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[antitesisprs]

[trygod]

Late night walks

[lukedifferent]

you are the perfect sound of my battles -Luke C -

[oleksandrbalbyshev]

My new painting “Twins” inspired by David Hockney

Modes @czechtwins_official

[scarystoriesfromthegayside]

Sk8er Boi

Scott and I have been friends since meeting each other in the third grade. It was summer after graduation when our relationship took an unexpected turn. You see we loved to skate and one morning we skated after our parents had left for the day. I then landed hard and my foot started to get sore. We entered Scott’s house after, I sat on the couch while Scott grabbed 2 cokes from the fridge. He sat next to me.

“Fuck man,” I said. “My foot hurts.”

“Bring them here.” Scott said. We were quite comfortable with each other and I knew Scott had strong hands. I laid my feet on his lap and he took off my shoes. Scott did have strong hands and they making my feet so much better. Then Scott looked at me and I looked back. There was something in those eyes that screamed hunger. Then he placed his nose on the big toe of my left foot. He sniffed and closed his eyes, taking in the scent of my socks and feet.

“What are you doing?” I asked quietly.

“Something I wanted to do for a long time,” Scott said with a growl in his voice.

And I let him.

He peeled off my left sock and took the big toe into his mouth. The feel of his saliva made my dick jump and I gasped. He took more as he went along. Taking his tongue in between each toe. He growled as he did this, and making sure to give the other foot the same treatment. I rubbed my bone and moaned loud as he licked up the shaft of my foot.

“I’m so hard, Scott,” I moaned.

Just then Scott grabbed my bone and stroked it in through my shorts. He peeled them down along with my briefs. My dick slung free and hit my stomach. Scott grabbed my dick and licked all the way up my shaft and to the slit of my head. Then he swallowed all the way down to my dark jungle of pubes. His motions increased and suddenly my dick was so wet. I moaned loud as Scott kept growling and moaning while he sucked.

“Fuck Scott,” I moaned. “That feels so good.”

The Scott stopped and I was disappointed but then he jumped up and stripped his shirt, revealing his toned body. He stripped his shorts and briefs down to show his hard dick. He was beautiful naked. He took his shoes and socks off, beautiful feet as well. I peeled my shirt off as well. He crawled back on top and sat on top of me and then grabbed my dick. The other hand he spat in it and then went towards my mouth where I spat in it as well. He then placed it behind him. He motions my dick and my head was right at his entrance. Then he sat back more and I felt my dick go inside of him. He moaned loud but was still going down more until I was deep into him. He sat there looking at me while his ass squeezed my cock. We both moaned as he started making his body motion. I felt my dick going in and out.

“Oh my god, you feel so good,” I moaned.

Then Scott kept going faster and faster. Each thrust was a moan louder. He took my neck into his hands and we both looked at each other in the eyes as I fucked him.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Scott said. “It was worth the fucking wait.”

I grabbed him to pull him down to my neck and I thrusted harder into him. He screamed into my ear but I didn’t care. It was fuel to go even faster in him. And then I felt it. I was gonna explode.

“Oh Scott,” I moaned out. “I’m gonna fucking come.”

“Please come baby,” Scott screamed into my ear. “Fill me up.”

I screamed loud as my come spewed inside of Scott. Scott lifted himself up, both of sweaty as hell. Then Scott sat there jerking his dick. A minute later and Scott was screaming and coming all over my body and on my chin. All while my dick was still inside of him. Scott went down to lick the come off my chin and then kissed my mouth. The taste was exquisite and I was kissing my best friend. I just fucked my best friend.

“I can get used to that,” I said.

“Me too,” Scott said.

From that day we couldn’t keep our hands off each other

[simpleandclean92]

paradise boy 🏝

[suitedwestend]

Wrestling Revenge

As promised, here’s a commission I finished last week that I was kindly allowed to share. This is the story of a beefy ex-wrestler called Theo who gets called to participate in a re-match with a guy he fought at High School. As you’d expect, things don’t go as planned . . . I hope you all enjoy this one-off and feedback is welcome, as always! 

Theodore Walsh was a tank. There was no other way to describe him. Since his wrestling days at high school and college, Theo had only gotten bigger and to say he was intimidating was an understatement.

At 6’3, he had huge shoulders, a massive furry barrelled chest, thick arms, and thighs like tree trunks. His chest was a little softer than it had been at college and his stomach was definitely a bit fuller than his wrestling days, but his arms and legs were still thick, solid muscle.

Theo had a thick jaw to match the rest of his body, which looked even bigger behind his auburn beard. His hair was buzzed on the sides and the top was a mess of auburn curls.

As he lounged on the sofa one Thursday morning, Theo got a text.

