amandahuggenkiss1

    “Adam, what are you doing?” I asked as I approached him next to the pool with his legs up while he ran his tattooed hand and long fingers over his butthole.

    “Just getting my pussy ready for your big cock,” he replied as he continued to play with his hole.

    I looked around to make sure his Dad or someone else wasn’t watching from inside or something. I watched him finger himself as he watched me.

    “Adam, your Dad told me you would give me a birthday gift he got for me,” I said as my cock grew in my shorts.

    “And I will,” Adam said. “But first, I want you to breed my hole with that big dick.”

    I looked around again wondering if his Dad was fucking with me. His Dad had hinted that he knew I was into guys and had said his son “took cock.” My brain told me to get the fuck out of there but my dick told me to dump a load in that hot hole first.

    “Why are you doing this?” I asked exasperated.

    “Because we both like men,” Adam replied with a smirk. “I know you want this tight hole, and I want that thick cock inside me and those big balls to slap against me.”

    I rubbed my cock through my shorts as sweat collected on my bald head. Adam looked so much like his Dad, and I knew this was the closest I’d ever get to fucking his Dad.

    “How do you know I have a big cock?” I asked generally curious.

    “Parker told me you filled his hole up and fucked him good at his Dad’s house,” Adam said. “Even said his Dad got in on the action too and fucked your ass.”

    Fuck, I’d completely forgotten my neighbor’s boy was friends with Adam. My cock was now leaking in my briefs.

    “And you decided you wanted me to fuck you right hear where your Dad could find us?” I asked. “Not smart.”

    “There’s something hot about fucking your friend’s son by the pool you always swim in where he could catch you, don’t you think, Frank?” Adam asked seductively.

    I pulled down my zipper and pulled my shorts off in seconds and then pulled my shirt off. This arrogant fucker was going to get exactly what he wanted — a hard fuck from his Dad’s hairy bald friend. I keep my body in shape and know I’m a handsome guy, but the fact that Adam was into someone my age turned me on.

    I stroked my hard cock as I bent down and ran my face across his hole letting my beard tickle him. He smelled so fucking delicious. I needed to eat that pink hole and ran my tongue over his pucker as he moaned.

    “Eat my ass, Frank,” Adam begged. “Get my hole nice and wet for your big cock, sexy.”

    I worked my tongue in and around his delicious hole as I made eye contact with him. I loved to eat a man’s ass but could hardly wait to get my dripping dick inside him.

    “Your Dad doesn’t know how sweet his son’s pussy is,” I said before going back in for more.

    “Fuck, I wish he was into this shit,” Adam moaned. “I wish he’d lick my pussy and shoot his load deep inside my faggot ass.”

    Adam’s admission had my cock rock hard as I savored the taste of his butt. My primal sexual urges kicked in and I needed to mount this beautiful man. I stood and then leaned down and kissed him deeply as our tongues worked around each other’s mouths. Adam was tasting how amazing his own hole was as he sucked on my tongue.

    “Fuck I taste good,” Adam said with a big smile.

    “Best fucking hole, dude,” I moaned before kissing him again.

    He finally broke our kiss and begged for me to enter him. He needed my cock inside of him right now. I stood and spit in my hand and coated my aching dick before hastily jamming it inside his wet hole. I immediately started hammering his butt with my cock knowing he was ready for me.

    “Fuck me, man,” Adam moaned loudly. “Fuck, your cock is so deep in my pussy, stud.”

    “Take my thick cock, faggot,” I moaned back as I tried to catch my breath. “God, your hole is so fucking tight and wet.”

    I railed Adam’s ass as we agin made eye contact and I leaned down and made out with him again. The little fucker was an amazing kisser which turned me on even more. Adam smelled just like his Dad does when we work out and it lingered in my nose.

    Sweat covered us both as my balls slapped against the young stud. I could only imagine how good this kid was going to be at sex when he was my age. I couldn’t get enough of him as I kissed his neck and sucked on his nipples. His smooth body was a perfect contrast to my hairy chest and scruffy beard. We complimented each other perfectly as I fucked his shaved hole.

    “I’m not going to last much longer, you fucking dirty slut,” I cried.

    “Shoot deep in my pussy, old man,” Adam begged. “Fucking knock me up, you dirty old faggot.”

    The thought of knocking Adam up sent me over the edge for some reason, and my sticky cum shot deep into his guts as he fucked himself on my cock. He was laying on his back actually fucking himself on my cock as I tried to regain my composure.

