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I’d only been with my bird for a couple of months when I told her about how Gavin felt about me and how close we were as mates. Thing is, me and Gavin had wanked each other off before, just like lots of mates do, so yeah – the thought of doing things with my gay mate while my bird watched got me well excited. He’s got a nice big cock, my mate Gavin. I thought me and my mate were just gonna wank each other off but no, he got his tongue right up my bum. And anyway, Gavin’s tongue felt amazing up my bum, just think what it’d feel like with his cock up inside me.
After reviewing the gay pages of several sites, I decided to go the Action Bar. I had never been there, but its promise of a cruising area and a large dark room appealed to me just fine. He pushed his ass back into my hard dick whilst bending over a little bit. I started to really lick his ass hole, pushing hard with my tongue to get in a bit. Frank turned his head around and whispered urgently he wanted me, my dick, in his ass, right now. I stood up, opened his cheeks a bit further with my hands and put the tip of my dick against, his ass hole. Apparently I as too cautious as Frank started to push his ass against my dick.
Bryce knew that Jeremy was cool, but Kyle was excited to see him for other reasons: Jeremy’s masculine good looks, taut muscles, and unmistakable bulge were just three of them. “We’re both athletes, I think we’ve both seen enough other dudes in the shower before.” Bryce laughed, “Very true, very true.” He reached behind Jeremy to get his deodorant, brushing both his upper arm and towel-covered leg against Jeremy’s tight frame. Jeremy bit the bottom of Bryce’s lip and sensually tugged at it, and Bryce responded by grabbing Jeremy’s ass, pulling him in, and shoving his tongue as far into Jeremy’s willing throat as possible. Soon, the two of them had a rhythm; still making out, Bryce had his finger fucking Jeremy’s asshole to the same beat that Jeremy was jack Bryce’s cock.
Mac was there, and informed me that Sparky and Tang would not be coming to the bar that evening. As Sparky and I were drying off the last of the dishes, Mac and Tang moved through to the lounge and got into a sixty-nine position on one of the huge sofas. Sparky moved me over to the action, before instructing me to give Mac a hand, servicing Tang’s fat cock. Sparky and I resumed our attention to Tang’s fat dick, and balls, as Mac got into a steady rhythm spearing into me. Tang stood over my body, with his cock pointing towards Sparky’s mouth, and Mac moved behind Tang inserting his knob into Tang’s butthole.
My eyes moved up his body to his face, a smirk played upon his mouth, his full kissable lips taunting me. I don’t know what came over me, both the feeling of his strong hand grabbing my leg and the buzz of the alcohol messed with my mind. “You seem a little nervous, Mr Robinson,” he said, as he placed his hand on my leg. As I tore off my t-shirt he began to place kisses on my hairless chest, eliciting moans from me, as his mouth found my nipple. I reached out and held my legs in place near my chest, so I was looking between them as he made love to my cock with his mouth.
By the time Tom commenced popping his huge dick-head in and out of Lourens’ sphincter, Lourens began to howl. As Rod began to unload, Charlie pulled his dick out of Lourens’ throat and swiftly moved to the other side of the sling. As Charlie fucked him Rod moved to Lourens’ head and began smearing his cum covered knob all over Lourens’ face. Above Lourens face he began to notice that Rod’s dick was once more fully erect, and when Rod moved to the other side of the sling, he knew he was going to be fucked once more. As Lourens’ torso lay over the sling Blackie would lovingly stroke his back as he leisurely fucked Lourens’ arse, and then, when Lourens got pulled upwards again Blackie’s hands would caress Lourens’ stomach and chest.
Once the entire foreskin had creased behind the ridge of Zeke’ cock-head, he moved forward again and placed the head of his knob on Phillip’s tongue. With both his hands now securing Phillip’s head, Zeke pushed his dick ever forward as saliva began to build. As he slowly withdrew his knob from Phillip’s mouth he said, “I hope your other hole is more accommodating.” Zeke then pulled his shorts and underpants up over his crotch, before bending over and securing Phillip’s right wrist in his left hand. After a short while, when their breathing began to return to normal, Zeke scooped up all the jizz off Phillip’s body before serving Phillip the fruits of their combined labours.
He leaps atop a large round table, raises his arms and bellows “The Dread Fierce Arden” (the words echo through the empty courtyard) “is no hero at all!” He beckons me to join him. Sobbing.” Warner sweeps a hand from chest to stem: “My seedwyt was still on him; was in my—” His bottom lip quivers. Warner grabs my sleepover from the floor and throws it over his head as Parker meets him beside the table. I'm to be a suitable lifemate – or find a suitable mate – to bear the seed of our next Commandant; one to carry on the Arden name.” As I process these words she says, “You are unsuitable for that purpose, but Justice has chosen you.” I recall what Warner told me in his moment of vulnerability and tell her, “He didn't want anything to happen....”
