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I don’t think he actually noticed me staring at the outline of his thick cock in his briefs, but I blushed at the possibility as his hand wanderd down, scratching his hairy belly absent mindedly.

“Fuck, these workouts make me so horny, son…ya know what I mean?” he asked. “Your mom just hasn’t been interested in sex at all lately.”

I looked up at his smilng face, handsome and scruffy, and wondered how mom didn’t just swoon when he walked into the bedroom. He’d married her three years ago after my real dad just up and left us a couple years earlier. I was just 16, and very protective of my mom, but I liked Mac from the get go…a real stand up guy…treated mom and me real well.

“A little TMI, dontcha think, Dad?” I chided him, as I tugged off my tshirt and plopped it in my lap to cover my burgeoning cock. I’d only called him Mac when he was dating my mom, but at the wedding where I was his best man, I made a toast to my mom and my new dad, and the hug he gave me afterward, and the mistyness in his eyes made me realize that was who, and what he was to me now.

He got me started working out with him soon after he met mom. I was an awkward 16 year old kid, just coming into my young man body. Now, after years of gym workouts with him and my buddies, I was a strapping young 19 year old man…with muscles in all the right places, a light trail of hair leading into my dirty blond bush, and a respectable seven inch dick that had yet to feel the warmth of anything but my left hand.

I knew I was attracted to guys at a young age, but kept it hidden…dated girls in high school, but never got past second base if you know what I mean. Wrestled my senior year and had to jerk off before practice and every match to keep from popping wood with the guys. I enjoyed the camaraderie of the locker room immensely, the ass slapping and bro hugs…the casual nakedness of showers and the way the guys just strutted around in their singlets. The “faggot” jokes stung though, even though it wasn’t directed at me personally, it got under my skin sometimes, and I took some heat for standing up for a little guy that got bullied in gym class. Coach had my back though and some of my bros too…so I got a reputation for being a stand up guy like Mac.

I watched as his hand drifted south and slid into his briefs, scratching in his bush now…his hand pushing the waistband down and giving me a glimpse of the dark fur. I could feel my dick surge with every little movement of his fingers down there.

“We better hit the showers, little buddy, or your mom will have our heads for being late again,” he reminded me. He’d called me “little buddy” from the day he met me, and even though I was as tall as him now, it just stuck. His hand pushed down deep into his shorts and slid them down his thick, furry thighs. I got up and turned my back to him before quickly shedding my gym shorts and peeling my jock strap down over my meaty ass. I wondered if he checked me out as I bent over and grabbed my towel. I wrapped it around my waist and willed my cock down as we walked to the shower area.

It was his idea for me to live at home and go to State for my first couple of years of college anyway. He said mom would miss me something awful if I went away to school, but the truth was that he would to…and I would miss them. We’d just started to feel like a real family, and it felt right to stay. And the new car they got me as a graduation present just sealed the deal for me. I was only commuting three days a week and taking two courses online now, so Mac and I had a regular workout routine when he got home from work every day.

Mac didn’t wrap a towel around him to walk thru the locker room…just tossed it over his shoulder and strutted confidently…his dick on view for all to see…and I noticed guys looking at him too…subtle glances to outright stares. I wondered if he noticed, or got a charge out of it like I did…guys admiring my dad’s body as he walked naked to and from the shower. Of course, I had a great view of his hairy ass flexing as he walked, which was making it difficult to keep my dick in check.

He stopped suddenly and I ran right into him, inadvertently humping him as I crashed into his backside.

“Fuck! It’s crowded today, buddy,” he warned me as he scoped out the shower stalls. “Looks like they’re all in use right now.” He leaned his elbow on my shoulder casually as we waited. A big bear of a guy stepped out of the last shower stall and said, “It’s all yours, fellas,” as he winked at Mac and started drying off.

“You go ahead, dad…I’ll wait for the next one,” I urged him.

“We don’t have time, little buddy…it’s late and we gotta get a move on. We can share that one…let’s go.”

He practically pushed me down the hall to the last stall…an oversized handicap access shower. He tossed his towel onto the hook on the wall and tore mine off me to do the same. My dick was already chubbed, and the thought of showering with Mac was making it bone up with no hope of hiding it. I faced the shower wall and turned on the cold spigot for a chilling blast of water. I jumped back just as Mac came up behind me and reached for the hot water spigot and gave it a twist. That’s when I felt his stiff, thick cock pressing against my ass.

“Looks like you and me got the same problem, little buddy,” he grinned as he pulled the curtain closed. He spun me around and we were dick to dick under the warm stream of water. He pumped the soap dispenser and started lathering up his chest and belly as I stood motionless before him. He pumped some more soap into his hands again and rubbed them over my chest.

“You ever help out one of your bros before, Jason?” he asked as his hands drifted down my chest and over my abs…and kept going…soaping up my bush and running his hands under my nuts before grabbing the base of my rock hard cock and giving it a slow, hard tug.

“Fuck, little buddy…you got a real nice piece here,” he whispered. He stepped closer and pressed his dick against mine, wrapping his fist around both our dicks now and fucking into his fist. “Looks like we’re about the same size, too.” He soaped up his free hand and started washng my back and ass while he continued to jerk us off. He tugged on my ass to get my hips moving in unison with his…both of us fucking into his fist now.

“Look, son…I know how it is with kids like you…feeling a certain way…afraid to voice it…to be judged.” He tipped my chin up to look him in the eye. “I’m ok with this…with you…I could tell the first day I met you…and I would never judge you…nothing but love for ya, little buddy…always. He leaned in to hug me and I gasped with the first real breath of air since he touched me. I never hugged a guy tighter in my whole life then I did him just then. His forehead was pressed against mine…both of us breathing heavy…a combination of emotional and horny as our cocks continued grinding.

He slid his face along mine, and whispered in my ear. “You can kiss me, if you want to, little buddy.” He didn’t wait for an answer…just slid his free hand behind my head and gently guided my lips to his…a soft, sweet peck on the lips to start…licking my lips until they parted, and welcomed his tongue into my mouth…our spit mingling on our tongues as they wrestled together.

I grunted as my cock spurted thick ropes of cum on him…my moans muffled in his mouth. I shuddered as he pressed me back against the shower wall and dropped to his knees in front of me, kissing my belly and rubbing his face in my bush…then gingerly taking my cock in his mouth and sucking on it…pulling the last drops of cum from me.

He stood and kissed me again. The tang of my cum tasted so familiar in his mouth. He wiped some of my cum from his belly and started stroking his cock again as we kissed, and I could sense he was getting close to blowing a load himself. I don’t know where I got the nerve, but I pushed him away from me…all the way to the other side of the shower…pressed him against the wall…and knelt before him…sitting back on my legs as he stroked his cock…in awe of it. My hands stroked his thighs as I leaned forward to lick the tip of his cock…the sweet taste of his precum was so fucking tasty. He rubbed his dick lewdly across my face…slapping it against my cheek…then pressing it into my lips as they wrapped around the head and licked at the underside.

“Ahhhhh…fuuuuck…little buddy,” he hissed quietly. “I’m gonna cum.”

