drakestories:

guygear:

Pucker up!

I’m bi, but Carl was definitely drawing out my love of dude-on-dude sex. We’d been working together on the Canfield account, had been making dozens of trip out to the Midwest trying to figure out this conversion, and by now had a great rapport. Almost big bro/little bro. Or fraternity brothers.

It didn’t matter that the guy was an out-and-proud gay guy and my existence was settled and suburban. If anything, it broke the ice. I can be a little HR-inappropriate in my talk sometimes, and seeing my coworker get saucy in his comments about one bartender during one of our first trips together made me know I could get along just fine.

It was strictly professional between us. At first. But a couple of drinks and sharing stories while on the road had my thoughts wondering what it would be like. And one evening, as we were each heading to our rooms after a long day, I gave Carl a hug good night. Not what two dudes would normally do, but he was on the same wavelength and gripped me in a tight hug, not eager to let go.

It came naturally, our mouths meeting. Making out in the goddamned Marriott hallway. Me fumbling with my key card and pulling us into my room. Carl groping my hard crotch and fumbling with my zipper. I was in a dry spell between girlfriends and mother of Christ Carl’s blowjob felt good. Amazing, even. It didn’t take me long to blow, and I then knelt down to return the favor. I’m not skilled or practiced but I did my best before Carl pulled out and jerked his load.

“Fuck that’s hot,” he sighed appreciatively. “Thanks.”

It was hot. It was even hotter the next night when we took our time for a longer session, me finally tapping my co-worker’s ass. Tight and accommodating, it made me wonder why it had been so long since I’d boned a guy. The fact I made him spew a major load on his perfect toned torso was a plus.

So we settled into a groove. Not dating, but something regular. It was only when we traveled together, since I think Carl was wary of getting involved with an unavailable man. But the sex was scorching. And the bonding we had felt like it went beyond the sex.

Like last night, we talked about our relationship history and how we each worried we were fucking things up for our selves. I couldn’t talk this way with a women friend or even the guy friends I had.

And when we got back to the room it was raw and animalistic. Carl lying down on his stomach while I crawled on top and pounded him. For the first time we slept together, all night, in the same bed.

The way the shower was running this morning, I had the sense that Carl was prepping himself again, getting ready for more anal. The idea had my morning bone throbbing. But he didn’t give any sign of wanting sex when he came out, a towel wrapped around his waist. “All yours, Matt,” he said. Maybe dude just likes a long shower.

I had to admit the warm water felt great and was the perfect way to wake up.

When I got out, Carl was perched on the folding hotel luggage rack, leaning back against the wall and wearing a T-shirt and ball cap but nothing from the waist down. “I remember you said you love a shaved pussy,” he growled and lifted his legs. He’d shaved down, his balls, his perineum, his crack and his hole. That hole was a nice perfect pucker, with just a little looseness that I’d fucked into it last night.

I gave a growl of my own and dropped my towel as I got down to the floor in ass eating position. “Fuck yeah, bro,” were my last words before my tongue started licking and swirling around that hot hole.

Story: The Rut Part 5, Sunday Stu

boymercuryx:

This concludes my mpreg series, The Rut, dedicated to @a4f101 aka @underthemattressblog.

Excerpt from The Rut, Part 5: Sunday Stu

After his first hour in the gym he stopped to take a visual inventory in the mirrored wall, running through his builder poses. He wore just a jockstrap, the most comfortable thing ever invented for a knocked up jock, even though his Stag sized cock required a bigger pouch. He started with front double biceps, front lat spread and side chest. He’d built up so much from his swim team days, the Rut giving him the best chest gainz ever. He was about to shift into back double biceps when his nose caught a distinct smell.

Pickles.

He dropped his pose and started sniffing around. Pickles were the the one craving he developed since getting knocked up. There was only one thing better than pickles, he thought, and that was pickles with…

Shhhhhhhhhkchhhhhhhhh – the sound of whipped cream spray.

Stu looked around eagerly for the source of his favorite sound. It was only since getting knocked up that he care about pickles or whipped cream. But fuck, he could not get enough.

