As much of a mess as my husband and I make of our toys, I never feel bad for them. This one was mine—the boy behind the counter at the coffee shop by my office. He worked up the courage to write “Daddy” on my coffee cup one day, and I was more than happy to let him blow me in the restroom.
It was almost cute how the novice baby gay could barely get his lips around my cock. But his ass opened readily enough for me—and now for Barry. Looking at the mixture of our loads draining out of the exhausted barista, I felt my still-leaking manhood stiffening again and thought, “Why not? He still has his legs in the air.” The boy was just looking for a daddy, but Barry and I always share.
"C’mon sport, it’s time to lose the suit," my stepfather chastised as he leaned out of the pool, "It’s just us guys and you’ve got nothing to hide." I dropped my suit and the contrast between us couldn’t have been more stark. Even having just graduated college, I didn’t have a single hair on my chest and my semi-hard cock was still half the size of his swinging soft flesh. The smirk that crossed his face was barely noticeable, but that didn’t stop me.
The man stood even prouder now that I’d complied, dropping back into the pool and urging me to follow. A source of my reluctance to strip down, Paul didn’t waste time before he started roughhousing with me in the water. During a struggle with him, he managed to dunk me under the water. I accidentally pushed forward, squishing my face against his large, furry cock and balls.
He quickly released me, but against my cheek I felt a rush of blood making his cock stiffen. “Sorry about that, bud,” he hastily said, but he watched my reaction closely—noticing the way I looked at him. And my attention only made his manhood grow faster. He gave me that smirk again and retracted, “Or maybe I’m not.” A strong hand landed on my shoulder, gently pushing me back below as he swung his hips forward to rub my face in his furry crotch. I was eager to swallow that long shaft, and seeing how it grew I finally knew he was too.
"Help yourself, kid," my brother-in-law saw, as he finally let me find out what my sister saw in him—or, more appropriately, felt in her. With the pace at which it grew, I had the sense that I’d shortly be feeling it too.
You could deride him as a horndog for fucking his wife’s college boy brother, but if I had a cock like his I’d be rearing to use it anytime, anywhere.
"Well, it sounds like we have a deal then," he leaned forward with his fingers locked, an eager smile on his face. We sat there for a moment, a man with too much money to spend and a student with bills to pay and an ass too hot to give away for free, and just let it sink in.
Your good friend Ike from college… He’s 6’-5” of solid muscle and hair. He’s always hard at just the right moments.
It’s been 10 years since graduation, but you still get together each time he comes to town.
Nobody fucks you like Ike. For Ike, no one responds to his fucking like you do. The ties are strong. The ties will bind forever.
You never get over the guy who takes your virginity.
They are quite alike in many ways. The way the two of them both bend down to retrieve at the same time. The way they both reached back and landed a hand right below their ass. I am sure they are probably struggling over the same thing. They wanted to touch their assholes, their puffy swollen well fucked jock holes. They wanted to survey the damage, the damage my thick cock caused them by fucking them all night and again earlier this morning.
They are also scared. Scared that my loads, which I never given them the case to get rid of, might come dripping out and their fucked up and stretched out cum dumpster of a jock pussy cannot hold it in.
It was fun, so much fun, to have both of them on their backs, legs wide open and up in the air. The shy looks they gave each other as I used my fingers to push their man cunts open is just so entertaining.
And I made them hold each other’s legs up as I fucked each one. Making each of them instrumental in the taking of the other’s cherry virgin ass.
I made them taste their first cock at the same time. Pushing their heads together until both of them stick their tongue out and make out with the head of my cock separating their lips.
I fed both of them, at the same time, a load of my cum. Each of them learned the taste of my cum at the same time, the first taste of another cum that ever coated their tongues.
While I would like to, I unfortunately wasn’t able to breed both their asses as the same time. I figured they deserved more than me pulling out half way to give half of my load to the other. Instead, I made it a point to fuck each of them as close together as possible so that both are used as a jock pussy within the same hour.
I am a big advocate that they shared everything. And that it is of utmost importance that they share it together.
I glanced at my phone. My phone which I knew was recording the entire time. It captured every moment of the action. They don’t know about it, but I am sure they will look back with fondness that I had documented this life changing and life defining moment for them.
They will watch it, probably together, once I provide it to them. Kind of like a family movie featuring the two brothers.
But that have to wait. They will watch it, eventually anyway. But first.
I am going to need it to blackmail their father.
I’m dating an A lister. I mean, John is perfect. 32 yo, 6’2” 190#, brown hair, green eyes. Perfect body, model face, big dick. Not to sell myself short, but I’m definitely not in his league. What he sees in me I’m not 100% sure, but I go with the flow and enjoy every moment.
I will say, the guy’s a selfish prick when it comes to sex. I can’t blame him. Maybe I enable it. But ever since I first went down on him, that’s all he wants. A blow job. Whenever he gets horny, he’ll strip off his pants and wave his big, thick erection my way. “C’mon, Matt,” he’ll plead. He doesn’t have to spell it out for me. We both know what he’s asking for.
I may ask why we don’t ever do anything else. But inevitably, I get between his legs and take his succulent prick in my mouth and go to work. It’s a reward to feel his fingers run through my hair or his grip on my shoulders as I fellate the big guy.
"That’s it, buddy. You’re awesome," he’ll say.
It’s silly, but seeing my adorable fella wear that hoodie always puts a smile on my face. It was the first gift I gave him and he might even actually like it—or at least he’s a great actor. Perhaps the number of times he’s fucked me while wearing it has had some bearing on his perception. Who would have known we’d have lasted this long? If I had, I might have picked a different color…
Such a handsome fella, and that is one perfect manly hand.
Welcome to your first day on the job faggot. As your boss I wanted to personally make you feel welcome. So get on your fucking knees and suck my dick.
A phenomenal welcoming committee. If you’re good, you’ll even get a party with all the men on staff.
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