Happy to report that chapter 8 of Ours has been sent to my editors, and should be posted within the next 2 weeks! Normal update schedule to resume after that!
Hey all! If you follow my other blog, you already only that I’ve begun to post content over their again. Well watch this space, sometime in the next two weeks you can expect regular story updates to resume their normal schedule.
I wanted to give a heartfelt thanks to everyone who’s sent me words of encouragement during my recovery. I promise more porn is on the why.
Cory was practically bouncing in his seat in the back of Derek’s car. It was Friday, and school had just let out; they were headed to the cabin for the weekend. That itself would normally be something Cory would really look forward to, but what he was really excited about was the fact that tomorrow is the day his chastity cage comes off. He’d been on his best behavior, especially since his night alone with Derek. The possibility of earning another reward was certainly incentive enough.
“You doing okay back there, Cor?” Nic turned in his seat, sensing Cory’s excitement.
“Yes sir! Just… looking forward to the weekend.” Cabin weekends were always fun, but this would be the first time they would be back in almost three months, since the weekend Nic and Derek had first taken ownership of Cory. Nic had even told Amy he would be in the middle of the woods all weekend and wouldn’t be able to check his phone much. They’d both be all Cory’s. Or Cory all theirs.
“Looking forward to getting that cage off too, right?” Derek turned the car off the main road into the woods as he spoke.
“…The thought may have crossed my mind, sir.”
“Well careful boy, don’t get ahead of yourself,” Nic warned, smiling devilishly. “You still gotta make it through tonight.”
“Yes, sir,” Cory knew Nic was just teasing him…right?
“Besides, I kinda like you like this. Quiet, obedient… might need to keep locked up and horny more often.”
Cor wasn’t sure he’d survive being locked up any longer. The hardest part of this week and a half had been not being such a smart-ass, and that was almost impossible hanging around these two. “Are we doing anything special this weekend, sirs?”
Five days. It had been five days since Cory had been locked into his chastity cage. Five horny days in which he was still expected to suck off and get fucked by both of his dominants whenever they requested. Cory wasn’t sure if he was in heaven or being tortured. His dick wasn’t sure either.
When Cory wasn’t horny (however rare that was), things weren’t as much of an issue. In fact he had gotten so used to the cage that a couple of times he had totally spaced and attempted to use a urinal, only to remember that due to his current predicament, sitting down to pee was his only option. While this had led to a couple of awkward bathroom interactions, for the most part Cory was in the clear.
But the rest of the time, when Cory was horny, he thought he might lose it. He wasn’t able to get hard in the cage, but that didn’t stop his dick from trying. It wasn’t painful, but it was a discomfort Cory was forced to learn dealing with on a daily basis. The fact that he found the cage itself hot enough to induce an erection was beside the point.
Not that he was ever alone with his thoughts enough for it to matter. Despite both boys now being in semi-regular relationships, their need for almost daily blowjobs did not abate. Cory frequently found himself on his knees with a mouth full of cock, his own straining in its cage between his legs. At least when they fucked him there was a chance he would still get off, but the boys also seemed to be making a point of using only his mouth, denying him of any orgasm at all.
He soon learned that whining about his predicament would be no good either. He was fine the first couple of days, but during and after what felt like a long weekend without sex, Derek and Nic found themselves fielding many frustrated pleas and complaints. After several repeat warnings, Cory was soon on the receiving end of a dubiously helpful “reminder spanking” and had a few more days added on to his punishment. His new unlock date would be next weekend, and he decided it was best to keep his mouth shut. Except when he was ordered to open it.
It was 6 in the morning on a Saturday, and I was lying awake in bed, my stables bare. What I mean by that is that I found myself without any of my regular morning boys to call over. They were either unavailable or had proven to be unreliable enough that we had lost touch. So I found myself as I often do when I can’t sleep, laying in bed with a hard-on, trying to find a boy to take care of me.
More often than not, the efforts of my searches are fruitless, and I am left to take care of myself before moving on with my day. But it would seem luck was with me this day - a cute boy on Scruff sent me a woof. He was local, awake, and into all the right things - mainly being a cumdump sub bottom. We started chatting, quickly exchanged pics, and before I knew it I was out the door and on my way to his place.
You can tell I was rather desperate since I was willing to go to him instead of making him come to me. It had been a few weeks since my last really good fuck. I don’t just mean decent sex, I mean the kind of fuck that goes on for at least an hour and leaves you both sweaty and sore messes by the time you’re done. The kind where you spend the rest of the day feeling really really fucked out, just totally sated. That’s what I needed.
I arrived at his place just after 6:30. The sky was still dark and the roads still mostly empty. After texting him that I was there, he told me to meet him at the back door to the house, in the garage. He met me there and let me in, and beckoned me immediately into his bedroom, right next to the back door. I would learn later that he lived with a number of straight roommates. Love a slutty boy who sneaks his dick appointments in and out of the house.
I didn’t let us get too deep into small talk before I start stripping myself down. He followed suit, only wearing a pair of shorts himself over a bright red jock. I very quickly grabbed him and pulled him into me, going in for a kiss while my hand snaked around to grab and smack his ass. He’s a good kisser, and he moaned into my mouth when my fingers began seeking out his hole.
“Seriously? You guys are both busy tonight?” Cory pouted from his seat at lunch.
“Yeah, sorry boy,” Derek apologized. “I forgot I told Tricia I’d take her to see that new Oceans 8 movie tonight.”
“And I finally got Amy Palladino to let me take her out,” Nic added. “Sorry Cor, but there’s no way I am passing up on a chance at that.”
