I write original gay erotic stories about encounters between older and younger men. Genres and settings include: the workplace, doctor/patient, straight men, gym, historical, taboo, light bondage/discipline, among others. I write long form eBooks with multiple chapters, as well as shorter illustrated stories.
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Warehouse Workers
David, a younger man, discovers naked desire with Thompson, his much older co-worker. They begin a series of increasingly raunchy workplace adventures, eventually attracting the attention of their supervisor, Roy. Over 150 pages!
The Colonel & His New Adjutant
Colonel Larry Grayson, 64, is assigned a new adjutant, Captain Jason Singleton, 23. They quickly discover an attraction they didn't expect, leading to a desire they can't resist! Set in Hawaii. Over 150 pages!
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The Boss' Secret Crush
His boss was half-naked when Jacob walked into the office.
“Sorry, I didn’t meant to interrupt,” Jacob said.
“It’s fine, son,” his boss replied. “Just had a shower after my run. I like to relax before I dress. And it’s the weekend.”
He made a point of opening his robe and showing Jacob his naked body. His large cock was growing erect. He had shaved around the base of his shaft but the rest of him was hairy, masses of silvery-white hair that matched the thin layer of hair on his head.
He had a kind face, a warm smile that always made Jacob feel as though he were the only person in the room. And now he was transfixed by the sight of Henry, his boss, and his large cock. He swallowed hard and felt his own cock strain against his underwear.
Until last week this scenario would have seemed an impossibility but a strange coincidence at the gym that both frequented had meant Jacob had found himself sharing the twin shower cubicle, usually reserved for the personal trainers, with his boss. It had been a shock to see his boss naked, but it wasn’t a disappointment. He was exactly the type of man that thrilled Jacob – older, stocky and with that warmth that Jacob found irresistible.
They had showered together and what had seemed awkward had gradually become comfortable. But it was when Jacob’s cock had stiffened that he panicked.
“Don’t worry Jacob,” Henry had said, the wonderful smile appearing again. “We can’t help it if our cocks have a mind of their own. When I was your age I was always getting stiffies – at school, at the store, in church. Couldn’t stop it from rearing up,” he said, gently giving his own cock a pull.
Afterward, as they dried off in the locker room, Jacob (his cock having somewhat shrunk, although still threatening to return erect at a moment’s notice) took a moment to admire Henry’s body. Henry was in his early 60s, and Jacob especially liked the curve of his round hairy ass. He had wondered what it might be like to slide his tongue into that dark crack and push it into his asshole.
But Jacob was brought back to the present. After all, here he was staring at his naked boss in front of him, his cock erect in the middle of his office.
“See, Jacob! I also get boners,” he said, walking toward him. He placed both of his hands on Jacob’s shoulders. “I want to tell you that you are really something.” Henry’s hand drifted down the front of Jacob’s shirt and then rested on his belt buckle, his fingers dangling dangerously close to his groin.
“When I saw you in the shower the other day, you took my breath away,” Henry continued. He was breathing faster now, and Jacob suddenly realized he was too. “Your smooth skin, your beautiful face, that perfectly formed…” Henry’s hand dropped to Jacob’s crotch and cupped his cock and balls through his trousers. Jacob let out an involuntary grown.
Henry pressed his erect cock against Jacob. He was enormous. Jacob reached down and stroked it. It seemed to pulse in his hand.
“That’s it. Touch it, give it a squeeze,” Henry said, cupping Jacob’s face. “Beautiful, young man.”
Henry unbuttoned Jacob’s shirt and then let it drop to the floor. He took off his glasses and then kissed each of his nipples. Jacob groaned again. He took off the rest of his clothes until he too was nude. Henry shed his robe and they embraced.
Jacob’s hard, uncut cock pressed firmly against the much older man’s big cock.
Jacob was part-Japanese and part-Native Hawaiian. He had grown used to being treated as exotic by white men, but Henry’s attention felt new, as if he were seeing directly inside him when he stared at him.
Henry kissed with his eyes open, his tongue burrowing its way into Jacob’s mouth as if he were eating him alive, attempting to devour every inch of him.
Henry led him to the couch in the corner of his office. He sat down and then pulled Jacob toward him, caressing his smooth buttocks as he took Jacob’s 6-inch uncut cock into his mouth, sucking on it while he played with Jacob’s hairless balls. Jacob had recently shaved all of his body hair and the contrast with Henry’s hirsute body was making him rock hard.
“Delicious cock,” Henry said, before deep-throating his dick again. He turned Jacob around and then without warning buried his face in Jacob’s buttocks, his tongue seeking out Jacob’s asshole.
Suddenly he was standing up behind him, his hard cock against Jacob’s buttocks, kisses on the back of his neck and throat.
“I need to fuck you,” Henry said, the thick end of his cock already searching for Jacob’s asshole.
Jacob turned around and dropped to his knees. “Let me get you wet first,” he said, doing his best to suck the older man’s big cock. But it was too big and he couldn’t get all of it in his small mouth, despite the urgent thrusts of his boss.
Henry sat Jacob down on the couch and then knelt in front of him. He took Jacob’s legs and pulled them up and over his shoulders, pushing him forward until Jacob had rocked back – his tight asshole exposed for Henry.
Henry smiled at Jacob as he pressed the head of his cock against his hole. There was no talk of lube, or protection. Nothing mattered except the feeling of Henry’s cock pushing its way inside Jacob’s tight hole, working back and forth, deeper and deeper. It seemed to fill Jacob up, every inch of what must have been close to 7 inches of his thick dick, sliding all the way inside him until Jacob could feel his balls against his ass.
Henry looked deep into Jacob’s eyes as he thrusted inside.
“Make me come, Jacob,” he whispered, and Jacob squeezed his ass so that the muscles contracted around Henry’s cock.
Henry couldn’t hold back and he pounded Jacob’s young 24 year old ass, slamming his cock into him until he arched his back and then began to come, shooting his hot seed deep into the bowels of the young man.
Jacob wasn’t far behind him, masturbating himself as he felt Henry’s cum-slick cock slip from his gaping hole.
“That was something,” Henry said, before kissing him on the lips and laying his head on the young man’s chest.
Working Alone with the Boss
I had only been working at the book warehouse for a month when my boss told me that he was impressed with my work ethic. It was my first job out of high school and I enjoyed the work. The company specialized in Mills & Boon-type romance novels and on the days that were slow I would find myself in the back of the warehouse absently flicking through one of the latest releases, looking for raunchy content – partly for amusement and partly because it turned me on.
There was one other employee, a book-keeper who only worked a couple of days a week, and only in the mornings. For most of the working day I was alone in the warehouse, although I was sometimes visited by my boss, Derrick.
Derrick’s visits seemed to grow in frequency after the first month. He would often come into the warehouse with a cigarette between his fingers and regale me with stories of the publishing world in London in the 1970s.
Derrick was in his early to mid-sixties, with gray hair, glasses and an almost always clean-shaven face. He reminded me of a kind headmaster and though he wasn’t typically handsome, I realized I was becoming quite fond of him. I enjoyed his company and our conversations. He seemed to be genuinely interested in what I had to say.
My first summer at the new job was one of the hottest on record and because the warehouse was not insulated it was extremely hot inside. It was also the busy time of year and Derrick had asked if I minded working late in order to complete all of the orders on time.
“Sure, Derrick,” I said.
Sweat was causing my shirt to stick to my skin.
“It’s hot in here!” Derrick said, adjusting the top button of his shirt. “You can work any way you can to keep cool. Take your shirt off if you need to,” he said, before walking back to his office.
I thought about this for a moment, slightly surprised at the suggestion. But then, it was extremely hot, and it was just the two of us in the building – and it was just a shirt. I took it off and wiped down my sweaty, hairless chest.
Derrick returned a few minutes later with a glass of cold water. He handed it to me and then proceeded to unbutton his shirt.
He shrugged. “You need some help,” he said, pointing to the stacks of orders on the table behind me. “And it’s too hot to wear this.”
His chest was mostly smooth with a little bit of hair around the nipples and the center of his chest.
We began to work our way through the orders on the table, but the heat in the warehouse was unrelenting.
“I’m getting out of these,” he said, tugging at his trousers. He began to unzip and then pull them off. He was wearing a pair of black briefs, with a sizeable bulge in the front of them.
I looked up. He had caught me looking. I turned bright red.
“Don’t be shy,” he said. “It’s a lot cooler with less clothes.”
“Ok,” I said, my voice shaky, my heart pounding. I took off my jeans.
We had only resumed working for a couple of minutes when Derrick stopped and took a long sip of water. A bead of water dribbled down his chin and dropped onto his chest. I watched it roll down between his pecs. He caught me looking again. He held my gaze for a second longer than was normal. There was an extra layer of tension in the air.
“Might as well be nude, don’t you think?” he said.
He peeled down his underwear and the thickest cock I’d ever seen appeared. It was a good length too. He was circumcised, and had almost no pubic hair. He scratched himself, adjusting his cock to one side as he did so.
I took off my underwear. My 5-inch uncut cock was less impressive but I could tell immediately that it caught his attention.
We resumed working again. This time Derrick was in closer proximity to me, moving around me in such a way that every so often his cock would brush against my body. The more he did this the more I feel confident to do the same, and without speaking we stood closer to each other.
His thigh touched mine. His breathing grew heavier.
“You can touch it, son,” he said, at last.
I reached my hand over and wrapped it around his thick shaft. He was warm, the head of his cock was silky smooth. I started to stroke it. He moaned.
“That’s it, son,” he whispered.
