“Let it out boy. Dad’s here to make you feel good all the time now.” His voice was soothing, and I closed my eyes, feeling the liquid ooze out of me. I wasn’t even moving, but my cock jerked out a load just from having this man’s beer can cock invade me.
I crept into the darkened room, the shades still down, and tiptoed to the slightly ajar bathroom door. I peeked in through the crack and could see just the corner of the shower. I didn’t see Al, so I pushed the door open a bit more until I could see the outline of half of his naked body. I’ve always had a thing for a naked wet muscled guy. Al was no disappointment.
I didn’t know what to expect as I rounded the corner of their doorway. But there he was, naked, laying back on the bed, sitting up with his back against the headboard, his big feet pointed in my direction as he slowly pulled on his big cock, waiting for me. “What took you so long?” He said quietly as I walked into their bedroom.
“Nice to finally meet you son.” He said without a thought, his voice loud and booming. The word “son” seemed to resonate with me in a weird way. His eyes stayed on mine, gleaming at me as if he too was registering that he just called me son. But as I held his grip, his eyes travelled over my body. “Looks like someone hits the gym hard.”
Sam's mouth suddenly licked my ear as I felt him moving his cock between me, his tongue licking into my ear as he panted out a warm breath. “Did you miss my big cock so much you needed more?” He tightened his grip, his forearm digging into my throat. “Well here I am little man.”
“Come on little buddy.” Colin said, gripping me under my arm and pulling me along. At first I thought Tim wasn’t going to be invited, as he sat watching me step out of the hot tub. Colin grabbed a towel and tossed one to me, rubbing the other across his face and gave a head nod to Tim still under the water. “Come on old man. I know you want to fuck his ass so let’s go.”
We watched each other, not saying anything more, Kyle’s hands moving up and down Jim’s muscly back; Jim’s head lolling down every now and then as Kyle fucked him. I could see the muscles on Jim’s shoulders flexing, his triceps puffed out and defined as he hung on to the wall. I was in a trance watching them, stroking my cock with my one hand. And then I heard Rob's voice behind me: “Enjoying the view?”
There was a small window to the side of the door, so I carefully stepped up to the corner of it and peered into the slats of the blind. There was Frank, sitting behind his desk, pants undone with Fernando’s blonde head between his legs, getting a fast and furious blow job from what looked like a professional. That little cocksucker, I thought to myself.
He pushed the door open, revealing a dim room with a bed in the middle, a sling beside it, a small table and tables off to the side and a series of chains and straps hanging from the walls all around the room. But my focus wasn’t on the things hanging from the walls, or the bed for that matter. It was the blindfolded muscular man in nothing but a pair of black briefs strapped to the end of the bed, standing facing me at the doorway that caught ...
“Ride that cock boy.” He whispered again, putting his free hand behind his head and flexing out his bicep. I heard a groan of my own as I watched him, feeling the sensation of his cock in my ass as he pulled at my dick. All 6 plus feet of his solid muscular body under me. This massive man probably twice my size now under me, weak with lust as he watched me pleasure myself on his pole.
I let him step inside and shut the door. I wanted to say I could help him get out of that smelly stuff easily but I didn’t have the chance. He was on me as soon as the door closed, a breathless kiss, our mouths attacking each other, my back slamming into the door I just closed. I breathed in through my nose as our tongues met once again, breathing in his scent, that manly sweaty smell that was all Neil Campbell, and it smelled so good.
I was pushed up against the wall suddenly, pinned to it by his huge body behind me pressing into me, my arms pulled up and out like a prisoner, his strong hands holding my wrists to the wall. I felt his cock in his pants dig into my backside, and his entire weight pushed me into the wall. A hot breath went down my neck as his beard tickled it. And then his voice, so deep and low, was in my ear. “I am going to fuck you senseless boy.” He ...
“I’ve never felt this alive before.” Neil mumbled into my ear as he began to slowly pump up into me. He took my hands in his and wrapped them around my own body, pulling me into his chest behind me. He felt amazing like this, this big powerful man holding me so tightly as he fucked me so gently. “I feel ten years younger.” I heard him say as he squeezed me tighter.
I heard him grunt as spoke into the phone to me. “Prove it little man. Why don’t you get that hot little jock ass ready for me. Leave your front door open and have that ass pointed at the door. Put on a blindfold and wait for my cock.” I felt my heart flip at this request. “How long till you get here?” I grinned, picturing Greg's beefy body walking in my door to find me like that.
This was different suddenly. This was someone I had looked up to. This was someone I hadn’t realized meant so much to me as a kid. This was someone who was hurting, like me, and understood grief and pain and longing. My heart was thumping as I stared up at Mr. Campbell, that handsome face smiling down at me. I could see in his eyes he was feeling it too.
