Chronicles of Brad

By Brad Dey

Published on Dec 6, 2024

Gay

The stories you are about to read are all true, and none are

embellished. I found out at the age of 15 that men who really want it

have a certain look. A yearning that is very easy to pick up on if

you just look for it. I can honestly say that I have probably fucked

as many men who claim to be straight as those who make no bones about

what they want. I consider myself to be bi. Not because I don't want

to be labelled gay but rather because I love to fuck a nice pussy

almost as much as a juicy male ass. I say almost because a big part

of my sex with men is the domination factor. I make it very clear who

is in charge and what I want. I have never looked for, nor desired, a

long-term relationship. I know what I want when I want it, and I make

no apologies for my attitude.

Now, a little about me before we get into the first story. My name is

Brad, and by the time I was 12, I was nearly six feet tall. My father

was convinced that I was going to be a giant, but in actual fact, I

reached the height I am today when I was 17. My six-foot-three frame

is very lean. Picture your typical professional golfer, and you

pretty much have my build. I am lucky to be able to eat like a horse

and gain no weight. My best feature is probably my very light blonde

hair, which the girls seem to love. My gene pool is rooted in a blend

of most of the Scandinavian countries. Add my deep blue eyes to the

mix, and you can begin to see why I have not had a lot of problems

targeting the prey of my desire and then going for it. Only twice in

my life have I misread the signals and ended up with a fat lip, a

reminder that pure-blooded straight men have a phobia about receiving

another man's affection and feel obligated to let you know exactly

how they feel.

My first story is my favourite because it cemented my belief that I

was going to love my sex life. In my description, I forgot to mention

my cock. Remember that my stories are true, and while I do not

possess a horse cock, what I have has been described on more than one

occasion as a beer can with a pair of bull balls attached. It is cut

with a very generous head, surrounded by all that girth.

This story begins with a budding friendship. I met Tommy when we were

  1. We both had a passion for sports and baseball in particular. I

met his parents for the first time at our tournament roundup.

Tommy's mother had recently remarried the man who would become my

first obsession. His name was Micheal, and he was in his early 40s,

with a lean build and eraser nipples that were clearly visible

beneath his form-fitting t-shirt. Keep in mind that at this point in

my life, I was merely imagining what I would do with the men I

dreamed about. That day, Tommy's stepdad went right to the top of my

list.

Advance a couple of weeks, and the summer holidays are now in full

swing. As best friends, our routine involved spending several nights

a week at each other's house. I soon discovered that on the

weekends, Michael liked to hang around in his terrycloth robe and

read the weekend newspaper. On those occasions when we would join him

at the kitchen table for a bowl of cereal, I would try to catch a

peak of his crotch as he shifted positions, lifting one leg over the

other.

I should mention that while I never really played around with Tommy,

he was in awe of my cock size, and we would often jerk off together.

One morning when we were feeling particularly horny, I asked him if

his stepdad kept any porn magazines around the house. While my mother

abhorred porn, my dad kept plenty of Playboys in a duffle bag stashed

in the basement.

After searching nearly everywhere, including the garage and

Michael's study, I suggested we try their bedroom. Tommy was not

keen on the idea, but I assured him we would leave everything just as

we found it. Almost immediately, I spotted an old suitcase tucked

under the bed. Tommy claimed he had never seen it before. When I

opened it, my eyes immediately lit up. Not only was there a generous

assortment of sex toys, from dildos to vibrators, but at the very

bottom of the chest, I spotted a strap-on with a very generous cock

attached. Tommy had never seen one before and did not seem to grasp

its significance. It was only after I explained to him that it was

his Mom who would wear it and Michael would be the one getting

mounted that he got the picture. While the whole thing grossed him

out, the idea of Michael wanting to get fuck up the ass nearly made

me cum in my jeans.

Not wanting Tommy to pick up on my exuberance, I suggested we put

everything back and head outside and toss the ball around. The sooner

he forgot about the suitcase and its contents, the better it would be

for me. From that day, I became obsessed with the idea of making

Michael my personal fuck slut. Little did I know my opportunity would

present itself far sooner than I could have ever imagined.