Tricia Helfer had been Derek’s on and off girlfriend for a couple of years. His usual date to school events and dances, they were both popular, both from wealthy families, and both incredibly attractive. It only seemed natural that the two of them would be together, though they were never quite serious enough to ever make it official. Amy Palladino was the current captain of the varsity cheerleading squad, and someone Nic has been trying to hook up with since she transferred here sophomore year.
“It just sucks,” Cory explained. “You guys both told me we were hanging out tonight.” Cory paused and looked around to make sure no one was close enough to hear them. “It’s been almost a week since we’ve been able to…” he trailed off. After their visit to Good Vibrations last week, the boys quickly found their free time eaten up. Between school work, football practice, and unexpected family obligations, the only “intimate” time any of them could find were for hurried blowjobs at or right after school. And now girls were getting in the way too. Cory was horny and frustrated.
“I know boy, I know,” Derek tried to reassure him. “We’ll make it up to you, promise.”
“Okay,” Cory continued pouting from his seat. He didn’t want them to make it up to him. He wanted them to spend time with him. He wanted them to fuck him.
Things seemed to fall in place easy enough over the next few weeks. The boys resumed their normal routine - school together in the mornings, hanging out together, and studying. The only difference now was that sometimes, Cory would find himself either on his knees or his back when either Derek or Nic required some ”service“ from him.
Blowjobs around school were not uncommon, one of the boys hustling Cory into a bathroom or other spot where they knew they could get some privacy. Cory’s oral skills had only improved after so much practice, and he now felt fairly adept in his ability to swallow down cock. His gag reflex was still a little bit of a problem, but it really only affected him these days when Nic or Derek really wanted to fuck his face, and he found that he didn’t really mind it that much anyway.
Cory’s other hole had gotten it’s fair share of training as well. It hadn’t happened at school yet, and Cory hoped it would stay that way. As hot as it was to think about, he had learned multiple times over the previous week just how…involved getting fucked was. He wasn’t sure how it had happened, but that night at the cabin was a total fluke. Between the lube, the stretching, figuring out positions, finding places to even do it, and oh god the mess…it almost wasn’t worth it.
(It was definitely worth it.)
“Oww.”
The whine came from Cory in the center of the bed. Cory, who had been on the receiving end of two very rough fuckings last night. Who lost his virginity last night.
“Heh, pretty sore, huh boy?” Derek was already awake.
So was Nic, but neither had quite felt up to actually getting out of bed just yet. Getting up meant having to pack. All of their parents were expecting them home before dinner. They had school tomorrow.
“Yes sir,” was mumbled into a pillow.
It was still the morning, earlier then when they had gotten up yesterday. They probably had a couple of hours to putter around before they needed to get on the road. Derek stretched his legs from his spot behind Cory, making sure to give his ass a good grind with his morning wood before swinging his legs to the floor. He walked over to the kitchen.
“Come on. I bought bacon and eggs just for today,” he spoke as he pulled out a couple of pans for the stove.
“Duuuuuuude, you’re the best,” was Nic’s reaction, also mumbled into a pillow.
Eventually the smell of cooking bacon was too much, and both boys migrated from the bed to the small table, eyes still heavy. Neither boy was particularly a morning person, but Derek somehow was always able to wake up easily. Cory hissed slightly as he sat, his sore hole a thorough reminder of the previous night’s activities. Once they finished cooking, Derek brought over two large plates, one filled with bacon and the other scrambled eggs. Nic and Cory reached automatically for a piece of bacon before even grabbing a plate.
“Fuck,” Cory hissed again as his butt returned to his seat, bacon in hand. “My ass is so fucking sore.”
“Yeah…sorry about that boy. Wish I had something to tell ya but…you’re just gonna be sore for a couple of days,” Derek informed him. “Probably want to avoid eating anything spicy the next few days…” He smirked, biting into his own piece of bacon.
“So,” he continued, “we should probably talk about what things are going to be like once we get back home.”
Cory awoke groggily the next morning. At least he thought it was morning. Peeking his eyes open, he saw that the sun was up and probably had been for some time. He was asleep on the pull out couch with Derek while Nic slept on the other couch in the cabin’s common area. His head was still fuzzy and his mouth was dry, but at least he wasn’t hungover. He pulled his blanket over his head, trying to force himself back to sleep, the sounds of Nic’s light snoring coming from the other couch. Slowly, the previous night’s events began to creep back into his head.
‘Okay. So your friends know you’re gay. That…that’s fine. You were going to tell them, eventually…you were just waiting until you were far, far away in college. This wasn’t how you planned to do this. But you also didn’t plan to suck their dicks. Oh my god, you sucked their dicks. You sucked both their dicks, next to each other. They wanted you to suck their dicks.’
‘They wanted you to do more than just suck their dicks. They like…planned this whole thing out. Wait, they planned this whole thing out. How long had they been waiting to do this? We still have like a fay and a half before we go back, what else did they plan? I mean they definitely had fun last night. We all had fun last night. Right?’
Cory’s mind reeled as the stream of consciousness in his head never slowed. What does this mean? Are we still friends? Are we still going to hang out how we used to? Are they going to tell anyone else? He lay there for nearly an hour, brain never slowing enough to allow him to fall asleep. Just as he was about to get up he heard a stirring coming from Nic. He stilled, he wasn’t ready to face…whatever this was yet. Maybe another hour would help. Or a year. Or ten.
“Dude, you suck at this game. Just give up and go get me a drink.”
“No, you suck at this game. I’m kicking Cor’s ass.”
“Are you high? No, you’re not.”