“I’ve never…” He started to say but he lost his words in a breath as I shifted my feet to get a better seat on him. And then I just kept moving, slowly, watching him. “Holy fuck.” He whispered quietly as he stared at me, watching my face as he entered me completely. “It’s okay.” I whispered, holding on to the side of his tanned face and ears as he kept his eyes locked on mine and I started to move with more purpose, feeling ...
The older firefighter turned around and all my childhood fantasies came flooding back. I stared at him, outright, and my mouth fell open as I recognized him. I studied the profile of his face, the shape of his large Roman style nose that matched his round face. My eyes went down to his huge forearms and noted the reddish-blonde hair that wrapped around them. And then he saw me.
“Holy fuck!” I yelled, and squeezed his chest tight. I wasn’t going to last long inside this cop at this rate as he moved on me like the fucking hottest stripper I could possibly imagine. He was gyrating, head back, moaning as I twisted his nipples and felt his chest. His own hands went up his own body, as if he was getting into the feeling of being fucked deep, until he was bouncing faster on my cock.
I felt my heart speed up a bit as the Russian leered at me, his hand still on Nico’s thigh. Nico was now smiling at me, holding my eyes, before his eyes slowly moved to my side to stare at my boss. In the silence, I felt my mouth go dry for a moment, before I licked my lips and turned to Dennis. “Am I missing something?” I asked him quietly. “Max and I go way back.” Dennis said quietly. “He and I have similar interests. And we like ...
The epilogue to Summer Landscaping Bonus: I still shiver when I remember the cold that night. I can still picture the vehicle sliding towards us as we stood on the side of the road. I could still hear his deep voice calling out my name and pushing me sideways...107 days later I needed something familiar. I needed to feel alive again. And he came to me.
My eyes flicked up to his face and I was suddenly turned on by this masculine man. I watched his meaty pecs push together as he lifted himself up a bit from the seat and pulled an equally meaty cut cock out. It was thick, manly looking just like the rest of him, with a perfectly sculpted mushroom head on a veiny cock. “Fuck.” I said again, growling at the sight of his dick. I felt a hand on the back of my neck as he pushed me towards it.
I waited a couple minutes before returning to the bar and this time the bartender wasn’t alone. There was an older, smoking hot looking guy with him behind the counter, wearing a black long-sleeved button down and black pants, who turned to me with a big grin on his dark blonde goateed face. He looked downright mean, very tough looking, like another bartender or former bouncer as he looked to be about 40.
Justin was sitting there across from me, acting like nothing was happening, while I felt my insides flipping around, and wanted to get my hands on him. Every time the tip of his tongue appeared as he contemplated a move, I wanted to kiss him. Every time I saw his hand resting on the table, splayed out showing the width of his fingers, I wanted to feel it wrapped around mine again. And as he moved his foot seductively over mine, I wanted to rip ...
“If you are here to offer the same thanks, then I am very pleased.” Abe’s dark eyes seemed to widen and draw me in. His smile never wavered, and his hands flattened on the counter in front of us. I looked up to his face, his skin smooth, the coarse hairs of his thick beard adding to his strong features, the way his eyebrows hung over his eyes. But the look on his face was unmistakable.
Jeremy stood still for a moment, and then slowly, he moved forward, walking towards the door I was holding open for him. But when he went to pass by me, he stopped in front of me, very close in front of me. He turned his head down to my smaller height, and I breathed in deeply, smelling the manly scent of him. “Then I think you should help me find my flashlight.”
I saw movement as Kirk entered the bathroom, the sounds of Jack fucking me in the shower unmistakable. The shower door slid open, Kirk smiling at us going at it. “You horny little fuckers.” Kirk grinned, pulling his cock out of the fly in his boxers. The sight of my big uncle stroking his own rod made me fuck myself harder against Jack. Kirk was fucking hot, his big bearish muscled body only a few feet away from us, and his bearded grin wide ...
I watched the truck move away from me even more slowly before it made a wide turn a ways away and head back towards me, quickly at first, and then slowing down as he neared my headlights again. I leaned forward, wondering how much of me he could see as he came into my sightline in the dim lighting.
The door opened slowly, revealing the insides of the familiar house, the foyer beyond fairly dark. As the door opened further, he came into view, Mr. Gibson, Dennis, my boss, standing in a pair of big black boots, his thick muscled legs looking downright amazing as my eyes trailed up the bare flesh to a black leather jock housing the big package I was coming to sample.
Jack's cock was embedded in me, his hands gently holding my waist. He looked at me like a proud father, his mouth shaping into that “o” look again, encouraging me with a slight nod as Uncle Kirk, behind me, forced his big cock into my already stuffed ass.
I hesitated, realizing I was about to get fucked by my boss, right now, over his desk. He shoved forward, digging his cock into me, pushing me forward. I could feel the material of his dress pants against my thighs as he tried to pry his cock into me. “Open this tight little cunt for me boy. Daddy wants inside.”