Will. The alpha. Tommy-Blond? Twink. "Almost as big as mine" 8 inches circumcised. Francisco-Latin uncut daddy. 7 inches, thick as a beer can. Dave-ginger cut daddy who's kept his cock hidden. Ten inches Rory-smooth hung twink. About 8 inches Hey. So I do have a bit more for Caleb to do apparently, there's at least a few encounters set up that I want to see him go through.
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I'm not even that attracted to him, I realise, as my mouth works Tommy's cock, swallowing his length and squeezing whatever precum I can out of him.
I mean, he's not ugly, he's just not what I go for. I like men who are...well...men. Taller, hairier and older. But Tommy had a cock and a load to lose, and so here I was, kneeling in front of him as he sat naked on their couch.
I heard my phone buzz a few times but just focused on the taste of him, of feeling the way his cock pushed into my throat.
Soon enough he pushed my mouth of him and directed my lips to his nuts, and I sucked them into my mouth, tugging on them and making him moan. Then he let go of my head and shifted down on the couch.
Pulling his legs back he exposed his hole. I have to admit that's it's a pretty one. Smooth, like the rest of him, pink and puckered. It didn't look like it was constantly being used by Will's monster dick but I had no doubt it was, and the thought made my mouth water.
I trace my tongue around his hole. Pressing my face into his crack I inhale his scent. He's showered, smelling fresh, but I could still smell his own scent underneath that and it made my cock drool.
Soon enough I was sucking on his hole, my tongue diving into him, my hands holding his cheeks apart and my face covered by my own spit and his sweat. We both moaned as I explored him.
I pointed my tongue and fucked him, nibbling on the tender flesh gently and trying to force more of my tongue into his hungry little twink ass.
He pushed my head away from him and returned his feet to the carpet. He pulled a small bottle of lube from the side of the couch and smeared it into his cock, then he sat there, his pale thighs spread, showing off his slick 8 cut inches.
Nothing was said as I straddled him, letting my weight push me onto him swiftly, groaning as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. It didn't matter who he was. He had a cock and I was finally blissfully full.
I started riding him, grinding myself every time i felt him all the way inside of me, fucking myself up and down his decent length. I heard my phone buzzing again but it didn't fucking matter.
He gripped my hips and thrusts upward, meeting my every thrust and causing heat to blossom from the depths of my hole, spreading to my cock which was bouncing against his stomach with a loud smack every time I slammed myself down onto him.
All I could do was ride him, mindlessly groaning, cock drooling, until it finally happened. His cock pulsed inside me, his cum bursting into me, filling me as he uttered a high pitched yelp.
"Not bad." Will stood there in the doorway with his monster cock jutting out from his crotch. My eyes locked onto it, and I pulled myself off Tommy's hardness, walking across the living room on unstable legs. "Not today." He said as I tried to reach out and grasp his cock.
He flew in and picked me on the lips before turning and walking out of the room. I turned to see a sated Tommy smirking at me with a condescending look on his face.
I pulled my clothes back on while my face burned with embarrassment and lust. Neither of us said anything and I made my way out the door.
Walking home again I looked at my phone. Three missed calls from Matt, and a text message asking where I was.
"Babe! Hey." I said as he picked up. "I was just jogging and didn't hear the phone." It explained why I sounded out of breath.
"No worries. Something's happened with Dan." Matt's half-brother who's about five years older than him. "He's at our place and might need to stay for a while, could you let him in?"
"Yeah! Yeah of course. I'm almost home now." I picked up the pace and jogged the rest of the way, conscious about the load of cum threatening to leak out of my hole.
Dan is pretty hot. His mum's Tongan and he's got golden skin and dark hair. Solidly built he looks like he was made for rugby or wrestling. Dan was sitting on the step in front of our door, his thick thighs jutting out of small black shorts and his strong arms threatening to burst out of the sleeves of his tight white shirt. I still hadn't cum, and seeing his package flanked by those smooth brown thighs caused my hole to throb.
"Cae!" He says as I reach him, getting up from the step he was sitting on. He pulls me into a full body hug, squeezing me into him, and my chub gets thicker.