It was a typical Friday night. Derek, Nic, and Cory were spending a weekend alone at Derek’s family’s cabin, as they had for the past 3 years. They had been coming out here a lot longer than that, but it was only after their first year of high school that Derek’s parents started letting them use it alone.
The three had been friends for almost 10 years. They met in the 3rd grade and quickly bonded over a mutual love of cartoons, video games, and superhero movies. Over the years their interests began to differ, things like girls and sports entered the picture, but through it all the three remained close. Now in their last year of high school, though the boys seemed to run in different social groups they still found time to spend together.
Derek was the oldest, though only by a few months. Not quite a jock but still athletic, at 5’10” and with dark brown hair he had his pick of girls at school. Nic was even taller at 6’0”, and being on the football team meant he also rarely had to look far for a girl. His latino background gifted him with tan olive skin and jet black hair. Hair that went everywhere. People often expected a much louder and brash personality, but he largely preferred keeping his emotions in check and to himself. Finally, the youngest of the group by a couple of months was Cory. Just a little chubby, any interest he had in sports went out the window as soon as his mom got him his first computer. Now he spent most of his afternoons indoors, his curly brown hair growing shaggier and the lack of sun not doing his pale skin any favors.
Three friends are entering their final year of high school, and one of them has a secret: he’s not just gay, but also very submissive and kinky. After his two friends find out about this, they decide to take advantage of the situation. With the internet as their guide, they work to train him to be their personal cocksucker and fucktoy, but unbeknownst to them, they’re going to learn a whole lot more about themselves on the way.
It was a Friday night and I was hanging out at home with my roommate and Daddy D. Daddy and I had continued to see each other when we could though I think we were both realizing the realities and limits of our situation. Still, when we did see each other, we always had an amazing time together.
Tonight was a quiet evening. I had moved out, into a place with much more tolerable roommates. We were hanging out in the living room together, watching TV and smoking some pot. Daddy was friends with my new roomie, Brian. He introduced us. in fact, and it wasn’t long before the flirting started.
Brian was bigger than me, both in height and weight. A fuzzy bear of a guy, Daddy certainly knew where to keep the cute ones. He was sitting in between the two of us on the couch, in a t-shirt and shorts. I was similarly dressed, and Daddy was in jeans. The show we were watching had just wrapped up, and it seemed Brian had an idea of what to do with the rest of our night.
“Well now that that’s over…you guys wanna come upstairs?” Brian coyly asked us.
Did we ever.
“Lead the way,” Daddy answered before I had a chance.
I hope that if you’ve learned anything from reading my stories, it’s that when I arrange for some playtime with a boy, I plan on taking my time. If the sex doesn’t last at least half an hour I’m not doing myself or my partner any favors. So when the opportunity arises, I love having a boy spend the night with me so that I can use him throughout.
One weeknight I had a boy, Nate, coming over for just such a visit. He was in town specifically for me, one night only. I unfortunately had to work early the next day, but this would be would be our only chance to meet up for some time. I’ve gone to work after not sleeping for two days straight. This would be a cakewalk, more than worth any drowsiness I was going to have the next day.
Nate arrived mid-evening. I was working on a few writing projects and needed to finish up, so I led him up to my room and got him comfortable. Which of course meant having him strip down to his jock for me to gawk at. Nate was tall with a thick forest of hair covering his body. As I wrapped up my writing work I kept finding myself distracted; looking over to him, half naked on the bed. I needed to finish.
And finish I did just a few minutes later, after which I launched myself onto my bed and on top of Nate. As my hands roamed his body I leaned my head towards his for a kiss. He moaned into my mouth as he felt my tongue slip inside and I grabbed his ass roughly in response. I could feel his already hard cock grinding against my rapidly inflating one.
This story begins like many others: I was horny.
It was a Friday and work was going particularly slow, so I was on my phone hunting for some after-work booty. All my regular boys were tied up, and not in a good way, so I was stuck searching for someone new.
I didn’t have to look long before a cute cub, I’m calling him SlutCub for now, was hitting me up on Scruff. Short haired, fuzzy, and submissive, he was in town for work and staying at a hotel near my office. We talked for a bit, discussing specifics and kinks, and set up a meeting time after work. Once I was done at the office I drove right over.
I walked in and made my way to the elevator. I always wonder if the hotel employees can tell why I’m there when I just walk past them and make for the elevators. Wouldn’t stop me even if they did, of course. As I walked the halls I passed gaggles of teenagers, presumably here for some sort of school conference; no idea what’s going on in the rooms next to theirs.
The door was open and as I let myself in I was greeted with the site of a boy ass up on the bed, naked from the waist down. I shut the door behind me and kicked off my shoes as I approached him. I grabbed his ass with one of my hands and gave it a firm smack. I stood there, squeezing and kneading his cheeks for a few moments, before dropping to my knees in front of it.
I was stressed out. It had been a long week between work and my personal life and I was really starting to feel it. So by the time Friday rolled around I was eager to do something about it. Additionally, my particularly randy mood led to me making some new purchases for the bedroom. Thanks to wonderful places like Fort Troff, I was the proud owner of a shiny new set of bondage straps for my bed. I also purchased a set of cuffs - one pair for the wrists, one for the ankles, and then a special pair for thighs. I was not messing around. After everything was set up the only thing left to do was get a boy over and strap him down.
I didn’t have to look long; boys really like when you talk about how you’re going to tie them up. I quickly found one of my regular boys, B, was more than willing. He was excited, as it would be his first time trying bondage. We set up a playtime for after work that day and then I eagerly awaited our appointment.
