Its Heavy.

It’s heavy.

That’s right.

Let the rain soothe you.

The cloth blocks the rain,

soaks it up and becomes heavy.

Shed it.

Let the rain wash your naked body.

You are only right when you are naked.

Leave the clothes.

You have no need of them.

We have another just like you.

You have need of each other.

We will watch.

We will watch you indulge yourselves in one another.

The rains have freed you and now you find your place.

Your place is with cock.

More cock.

Any cock.

No cock will go without your attention.

You are a good boy.

My buddy was such a jerk, sometimes. While I was working out, I got this huge erection and hid it by going to the bathroom. He said he wanted a picture, if it was so noticeable I had to hide. I sent him the photo and he told me to take off my shirt. The next text told me to turn up the volume on my headphones—I was listening to something he’d recommended. I didn’t even have time to tell him I’d done it when another text came in from him, telling me to lost the gloves. I had barely dropped them to the floor when I was told to take off my shorts, that if I wasn’t naked I needed to get that way. I was then told to unlock the door for the man standing in front of my stall. I wanted to tell my buddy that the guy had grabbed my junk, wrapped his hand firmly around my hard-on, and was tugging me out of the stall but the next message said to let him do it. When we left the bathroom, a voice told me to drop the phone. Then, I did everything by audio command. I squatted on cock until it erupted all over my ass. I did push ups over cock, nose to the groin until this one erupted all over my face. I liked that one, even licked up the white juices that hadn’t been squirted so far back in my throat that I’d already swallowed them. Then, bench pressing a man until his cock erupted in my mouth, too. While I was licking up that cum, someone lifted my legs and started pounding my ass. I was excited to have the cock in me. Before I was done licking the cum off my face, another cock appeared, hands grabbed my head and I was getting plowed from both ends. Long, vigorous, deep thrusts of hard dick flesh in my holes. When they were done, there were always more. Eventually, I slept, but the cock never stopped.

It’s a boy’s duty to please his daddy whenever he’s told.

Here’s to sex slaves who never noticed you became their master. Since I joined the company, I’ve made lustful slaves out of many very sexy men who still think they’re the ones who convince me to fuck.

I just love being on the beach. The tight or loose shorts, the freeballing, and the hard bodies are driving me crazy. The way as the guys are walking around in their semi wet shorts and their cock is bouncing back and forth, left and right is just stunning. I usually just put up my sunglasses, I sit down in a deck chair, and enjoy the view… My eyes are covered, so they don’t see me peeking, it’s a perfect programme for summer.

One day I saw something that I’ve never before: a guy in 80s style shiny shorts. They are really rare, and really soft. I always had a thing for the guys with these tight and really short shorts. The way it shows their muscled thighs. The way the sun shines on them. The way they make ones cock seem bigger. Man, I loved those times. I was drooling as this guy walked on the beach with his surf board, yet my mouth ran dry. I had to lick it, and as I did it, he might have noticed me. He stopped and turned to me with a cocky smile. He knew that I was staring at him. He knew that he was super sexy. He knew that he was irresistible to me.

He just stood there smirked and started to scratch his balls. Slowly deeply to make his dick visible. It was not only the shorts, he had quite a size. Then he started to move his thighs: lifting the left one, then the right. Maybe he is just getting ready for surfing and I was not busted… I tried to look away but as the sun glittered on his shorts my eyes were stuck on him. Then he put his hands inside his shorts grabbing his dick. He started to stroke, slowly up and down… Up and down… He was getting hard. Me too. I just couldn’t stop watching him, I was stunned and mesmerised. My eyes followed his hands inside his shorts. Then he stopped. He pulled off his hand, and started to stroke his abs, his chest, driving my sight to his face. That show was for me, that’s for sure. I looked into his eyes, and I got lost in his gaze. It was like my mind was getting emptier with each moment I stare into his eyes. I felt like he was hypnotising me with those two big eyes. My body just froze, I was unable to move or just to look away. He called me, but I couldn’t move. I was so powerless, so weak, but I had to obey him. I used my remaining power to break the eye contact and focus on his semi-hard dick through his shorts. He started to move again. Left… Right… His dick was bouncing, the sun was glittering, and my conscious mind shut down. I woke up from the deck chair, kneeled down and crawled to his feet, still focusing on his crotch. I was not myself… What if somebody sees me? What if they post a picture on Facebook of me crawling on my feet to another guy? But I didn’t care. I reached my goal. He just gently grabbed my chin, lifting my face that was stuck on his shorts back to his eyes. He came closer, so as I was looking into his eyes, my lips finally touched the godly silky shorts and his dick. I was in another universe. He moved his hips, so my lips were sliding on his cock like heaven.

“You’re mine, stalker… Mine forever! Keep worshipping your god!” he said and placed his dick into my mouth.