I watched as he grew erect in my hand. This man, my boss – old enough to be my grandfather – was standing nude beside me with his cock growing erect in my hand. Once fully hard, his cock was about 7 inches in length.
Derrick took my already hard dick in his hand and did the same to me. Soon we were jerking each other, our balls swinging from side to side, the only sound the soft slap of flesh being stroked.
Derrick turned to face me. “Put it in your mouth, son.” I bent down and opened my mouth. The head of his cock was almost too big, but I managed to get it inside. He began to nudge it in further, the palm of his hand wrapping around the side of my face as started to move back and forth.
“Good, good,” he said, his voice urgent. “Faster.”
I sucked faster, until I tasted the first salty splashes of his hot seed on my tongue and the back of my throat. He groaned deeply as he came and as he did so I came too, shooting my hot cum onto his bare feet.
“Now that was just what I needed,” he said, with a sigh and a friendly hug, his still-leaking cock pressing hard against my stomach.
The Summer Painter
The Alabama heat was getting to Jeremy. He hadn’t been home from college for more than a couple of days but already he was listless and tired. His parents were in Europe and he had been left to wander the halls of their country mansion for the rest of the summer. He sat on the patio which overlooked the dock and the marshes beyond.
The only chore he had to oversee was the painting of the exterior of the house by a local painter. When the man arrived later that afternoon Jeremy had already had more than a couple of gin and tonics in the sun. Roused by the sound of a truck he launched himself out of the lounge chair.
Years later he would remember the first moment he saw Dylan. He was walking across the glossy green expanse of the lawn toward the front yard when from around the side of the house appeared a man in white coveralls. They were bright white and the reflection made Jeremy squint. But he could see the man clearly enough, he was strikingly handsome. Older perhaps than his father, though it was difficult to say, but there was an intensity to his gaze as they shook hands that made an immediate impression. It was as though he were looking directly inside of Jeremy, inside of his thoughts. It was as though he already knew him.
“Have we met before?” Jeremy asked, soon after they had made their introductions.
“I don’t think we have,” Dylan said.
Dylan was about 5’8”, with a neat mustache, and a short crew cut with silver patches on the back and sides. The skin around his eyes crinkled when he smiled, and his eyes danced. Jeremy was entranced by his presence, his manner of speaking – slowly but with an authority that was assured and certain. He was enigmatic, his manner of maintaining unblinking eye contact made Jeremy stumble and stutter but he found it deeply erotic. Tufts of black curly hair collected at the top of his zipper near his throat. Jeremy wondered what lay beneath his coveralls.
He didn’t have to wait long to find out. At the end of the day Jeremy found Dylan with his coveralls stripped down to his waist. There were slashes of white paint across his torso. He was hairy, a black trail of hair leading directly down toward his groin. He had the athletic build of someone who worked out regularly.
“Is there somewhere I can wash up?” Dylan asked.
“Sure, I’ll show you the bathroom,” Jeremy replied. He led him inside and upstairs. “I’ll get you a towel.”
Dylan was already in the shower when Jeremy returned. He was naked. He hadn’t drawn the shower curtain. His cock was long, his balls hanging low. Jeremy was rooted to the spot. He couldn’t seem to move.
When Dylan got out of the shower Jeremy handed him the towel.
“I like to air dry,” Dylan said, wrapping the towel around his shoulders. “Are you having a shower too?”
Jeremy undressed. He was the same height and had the same kind of build as Dylan except that Jeremy was practically hairless. He didn’t have chest hair and he shaved his dick and balls as well as the crack of his ass. As he showered, Dylan asked him about his parents, about college, about the house, about the marshes. When he got out he dried himself and they stood naked in front of each other.
“You have a pretty mouth,” Dylan said, and without warning he placed his fingers across Jeremy’s lips. “These lips…”
“What?” Jeremy said.
“These lips are made for kissing.” And Dylan pulled Jeremy’s head toward his own and kissed him, sliding his tongue inside Jeremy’s mouth, crushing his mustache against the smooth skin of Jeremy’s upper lip. Jeremy’s heart pounded, he felt weak at the knees. He could feel Dylan’s erection prodding his thigh.
“Beautiful boy,” Dylan whispered and then hugged him. Jeremy’s young cut cock, already erect, rubbed against Dylan’s circumcised cock. Dylan’s was bigger, perhaps 7 inches hard, with a nicely flared head. Jeremy’s wasn’t as thick and just a fraction shorter, but it was so rigid it stood up almost straight against his abdomen.
“And this cock,” Dylan said, looking into Jeremy’s eyes as he took hold of his cock and began to stroke it, back and forth, taking special care with the head, softly caressing it.
Jeremy reached for Dylan’s cock and did the same. With his other hand, Jeremy explored Dylan’s body, the hairiness of it that was foreign to him but so very sexy. The way the dark hair curled around his nipples. The strength and swell of his pectoral muscles was something that Jeremy hoped might happen to his own body as he grew older.
He looked down at Dylan’s cock and without thinking he dropped to his knees and took it in his mouth. His cock was a joy to suck. He could feel every ridge and vein in his shaft and he gobbled down every drop of precum he was able to coax forth from the tip of his dick. They switched places and Dylan’s mouth engulfed Jeremy’s young erect cock. He knew he wouldn’t last long so he stopped him, pulling him off his dick and then to his feet.
“You’re getting me too close,” Jeremy said.
“Is that bad?” Dylan replied, grinning at him.
Dylan turned him around and bent him forward. He pulled Jeremy’s ass cheeks apart and then rubbed the end of his engorged cock against Jeremy’s anus. He gasped with the first push.
“I need lube,” Jeremy said.
“Let me try without,” Dylan said, and he began to work it back and forth against the outer sphincter of Jeremy’s asshole. “Relax.”
Dylan grasped Jeremy by the hips and then expertly over the next ten minutes he worked his entire shaft deep into Jeremy’s ass. When he was fully in he paused before he began to thrust, back and forth, faster and faster, until he was ramming it inside Jeremy. He began to build to orgasm. Jeremy could feel it in the way his cock seemed to expand inside him, growing fuller and even more erect, until the moment of orgasm arrived and he spurted his seed deep inside young Jeremy’s ass, loading him with his cum.
Jeremy came without touching his cock, the pressure of Dylan’s dick on his prostate causing him to shoot his milky load onto the bathroom floor, wave after wave of hot semen streaking across the tiles.
Dylan withdrew his cock from Jeremy’s asshole and told him to suck it clean. Jeremy obeyed and then he stood and Dylan kissed him again.
“I might have to take my time with the painting,” Dylan said, staring deeply into Jeremy’s eyes.
The Nudist Neighbor
I had recently bought an old arts and craft bungalow and my only neighbor on the dead end street was an older man who lived alone. He was retired, about my height, 6’0”, with a solid build. He wore glasses and had short dark hair. He was handsome in a gruff, stern kind of way and he reminded me of an old PE teacher I had in high school. His deep voice had first greeted me the day I moved in. It was a summer’s day and I had left the front door open. The entire house was strewn with boxes and furniture – it was a chaotic mess.
There had been a knock at the door. “Anybody home?” My new neighbor wandered in. His name was Rick. He was wearing a pair of Lycra cycling shorts that left very little to the imagination. In fact the outline of the head of his cock was clearly visible through the light blue material. His cycling shirt was unzipped to his navel. His chest was smooth. His skin spotted with dots of sweat.
Rick introduced himself as my neighbor and despite my protests to the contrary, proceeded to spend the rest of the day helping me move furniture and unpack. He was a former pilot and having flown commercial airliners all over the world was now content to stay in one place and enjoy his retirement. Our backyards were next to each other and like many properties in this particular neighborhood there was no fence between the two lots, although both properties had significant privacy on the opposite boundaries due to the hilly terrain.
“I think we’re going to be great neighbors,” he said, as we shared a couple of beers and a slice of pizza at the end of the day. “There’s just one thing that I hope won’t be a problem.”
“What’s that?” I said, hoping it wasn’t going to be anything too bizarre.
“I’m a nudist and I’m often in the backyard naked. It didn’t bother the couple that lived here before you so I hope it won’t be a big deal,” he said.
I was surprised. I wouldn’t have guessed he was a nudist but I was secretly thrilled. After all, he was a handsome older man who was definitely my type.
“I have no problem with that at all,” I said, with a smile.
Over the next few weeks I would occasionally see glimpses of him in the yard, though he wasn’t nude, and it wasn’t until I happened to be out for a walk one hot summer’s evening in late July that I spoke to him again.
His garage door was open and it was obvious that Rick was cleaning or perhaps working on a project.
“Rick?” I said.
“Hello, neighbor!” Rick said, appearing behind a stack of boxes that reached up to his waist. He was shirtless.
“Need a hand? I think it’s only fair I should help you since you were so kind when I moved in.”
The truth was that I had been lonely since moving to Los Angeles and I craved some social contact.
“I should warn you that I’m in the nude,” he said. “It’s hot work.” And he grinned.
“Doesn’t bother me,” I replied, feeling the first twitch of desire in my cotton shorts.
It happened that Rick’s garage even when open wasn’t easily visible from the street. The only point at which you could easily see into the garage was from the footpath. It was the perfect secluded front yard for a nudist.
Suddenly, Rick stepped out naked from behind the boxes. His cock was substantial, a good 5 inches soft, and he had a huge pair of balls. There was dark pubic hair around his cock and lower abdomen. He was in good shape.
He stood with his hands on his hips directly in front of me as though he wanted my eye to be drawn directly down to his pendulous cock.