You probably don’t remember me, but we were at high school together. I wondered if you still wrestled and if you’d be up for a rematch? There’s a charity thing at a bar in the city on Saturday night and I’ve signed us up . . . just in case. Let me know! Miguel

Another message immediately followed with details of time and location.

Theo scratched his furry chest as he tried to remember who the hell Miguel was. He’d fought more guys in high school and college than he could count, and he’d never lost a match. It was more than likely that someone he’d defeated in a match wanted another shot. It had certainly happened before.

Granted, Theo hadn’t wrestled for a couple of years, but he was more than eager to pull his college wrestling suit out of retirement and give the guy a rematch.

I’m down! Game on bud!

Theo put his phone down and scratched his balls, which immediately made his cock pulse. He’d been taking part in No Nut November, and it was the 27th. He’d never been so horny in his life and was getting hard at the slightest thought or touch.

But he had other things to focus on. He had a match to prep for!

Thursday and Friday passed quickly and before Theo knew it, he was throwing his wrestling singlet into his bag and heading to the bar.

He had to admit that he was excited to wrestle again. It had been way too long since he’d humiliated a guy by pinning him in mere minutes and making him beg. Sure, he wasn’t in shape like he was college, but he was still insanely strong, and his mass alone would make pinning a guy to the mat incredibly easy.

After Theo had parked and headed down the street, he looked up to find a bar called “The Fire Hose”. The bar was a gay bar, which Theo wasn’t overly comfortable with but he’d definitely give the guys a show. He’d always found plenty of people screaming about how hot he was in his wrestling singlet. As much as he’d have preferred some hot girls in the audience, a match was a match.

“Ooo, I didn’t realise it was burly bear night,” the guy behind the bar said as Theo finally made his way to the front.

“I’m here for the wrestling match,’ Theo said with his rumbling voice.

The guy’s eyes lit up. ‘Oh, so you’re Theo! Go through that door at the end of the room and someone will show you where to change.”

Theo pushed his way through the tight knit crowd of sweaty guys, ignoring the odd grope of his bicep or his butt.

“You must be the wrestler guy.”

Theo turned around to come face to face with a heavily made-up drag queen with a massive blonde wig. “Woah!”

‘Oh honey, I get that a lot. I’m Miss Hose. You’re through here.”

Theo followed Miss Hose into a small room with a little desk that was covered in make-up and a vanity mirror. There was a tiny sink, an old-fashioned screen and bottle of vodka and that was it.

“So, I just change here?’ Theo asked.

Miss Hose laughed. “It’s not the Plaza, but what do you expect in a dive bar like this. Change here and I’ll introduce the match in ten.”

Theo stepped behind the screen, dropped his bag, and pulled off his sweater to reveal his thick furry chest and his massive arms. “Are you trying to watch?”

“You can’t blame a girl for wanting to see the view! Feel free to keep going whilst I finish my mug.”

Theo shrugged and kicked off his trainers, before glancing behind him to make sure Miss Hose was occupied before he undid his belt and pushed his jeans to ankles.

“So, what exactly did you do to Miguel to warrant this wrestling match?”

“I don’t remember who Miguel is. I just like to wrestle.”

Miss Hose howled with laughter. “Hold up! You’ve come to a gay bar to take part in a wrestling match with a guy you don’t even remember? Do you even know what Miguel looks like?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Theo grunted as he yanked on a very snug jockstrap that had seen better days. The straps dug sharply into his furry cheeks and the pouch felt like a prison. Even adjusting his bulge felt like masturbating after so long and he immediately let go when he felt himself chub up.

Theo ignored Miss Hose as she kept talking. He grabbed his singlet and stepped into the old faithful, shiny red lycra. It seemed like only yesterday that he was pulling it on for his senior year championship match, but aside from the years that had passed, there was another significant difference.

The singlet didn’t come close to fitting like it used to.

The seams around his thighs were stretched to the limits and he barely managed to get the singlet over his bubble butt, not to mention over his gut before finally stretching the straps on to his shoulders, which were significantly more muscled than they were at college.

Theo pushed his feet into his trainers and was very conscious of how the singlet was riding up his butt. He stepped out from behind the screen and was stunned to see just how tight the singlet was in the mirror.

“Well slip me a pill, slap me around and call me Betty! Are you sure you wanna wear that in a gay bar sugar?”

Theo gulped as he saw the thin lycra stretched ridiculously tight across his bulky body. “I guess so. I wanna wrestle, so . . .”

‘Okay but be warned – you will get mobbed looking like that.”

Theo tilted his head to the side like a big, confused puppy. “Why?”

The drag queen laughed and shook her head. “You’ll see! Wait here and I’ll call you out.”

