Toms Tale, Part 7

Tom’s Tale, part 7

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Shawn entered the room again in the company of Tyler Posey. Tom tried to arrange himself upon seeing Tyler, but Shawn just handed him a blue jersey and a pair of jeans. ”Put this on…Now!”, Shawn said sternly and Tom did as he said. Shawn’s cum was still dripping from his freshly fucked hole, but he pulled up the jeans and headed out with the two men.

Outside, there was this typical redneck truck and Cameron Dallas and Cody Christian waited for them next to it. Shawn had put on a cowboy hat. He had a fetish for cowboys, sports jocks and rednecks and this was his party after all so he set the scene according to his own fantasy.

The four guys all sat down on the back of the truck, all but Tom. Tom got down on one knee and glanced back at Tyler. His eyes met Tyler’s and his gaze made him feel like a deer caught in headlights. Tom gulped and couldn’t look away. Transfixed by Tyler’s dominant mannerism. 

His heart skipped a beat as he realized that Tyler probably was the kind of guy he was looking for. He had a feeling he’d do anything for Tyler - very much willingly.

Tyler Posey pulled down his jeans and his erect cock sprang out. Tyler didn’t even need to say anything. Tom was on his knees in front of him in a flash and his lips found his cock and he made love to that cock. Tyler leaked pre-cum into Tom’s sucking mouth and something just fired off in Tom’s brain as the taste hit his tastebuds. It was as though Tyler and his cock was made just for him. If Tyler’s cock was the only cock he’d ever suck for the rest of his life he’d be completely content with that.

Tom applied all cock sucking skills he had. He wanted, no needed, to make Tyler happy with him. Judging by the sounds Tyler made between jokes and laughs with the other 3 guys - Tom was doing a great job. He lapped up the tasty fluid as soon as it escaped the tip of Tyler’s cock. It was intoxicating. He felt as though Tyler’s essence rewired his brain, made him his property… Shawn had never made him feel like this? Tom knew this had to be what he had always longed for.

Tom somehow felt Tyler’s need to fuck his ass now and he turned around and lifted one leg up on the back of the pick up truck and presented his ass to Tyler. Tyler smiled broadly and was amazed how Tom seemed to know exactly what he wanted. ”This one’s a keeper” Tyler thought to himself. The seemingly fluid interaction between Tom and Tyler didn’t escape Shawn. He felt a pang of jealousy as he noticed how fully Tom seemed to submit to Tyler.

Meanwhile Cameron was fucking Cody Christian’s ass next to them and Shawn went up to Cameron and tapped him on the back. Cameron knew that meant Shawn wanted a go at Cody’s ass.

”If Tyler’s having fun with Tom, I’ll be damned if I’m not going to have a tight ass to fuck too” Shawn thought somewhat annoyed. Tom moaned as Tyler fucked him vigorously and arched his back so his cock could get deeper inside. Tyler closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of Tom’s velvet-like ass around his cock. He put his hands around Tom’s slender waist and thought to himself that if this was the only ass he’d ever fuck from now on - that would be totally ok…

Shawn tried to hide his frustration over the chemistry between Tyler and Tom by taking on a ”I don’t give a fuck” attitude while Cody happily bounced up and down his cock. Shawn couldn’t really enjoy the energetic and enthusiastic boy on his cock. He had a feeling Tom was slipping away from his grasp.

On the other end of the truck Tom was bouncing up and down on Tyler’s cock. Tom followed the directions of Tyler’s hand on his waist to a fault and was literally putty in his hands. Tyler was working over in his head how he’d get together with Tom again after this - just the two of them. There was no way he’d let a catch like this slip through his fingers. He felt a warmth in his chest as he lovingly looked at Tom ”twinky” frame that was making his cock feel so good…

Everything For Sir Apa

Zayn Malik brings out the most dominant side in KJ Apa. The sexual tension between the two is electric and Zayn found himself doing everything KJ demanded…

‘1-Fake a Day’ #12 (2017)

Matty’s  9″ Monkey Wrench by CombiningPowers

Walking up to the ever-familiar Nascar racetrack that he was so fond of visiting, John Krasinski had a light spring in his step as he pictured another full day of hanging around Matty, Matty’s garage and Matty’s precious car. Like a hyperactive child in an unattended candy store, Krasinski had such a blast the past couple of weeks that he honestly could not wait to dive back in; his feet tingling with excitement as he approached the main entrance. Wearing a white tank top with blue, pit-crew pants to fit in better; John was ready to do whatever he could to get on Matty’s good side. It was a particularly burning day and already his brow and underarms were sweating profusely, his matted top patchy with the saline liquid. Essentially skipping through the sizeable doorway, the smell of burnt rubber on sizzling asphalt as well as the gentle aroma of spilled gasoline filled his nostrils, the combined scent bringing such a nostalgic feel to the 29 year old. 