He arrived at the scheduled time and I pulled him upstairs and into my room. He stripped without being told as I stood at the side of the bed watching. Once he was wearing only his jockstrap, I pulled him with me onto the bed. My hands immediately went for his ass while my mouth sought out his.
The holidays were over, but Daddy D and I still found ourselves unable to meet up regularly at either of our homes. A combination of roommates and busy schedules forced us to make do with what we could, leading to a lot of dirty pics and texts being sent back and forth. I became particularly fond of expanding my jockstrap collection and showing it off for him. All the while we checked for any openings in our schedules for us to get together.
Eventually, we lucked out and found a good night for the two of us to meet up. Both of our places were still unavailable though.It looked like we were going to have another fun night in a park together. Daddy sent me the address of a place nearby, and I hopped in my car that night to meet him.As I pulled into the parking lot, I could see it was a pretty innocuous looking park. It had all your usual trappings: some pavilions, a baseball field, playground. Then, further back, was a forest with a number of trails people could go on for walks. Not exactly like the trails from some of my camping adventures, but I’m sure they’ve seen their fair share of action.
I sat in my car for a few minutes until I saw Daddy park his own. I walked over and hopped in the passenger seat. We weren’t going anywhere, I just wanted to make out a little. Once we were done, we stepped out and made our way over towards the park proper.
After our impromptu threeway, Jay and I got up to get our day started properly. We had lots of fun plans to get to! I grabbed a quick shower before Jay so that he would be able to assess the damage to his well-used hole, and give himself another cleaning afterwards. I am ever the gentleman.
The first thing on our docket was the beach! No too far from my home is a nice little public beach. And on certain portions of this beach, law enforcement has been kind enough to “look the other way” when it comes to public nudity laws.
We were headed to a nude beach for the afternoon.
Before we went to the beach proper, though, we had a couple of stops to make. The first was just for food - fucking three times in 12 hours builds an appetite. While we grabbed a quick bite, our second stop became apparent when some cute boy started chatting up Jay online. He wanted a piece, and I’m a very generous daddy, so I told Jay to let him know we would be stopping by.
This boy, we will call him Pete, lived not far from where we were headed, so it only took us a few minutes to get there after leaving lunch. He let us in and led us straight to the bedroom. Pete was verse, and he was looking to get both of his itches scratched that afternoon; first I would top him, and then he would top Jay.
It wasn’t hard falling asleep after a night of sweaty and exhausting sex. And there are many, many benefits to having a boy in your bed overnight. For example, if you happen to wake up in the middle of the night as frequently as I do, you have a nice, warm, still-wet-with-your-cum hole to use. And nothing helps you fall asleep like draining your balls.
So naturally, when I woke up around 4 am and was unable to get back to sleep, I decided to make the best of the situation. Jay was still fast asleep, playing the little spoon to my big spoon. My already hard cock was pressed against his ass, and I ground my hips forward firmly, but gentle enough so as not to wake Jay.
Spitting into my hand, I slicked my cock up quickly and inched my hips closer to Jay’s. Pushing his ass aside with my knuckles, I aimed my cock at his hole and pushed in, finding very little resistance, as expected. I could hear Jay begin to stir as I bottomed out, wrapping an arm around his belly to hold him in place. I held myself in place, buried to the hilt, and flexed my cock a few times, feeling Jay stir more and more each time he felt my cock expand inside him.
As I thrust into his hole, I could hear Jay’s moans being muffled into the bedding. This is far from the first time I’ve used him like this. I’m not even sure he’s fully awake. Not that it would matter. I pulled him tighter to my body as I continued to fuck his hole. Not going for anything fancy or involved, just a good old fashioned breeding and then it’s back to sleep.
Our cuddle break eventually turns into a groping and kissing break, after we catch our breaths. Everything still felt so good, I was perfectly content to let Daddy guide me through whatever he wanted to do next. Once he’s ready, Daddy extracted himself from the bed once more.
After first making sure we were both still well hydrated, he again opened his duffle bag of goodies. He wasn’t looking for much - just something to fasten my cuffs together. Returning to me, he attached my cuffs together and flipped me onto my stomach.
Daddy at first covered my body with his own, taking the opportunity to again bite and mark up my neck and shoulders. I wanted to wear his marks forever. Then he began to work his way down my back; reaching my ass first with his hands, and then his mouth. Roughly kneading and squeezing my cheeks, he spread my ass to tease my hole, gently blowing air over it. Then he dove in, tongue first.
I love getting rimmed. Contrary to popular belief, a lot of tops enjoy having their asses played with. I just don’t enjoy when you try to stick something more than a tongue in there. Tease and rub the outside of my hole to your heart’s content - it feels great. But any boy who tries for more is gonna get some sense spanked into him real quick.
Christmastime was here, and I was looking forward to unwrapping a daddy shaped present. It had been a couple of weeks since our fun in the park, and I was very eager to see Daddy D again. Finally, we had managed to find a good time for the both of us. His place would be empty, and I would be able to spend the night.
And spending the night was important because the plans we had made would require a small amount of recovery time afterward. Daddy D had gotten his hands on some MDMA, also known as molly or ecstasy, and we were going to take some and spend all night fucking our brains out. I had done molly a handful of times before, though always in a more casual setting - never sexual. After hearing some of the things people had told me about having sex while rolling I was pretty excited to try it myself. MDMA is probably the “hardest” drug I’d ever be willing to do, and even then very sparingly and under certain circumstances. This just happened to be one of those circumstances.
I packed an overnight bag and headed over to his place. After I parked, Daddy lead me inside and straight into his bedroom. I set my bag down and got comfortable, taking off my shirt. Daddy came over and began to kiss me, taking off his own shirt before sitting on the bed.
