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·Jake comes over - part 1

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The next few days went quietly. I had messaged out to the group a few times to see if anyone wanted to hang out or game, but Ricky was still on the late shift at the cafe, so I wasn't going to see him until the next night. Jake hadn't responded, I assumed hanging out with his friends from swimming.

It looked like I had a night to myself. I jumped on the sofa and threw on the latest season of 'Vox Machina'. I had always wanted to try DnD, but I didn't really have enough nerdy friends to get a group together, so watching was as close as I could get for the moment.

I was enjoying it, but my mind kept wandering back to Peter and Micky from the gym. It had been a day ago and I was due to go back tomorrow. I wasn't sure how I could face them without blushing. I felt myself grow hard thinking about it, absent mindedly rubbing myself through my boxers.

There was no doubt that the two of them were hot. I was still a little in awe at the monster that Peter was under his shorts as well, and the way that he had made Micky moan. My rubs turned into a slow stroke, as I heard Micky again behind the shower curtain.

But that wasn't really what turned me on about it all. It was the kissing. The two of them, lips pressed, smiling and laughing, not just thinking about their dicks. I kicked my boxers off so they were lying around my ankles, continuing my wank nude on the sofa, the images of them running through my head.

I heard a noise downstairs. I was pretty sure it was the front door. 'Fuck' I thought, realising I hadn't locked it. My mum had always yelled at me for that. I pulled up my boxers, looking down at the obvious tent, unsure if I should look for a weapon or something to cover myself.

I heard footsteps creeping up the stairs. My door knob start to turn. I braced. Myself behind the door ready to pounce. The door opened. It was Jake. I had realised too late.

My foot lashed out like a whip, striking him in the stomach. He doubled over. 'Dude!' he whimpered, doubled over.

'Shit, shit! Sorry, I thought you were a burglar'

I took his arm and brought him to my bed to sit down as he recovered his breath. I sat down beside him.

Between his wheezing I heard him ask 'Do you have an erection?' his voice still shaky.

'No, I mean yes, but -'

He started laughing. 'Fuck dude, I didn't know you were into that kind of shit, his face winced again, ' - ow, it hurts to laugh'

'No, I'm not' my face was beet red, ' I was alone -'

'And jerking off, thinking about beating your friends up huh?' he was grinning, the pain seeming to pass.

'What about you though' still barely making eye contact, ' why were you creeping up the stairs'

He paused a second fully gathering his breath before sitting up, 'Maybe I was,' he laughed, his hand reaching to mine in the bed. He leaned into me, his face paused a few inches from mine, his warm breath on my face, waiting to see if I would close the distance.

I didn't hesitate at all. Our lips met briefly, it started with small pecks, it turned into a mess. Our hands reached all over eachother, our mouths open and exploring. I wish I could say it was skillfully and passionate, but it was my first time, and Jake hadn't much experience.

I wouldn't have changed it at all.

A few minutes passed and we broke apart, coming up for air, Jake's eyes meeting mine.

I started to ask, 'What brought that -'

He pushed me back, so I was lying flat against the bed. He straddled me, pulling his top off. I reached out and grabbed his dick, poking from his shorts. He winked, and stood up on the bed over him, pulling them off. I just lay there, hard, aware of this beautiful man above me, looking at his tight balls, his hard dick, the lean chest. From his wide stance I could even see between his cheeks, some faint hair between them. I touched his leg, stroking it gently. He responded at throwing his shirts on my face.

Laughing, I pulled them off, noticing the faint white spots on the front.

'Horny fucker' I said showing him. He jumped down, landing on his knees, me between them. He leaned into me, our bare chests touching. His smile wide, eyes bright.

'You know it'

He kissed me again, a little more controlled this time, but still just as wet, a small trail of saliva connecting our lips as he broke away, moving along my cheek, to my neck, kissing and biting me, one hand running through my hair. He sucked a little too hard on one spot on the neck

'Shit, sorry, that might mar-'

'its fine, don't stop Jake'

He didn't need told twice, starting down along my neck again, reaching my chest. Both his fingers darting to my nipples

'You liked it when Ricky played with these right?' he said, his fingers rubbing them roughly. He wasn't as skilled as Ricky, but it still felt good. I could feel my dick pressing against his lower back, as he sat rubbing.

'it was so hot watching you moan like that with Ricky. I want to make you feel that good. No, I want to make you feel better.' he paused for a second, before his mouth surrounded one of them, his tongue lapping at the small bud.

His free hand went back, grabbing my dick through my boxers, stroking me through the wet fabric.

The room was filled with just my moans. He paused, 'You love this don't you, tell me how much you fucking love this' his voice almost pleading.

'So much,' I panted out, 'so fucking much. I love your tongue Jake, I'm getting so close, I can't take much more'

He began speeding up his stroking, breaking away his tongue from my nipple as he moved up to my neck, then my mouth. He kissed me, stopping my moans, as I spilled into my boxers, my body tensed as I just lay there, bathing in the pleasure of my orgasm.

He kissed me softly while I recovered.

'That good' he asked me grinning.

I braced my legs and turned. I flipped him over onto his back. Jake's eyes looked wide in surprise.

'You made me cum in my boxers.' I said, kissing him, 'Time to repay the favour'

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FULL-SERVICE MEN: TOW TRUCK DRIVER

“BABE, what happened to your pickup?” my wife asked on the phone.

“I have no fucking idea. It just turned off while I was driving. When I tried to start it after pulling over, it just cranked,” I said, standing under the shade of a tree to protect myself from the hot midday sun.

“Have you called for service?”

“Yep, already did. Someone’s coming over to tow it to the service station.” I glanced in both directions of the long, empty road.

A tow truck appeared in the distance.

“Babe, the tow truck’s approaching. I have to go. I’ll call you later for an update.”

“If it’s already late, just stay at a motel and leave first thing tomorrow.”

“Oh, god. I hope it won’t take long to fix. But, yeah. I’ll let you know where I’m staying if I have to stop for the night.” I ended the call.

The flatbed truck with ‘Tony’s Towing’ on the side door parked in front of my stalled pickup.

A guy wearing an old baseball cap got out.

“Over here.” I waved him down.

He cocked his head and walked behind the tow truck with a masculine stride.

My heart beat faster.

I looked down at my phone, pretending to be busy texting while checking him out.

His tight, ribbed tank top, off-white from repeated washings, showed off his muscular arms. The rips and holes in his old jeans showed his white skin.

Fuck, he’s hot.

I need to be extra careful. I don’t want my wife to find out about my secret because I got bashed by a homophobe.

“Are you the one who called for a tow, Boss?” The guy around his late twenties asked.

Damn, he’s like one of those models on Sean Cody, especially with his pornstache.

One of the holes near the crotch of his jeans showed the hem of his white briefs.

My khaki chino shorts tightened.

“Yep, I’m Miguel.” I stepped closer to offer my hand, trying my best not to look down at his crotch.

“Tony.” He stopped and shook my hand.

“I’m sorry for being rude on the phone earlier. I was frustrated. I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere and still have a long way to go to get home.”

He stood a couple of inches shorter with a bruise around his right eye. “Don’t worry about it, Boss. What happened here?”

I explained it to him.

“If you want,”—he used a thumb to point over his shoulder—”I can check if a tow won’t be necessary.”

“Really?” I gleamed at the possibility of getting back on the road as soon as possible.

“Pop, the hood.” Tony started walking away.

I jogged past him and pulled the latch below the steering wheel.

The hood jerked with a metallic click.

I stood next to him with one hand up on the cover. “What do you think? Can you fix it?”

“Let me see.” Tony bent over to check the engine. His top rode up, and his beltless jeans lowered to show the upper part of his white briefs.

My heart pumped harder, sending heat through my entire body and more blood to my dick.

I bit my lower lip while staring.

“Boss, did you hear me?” His voice snapped me out of my trance.

“Hmm?” I looked at Tony. “Did you say something?”

“I did. Are you okay?”