I stared directly at his dick and for a moment it seemed as though I should pass a comment on it, as if it were a notable sculpture, or a work of art that required a visitor’s opinion or impression. But before long I was caught up in the task of helping Rick to move boxes and other belongings about the garage until some semblance of order had been restored.
Soon we found ourselves wedged tightly in a corner, both of us struggling with boxes stacked awkwardly together. Physical contact was unavoidable. At one point I was directly behind him, his naked buttocks grazing the soft cotton of my shorts, and then a moment later I was crouched on the floor, my face only inches from his delicious cock that swung gently from side to side as he moved in front of me. I had removed my shirt at some point, since the garage was extremely warm, and it wasn’t until the waist of my shorts got caught on the edge of a metal shelf, half pulling them down – revealing not only my naked ass but also the fact that I was not wearing underwear – that it seemed obvious I should also go nude.
“Sometimes clothes just get in the way,” Rick said, with a smile and a shrug, his eyes drifting across my still-exposed ass.
He turned away and in a surge of erotic lust I slid off my shorts and stood naked behind him.
“I hope this is ok?” I said.
Rick turned back. “Of course. You have a beautiful body, why not enjoy being nude?”
We kept working, the contact between our bodies became more frequent. I couldn’t stop getting an erection. When Rick saw it he laughed. “Ah, the lust of youth!”
Yet again, we squeezed into another corner. This time it appeared we were stuck, our bodies pressed together. My hard erection made contact with his stomach and then slowly but surely his cock grew thicker and longer, until it too was pressed against me.
Without a word he took my cock in his hand and I took his in mine, and we began to masturbate each other. Our sweat we used as lube and soon we were jacking each other furiously. Every now and then Rick groaned and with his other hand pulled my body closer to his. He had a sweaty aroma that made me dizzy with desire. His lips drifted down the back of my neck, peppering me with kisses.
At one point Rick pushed his hard dick under my balls and between my legs, thrusting it back and forth. Finally, he took hold of himself and I took my own cock in hand and we finished ourselves, jerking off until we spurted our hot loads onto our sweaty skin. Rick continued to caress my cock and balls as our chests heaved in the post-orgasm glow.
“I can’t think of a better way to spend a Saturday evening,” he said.
“Neither can I,” I replied.
My Mother's New Boyfriend
I was at work when my mother called. She informed me that her new boyfriend would be coming to the city and would need a place to stay for a couple of nights.
“Can’t he find a hotel? I don’t have a lot of room in my apartment,” I said.
“Well, I’m afraid I already told him he could stay with you. It’s not long. I think you guys will get along great.”
I rolled my eyes. My mother always said this about her boyfriends and she was always wrong.
That Friday evening there was a knock at the door. I opened it apprehensively, expecting her boyfriend to be someone I would dislike instantly. This time I was wrong.
Martin reminded me of my high school English teacher. He was in his early 60s, well-spoken, had a firm handshake, and was polite. And he was handsome. He had short gray/white hair, was clean-shaven except for a mustache, and had a smile that made me feel relaxed immediately.
We went out for dinner and it was one of the best dates I had had in a long time, only it was with my mother’s boyfriend. Still, he was erudite and the conversation was fascinating. He was a tenured professor at a college in upstate New York.
By the time we made it back to my apartment we had bonded. He had plenty of advice on my own academic career and I was fascinated by his work, which had taken him around the world. We were also both a little drunk.
“I’m afraid we’ll have to share the bed. I don’t have anywhere else for you to sleep, and the couch is too small.” He was 6’2” after all. “And I’m afraid I didn’t have time to get an air mattress.”
He put his hand on my shoulder. “It’s fine. We’ll just have to make do with what we have.”
Both us had showers before bed. I was waiting in the bedroom, trying to figure out whether it made sense to top and tail, when he appeared in the doorway with just a towel around his waist.
“Ready for bed?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, and before I could say anything else he unwrapped his towel and flung it on a nearby chair.
“I always sleep naked. I hope that’s ok,” he said, a smile on his face, his hands on his hips. He was in fairly good shape, stocky build, completely hairless, and a large cut cock hanging over a pair of large balls.
I felt a rush of desire at the unexpected nudity.
“That’s fine. Actually, so do I.”
“Well, then. Shall we?” he said, pointing toward the bed.
I slipped off my boxers and then pulled back the sheet. I turned out the light. In no time at all I was rock hard just thinking about Martin laying naked next to me.
We chatted for minute and then we both went quiet. But I couldn’t get to sleep.
“Are you awake?” I said.
“Yes,” he replied.
Then I felt a hand on my leg.
“Is this ok?” he said.
“Yes.”
His hand began to rub my leg. His touch was comforting. Every now and then his hand would slip farther up my leg to my groin. His fingers brushed my balls, my hard cock pulsed.
“And that?”
“Yes,” I said.
He moved closer and I could feel the presence of his body only inches away. His breath was warm on my cheek. Then he kissed my shoulder, and then my neck, and then his lips met mine. I groaned. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth. As he did so he shifted his body, moving his weight on top of me.
I felt his cock erect against my body. He reached down and held my dick.
“That feels good,” he said. “You’re hot.”
“And you’re handsome,” I said, ignoring the fact that he was also my mother’s boyfriend.
“You’re so smooth and muscular,” he said, running his hands up and down my body.
He started kissing my chest and then moved down to my cock, taking it in his mouth, deep throating the entire shaft. I moaned. He slipped a finger into my ass. Then he moved again and we 69’d. His cock was a mouthful. He pumped it into my mouth and I played with his big balls.
“I want to fuck you,” he said. “I’ve wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw that bubble butt of yours.”
He shifted onto his side and pulled me toward him so his cock was against my ass. He was a great kisser, strong and yet gentle at the same time.
“Fuck me then,” I said, deciding to go with it, even though it had been a while since I’d been fucked and Martin’s cock felt enormous.
“I’ll be gentle,” he said.
I reached for a bottle of lube and handed it to him. He applied it to my hole. He continued to kiss me as his cock moved back and forth against my asshole.
“That’s it,” he said, as the head of his cock started to press inside, opening me up. It hurt at first – he was thick – but I got used to it and he moved it inside me so slowly that I quickly began to enjoy it. Soon his entire shaft was inside. I reached down and I could feel his balls resting against my ass.
“I’m inside you. Feel good?” he asked, as he kept kissing me, thrusting his tongue, and now his cock, deep inside me.
He fucked me for close to 30 minutes but it felt like hours, speeding up and then slowly down – teasing me. With one hand he was also stroking me, matching his fucking rhythm, bringing me close to the edge of coming and then retreating. It was ecstasy.
“Is ok to come inside you?” he panted in my ear.
I groaned and then he let go, ejaculating up ass. He let out a loud moan as he came. And then he made me come, pumping my cock until I shot my hot cum onto the sheets.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.
“That was fantastic. I’d like to do this again.”
“Well, you’re here all weekend.”
“I know,” he said. “But again when I’m in the city.”
“But what about my mother?”
He didn’t reply but he fondled my ass. “I just know I want to keep seeing you,” he said.
The Running Coach
His name was Roger. He was my father’s supervisor at the steel mill. I had only seen him once or twice, from a distance, but I had heard a lot about him from my father. He was very well-respected and worked hard, if not harder, than those he managed. He was also a runner.
“You’re on the college track team, aren’t you?” my father asked. “If you want to get serious about running marathons, you should talk to Roger.”
I shrugged. “Ok, if you think it’ll make a difference.”
My father cracked open a can of beer and turned on the game. “It will.”
The next day my father told me that Roger would meet me in the park not far from the house, but only if I was really serious about training.
Roger was waiting for me in the park when I arrived, standing underneath an old oak tree. He was stretching, working one leg and then the other in low lunges. He turned as I approached and I swallowed hard. He was handsome. His eyes were the clearest blue eyes I had ever seen. He was balding with a short crop of gray hair, and a light gray beard. He was also shirtless. His chest was well-developed, his pecs heavy with muscle, his nipples large and inviting. Chest hair covered his upper pecs.
I shook his hand, he grasped it firmly. His grip sent a jolt through me, right to my cock. I couldn’t look away from his eyes, they made me weak at the knees.
“Jimmy, right? Your dad told me you wanted to learn how to run a marathon. I’ll teach you but you have to do exactly as I tell you.”
“Ok,” I said, shocked by the force of his words but also strangely turned on. He exuded a dominance that made me want to submit to his every request immediately.
“Let’s run. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
We ran for 10 miles around the park. I ran behind him and got a great view of his muscled back, and his tight ass in his short shorts. He began to lead me further into the park, and then down an unfamiliar path. We stopped at the edge of the lake. The water looked cool and inviting.
“You’re in good shape. If you run a time like that for the full marathon then I think you might be competitive,” he said. Sweat was pouring off him, his chest glistened. I wanted to run my tongue down between his pecs. My gaze slid further down to his navel where there was a patch of fuzzy hair. There was an obvious bulge in his shorts.
“You doing ok?” he asked.
I looked up. He had caught me looking at him. He cocked his head at me.
“I was serious about what I said before,” he said. “You do exactly what I say when we’re on my training run. This is my time, as a favor to your dad.” He pointed at me and I blushed.
“Ok,” I said, meekly.
“Naked swim,” he said. “Now.” He hooked his thumbs under the top of his shorts and then slid them straight down.
The most beautiful cut cock I had ever seen appeared in front of me. It was about five inches long, average thickness, hairless balls. He obviously shaved.
“What are you waiting for?” he said, as he unlaced his shoes and took off his socks.
“Ahh,” I hesitated, my cock was half-hard, that was the problem. What the fuck, I thought. I took off my clothes and then stood beside him at the edge of the lake. He cast an approving glance over my nude 21 year old body. My cock hardened. I was helpless under his gaze.