“You ready for a fun night, cubby?” He asked as he reached over to his nightstand.
I love traveling. It’s something I’ve only started to be able to do recently and I have been taking full advantage. This past December I took my first international flight in decades - to Australia. In addition to just wanting to visit this beautiful country, I had someone special there I wanted to see, my little brother.
Not my actual little brother, mind you. I mean little brother in the kink sense. Like a daddy and son dynamic, but instead we are big brother/little brother. So lots of teasing, joking around, and “bullying” going on between us.
And by bullying, I mean bullying his ass with my dick.
My little bro is cute, tall, furry, lanky, awkward-like-a-puppy-who’s-too-big-for-his-own-body, adorable, otter of a boy. I had known him for a couple of years, having met through a 3rd person online and instantly bonded. We talk all the time, tell each other everything, and as I was pleased to confirm during my visit, are intensely sexually compatible.
It had been a few days since I arrived (plenty more to tell you about later), and the two of us were relaxing in the small apartment I had rented, content to just enjoy each other’s company for the day. We were, of course, wearing only our jocks, as we had been doing whenever we were alone during my stay.
With my overactive libido, it didn’t take much for us to frequently end up in bed together. Bed not actually required. My little bro had quite the talented mouth and accommodating hole on him, and I made sure to make use of them whenever the mood struck me. He was more than happy to oblige and help his big brother out.
I smiled as I entered Leo’s apartment for the second time. It was only a couple of days after our last meeting, though, unfortunately, his husband would be unable to join us once again. Lucky for him though, I had plans to make up for that.
After a hug and a butt grab I took a seat and tossed a pillow onto the floor, between my legs. “Kneel,” I ordered, pointing.
“Yes, daddy!” Leo chirped in response, quickly dropping to his knees.
I stroked his head as we chatted and caught up. Soon I begin removing my clothing, again handing them over to him to fold and put away, until I was down to only a jockstrap. Once Leo was back on his knees, I pulled him by the back of the head towards my crotch, his mouth automatically opening to take in as much of my jock-clad cock as he could.
I lazily ran my fingers through his hair as he mouthed at my cock, admiring the level of effort Leo was putting into even this simple task. What a good boy.
“I really wish Stu would have been able to make it,” I mused, referring to Leo’s absent husband. “Gonna have to do something to entice him, I think.”
Leo looked up at me with questioning eyes but said nothing, not wanting his prize to leave his mouth for even a moment.
It was a Friday evening and I had just finished working out. Jay was on his way over to spend the weekend with me and I was awaiting his arrival in my room. We had plans to go to the beach together on Saturday but hadn’t committed to anything else just yet. Personally, I didn’t really expect us to leave the bedroom much. Jay likely didn’t either.
Once he arrived, I introduced him to my roommates before taking him upstairs to unload his things. I was far more interested in unloading in him, so I sent him to the shower to clean up and clean out. As I eagerly waited for him to emerge, I set out the lube, poppers, and other implements near the bed for easy access. I also made sure to get a glass of water, because I knew we would be dehydrated by the time we were through.
Jay finished showering and joined me in my room. With a smile, I pat the spot on the bed next to me.
“Get over here boy,” I told him.
“Yes sir, daddy,” he replied happily before cuddling up to my side.
It was a couple of days after my evening with Daddy D. Since then we had been texting almost constantly, lots of pictures and dirty talk, the usual stuff. However, we were unable to meet up again as both of our places continued to be unavailable.
We weren’t going to let a silly thing like that stop us though.
We decided we would meet downtown. There are a few places there we could have some privacy, at least to walk around and talk. Nothing inappropriate of course, just innocently spending time together…
A nice, if not chilly, evening, I arrived downtown and parked before looking around for Daddy’s car. Once I spotted it I hopped in – we wanted some privacy after all, I just needed a place to keep my car for a few hours. We drove away from the skyscrapers and into a neighborhood. Daddy found a good secluded spot and parked, and we both got out to walk around a small lake nearby.
We strolled around the lake together. It was the early evening, the sun had just gone down and the streetlights were just turning on. As we walked, Daddy pulled a blunt from his pocket and lit it, and we passed it back and forth as we told each other stories from our pasts. He told me about what it was like in high school for him, while he was still in the closet. He was an athlete, which meant having to fuck a lot of girls. Hearing about that only made him hotter. Something about that “straight” guy mystique.
Apparently this one posted to Nifty, but not here! Enjoy an extra story this week if you haven’t already read.
It was late one night when I first met a new pup, Leo. I was at a family event and chatting on Growlr, waiting for an acceptable moment to leave. You know, normal gay culture. A cute Latino cub, he and his husband lived nearby. Neither of them had much experience with kink, but were very interested in trying. Now, normally I’m a little hesitant to get involved with someone “new” to kink. Obviously, it’s important that the two of you can trust each other, and I’ve also had a few bad experiences with people who overestimated their interest. They don’t understand that when I say I’m going to tie them to my bed and fuck them stupid… they’re actually going to be tied down and fucked stupid.
But something about this pup was calling to me. So, once I can leave, I grab a Lyft and head to his place instead of going back to mine. I reach their apartment in the early evening, and Leo and I make our introductions after he let me in. His husband was working that night, so it was just be the two of us this time. Still, two new pups to play with.
Leo had rolled a few blunts for us, so I spark one up while as chatted. I don’t partake in a lot of substances, and you should always make sure you are in the right mindset and able to give proper consent when you are about to engage in some kinky play, but we wouldn’t be getting into anything too heavy, and weed just makes me really cuddly and handsy. Leo didn’t seem like he’d complain about that. As we smoked, we asked about each other’s personal lives, work, and kink. We had spoken earlier about some of what we were into, but I was still trying to read what it was Leo was looking for. I don’t think he even knew himself.