“Hey Stu,” called Jamie from the stairwell. Beside him was Chad, Forrest and Abe, each on just a jockstrap under their pregnant bellies, and each with a dripping pickle. Abe also wore an oversized football jersey. His jock was dropping pickle juice, and he held the gallon jar hoisted on a shoulder.

“Hey Stu buddy,” said Abe in his gravelly voice, “want somma this?”

“Mmmm,” groaned Stu, nodding yes as he watched the juice drip from Abe’s
saturated jock.

“Sunday Stu rules,” said Chad. “Stag Buck gets all the pickles he can eat. We get tits, ass, cock, whatever – but don’t let the Stag cum till last.”

Chad looked around and everyone nodded yes.

“What’re we waiting for?” thundered Abe. “Let’s fuck!”

Read The Rut on Nifty: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/the-rut/

I love this so much, and I’m proud as hell to have been involved in its gestation, but damn do I hate to see this end. Bravo, Merc. It’s a masterpiece.

drakestories:

underthemattressblog:

Texts from your Dad

I knew he wouldn’t be up, and in general I followed a no-texting policy before 10AM with my son. But I’d woken up horny, my third day of business travel, and as I toweled off from my shower, I was feeling particularly good about my body.

Jason was one of the major reasons that at 49 I was in the best shape in years and happier in my middle-aged body than I thought possible. He pushed me, inspired me, and motivated me. I’d trimmed down and put some tone back in my muscle. This morning in fact I’d taken advantage of the West Coast time to get a good solid workout in before sunrise.

So, as I ran my hand over my smooth pumped muscle, I couldn’t resist it. I dropped my towel and set up my phone camera on timer to take a picture of my backside. Jase and I used a messaging app, with fake names as a precaution. We had to be careful not putting our faces in the pictures but it seemed we were getting more explicit and more taboo in our texts. Unfortunately I’d have to wait for my son’s horny thoughts. I added my picture and pressed send. He’d get it in an hour or two when he finally roused for his statistics class.

Only I’d barely slipped on some boxer briefs and pulled a dress shirt off the hangar when I heard the ding. I stood, erect in my underwear as I texted back and forth with my son.

JASON: Wow, Dad. Awesome way to wake up.

ME: Sorry little buddy. I should have waited.

JASON: It’s great. Only I’m gonna have to take care of this boner before class.

ME: I bet my boy knows how to stroke one out.

JASON: Ha ha. Yeah. Only I wanted to save it up for when u get back.

ME: I bet those son nuts can recharge in a moments notice. You’re 19.

JASON: Remember how much I shot in you after your last trip?

Fuck, I was getting turned on. I slipped my briefs back off but didn’t dare touch my cock. I had about 10 minutes to play with before I really had to get ready for my meeting.

ME: God yeah. Four days worth?

JASON: Yep. You like getting your dad hole pumped with a nice sloppy assload of son seed, dont ya Dad?

ME: Fuck, son.

JASON: You look so hot this morning I wish I could do that now. Bend you right over and go to town.

then…

JASON: Fuck, you shaved.

I was wondering how long it would take him to notice.

ME: Yes I went smooth. Laser removal. A birthday present for you.

Jason’s birthday was coming up that weekend.

The next message I got was a picture of his belly. He was still a lithe young man but he’d been hitting the gym hard at college and getting a bigger build. I got a magnificent view of his torso, powerful chest and all, with his cock hard and dripping and his fresh load all over his abs.

JASON: I couldn’t hold off.

JASON: You gonna come this morning Dad?

I wanted to. Wanted to bad. But I picked up my briefs and slid back into them. I could bear the sweet torture for another 24 hours.

I picked my phone back up.

ME: Nah. Daddy’s gonna have a major load for you to fuck out of him tomorrow.

JASON: Awesome. Miss you Dad.

ME: Miss you too son.

drakestories:

I looked down the dock and could see my future. Two generations of Johnsons hoisting themselves out of the lake water from their morning skinny dip, their middle aged and mature bodies a reflection of one another. My grandfather David, his gray hair balding at 62, with the broader shoulders and more powerful back still built from his years doing manual labor. My Dad Steve, his fuller but thinning hair still more salt than pepper, stood beside him, the rippled backside and perfect dimpled Dad ass I’d grown to love on display. These were the bodies I would have when I get older.