“Nice body,” he said. He waded out into the water and then dived in. “Come on, cold water therapy – everyone’s doing it.”
I followed him out into the water. He was right, it was freezing. By the time we made it back to shore I was shivering. We stood together in the sun.
“Here,” he said. He started rubbing my shoulders. “Don’t get chilled. Body to body contact is the best way to warm up quickly.” He said it so matter-of-factly that I didn’t question it until I felt his body enclose mine – he was hugging me from behind. His chest against my back, his groin against my buttocks, his legs against mine. He rubbed the sides of my body, then moved his entire naked body against me.
“Now your other side. Turn to face me,” he said, his voice was deep and commanding. “That’s it.”
My cock was fully erect, straining to a full 6 inches, circumcised, fully shaved. I pressed it against his body. He didn’t say anything. But he didn’t have to. His own cock started to move against me, soon it was hard and we began to rub our cocks against each other.
“Turn around,” he whispered in my ear, his lips dangerously close to my own. I wanted to slip my tongue between his lips. I wanted to be devoured by him.
I turned around.
“Bend over,” he said. As soon as I did so he crouched behind me. He spread my ass cheeks. I felt his tongue on my hole, then in my hole, searching, burrowing into me. It was incredible. He was urgent, thrusting his tongue inside, deeper and deeper.
“Beautiful ass,” he said, in between bouts of rimming my asshole.
Then he stood and I felt the flared head of his cock breach the entrance to my hole. He used spit for lube but I didn’t need it, I was more than ready for his cock. I pressed back against him and he slid further inside me. The much older man from the steel mill – my father’s boss – began driving his large cock into my tight boy ass.
He increased his rhythm until his balls were slapping against me. He rode me until I could feel his cock begin to expand even more. I could feel each and every vein as he drove it in and out.
“Here it comes, Jimmy,” he said, his breath ragged. “Jerk yourself, come on now.”
He didn’t have to ask. I was almost at the point of no return. I was holding off just for him.
“Now,” he shouted. And he came, his whole body spasming as he shot his load into my hole. I came soon after, wanking my cock as fast as I could, spurting a hot creamy load onto the dirt. He kept fucking me, slowing down as his orgasm subsided.
“I needed that,” he said. “Come on.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the lake. “Time to wash off. And then we’re back to the training session. Got it?”
“Got it,” I replied.
Playing Games with the Boss
The book distribution conference was in Las Vegas and, although Tim never really liked Las Vegas, he was looking forward to attending the conference for one reason. His boss. It would just be the two of them for the entire week and Tim had been looking forward to it for months.
The flight out of Chicago was a late one and his boss went to sleep beside him. Tim was thrilled, and he spent the next couple of hours gazing at him. His boss’ name was George and he was about 70 years old, with grayish white hair – he was going bald – and a goatee. He had hired Tim straight out of college two years previously. Before long Tim was working directly under him, responsible for south-west operations. Somehow, despite the fact that he was the boss, and the president of the company, they were able to have a genuine friendship as well as a productive working relationship. They knew everything about each other. Except for one thing. That Tim had a huge crush on George.
They arrived at the hotel in Las Vegas and checked in. Their hotel rooms were adjoining which meant that they could, if they wanted, enter the other room using the connecting door.
“I better knock before I come in!” George said, winking at Tim. “Don’t want to catch you doing something you shouldn’t be doing.”
Tim laughed. “I could have company!”
“Well, then, maybe I’d have to join in!”
They had returned to his room for a nightcap after the first day of the conference. The conference was as boring as it had promised to be and the only thing that made it more bearable was George’s company – his quick wit and the way he could tell a story to pass the time. He was roguish in a way that seemed at odds with his career in the book industry. Tim had always thought he would’ve made a better sea captain than a president.
“Really?” Tim replied. “Who knows what I might be doing.”
They both laughed. They’d already had a few nightcaps when George pulled out a deck of playing cards.
“Poker?”
“Sure, what type of poker?” Tim asked.
“Strip poker, if you’re game?”
“Oh, I’m game,” Tim said, suddenly feeling a little light-headed.
George loosened his tie and dealt the cards. They ran through the rules.
“You lose a hand and you have to remove one item of clothing,” George said, giving him a devilish grin.
“Sounds fair,” Tim said. He was getting excited at the thought of seeing George without a shirt, maybe even naked.
“And if one of us ends up naked, the game isn’t over. This is strip poker deluxe edition.”
“I’m listening,” Tim said.
“If you lose a hand when you’re naked, it becomes truth or dare.”
They played a number of rounds, which were surprisingly even – they seemed to take turns winning and losing. Before long shoes and socks were removed, then trousers, then ties, and then finally George lost and had to remove his shirt. Tim swallowed hard as he undid the buttons of his crisp white shirt. George was hairier than Tim had expected, his chest covered in black chest hair with a hint of gray. He had large nipples that made Tim want to nuzzle them. He could feel himself getting an erection.
Tim was next. His shirt came off, revealing his young torso. There was a small amount of chest hair across the top part of his chest.
“You’ll be a hairy man one day, son,” George said, holding up another shot of whisky and then knocking it back.
They were finally down to their underwear. George was wearing a pair of boxer briefs that showed a prominent bulge. Tim was wearing y-fronts and it was impossible to hide his growing erection. Tim saw George glance at his crotch and then back at his cards. He laid them down on the table.
“I win. You have to get nude,” George said, with a drunken grin on his face.
The alcohol made Tim feel bold. He stood and peeled down his underwear. His thickening uncut cock bounced free. He gave George a good eyeful of his cock and then sat back down again.
George lost the next hand. He pulled down his boxers and exposed a beautiful big cock and hairy balls.
“There you go! That’s me,” George said, swinging his cock from side to side.
Tim was breaking out in a sweat, he was now rock hard beneath the table, his foreskin had completely retracted. His cock was a good six inches long, average thickness, with a nicely shaped cock head.
Distracted, he lost the next hand. George rubbed his hands together.
“Truth or dare?” George asked.
“Dare,” Tim said, without thinking.
“I dare you to sit on my lap and drink a shot of whisky,” George said.
Tim stood, revealing his fully erect cock to George who raised his eyebrows. He walked slowly over to George who sat back revealing his own fully hard cock. It was about seven inches long, and a little thicker than Tim’s.
Tim straddled his boss’ lap and sat down, their cocks were almost touching. George had a surprised look on his face as Tim reached for the whisky bottle and took a slug.
“I didn’t think you would do it,” George said.
Tim suddenly thought he had misjudged the situation and made as if to get up.
But George grabbed him by the hand. “No, don’t,” he said.
His boss’ hand reached for his naked ass. Tim could feel his fingers reaching around into the crack of his ass, searching for his hole. George spat into his hand and began to finger Tim’s hole.
“Tight boy hole,” George said.
Instinctively, Tim moved forward and grasped George’s cock before lowering himself down on the head of his cock.
“Mmm,” George said, groaning.
Tim sank himself down on George’s hard shaft, until it was buried deep inside him. He started to ride him. It burned at first but then it felt good, better than good. Then George took over, grasping Tim’s buttocks in his hands and driving his cock inside, pounding him.
They moved to the bed and George fucked him from behind until he came, shooting his load without warning into the younger man’s willing hole. Tim jerked himself off as George watched.
“Come on, son. Show me your hot boy cum,” George said, encouraging him.
Tim shot his load as George slid his middle finger into his ass. He ejaculated in a long arc over his stomach and across his boss’ face. Afterwards they fell asleep together on the bed, their bodies apart but their legs interwined.
Alone Time with My Father-in-Law
My father-in-law lived alone and I would often visit on my way home from work, or on a spare weekend afternoon when my wife was shopping. We would watch football, or I would help him in the garden. I enjoyed his company. In some ways he was like the father I’d never had. I grew up in a poor part of Pittsburgh with only my mother to raise me and my two younger brothers.
My father-in-law’s name was Kevin and he was 62 years old and worked in insurance. He was in fairly good shape, about 5’8”, with a muscular frame. He liked to keep fit by rowing at the local gym a couple of days a week. He had a moustache and his hair was going gray. He had a magnetism about him, an energy that always made me feel invigorated after I visited him.
I had just turned 32. I was almost exactly the same height and body type as Kevin. When were out together people would often mistake us for father and son. Kevin would roll his eyes and I would laugh, but neither of us would correct them. I liked it, and I think Kevin did too. He had two daughters, but he told me once – after a couple of beers – that I was like the son he had never had.
One Saturday, when my wife was away, I headed over to my father-in-law’s to watch the game. I hadn’t seen him in a few weeks and I was looking forward to spending some time with him. He didn’t answer the front door, so I went into the backyard. He was in the garden. He was completely naked.
I wasn’t sure what to do. He was facing away from me, tending to something in the garden. He had a well-muscled round ass, and his thighs were thick and stocky. He moved as if he had heard something and his rounded back expanded, the muscles of his upper back rippling outward. I was rooted to the spot. He turned around.
“Simon! I wasn’t expecting you until 2 P.M.,” he said, with a grin.
He just stood there for a moment, waiting for me to reply. I tried to drink all of him in at once.
He raised his hands above his head, as if to stretch. He had dark patches of armpit hair, a small amount of hair in the middle of his chest, and a slim, but muscled torso. My eyes fell to his groin. His cock was cut, about four inches in length. He had a small amount of pubic hair above his cock and nothing on his balls.
I felt a stirring in my pants.
“Sorry, I’m a little early.”