Alright, this is the first story I’m putting trigger warnings on. This story contains a detailed account of the enactment of a rape fantasy. So if that is something you can’t handle, skip this story. Otherwise, hope you enjoy!
Once upon a time, I had a really great fuck buddy named T. T had moved away a few years prior, and I was left with only memories and the occasional ass pic to remember him by. But one day, I lucked out; T was driving back into town for the weekend, because he had a wedding to go to. Naturally, spending the weekend away from home meant seeking out a safe and reliable source of dick for the weekend.
Wait is that not normal?
We eagerly awaited our chance to finally release some of the tension we had built up together. Our schedules, however, did not seem to be as eager as we were. Between his wedding events and my own obligations, we were unable to find any time to get together before he left. Sad but understanding, I was prepared to end my weekend with my dick unsatisfied when late Sunday night I got a text from him. The wedding had just let out, and he was headed back to his hotel. He was staying an extra night, not wanting to drive back so late at night, and wanted to know if I would still be up for some fun.
Fuck yeah I was.
He sent me his motel address and room number, and we figured out when I should head over. We also talked about some of the particulars that our evening might entail of. Specifically, a fantasy of his that we had discussed several times before but were never able to enact – a rape fantasy. I know that may not be everyone’s cup-o-tea, so I understand if you quit reading here. All consensual, and very much wanted, he let me know he would leave the door unlocked, and was headed to bed.
I pulled into the motel a little after midnight. I took my time driving here, and strolled leisurely to the room. I wanted this to be as real as possible, which meant making sure T had fallen asleep since we had last spoken. I approached the door quietly, seeing it slightly ajar.
I very carefully open the door and closed it behind me, making sure to prevent the lock from clicking behind me. The room was dark, lit only by a light coming from the bathroom. I saw T’s form on the bed facing away from me, the sheets rising and falling with his breathing. I stood still for a moment, waiting for any indication that my entrance disturbed him. Once I was satisfied, I took in the rest of the room.
It was a small room with a single bed, but that’s all we needed it for. There was a couch next to the door and I moved towards it. I began to slowly and carefully strip my clothing, placing it on the couch in a pile. I sat for a moment and began to work my cock hard as I watched T sleep. Once erect, I crept over to the side of the bed and continued to stroke myself. I came up with an attack plan, and positioned myself accordingly before I attacked.
I quickly leapt onto the bed and covered his body with mine. Expectedly, he immediately began to fight back and try and buck me off. I wrapped an arm around his neck and grabbed one of his free hands to pin him.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch, I wanna fuck and you’re the lucky slut who gets to take it,” I growled in his ear, grinding my hard cock against him to make my point.
“No…stoAAAHHH,” he protested as I sunk my cock into his ass.
Biting at his ear, I listened to his whines and whimpers as I forced the rest of my dick into his hole. He struggled in vain against me, really putting up a fight. I appreciated the realism. I held him down as I began to fuck him hard and fast, not wanting to give him even a moment to recover. Shoving his face into a pillow to muffle his protests, I took my pleasure from his ass.
He was nice and tight, just like I remembered. And holy fuck was this whole scene hotter than I had anticipated. We had discussed this entire scenario before – and quite thoroughly at that. It always devolved into dirty talk of what exactly I was going to do to him. But in practice, I was always a little hesitant – this isn’t a kink for the faint of heart. So far though this has been one of the hottest experiences of my life.
I hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me…
The intensity of the situation started to get to me. I still had my arm around his neck, relentlessly thrusting down into him with all my weight. I could hear his whimpers and moans muffled by the pillow, his weak attempts at protest or to fight me off. Fuck… I was gonna cum, right now. With a loud groan, I exploded, slamming my cock home and breeding him deep. I continued pounding into him with each blast of cum until I collapsed in a heap atop his body.
I caught my breath as everything started coming back into focus. I could hear T below me doing the same.
“How you doing down there, boy?” I asked, checking in.
“That was fucking awesome, sir,” was his response.
I chuckled. “I’m just glad we finally managed to make it happen.”
“Me too, sir.”
We lay there a while longer, lazily chatting as we caught up. It wasn’t long, though, until I started getting hard again… and I knew T would absolutely be down for a round 2…
“I’m getting hard again, boy,” I informed him with a grind of my hips.
“Good thing you’re still here then, sir, huh?” he teased back.
I gave him a smack on the ass and moved from lying on him. I looked around the bed for only a second before grabbing him, forcing him to his knees, and turning him to face the wall. The wall with a full length mirror aimed right at us. I grabbed his hair roughly and pulled his head up, making him watch the exact moment I breached his ass once more.
I enjoyed seeing his mouth drop open and his eyes bulge as his already sore hole was filled to capacity once more. I wasted no time and began fucking him earnestly. Leaving one hand in his hair, I used the other to smack at his ass as I thrusted into him. I was in no rush, knowing my second nut would take some time to build up.
I kept his eyes trained on the mirror, making sure he watched every moment of himself getting thoroughly dominated. I climbed onto the mattress to fuck him at a higher angle, nailing his prostate and causing him to make noises loud enough to wake his neighbors. Glad I wasn’t the one staying overnight.
By the time I was nearing my orgasm, the both of us were totally drenched in sweat. The bed was squeaking in time with my thrusting, and any pretense of this being rape had long since flown out the window. I locked eyes with T, one hand tightly gripping his hair and the other on his hip, as I slammed home and filled him with load #2. I kept thrusting until I was drained, and pulled out with a wet sounding pop.