“Sorry.” I straightened up. “I got distracted. What was it?”

“Could you try starting the engine? I want to see something?”

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” I went inside the pickup.

My hard dick pushed against the zipper of my shorts.

Shit! Did he see me checking out his ass?

I adjusted my erection before trying to start the engine.

The pickup shook from the cranking but didn’t come to life.

“Stop,” Tony said through the mechanical noise. “That’s enough, Boss.”

I got out and returned to my spot from earlier. “Have you figured it out yet?”

“Not yet. But I have my suspicions.” He moved closer toward me and bent over further to reach for something deeper inside.

I stepped aside to give him room but zoned in on his ass again.

His ass crack peeked through the waistband of his white briefs.

Fuck! I want to drop to my knees, pull his jeans and briefs down, and eat out the man’s sweet hole. While he was preoccupied, I shoved a hand inside my pocket to reposition my hard-on.

Tony stood back up and closed the hood.

“Is it fixed?”

He turned around and wiped his dirty hands on his jeans. “Which do you want first, good news or bad news?”

“Good news.” I kept my hand inside my pocket to not make my bulge noticeable.

“I narrowed it down to a bad fuel pump or alternator. My money is on the fuel pump. Bad news—”

“Let me guess. You can’t fix it.”

“Yeah, Boss. It has to be taken to a mechanic. You can only get the replacement part at the service station.”

“Fine.” I sighed. “So, what now?

“I’ll load your truck in the back, and we’ll get out of here.”

TONY climbed in the tow truck after securing my pickup with ratchets and straps.

His manly musk filled the interior. The smell of a working man. A real man.

Blood surged into my dick.

I shifted in the passenger seat to ease the uncomfortable tightness in my shorts.

Dirt stained the back of his tank top from laying on the ground when he hooked the winch under my pickup.

“Uh, Tony.” I pointed to my back. “Your shirt’s dirty.”

“It’s okay. I have spare shirts in the back seat.” He put his baseball cap on the center console and removed his tank top, revealing a rug of black hair on his chest and an appendectomy scar on the lower right of his flat midsection.

Tony’s arm flexed as he used the soiled shirt to wipe the sweat off him.

I wanted to lick every inch of his glistening upper body, especially his armpits.

To keep myself from staring, I took my phone out and composed a message to my wife. But through the corner of my eye, I continued looking at the shirtless tow truck driver.

After tossing the tank top in the back, he reached behind his seat. “Fuck!”

“What happened?”

“I forgot to bring my bag with the extra shirt. Do you mind if I drive shirtless, Boss?”

Can you get rid of those pants, too?

“No, man. I don’t mind.” I returned to looking at my phone.

Tony put his baseball cap back on, started the truck, and pulled out.

I sent the message to my wife. “How far is the service station?”

“About an hour or so.”

I nodded.

“Where were you headed before your pickup died?”

“On my way home to San Diego.”

“Whoa! What are you doing around these parts?”

“My old high school best friends and I had a reunion weekend at a cabin owned by one of them. It’s been decades since I last saw them, so I came even if it’s far away.”

“Ah.” He gently rubbed his eye with the bruise.

“What happened to your eye?”

“Oh, this?” He pointed to his eye. “A few days ago, I got into a fight with the husband of the woman I’ve been fucking.”

I nodded.

We dropped into an awkward silence lasting a few minutes.

“Can we pull over?” I looked at him. “I need to pee.”

“Sure, Boss.” Tony stopped on the side of the road.

I went under the shade of a tree and took my dick out.

The shirtless driver stayed behind, filling the inside of the tow truck with more of his masculine musk.

My dick came to life again.

“Come on. Stop that.” I closed my eyes and thought of other things.

Pee came out.

“Yeah.” I leaned my head back and savored the relief.

“I might as well take a leak,” Tony stood on my right.

My whole body jerked.

“Fuck! You scared me.”

He chuckled. “Sorry, Boss.”

I kept looking straight ahead. Oh, god. He’s going to pee next to me.

Tony unzipped.

My heart thumped in anticipation.

A stream of piss hit the ground.

While keeping my head still, I looked at his dick.

But his hand blocked my view.

Oh, come on.

Tony switched hands to scratch his thigh. The other hand held his long, soft shaft surrounded by a full bush of black.

My eyes widened at the impressive package. The woman he’s been fucking was lucky.

As my piss stream waned, I started to get aroused.

I forced the remaining drops out and shoved my dick inside. “I’ll be in the tow truck.”

“Alright, Boss. I’m almost done.”

I hurried back.

When Tony returned, we got back on the road.

I sat in silence, hoping Tony won’t mention anything about me checking out his dick.

“Want some of my coffee?” He took a small thermos from the cup holder and unscrewed the top. “I don’t have a glass, but you can use the lid.”

“I’m good. You go ahead.”

“Just let me know if you change your mind.” He took a sip without taking his eyes off the road.

“Thanks.”

“Motherfucker!” He put the thermos back on the holder.

Dark liquid slid down his torso.

“Shit. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, Boss. It’s not as hot anymore.”

“Tissues?”

Tony pointed at the glove box. “In there.”

A straight porn magazine with a big-breasted model on the cover and a bottle of lube was with the small package of tissues.

I gave him more than a few pieces.

“The magazine is for when I’m horny while waiting for a call out,” he said while wiping himself.

“We’ve all been there, man.” I chuckled. “Sometimes we have to take matters into our own hands.”

He smiled. “In my case, I have no choice. Especially after my bitch’s husband caught us.”

A scene of the straight tow truck driver with his jeans and briefs bunched around his ankles, jerking his lubed cock while looking at the open magazine on the steering wheel played in my head.

My dick returned to full hardness.

“It’s been over a week since I last came inside a mouth or a pussy.”

“That sucks, man.”

“At least it’s not my longest dry spell. There was a time a few months ago when I didn’t have someone on my dick for four weeks.”

“What broke the streak?”

“My neighbor gave me a blowjob while I was drunk one night. That was the first time my dick has been in a dude’s mouth.”

Heat spread through my entire body.

Fuck!

“Have you let a guy suck your dick when a chick is not available, Boss?”

“Nope.” I lied.

“Really? You didn’t experiment in college?”

My straight roommate during our senior year in college made me service him in exchange for not telling Lori about my secret after he caught me sniffing his jockstrap.

But, of course, I’m not going to tell him about that.

“No, man. I regularly have sex with my girlfriend back then.”

“I wish there was someone taking care of my dick right now.” Tony squeezed his bulge. “How about you, Boss? Want to take care of my dick for me?”

The blood on my face drained.

“What?” I snapped my head toward him. “I’m not gay.”

“Bullshit. You’ve been checking me out since the moment we met.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

Tony scoffed. “You think I wouldn’t notice you looking at my crotch?”

“You’re seeing things, man.”

“Really? Was I seeing things when you checked out my dick while I was peeing? You got hard looking at it.”

“I…”

The tow truck driver grabbed my hand and placed it on his bulge.

“What are you doing?” I tried to snatch my hand back.

He squeezed and pressed it into his crotch.

My dick wanted to burst out of my shorts.

“Tony, I’m not gay.”

“Boss, I know you’re gay. No matter how much you deny it.”

I got my hand back.

“Are you sure you don’t want this?” He leaned back and opened his jeans, exposing the bulge on his white briefs.

“I’m sure.” My eyes remained on his package.

“If you don’t want it, why can’t you take your eyes off it?��

“I…” I alternated looking at his face and his dick. “Are you going to just sit there? Or are you going to do what you wanted this entire time?” Tony wiggled the brow on his bruised eye.

Oh, fuck it. There’s no point in denying it.

I reached over and grabbed his bulge.

“See. I knew you were a fag.” He continued driving.

The soft meat twitched in my hand.

I started stroking his bulge.

“You like feeling my dick, Boss?”

“Yeah. I’ve wanted to do this the whole time.”

“Why don’t you take it out for me?” He gave a mischievous smile.