    “Fuck, I’m going to shoot!” He cried as his cum flew into the air and covered his own face and hairless chest.

    The 20-something little slut was covered in his own cum as I leaned down and licked the warm jizz from his face and body and kissed him. We made out for about a minute before I needed to stand and I looked around. That’s when I saw Adam’s cocky bitch of a Dad standing at the back door with a shit-eating grin holding a bottle of Jack.

    “Happy birthday, you old faggot,” he said as he raised the bottle. “Thought I’d give you and Adam both something you wanted.”

    wanna-look

    I was so nervous. I was invited over to hang out with my girlfriend's dad. This was a big moment i hadn't been able to really establish a connection with him. He was intimidating and so fucking hot. I hadn't told anyone about that side of me, but it made talking to him even worse. But at my girls insistence i arranged a spa day for her mom, little sister, and herself and i would hang around with her dad all day.

    I was nervous but as i waived off the car, in usual fashion my girlfriend was running behind and she basically had to quickly drop me off and grab her mom and sister to make the start of their day of luxury and relaxation.

    Going into the house i hollered out for him "Mr. JOHANSON! IT'S TAYLOR, HERE TO HANG OUT!" It was a minute or two before i heard his deep voice calling me from the kitchen. I took a deep breath and pushed through their swinging door and my breath immediately escaping my lungs. He turned and looked at me as his smooth ass was on full display; "I know what you want, and you might as well call me Daddy for today." My cock was stretching the front of my slacks. I was awkwardly staring at him until he pulled his cheeks apart and showed me his tight pick hole. "Well did i lube up by mistake and misread?"

    "No Mr. Johan--" he cut me off with a look... "im sorry no daddy you didn't misread me..." i dropped my pants and stroked my 9 inches slowly while slowly moving closer. "Mmmm good - that's it boy, got a large cock to give daddy's needy hole?" I couldn't believe this intimidating man was talking like this to me, my cock was leaking and as my head made contact with his pucker. It sent a jolt of electricity through my body, as i slowly pushed into him it was like someone hooked a battery up to me. My body was humming as his tight, warmth squeezed my dick. I fought the urge to plow right past his ring and bury myself fully into him. Once i did bottom out in him though, he smiled back and told me to enjoy it, we had all day. It didn't take me long to lose my first load in him. But he was true to his word, we kept going all day and the hottest was when he let me fuck him missionary on my girlfriends bed. He was so much better of a fuck than she could ever be.

    wanna-look

    Shit… where do i start?

    Well… let’s see… my wife, is such an incredible woman, having given me 2 beautiful kids, working so hard and always being supportive. She’s our breadwinner, working as a head of her department working for the biggest company in town. Easily doubling or tripling what i bring home, but she never complained or was upset with me - she knew my passion was for teaching. I did occasionally get jealous about it, and put myself down. That’s kinda where my life started to drastically change, see… her 73 year old assistant had recently retired to spend more time with the grandkids and family. She took a chance and hired a fresh outta college 22 year old. Craig was my wifes diamond in the rough. She went on and on about him, and while our sex life felt cold before hand afterwards it drifted to an early grave. I got angry one night and we argued that she was in love with him and i was hoping they weren’t sleeping together. She dismissed my concerns and just told me he is gay, never saying she wasn’t interested or anything. It began nagging at me. So one day, i played hookey and went to check out this craig. Being a nice office and not wanting to be seen as out of place i wore a nice suit to play the role. My goal was ultimately to see how accurate my suspicions were.

    Well i took a big sucker punch to the stomach when i was spying around the corner and saw Craig was not some pretty frat boy that was obviously gay. He was built and, while yes he kept himself looking sharp i spose, he had a rugged quality about him. I put my back into the wall and was trying to remain calm when he rounded the corner and knocked me off my feet, spilling coffee all over me. I was shocked and upset, ready to cry. He apologized and helped me up, pulling me to a private bathroom and closing it up trying to help me get cleaned up. I apolozied to him and told him that his girlfriend was lucky to have a guy who knew so much about stains and was so kind. He just chuckled thanking me but informing me he was gay. I played rhe role of non believer and told him no way he was gay, that would be a gigantic loss to the women all over. I was looking in the mirror trying to regain myself whem i felt his hands on my hips and his deep voice in my ear, “trust me… if i wasn’t gay… i wouldn’t be fighting to not bend you over this sink and fuck your tight lil bubble ass.” With the last line he pushed what felt like a large cock against my ass, he was not shy. I was blushing red, but not pushing away. I told him I was married, and he just shrugged, not moving away from me.