“Good boy. We definitely have to do this again next time you’re in town,” I said, smiling down at T before spanking his ass for good measure.
“Sir, I’m afraid I’m going to need you to fuck me like that far more often.”
I chuckled.
“Deal.”
It had been a couple of months since I first met Rick & E at their pool party over the summer. During those months E and I met up a few more times so that I could make use of his mouth and ass. I was able to make it over once during the day, when it was just the two of us, fucking him in his marital bed once more, though with less of a time limit. Another evening, I brought over a friend and Rick watched as the two of us took turns using E’s ass.
Overall it was a lot of fun, but I was still feeling like I hadn’t really been able to show him exactly how capable I am in the bedroom. I needed to get him over to my place the next time. Want that home-field advantage. So, once we figured out a good night for the both of us, Rick sent E right over to service his daddy.
There was no need for introductions or pleasantries when he arrived. I let him in the door and led him straight up to my room. I sat down on the bed and looked over at him.
“Strip,” I told him, eyeing him hungrily.
This story is going to be a bit of a departure from the rest: I take the role of the sub rather than the Dom.
I first met Daddy D on, what else, a “dating” app, late one Monday night. I was just leaving the apartment of a pup I owned at the time, after a nice long session of face and ass fucking. I was waiting on my Lyft when I saw I had a message a faceless profile. Normally that’s enough for me to not even bother with a response, but there was something about this guy. He thought my profile was interesting (it is) and complimented me on it.
We chatted about my pups and how my evening had gone, which is a story for another time. The conversation kept going and we talked about our turn ons, past relationships, and sexual prowess. The conversation went deeper and was better than I could have anticipated - before I knew it my Lyft driver was dropping me off. It was late, so we agreed to chat more tomorrow, and I headed to bed.
I’d love to tell you I’ve got a boy in every town, just eager and waiting for me, but for the most part I keep my list of personal submissives relatively short. I like to ensure that the boys on I’m spending my time with are worth it. I have one particular boy from Texas, the son to my daddy, who frequently flies in to my location to visit his family. Unfortunately, that means we don’t get a lot of time together, as his family demands most of his time. We try to see each other when we can, but it’s difficult.
Tex is a few years older than myself, with tan Latin skin and thick, coarse hair covering his body. Most of our sexual interactions have been quickies in one of our cars or my apartment, often on a lunch break. And don’t get me wrong, I love public sex (as you have hopefully been able to surmise from some of my previous stories), but it’s hard to show a boy how you own his ass when you can’t get IN his ass.
So we came up with a plan: He would fly in for a few days, just to spend with me. I would meet him at our hotel room after work on Friday, and we’d spend the weekend together. Then, he would then tell his family he was flying in a few days AFTER that. By the time out mini-vacation is over, his family will think that he just landed – so he still gets to see his family while he’s in town, and we get some alone time without any interruptions. I was horned up most of the day just imagining the things we would get up to this weekend. All the things I would have him do…all the ways I would use him. It made getting up from my desk very difficult. I was already packed and ready to go.
One fall, and I was spending the weekend at a local gay campground. If you’ve never been to a gay campground, I highly recommend it! Especially the ones that are clothing optional. Which, if you know me, you’ll know that this was one of those places. In addition to all your standard camping accommodations, they also had a pool and a few bars on the grounds. There’s also the forest trails and an afterhours “club” which are basically just covers for people to hook up.
I had just gotten out of the pool to refresh my drink and use the bathroom. As I got back in to rejoin my friends, someone callS out to me. Well, I kinda assume they mean me, since it was just a “hey.” Turning to look I see a cute, caramel-skinned cub smiling at me. I smile back and decide my friends could wait for me just a little longer. I sidle over to his side of the pool where he and one of his friends were hanging out.
We make introductions and I can tell that the cub, Jay, is a little tipsy. Not drunk by any means, but his smile has a hint of that goofiness you see in someone who’s feeling a little buzzed. He tells me he thinks I’m very cute, and I tell him he’s cute right back. He’s a little bigger than me, with tan skin all over. Short brown hair and a nice scruffy face, and that face is just adorable. His friend isn’t half bad either.
I can feel the alcohol doing its job as we flirt back and forth. There’s a little touching and some minor groping, but we keep it PG for now. As PG as you can while being naked and half erect in a pool, I guess. Eventually though, I needed to get back to my friends. Before I left, Jay, his friend, and I made plans to get together in just a little while. They tell me the location of their campsite, and we decide that I’ll meet them there later. Then, we will walk down to the trails together and…see what happens. I swim back over to my friends, cute bears in their own right, but with my mind still mostly occupied with Jay and the things I wanted to do to him.
You know those mornings where you wake up just before your alarm and you don’t know if it’s worth going back to bed? I hate those. A lot. Normally, after a few minutes of unsuccessfully trying to fall back asleep, I’ll make myself get up and do something. Work on a project, finish some chores, play a game – anything. Then I lucked out and found me a boy who makes mornings like that much more tolerable.
I met Bear by chance. Just a random person who sent me a message on a hookup app that I decided to keep talking to. The first time he came over, it was a fairly brief affair. I was working from home that day, and sometimes when I do that I enjoy getting a nice sub to stick under my desk. Can’t exactly do that at the office. So he came over and serviced me with his mouth, and I made sure to get a good feel and look at him.