I pulled the briefs’ elastic and hooked it under his balls.

His dick flopped to the side, above its nest of pubes. “Do whatever you want.”

“You have a big dick, man.” I wrapped my fingers around the soft shaft.

“Wait until it gets hard.” Tony shifted in his seat for easier access.

Slowly, I stroked him.

“Yeah, keep going. Make me hard.”

I closed my fingers tighter and focused close to the head.

“Is mine the first dick you’ve handled?”

“No.”

“Do you suck?”

“Yes.”

His dick twitched.

“How about you suck mine?”

“Fuck, yeah.” I got up on my knees on the seat and leaned over the central console.

“Look at you,” Tony smirked. “A moment ago, you wouldn’t admit you’re gay. But now, you’re so eager to get on my cock.”

Warmth flooded my cheeks.

I took a few inches of the soft meat in my mouth.

He drew a sharp inhale and placed a hand on my head while driving.

I sucked on the head, making sure to produce enough spit to make it slide smoother.

His shaft has doubled in size.

“Yeah. That’s it, Boss. Work for my nut.”

While holding his balls, I took more of him with each bob.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good. So warm and wet, like a pussy.” He pushed my head on his hard dick.

The straight man’s feedback made me want to please him more.

I sucked with gusto, like a whore getting a big tip afterward.

“Wait a sec.” Tony pulled me off him.

“Shit!” I sat up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand while looking around. “Is there a cop?”

“Relax. I just want to enjoy the blowjob without crashing into a tree.” He pulled over, pushed his jeans and briefs past his knees, and leaned back.

My body sagged in relief.

Tony put his hand behind my neck and pulled me back on his dick. “Get back to work.”

I got back on my knees and resumed his blowjob.

Salty precum burst inside of my mouth.

While holding onto his thighs, I sucked harder, making my cheeks sink.

He grabbed the handle above the door and leaned his head against the headrest. His other hand went behind my head. “That’s it, Boss. Show me how much you want my cock.”

I danced my tongue around the tip, flicking on the sensitive area under the head.

Tony hissed, “If a cop did show up, I bet you can get us out of trouble by sucking him, too. We’ll share your faggot mouth. Take turns using it. You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

The tent in my chino shorts pushed out even more.

“Yeah, I would.” I slid my lips on the side of his shaft.

“You’re such a cock slut.”

I put his dick back in my mouth.

The tow truck driver moaned.

At the same time, I twisted my head like a screw and jacked him off.

Tony grabbed my hair and pushed his hips up. “You suck better than a chick. Maybe I should whore you out to my bitch’s husband so he would leave us alone.”

I let him set the pace of my sucking.

“Your mouth feels like a fucking pussy.” His hips moved faster until he hit the back of my throat, making me gag.

I pulled away to recover.

Tony held the headrest with both hands, exposing his bushy armpits.

While stroking his dick with one hand, I used the fingers on the other to play with his nipple.

“Fuck! That feels good, Boss.”

I started playing with both his nipples.

He grabbed the headrest tighter. “Keep going.”

I took one of his nipples in my mouth.

The straight man hissed.

I alternated between sucking and flicking my tongue the erect nub of flesh.

The manly musk coming from his pits went into my nose.

I lifted his elbow higher and dove into his armpit.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ. No one has ever licked my pit before.”

While savoring his man smell, I continued licking his bushy armpit.

He gripped my hair and pushed me onto his armpit. “You like that? That’s a smell of a real man.”

“Yeah, I love it.”

“I never knew I would like someone licking my armpit. But that’s enough. Get back on my dick.” Tony held his dick by the base and pushed me back down.

I put his dick back in my mouth and resumed sucking.

He groaned in pleasure, pushing his hips into my mouth.

I adjusted my mouth to accommodate his size and let him take control.

The head entered my throat, making me gag.

I pulled away, coughing while jacking his hard meat.

A long rope of saliva stretched from the glistening head to my lips.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Take it all, Boss. I want to know how much of my cock you can take.”

Challenge accepted.

I dove right back and took more of him.

It made me gag again.

But this time, I didn’t pull away and kept going until Tony penetrated my throat.

“Yes, that throat is fucking tight. It feels so damn good.”

Eventually, my nose reached his sweaty pubes, and my bearded chin pressed onto his balls.

“Fuck! You are one talented cocksucker, you know that? My bitch can’t even take more than half of it.”

I continued deep-throating Tony.

“You like a straight man’s cock plugging your throat?”

“Mm-hm,” I answered with my mouth full.

“Where has your mouth been all this time, Boss?” Tony pulled me by the back of my neck and buried his cock deeper.

I grabbed his butt to pull him closer.

“Motherfucker!” He knocked his head against the tow truck’s window. “You should have called me to tow your truck a long time ago.”

I deep-throated him faster.

“Wait, wait.” Tony pulled me off his dick. “I don’t want to cum yet.”

I smirked while wiping my mouth.

“Damn, you’re one great cocksucker, Boss. Do you get fucked?”

“Have you fucked anyone in the ass before?”

“No. The bitches I’ve been with always shut me down whenever I tried it with them.”

Women. They don’t know how fucking lucky they are.

“Yeah, I get fucked.”

“Get in the back.” Tony grinned while taking his jeans and briefs off. “And bring the lube.”

I opened the compartment and grabbed the half-empty bottle.

Tony got out naked except for his old baseball cap.

“Are you crazy? What if someone sees you?”

He got inside the extended cab and closed the door. “There’s no one out here but us. Now, get back here. I want to fuck your pussy.”

My dick twitched at what he called my hole.

After making sure no vehicle approached from both directions, I got out of the passenger side and climbed in to join the straight tow truck driver.

Tony sat behind the driver’s seat, stroking his dick to keep it hard.

I removed my sweaty black polo shirt, chino shorts, and black boxer briefs. My erection bounced when I tossed my clothes in the front.

“What are you waiting for?”

I popped the top of the lube bottle and poured the clear liquid on his dick.

Tony spread it all over.

I put some on my fingers and reached behind to slick me up.

“Come over here and ride this dick.” He held his cock by the base.

Facing away from him, I straddled his open legs and lowered myself on him.

The tip kissed my anal ring and pushed its way in.

“Fuck, man. You’re so big.” I held on to the headrest in front of me for support.

“That’s it. Keep going. The head’s almost in.”

I sat further to receive the straight man’s meat until it entered me.

“Boss, you’re so tight. I fucking love it.”

While looking over my shoulder, I slowly started bouncing on his meat.

Tony leaned his head back and closed his eyes with a smile. “Hmm.”

“You like me riding you, man?”

“Damn! Your pussy feels so good. Much tighter than a woman’s.”

I leaned back on his chest and fucked myself on him, taking more and more of his fat dick.

His face contorted in pleasure while holding my ass to guide me.

“Your cock feels so good inside me, man. I need you to fuck me. Give it to me.” I wrapped my fingers around my erect shaft and jacked myself.

Tony moaned and thrust his hips up to meet my ass until he bottomed out.

“Yes, man. Fuck me. Fuck me like I’m one of your bitches.”

“Grrr.” He lifted me every time his hips pushed up, pulled out quickly, and let gravity bring me down on his cock.

The truck shook, and the windows fogged with the heat radiating from our sweaty bodies. Wet marks showed on his old baseball cap.

It smelled like a locker room after an intense game.

“You want to be one of my bitches?”

I bit my lips and nodded. “Oh, god, yes.”

He lifted me off his cock. “On your back.”

Without complaint, I lay on my back behind the passenger’s seat.

“I’ll show you how I fuck my bitches.” Tony grabbed one of my ankles and opened my legs wider as he guided his dick back inside my hole.

It slid in with no resistance.

I resumed jerking myself off. “Yes, Tony. Wreck my pussy.”

“You’re such a faggot, wanting your pussy to be fucked by a real man.” He pounded me into the door, making my neck bend.

“Put me in my place, man.”

“I bet you went to the cabin even if it was far away because you wanted to ogle at your high school best friends’ bulges.”