“I’ll put some clothes on if you like,” Kevin said, but he made no move to do so. Instead he put his hands on his hips and arched his back, pressing his groin toward me. I knew he was just stretching but the movement suggested he was offering his cock to me and I knew then that I would do almost anything to be able to touch it.
“No. Don’t do that on my account,” I said.
“I’m actually naked here at home a lot of the time. I just wasn’t sure it was something you would approve of,” he said. “I didn’t want to scare you off.”
“I approve,” I said, almost a little too quickly.
“Well, that’s something I like to hear! Perhaps I should have let you know a little sooner!” he said. Kevin walked toward the beer fridge on the patio. “Beer?”
I nodded. I got another view of his lovely butt, and those beautiful upper thighs. I could feel myself blushing at the way I was mooning over my father-in-law. But I couldn’t help it. It was bringing all sorts of feelings to the surface.
“You seem very comfortable naked,” I said.
“I’ve always been that way. Have you ever tried it?” he said, handing me a cold can of beer.
I shook my head. “I haven’t. I’ve wanted to, but I haven’t.”
“Why not try now? It’s just us. The sun is hot, the day is warm.”
“I don’t know…”
“Try it for me? You’ll like it,” he replied.
It was impossible to say no. And I didn’t want to say no. I took a large gulp of beer and then took off my shirt. I had some muscle definition in my chest and arms. I took off my shorts and pulled down my boxers. My cut cock, slightly aroused, sprung out. My cock was about 5 inches soft. I had average-sized balls, and I shaved all of my body hair.
“Nice,” Kevin said, as he sipped his beer. “Really nice body. What’s there to be shy about? You’ve got a nice dick, too. Bet that keeps my daughter happy,” he continued. Something about the way he said this started to make me aroused.
“Oh, look,” he said, with a smile. “It’s getting bigger.”
I couldn’t stop it. I was soon fully hard. I was about 7 inches erect.
“That’s quite a specimen,” he said. His own cock was now semi-erect, almost horizontal.
He moved closer and then picked up his phone.
“Let me show you something,” he said. It was a video of two men fucking a woman. Both of their cocks were inside the woman, rubbing together as they fucked her.
My father-in-law had never showed me any porn before. I moved closer until our hips touched. He put his arm around me. His cock grew fully hard. It was about an inch shorter than my cock.
“Look at her taking those cocks. Those cocks look like our cocks, don’t they?” The arm that was around my shoulder dropped down onto his cock and he began stroking it.
I did the same and soon we were both jerking ourselves as we watched the video. When the video ended abruptly, Kevin put down the phone and turned to face me. He slid his erect cock underneath mine, and both of us stroked our cocks together. It felt amazing. He was breathing heavily, his eyes darting from our cocks to my eyes. There was lust in his eyes as well as the caring, paternal warmth I had come to love. Something about this look made me come and I spurted my seed onto my father-in-law’s stomach. He groaned as I came and then he came himself. I felt his hot load spray my balls, dripping down my leg.
He leaned forward and hugged me, pressing our cocks together. I let myself relax in his arms.
“I think we both enjoyed that,” he said, before handing me my beer and taking another sip of his.
Sauna Fun at the YMCA
Sean had only been going to the local YMCA for a week when he met Ryan. He had just entered the locker room when a naked older man appeared from a nearby shower stall. He had a towel over his shoulders, not around his waist like everyone else. His body was muscular. His chest was well-defined, each pectoral muscle was like a slab of lean meat. His nipples were ruby red from the shower. His cut cock hung heavily, as if it might become erect at any moment.
When Sean looked up, the man was staring at him. He narrowed his eyes at Sean. He had a graying goatee and a devilish grin. He must have been between 50 to 55 years old. There was a small tattoo on his right hip. He moved toward him and then stopped right next to Sean.
“Hi,” the man said.
“Hi,” Sean replied. He was embarrassed he’d been caught staring.
“You’re standing in front of my locker,” the man said. His eyes seemed to drill into Sean.
“Oh, sorry,” Sean said, stepping aside.
The man dropped his towel on the bench. He turned away to unlock his locker. Sean got a close-up view of his muscular back, his strong muscled ass. A fine coating of dark black hair covered his buttocks. Sean continued to get undressed. He was a freshman at the local college. He was 19 years old, half-Japanese (his father was European and his mother was from Tokyo), and was often told he was handsome. He was 5’6”, with a slim build, and the only hair on his body was a small patch that surrounded his cut cock, which was 3 inches soft and grew to almost 6 inches when hard.
“I’m Ryan,” the man said, as he placed his gym bag on the bench beside him.
“Sean,” he replied, and they shook hands.
Sean was intensely aware of Ryan’s large cock swinging between his legs. Ryan reminded him of a marine, he had a harsh handsomeness that made Sean want to be close to him.
“I was watching you work out,” Ryan said, as he put one foot on the bench and continued drying his body.
“You were?”
“Yeah. I’m a trainer here,” he replied. “You have good technique. I’d love to show you a few things. Help improve your form.”
“I’d like that,” Sean said. “I’ve only just started coming here.”
Ryan’s cock was growing, moving to an almost horizontal state. Sean was trying not to look directly at it.
“One of the best ways to help improve your muscle recovery is to have a sauna afterwards. I can show you how it works,” Ryan said, his eyes laser-focused on Sean.
Sean was standing in his underwear. So far he had kept an erection from forming but he wouldn’t be able to prevent this for much longer.
“Now?” Sean said.
“Yes. Now,” Ryan replied.
Ryan picked up his towel and walked toward the showers before turning right and stopping in front of wooden door with a small glass window. Sean, still in his underwear, hurried after him.
The sauna was dark except for a dull yellow light in one corner that cast an amber glow. Ryan sat on his towel on the wooden bench. Sean stood beside him and was about to sit down when Ryan spoke.
“You should take off your underwear.” To Sean it sounded like a command. “Let me,” Ryan continued.
Ryan reached over and peeled Sean’s briefs down to his knees. Sean’s cock started to get hard at Ryan’s touch. By the time he sat down next to him his cock was fully stiff, almost 6 inches long.
“I can’t help it. I’m getting–”
“Don’t apologize. Happens to everyone.” Ryan leaned back and Sean caught sight of his beautiful big cock now also fully hard. It had to be about 8 inches and it had a good thickness. It curved up and back, leaning to the left as though it were pointing at Sean.
“Touch it.”
“What?” Sean said, thinking he had misheard. The heat was already starting to make him sweat, he could smell Ryan’s sweaty aroma – it was intoxicating.
Ryan stood up and then moved in front of him so that his hard cock was eye level with Sean.
“Touch it. Wrap your hand around it. Feel how thick it is.”
Sean tentatively did as he was told. Ryan groaned.
“That’s it. Jack it.”
Sean started jacking Ryan’s big cock. It felt huge in his hand. He ran his fingers over the head of Ryan’s cock and back down the shaft.
Ryan reached forward and grabbed the back of Sean’s head and pulled it forward. The end of Ryan’s big dick met Sean’s lips and then forced its way inside.
“Suck my cock,” Ryan said.
Sean didn’t need to be told. He eagerly took the entire length of Ryan’s long shaft into the back of his throat. Ryan reached down and took Sean’s cock in his hand. He gently started masturbating him, fisting his erect cock.
Sean had been worried about someone else coming into the sauna but he suddenly forgot about the danger, drawn completely into the moment.
Ryan pumped his cock back and forth into Sean’s mouth. Sean’s jaw began to ache as the bulging head of Ryan’s cock thrust in and out.
“Get up,” Ryan said.
Sean stood. Ryan turned him around and had him get on his knees on the bench with his hands on the second tier of seating. Ryan ran his hand down his back and squeezed his buttocks.
“Tight little ass,” he said. He reached under and pulled Sean’s cock down and back. Sean felt his mouth engulf his cock. He groaned. Sean could feel Ryan’s goatee on his balls, his tongue finding its way up to Sean’s ass, before burying his tongue into Sean’s 19 year old asshole.
Sean moaned. He pressed his ass back into Ryan’s face as he rimmed him. Then Sean felt Ryan press the end of his cock against his asshole.
“I need lube,” Sean said, suddenly aware of how big his cock was.
“No need. I have plenty of pre-cum,” Ryan said, almost panting with desire.
Ryan bounced the head of his cock against Sean’s little hole in order to open up his tight ass. Then, in one gradual thrust, he pressed in.
“Take it. Take all of my big daddy cock in your tight little hole.”
“Uggh,” Sean said, the pain mixing with pleasure.
Ryan buried the rest of his cock deep inside him. Then he started to fuck him, pumping his big dick up inside Sean. At the same time Ryan stroked Sean’s cock in a downwards motion as if milking a cow.
Ryan fucked him like a jackhammer. Sean had to brace himself against the bench. Ryan’s cock seemed to expand further.
“Here comes my load. Up your tight hole,” Ryan gasped. And then he came, bucking inside Sean.
Sean ejaculated almost at the same time, spurting copious amounts of semen onto the bench below.
Ryan pulled out and wiped the end of his cock against Sean’s well-fucked asshole.
“You have a great ass.”
“Thanks,” Sean said, as he stood up and they embraced. Ryan’s body was like granite, stacks of bulging muscles wrapped around him.
“I’m going to be your personal trainer from now on,” Ryan said, in his ear, before he kissed him, burying his tongue in his mouth.
Ryan opened the door and took Sean by the hand. “Shower time,” he said, with a grin.
Father-in-Law Quality Time
Richard waved goodbye to his wife as she backed the SUV out onto the street. She was picking up her mother and travelling to Las Vegas for a girls trip. Richard would be alone for the weekend. Or so he thought. Only minutes after his wife left, his phone rang. It was Owen, his father-in-law.