It gave me a thrill to observe them from a distance, each of my steps down a careful quiet trod. Dad and Gramps loved their morning time together and the solitude of the lake. I admit I fucking hated in the middle of nowhere when I was younger and if it weren’t for these men I’d get bored.

As I got to the first wooden plank, Dad turned his head and saw me. “Well hey there sleepyhead. Decided to join the rest of the world?”

I laughed. “Fuck you, it’s only 9:30. Besides, you guys wore me out last night.”

Grandad turned around, his lightly furry front looking magnificent front looking magnificent in the morning light. “Hey Sport, hope you slept OK. Don’t let your dad bust your balls. This is my place and you sleep in as long as you like.”

“Thanks Grandad,” I said, stepping up to join them. I gave Gramps a quick peck, then my dad as Gramps placed his arm affectionately around my shoulder. It felt awesome to be out here, nude and unworried.

“At least someone’s up,” Dad said, as he nodded down to my crotch and ran his finger over my morning wood. I may be a night owl but my cock always rages erect in the morning. “I thought we drained this puppy last night.”

My horny thoughts went back to our fuck session. It seemed like each night with the Johnson men got hotter. But when Dad swore off another go at anal and both he and Gramps got down and sucked my cock together was pretty wild. “Ha, guess I got the Johnson genes.”

“This one’s on you, Sport,” Grandad said. “Neither me or your daddy had that kind of stamina, even at 19.”

I grinned, proud as hell. I looked up to these men, each in their own way. It’s what drove me to hit the gym hard this last year, trying to get a man’s body to match these perfect men. Not that either seemed to want anything other than my lean, young body. Gramps in particular seemed to love running his hands all over my torso while I rode his thick cock.

Then Grandad turned to Dad. “It looks like your boy needs some relief, Steve.”

“Yessir,” my dad grinned and got down in a crouching position. I didn’t need an official invitation. I stepped up and placed my rigid prick in his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I growled. Dad’s blowjob are really fucking good, and it was still a trip that he was the one to give them to me.

As Dad blew me, Gramps stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my body playfully, looking over my shoulder at the incestuous act. “Attaboy, Sport,” he growled, his deep voice sounding even deeper in the morning. “Not gonna take you long to fill your daddy’s mouth is it.”

I could feel Gramps cock firming up against the small of my back. Not growing completely hard but getting heavy and full. “Yes, sir,” I grunted, trying to keep from coming quickly. I was winning the battle for now.

“Maybe this can take the edge off and you and I can have a nice one-on-one session later.” Gramps’ hand cupped my firm ass and his fingers dug into my cleft, searching for my hole. That’s how it was. I fucked Dad, but Gramps fucked both of us. It felt like a natural pecking order.

“You raised a hot cocksucker, Grandad,” I moaned, the nasty talk getting a rise out of my grandfather and making Dad suck with even more intensity.

“And a nice piece of ass too, huh?” His dick was definitely popping firm against me now as his finger dug in against the defenses of my hole.

I grunted. “Oh fuck yeah. I bet my loads are still in him this morning.”

“Maybe some,” Grandad said. “I slurped most of that seed out this morning. You got some tasty sperm, Sport.”

The idea was so nasty it was pushing me to the finish line. My breaths started getting shorter and the pleasures of Dad’s mouth more intense. All of a sudden, I felt the intrusion of Grandad’s cock inside me. My pucker was dry but my insides were moist with the remnants of his jizz and the lubrication helped him slide into me.

I came, like crazy. Dad choked on my wad as I shouted in a deep rumbling orgasm. First one of the day is always great.

“Oh, yeah, stud,” Gramps encouraged as he patted my abs. “That’s a Johnson load if I’ve seen one.” He extracted his cock, not eager to nut just now, but standing hands on his hips, prick rigid and coated with his own seed as Dad leaned over at took him in his mouth.

gotlubebro:

I had just gotten out of the pool early Friday evening after a long, hard week at work, and was sitting on the chaise air-drying and scoping out some porn while the wife was away at her mom’s. I’d stripped off my swimsuit and wrapped a towel loosely around my waist when I heard the distinctive skype tone on my ipad.