It was partly true. I did check out their bulges while we goofed around at the lake. They were almost naked with their wet swim trunks clinging to their bulges, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Or do they already know you’re a fucking fag? They went to the cabin so they could take turns fucking this pussy with their big dicks. Am I right?”

I wish that were true. If they wanted me to, I would have serviced each one of them in a heartbeat.

“Shit! I’m going to cum.” I shot all over my chest and abs. Some landed on my lips and bearded chin.

“Did you cum reliving your high school best friends gangbanging you at the cabin?” Tony held both of my ankles as he saw his dick into me.

I swiped my cum and let him see how I ate my cum from my hand. “Mmm.”

The slapping of flesh filled the inside of the tow truck.

“I’m fucking close.” He tried to pull out.

“No, don’t.” I held onto his torso to stop him. “Cum inside. Knock me up.”

“Such a cock slut.” Tony pumped into me like a piston. “Fuck, I’m cumming!”

His load exploded in my bowels. With each thrust, more of his seed filled me until he emptied the contents of his balls.

He knocked his head on the window, panting.

“That was fucking intense,” I said, looking up at his satisfied face.

“I know. I’ve never cum like that before.”

“You’re welcome.” I grinned.

We fell silent except for our heavy breathing.

When we recovered, he pulled out and slumped on the back seat.

“Don’t tell anyone about this. No one can’t know.”

Tony chuckled, wiping his sweat using the tank top he picked from the floor. “It will be our little secret. But the next time you’re around here, you’ll give me a call. Deal?”

“Deal. Now get me to the service station. I need my pickup fixed so I can return to my wife.”

Miguel’s encounters will continue…

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Ticket to Ride

I walked out of the office door and pulled it shut hard behind me. It had been an absolute shit of a day. A "glitch in the system" they called it. That glitch has cost me two years of research. For fuck's sake, how can they not have anything backed up? I walked to the train station, absolutely fuming about what had happened, still unsure about what I was going to do to get back to where I was with my research.

Reaching the train station, I found it to be unusually quiet. I was much earlier than usual, having left work a couple of hours early. I scanned my ticket and moved to the platform, waiting for the train. I looked around. There were very few people waiting and, when the train pulled up, I was the only person who entered my carriage. I took a seat in the empty void and sat there, face in my hands, contemplating my day...my future!

As the doors closed, I heard the sound of a person sitting in the seat opposite me. I didn't hear them get on but heard them put their gear down and take a seat. I looked up and, to my surprise, was very pleased with what I saw. His dirty work boots...strong, muscular, hairy legs...very short, VERY tight shorts...FUCK! And, out of the entire empty space, he sat directly opposite me! I could not stop looking at those amazing legs, spread wide and leading to the biggest bulge I had ever seen in shorts that tight.

I am sure I was completely drooling as I stared. He was hot...and he knew it. My eyes moved up his gorgeous body and, as I did, he reached down into his bag and grabbed something out. Reaching up behind his head, he tied his unruly hair from his face. As he did, his hi-viz vest opened wide to reveal the sexiest abs I had ever seen...smooth...firm...FUCK!! My eyes moved up his body to his chest, those ripe nipples just ready to be tasted. His hairy armpits, the hair sticking with sweat. I was absolutely leaking by now!! I wanted him so bad...and he was playing on it.

Spreading his legs as wide as he could, I could not help but be drawn to his massive cock pushing out the inside of his left leg. FUCK...in all my time, I had never seen anything so big - except in porn I'd watched. This monster cock was right in front of me. Squeezing out between his extremely tight shorts and his leg was a beautiful pink cut knob, just waiting to be moistened with my tongue. I had always had a preference for uncut cocks, but the sight of this was just making me so hungry. He ran his hand down over his bulge and down his leg, cupping his knob in his hand...squeezing it gently...looking me in the eye. My breathing got quicker...I was as hard as a rock and leaking through my ripped denim shorts.

He motioned to me with his head to move over his way. Being the only two people in the carriage, I obliged, not even worrying about the CCTV footage that would be taken of us right now. I knelt between his legs, running my hands up his muscular, hairy, sweaty legs. They felt so good. As I moved my face closer to his groin, the smell of him made me even more horny - if that were possible. A guy who works hard, laboring all day, has always been extremely erotic to me. I blew a load in my shorts, before even tasting him.

My lips touched his slightly wet knob, a drip of his precum resting on my lips. I brought my tongue to his knob and tasted him for the first time...and I could feel myself reaching orgasm again but tried to hold back. I began to lap my tongue at his dripping tip, over and over again. Looking up at his eyes, I knew what he wanted. I stretched my mouth as wide as I could manage and forced my lips over his wet head, taking as much of his massive shaft into my mouth as I could.

It was an effort, but I got his knob in my mouth - but not much more. I moved my lips back and forward over his massive head, my face being forced against the inside of his leg. I wanted more of his cock in my mouth, but it was nearly impossible with the tightness of his shorts and his cock being pushed hard against his leg.

He didn't seem to mind, but I could tell he was reaching orgasm. His hand grasped the back of my head firmly and he pulled me onto his rod some more. I didn't think it was possible, but his cock went deeper into my mouth. By now I was gagging, and finding it hard to breath, particularly as my nose was now pushed further into his groin. I looked up at him, pleading for him to fuck my face harder, but also allow me to breath. The former wish was granted, as he forced my head on and off his cock and then unloading a massive load, filling my mouth!

As he released me, I swallowed his load and I drew in a deep breath, sweat dripping down my face mingling with the semen dripping from my chin. He smiled at me, reached up and rang the bell for the next stop.

"I've not seen you on this train before" I said to him.

"Just moved into the girlfriend's place, so only been catching this a week" he replied.

"Girlfriend?" I asked, confused.

"Long story, but I am gay!" His response taking me by surprise.

I moved back from him a little, he grabbed his gear and stood up. I grabbed the bottom of his shorts and pulled down what I could over his cock. He smiled at me and moved to the door.

As the door opened, he smiled a cheeky smile.

"You coming?" he asked.

He exited the train, and I quickly grabbed my bag and followed. I had no idea where he was leading me, but I was up for whatever he was offering.

He headed to the public toilets in the station, and I headed in right behind him. The toilets at this station were pretty tidy and they were also very quiet. As I entered, the washing facilities were around the corner to the right, the urinals directly ahead, with one guy using them, and the stalls were around the corner to the left. Tradie moved around to the wash basins and pulled me in against the tiled wall, kissing me passionately. He was clearly missing some attention from other guys!

I took off his hi-viz vest and then undid his tight shorts - with a struggle. Peeling them off over his gorgeous round ass, I grasped his tight cheeks. Fuck, they felt good. His really hard, massive cock pressed firmly against me, encouraging me to head down that way.

As I slid down the wall, he grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it off over my head. Reaching his monster cock, again I took what I could into my mouth. He then helped me take more, forcing his gorgeous body into my face and the back of my head against the wall. His cock was even further down my throat than before; more cock than I had ever experienced in my life. At least this time I could still breath through my nose.

He fucked my face so hard that I am sure the back of my head was bruised from being forced against the wall. Tradie unloaded again - he was definitely a cum machine! But he tasted amazing.

He pulled out and, grasping me under the chin, guided me up to standing again. We kissed more, passing semen between our mouths. Running his hands down my back, he began to play with my ass cheeks. Finding a split in the seam of my trashed denim shorts, he slid a finger in, which happened to be right next to my cunt. He explored more, and I moaned as we kissed.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed the split with both hands and ripped the back of my shorts wide apart.

I gasped, shocked.

Tradie turned me around to face the wall and began to kiss my neck and shoulders. He felt so good. And that cock pressing against my bare ass...well.... what more could I say? I was totally at his mercy now. He moved down my back and I knew where he was going. Had I known this was going to happen, I would have prepped myself. I had never offered my cunt to a guy in a state like this. I had been at work all day and was not ready for a guy to eat me out.