“I need some help with the renovation. I know you’re at a loose end this weekend, so how about you come over and help me out. We’ll get some pizza after, watch the game, drink some beers.”
Although Richard had been looking forward to a weekend alone, he had to admit that spending time with his father-in-law did sound like fun. Less than half an hour later he was pulling into his father-in-law’s house. Owen was in the backyard.
“You made it. The girls are going to have some fun, so I thought well – why shouldn’t we too!” Owen had a glint in his eye. He was charismatic in a way that felt foreign to Richard but also exciting. Richard, though, was straight-laced. He followed the rules and he did what he was told. He had become a chartered accountant, like his father and his grandfather before him.
Owen wore a pair of canvas shorts. They must have had a 5-inch inseam. He had hairy legs and thick thighs. Richard couldn’t help but notice the bulge in front. Owen was 64 years old, about 6 foot tall, balding, with salt and pepper hair, a dark brown mustache and dark brown eyebrows. Unusually for him, he was wearing a shirt that was completely unbuttoned to the waist, a sight that made Richard feel a little funny.
“You’ll want to get out of those clothes and into something a little more comfortable,” Owen said, leading him into the house and out of the harsh Phoenix sunlight.
They climbed the stairs to the master bedroom. Owen took out a pair of shorts and a tank top.
“These should fit you nicely,” Owen said, with a wink.
He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back on his forearms. Richard couldn’t help but notice how this position enhanced the bulge in his shorts. His shirt opened even wider and his nipples became visible.
“Should I–” Richard hesitated.
“Try them on. It’s just us here.”
“Ok, sure.” Richard was self-conscious. He had put on a couple of pounds recently. He sometimes worked out but wasn’t consistent. He was 27 years old, almost 5’8”, with a buzz cut. He was clean-shaven and his body was relatively smooth. He looked enviously at Owen’s hairy chest.
“You’ll find you don’t need underwear,” Owen said, standing up. “See.” Owen unbuttoned his shorts and dropped them to the floor. He was naked. His cock – circumcised and about 5 inches in length – flopped out, swinging from side to side. “That feels better,” Owen said, giving his cock a brief shake.
Richard couldn’t believe his father-in-law was almost naked. He also couldn’t believe how curious he was about his cock. It was impossible to look away.
“Let’s see what you’re packing in those shorts,” Owen said.
Richard took off his clothes until he too was standing naked opposite Owen. Richard’s cock was a little smaller in length, although both of them had good-sized testicles.
“So that’s the cock that’s fucking my daughter,” Owen said, his voice husky.
“You can’t say–”
But Richard interrupted him. “I’m your father-in-law. I can say what I like when it comes to my daughter and my future grandchildren. I hope you’re making enough seed in those balls. Top quality seed is important. You look like you might have a good-sized cock when it’s hard. Thickness is important too.”
Richard’s circumcised cock was about 4 inches soft. Owen stood and walked over to him, his cock swinging from side to side. Without a word he reached for Richard’s cock and gave it a squeeze.
“Come on, son. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Richard grew erect within seconds. Soon his cock was standing a full 5 inches erect, so hard in fact that it pressed up against his stomach.
Owen gave it another squeeze and a playful slap.
“Not bad. Not exactly what I was hoping to see. Not like mine,” Owen said, taking his own stiffening cock in hand. He gave it a gentle stroke as he spoke. “I’m going to show you what a real man’s cock looks like.”
Owen grabbed Richard’s hand and pulled it down to his balls. “Feel my balls, son. Feel how big they are, feel how much seed is in there. Now that’s a seed sack.”
He was shocked his father-in-law was carrying on like this, but Richard’s cock was enjoying the show. It was rock hard. Owen wrapped his fist around Richard’s cock and started jacking it.
“That’s it, let’s feel how hard you get. You need to satisfy my daughter and I’m going to make sure you’ve got the tool to do it.” Owen took Richard’s hand from where it was on his balls and put it on his cock. “Hold my cock. That’s right. Wrap your hand around your dad’s cock. Stroke it.”
“Like this?” Richard said, eager to be do everything correctly. Owen’s cock was veiny and stiff in his hand. It was huge, perhaps 8 or 9 inches in length.
Both of them were now stroking each other’s cock.
“I’m going to need to inspect that seed, son. You’re going to give me your seed, aren’t you? That’s it, let that cum flow from your balls.”
Richard was in heaven. Owen had big strong hands and they expertly milked his cock. He couldn’t hold on much longer.
“Oh, fuck. I’m going to come.”
“Do it, Richard. Shoot your cum.” Owen’s face was stern. He was frowning with concentration as he stroked himself, faster and faster, his balls bouncing as he did so.
Richard ejaculated, shooting his cum onto the floor between them and over his father-in-law’s hand.
“Good. Your seed looks good, son. Now. I want you to see what a real man’s seed looks like.” His breath was frantic. He released Richard’s cock and with his hand still dripping with Richard’s cum he grabbed his head and forced him to his knees.
“I’m going to shoot,” Owen said, with gasping breaths as his body convulsed. He started shooting rope after rope of hot cum across his son-in-law’s face. It streaked over his cheeks, his lips, dribbling into his mouth. Some even got in his eyes. His face was coated in his father-in-law’s seed.
“Now that is a man’s load,” Owen said. “I think you might need to be reminded of it in the future.”
“I think you might be right,” Richard replied, licking his lips.
Hot Tub Surprise
Martin was exhausted. It had been a long week at the office and now it was finally Friday night. He lowered himself into the hot tub. The air was warm. It was another beautiful summer evening in Atlanta. Martin was 62 years old. He was balding with a crown of white hair. He stood 5’8” and had a slim build. He cycled over 100 miles every week, and was extremely hairy. In fact, the only part of him that wasn’t hairy was his face which he kept clean shaven. Black hair covered his entire chest, arms, back, and even the tops of his shoulders. He didn’t shave his cock or balls. He let the hot jets massage his body as he started to stroke his thickening 7 inch cock. His balls hung nice and low in the water.
He was just starting to drift off to sleep when he heard a noise. It was the new neighbor who had just moved in next door. Martin hadn’t met him yet, though he had seen him from afar. He looked to be in his early 30s, about 6 foot tall, Black, with a muscular build that suggested he worked out. Martin got out of the hot tub, grabbed a towel, and walked over to the fence.
“Hi,” the new neighbor said. “I meant to introduce myself earlier – my name is Jonathan. I just moved in.”
“Welcome to the neighborhood,” Martin said. “I was just having a soak in the hot tub. You’re welcome to join me.”
“You know what? That sounds like just what I need after the day I’ve had.”
“I have towels. So just bring yourself.”
Two minutes later Jonathan appeared in Martin’s backyard in a pair of shorts and a tank top.
“It’s clothing-optional,” Martin said. “As your neighbor, you should know that I’m out here a lot – naked.”
“Doesn’t bother me,” Jonathan said, with a smile.
He was cute, Martin thought. A little younger than the guys Martin would normally go for, but he had a self-assured sexiness to him that was attractive.
Martin let his towel drop. He sat on the edge of the hot tub for a moment, mainly to gauge Jonathan’s reaction to his naked body, before sliding into the water.
Jonathan was surprised by the display of blatant nudity but he was also excited. Martin was a little older than the guys he normally went for but he was slim and obviously fit for his age. And he was hairy. Jonathan had a weakness for hairy men.
Jonathan stripped off his clothes and sat on the edge of the hot tub.
“How hot is it?” he said, dangling his toes in the water. He wanted to give Martin a moment to observe his body. When he looked up he caught Martin staring at him and they both smiled.
“You have a fantastic body,” Martin said, with a nod. “You must work out.”
“Thanks. Yes, I lift four days a week.”
Jonathan had a 5 inch cut cock when it was soft and an average pair of balls. His body had a classic v-shape, with well-developed lats and a beautifully sculpted chest. He stepped into the hot tub and moved closer to Martin.
“I love the hairy chest,” Jonathan said, gazing at Martin. “And I think he does too.” He nodded toward his dick that was growing hard in the warm water. Martin couldn’t tell how big it was but it wasn’t small.
“And you are the most handsome neighbor I’ve ever had.”
Martin reached over and placed his hand on Jonathan’s chest. He gently tweaked his large nipples. Martin was already rock hard, his 7 inch cock waving in the water like a flag. Jonathan reached down and wrapped his fist around Martin’s shaft.
“That’s quite a cock,” Jonathan said.
Martin grabbed hold of Jonathan’s hard dick. It must have been about 8 inches long, a good thickness, with a beautifully-shaped head.
They sat next to each other and started to jack each other’s cocks. Every now and then Martin would run his other hand over the muscles of Jonathan’s stomach and chest. He was entranced by Jonathan’s expressive eyes and strong jaw. He groaned when Martin slipped a finger under his balls and started playing with his asshole.
“You like that?” Martin said.
Jonathan groaned and then moved in front of Martin. He returned the favor, finding Martin’s hairy asshole and working a finger inside.
“Let me suck that cock,” Jonathan said. Martin was transfixed by the way Jonathan was being dominant. Usually Martin took the lead during encounters but there was something about Jonathan that made him want to surrender.
Martin sat up on the edge of the hot tub and Jonathan wrapped his lips around Martin’s erect cock. He took all 7 inches in one go into the back of his throat. He expertly swirled his tongue around the head of his cock. He wrapped one hand around Martin’s balls and the other worked his hole, one finger moving inside and then two.
“Let me fuck you,” Jonathan said. “You know it’ll feel good.”