“Hitting the gym hard this summer, coach…check it out!” he boasted as we skyped. “Just wanted to let you know I was killin it,” he grinned as he pulled his shirt aside to show me his progress.

I’d been his high school wrestling coach throughout his years there, and yeah, my son was getting a lot of definition…everywhere. But my focus kept coming back to his tits. I scratched at my own tit absentmindedly as I watched him, and I was glad he couldn’t see the obscene tent in his ol man’s towel right now. But what the fuck, I thought…since he’s showing off anyway…

“How bout your leg work, son? You’re not neglecting the squats, are you?”

“No sir! Check this out,” he added, tilting his phone down and extending his left leg in a flex.

“Hard to see with those baggy shorts on, son,” I suggested.

He pulled up one leg, then the other before turning, somewhat bashfully to remove his basketball shorts. He was only wearing a jockstrap under them, so it gave me a nice flash of his thick glutes as he bent over to step out of them. He turned so his side was facing the camera now, and flexed once again.

“Whatta ya think, coach?” he asked, expectantly, flexing his thick, rippled quads.

“Lookin like a real stud, son,” I gushed, a little too enthusiastically. “Face forward so I can see both legs.”

“Ummm…ok,” he sighed, as he turned somewhat hesitantly and posed for me. It was hard not to notice the reason for his hesitance. The kid’s jock was bulging obviously, and I was pretty sure he was as turned on posing for me as I was watching him. Then I realized how nearly naked I was, and the view of his ol man’s damp, hairy pecs he was getting was maybe part of the reason. I scratched at my tit again, giving the nipple a little finger roll for added effect, and told him to show me his calves.

He turned his back to me again and took a step forward, looking back over his shoulder as he flexed to see that I was getting a good view of his ass and legs. I couldn’t help myself…my hand drifted down my belly and unknotted the towel, pushing it open as I reached for my hard cock and gave it a couple of tugs.

He turned back toward his phone and stepped closer, and as he did, his boner popped out the side of his jock as he scrambled to cover it up and try to stuff it back in the pouch. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his embarassment.

“Hah, hah…guess you saw that, eh sir?” he blushed. “You know how it is after a good workout, coach…gets the blood flowing and all.”

“Nothing to be embarassed about, son,” I assured him. “Just like yer ol man after a good swim,” I added, putting the ipad at arms length so he could get the bigger picture of me on the chaise…wet, naked, and stroking my thick, leaky cock. I watched as he leaned in close to admire it in disbelief.

“FUUUUUCKKKK!” he gushed, looking around nervously like somehow, somebody might see him ogling his ol man’s dick on skype. I just grinned and kept on stroking it luxuriously…the copious precum acting as lube and making my veiny cock shine like a well-oiled machine.

“You mind if I join you, coach?” he asked, not waiting for an answer before pulling his jock down under his nuts. The sonofabitch was every bit as leaky as his ol man, too…slicking his equally impressive pole with one hand while the other hand tore his shirt off over his head. Like mine, his free hand was stroking his tits now…working the stiff nipples just the way I like to also. I heard him moan and noticed his nuts tightening up quickly…getting close to cumming for sure.

“Fuck, son…wish you were here right now,” I confessed…”been a long, long time since yer ol man has taken a load up the ass!”

That pushed him over the edge, and he took one step closer to his phone as thick ropes of cum blasted from his cock, grunting hoarsely as he came. The combination of sights and sounds made me choke my own dick as I unloaded spurt after spurt of thick, creamy jizz onto my hairy belly. My ipad slid off my thigh where I’d balanced it, down between my legs.

“You alright, dad?” he joked as I recovered it. “I’d hate to think I gave ya a heart attack just now!”

“Never been better, son,” I sighed. “I needed that more than I care to admit, now that your mom’s been away for awhile.”