    Finally my senses kicked in and i broke free and ran out of there. Fast forward a week and i was in the gym shower, still replaying those moments in my head with my back to the entrance when i heard him. “Damn i knew it would be amazing, but i didn’t know it would be that good.” I turned around wide eyed and saw Craig leaning against the wall with a hard cock jutting out in front of him. His body was lightly furred, and he had a lot of tattoos.

    My voice was squeaky when i said his name and he just smiled at me. “You do remember me huh? I wouldn’t say you were interested if your cock wasn’t also standing at attention right now…” nodding at me, i had not been aware my cock had woken up and was not showinf what it had to offer… while im not shy about it… Craig definitely had me beat. “I’m married… i.. cant… i never….” he came right up to me and pushed me against the wall.

    “Shhh baby boy… i can fix all of your problems…” he kissed me softly, and as someone who never kissed a man or even looked at a guy like that in my life… it was electric and made my body tingle. I couldn’t breath when it was done and he asked if he could make me feel special… i knew i should have ran away again, but i was so intrigued… i nodded and he guided me to get dressed and then to his car. I barely remember anything between the gym and getting into his nice little place and us getting naked together again. He was gentle, encouraging, and let me get used to my knew opportunities. He fucked me slowly, and made out with me like we were old lovers. When i left my whole world felt differently. He never knew who i was, but insisted that he put his number in my phone. We have been texting non-stop… and one day without thinking i went to see my wife, apologize for another fight and he finally put 2 and 2 together. He grinned stupidly and big, motioning towards the bathroom of our first encounter then excused himself. When i got there the door was open and he was naked. “So mr. Boss… are you still mine?” I stared into his eyes stripping while nodding. I dont know how i fell in love with my bosses assistant or how he seems to also be in the same spot…

    you2knowit

    I’d fuckin tap that

    milguy2041

    It’s nephews’ weekend at Uncle Frank’s. The four boys love to spend the weekend with their father Jim’s older “bachelor” brother. By the end of the weekend Uncle Frank is nothing more the a stinking worn out fag dripping sweat, spit, piss & cum from his mouth & stretched out cunt. The faggot will be taking off work Monday & Tuesday - until his puffy, swollen lips & throat are back to normal, but he’ll be wearing a diaper for the rest of the week until his gapping pussy begins to close up. In two weeks Uncle Frank will be back 100% and ready when the nephews return, this time with a few of their best buddies.

    you2knowit

    I’d fuckin tap that

    billthedrake

    BIG STEP

    Moving in with Clint was a big step. He was my first real relationship, and I kept worrying I was gonna fuck it up. I guess I’d had issues getting close to boyfriends before. If it wasn’t my closed off nature, it was their commitment issues.

    Maybe it was turning 30, or maybe Clint just had an laidback way about him, but this just felt easy. The sex, the romance, the bonding. I loved spending my free evenings and weekends with him, and I loved the way our conversations could go from deep to casual to deep again in a night. I was falling head over heels for him.

    Still, even after an incredible year and a half dating the man, I hesitated moving in. Clint owned his house but was out in the suburbs, and I’d gotten used to city life. And moving in felt like I was moving into HIS place, not OUR place. Still, Clint had a can-do determination. “I’ll make it worth your while, Mark,” he growled in my ear as we talked after sex one night.

    I felt my dick plump up. I had a pretty high sex drive, but Clint had a way of keeping my engine revving. “Oh yeah?” I smiled.

    He nodded with a big grin and scooted down, eyes on me the whole time, even as he took my cock in his mouth.

    ***

    I thought I’d have regrets. Or a getting-used-to-it period. I dunno, something other than loving it. But Clint knew the way to my heart was through my dick, and he seemed always up for sex. I mean, always.

    Like, we’d be having a conversation making dinner, and he’d shuck his sweatpants to show those rounded, smooth, meaty buns. Or he’d interrupt my time by the pool by strutting out naked and bending over. “Come on, babe, I could use a fuck.”

    Already I’d be setting my book down and pulling down my shorts.

    Sometimes it was a quickie, sometimes I mounted him and we’d see how long our sexual endurance would take us. We fucked in every room, two or three times a day. It was naughty and each day brought new surprises. I’d never met a more eager bottom in my life.

    We’d talked some about our future, but mostly just enjoyed that sexual chemistry that was cementing our emotional bond too. That’s why it took Clint by surprise when one date night, I took his hand from across the table and asked if he’d do me the honor of marrying me.