He’s an older bear, but age is never something I’ve cared about. He’s got a nice, soft, hairy body. I like a big boy I can grope and squeeze on, and sadly, a lot of the really sexy ones are so self-conscious that they don’t think you’re serious. Finally - and this isn’t a term I throw around a lot, but with him, it fits - he also has a nice, tight, furry cunt. My place was on his way to work, so if he left early enough it was very easy to arrange early morning servicing sessions, even last minute. I could wake up, text him around 6ish, and he’d be over by 6:30 and out by 7.
As a gay man, I can tell you that it is a fairly common occurrence to receive an invitation to a friend’s pool party. I mean hell, this is my second pool party story in a row. It is also fairly common that the pool party is going to be clothing optional. And it’s certainly not uncommon for people at these clothing optional pool parties to pair off and find a room to have some fun. Like the room with the sling set up in it. It’s good stuff.
On this particular Saturday, the party I was at was beginning to wind down. Starting in the early afternoon, and guests began slowly leaving the pool and hot tub as the evening drew to a close. The hosts were friends of mine, and I would be crashing there for the night – something I usually do if I know I’ll be drinking late into the evening. By 10 p.m., the only people left are me, the two hosts, and another friend of theirs. I specify “of theirs” because for whatever reason this individual did not seem to particularly like me.
I’ve written about one of the hosts before, Daddy M, who I tag teamed the sexy Bartender with. At this point in time, he was living with his then-partner Kev, and I would frequent their place to enjoy their pool, hot tub, and sex with the both of them. We had been chatting up a boy earlier, and made plans to have him come over once the party was done. The aforementioned sling was set up in the bedroom, and we were looking forward to getting him strapped in.
As is often the case, I spent a good portion of this past summer trying to stay cool. Lots of indoor activities, going to the beach, and of course pool parties. On one particularly warm Sunday, I was chatting with a new friend, Rick, who invited me to just such a party. At a home with a private backyard. In which one can be naked. The only thing better than a pool party is a clothing-optional pool party. So naturally, I grab a six pack and towel, and head over.
I meet Rick for the first time when I arrive. He leads me in and introduces me to his other friends, with a few more are on their way. He also introduces me to his husband, E. The party’s only just started, everyone’s still clothed, no one in the pool yet. More guys show up, and we’re all just sitting around, having a few drinks and talking about video games or TV or whatever. It’s pretty low key, but that’s a good thing. Walking into the middle of an orgy can be a little off putting. Personally, I just like more of a challenge. Eventually, Rick breaks the ice and jumps into the pool, spurring the rest of us to strip down and join him.
Swimsuits are all still on; some people aren’t comfortable with public nudity, and I’m not out here to pressure anyone to get naked. However, I also am not out here to be modest myself, which is why my swimsuit is basically not a swimsuit. (If you wanna see a picture of said swimsuit, head on over to my main blog at dom-n-ation.com. You’ll find it, and probably a bunch of other images of me naked that you will later realize you didn’t want to actually see. Apologies in advance.) Half the reason I come to parties like this is to show off, which is also why I bought swimsuits that look like THAT.
When you were in school, did you ever start crushing on one of your teachers? Getting hard imagining your teacher disciplining you, contemplating the smell of your gym coach’s jockstrap, calling a certain professor “Daddy” in your head. Logistically, you know nothing will ever come of it, but you still fantasize about it. Mostly harmless.
Well, I did it. I fucked my teacher.
This story starts many years ago, when I was still in college. The degree program I was enrolled in was fairly new, and a lot kinks were being worked out as it went along. Along with that, we also had a pretty decent amount of young, or young-ish, professors. Since it was a tech-related program, everyone was pretty nerdy as well.
The subject my professor actually taught isn’t important, but you can be damn sure it was my favorite class. From that very first day, he made an impression on me. Scruffy facial hair, good sense of humor, and many shared interests - he was teaching in my major after all. Instant crush. Then I found out he was gay, and I nearly went all anime nosebleed everywhere. Found out in the middle of class too, so I really had to make sure I kept my shit together. After that, I probably spent the next two or so years hopelessly crushing on Teach. I think knowing he was gay gave me some sort of subconscious false hope that I actually had a shot. But I mean come on, I don’t think someone’s going to want to actually risk their job over some kid who can’t even legally drink yet.
This is the first of several stories I will be posting each week. All of this is true, and really happened to me. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed doing it!
It was the fall, and I was away from home for the first time in a very long time. I was on the west coast, visiting a good friend and former daddy of mine whom I hadn’t seen for a few years. I’ll call him Daddy M, or just Daddy, here. Now, I could probably fill an entire book with the stories I have of Daddy M , but this particular tale is actually about a third person the two of us picked up together – something that as tops, we enjoyed doing frequently.
Since arriving a few days ago , my visit primarily revolved around food, fucking, and drinking. Overall pretty great. Daddy M lived within walking distance of a number of gay bars, which is how most of our evenings were spent. Being a gay bar, naturally the bartenders were all very hot, and luckily, mostly not straight. It’s always a little annoying when you find out the hot guy making your drinks and flirting with you is in fact straight – what’s the point of being able to look if I can’t also hogtie him and throw him in my trunk? Well, one bartender in particular caught my eye. Just a few years older, strawberry blonde hair, and a sexy beard right under a very impressive mustache, and 100% gay. We’ll call him Bartender (Original, I know).
I probably spend the next fifteen or so minutes just trying not to gawk at this gorgeous man while he works. Then I see Daddy M just chatting with him like they’re old friends.
Because they are. Daddy calls me over and introduces us, and fuck if this guy’s not even sexier up close. Not only that, but he’s easy to talk to. As we order more drinks, we keep talking, smiling, flirting – whatever you want to call it, there was something there. The connection was so instant that I really had to consider if he was just doing this for the tip.