During the following week, Wray made a decision to call it a day with his amateur fighting career. Wray started yelping as I began pushing my hand into him. The following week, Wray spent every night at my place. Wray and I agreed to meet at my place after the party and left my parents’ home at the same time. I had mentally prepared for this and bit on the ball-gag with all my might, as Wray started agitating his hand. Next, Wray placed his thumb into the palm of his hand and started pushing into me. Wray kept this up for a few minutes before he began punching my arse as his fist went completely in and out of me.
The other thing we noticed was that many of the straight guys at the gym, quite liked to take our cocks up their arses, for like the MuscleCock competitors, they enjoyed a dose of anal stimulation in addition to regular male-female sex. I went round the table and thrust my rock hard cock into Chris’s mouth and Simon and I managed to climax together so that Chris had our cum shot into him at both ends simultaneously. Simon then offered Chris his butt to fuck, this time face down and again Chris started to perform valiantly but by way of a surprise as everything was going so well, I decided to give Chris a shock and pushed my cock deep into his anus.
I lay there on the sofa, proper stretched out, hands behind my head, squirming around with my Mum’s boyfriend licking and sucking my balls and tossing my nob. I felt well dirty, squirming around naked on the sofa with my Mum’s boyfriend licking my bum and jacking my dick. Uncle Bob, he brought his tongue out of my bum and he spit in his hand, slapped his big cock in his wet palm, covered his cock with his spit. It took some time but he got it all inside me, every fucking inch of Uncle Bob’s big hot cock up my tight bum. I loved it when he pushed back in nice and slow and I got just better and better squeezing his cock with my arse the longer he fucked me.
Black leather gloves reached down and offered a hand; hauled him to his feet, pulling hard enough the Shaun stumbled, hands catching on the jacket. Pushed back to his knees, the biker stood over him legs spread, one hand still gripping his cock, dome of his head showing above the black gloves. Tongue caressing under the knob of the corona, Shaun sucked harder, using his hand to surround the cool skin of the biker, twisting and gripping as he worked it. Shaun slid his hand along his pounding, tight cock easing the throb; twinge aching deep, beyond his balls. Released from the grip of those harsh fingers, Shaun collapsed against the car’s bonnet, aware of his heart thudding in his chest, gasping, filling his air starved lungs.
Alighting from the vehicle, a lanky rough looking man approached us and introduced himself as Rod. Rod’s hands were mucky, and although his fingernails were short, his nails had dark peripheries. Offering to assist Doris I was bluntly told by Rod, “that’s women’s work, and your help isn’t required.” I was then invited into the man-cave to watch television. Seated directly next to me, with his left arm slumped around my shoulders, Rod pushed his right hand into his tracksuit pants. The following morning I was introduced to the usual Sunday routine in this household; Doris would prepare food, place it in the warmer drawer, then leave for her sister’s house at ten-thirty a.m. There she would spend the rest of the day, and evening, only returning early on Monday mornings.
"Are you ready to get hard again?" I asked "Of course, but wouldn't you like me to..." I cut him off in mid sentence"I want to get you hard again and stick you cock in my ass,ok?" He layed back. I started stroking his cock and rubbing his balls while he layed on his back and retreived some k-y jelly out of a drawer next to the bed. He watched as I put my lubed finger in my ass, played with his rapidly stiffening cock and teased him by placing only the head o f my cock near his lips so I could deliver to him a couple of drops of cum my cock had allowed to dribble out the end.
As we continued with the test my mind kept fluttering back to the way he caressed my hand, and the deep, almost sexy tone of his voice. At the same time his hand shifted from my leg, and cupped my cock, slowly massaging my throbbing shaft through my trousers. “Your friend Jack was begging me to fuck his brains out again after I’d cum in his arse,” he said, the smirk returning to his face. “I’m much better,” I breathed, staring deep into his blue eyes, and giving him the longest don’t-stop-fucking-me look that I could possibly give. I let out a moan of delight as my tongue wormed its way between his pouting lips, our mouths opened as I french kissed him deeply, and passionately.
Happy that the ensemble was contented, Bobby pushed Chuck against the wall before their hands got to work on one another’s dicks. Buster, as he would come to know, was a ‘poser.’ A pumped-up gym bunny that couldn’t fight his way out of a wet paper packet and Bobby instinctively knew that he could snap him like a twig. Once they got to the motel room Buster asked for a beer. As Bobby looked at Buster’s magnificent body and the incredible bubble butt that awaited him on the bed, his mouth watered. Bobby let Buster squeal for several seconds before stating; “Now you now know your place, bitch… who’s your fucking daddy?”