I don’t know why he pulled out. Maybe he didn’t think it would be right to cum in my mouth, or that I would gag…but he grabbed my shaggy hair and pushed my head back as he spurted his thick cum shots onto my face and neck. It was so hot! I mean physically hot…and viscous…clinging to my face and hanging in long strings from my chin…more cum than I’d ever churned out of my teenage nuts. He hunched over and spasmed as he shuddered to an end…then pulled me up by the hair he’d been grasping, and kissed me.

“I’m sorry, kid,” he said as he pulled away. “I don’t know what came over me.”

He seemed scared suddenly…afraid he’d gone too far. I held a finger to his lips before he could say another word….wiped the cum from my face and stuck two fingers in my mouth for a quick taste…then placed my hand over his mouth. He relaxed instantly, and smiled into the palm of my hand as he licked it. I kissed him and reassured him that I was ok…that this was ok.

We washed and rinsed hurriedly now before shutting off the water and opening the shower curtain to grab our towels. The big bear who’d used the shower before us was still there, leisurely drying his hairy body. He grinned at us and gave us a wink before leaving. Mac and I were both a little chagrined that we had an audience of at least one, but he laughed it off. I started to wrap the towel around my waist but he stopped me…grabbed the towel and tossed it over my shoulder as he’d done with his.

“Wear it proud, little buddy,” he grinned. “Let’s go.”

Story Time on Nifty: “Fuckboy”

The next Story Time Classic to make its Nifty debut is one of my longer pieces, and something of a fan favorite. Ever had a cocky little brother who really needs to be put in place, preferably with your dick? Then “Fuckboy” is for you. Check it out here on Nifty: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/fuckboy

And see it in  its original format, with the pic that inspired it, here on the blog.

Quick note on story posts: I’m heading out on vacation for a couple weeks, and in the interim, the queued story larder will probably run dry sometime next week. Don’t panic – I’ll restock it with fresh stuff very soon.

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Moose and Me

Chapter 1 – First Encounter 

Hey, Coach. Love the blog. Thought I’d share with you a locker room story about my first time ever with another guy. His name was Moose, for reasons you’ll see see. Enjoy. –ofinteresttosome

At my prep school, everyone took two years of PE. Then you were expected to fill your schedule with classes that would get you into an Ivy League school. But the jocks, the real jocks with no hope of admittance to good schools except on athletic scholarships, were allowed to take another two years of PE, during which they trained for their sport, usually football. That’s how it turned out that Moose and a few other older jocks were in last period gym class with the younger guys like me.  Moose was so named because of his broad, hulking physique, which was way over-developed for his age, and covered in blond fur. In his button down, rep tie and khakis — the school’s unofficial uniform — Moose looked the part of a prep-schooler with his sharp haircut and penny loafers. But with his clothes off, changing into or out of his gym gear, he was something else. He was all man, fur-coated, with ropey delts, hard round pecs thickly covered with light blond, curly hair though which two prominent pink nipples were visible. Moose was a lineman on the football team so, in addition to being well-muscled, he carried a little extra weight around the waist. Just a bit of a belly that was also covered in fur.

Moose’s locker was two down from mine on the far end of the locker room. Often it was only the two of us changing in this aisle of lockers. I could only gaze on Moose’s hot, hairy body surreptitiously for fear he’d catch me looking. But when he turned around, I allowed myself to stare. He had thick calves and hamstrings that were dusted with golden hair. His back was a huge, wide V of muscles. And his ass was big and almost perfectly rounded, white as snow, and the only part of him that was smooth and hairless. It shone white against the rest his darker skinned, tanned from shorts-and-no-shirts practices in the hot sun. Moose wasn’t the most academic guy. He wasn’t dumb, but the other guys teased him a bit about it, which he took good-naturedly. He was a jock in a school of scholars. But he earned respect for his physical prowess on the field, and for his manly development, so evident  in the locker room. 

Like I said, our PE class was the last period of the day. Usually the guys showered and dressed quickly, gaining a minute or two on the rest of the school waiting for the bell that signaled afternoon dismissal. Moose was never in a hurry, and therefore neither was I. I always matched my shower and changing rhythm to his so as to get as much time to gaze on his naked or nearly body as possible. One late spring day, just as gym class ended, the coach called Moose into his office. He was in there for quite a time. I stalled as per usual, and was sitting on the bench in front of my locker needlessly unlacing and relacing my gym shoes when I heard the coach’s office down swing open with a screech, and then close with a echoing bang.

When Moose rounded the corner of our row of lockers and saw me, he gave a little start. “Oh, thought everybody’d be gone by now,” he mumbled as he went to his locker and fumbled with the combination lock. “They’re all gone, I think,” I mumbled in answer to him. This was already more conversation than the two of us had ever had; the empty locker room making us both a little less reserved. Moose looked at me and one corner of his mouth turned up in a half-grin, “But you and me always seem to be on the same schedule, don’t we?” Busted! My cheeks blazed red, and I stuttered, “Uhhh, I guess…” and quickly stripped off the rest of my sweaty gym clothes, grabbed my towel and headed to the communal showers. 

The shower room was a large square with a central column with multiple shower heads pointing outwards. individual shower heads lined the walls as well. Out of habit I headed to the corner shower head that was well-hidden from the other showers, and the doorway. I always showered here so I could hide my frequent half-hard-ons by facing the wall. Moose followed me into the shower room, and turned on the water at a shower head not far from mine. This was odd, as Moose usually took one of the central shower heads, unashamedly chatting to the other older guys while washing off his gym sweat. 

He was apparently in the mood to talk. Over the gushing hot water he said, “I got dropped from the team.” I was too shocked to be too nervous about talking to him while we were both buck-naked. “What?!?!?” I said, “but you’re a star-player aren’t you? All state or something?!?” I didn’t keep up too much with the intricacies of team rankings, which was obvious to Moose by my comment. He half-grinned again, and said, “All Star, actually. And the team is the all-state champ. But you got it half right. It’s not that,” he continued, “it’s my grades. School policy says you gotta have a C average to play, and I’ve dropped below that. Coach was telling me about the tutoring sessions I’m gonna have to do to get my average up, and I can’t play til I do.” 

“That sucks,” I said, with as much sympathy as I could muster. He didn’t respond, and we got on with the business of showering. The liquid soap in the dispensers on the wall was never that soapy, but Moose could work up a good head of suds with all that body hair. My dick suddenly realized that I was alone, in an empty locker room, in a more or less private shower room with the guy I beat off to nightly. In about 3 seconds, my dick was as hard as it’s ever been; not half-hard as it might get on an average day in the showers (as some of the other guys did as well, I had noticed.) It was standing straight up, hard as a rock, paralleling my stomach. Being so close to him, I couldn’t hide it from Moose, which only made me more nervous — and my dick harder. 

