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
- 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.