“You know,” he offered. “It’s only an hour drive home from State, sir. I could be home before dark to keep you company for the weekend…if you like?”

I smiled, thinking I sure had raised the kid right. “Drive carefully, son…but hurry!”


NOTE: Inspired to try my hand at something a little longer here. Hope you bros like it. Let me know what you think.

gotlubebro:

“Watch your step, bro,” he cautioned, lifting the barbed wire for me. I stumbled ducking under it, and instinctively reached out to catch myself. my hand catching his side as I regained my balance.

“Sorry, man…didn’t mean to grab you like that..ha ha.”

“It’s all right, bro,” he smiled. “I like it when you touch me.”

“Wait…wha?…whadd you mean…are you…?”

“Gay? Maybe…maybe bi. I mean, girls are ok…but I sorta like you too, bro,” he added quietly…eyeing me nervously. I looked back at him as we continued on to the swimming hole…his handsome, lean body suddenly seen in a new light…his sparkling blue eyes searching mine for a hint of how I would respond to this revelation.

“That’s cool, I guess,” I replied awkwardly, looking down at my feet now. “I mean…you’re my best friend…have been since 3rd grade, man. That’s never gonna change.” I could feel my cheeks blushing, like when Susie’s friend Jessica told me that Susie thought I was cute, back in 8th grade.

I looked back up at his face…into those blue eyes…and I smiled. His long sigh, and the look of relief on his suddenly serious face, told me how hard that had been for him. I turned to start walking again…when I felt his hand grab mine, and turn me back toward him. He hugged me…really tight…and really long…his breaths fast and shallow at first…then calmer as he found his voice again.

“Thanks, bro…thanks a lot,” he whispered into my shoulder…his head leaning against mine. “That means a lot to me.” I patted his back…then rubbed it softly as the hug continued. His warm chest heaved against mine…his heart beating a mile a minute…mine, too. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it…the feel of him against me. It was electric.

“Can I…can I kiss you?” he asked nervously…still clutching me tightly. I didn’t answer him…couldn’t if I wanted to…my heart was so full at that moment…more excited than scared. I’d kissed exactly two girls up to that point…but this was different. My best friend Colin had told me he liked me. But as his face slid  along mine, and his nose rubbed alongside mine, I knew our friendship would never be the same again. His lips brushed softly against my cheek…pursing,  and making soft kissy sounds as he moved closer to my lips and pursed again.

I guess I kissed him back…I don’t really remember that first soft peck. but then his hands were on my face, and his tongue was licking at my lips…and sliding into my mouth. I moaned softly…my mouth opening as his tongue entered my mouth…flicking sweetly against my own. I pulled him tightly to me, relieved to feel his hard cock bulging against my own stiffy…growing more excited now. It was the sweetest kiss…something he probably dreamed about for a long time…and I was surprised when he broke it off.

“Wow! Just…wow!” he grinned. “That was…amazing!” I just smiled back…still to stunned at the turn of events to even respond. “C’mon!” he gushed as he grabbed my hand and started tugging me along…racing now toward the swimming hole. He slowed as we neared the crop of trees that shaded it…to the spot where we…oh my god…where we took off our clothes before we swam…naked usually.

His head turned in every direction, looking to see if we were alone. It was rare that anyone but his big brother ever came out here, but I appreciated his caution. When he was convinced the coast was clear, he kicked off his sneakers and started to take off his jeans. He paused after unzipping them and looked at me as I just stood there and watched him…then he slowly pushed them down his hips and put one hand on my shoulder…just like he always did, as he stood on one foot to tug them off.

“Well?” he said, standing in front of me in his baggy boxer shorts…his hard cock tenting the front of them. We’d jacked off to his big brother’s porn mags before, so I’d seen him “excited” before. But there were no magazines here now. This time he was excited to be with me.

I kicked off my shoes and tugged off my jeans too…my boxers equally baggy, and equally tented. Colin reached his hand out to me and I took it…moving alongside of him til we were side by side. He released my hand and put his arm around my shoulder. His free hand slid across my chest and caressed my stiff nipples, giving me goosebumps up and down my spine, and making my dick jump in my shorts. I watched as his hand slid down my belly and into the waistband of my shorts, tickling my pubes, and pushing down my shorts until my hard dick sprung up and landed in the palm of his hand.