Moose then said, “It’s so fucking frustrating…” As he said this, he scooped the water back out of his eyes and through his hair and leveled his gaze at me. Instinctually, I looked back at him. He took  in me and my raging hard on with a single look, and broke into a grin. “And it looks like I’m not the only one… felling frustrated, that is.” When he said that, we both looked down at my rock hard cock, and just then, it pulsed, making the cockhead flare out. “Damn!” Moose exclaimed. I’m not that super well hung, but I got nothing to be ashamed of. I couldn’t believe my meat was getting an admiring glance from Moose. It was then I noticed that his dick was thickening. And thickening is just the right word. Like the rest of him, his cock was thick, and usually resting on a set of big, tight balls. But not anymore. It too was starting to stand up. 

Moose crossed the three feet between us in one step, reached out and grabbed my cock. I sucked in a sharp gasp as his hand tightened around my dick. “Fuck, man. That is the hardest dick I’ve ever seen!” And with that, he began to stroke my dick with his soapy mitt, while his other hand reached under his ball sack and began to jostle his nuts and dick. I nearly panicked, and quickly looked to the door. “What about the coach?” I asked. “Relax,” he said. “When he was bitching me out, he said he was gonna have to spend the afternoon lining up tutors for me. He’s stuck in his office, and besides, we’ll hear him if he comes out. Don’t worry,” he said as he smiled down at me, “I know what I’m doing.” 

That comment made my heart race. So, Moose had done this before with other guys. He was into this; something I’d never imagined. I began to pant, and Moose said, “You like me stroking your dick, eh?” I did indeed — it was beyond my wildest dreams. I stared unabashedly down at our dicks. He was jacking me off, slowly, but strongly, while jacking his own dick. It was now fully hard, and his big paw barely fit around it, it was so thick. And longer now that it was hard, but still thicker than it was long. Moose then grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face away from him. He was taller than me by almost a foot. He pulled me back against him, my back rubbed up against his big, round, hairy pecs. I could even feel the hard tips of his nipples press into me. He reached his left arm around my shoulder and chest and pulled me more tightly against him. He reached around with his right hand and grasped my dick. His voice was huskier as he whispered in my ear, “Lemme make you cum, little stud.” I could do nothing but relent. He pumped his hard cock up and down my ass crack as his hand pumped up and down my cock. I couldn’t believe this was happening.  

Moose’s left thumb began to stroke my nipple, which grew harder with the attention. His pumped a little more soap into his hand, and really went to town on my dick. The later flowed down over my nuts and into my crotch before it plopped onto the floor.” ‘Fuckin’ hot,” he breathed into my ear as he pumped my dick. Then, he pulled back slightly, and let his cock slip between my legs. He pumped it back and forth and I felt it between my soapy thighs, and against my asshole, as it banged into the back of my nut sack. That was all it took. With that, I shot hard, and a long, loopy stream of cum gushed up and out of my dick and splatted against the tile wall of the showers. ‘“Yeah!” Moose breathed into my ear, “Fuck, yeah!” I shot two or three more streams of cum into the air, as Moose gripped me tighter against me. I shuddered and shook, and felt like my knees would give way, but his strong embrace held me up. 

“Holy fuck,” he said, “I gotta shoot!” With that, he spun me around, and again grabbed me and pulled my face to him. He panted into my ear, “Suck my tit while I cum!” I’d never imagined such an act, but I didn’t have to. Moose grabbed the back of my head and smashed my face into his left pec. His tits were so hairy, and so round, and his nipple was the size of a pencil eraser, just as pink and just as hard. “Suck it!” he said. And I did. I took his hard hairy nipple into my mouth and began to suck it like a little pig on a sow’s teet. He groaned. “Yeah, harder. Suck it hard, buddy.” I increased my mouth suction. with my face planted on his chest, I could look down and see him pump his rigid dick. His big nuts looked twice their usual size, and they were drawing up tighter against his dick. His fat, now dark purple dickhead flared, and his grunts bounced off the tiles walls. He shot a thick rope of cum, not as far as I did, not up on the wall, but straight out from his dick. It was a thick stream, almost like a garden hose, and the first wad hit the shower room floor with an audible plop. “Fuck, yeah, suck that tit!” he grunted again, as he shot again, and then again, and then once again. So much thick white cum. 

He let out a slow, deep groan as the last drops dripped from his cockhead. He opened his eyes then, and looked at me. I looked back. “Fuck, you hot little stud!” he whispered, and with that, he grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head, and pulled m my face toward his. HIs mouth almost completely covered mine, as he smashed our faces together in my first ever kiss. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and, it felt like, down my throat. I thought he might swallow me whole, and I wouldn’t have minded. He kissed me forcefully for a long minute or two.

His mouth let go of me. I opened my eyes and looked up into his. He had a smirk on his face, and a dreamy, almost sleepy expression in his eyes. “Shit, kid. Who knew you were such a hot, hot little stud!” he teased. I grinned too, even as I still panted. “Gosh, Moose. I had no idea… about anything like this.” “Bullshit!” he said. “You’ve had plenty of ideas. I’ve seen the way you look at my in the locker room.” “Well,” I admitted, “Ideas is all I’ve had. I’ve never actually done anything like this.” “Oh, really,” he said, “never jacked off with a guy before?” I shook my head.” “And never anything else?” he asked. My eyes widened, and I shook my head harder, harder than I meant to. “No, nothing else,” I half-gasped. He laughed softly, “But you’d like to, right, little stud?” he said, and gave me a little wink. “Oh, ummm, yes… Yeah, I would.” 

He reached out to me with both arms and pulled me to him. My head turned, and I rested my cheek on his shoulder, and my lips grazed his neck. “Well, there’s lots of other things we can do, and I can show you how,” he said, again whispering, but now in a deep, low voice, not like the growling and grunting of a few minutes ago. I nodded my head against his chest. “Ok, Moose,” I said, stuttering just a bit, “Yes, Moose. Yes…”

Excellent! Thanks for sharing your experience. Team, head over and follow your teammate ofinteresttosome.  -Coach

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My big bro, Kevin is straight as they come…jock in high school…real ladies man…probably banged every cheerleader he met…twice. But he was cool with me being gay…always had my back, and his friends respected him for it…especially his best buddy, Mike, who let me suck his dick occasionally after Kev had enlisted in the Navy right out of high school.

Kev was stunned when he came home on leave to find out about Mike and I…surprising us when he arrived unannounced, and catching us jerking off together in my room. Mike still liked his pussy porn to get warmed up so it seemed str8 enough to Kev at first…he even decided to join us. I guess the way I was looking at them both made him ask if we’d ever…you know…done more.

I pulled out one of my gay mags and showed him a picture. “We’ve done this,” I teased, pointing to a pic of one guy sucking another. “And we’ve done this,” I added, pointing to two guys 69ing. “And we’re thinking of trying this, too,” I continued, pointing to a dude with his dick poised to penetrate his little buddy’s ass.

“No way,” Kev sighed, shaking his head. “I mean, I can see you being into all that, bro…but not Mikey. I mean…you’re straight…right, buddy?” he asked, looking Mike right in the eye. “You telling me this stuff turns you on?!

“Don’t knock it til you’ve tried it, Kev,” Mike grinned. “Your little bro here is real good at it…I mean, really good! And you know what they say, bud…a hole’s a hole! I bet you’d like it too. Hell, I bet you’d get turned on just watching us,” he added.