What happened next is totally true, but looking back on how the

events unfolded, I have come to the conclusion that I was a very

lucky boy. Since the day we uncovered the strapon, I had been jerking

off every chance I got, so when Tommy called to ask if I wanted to

sleep over on Saturday night, I immediately accepted. Just being in

the same house as Michael was enough to make my balls ache.

I arrived at the house just as a car I was not familiar with pulled

into the driveway. Tommy had told me earlier in the day that his two

cousins would be joining us for the weekend while his mother and his

aunt went to visit another sister. That meant this was going to be an

all-boys sleepover, complete with pizza, pop and a good old-fashioned

wrestling match. What fun!

Both of Tommy's cousins were older than us, but from a height

perspective, I towered over everyone except Michael, who, by default,

would act as referee for our matches. It was during a very

competitive round between me and Tommy's oldest cousin, Ryan, that

things got very interesting. I had just put my opponent in a full

nelson, expecting him to submit and forfeit the match, when Tommy

came up behind me and, in one fell swoop, pulled my shorts down to my

ankles. You see, Tommy knew that I never wore underwear, and he also

knew that there would be a significant reaction to what hung between

my legs. Rory, Tommy's other cousin, shouted out, holy fuck, dude,

that thing is huge. As laughter broke out, I could not help but

notice the look on Michael's face. There was no doubt in my mind that

what he was looking at was turning him on. Of course, I took my time

pulling up my shorts to make sure that everyone had a really good

look.

A few hours later, it was time to call it a night. With four teenage

boys needing a place to bunk, we drew straws to see who would have to

sleep where, and I ended up on the living room couch, which

coincidently was situated just off of the kitchen. I knew that

Michael's morning routine was to head downstairs, grab a cup of

coffee and delve into his morning paper. All I had to do now was come

up with an excuse to join him while everybody else slept. Normally,

before I hit the sheets for a good night's rest, I tug on the

firehose to unleash a torrent of cum, but not tonight. I wanted my

dick to be fully loaded when I made my move.

Just past 7 am, I heard the fridge door open and knew that Michael

was in the midst of making his cup of coffee. For bed, I always wear

a pair of old sweatpants, not only because they are super comfortable

but because my junk is really easy to tug on as it flops from side to

side. Still not sure what I was going to say or do, I threw off my

blankets and walked into the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge

where I knew I could grab a bottle of water.

"Good morning Michael"

"Hey Brad, how's it going? You are up awfully early this morning"

"Yeah, I think it's the couch. Not a lot of comfort there."

As I spoke, I could see Michael's eyes trying to catch subtle

glances of the lump that was already growing in my sweats. As my

engorged dick became clearly visible through my sweatpants, his

glances were quickly replaced by a full-on glare. Seeing his reaction

convinced me that if I was going to do this, it was now or never.

Stepping forward, I grabbed the waistband of my sweats and pulled

them straight down to my ankles, completely exposing the bottom half

of my torso. The gasp from his lips was the encouragement I was

looking for. As I grew even closer, I reached out and grabbed his

right hand and placed it squarely on my fully engorged dick.

Before he had a chance to object, I simply said,

"Hey Michael, don't feel embarrassed, every guy I know has pulled

on it. It's totally cool"

Without letting go, he slowly uttered,

"I really shouldn't be doing this, but I can not get over how fat

it is"

It was then that I placed my hand over his, encouraging him to stroke

it.

"If you do it right, you will see just how big it gets. Besides I am

horny as hell and you would not be the first guy to lend me a helping

hand."

Of course, I had no intention of having him jerk me off. I knew that

If I could get him to relax, I had a really good chance of going much

further.

By now, my precum was flowing steadily, so I took a finger and

scooped a bunch of it up. Bringing it to my nose, I took a quick

sniff before applying it to Michael's lips. Without any hesitation

whatsoever, his tongue darted out, and he licked it all off. With

both of his hands now rapidly stroking my cock, I placed my own hand

gently on the back of his head and guided his mouth toward my piss

slit.

.