Martin hesitated. It had been a while since he’d been fucked and yet this young stud that he’d only just met, with his magnificent physique, beautiful cock, and glistening smooth skin – almost completely without hair – was too tempting.
Martin nodded. “Ok, but I don’t have any lube. It’s in the house.”
“You won’t need any.”
Jonathan got out of the water, his cock rigid, his balls full. They 69’d for a few minutes, with Jonathan on top, pumping his big dick into Martin’s mouth.
Jonathan was shocked by how much the older man was turning him on. He wanted to slide his cock inside the man’s hairy asshole. He switched positions and buried his tongue in Martin’s hairy ass cheeks, his tongue searching and then finding the hairy hole. He worked it open, lubing it with his spit.
Jonathan’s cock prodded at the entrance to Martin’s ass.
“Be gentle,” Martin said.
Jonathan gazed into his eyes, watching for every reaction as his thick dick pushed inside him.
“Oh fuck,” Martin said, breathing out as Jonathan’s cock inched it’s way deeper inside. Soon he was ploughing him deeply, back and forth, filling him up with his young cock.
Martin started jacking himself as he was being fucked, gazing up at the beautiful young Black man who was holding his legs apart as he thrust his raw cock into his hairy white asshole. Martin stroked his cock until he came, shooting jets of cum onto his hairy stomach. The sight of all that cum made Jonathan shoot. He bucked and slammed his cock into Martin’s hole, shooting his hot seed inside him.
Jonathan withdrew his cock and then ate his own load out of Martin’s gaping hole.
“Tasty load,” Jonathan said.
They slid back into the hot tub.
“That was hot,” Martin said, running his hand over Jonathan’s chest. “I think I’m going to enjoy having you as my neighbor.”
“Me too,” Jonathan said.
Farmer Lockwood
Farmer Rick Lockwood was in his late 50s, over 6 foot tall and 180 lbs. He had a salt and pepper goatee, black hair streaked with silver, and a generous smile that Ben had known almost all his life. Ben lived next door to Rick and he would often help out during the harvest. The summer Ben turned 18 was no different.
Ben was up before dawn to get ready for the long day ahead. He crept downstairs, grabbed a snack from the pantry, and headed out the back door. Rick’s farmhouse was a five minute walk away. He could see the lights on in the kitchen as he approached. The first rays of the early morning Missouri sun were starting to streak across the wheat fields. He rounded the back of the house and found Mr Lockwood bent over the tractor engine.
“Morning, Mr. Lockwood,” Ben said, as he watched him work.
“Morning, son,” Rick replied.
Ben had been on the wrestling team as a senior. He was 5’10″ with an athletic build, short curly hair, and a handsome face. He would never admit it but he had a secret crush on Mr Lockwood and would find any excuse he could to spend time with him.
They headed out on the tractor together. There was room enough for Ben to sit in the cab with Rick, though it meant the movement of the tractor would throw them together, their shoulders and thighs making contact in a way that gave Ben a boner.
They worked in the fields until the early afternoon. Both of them were drenched in sweat. Rick peeled his overalls down to reveal his naked chest. Ben couldn’t help admiring his body. He wondered what it would be like to touch his nipples.
Rick met his gaze. “See something you like?” His eyes crinkled as he smiled. He was teasing Ben. He knew the boy was infatuated with him even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself.
“One day you’ll look like this,” Rick said, flexing his muscles and laughing.
Rick had stopped the tractor and they were standing beside it in the only shade on the wide open Missouri plain. Ben’s shirt was drenched in sweat. He took it off. He wanted to show Rick that he wasn’t a boy anymore. He flexed his biceps. His chest was already getting some definition, the workouts at the gym were starting to pay off. He was smooth and tanned. His abs formed distinct ridges.
“You’re growing up,” Rick said, with a nod. He could already feel an erection starting to form in his overalls. The combination of the sweaty heat and the close proximity to the shirtless young man was making his cock swell.
Rick pulled the zip down all the way and his overalls fell to the ground. He was naked. His cock, about five inches and in a semi-flaccid state, hung heavily.
“I need to piss,” Rick said, and let go a heavy stream onto the parched ground.
Ben watched, fascinated. His cock looked huge. It was certainly larger than Ben’s cock which was about three inches soft and about five inches when hard.
Rick shook the end of his cock.
“Got to get out every last drop,” he said, staring directly at Ben.
Rick picked up his overalls and threw them up into the tractor.
“I think it’ll be cooler without any clothes,” he said, as he climbed up into the cab.
Ben scrambled up after him. They rode for a few minutes without speaking. Mr Lockwood’s cock started to grow erect. He looked at Ben.
“You want to touch it?”
Ben nodded. He reached over and took the thick cock in his hand. Apart from his buddies on camping trips it was the first truly adult cock he had touched. He started to gently stroke it, his hand shooting up and down the shaft. Rick groaned.
“Take my balls in your other hand. Give them a squeeze. That’s it, you can go a bit harder.”
Rick’s balls felt heavy. They were sweaty and Ben felt a sudden urge to kneel and taste them. He looked at Rick, who had stopped the tractor. Rick’s eyes were opening and closing slowly as his cock was stroked. It must have been about seven inches in length.
Ben felt Rick’s hand on the back of his neck pushing him down into his crotch. He did not resist. He knelt before the farmer and wrapped his lips around the older man’s big cock, taking it into his mouth. Rick groaned even louder as Ben sucked on his cock and then his balls.
“That’s it, son. Now you’re 18, it’s time you learnt about how things work on the farm,” Rick said. He began to thrust harder into the back of the boy’s throat.
“Get on your feet,” Rick said.
Ben obeyed, even though space was limited in the cab.
“Pull down your shorts,” Rick said.
Ben pulled them down, then dropped his boxers. His hard circumcised boy cock sprung out. Fully hard at five inches, it was painfully erect. His small balls were already pulled up tight around his shaft. Ben couldn’t believe he was standing naked in front of Mr Lockwood.
“Nice cock, and balls,” Rick said, giving Ben’s cock a playful tug and his balls a gentle caress. “Turn around.”
Ben turned around. Rick fondled his buttocks and then pulled his cheeks apart.
“Bend over,” Rick said, his voice suddenly less playful and more urgent.
Ben did as he was asked. Rick leaned in and spat into the crack of his ass.
“You know what cornholing is?” Mr Lockwood said.
“Yes, sir,” Ben said.
“You ever done it?”
“No, sir.”
“I’ll make sure you like it. Turn around and sit on my lap.”
Ben turned around and sat down on Mr Lockwood’s lap. He could feel Rick’s cock pressed against his lower back. He was now chest to chest with Rick. He was close enough to kiss, Ben thought. He touched Rick’s nipples. Rick pulled him forward. Ben could feel the head of Rick’s cock at the entrance to his boy hole.
“Press out as I push in,” Rick said.
Ben pushed out as Rick pushed his cock against the soft skin of the boy’s hole. With gentle pressure it opened. The sensation of the older man’s cock as it began to push inside him was intense. It stung and there was a certain amount of pain, but there something about Mr Lockwood’s rigid pole driving deep inside him that was deeply pleasurable. Ben started to moan.
“That’s it,” Rick replied. He was gentle as it went in. As gentle as he could be considering that Ben was eagerly driving his ass down onto Rick’s cock. He wanted the older man’s cock deep inside him.
Rick started to fuck him, holding him in place as he drove his cock inside his boy hole from below. Rick couldn’t hold it much longer. The boy’s asshole was like a clamp on his cock. He felt the orgasm rising. He blasted his seed into the boy’s hole, shooting deep inside.
Rick withdrew his cock. Ben stroked his hard cock, faster and faster. He watched as Mr Lockwood squeezed out the last drops of cum from his cock.
“You know where the rest of this load is?” Rick said with a smile, holding up the hot cum on his fingers. He reached under Ben’s balls and found his hole. He shoved the two fingers holding the last drops of his cum up the boy’s ass. “Right up here.”
This sent Ben over the edge. He erupted, spurting his hot boy juice over Mr Lockwood’s cock and stomach.
They sat back on the tractor seat exhausted.
“Now you’re a man,” Mr Lockwood said, with a smile and a nod as he started the tractor.
A Shipyard Spanking
I had only been working at the shipyards for a month but already I was sick of it. The work was dirty and the hours were long. The only bright spark in the entire workday was my much older colleague Mickey. He was 62 years old, had steely brown eyes, a crooked smile that always made him seem mischievous, and spoke with a rough New Jersey accent. He was a widower and had ended up in the shipyards after being discharged from the navy, though no-one knew why and we were all afraid to ask.
The day everything changed seemed just like any other. We were finishing work on a boat that required some technical modifications. This wasn’t something I was trained for but we were short two men and it fell to me to carry out the work. Unfortunately, I thought I knew better. I didn’t listen to Mickey’s instructions and when he inspected the work he wasn’t happy. In fact, he was enraged.
“What the fuck have you done, Joseph!” Mickey shouted, his thick accent echoing in the giant warehouse.
If it wasn’t for the fact that I was secretly enamored with Mickey I would have been mortified.
“I’m sorry,” I said, and I was but part of me didn’t really care. I was tired of the work and perhaps if I was fired it would be for the best.
“Don’t be sorry. Fix it!” Mickey had turned bright red with rage. His jaw was twitching. His pupils were dilated.
I should have been scared but I was enjoying his attention. I think I wanted to be bad. The rest of the team had gone for the day. It was just myself and Mickey – pacing back and forth in front of me.
“I can fix it,” I said, taking a step toward the control module that needed to be repaired.