Theo nodded and once he was alone, he tried to pull the lycra free from his furry butt crack. He stretched out his arms and his legs as he waited to be called and after a few minutes, he heard Miss Hose’s voice over a microphone.

“And our competitor for tonight . . . give a Fire Hose welcome to . . . THEO!”

Theo pushed open the door and was met with the sight of hundreds of guys packed together. They cheered and wolf whistled as he pushed his way through the crowd towards a spotlight and the drag queen. He felt people touch his arms, his chest and even his butt. Theo wasn’t fazed by that sort of attention, but given his horny state, it certainly wasn’t helping him keep his attention off of his dick.

It was as he got into the open space with a wrestling mat that he saw the guy that must be Miguel. He was absolutely huge! A tower of thick muscle and handsome features in a black singlet. He was taller than Theo by a good 4 inches and was probably wider in the shoulders, not to mention much trimmer in the waist.

As hard as he tried, Theo couldn’t ever remember wrestling Miguel. He’d have definitely remembered a match with someone so much bigger than him.

“Competitors to the mat,” Miss Hose yelled into the mic. “Take the neutral position.”

“Hey Miguel,” Theo said as he took his position.

Miguel raised his eyebrows. “You don’t remember me at all, do you?”

Theo shook his head. ‘Sorry man. I don’t. I wrestled a lot of guys in high school and college.”

“How many of those guys did you leave sobbing on the mat after you ripped their singlets off and exposed their tighty whities to the whole school?”

Theo had a sudden flashback to senior year at high school. A tall, lanky junior had been his opponent and he wanted to show the idiot why he was the best. He’d destroyed the kid before ripping his singlet open and walking off. He hadn’t paid attention to what he was wearing until he’d seen the pics online after.

“But you were so skinny and that was high school,’ Theo rumbled dumbly.

“I’m not now. Game on!”

Theo suddenly realised what a bad idea this match was. Miguel could destroy him in seconds. What had he been thinking just turning up to a random fight?

Miss Hose blew a whistle and Miguel immediately slammed into him; their shoulders locked together.

“Is the see-through singlet intentional?” Miguel whispered in his ear.

Theo looked down and was shocked to see that the bright lights on the mat had made his threadbare singlet practically transparent. He could see the fur on his stomach, not to mention the straps of his jock.

Before Theo could open his mouth to respond, Miguel spun to the side and wrapped one of his huge muscular arms around Theo’s thick neck putting him in a head lock.

“I really hope that jock’s clean,’ Miguel said into his ear as people whistled and cheered.

Theo didn’t have a chance to ask Miguel why when he felt Miguel’s free hand suddenly grab the back of his singlet and pull. The overstretched material took barely any additional strain to rip and within seconds, the lycra split down Theo’s back, stopping just below the waistband of his jock so that his furry crack was on show.

“Wait! What are you doing?” Theo yelped trying to break the head lock.

Miguel released the head lock and shoved Theo backwards on to the mat. Theo felt his singlet rip further as his cheeks connected with the mat.

In his seated position, Theo was suddenly conscious that the exposure and the adrenaline were having a completely undesired effect on his dick, which was starting to harden in his worn jock.

“Check out that hairy butt!”

“Yas Daddy!”

“Take it all off stud!”

The yells weren’t helping Theo’s dick and his lack of attention meant that Miguel had no problem coming behind him and putting him into a rear chin lock that made him yelp.

As Theo tried to get Miguel off of him, his cock reached full mast and he shifted even more on the mat. The jock was tight before and it was nearly unbearable now.

With Theo distracted, Miguel released one of his hands to rip the front of Theo’s singlet which tore down the chest and stomach like a hot knife through butter.

“Dude! Lay off the singlet!” Theo yelled.

Aside from it being his favourite college singlet, Theo was now very conscious that his bulging jock would be even more on show.

Miguel laughed. “Dude, are you getting off on this?”

“No! I don’t do guys. I just . . . I’ve been doing No-Nut November and I’m really . . .”

Miguel laughed even harder and released the chin lock. “Oh, this just got even better!”

Theo jumped to his feet ready to defend himself and preserve some dignity, but as he stood to his full height, the remains of his singlet floated to the floor, leaving him stood in nothing but his sweaty jock and his trainers and socks.

The cheers were deafening as Miguel bounced behind Theo and clamped his arms around his torso. The rear bear hug hurt like hell, but what was worse was that Theo’s front was completely exposed to the bar. His cock was now pulsing inside the tight jock, and he could feel the head pressing against the waistband trying to lengthen out.

“I think we need a little more exposure,” Miguel yelled behind him.

“No, wait, please,” Theo whimpered as he tried to shake Miguel off.