"No, please don't. No, stop" I pleaded, but to no avail.

He reached my ass, opened my cheeks and started eating. Fuck, it felt good, but I was so embarrassed! I moaned as he ate and got his tongue deep into me. It was so fucking good. I wanted more, but I also wanted him to stop. I never thought it was good when I guy gave you his dirty ass to eat. But he seemed to really enjoy it, getting his tongue deeper and deeper with every stroke. He ate me out for ages, before standing up again, kissing my neck and shoulders, and pushing his dripping wet knob firmly against my ass.

He began to press against me more firmly. He was about to fuck me dry...well...sort of dry! His saliva and a bit of precum from his knob was all that he was using. I felt his knob press into me. I was really scared. He was so huge and I had never been with a guy this big before. In fact, I had never had sex without lube.

"No...stop...please" I pleaded with him.

He didn't take no for an answer, forcing his monster cock deep inside me. I tried to scream, as the excruciating pain coursed through my entire body, but could not. My body was pressed up firmly against the cold, tiled wall. Every thrust enabling me to exhale air, but barely inhale.

With sweat dripping down my forehead, and my eyes watering, I tried to find something to hold onto so I could pull myself into a more comfortable position. Eventually I reached up and found a window ledge. It was quite high, but I could grip it with my fingers. My body stretched, but it made no difference to the pain level. In fact, it probably increased. No matter what I did, I could not reduce the pain. I just kept hanging on, just so I had something to hold, while he continued to impale me with his huge rod.

Strangely, I enjoyed the combination of excruciating pain and ecstasy. It was making me really horny; probably the horniest I had ever been in my life. I felt like I may have orgasmed a number of times while he fucked me but, with the state I was in, wasn't really sure.

The intensity of his thrusting began to increase, and I knew he was reaching orgasm. I had already experienced a few of his orgasms in the last hour, and knew he was going to fill me with a massive load again.

He didn't disappoint. Breathing heavily in my ear as he unloaded in me, I felt the warmth of a huge load of semen being injected deep inside my bowel.

He stopped thrusting and we just stood there silently, but both breathing heavily.

"Fuck you are so hot" he said, as he pulled his cock from my wrecked hole. "I have missed fucking guys".

I tried to reply but was still regaining my breath. He moved back a bit from me and began to pull up his shorts and put his hi-viz vest back on. Moving in, he kissed me again.

"What's your name?" was all I could muster, as he moved away from me and picked up his gear.

"Sam", he replied. "Can we meet again?"

"Yes" I replied adamantly.

As I watched him walk out, I slid down the wall, enjoying the cold against my hot sweating back. I could still feel him deep inside me and knew that I would for hours. I could feel my ass starting to leak on the tiled floor. What a waste I thought to myself. The guy at the urinal finished up, put his rock-hard cock away and walked past me.

"The was fucking hot. You are one lucky guy" he said as he walked past.

I just smiled, knowing that he had been there the whole time, jacking off. The evidence bulging in his pants. I looked down at my groin and realised how much I had actually enjoyed the afternoons session; my shorts were dripping wet with cum!

I didn't know when, or if, I would see Sam again, but decided to make Friday's an early finish day from now on. Hopefully we would end up on the same train and I could ride that amazing cock again!

An original fictional, gay erotica story by @soyouthinkimstraight, @gayeroticafiction, NW,2023

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[bulklore]

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[bendmeoverandfuckme87]

Only Fans

[misterjauthor]

FULL-SERVICE MEN: PLUMBER

“BABE, are you at the house?” my wife asked.

“Yeah, I just got here.” I switched my phone to the other ear and closed the front door.

“I’m sorry for making you leave the store in the middle of the day. I forgot a patient had an appointment this morning.”

“It’s okay, babe. My employees can handle the hardware store for a couple of hours without me.” I went into the kitchen to check the broken sink.

“Has the plumber arrived?”

“Not yet. What time was he supposed to be here?” I leaned my butt against the kitchen island and crossed my legs.

“Ten-thirty.”

I checked my wristwatch. “It’s already eleven.”

“Maybe he got caught in traffic or something.”

The doorbell chimed.

“That must be him.” I pushed off and started walking toward the front door. “Don’t worry about things here. I’ll take care of the plumber.”

“Yeah, I got to go. My next patient is here. Thanks, babe.”

“See you later.”

The line disconnected.

I shoved the phone inside my pants pocket and opened the door.

A big bear of a man, a couple inches taller, stood outside. His barrel chest and belly filled the navy overalls. The sleeves of his tight white shirt underneath threatened to rip from his massive arms.

Damn, this plumber is fucking hot.

“Good morning.” He put the huge-ass toolbox down on the floor and flipped through the pages on his clipboard. “I’m here to fix Lori Chavez’s sink.”

“She’s my wife.” I extended my hand. “I’m Miguel Chavez.”

“Jason Walker.” A smile showed on his brown and gray stubbled face.

“Come in.” I stepped aside to let him through.

He picked up his toolbox and entered. “Where’s the sink?”

“In the kitchen.” I shut the door and led the way.

The plumber looked around as he followed. “Nice house.”

“Thanks.”

We got to the kitchen, and I directed him to the sink on the granite island.

Jason set the toolbox down on the floor and tinkered with the sink. He opened and closed the faucet and peeked in the drain with a pen flashlight.

“Do you need help with anything?”

“It’s okay. I can manage.” Jason got on all fours to check the pipes underneath, giving me a view of the plump ass in his overalls.

Blood rushed into my dick, tightening my underwear.

I squeezed my erection through my black pants while the plumber can’t see me.

Jason came out from under the sink, took some tools from the toolbox, and lay on his back. His open legs showed off a big mound in the crotch of his coveralls.

Another rush of blood went into my erection, making standing uncomfortable.

I turned around and went to the fridge to get ingredients for a sandwich before he noticed my hard-on. “Do you mind if I have my lunch while you work?”

“Go ahead.”

“Do you want one?”

“No, it’s okay. I ate before going here.” His voice mixed with the clang of tools and pipes.

“How long have you been a plumber?” I placed bread slices on a plate and assembled my lunch.

“Twenty years. My dad owned the business. But he left it to me two years ago after he passed away.”

“I’m sorry about your dad. It’s the same with my old man. I inherited my hardware store from him.”

“And what does the missus do?”

“She’s a psychiatrist.” I finished assembling the sandwich and hopped on the counter across from him before taking a bite. “How about you? Do you have a wife?”

“Divorced. We have a teenage son, but she has custody.” Jason scratched his bulge.

My dick twitched.

I stared at the big mound as I took another bite, imagining myself between his tree-trunk thighs with my face pressed against his bulge.

“Miguel?”

“Huh?” I snapped out of my fantasy and glanced at him peeking from under the sink. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You have mayonnaise on your beard.” He gestured on his facial hair.

“Oops. Thanks, man.” I wiped my face with a paper towel.

He went back to work.

As I ate the last bite, water burst from under the sink.

“Fuck!” Jason yelled as he tried to plug the pipe with his hands.

The torrent of water stopped, but some still escaped, drenching his clothes and flooding the floor. “Quick! Shut the water main.”

I jumped off the counter in a panic and bolted out the back door to close the valve. “Has it stopped?”

“It stopped,” his faint voice reached me outside.

When I returned, Jason stood next to the island, unfastening his coveralls. His soaked white shirt clung to his pale skin.

“Let me get you a towel.” I hurried to the bathroom, grabbed a couple, and went back.

The huge plumber stripped down to only a pair of wet white briefs. His fat, cut dick showed through the almost transparent fabric.

My dick shot back to hardness and pressed against the zipper of my pants.

I tore my stare away before he caught me looking and handed him the towels. “What happened?”

He thanked me and started drying himself.

The soft meat dangling inside the wet pouch swung as he wiped the water off his skin. “The shut-off valve broke. I’m not surprised. Whoever did your piping used plastic instead of metal. I have one in the toolbox and replace it later.”