“No fuckin way, buddy…uh, uh,” Kevin insisted. “I ain’t no fag…no offense, bro…I just don’t, you know…get turned on by all that.”

“Wanna bet on it, buddy?” Kevin dared him. That was a regular thing with them growing up…always betting and daring each other to do stupid shit. It was sort of a code of honor with them to never refuse a dare, so Mike knew he had Kevin in a bit of a bind. “I’ll bet ya $50 bucks you get turned on just watching your little bro and me.” He spit in his hand and held it out to Kevin to seal the deal.

“You’re on, asshole!” Kevin blustered nervously, spitting in his own hand and shaking Mike’s vigorously. “You two douchebags couldn’t turn on a fuckin light bulb!” he beamed.

“Gimme your belt, Sean,” Mike told me. He tied Kev’s hands behind his back, tugged off his boxers and dropped my gay mag at his knees on the bed. Then he tugged off his own tshirt and joined me on my bed. I was already laying there and chubbing up at the sight of my bro and his best bud…all of us half naked and grinning about what was going to go down.

Mike made the first move, pulling me up to my knees and positioning us sideways so Kev could see us both. He pulled my tshirt off over my head and wrapped me up in a tight hug, pulling my tighty whitey clad butt up against him so our dicks were rubbing together thru our briefs.

“Just follow my lead, ok, Sean?” he whispered to me. Then he did something we’d never done before…never even talked about doing. He grabbed the back of my shaggy hair and pulled my head back, leaned in, pressed his lips to mine, and kissed me…not some polite peck on the lips either…the fucker stuck his tongue halfway down my throat and tongue wrestled with me for a solid minute!

I was rock hard already, and gasped as he pulled away, licking my neck on down to my left nipple and gnawing on it, before working his way over to the other one, and back up my neck for another spit swapping kiss. He pulled away, still clutching my hair and holding my head back. Then the big jock worked up a wad of spit and blasted it into my mouth, diving in after it and slopping it around our tongues passionately. He reached his hand into my briefs, forcing them down as he grasped my hard cock and started stroking me. I did the same, pushing his boxers down over his big jock ass and reaching under his boner to stroke his nuts the way I know he likes.

I shot my big bro a glance. His mouth was gaping open, gasping audibly as he watched his best friend and his little bro kissing and pawing each other just feet away from him. His cock wasn’t hard yet, but he was definitely chubbing up. He glanced down at the porno, then back at us and I’m pretty sure his cock twitched just a little.

“You ready to show your big bro what a good cocksucker you are, little buddy?” Mike smirked. I nodded dumbly as he pushed me down to his tit so I could chew on it like he’d done to me, then shoved my face down to his crotch, rubbing it in his thick bush. I went with it, like he suggested…stuck out my tongue and licked all around the base of his dick and down under his nuts.

Mike sat down on the bed and pulled me up on top of him for a long, sensuous kiss, rubbing my back and prying open my asscheeks as he did, rubbing his fingers over my pucker while I arched my back provocatively. I worked my way back down his body, sucking on his stiff nipples, and licking around his belly button, before grabbing the base of his eight inch dick and licking all around the flared head…dabbing at the piss slit for the sweet pre that bubbled up there. I lifted my tongue away so my bro could see the long trail of spit and pre that hung between my lips and his cock…gave him a wink and dove back down on it, sucking Mike’s big dick greedily to his delighted moans.

Mike looked over and Kev’ straining dick jutting straight out now and dripping with precum. “BUSTED, buddy!” he bellowed. “You’re so fuckin turned on, you can hardly think straight, man!” he teased. He pushed me off his cock and kneeled up on the bed, turning me around as he did, so my horny ass was in his hands. He spread my cheeks lewdly and spit on my twitching hole, then leaned in and lapped it adoringly. “Nom, nom, nom,” he teased loudly as he chewed all around my pucker and jabbed his tongue in and out of me. He looked back over at Kev to get his reaction, then knelt up behind me and rubbed his hard cock in my crevice.

“Whatta ya say, buddy? Should I take yer little bro’s cherry now? Fuck the little bitch and knock him up?

I never saw Kev look so angry, frustrated, and sad all at the same time. His eyes were shooting daggers at his buddy Mike…then he looked at me…and I saw something else…something new…

Desire.

“No…it wouldn’t be right. You win, Mikey. Untie me…now,” he hissed. Mike knew better than to push things any further and he got up immediately, unfastening the belt from his buddy’s wrists. Kev grabbed his pants off the floor and rummaged through the pockets for his wallet. He pulled out a hundred dollar bill and smiled at Mike. “Worth every fuckin penny, buddy,” he grinned. Then they hugged, and to my utter amazment, they kissed…every bit as hungrily and passionately as Mike had kissed me.

They were both laughing as they broke their embrace and looked at me.

“Gotcha, bro!” Kev beamed. “Mike’s been telling me what a hot little fuck you are, and how you been taking care of him from time to time. Who do you think asked him to look after you in the first place, eh little buddy?”

I was floored…and started laughing with them…the nervous fear dissipating from my body as I got up and leaped into my brother’s arms. He caught me up in a bear hug as I buried my face in his neck.

“You big jerks!” I grinned as I reached one arm around Mike’s neck and pulled him into the group hug. “I thought you were gonna kill him for a minute there, bro,” I confessed.

“Well, I was getting a little jealous of him, little buddy…at the thought of him taking your cherry. That’s why we set this up…cuz I wanted it to be me. I want to be your first, Sean…if that’s ok with you, that is.

“YES!” I cried, burying my face in his neck again, trying hard not to well up. “Yes, bro…yes, yes, yes.” I kissed his neck and his cheeks…pressed my lips to his and kissed him for what seemed like forever, my dick growing hard against his belly. “Thank you,” I beamed as he set me down. “And thank you too, Mike,” I added, hugging them both.

They half pushed, half pulled me to my twin bed and bent me over it. Kev knelt behind me, burying his face in my ass and teasing his tongue in and out of my wet hole. Mike got up on the bed, kneeling in front of me, and shoving his flaccid cock into my mouth. I sucked it greedily, spit and precum drooling from my lips and dripping down his thickening shaft. I could hardly breathe between his cock growing harder in my mouth, and Kev’s hot tongue fucking in and out of my ass. I pulled off Mike’s cock, stroking his sloppy dick instead, and looked back over my shoulder at my big bro.

“Fuck me, Kev…I can’t wait to feel you inside me, bro!” I gasped.

He grinned up over my ass and spit on my hole before he stood up behind me and rubbed the head of his cock over my pucker. I could feel his precum smearing around my hole as it stretched to accommodate his fat mushroom head. He teased it halfway in and out, then spit on his hand and lubed his cock with it.

“Try to relax, little buddy…you’re real tight, but I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise,” he assured me. He lined up his cock with my hole again and slowly, but steadily pushed til the head of his cock popped in.