Miguel released one hand, grabbed the waistband of Theo’s jock and yanked it as hard as he could. The old elastic snapped with a loud twang and came free in Miguel’s hand.

Theo’s cock sprang free and slapped against his gut, the head shiny with precum.

The guys in the bar went crazy seeing the two hulks fighting and now that one of them was butt naked, they could barely contain themselves.

Theo was in a frenzy. He’d never been owned on the mat by anyone, and as if that wasn’t humiliating enough, he was naked and his cock was ready to explode.

“Miguel, let me go now bud. You win alright,’ Theo begged.

“No chance. This is way too much fun. You might not be into guys, but I am.”

Theo wriggled even harder, but Miguel slammed him forward on to the mat, his dick driving against the rubber. Miguel sat on his back and locked his thighs so that Theo couldn’t move his arms.

Precum leaked from Theo’s dick on to the mat and he couldn’t stop himself from grinding his dick against it as he tried to get free from Miguel. Unfortunately, after nearly a month of not jerking off, Theo was in ecstasy and was moaning against the mat as his cock slid back and forth.

“Fuck dude, are you humping the mat?” Miguel asked as he felt Theo bucking.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

Theo couldn’t control himself as he felt his balls tighten and the best orgasm of his life exploded out of him. Miguel jumped off of him and spun Theo over just in time for the first shot of cum to land on his furry chest.

The crowd screamed and laughed as Theo painted his chest, chin, and stomach in cum.

“Well boys, I think everyone is a winner tonight. Give it up for Miguel and our explosive guest, Theo!”

Theo barely heard what the drag queen said as he climbed to his feet and pushed his way to the dressing room. Cum was drying all over his body as guys groped and stroked him, but all Theo could think about was how he wanted it to happen all over again.

[gay-roman-fantasy]

In the Catacombs

[misterjauthor]

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.”

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Fishing Trip

Anthony wanted to go fishing one random day. We had been going almost every Saturday since we were kids but on a Thursday, and we both were off he was ready to head to our fishing spot. He picked me up in his truck, all that we need was in the back. I had asked what was the occasion of going today instead of our usual day. "You'll find out soon," he said. And my heart went in total anxiety. Once we were there, Anthony put the truck in park. He sat there and gave a deep breath. His hair was long, his body was slim, and from what I've seen he has one amazing piece. "What is it?" I asked. Then he turned and looked me into the eyes. "I have to piss," he said. My first thought was okay then? But then I was thinking of how that was my top fetish. A man's piss. Either just seeing them piss or have them piss on me. He jumped out of the truck and went in front of the truck. I expected him to have his back to me. Which he did but then I saw him pull his jeans down to his shoes, revealing his slim ass. Not plump but quite satisfying to look at, and was quite hairy as well. He then started taking off his shirt. Then he bent down, revealing his ass more to where I almost see the hole, he was undoing his shoes and taking them off along with his socks. Then he turned, with more reveal, his dick was soft and hanging out from his bushy pubes. He stood there looking at me with all his nakedness and my dick was getting very thick between my jeans. His next action made my heart and dick jump sky high. He started to piss. He then started to play in his piss. Flinging his dick up and down, making his slim body wet, also hitting his mouth. He raised his dick up till he was drenching himself with his piss. I hesitantly stepped out of the truck keeping my eye on him. I slipped my shirt off, undid my pants and pulled my shoes off till I was only in my socks like Anthony. I walked towards him and once I was really close he grabbed my head and pulled me into a kiss. Our bodies grind together as we kissed fiercely, feeling the wetness of his piss. We broke apart as he raised his dick up and started to piss again upon me. Warm and wet, I did the same raising my dick to release my golden fountain on his skin. The warmth made both of us moan and kiss. When we were done, Anthony turned towards a picnic table and walked to bend over it. “Do whatever you want with it,” Anthony said. I stepped towards his hairy ass and bent a knee till his ass was in my face. I planted my face into his, laying my tongue on his opening, tasting the mix of musk and sweat and I went hard. I kept licking and Anthony moaned with pleasure on each lick. “Fuck me please,” Anthony begged. I stood to place the head of my dick towards his opening. My spit was enough to slip in easily. Anthony moaned loud as my shaft stretched him out. I stayed inside, making Anthony squeeze in around my dick. I then thrust more and more until I was going in harder and harder. Anthony screamed to fuck him harder until I was ready to come. “Wait,” Anthony said. Just then he forced me out of him and he turned to bend in front of my dick. I jerked my dick, screamed in the wood and came hard all over Anthony’s face and some in his mouth. Then Anthony moaned loud and I looked down to see his dick squirt out his white stuff. Anthony stood and kissed me, his mouth still with my cum. “Let’s go fishing,” he finally said.

[gayeroticafiction]

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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