"Hey Dan. Sorry I'm sweaty." He pulls away slightly, his hip still connected to mine on the side and his arms around my shoulders.
"You are a bit ripe, brother. All good, I need a shower too." His soft brown eyes looked straight into me.
We got inside and I made him a coffee. It turns out his wife needed something to change for reasons she couldn't seem to make clear. She kept the house for the time being, so he came to crash with his baby brother and try to start something in a new city.
I cleaned up, having no chance to jerk myself off, and made my way to work. Needless to say the next few weeks were pretty rough. Matt wasn't too keen on loud furious sex while his big brother was in the next room for some reason.
I took this as a chance to get myself sorted. No more extracurricular dick using me every chance I got. I'd manage to wank in the mornings, and usually Matt would be fine with us sucking each other off every night or two, and we settled into a rhythm while Dan just kept job hunting and tidying the place each day.
I started actually jogging again, managing a few kilometres each day or two, and it felt good to be in a routine again. Will and Tommy had both messaged me but I convinced them it was too obvious and so I sank into my old monogamous routine. It didn't last too long.
I guess the problem was that we were all pretty comfortable. Three men sharing a 2 bedroom townhouse, with the heat lately it was pretty casual. We'd sit around in just shorts, our underwear, or in Dan's case a dressing gown. And I mean just the dressing gown, which I cam to learn because it would fall open sometimes.
Dan's chest had a small smattering of black chest hair between his pecs. He was strong, his heavy pecs topped with dark brown nipples, his smooth stomach leading down to a pretty ample bulge.
When his dressing gown had come undone, showing those thighs that I wanted to feel on either side of my face, an obscene piece of meat would hang there.
It was soft but already bigger than Matt was hard. I might only be able to wrap my hand around it because it was still soft. And even then, barely. He was uncut, the skin there darker than the rest of him. Normally it'd only last a short while before he would pull himself back together.
That morning he left it open as he sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee, leaning back in the chair. My mouth was watering and I couldn't look away. I'd glance up at his face but he didn't seem to notice. He didn't say anything out of the ordinary, just talked about some of the roles he'd been applying for. I wanted to crawl to his seat and swallow him, tasting my boyfriend's brother's hot load.
So I threw on my jogging clothes and ran before I did something dumb.
Throughout my jog I couldn't get it out of my fucking mind. Soon I found myself running beside a local park that my friends always joked about. Apparently it's where you find the horny married men on weekdays. Well, that was basically me at the moment.
So I walked up the path and into the bush that made up most of the park. A few minutes later I reached a clearing. With my heart pounding in my chest I darted into the restroom, hit by the smell of men. There was a loud outer door and then a short passageway, which turned into the the row of five cubicles and a large urinal with a grate for you to stand on.
The air smelt of cleaning products, piss, sweat and a faint trace of cum. Or was I imagining it? The pistachio green paint was peeling off the stalls, covered in graffiti. From the outside it was all pretty meaningless, just names and crude figures.
I walked past the first occupied stall and darted into the next one. The one after that looked occupied too. The door loudly slammed and I flicked the lock shut. There were cocks drawn on the walls, and profane scribbles. The bottom of the stalls were pretty high, almost up to my knee, and one side had a hole in the wall. Somebody was looking through it and my cock twitched.
I gave it a squeeze and the face moved away from the glory hole. Pretty soon a cock was being slid through instead. Pale and circumcised, with a flared head, it was a bit thicker than average and about 7 inches long. I needed no encouragement as I fell to my knees and took the head into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around it, I slid forward until it hit the back of my throat.
I rested there for a beat and then pushed forward again, this time letting the head push into my throat, swallowing as I reached the base of his cock which was surrounded by copper pubes. He pulled back slightly then back in, and I just rested there for a few strokes, my face against the bathroom wall as he fucked his cock into my throat.
I started shifting back and forth to meet his thrusts, tilting my head to the side slightly as I pushed forward, then squeezing my lips as I pulled back. I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt it.
