, now in plain view of the man who was a few yards from me. “I couldn’t help it, sir.” I knew I had an erection trapped in my jeans but nothing I could do about that now. Not after what I saw, and the sheer physical presence of Mr. Hardiman in front of me. “Sorry.”
He took a second to look me up and down, then started unbuttoning his jeans again. “I didn’t get off earlier. Think you can help me out?”
"Um. Yeah. Sure." I wasn’t even clear on how he wanted me to help him till he got back in the same kneeling position as before. My heart pounded I unzipped and got in right behind him. Even before I breached him, I could feel the heat radiating from his crack, warming my cock in the cool night air. I pushed in, pleasantly surprised by the wetness of the sperm deposit the last guy shot. It was my first assfucking and I loved it.
"Christ Mike, you’re a big boy." I was unable to go slow and my nuts pressed insistently against his butt.
"I’m 18, sir," I replied.
"Not your age. Your cock. Fuck, you’re hung," he muttered hanging his head down. I wasn’t sure what he was wanting from me - more or less - but I pulled out and thrust back in. "Aw yeah," he growled. I pounded him again.
"That’s it, Mike. Fuck me. You’re gonna get me there real quick." Mr. H was charged up, all right cause all of a sudden I heard the splatter of his cum shot on the asphalt.
"Fuck!" I yelled, no longer afraid someone might be around, and pounded my hips forward as my cock shot its virgin load right into Mr. H’s hole.
Adam was new to the company but right away, beneath that ex-jock exterior of his, I knew he liked cock. Scratch that, I knew the fucker craved it. There was a mentoring program where junior employees were teamed up with management for advice and career tracking. I made sure Adam was my mentee.
It didn’t take much to crack his professionalism. A lingering look here, a well placed hand on the knee there. Soon I was breaking every rule in the sexual harrassment handbook. Cause I knew I could with this guy.
I know now to schedule an hour for our appointments. I take him from behind. That way, he can’t kiss me, can’t read my facial expression, can’t push back on me to slow down. Just feel unadulterated, raw possession by a company executive.
I was 21 before I lost my anal virginity. It had been a tough year at school and a tougher year coming out to my family and teammates. They were cool about it all, I guess, but I felt like I had no one to relate to.
I’d read about Palm Springs. An all-gay, clothing optional resort. I saved up my money and went. Day One was a disappointment as the place was kind of empty off season. Day Two I hit the jackpot as a group of about a half dozen hot men arrived from LA for a long weekend.
I got up the courage to sun myself nude and felt a swell of pride to realize that all of the buff guys were checking me out. Some were surreptitious in their glances but one guy openly scoped me out, his erection poking up to reveal his sexual interest in me and my body. He was a big tan muscle guy, bald with a couple days facial growth to give him a rugged look. He nodded in acknowledgement from across the pool. I nodded back. Soon he was joining me. Leaning over me, kissing me, pushing my legs apart and humping my crotch and ass crack. Then pushing inside me.
The penetration hurt at first but somehow soon felt fantastic. Neither of us were in a hurry, but we weren’t holding back either. Especially Mr. Top Man. He fucked me with a sense of purpose and raw masculine power. I could sense his pace quicken and his breath rise. I knew he’d be cumming soon.
The very made my sperm shoot out between our heaving bellies as I had my first, majorly intense anal orgasm.
"Nice one, kid," the man growled, right before he orgasmed.
That week, I got introduced to all his buddies.
“I guess that’s what I look like when I’m getting fucked,” my twin brother said, wonder and lust in his eyes.
He squinted down at me. “Just be quiet and fuck me harder.”
I flipped him over on the couch. A throaty growl escaped his throat. “You’ve got it, bro,” I replied, then slammed into his ass.
“Fuck!” he moaned, his voice broken by each thrust of my cock. “We— should’ve— done this— a long time ago—!”
I grinned. “We’re roommates now. We’ve got all the time in the world.”