    “Jeez, Mark, it’s only been two years,” he laughed.

    “I take that as a No?” I asked. My pride was a little wounded, but Clint was probably right. No need to rush things.

    Only he shook his head. “Oh god, yeah, I’ll marry you, babe. Only I didn’t expect this from you.”

    I smiled and somehow, even with the emotions coursing through me, felt my cock firm up in my jeans. “I know when I got something special… need to put a ring on it,” I smirked. Then leaning in, I added in a low whisper, “You know you got the hottest ass, ever, right?”

    Maybe I shouldn’t break the emotional vibe, but Clint was right there with me. “And the hungriest?” he teased.

    “Yeah, that too,” I said.

    He seemed to think something over, then it was his turn to lower his voice. “Ever fucked a guy in a toilet stall?” he asked.

    I shook my head no.

    With a Cheshire grin, he set his napkin on the table and stood up. Throwing a stiffie but he didn’t seem self conscious. I watched him walk back to the men’s room. I waited 30 seconds, then followed suit. Eager to consumate my engagement.

    "who's pussy is it??" He asked while thrusting in and out. I could barely speak I was completely intoxicated on him. "It's daddy's pussy 😫" I was able to muster out through my moans. He was taking his time but I knew I would be bred and marked soon. Feeling his crotch hit my freshly shaved cheeks was the most incredible feeling. Before he entered me he propped me up and shaved my hole and my boy clit. I was completely smooth and it was driving daddy wild. With every thrust he was closer and closer. I could feel him pick up speed. And then he pulled my neck back and held me close and got as deep and he could. He let out a huge moan and I felt it. My pussy was flooded with his thick warm load. Then he just kept pumping. Taking it all the way out and putting it back in. Until he just stayed in. Still holding me he whispered in my ear "yeah boy this is daddy's pussy, don't ever forget" and with that. He had marked me. He owned me and I was his boy. I couldn't have been happier

    manupyourass

    God I love cock worshipping!💦💦💦💦💦💦👅👅👅👅👅👅

    😍👅💦

    weaser63

    i have had sex in the craziest places.  on the street between two cars in NYC.  on a dark abandoned road in the middle of nowhere.    in a bathroom on a laundry room floor.   when you are hungry  and your juices are flowing you take sex when you need it. anywhere any time

    rawoz

    Oh yes… but I’d have to take his socks off!!

    tremendouscashfestivalwolf

    Piston pounding Dato Foland of Enzo Rimenez. 👍🤪✌️

    weaser63

    first rule  ALWAYS look into your masters eyes  as he is fucking you. it is a sign of respect .  give yourself 100%  open up your hole  let the cock deep inside of you. take it all and then some.  feel the ball bag smacking your ass.  know you are being bred  and that you are a pet to be used by your alpha.  a cum dump to be filled over and over 

    you2knowit

    I’d fuckin tap that

    billthedrake

    BIG STEP

    Moving in with Clint was a big step. He was my first real relationship, and I kept worrying I was gonna fuck it up. I guess I’d had issues getting close to boyfriends before. If it wasn’t my closed off nature, it was their commitment issues.

    Maybe it was turning 30, or maybe Clint just had an laidback way about him, but this just felt easy. The sex, the romance, the bonding. I loved spending my free evenings and weekends with him, and I loved the way our conversations could go from deep to casual to deep again in a night. I was falling head over heels for him.

    Still, even after an incredible year and a half dating the man, I hesitated moving in. Clint owned his house but was out in the suburbs, and I’d gotten used to city life. And moving in felt like I was moving into HIS place, not OUR place. Still, Clint had a can-do determination. “I’ll make it worth your while, Mark,” he growled in my ear as we talked after sex one night.

    I felt my dick plump up. I had a pretty high sex drive, but Clint had a way of keeping my engine revving. “Oh yeah?” I smiled.

    He nodded with a big grin and scooted down, eyes on me the whole time, even as he took my cock in his mouth.

    ***

    I thought I’d have regrets. Or a getting-used-to-it period. I dunno, something other than loving it. But Clint knew the way to my heart was through my dick, and he seemed always up for sex. I mean, always.

    Like, we’d be having a conversation making dinner, and he’d shuck his sweatpants to show those rounded, smooth, meaty buns. Or he’d interrupt my time by the pool by strutting out naked and bending over. “Come on, babe, I could use a fuck.”

    Already I’d be setting my book down and pulling down my shorts.