As Roland took hold of Rusty’s knob he watched in awe as the cock began expanding in girth. Roland then commenced pushing a second finger into Rusty’s hole and in anticipation of a possible overreaction, really began smacking Rusty’s backside very hard. Next, Roland gripped hold of the skin above Rusty’s arse and as his fingers compressed the flesh, he commenced pulling Rusty onto his cock manically. After slowly removing his dick, he said, “Don’t move, Rusty, just stay exactly as you are.” Roland now walked to the cupboard and selected a nice sized butt plug. Rusty’s more powerful hands also clamped Roland’s backside far harder, and Roland knew that he would be sporting the bruises of their encounter for a few days.
“You want your cock to be right in between my cock and his, don’t you?” I was stroking his nice dick this whole time, of course, and smearing his slimy precum all around on his cockhead, and I felt it flex when Dylan said that, so I nodded at Dyl to go beneath the table and finish the guy off, but Dyl shook his head. “You want that cock in you?” I asked, kneeling in front of Dylan and sucking him, pressing my finger into his ass and also gently massaging his balls because I knew exactly how Dylan liked it and it made my guy groan and thrust at me, and fuck my face some, even, before he pulled out and moved Scott into the position he wanted him in.
I knew I had to relax, so I slowly breathed in and out until I felt the top of his cock slip into my ass. Then he took his cock out, leaving me begging to put it back in and then, he would do exactly that and push it all the way back in until I heard his thighs slap against my ass. A few moments later Allan guided my arms to my sides, sat up straight, positioned my ass perfectly in front of him and started stroking my dick. Suddenly Allan took out his cock and my asshole started to contract rapidly as if it was trying to get used to something it was not or to regain something it had lost.
Although he doesn’t seem involved in what I’m doing to him, his dick never falters, it remains as stiff as any cock can be and the pre-cum never stops oozing from the slit. He doesn’t want to moan when my tongue is up his ass or when his throbbing cock head is deep in my throat, but he does in spite of himself. His long cock showed clearly on film, slick and shiny, as he sawed my ass with a steady drive -- in and out, in and out. He lets me suck his long dick and slide my tongue under his foreskin, but he never holds my cock.
Without pause Dieter lifted Tommy off his seat and after clamping Tommy’s body in his right arm, his left hand drew Tommy’s head towards his lips. Not long after, Tommy’s body was turned and as he felt torso being pushed downwards, Max’s strong hands took hold of his head, completing Tommy’s journey towards Max’s pungent crotch. Axel also began to lick Tommy’s head, occasionally turning it from side to side as he leisurely pummelled Tommy arse. Tommy and Markus toyed with one another’s cocks, as Herman began his unhurried entrance into Tommy’s arse. Not long after that, Markus began orchestrating matters by suggesting that Herman lie on the bunk, and that Tommy impale himself on Herman’ knob.
At the table Chris told us that Antonio, the manager of Big Mac’s Gym where we all worked out regularly had decided to hold a New Year’s Eve Fuck-Fest to which all his clients, whether gay or straight were invited. As Antonio had warned everyone, tonight was a free-for-all, so it was up to each guy to protect his own arse from the odd stray cock and if anyone got taken unawares, as had the young stud whom Chris had chosen for his post Fuckathon fuck, there could be no recriminations!
Yan said he was always tired after a day in the competition and wanted only to come back to the hotel and have a welcoming cock waiting for him there so that he could really enjoy a calm moment of release, and to have his butt fucked in private by an experienced guy with whom he could empathise. The day before I was due to fly back to New York, Yan decided to organise a party for the NBAs, for he had realised that they received very little recognition for their part in the contest and might themselves like to have a chance to fuck butt rather than to be perpetually raped, for that is what their job really amounted to – letting the horny contestants rape their anuses both before and after their appearance on stage.
Allegedly, when he met up with a male that he wanted to have sex with he always set a challenge; stating that the guy with the biggest cock got to fuck the other one's arse. One Tuesday night at the truck stop I met Ilyich. Ilyich immediately began whimpering like a horny slut as my tongue speared his butt. Once I commenced spearing into him in a staccato fashion, my right hand swung like a pendulum as I started slapping his cock and balls. Ilyich immediately began tugging on his dick excitedly. As I commenced slapping his confined nut-sac, Ilyich’s hands clamped my backside so hard that I thought he was about to swallow my dick. I always hoped that both Ilyich and Maxwell would arrive at the truck stop on the same evening.