As Micheal began to suck, I pulled his robe open, exposing his

beautiful hairy chest and a tiny pair of bikini briefs. Tweaking one

of his eraser tits, I encouraged him to stand while staying firmly

attached to my cock. This gave me full access to the lower half of

his body. Flipping the robe up and over his back, I gave his taut

little butt a good hard smack which caught him completely by

surprise. Just as he was about to object, I placed my hand back on

his head and forced his throat further down on my cock, which

immediately made him gag. Once again, I smacked his ass, but this

time he obliged by attempting to take even more of my tool into his

mouth.

It was clear that he was enjoying the domination. My biggest

challenge now was to try and avoid cumming. I had much better plans

for my jizz than his throat. It was now time to find out how

receptive his fuckhole was going to be. Placing my middle two fingers

in my mouth, I generously covered them with spit and headed for

Michael's back door. Slipping my hand down the back of his briefs, I

quickly found his rosebud and started to apply pressure. This time,

he did stop, but only to say,

"That only works in pornos, bud; you are going to need lots of lube.

We need to go to the master bedroom."

Before I let him stand, I yarded down his briefs and asked him to

step out of them. Bringing them to my nose, I inhaled. My fuckboy had

a great manly scent, and it was turning me on big time. Now free of

his gaunch, I got to see his cock for the first time. Not nearly as

big as mine, but still a really nice piece of meat.

By now, I was fully embracing my dominant role, As I told him to lead

the way, I reached my hand between his legs and grabbed his balls.

Not only did I give them a good tug, which caused him to flinch, but

I made him walk up the stairs with me fully attached to his bag like

a dog on a leash. It was just my way of showing him who was in

charge.

It is important to remember that at this time, I had never had anal

sex with anyone. It may have been my fantasy, but my only reference

was the hundreds of porno clips I had watched.

Once in the bedroom, Michael headed for the bathroom cabinet and

returned with a large bottle full of lube. Taking one more look at my

cock he said.

"Use lots of lube and take your time when you enter me with that

monster."

Climbing into bed, he chose the missionary position and pulled his

legs high over his head. For the first time, I got a really good look

at his manpussy and began to grease it up.

Most guys will tell you that cumming in a pussy or an ass is way

better than jerking off, and that morning; I found out how right they

were. Once I finally had my entire dick inside of him, I did not last

very long. I simply could not stop the torrent of jizz that coated

the walls of his manpussy. When it was over, I collapsed on top of

him, then leaned forward and shoved my tongue down his throat.

I then got in behind him and reinserted my cock in his well-used

fuckhole. There was so much cum leaking out that I knew he was going

to have to wash the sheets before his wife came home.

As we lay there in silence, he finally spoke.

"How did you know?"

"Honestly, the first clue was the day Ryan and I were searching for

porn mags and came across your suitcase full of sex toys. It was the

strapon that gave it away."

I wasn't sure if he would be upset by my declaration, but instead,

he carried on.

"But what made you think I would be interested in actually having

sex with another guy?"

"It was the way you looked at my cock when Ryan pulled my pants down

during the wrestling match. I could tell how badly you wanted it.

Knowing that you already enjoyed taking a cock up your ass made me

think I had a good chance."

After another minute of silence, I turned his face towards mine and

shoved my tongue back down his throat before saying,

"Your wife is not coming home til tomorrow, so I am going to need

your mancunt again tonight and don't worry, I can assure you I have

no intention of sharing any of this with anyone. Your secret will

always be safe with me."

With that, he seemed content, so we lay there for a few more minutes

before I said,

"The other guys are going to be up soon. I think you said last night

that you are going to make pancakes for breakfast. Is that still

on?"

"Yes, that's the plan?"

"Sweet, do me a favour."

"What's that?"

"I want you to make breakfast in your terrycloth robe, but I don't

want you to have any underwear underneath. No one will know but me.

Just knowing your bare, well fucked cunt is that close to me will be

a huge turn-on. Can you do that for me?"

He hesitated before saying,

"Just keep your promise that no one else will ever know."

"You have my word."

I would always be true to my word, but I wanted Michael to understand

that he was now my slut. After breakfast, we would shower together,

and this time I would last longer and fuck harder.

Next: Chapter 2


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