I left again and returned with cleaning stuff to get rid of the pool of water in my kitchen.

The almost naked plumber took the mop and worked on the floor. His dick passed in front of me while I was crouched down using rags and wringing them out in a bucket.

It took all my will to keep myself from reaching out and grabbing the straight man’s sausage.

My hard-on kept throbbing in my pants.

It’s a good thing my pants were black. The tent won’t be noticeable unless one looks for it.

After we got rid of the flood, I asked, “If you want, you can borrow one of my boxers while I toss your clothes in the dryer.”

“That would be great, man. It would be nice not to work in wet underwear.”

I returned with a pair from my dresser. “I hope this fits. You’re bulkier than I am.”

“No problem. It’s only temporary until my clothes dry up.” Jason inserted his fingers in the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down, not caring if I was standing in front of him.

His fat dick dangled between his legs over balls surrounded by a full bush of brown and white.

I wanted to reach in my pants to adjust myself because the uncomfortable tightness returned.

“Thanks, man.” He faced me in all his manly glory with a smile and gave the wet briefs with the other wet clothes.

To keep my voice from cracking, I nodded in reply and took them.

Jason put my boxers on.

My eyes zoned in on the sizeable package bulging in front.

He cupped his crotch and looked at me. “You’re right. It’s a little snug. It feels like my dick will burst out of your underwear.”

“I could grab something else from my dresser if you want.”

“Nah, it’s perfectly okay. Don’t worry about it, man.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back.” I left him alone, but once I was out of sight, I shifted my dick to give it room to breathe.

After tossing his clothes in the machine, I returned to the kitchen.

Jason was on his back under the sink.

“Everything okay here? Do you need anything else?”

“Actually, could you hand me my other wrench?” He pointed to the toolbox between his bent open legs.

I dropped to my knees and grabbed the tool requested while secretly staring at the big mound on display inside his borrowed boxers.

“You got it?” He lifted his head to look at me.

“Here.”

“Could you stay there just in case I need something else?” Jason reached for the wrench.

“Uh, sure.”

He went back to work on the sink.

I resumed staring at his crotch, licking my lips in wishful thinking I could run my tongue on the straight man’s meat.

Jason cleared his throat.

I snapped my gaze to his face.

“You like what you see between my legs?” He asked with his head lifted, flashing his pearly whites.

“No, man.” I shook my head with my hands in front of me. “I was not looking. I promise.”

He put the tools down to one side and grabbed his crotch. “How about you come over here and suck this for me?”

“Seriously, man. I’m not gay.”

“Stop pretending you don’t want to. You’ve been checking out my cock this entire time. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“I’m not pretending.”

“Bullshit. Come on. Wrap those fag lips around my dick. I haven’t had sex for at least a week. My balls are full of cum just for you.”

I swallowed and imagined the sensation of his load sliding down my throat.

The thumping in my chest got harder.

“Man, I have a wife and son.”

“So? It doesn’t change the fact you want to suck my cock.”

Should I give in and do it? I can’t risk people finding out my secret because of a quick blowjob on some guy—a hot straight random guy.

“Don’t worry about people finding out. I’m not going to tell anyone. It will be our little secret.”

I stared at him in silence, trying to decide what to do.

“Go ahead. Suck it.” Jason removed the hand on his bulge.

My throbbing hard-on made the decision for me.

Slowly, I slid the toolbox out of the way and crawled closer to his crotch.

His lips lifted into a cocky smirk.

I reached for the meaty bulge and massaged it through the boxers.

“See? I knew you were a fag.” Jason shoved his thumbs through the underwear’s waistband and pushed them down.

Grabbing the hem, I helped him and tossed them to the side.

His dick shifted to the side like a wordless invitation when he opened his legs wider.

I wrapped my fingers around the soft shaft and dove down, putting it in my mouth.

“Fuck, yeah. Suck my dick.”

Adding suction, I produced more spit and sucked.

The straight plumber’s dick started growing.

He put a hand behind my head and moaned. “Your mouth feels so good on my cock. Keep going.”

“You like it?” I asked while stroking him.

“Yeah.” Jason stood up and held the hard dick at the base.

I knelt in front of him and lined up my lips near the head.

He pulled me on his crotch. “Get back to work.”

After taking the man’s meat back in my mouth, I bobbed without holding onto any part of him.

The head hit the back of my throat, making me gag.

But instead of pulling away, I kept going.

“Damn, this is not your first time sucking cock. You’re better than my ex-wife.”

His compliment made me hornier.

I opened my pants, took my dick out, and stroked myself.

“Look at you, pleasuring yourself with my cock in your mouth. I knew you were a cocksucker when I caught you checking out my crotch working on the sink.” He slid his hand through my black slicked back hair.

I matched my hand with the speed of my bobbing.

Jason pulled out and slapped it against my face. “You want this big dick, fag?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “I wanted it ever since you set foot in the house.”

“That’s right. I fucking knew it.” He stabbed his dick into my mouth and pulled my head harder, burying it deep. “Fags like you marry women to pretend you’re straight. But once real men like me show up, you drop to your knees and take our cocks.”

I kept sucking.

He pulled me off his dick by my hair. “Am I right? Answer me.”

“Yes, I’ll suck any straight man who wants their dick sucked.”

Jason held both sides of my head and fucked my mouth. “Fucking slut for cock.”

Without complaint, I let the beefy plumber use me like his personal sex toy.

He directed me toward his hairy balls. “How about you work on those for a while?”

I alternated licking and playing each testicle with my tongue and occasionally sucked on it.

The plumber knocked his head back. “Fuck, yeah!”

I continued working on his balls while he jacked off.

He pulled me back on his dick, shoving it in one go, making me choke.

But once I recovered, I sucked and stroked his dick at the same time while stroking my own.

“Look at me while you service my cock.”

I pulled his dick out and slapped it on my face while looking up at him.

“If only your wife could see you now, thinking she married a real man, but in truth, he’s on his knees worshipping another man’s cock. What a fucking liar?”

Ignoring his humiliating comments, I devoured the plumber’s dick again, making sure he saw the head bulging out of my cheeks with each suck.

“Get up.” He yanked me by my polo shirt and bent over the kitchen island. “Take those off. I need to fuck that pussy.”

I pushed my pants and boxers to my ankles and kicked them to the side.

“Nice ass.” He slapped and squeezed my ass cheek. “Has anyone told you your ass is like a woman’s?”

“Yes,” I said, looking back over my shoulder. “My buddies at the gym.”

Jason scoffed and whispered in my ear. “I bet you always wanted them to fuck your pussy in the locker room. Or maybe one of them beat me to it already. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if all of them had been inside your pussy. You’re a fucking slut, after all.”

I stayed silent because he was right. I’ve jacked off to that fantasy. All four of my buddies gangbanging me in the middle of the locker room while other gym patrons watch.

He opened my ass cheeks and inspected my hole using his thumb.

It winked at him.

“Got lube?”

“Use the olive oil in there.” I pointed to the cupboard behind us.

The plumber grabbed the bottle, poured some on my crack, and pushed his middle finger in.

I reached back with one hand, spread my cheek apart, and relaxed.

“You’re tight,” he said as it went in further.

“It’s been a long time since I got fucked.,” I said with my eyes closed.

“We need to loosen you up for my dick.” The fat digit moved in and out.

“Please, be gentle.”

“I can’t promise that,” Jason added a second finger. “Once I get inside a pussy, I fuck it hard. You’re just another hole for me to use.”

A whimper came out of me.

“Better think of an excuse to tell your wife when she sees you walking funny later.”

I gripped the edge of the island when a third finger went in.

His finger sawed into me until he said, “I think you’re ready. Want my dick inside your pussy?”

“Oh, god, yes.”

Jason chuckled, poured olive oil on his dick, and aimed it at my hole.

My eyes clenched tight as the invading head met resistance from my anal ring.

“Shit, you’re so fucking big.”

“Come on. Let me in. I’m gonna fuck you good like you’ve never been fucked before.”