He reached out and grabbed my arm. “No. You can’t fix it. That’s the problem. God damn it, when I was in the navy we had discipline and that’s what you need. So you can either take the discipline that I give you, or I tell the manager and today is your last day.”
I had to admit I was tempted to take the easy way out. But I was also intrigued.
“Ok. I’ll take what you give me.”
I smiled, still thinking it was a practical joke in some way.
Mickey just grimaced. “Boy, this will wipe that grin right off your face.”
He pulled me toward his office on the other side of the warehouse. Once inside he sat down on the chair and pulled me over his lap. Before I knew what was happening my ass was in the air.
“This is for your own good. You’ve been needing something to keep you in line. You’re a good boy but by God you’re a handful. There’s only one way to treat boys like you and that’s with a good old-fashioned spanking.”
I was hardly a boy. I was 32 years old, taller than he was, at 5’11, with shoulder length hair I kept tied back. I was in reasonable shape, sometimes I was even called cute. Compared to the other workers though, men in their forties and fifties, I was a boy.
“Face the floor,” he growled.
The first ten smacks were short and sharp. I was wearing jeans so the pain wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be. It was the erection it gave me that was a surprise. It got harder with each blow.
“Stand up,” Mickey ordered. “Jeans down, pants down.”
“What?”
“Do you want a job tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“Well then. Pull them down, boy.”
I felt my cock throb when he said boy. It appealed to something deep inside me that I didn’t know existed.
“Yes, sir.”
My 6 inch cut cock sprung free as I pulled down my underwear. Mickey glanced at it and grunted.
“You’re a horny boy, aren’t you? Now get over my knee.”
I got down over his lap again. This time my hard cock was pushed down against his leg. His rough hands felt warm on my skin. He pulled me closer until I could feel the unmistakable bulge of his hard cock. The next ten spanks that he rained down on my naked ass stung like hell.
“Nice smooth ass,” he said under his breath. “Stand up.”
I stood. This time my ass was on fire. It was bright red.
“Almost done.”
“Huh?” I said.
“We have to take care of that,” he said, pointing to my hard cock. Despite my best efforts it had remained erect.
He pulled off his shirt and unzipped his trousers. He slipped off his underwear revealing a beautiful hard cut cock, about 7 inches in length. He had a small amount of chest hair, and a hairy bush around his cock.
“Take off your shirt and bend over,” Mickey said.
I obeyed and the next thing I felt was another set of ten hard slaps on my ass. Then I felt a finger gently probing between my cheeks. He spat into his hand.
“This might hurt a little but I know you want it.”
I braced myself. His cock was thicker than it looked. It stung as he began to push it in. He paused and then began to pump it, back and forth, until all of it was inside me.
“Let me fuck that little hole, you bad boy.”
Mickey didn’t let up. He drove that bare cock right up my ass, deep hard thrusts until I could barely control the arrival of my own orgasm. He started slapping my ass as he fucked me, each stinging slap alternating with a deep jab of that hard cock.
When Mickey came he almost shouted. His groans so loud I thought he was having a seizure. After he pumped his load into me I shot my hot load in an arc onto the warehouse floor.
Mickey withdrew his dripping cock from my ass. He pulled on his underwear. A wet patch began to appear where his cock was still leaking semen. As he pulled on his trousers he smiled.
“I think someone was finally taught a lesson,” he said, with the grin I knew so well.
“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”
Mickey winked at me. “Oh, it’ll happen again. Only this time I won’t need a reason to slap that ass, or give it a good fucking.” He pointed to the spray of semen on the concrete. “Now, you better clean that up before I spank you again.”
Behind the Dunes
Camping with his family wasn’t something Adam wanted to do, especially now he was in college. But he felt he owed it to his parents to make the effort for his first summer back after freshman year. Except now it was day eight and the boredom had set in. The only activity that roused his interest was taking long walks to the very far end of the beach. It was here that Adam secretly watched the naked men stretch out in the sun. But it was the forest behind the dunes that intrigued him the most. There was something about the rustling of activity that seemed to suggest something exciting was happening, something he knew he wanted to be a part of.
Today the nude section of the beach was deserted. There were no sunbathers sprawled on their towels, bodies glistening in the heat. There was nothing to stop him turning inland and climbing the dunes. He thought he heard voices and the excitement surged, his cock thickened. But when he descended the dune and entered the forest there was nothing – just the call of some distant bird, the horn blast of a train heading north.
He rounded the corner of a narrow path as it veered inland. The path opened out onto sandy clearing. There was a man standing perfectly still in the middle of the clearing. He stood as if caught in the headlights of oncoming traffic. He was about 60, perhaps older. He had dark hair, tinged with gray at the temples. In one hand he held a pair of black shorts, it was difficult to tell if he was taking them off or putting them on. And most importantly, he was completely naked. His chest had a fine collection of hair about the upper torso, a small amount across his stomach, and a prominent bush of hair at the base of what Adam could only describe as a large and very pretty cock. Large balls hung either side of the impressive shaft.
The man cleared his throat. “Afternoon,” he said.
Adam knew he shouldn’t look at the man’s cock but it was the only thing he wanted to look at. He couldn’t stop himself. Adam’s cock grew hard.
“Hi,” Adam managed to say.
“You look a little scared,” the man said. “No need to be. This is the nudist end of the beach. You look like you might have wandered too far.”
“No,” Adam replied. “I meant to come here.”
“You did, huh?” The man said. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses. He took them off as he continued talking. “Well, now you’re here. You should, you know – take off your clothes.”
“Here?” Adam looked around. The man had evidently set up camp for the day. There was an orange towel laid out behind him. Beside the towel was a cooler. Leaning against a tree in the shade was a mountain bike. He must have cycled from the nearby village.
“Where else?” the man replied.
He had a nice smile, Adam thought. He reminded him of his high school physics teacher. The one he had masturbated over during his entire senior year.
“You don’t mind?”
“Not at all,” the man said.
The man’s large cock swung gently from side to side as they spoke. It was difficult for Adam to concentrate as he undressed in the hot sand.
“Did you bring a towel?”
“I didn’t,” Adam replied.
“Come, sit here,” the man said, indicating toward the towel.
Adam took off his clothes and they sat down together.
“You have a beautiful body,” the man said. He had turned toward Adam, his legs open, his large cock flopped forward on the towel.
The man put his hand on Adam’s thigh. Their eyes met. The man leaned forward, moving onto his hands and knees, sliding his hand down into Adam’s crotch. He found Adam’s cock, now hard. He gave it a couple of strokes.
“Great cock. Nice balls, too. I like the hairy chest.”
Adam was proud of the small amount of hair that had grown across his chest and down over his abdominal muscles.
Adam reached for the man’s cock. It was now erect. It seemed huge in his hand. He gently stroked it and the man groaned.
“Fuck, that’s good.”
The man moved forward, pushing Adam onto his back as he hovered over him. He lowered his naked body onto Adam’s. His body was warm from the sun. Their hard cocks crushed together between them. Then the man moved forward, until his cock hovered over Adam’s lips.
“Suck it.”
And Adam did. He sucked it until his jaw ached, until he was almost choking it, until his eyes started to water. He couldn’t get enough.
The man held his head and pistoned his cock deep into the back of his throat. Then he spun around and they sixty-nined. The man wrapped his lips around Adam’s twenty year old cock. The man’s fingers found Adam’s asshole. An index finger roughly probed inside, pushing in and out. Adam groaned.
The man rolled off him, and then knelt in front. “You want that, huh?”
Adam nodded as the man found his asshole again. The man spat onto his fingers, then spat onto the shaft of his cock. His cock must have been close to 8.5 inches long. The head of his cock prodded at Adam’s tight hole. The man rolled Adam back and hooked his legs over his shoulders.
He rocked the head of his cock against his asshole.
“Fuck me,” Adam said, almost delirious with desire.
The man pushed, and pushed, until his shaft was buried deep in Adam’s hole. Adam grimaced but he wanted it. The man held still for a moment. Then he flexed his cock. Adam could feel it pulsing deep inside him.
The man grinned.
“I’m going to fuck you and shoot my load inside.”
He started pumping. Every thrust was a burst of intense pleasure on Adam’s prostate. He plunged into him and then back out again, picking up speed until he was sweating. Great drips of sweat dropped onto Adam’s chest. The man’s balls slammed against his ass.
Every time Adam reached for his cock, eager to race his way to his own climax, the man swatted away his hand. “Not yet,” he said. “I’ll tell you when.”
The man fucked him harder and faster. His thrusts became short, sharp jabs. His cock seemed to grow even harder. It was if Adam could feel every ridge of the man’s long shaft.
“I’m coming,” the man said. Then he bucked and slammed into Adam, allowing the young man to reach for his hard 6 inch circumcised cock and jack himself to a climax.
The man spurted inside the younger man first, draining his balls into the tight hole. Adam started to come, causing the muscles of his tight ass to clamp down on the man’s pulsating cock. Adam shot his load, milky white, across his stomach.
The man withdrew his dripping cock from Adam’s butt. His gaping hole was leaking with copious amounts of semen. Both of them were drenched in sweat.
“What an ass,” the man said.
He slapped Adam’s well-fucked butt as they stood up.
A trickle of semen ran out of Adam’s hole and down his leg. The man scooped it up and fed it to Adam, pushing his fingers inside the young man’s mouth.
“That’s the taste of a nicely fucked boy hole,” the man said, with a grin. “I’m here every day if you want to go another round.”
Before Adam could answer the man was jogging up to the top of the dune. He turned back. His body and large cock framed in silhouette against the glare of the sun.
“You coming for a swim?”
“You bet,” Adam called back.
© A.E. MacCallum 2024