I couldn’t stifle the groan that rose in my throat as he started stroking me…slowly and deliberately…looking up at me and leaning in to kiss me again. He pulled my hand to the bulge in his shorts, as if to say, “it’s ok, bro.” I reached in the open fly and ran my fingers along the underside of his hot, hard dick. He kissed me even harder as I gripped his shaft and pulled my hand up to the head of his cock, surprised to find it slick with precum already.

He tugged at his own shorts, pushing them down to his ankles, then hugged me to his chest…our cocks grinding into each other’s hips. He kissed my cheek again, then my neck, and my chest, and my belly button. I shivered with anticipation as he clutched my cock in his hand and licked the pearl of precum that had leaked from the tip.

“Aw, fuuuck, Colin!” I gasped as he engulfed my cock and swirled his tongue around the head, sucking loudly and sloppily, spit and precum dripping down his chin as he gave me his first blowjob…and mine too. It didn’t last long though, I mean, a guy can only take so much, and I hadn’t even jerked off this morning like I usually do. I tried to warn him…to tell him I was gonna cum…but it happened so fast, and before I could hardly even say, “bro,” I was blasting a thick teen load into my best bud’s mouth.

He was a trooper though…kept sucking and swallowing til it spilled out the sides of his mouth…trying to hold back my thighs so I wouldn’t ram my cock into the back of his throat. He looked up at me, just beaming…his face frosted with cum and spit as he licked the tip of my cock and milked one more drip of cum into his mouth. He looked like the happiest fucking dude in the world, and I couldn’t help but smile back at him. I pulled him up and hugged him tight again, leaning my forehead against his. He gave me a little peck on the lips, and said, “thanks, bro.”

I wiped my hand over his face and mouth, cleaning some of the sticky off before kissing him back. I looked at my hand, then down at his hard cock, poking my belly, and got a big grin on my face as I reached for it, coating his shaft with the slippery mix of cum and spit, and stroking his dick. He groaned and leaned in to kiss me again…not a peck like before, but a mouth-mashing tongue delving tasty kiss. Fuck it was hot!

His arms wrapped tight around me and his hips were pistoning, fucking his cock into my fist as we kissed. We were sweating profusely in the hot afternoon sun as he humped away. I let go of his cock and grabbed his ass, pulling him to me and feeling his cock slide up against my belly now as my hands dug into his asscheeks. My own cock was getting hard again and poking between his thighs as we ground together and made out. I felt his grunts in my mouth as he came, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum between us, coating our bellies with his hot load.

We finally broke our kiss and gasped for air, still clutching one another. My hard cock was dripping pre again, and I ran a finger under it to catch the drip, bringing it to his lips and painting them with my sweet pre.

“You got me all worked up again, buddy,” I grinned. “Fuckin want to cum again!”

“Oh yeah?” he smiled back, licking his lips and savoring the sweetness. He swiped his hand across my belly…then his, gathering the sweat and cum that was coating us. He spun me around unexpectedly and pulled my back to his chest, nestling his flaccid cock into my ass and choking my cock with his cum lubed hand. He stroked me quickly, all the while kissing my neck and rubbing my belly and chest with his free hand, paying special attention to my stiff nipples.

“Geezus, bro…ahhhh…fuuuck…I’m gonna cum,” I gasped as he stroked me even faster. I felt my nuts draw up tight as I spurted a long rope of cum as high as my head. I leaned back hard on Colin as my legs buckled and we collapsed to the ground, him catching me and laughing as we rolled together in the grass.

“Fuck, you cum a lot, bro,” he grinned as he looked at his hand, dripping with the remnants of my load. “And it’s fuckin tasty,” he added, lashing his tongue across the palm of his hand…then swiping it across my lips. We swirled it back and forth between us and licked his fingers clean before he finally helped me up and we waded, hand in hand, into the cool, clean water.

“Gonna be an awesome summer, bro,” he said, giving my hand a squeeze…”just fuckin awesome!”

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