After taking a few deep breaths, I opened up.

The head breached.

He slapped my ass. “There you go. I’m in.”

“Wait.” I reached back for his belly to keep him from moving. “Let me get used to it for a second.”

Minutes passed.

“Go ahead.”

Jason put a hand on my lower back and started slowly fucking into me.

I bent over until my chest pressed against the island’s cold granite surface to make his dick go in easier.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good, just like a woman’s, but tighter. I’m gonna have to fuck this again soon.” The straight plumber fucked faster.

“Come back and fuck me anytime you want.”

“Oh, I’ll definitely come back.” He pulled out and circled the head at my hole before stabbing it inside again. “We’ll pretend there’s something wrong with the shower, and I’m gonna fuck you in the bathroom while your wife is somewhere in the house.”

Fuck!

“Do you want that, huh?” He pushed his whole dick inside me. “Me, fucking you behind your wife’s back?”

“Mm-hmm. We have to be careful. She can’t know.”

“We’ll make sure we won’t get caught.” He held my hips and pulled me, slapping my ass into his crotch.

I moaned in pleasure.

One hand pushed me down while the other held onto my shoulder as he pounded me into the kitchen island.

Moan, whimpers, and the slapping of flesh filled the room.

Jason lifted one of my legs and put my feet on the edge of the island, opening me up more for him.

“Give it to me, man. I need your big dick inside me. Use me to get yourself off.”

Holding his dick at the base, he kept pulling out and stabbing it back in. “Does it feel good to have me inside you?”

“Fuck, yes! I miss having a big dick inside me.”

He pulled out and slapped my ass. “On your back and get that pussy over the edge.”

I removed my polo shirt and climbed up the granite island.

Jason held one of my legs by the ankle and punched his dick back inside my hole.

“Ugh!”

He draped my leg over his shoulder and started plowing into me. “I’m not going to get tired of fucking this pussy.”

I grabbed the edge over my head and braced myself for the assault.

“Good thing I took this call myself instead of delegating it to one of my guys. He would’ve been the one enjoying this prime pussy.” Jason shifted positions to fuck from a different angle.

His dick rubbed against my prostate.

“Shit! Right there. Keep fucking me right there.”

“Like this?” Jason piston in and out of me like a machine.

“Oh, god. I’m going to cum.” I held the back of my knees and pulled my legs to my chest.

He kept hitting my pleasure button.

“Ah!”

I exploded without touching myself.

Shot after shot, my load hit me on the face, the chest, and the abs until nothing else came out.

“Your pussy is squeezing my dick! I’m going to cum, too.”

“Don’t pull out. I want it inside me.”

Jason slammed into me harder, making my body shake with each fuck. “Here it comes.”

“Breed me, man. I want your baby.”

“I’m going to knock you up!”

Warm cum hosed my insides until he unloaded every drop of his baby batter and collapsed on top of me.

We panted heavily on top of each other, glistening with sweat.

After we recovered, Jason finished fixing the sink, showered, and dressed in his dry clothes.

I gave him a check for his services.

“Just give me a call when you need me to work on your pipes again.” The plumber gave a smug grin and winked.

Miguel’s encounters will continue…

Next Episode

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[simpleandclean92]

jungle ecstasy

[gayeroticafiction]

Cocktail Italiano

A Gay Erotica Story

After four weeks travelling around Italy, we spent the last few days relaxing in Rome before flying back to Australia. My wife and I decided to take our adult kids on a trip, thinking it may be our last family holiday before they left home, and we had been having a great time. So much to see...and lots of hot guys at the beach or poolside for this straight-acting guy to check out.

Two nights before we flew out, I was feeling like seeing a bit of night life of Roma and remembered seeing a cool little cocktail bar about two or three blocks away from our hotel. The kids were hanging out with some other people their age, who they had met on the trip, and who were also stopped in Rome. It was getting to about 8.30pm and I had got ready to head out. The weather had been really warm while we were in Italy and the evening was quite balmy. I dressed in shorts and a linen shirt and slip on shoes. My wife was really tired and decided to have the night in and get some sleep. That was fine with me...happy to have a night on my own and do the things I'd like to do.

I went out onto the street and started walking to the cocktail bar. It was a busy night and there were lots of people out, enjoying the weather and the nightlife. I walked through the door to the quaint little building; an old, double story shop. It was busy, but not crazy. I found a small table and sat down. The waitress came over and took my order. I looked over to the bar and noticed the cocktail waiter. His firm arms bulging from his tight t-shirt, as he shook a cocktail. I ordered whatever was their most popular cocktail.

The waitress went over to the cocktail waiter, gave him the order and he looked my way. He was so sexy...those gorgeous Italian eyes just catching the light; his face almost in need of a shave, but enough hair to be really sexy!! He looked like he was well-built, but he was behind the bar, but I was keen to see the rest of him.

He made my cocktail, and the waitress brought it over. I offered to pay, but she told me it was on the house. I took the glass and lifted it to the cocktail waiter, who nodded in return. I drank it quickly, as it was very good. Standing up, I moved over to the bar and took a seat. The cocktail waiter was wearing an apron, but I could see he was most likely wearing shorts underneath. He walked over to me, and I noticed his name badge - Matteo. His name was so sexy!

"Bongiorno" he said politely.

"Bongiorno" I replied. "Thanks for the cocktail. It was amazing".

As we began to chat, and Matteo flirted with me, I felt my stomach start to turn and my heart flutter. I have had guys come onto me before and knew what it felt like. Maybe this time it would actually go somewhere!

"You are an Aussie?" he asked.

"Yeah mate" as we shook hands. "My name's Scott. We've just got a couple of nights in Rome before heading home. I saw this bar and was really keen to give it a go" I told him.

"We?" he asked. "You are travelling with others?"

"Yeah, my wife and kids." I replied.

He looked confused for a moment.

"So, you are married...but you want to have a good night tonight? he queried. "I have just the cocktail for you" he said, as he turned and started to prepare my drink.

Fuck...those shorts!!! Very short...very tight...ripped on the ass!!! God he had a nice ass. I felt my cock go instantly hard.

I stared at him as he shook the drink, poured it and brought it over to me. He leaned on the bar, as I sipped it.

"This is so good" I told him, as he smiled back at me.

He turned and walked over to the waitress, chatting with her as he removed his apron. I could tell that he had an amazing body, as his shorts and t-shirt were very tight. He clearly looked after himself.

Matteo headed over to a door and looked back at me, grabbing what seemed to be a pretty large cock in his shorts. That was my cue. I quickly gulped down the last of my cocktail and followed him out the door, trying to conceal my hard cock. He was at the top of the stairs as I approached them. I climbed the stairs and, as I entered the door to what seemed to be his apartment, he was there waiting for me. I closed the door behind me, and he walked up to me, placing his hand gently on my neck and pulling me into him. We began to kiss, his warm tongue sliding into my mouth as his right hand caressed the back of my neck and his left hand started to touch my groin.

I was completely lost now. This was a very new experience for me, but something I had wanted my entire life. My hands started to touch him, as he moved his hands to my shirt and undid the buttons. Taking my shirt off, he caressed my nipples and ran his hands over my chest and stomach. Fuck, I want this so bad! He undid my shorts and they dropped to the ground. My cock was the hardest I had ever experienced, and I knew that I was very wet in my trunks. Matteo slid my rod out and started to stroke it. I began to lose balance as more blood ran to my cock. I leant up against the wall and, as I did, shot a huge load over his shorts, legs and the floor.

"Oh fuck," I exclaimed..."I am so sorry. I have never been with a guy and you have got me so fucking horny"

"All good...I'm sure there will be more" he said calmly, as he stood back and removed his tight t-shirt, dropping it onto my load on the floor.

Matteo took me by the hand and lead me to his bed, guiding me to sit down. He moved in close to me and I undid the buttons on his shorts. As they opened, I could tell he liked to go commando, his pubic hair inviting me to taste what I had wanted forever!