“Oh fuuuuck!” I groaned as Mike leaned over to kiss me and rub my back. Kev pulled out, and just as quickly pushed back in til the sensation started to feel more comforatable. With each penetration, he pushed a little deeper into me, retreating slightly, and pushing in again. It was uncomfortable at first, but not painful as he slowly fucked in and out of my tight ass. Mike distracted me again with his cock, teasing my lips with it til I sucked on just the tip and held onto his thighs. Suddenly Mike pushed all the way in, and I felt his thighs on mine as he pressed his full weight on my back.

“Awww…fuuuck, bro…yessss!” I grunted. He lay there for a minute, not moving, just kissing my neck and ears.

“Feel good, little buddy? You like your big bro’s dick in your ass?” He cooed in my ear. He lifted himself on his arms and began fucking me slowly…with long, slow strokes…all the way out, and all the way back in. I groaned, and spit Mike’s cock out, drooling spit and precum as I moaned.

“Feels so fuckin good, bro.”

Kev pulled out and rolled me onto my back…pulling me to the edge of the mattress and hiking my legs up onto his broad shoulders.

“I want to see your face when I fuck that first load out of you, little buddy,” he said, penetrating me slowly as he groaned. “So fuckin tight, little bro…feels so fuckin good.”

His eyes closed as he picked up the pace, lifting my ass right up off the bed as he fucked me deeply…his heavy nuts slapping against my ass…his sweat dripping down on me like rain. Mike lay his head next to mine and licked around my ear and neck, his hands running over my sweaty chest and caressing my tits. Then he reached down and grasped my cock, slick with sweat and precum. He choked the base of it and teased his fingers under my nuts, feeling for Kev’s cock and rubbing my taint roughly with his fingertips.

“unnnhhh…fuuuuck, bro…I’m gonna cum…unnnhhhhhh!” I groaned. Kev fucked me harder and faster, grunting as he did, and Mike jerked my cock just as fast. I felt the tingling in my ass first, then my nuts, as my cock erupted, spewing thick ropes of cum into the air that fell with loud, heavy splats onto my belly.

“Holy fuck!” Mike exclaimed as he tugged my spurting cock. Suddenly his mouth was on it, sucking my cock and slurping the thick cum as he stroked the shaft. Kev was heaving and slamming his cock into me now.

“Ahhhh…fuuuuck…I’m cummin to, bro,” he growled as he held his cock deep in my guts, spewing his load, his hips spasming against my ass in the throes of an intense orgasm. Mike milked one more big mouthful of cum from me and leaned over my face, smiling frostily as he kissed me, slurping cum around my tongue and licking all around my mouth. Kev leaned down, breathing heavey and joined our kiss, savoring the taste of my creamy bro cum, first from me, then Mike, then both of us as we shared a long, sloppy bro kiss.

Kev stood up and pulled me up with him, hugging me and kissing me again as Mike circled the bed to join us. We licked and slurped and kissed each other as spit and precum dripped from our chins. Mike leaned down to lick my belly, then stood and spit a wad of fresh cum into my mouth before pressing my face to Kev’s to share it.

“Fuckin hottest bros I ever met,” he grinned as we made out in front of him. “I can’t let you pay me for this bet, bro,” he added. “Fuck, I should be paying you for the privilege of being part of this.”

“Deal,” Kev replied, pulling back and pushing me into Mike’s arms. “I think getting a shot at sloppy seconds will be payment enough anyway, don’t you?” he grinned.

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I heard the car pull up, early, like usual on Friday, and hurried out of my room, nearly tripping with my sweat pants around my ankles. He looked a little tired after a long week at work, but he grinned when he looked up from the foyer and saw me standing there, waiting for him, my hard cock jutting through the balcony railing.

“I’ll be up in a minute, son…just want to grab a beer from the fridge. You want one?”

I nodded, admiring the flex of his meaty ass in his dress slacks as he walked into the kitchen, then went back into my room, kicking off my pants and briefs as I went, and wriggling out of my tank top. I sprawled out naked on my back, my horny teen cock sticking straight up.

His footsteps on the stairs made my dick twitch in anticipation. His big, muscular frame filled my bedroom doorway as he stood admiring me with a lecherous grin on his face. He tossed me a can of beer, his grin growing wider as I opened it and the foam bubbled out onto my crotch and pooled in my unruly bush.

“Smart move, kid. You know it won’t go to waste there,” he chuckled, kicking off his shoes and removing his tie.

“Let me help you, sir,” I said, scrambling off the bed and standing before him. His grin got a little wider, and he raised one eyebrow at the term, “sir” but I think it triggered something in his lizard brain as he called it, that sent a little jolt right to the base of his nuts. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my head to his chest, relishing the scent of him as I slowly pulled his tucked in shirt out of slacks. My hands slid up under it, gliding up the soft warm tshirt he always wore. I looked up with a grin that reflected his own as my hand cupped the solid mound of his pec. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, parting them as my tongue found his in an affectionate kiss.

I unbuttoned his shirt slowly, from the bottom up, as that kiss grew a little hungrier, then pulled back when I reached the last button…admiring the tuft of dark fur that peeked over the neckline of his white tshirt. I moved around his back as he stepped into my room, tugged his shirt down over his arms and draped it over my desk chair. I hugged him from behind, my nose buried in his back, relishing the scent of his sweat dampened tshirt…then reached around his waist to unbuckle his belt.

His pants slid low on his hips as I unzipped his pants and reached in to caress the warm bulge that was massed in his Fruit of the Loom briefs. A low growl emanated from his chest when I dropped to my knees and slid his pants down his thick thighs, and peeled his long socks off as he gingerly stepped out of his slacks. His hand slid up under his tshirt, grazing his hairy belly as he swooped it over his head in one swift move and handed it to me. I paused to inhale it before dropping it on the floor with his socks and shoes.

He reached around me with one long arm, pulling me close to his side, my hard cock sliding across his big thigh, leaving a trail of slick pre. His hand rode up my spine, embracing the back of my head as he leaned down to kiss me, the tang of beer on his tongue as it swirled around mine. My hand slid into his briefs and wrapped around his burgeoning dad cock, thick and veiny, drooling pre as I fished it out and stroked it slowly.

“Take em off me, little buddy,” he growled as we broke our kiss. I did, kneeling as I tugged his briefs down his legs and lifted them to my face…licking the damp spot in front as I inhaled the scent of him deeply. He grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed the velvety soft head under my chin and up along my cheek before painting my lips with pre from the leaky piss slit. I licked my lips, then his cock…just under the head…lapping at it like a kitten, before wrapping my lips around it and sucking him into my mouth. I licked and sucked him for minutes as he purred patiently above me, letting me play with his manhood at my leisure.

“You like the taste of daddy’s big cock, little buddy?” he asked lovingly. I looked up and nodded, the head of his cock still in my mouth as I made eye contact and winked my approval. He reached down and pulled me up by the armpits, wrapping me up in a bearhug and kissing me hungrily, savoring the taste of his pre in my spit. He slipped his strong arms under my ass and lifted me easily…placing me on the desk chair, then bending down to suck my cock…taking it to the root, bobbing on it for a minute before suctioning back up to the head to savor the sweet teen pre that spilled into his mouth. He lifted me off the chair as easily as he’d placed me there…held my face in his big paws, and kissed me again…his thick tongue swirling the mix of spit and precum in our mouths.

