David had the hots for Coach Reilly for some time, so it was like a dam had burst forth that afternoon the two finally went off together after practice. Here, mounted on his coach, all of the young athlete’s sexual energy was coming forth so hard and fast he couldn’t stop it. Here he was in Coach’s living room, his body suspended above the older man, his hard cock thrusting hard and heavy into his idol.
The slick sensations of Coach’s raw hole against his megahard cock were going to get him off real soon.
It had started out as a guy’s weekend in Myrtle to play some golf and enjoy some time at the beach. I was the token gay guy in the group, but that hadn’t changed anything. We managed to party like when we were in college.
But it’s day two and I know this is not gonna be a normal week. Not after my newly married bud Chad, having had a couple too many beers, just confessed to me his favorite sexual activity is eating out a guy’s ass.
I thought he was joking at first, but the look on his face told me he was dead serious.
"You like it, Jeff?" he asked in a slurred voice that I could barely hear above the bar noise.
"Like what?" I was afraid where this conversation was going.
"Like getting your hole eaten out."
"Who doesn’t," I replied.
He smiled big and clink my beer with his. “To ass eating,” he toasted. He leaned in and growled in my ear. “I got try you out buddy. Soon. Is there some place we can go?”
My little brother still likes to compare cocks whenever I come visit. I’m better hung with a thick tube of meat that hangs long and heavy. But Will’s meat is hard as iron and sticks straight up, a formidable erect piece of maleness poking out from his crotch.
"I swear you’re getting bigger, little bro," I say encouragingly. It takes me longer to get to full fuck-hard, but I know I’m well on my way.
"Yeah?" He asks, his stance a combination of pride and imitation of his older brother.
"Maybe it’s time for you to top me. See what it’s like."
He was so brazen coming on to me at the bar that I didn’t believe him when he told me he was a cop. Not that he didn’t look the part - he did, with 6 solid feet of solid muscle and sunbeated tanned face.
"You don’t believe me, do ya?" he said. He whipped out his wallet and sure enough there was an official ID.
"Is this a sting?" I asked, half joking, half apprehensive.
"Nah," he laughed. "I just like to try out new dick." He reached down to cup my crotch. "Looks like you’re packing."
"8 inches. And pretty damn thick."
His fingers massaged my stiffening rod. “You’re not exaggerating are, you?”
"Nope."
"Nice," the cop replied. "How bout letting me sit on this fucker till I spew?"
"You know what I’m thinking about?" My buddy Ken and I were driving down to Florida for Spring Break.
"All the chicks we’re going to be banging this week?" Ken’s mind is not hard to read.
"All the chicks we’re going to be banging this week." I could tell he was driving faster than normal, eager to get down there, even though we had four hours to go. "I don’t know why sorority chicks put out during Spring Break, I can’t even cop a feel half the time."
"Tell me about it bro."
I was lost in fantasies of my own, when I see that Ken has pulled out his hard cock and is working it steadily while speeding down the interstate.
"Holy fuck, dude!" I yell just as my friend starts spraying his jizz everywhere.
How a dad molests his son before taking that tight hole
Daddy got really excited when I started building muscle. My time in the gym had started to pay off and even though I loved being the best player on my intramural basketball team, I only did it because I knew how Daddy went bonkers over lean, muscular young guys like me.
"Mmmm, that’s hot boy," he growled as straddled I his lap with my legs and my hands holding the rest of my body up. My shaved boy hole winked in his face as he rubbed my hard cock underneath. I nearly shot my hot load as he rubbed, his growl like a motorcycle purring as his own cockhead grazes me through his pants.
"You’re going to have to tell me when your next game is," he said. gently pushing his thickest finger into my quivering cunt. “I’d love to rim and fuck that sweet college boy pussy after you’ve been running around court."
"But it’s just an intramural game, Daddy," I laughed, twisting my pussy into his hand. “It’s not like I’m playing college ball or anything."
He shoved another finger and I moaned, feeling goosebumps break across my skin like tiny bubbles. “You’re going to tell me when that game is son, and I’m going to breed your tight little pussy in that sweaty jockstrap. He ripped out his fingers causing me to yelp and buried his tongue in my opened hole, tasting remnants of his cum from only five hours ago.
Rob kept pushing himself at the gym, getting bigger and at the same time trimming down his stomach to a lean six pack. He was bulking up faster than his trainer has expected, and Rob suspected he just had the genetics for putting on muscle.
That and the hormones. Lately he’d wanted to fuck and be fucked practically nonstop. First it was other muscleheads at the gym. They’d meet for a session of mutual muscle worship, then go at it like rabbits. Still, something was missing for Rob. It all felt like he was going through the motions.
That’s when he saw the new kid at the gym. Young. 18. Just out of highschool. Definitely a fit gym bunny and was covered head to toe with lean sinewy muscle, but he’d just not bulked up yet. The kid was shorter than Rob, but weirdly enough that just turned the big muscle guy on. He wanted to get topped and overpowered by kid half his size. So he made his move, gave the kid a spot one day…
Fuck, this is what he’d been missing, Rob thought as his legs spread. The Kid was not smaller than Rob in the cock department. It probably wasn’t the biggest he had taken, but it was close. And right then, this 18 year old seemed more powerful than all the muscle heads who’d fucked him. Maybe cause the kid wasn’t in love with himself but in love with sex and power.