I was on my knees, leaning forward slightly to be at the right height to suck this stranger's cock, and the man in the stall behind me was able to reach under the wall and squeeze my ass. I pushed back slightly, his hands gripping me more forcefully, as I kept sucking the cock in front of me.
Pretty soon the mysterious hands were tugging on my shorts. They couldn't reach my waistband so I slid them down, and then they were on my exposed ass, kneading and pulling my cheeks. I couldn't help but groan around the cock.
One of the hands pulled away. The other went for the crack of my ass, separating it, and then I felt the other one return. The finger was slick with spit and it rubbed my hole. My groan was louder as it pushed into me.
I kept working the cock in my mouth and I noticed it picking up pace, while the finger slid in and out of me, my ass slowly accepting it before he added another finger, making me pause.
The cock began fucking my mouth faster and harder, precum flowing freely, and I knew he was close so I began rocking between it and the fingers more quickly. Soon enough I was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. The cock pulsed and throbbed, cum spraying across the roof of my mouth, gliding down my throat and coating my tongue. He pulled away and I just swallowed what I could as the fingers fucked me from behind.
I moved backwards, pushing onto the fingers, until my ass touched the bottom of the stall divider. His fingers withdrew and I heard him spit, feeling the wetness landing on my hole, and he forced three fingers straight into me, up to the knuckles. He twisted the fingers, moving them slightly, before pulling them out leaving me feel empty.
It didn't last too long as his thighs slid under the stall, side by side with my own. His cock head pushed against my hole and I realised I hadn't even seen it. He gripped my hips and pushed into me.
It felt so good. It burnt slightly, having been weeks since my last fuck, but I leaned forward and pushed back to feel him open me up. When he finally was all of the way inside me he held himself there, flexing his cock, giving me a moment to adjust. Then he let go.
I started thrusting back and forth on this stranger's cock, with somebody else's cum on my breath. I hadn't even seen it but it felt huge. Maybe it had just been too long since my last fuck and it was average sized, but it felt like parts of me were being stretched that never had before.
Somebody else was in the stall in front of me. First I noticed the blue eye right in front of me, looking through the hole, then he got to his knees and pulled his pants down. It would have been too hard for me to reach him and still get fucked this well, so I just savoured the sight as he pulled out his hard 6 inches and stroked himself in front of me.
I wanted it in my mouth, so I just pushed back harder and faster, slamming my hungry ass onto the unseen dick. He seemed to enjoy the new pace, gripping my hips again, fucking himself into me and then he stopped. He grunted lightly as he flooded me with my cum. I hadn't touched my own cock but it was harder than ever, a string of precum having dripped onto the toilet floor.
As soon as he withdrew I crawled forward and pulled the hand off the cock in front of me. Leaning down, my freshly fucked ass in the air, I swallowed it whole. As I worked my mouth around his cock furiously, trying to get another load into me, I pushed a finger into my cum soaked hole.
It wasn't enough but it was something. I felt my smooth, wet, used passageway convulse around my own finger while I slurped on the hardness, my throat squeezing it every time I reached the base. He shot his load straight down my throat at last, and I gripped my own cock, my cum spraying onto the toilet floor almost instantly.
My breathing was heavy and I was still sweating when I returned home. That should have gotten it out of my system now so I could act like a normal human being around Dan. Of course, that was wishful thinking.
I walked in and he was on the couch. It looked like he'd hastily thrown one side of his robe up to cover his cock, which jutted straight out, looking humongous. The other half of his body was still exposed.
"Done already?" He asked, grinning at me. The fat rod jerked and twitched under the robe's material and I couldn't looked away. My hole throbbed, my guts full of cum.
"Yeah. There's only so much you can exert yourself, ya know?" I replied. His hand drifted to his crotch, gripping his hardness and laying it against his stomach, out of the way.
"I hear that." He sat up a bit, acting like I hadn't caught him stroking himself. I went for a shower.
Pretty soon I was stuffing three fingers into my hole and jerking myself off furiously, cumming again in no time, letting the shower wash the load away for me. I dressed, I drank a cup of coffee, and I left for work like it was just another day, thinking the excitement was over.
I was wrong.