“Let’s get comfortable, little buddy,” he suggested. “I think I’m in the mood for one of your special massages, tonight.”

“Really?” I gasped. “You mean…”

“Yeah, sport, that’s what I mean,” he replied with a wink. “Go get the lotion from my nightstand, will ya?”

I hurried to his room and grabbed the large pump bottle from his drawer and sped back to my room to find him sprawled out naked, face down, his feet hanging off the end of my dwarfed single bed.

I climbed aboard his thighs and nestled my hard teen cock into the hairy crack of his ass, and set the pump bottle of massage lotion on the bed next to my knee. I pumped a generous dollop into my hands, rubbing them together to warm the lotion like he’d taught me. I leaned over his back and started massaging his shoulders and neck, working my way down his spine, spreading the slick lotion all over his back. I gathered more lotion and scooted down his legs a bit to massage his ass thoroughly, kneading each cheek roughly, running my hands deep into the cleft of his ass and teasing my fingers around his furry hole.

“You ready for the special part of your massage, dad?” I asked hopefully. He looked back over his shoulder with a smirk and replied, “go for it, little buddy.”

I pumped some more lotion and rubbed it all over my chest, belly and thighs. Another squirt of lotion was used to lube my hard dick, and the final squirt was spread into his asscrack. I draped myself over his back and grabbed onto his shoulders, nestled my dick into his asscrack, and started sliding back and forth on top of him…the full weight of me pressing him down into the bed. As I slid up and down his back, my cock slid over his slick pucker, grinding my hips hard as I humped into him. 

I draped my arms over his and nuzzled into his neck, kissing it and licking my way up to his ears. He shuddered and sighed as my tongue explored the contours of his ear and sucked on the lobe. He lifted his ass slightly and my legs slid around his, my knees on either side of his hips. I pressed my hands into his shoulder blades, pushing myself up slightly, raising my cock from the warm bed of his ass until it was pointing straight down into his dark crevice. He reached back and spread his cheeks for me, making it easy for my cock to find it’s way, sinking effortlessly into him, until I lowered myself back down on him.

He grunted as my cock buried itself deep in his ass, and my weight pressed down on him again. I started sliding on his back as I had before with my cock stirring in his chute as I slid. I wasn’t fucking him exactly…just in him, giving him our “special” massage. The fucking would come later, but for now, it was all about our bodies pressed together, my torso rubbing over his back. We did that for almost half an hour, my cock staying rock hard in the warm caress of his ass.

“You ready to finish me off, little buddy,” dad sighed. I didn’t have to reply. There was only one answer. I pushed myself up until my hands were pressed into his lower back and I was straddling his hips. I pulled my cock out of him slowly and lubed it with a little more oil before slapping it onto his ass and pressing it between his cheeks. It slid back into him easily, but he grunted as it bottomed out in his depths. I slid my hips slowly over his, thrusting in and out of him with smooth, easy strokes. He grunted softly each time my cock bottomed out in his depths, his ass clenching and gripping my cock on the backswing. After 30 minutes of essentially edging myself during his massage, it didn’t take long for my load to build up. My thrusts grew faster and deeper…our grunts got louder, more animal-like…my nuts drew up tight and I collapsed onto his back, humping and spewing my load in a raspy groan, grinding my hips into his meaty ass. I laid there on top of him for several minutes with my arms draped over his, our fingers entwined…our breath returning to normal.

“Did you cum, too, sir? I asked as I rolled off and pulled him with me onto our sides, spooning against his back. I reached around him to find his flaccid cock still drooling the remnants of it’s spent load. I milked the last drips onto my fingers and held them to his lips. He sucked them into his mouth and rolled over to face me, wrapping me up in a bear hug as we kissed.

“T-G-I-F, eh, little buddy,” he sighed, hugging me tighter. “How about we order some pizza for dinner…maybe take a swim while we wait for it. Then after we eat, we can get in a little couch time, take it easy, ya know?”

“Anything you want sir…as long as it ends with me massaging your chest next time…and riding that big dad cock of yours.”

Big bro’s little buddy

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“Over compensating for that tiny dick of yours, little buddy?!” my
older brother yelled out as I hopped out of my new truck, grabbing my hoodie
off the seat next to me. I was still sweating from my run back in the city earlier,
but knew I’d want it when the country night turned cooler. Kevin was nearly
naked, filling the doorway of dad’s cabin in just a pair of silkies before
strutting out to greet me, looking like some herculean god.

“Fuck you, bro,” I grinned back at him. “Your ex never
complained about it when I fucked her silly while you were deployed.”

His eyes flashed with anger at the mention of the bitch who broke his heart…cheating
on him with his best friend from college. His hands unconsciously balled up
into tight fists and the veins in his head looked like they were going to
burst.

“Sorry, bro…too soon?” I kidded him, reaching up to grip his
shoulder and squeeze some of the tension out of him. I reached my other hand up
and pulled myself up onto his broad, muscular back, wrapping my legs around his
waist and riding the shelf ass that jutted out over his muscled thighs.

At 5’8", I was used to being called “runt” or
“squirt” or “little buddy” all my life…and I overcompensated by working my
ass off to stay in great physical shape in spite of my paper-pushing desk job.
But dad and Kevin were both 6’6" hulking ex-marines that I literally and
figuratively “looked up to” growing up.

Kevin cracked a smile and grabbed my legs behind the knees, carrying me
effortlessly into dad’s house. Mom had passed away when I was a two, and Kevin
had always looked after me…more like a second dad than a big brother. The
cabin had become a special refuge for the three of us…a place to get away and
just relax.

“You know I luv ya, big guy,” I whispered in his ear before he
dropped me unceremoniously on the sofa. “Sorry if I rubbed salt in an open
wound,” I added, looking up at his hulking frame once again.

“It’s alright, squirt,” he said, grinning once again. “That
bitch is history now. But I’m glad you’re here now, little buddy,” he
added, plopping down on the sofa next to me. He cupped a big paw over the
growing bulge in his silkies and glanced over at me with a smirk and comically
arched eyebrows. “It’s been awhile since…you know…we had us some
brotime.”

I smiled devilishly and rummaged through my hoodie pocket, pulling out a
couple of fat joints I’d rolled before coming over.

“Thought I’d have to loosen you up a little before getting into your
shorts again, big guy. I guess we won’t be needing these?” I asked.

He smiled broadly now and wrapped a bicep around my neck, pulling me
close and kissing my forehead before relaxing his grip on me. “You’re a
fuckin mind reader, Scotty!” He beamed, taking the joints from me and
running them under his nose as he breathed deeply, inhaling the fresh, spicy
scent of them.

“Not in here, though…dad would kill us! Let’s go out in that big ol
rig of yours…just like the old days…alright squirt?” He didn’t wait
for an answer…just stood and offered me his hand, yanking me to my feet and
heading for the door.

“Damn, little buddy…nice ride!” he gushed as we settled into the
front seats. “That accounting gig must pay pretty well.”

“I do alright,” I wheezed, exhaling a cloud of smoke and handing
the joint over to him. He took a deep hit, then choked and coughed it out.