    Sometimes it was a quickie, sometimes I mounted him and we’d see how long our sexual endurance would take us. We fucked in every room, two or three times a day. It was naughty and each day brought new surprises. I’d never met a more eager bottom in my life.

    We’d talked some about our future, but mostly just enjoyed that sexual chemistry that was cementing our emotional bond too. That’s why it took Clint by surprise when one date night, I took his hand from across the table and asked if he’d do me the honor of marrying me.

    “Jeez, Mark, it’s only been two years,” he laughed.

    “I take that as a No?” I asked. My pride was a little wounded, but Clint was probably right. No need to rush things.

    Only he shook his head. “Oh god, yeah, I’ll marry you, babe. Only I didn’t expect this from you.”

    I smiled and somehow, even with the emotions coursing through me, felt my cock firm up in my jeans. “I know when I got something special… need to put a ring on it,” I smirked. Then leaning in, I added in a low whisper, “You know you got the hottest ass, ever, right?”

    Maybe I shouldn’t break the emotional vibe, but Clint was right there with me. “And the hungriest?” he teased.

    “Yeah, that too,” I said.

    He seemed to think something over, then it was his turn to lower his voice. “Ever fucked a guy in a toilet stall?” he asked.

    I shook my head no.

    With a Cheshire grin, he set his napkin on the table and stood up. Throwing a stiffie but he didn’t seem self conscious. I watched him walk back to the men’s room. I waited 30 seconds, then followed suit. Eager to consumate my engagement.

    you2knowit

    I’d fuckin tap that

    billthedrake

    BIG STEP

    Moving in with Clint was a big step. He was my first real relationship, and I kept worrying I was gonna fuck it up. I guess I’d had issues getting close to boyfriends before. If it wasn’t my closed off nature, it was their commitment issues.

    Maybe it was turning 30, or maybe Clint just had an laidback way about him, but this just felt easy. The sex, the romance, the bonding. I loved spending my free evenings and weekends with him, and I loved the way our conversations could go from deep to casual to deep again in a night. I was falling head over heels for him.

    Still, even after an incredible year and a half dating the man, I hesitated moving in. Clint owned his house but was out in the suburbs, and I’d gotten used to city life. And moving in felt like I was moving into HIS place, not OUR place. Still, Clint had a can-do determination. “I’ll make it worth your while, Mark,” he growled in my ear as we talked after sex one night.

    I felt my dick plump up. I had a pretty high sex drive, but Clint had a way of keeping my engine revving. “Oh yeah?” I smiled.

    He nodded with a big grin and scooted down, eyes on me the whole time, even as he took my cock in his mouth.

    ***

    I thought I’d have regrets. Or a getting-used-to-it period. I dunno, something other than loving it. But Clint knew the way to my heart was through my dick, and he seemed always up for sex. I mean, always.

    Like, we’d be having a conversation during dinner, and he’d shuck his sweatpants to show those rounded, smooth, meaty buns. Or he’d interrupt my time by the pool by strutting out naked and bending over. “Come on, babe, I could use a fuck.”

    Already I’d be setting my book down and pulling down my shorts.

    Sometimes it was a quickie, sometimes I mounted him and we’d see how long our sexual endurance would take us. We fucked in every room, two or three times a day. It was naughty and each day brought new surprises. I’d never met a more eager bottom in my life.

    We’d talked some about our future, but mostly just enjoyed that sexual chemistry that was cementing our emotional bond too. That’s why it took Clint by surprise when one date night, I took his hand from across the table and asked if he’d do me the honor of marrying me.

    “Jeez, Mark, it’s only been two years,” he laughed.

    “I take that as a No?” I asked. My pride was a little wounded, but Clint was probably right. No need to rush things.

    Only he shook his head. “Oh god, yeah, I’ll marry you, babe. Only I didn’t expect this from you.”

    I smiled and somehow, even with the emotions coursing through me, felt my cock firm up in my jeans. “I know when I got something special… need to put a ring on it,” I smirked. Then leaning in, I added in a low whisper, “You know you got the hottest ass, ever, right?”

    Maybe I shouldn’t break the emotional vibe, but Clint was right there with me. “And the hungriest?” he teased.

    “Yeah, that too,” I said.

    He seemed to think something over, then it was his turn to lower his voice. “Ever fucked a guy in a toilet stall?” he asked.

    I shook my head no.

    With a Cheshire grin, he set his napkin on the table and stood up. Throwing a stiffie but he didn’t seem self conscious. I watched him walk back to the men’s room. I waited 30 seconds, then followed suit. Eager to consumate my engagement.