I moved my face in closer and my nose touched his pubes. I could smell him...and it was turning me on! I slid his shorts down and his hard, nine-inch cock stood to attention. Playing hard to get, Matteo dropped to his knees and, taking my cock in his hand, started to stroke it, pulling my foreskin back more and more each time!

With my wet knob completely exposed, he ran his tongue slowly around the rim as I groaned.

"Does your wife do this?" he asked with a cheeky grin.

I shook my head. She had never actually pulled my foreskin back and probably only sucked me every couple of months.

He moved his tongue to the tip of my knob, gently running it over the very tip. I really wanted to hang onto my load this time, but didn't know how long I could. With his tongue on my knob, he slid my foreskin back over it and began to run his tongue around inside my skin. I fell back and grabbed the sheets.

"Oh fuck...I'm cumming" I screamed as he slammed his mouth down over my dick, taking my load right down his throat!

He pushed me back further onto the bed and pushed my legs back, lifting my ass up. He pushed his body in underneath me and grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands. Prying my fuck hole open with his thumbs, he dribbled my cum into my tight hole and then moved his face down into me and began to toy my rim with his tongue.

"Oh fuck!!!" I exclaimed loudly as I began to moan more and more.

My body was now his. I had nothing left in me and I let him do what he wanted to me.

Licking me deeper and deeper, he knew what I really needed...his nine-inch cock deep inside me. He wanted it too! Moving his body out from underneath me, my back went down onto the bed. Matteo pushed my legs back again and, knowing where he was going, I grabbed myself behind the knees. He rubbed his wet knob against my prepped hole, and I nearly lost it again.

Feeling a cock against my hole for the first time was the best thing I had ever experienced. As he slowly slid it in, deeper and deeper, I was in ecstasy. My eyes rolled back in my head as his cock rubbed my prostate. He fucked me slowly for what seemed like an eternity, and it was the most amazing thing I had ever felt.

Lowering my legs, he lay his body down on top of mine, as I then wrapped my legs around him. He began to kiss me and caress my body with his strong hands as he made love to me.

I could take this all night, I thought to myself. The feeling of his large cock inside me; his warm, strong hands all over my naked body; his mouth kissing my neck and shoulders; his tongue in my mouth. I didn't want him to stop.

With his body motion changing, and the pace of his thrust increasing, I could only assume he was about to orgasm and cum deep inside me.

He started to breath heavier and moan louder...

"Cazzo, sto venendo"! he yelled out and I felt the most amazing sense deep inside me.

His massive load injected deep inside my bowel, and the warmth of his semen filled my entire body. He looked me in the eye, both of us breathing heavily.

"My God, that was so amazing!" I exclaimed. "Fuck me again".

With that, he began to make love to me again...and again...and again. I lay there the entire night, as Matteo did to me whatever he wanted...whatever I needed! The more he fucked me, the more of his semen dripped from my man cunt and onto the bed. I don't know when we finished having sex, but we must have both dropped from complete exhaustion.

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A cool breeze blew across the bed, as the sun filtered through the rustling curtains. I woke, not realizing where I was, but pleasantly surprised at the gorgeous site in the bed next to me.

"Fuck" I thought to myself..."I stayed out all night". Panicked thoughts started to run through my head.

My thoughts were quickly overshadowed by the site of the hot, naked Italian guy sleeping next to me. I turned to him and ran my fingers gently down his hairy, muscular chest toward the sheet that was covering his waist. Slowly lifting the sheet back, the amazing cock that satisfied me all night lay there across his body; still impressive, whilst not even erect! I then began to notice the throbbing feeling inside my ass from being pounded all night.

I ran my finger along his shaft; slowly, back and forth, from his pubes to his head. His amazing cock started to stir, as did Matteo. He moaned as his cock became harder, and I moved into a position to take him in my mouth. I never had the chance last night, and I was so eager.

As I moved in closer, I could smell the aroma of sex on him. He fucked me so much; the smell of semen and ass were ever-present...and a complete turn-on!

Moving my head in closer, I started to run my tongue along his shaft, making Matteo stir, and I felt his hand run from my ass, up my back, to my head. He was fully erect now and I took him in my mouth. Matteo was clearly well practiced at being with guys, and I was able to suck him for ages before he blew his load in my mouth.

I swallowed every last drop.

He pulled my body over on top of his and I mounted his face, his tongue pushing deep inside my hole. I pulled his legs back and, grabbing his amazing ass cheeks, opened his hole and went for it, getting my face right into his hairy man cunt. Fuck, he smelt so good...and tasted even better!!

As we enjoyed tasting each other, there was a loud thump at the door downstairs. It sounded urgent, so I rolled off of Matteo and he went to the open balcony doors, completely naked and as hard as a rock.

"Bongiorno" Matteo called out.

...and then I heard a very familiar voice...

"I am looking for an Australian man, about 50, tall, well-built, greying hair..."

"Aren't we all?" replied Matteo, jokingly.

I liked the joke, but I was really nervous at the same time.

My son continued..."apparently he came here to have a few drinks last night, but he didn't return to the hotel. Do you think you might have seen him?"

"No, I don't recall serving an Australian man, but I will ask my staff today. But if you need a good time...come and see me!" Matteo said, winking at my son.

"Any other time I would, I mean, fuck, you're hot, but not today. Ciao" and he walked off.

Damn...my son is actually gay too!!! FUCK!!!

Matteo turned back to the bed, where I lay there on my back, naked and still hard. He climbed over the top of me and slid his ass down on top of my hard cock. As he moved up and down on me, I knew this was going to be over quickly.

I groaned...louder and louder...

"Ohhhh....fuck...I'm cumming," I cried out as I unloaded in his hot ass.

He lay down on top of me, my cock still inside of him, and we kissed.

"So, your son is gay too?" he asked.

"It seems so" I replied. "I'd better go, they are obviously worried about me. They've probably gone to the police already".

Matteo rolled off of me and I got up from the bed and found my clothes...well...most of them. I ended up going commando, as I could not find my trunks. I bent down to the bed and kissed Matteo goodbye.

"I had a great night" I said. "I wish it could have been longer".

"It could be" he replied, as he held me tight.

"I must go". And I slipped out of his hold, our hands being the last parts to touch.

I closed the door behind me and walked, but not back to the hotel. I didn't know what to do. I am gay! I have lived a lie my entire life. I headed to the river and sat down on a bench to think about what I needed to do next.

I messaged my wife to meet me at the river. When she arrived, I sat her down and told her everything. It's all I could do. I also told her that I could not return to Australia with the family and that I was going to stay in Italy.

She stood up and slapped me across the face and, looking me in the eyes, said that I needed to be the one to tell the kids, and she walked off.

With my face in my hands, I sat there crying, unsure if I had done the right thing or not. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and, looking at the screen, saw that Matteo had messaged me. I could not remember giving him my number, but I must have.

Along with a picture of him laying in bed in his ripped denim shorts, he wrote:

I have never been with a guy like you and loved every bit about last night. I want that to last forever. I will miss you. xx

As I sat there thinking about my life and what I had actually done, I found myself texting him back:

I am down by the river. Haven't gone to the Hotel. I don't know what to do.

And I left it at that, as I just sat there, face in my hands and sobbing.

I heard the sound of running feet, but did not look up. They seemed to stop near me, then I heard a familiar voice:

"Forza tesoro, andiamo a casa!" he said.

I looked up, and there was Matteo, looking hot as ever in his skinny jeans, one hand on his crotch, that other hand out for me. I reached for his hand and looked at him, unsure about what he said to me.

"Come on honey, let's go home" he said as he smiled at me.

I got up and he pulled me into his arms. We kissed passionately, our tongues deep inside each other's mouths.

I could not wait to spend every day with this man.

An original fictional, gay erotica story by @soyouthinkimstraight, @gayeroticafiction, NW,2023

All images have been removed due to Tumblr flagging, but were from the personal collection of @matteo-jeanslover and have been used by permission.

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