“Pussy!” I teased him with a punch in the arm. “Gimme
that!” I took another hit, held it in, then blew it in his face.

“Remember how we used to do it down by the lake, bro?” I asked him.

“Yeah,” he blushed knowingly. I took another hit off the joint,
then reached my hand around his neck, pulling his ruggedly handsome face to
mine. His lips covered mine, and my cock surged in my shorts as I slowly
exhaled a steady stream of smoke into his mouth. He pulled away slightly as he
held it in, then blew it out at me, his lips puckered invitingly.

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I couldn’t help myself…just had to get at him. I pulled his face to
mine again and pressed my lips to his…slipped my tongue into his mouth…felt
his slip over mine and delve into my mouth…all spit-laced and smokey. I could
feel him relax into my hand as we broke our kiss and he exhaled loudly.

“Fuuuck, Scotty! I missed that more than you know,” he sighed.

“Me too, Kev…missed this, too.” My hand slid up his thick, hairy
thigh and into the leg opening of his silkies, gripping his chubby cock and
giving it a squeeze. He sighed again, and looked dreamily at me through half
closed eyes.

“Whatta ya say we check out the back seat of this rig, little buddy?”
he suggested. We polished off the joint, shot-gunning each other a couple more
times before climbing into the back seat. Kevin stretched out on his back,
leaning against the door, and I clambered on top of him, straddling one thick
thigh and laying my head on his massive chest while he hugged me.

Remember what else we did down at the lake, big guy?“ I asked, looking
up at him adoringly. I slid down his chiseled abs and knelt on the truck floor
between his outstretched thighs. His thick cock was nearly full on hard and
poking out of his silkies, smearing his thigh with a drool of precum. I leaned
down and lapped at the puddling sap, licking his piss slit as his cock rose up
and pushed into my mouth…his hand reaching around my neck as he lifted his ass
off the bench seat, eager to be sucked deeper. His seven inch baby maker was
rock hard and pressing insistently against the back of my throat with each bob
of my head. I pulled off and looked up at my big bro, grinning broadly at the
string of spit and precum that trailed between his cockhead and my lips. He
pulled me up by my armpits until we were face to face, licking the cock slime
off my chin and savoring it as we kissed hungrily.

“How could I forget, little buddy?” he sighed. I nuzzled my head into his
neck and kissed it, enjoying the feel of his arms wrapping around my back in a
tight bro hug. “But as much as I’m enjoying this trucker moment,” he grinned, “I
think we’d enjoy ourselves a lot more on that big couch in front of the
fireplace. Whatta ya say?”

He climbed out of the truck first, and turned his
back to me. “Climb on, runt,” he joked as I threw my arms around his neck and
wrapped my legs around him again. I peered down over his rounded tits at his obscenely
tented silkies and bucked my hard cock into the small of his back. “Giddy up,”
I ordered, reaching back to slap his big marine ass.

He dropped me onto the sofa again, then turned and slipped off his shorts…his
cock sprang up to slap his belly as he leaned down to peel them off over his
feet. I stood as he straightened up, peeling off my shorts and leaning into his
chest for a quick taste of his tit. He shivered as my tongue slathered his
thick, blonde dusted pec and flicked across his stiff nip. I grabbed his thick
cock and stroked it while my teeth grazed his meaty tit and chewed lightly on his
eraser-sized nipple.  Kev let out a low
growl, then pushed me back on the sofa. His thick, brawny blond body was a
total contrast to my smaller leaner, dark haired features. I scooted back
against the cushions to make room for him as he lay down opposite me in a 69
setup…his mouth quickly latching onto my cock and swirling his tongue around
the leaky tip. I did the same to him, and we began sucking each other in
earnest.

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The nice buzz I had on, combined with the heady aroma of his nuts filling my
nostrils, and the salty-sweet taste of his cock in my throat had my head
spinning…not to mention what his deep throating skills were doing to my cock. My
nuts were already drawing up tight with a three day load churning away. Kev was
in the same sweet spot as me…clamping his muscular thighs against my face and grunting
as his load spilled over and flooded my mouth. I did my best to swallow it, but
the fucker was just as pent up as I was, and his spunk spilled  out of my mouth faster than I could take it…dripping
down my chin onto his thigh. I pulled off his cock, milking it with my fist and thrust my hips against his face, pumping my load down his throat. He took
it like a champ, latching tight onto the root of my dick while swallowing my
thick spunk. He sucked me dry while I lapped up his spillover off his thigh,
then he pulled me up on top of him so we could share our bro loads in a long,
sloppy kiss.

“Fuck, Scotty…I love you so much, kid,” he crooned as we broke our kiss.

“Love you too, big guy,” I assured him. “You want to get cleaned up before
dad gets here, or let him find us like this?” I grinned.

“Are you kidding,” he chuckled. “He’d be pissed as hell knowing we started
without him.” Kev stood up and picked me up off the couch, tossing me over his
shoulder like rag doll. I’ll never not mind being his little buddy…not ever!

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He looked a little nervous when I backed him into the corner there. I just smiled and leaned into him before reaching around him and grabbing a banana. I could feel him throwing wood against me, and I was damn sure he could feel mine pressing into his thigh.

“Last night was pretty amazing, eh bro?” I teased, peeling the banana while remaining pressed against him. I sucked about half of it into my mouth, licking it seductively as I pulled it out, and letting my spit drool down over the tip of it. I pressed it against his lips, grinning as he opened them reluctantly and let me fuck it in and out of his mouth.

“Let’s not play any more games, alright little buddy? We both know you’re dying for more of this big bro dick…aren’t ya?”

I took a bite and let it roll around in my mouth before pressing my lips to his and feeding a portion to him. We were both grinning now as we chewed and swallowed it. I put the rest of it down and ran my hand down his smooth, bare chest…felt him shudder and gulp as I made contact with his hard teen cock.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, bro,” I teased, leaning in close and dragging my tongue around and into his ear, then sucking on the lobe. Hearing Mom banging around in the laundry room just down the hall made it that much hotter when I snuck a quick, wet kiss from the hot little fucker.

“Shower…five minutes,” I hissed, turning to leave just as Mom entered the kitchen. “Morning, ma,” I grinned giving her a quick peck on the cheek before turning back to my little bro and quietly blowing him a kiss and heading upstairs to the bathroom. Sure enough, five minutes later, I hear the bathroom door open and close. I was just rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when I felt his arms wrap around me from behind, his hard teen cock pressing up against my nuts from underneath as he pulled me back against his chest and leaned his head against my back.

“You getting sweet on me, little buddy?” I asked, turning to face him, and pressing my lips to his. Fuck, I love kissing the little dude…the way his soft lips open up to my tongue and suck me in…feeling his cock pulse with excitment while we make out…all slippery and wet…the taste of his spit spilling into my mouth. He pulled away and dropped to his knees…the warm water cascading of us both as he sucked my cock slowly…doing his best to take it to the root before gagging. I pulled him up and kissed him hungrily, enjoying the mix of spit and precum that flowed into my mouth from his.

“Makes good lube,” I said, spitting a wad into my hand and stroking my cock.

“It’s still slick with your load,” he grinned, turning to show me his fine young ass…spreading the cheeks for me invitingly. “And we don’t have much time, bro…so what are you waiting for?”

He grabbed the base of my cock and lined me up with his pucker…pushed back aggressively…no longer the nervous virgin.

“Geezus, I’ve created a monster,” I groaned as he pushed his ass back onto my cock in one swift motion…impaling himself on me…and grinding hard against my hips. My hands instinctively grabbed his hips, but I didn’t have to do a thing but try not fall down as he bent over and twerked his ass on my hard cock. It couldn’t have been more than two minutes before he was grunting and stroking his thick load between his legs and gripping my cock tightly between his asscheeks as he came.

“Don’t stop fuckin me, bro,” he grunted, bracing his hands against the shower wall. Now it was my turn to let loose…gripping his hips tightly as I pounded my load deep into his hot ass with long, hard thrusts. I leaned over his back and pulled him up with me, clutching him to my chest as we kissed…my dick receding from his creamy ass in a gush of warm spooge.

I grabbed the soap and started lathering up his sexy, smooth chest and back, letting my hand slide down into the crack of his ass and slipping a soapy finger into him as he moaned into my mouth. We washed up reluctantly and dried each other off just as mom hollered up the stairs that pancakes were ready.

“I don’t know about you, bro,” he grinned. “But I’m fuckin starving!”

“I could go for more cakes, too, little buddy,” I teased, slapping him playfully on the ass. “You head down first and I’ll be there in a few.” I was already looking forward to the taste of maple syrup on his lips when we were done eating.

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I knocked gently on Daniel’s door and pushed it further ajar, letting it creak on the hinges. Another house project to tackle. But that could wait until next weekend, when Danny was back at State.

I felt a little guilty for being so impatient. Selfish even. After all, my son had just blown me a few hours ago, as we watched Sunday NFL. I don’t know if it was a kink of his, but he said he loved treating me like the man of the house, king in my castle. Getting me a frosty can of beer, plopping open the tab and putting it in the koozie for me before kneeling down between my spread legs and pulling down my shorts and going to town on my hardening prick.

I made him work for that one, too. We’d gone at it hard and heavy Saturday night and I knew it was gonna take me a while to come, awesome as my son’s mouth felt bobbing up and down on my cock, practically worshipping his old man. When I did ejaculate though, I felt the earth move beneath me. Every time with Daniel was one for the record books.

Around 3:30 he’d begged off to his room for a nap. Around 4:30, sun fading outside in the shorter autumn hours, I was up at his bedroom, one schmuck of a dad looking for seconds. Danny’s BJs had a way of priming my pump.

One view of my son sprawled face down in his bed reminded me why I’d thrown all scruples out the window a year ago. Youthful perfection, finely sculpted muscle, powerful legs, and a porn star ass. I was so absorbed in admiring his bubble butt, massaging the boner that i’d been nursing in my shorts the last half hour, debating whether to disturb my son, that it took me a second to notice he was absorbed in a book.

“Hey Dad,” he said softly, his teen voice become deeper and more manly by the day. “Sorry I meant to come back down but I was reading for my big Lit exam this week. I’d rather be watching football, trust me.”

His eyes widened as he watched me shuck my shorts, letting my fat, steely dad erection free and standing straight up.

“Your daddy’s horny again,” I said, maybe stating the obvious.

I heard a sigh of excitement as Daniel tossed the book aside and reached over to the bedside table, where he flipped the cap open on a large size bottle of lube. Even though we usually fucked in my bed, we’d been known to screw in his childhood bedroom for the excitement of it.

He watched with a lusty leer as I greased up my oversized pole, letting the dripping slick sound of the lubricant fill the silence in the room. And I crawled on the bed, my heavy muscular body, adding to the load of a mattress that probably needed replacing. Another weekend project, I thought.

I wondered if Daniel was gonna roll over onto his back. He always preferred missionary and that’s usually how we did it. Face to face, father to son, able to kiss as we fucked. That was amazing, but sometimes I loved mounting him doggie or just face down. But he stayed prostrate as I crawled my body on top of his, kissing his back and neck, and letting my lube-y cock make a slick trench of the crack of his ass.

“You gonna let me, Danny?” I asked, thrusting my meat in my son’s deep, perfect asscrack. “Gonna let Daddy fuck take you like this?”

“Yeah Dad,” Daniel replied, hiking his muscular buns against my crotch with small but insistent motions. “Sunday’s your day, sir. Man of the house. Your day off, you get what you want.”

“Oh fuck,” I growled. I placed my angry cockhead against his now loosened pucker. I didn’t rush it but it took us only a couple of seconds for us to start fucking. Danny opened up and I entered.

“Fuck me, Dad,” Daniel growled. His voice definitely a full-on man’s now. “Your big dad cock’s gonna fuck me off, sir.”

I was beyond words now. My hips were a flurry of motion, pounding with all my strength into my boy. I knew Daniel liked getting fucked but this was the most receptive he’d been in this position, and I took full advantage, holding nothing back. Just full speed, dad-on-son fucking.

“Christ!” I finally choked in exclamation as my seed shoot good and heavy up deep inside Danny. About five seconds after I fucked the cum out of my 20 year old.

We both lay still for a few minutes after orgasm, and I was concerned my weight was too heavy on top of Daniel. I finally rolled off and my son snaked his upper body over to meet me in a heavy, tongue-forward kiss. It’s funny, with sex I was always top dog, but my son liked to take the lead in kissing, and it was usually me sucking on his flirty, teasing tongue thrust into my mouth.

“That gonna last you to bed time, Dad?” Daniel said, running his fingers through my chest hair.

“Ha, we’ll see,” I laughed. “You’re too good to me Danny.” Then I looked over at the clock. After 5. “What time you gotta go back?”

Daniel’s hand caressed my spent cock, which was still erect amazingly. It was very sensitive but I also relished the feel of his fingers sizing me up and caressing my meat. “I can go back tomorrow morning. I don’t have class till tomorrow night.” I could tell he was weighing something over in his mind, and I thought we were gonna have one of our father-son heart to hearts. You know, talk about what was going on emotionally, or maybe Danny would tell me he wanted to stop what we were doing.

Only my son was weighing something baser in his mind. He pulled up my cock, almost playfully, watching the hardon stand up from my crotch. Then he hoisted himself up and straddled his left leg over my waist. Was he gonna?

Yep. I watched the look of serene satisfaction sweep across his face as he sank back down on my bone, getting his father back inside him. His own young dick rock hard and ready for more.

“You belong in me, Dad,” he said unashamed.

“We make one hell of a team, Sport,” I admitted, relishing the warmth and the spermy wetness of my son’s ass against my dick. My buddies and I had always joked about liking sloppy seconds, but I had to say the sloppiness was a hell of a lot better when you’re the one responsible for it.

I thought we were just gonna lie there, still, enjoying the reconnection. But Daniel started lifting himself up and dropping himself down on my cock, in gentle regular motions. Fucking himself on me. And soon I was doing the thrusting. Going at it again. Going nowhere fast with this but knowing we were doing it again.