As it was a Tuesday afternoon, the racetrack was mostly empty and lifeless; aside from the odd mechanic or maintenance worker fixing the metal fence that separated the cheering crowd from multiple 3-ton metal death cubes going over 120 miles per hour. Beelining straight towards the garage in the centre of the oval-shaped track, Krasinski was thrilled to see Matty there, working hard as usual. “Matty! Hey, it’s me again! Did you miss me?,” beamed John, his hair waving freely as an industrial air-con began blowing gales of cool air towards him. Matthew seemed pissed off to see the 29 year old but he was usually like that so it was probably just his default state and totally not because of a notably bothersome individual. “What do you want John?” fumed the 34 year old driver, currently covered in splatters of viscous oil as he was maintaining the underside of his vehicle; the black and yellow car suspended 2 metres in the air by a red lift device. “I came here to see you and your baby,” replied John eagerly, leaning on a large tool rack as he wiped the excess sweat from his arms and forehead. “Think I could finally give the ol’ girl a spin?” gushed an obviously enthusiastic Krasinski, drumming his fingers along the racks metal surface. 

Matthew sighed loudly below the car and moved out from under the heavy vehicle, pressing a small button in his pocket to lower the car lift back down; a whining screech filling the cold garage as the lift descended. “I’ve told you this at least one hundred times John, you can’t drive the car,” expounded Matt irritatingly, his voice hoarse and scratchy from what appeared to be mild dehydration. John hung his head down slightly in disappointment, though his energy from before remained the same. “What do I have to do to drive around the track? I’ll do anything at this point,” pleaded John, his hands in a prayer clasp as he pushingly begged the other man. There was a noticeable spark in Matty’s eyes for one split second, John knowing that if he pushed a little further … he could finally get his way. “C’mon Matty, you know you want to,” chirped John, waving his arms so forcefully that he then accidentally knocked a large can of paint from the tool rack onto the floor; the clang as the tin hit the floor causing both men to jump.

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Will Fuck On 1st Date

Zayn Malik was standing by the bar trying to look as sexy and appealing as possible. KJ Apa came up to the bar and sat down. At first he ignored Zayn completely. Zayn wasn’t used to that. Most guys would just ogle him sheepishly or try and strike up a conversation.

The ginger dude just sat there and drank his beer like he didn’t have a care in the world. It was driving Zayn nuts. He had a thing for gingers and this stud just oozed testosterone. He glanced at him and read the text on his t-shirt: “will FUCK on 1:st DATE”

He tried everything. He licked his lips seductivly, he turned and “accidently” showed off his ass, he tightened his abs, he let the bottle linger just a little too long on his lips and slowly licked the top of the bottle and still no reaction!

After about 15 minutes, KJ suddenly spoke and looked directly at him and said:

“You’re coming with me, boy!”

Zayn was taken by surprise by this sudden turn of events and all he managed to blurt out was: 

“Yes please, Sir…”

KJ got up and grabbed Zayn by his harness and took him with him. Zayn timidly followed KJ who was still holding on to his harness. Zayn swallowed hard and his heart was pumping really fast. This directness and the fact that he was practically dragged out of the club like a piece of property made Zayn sport a hard on. 

Creamy White Buns

Mark Consuelos couldn’t believe his eyes when he caught a glimpse of KJ Apa’s creamy white ass…He knew he had to tap that ass. He invited him over with some lame ass excuse and KJ accepted. 

They didn’t make it further than into the kitchen before they started making out. All it took was for Mark to seductively touch KJ ass through his jeans.

Soon after that, clothes flew every where as they both undressed each other. KJ knew Mark was straight and married, but he saw the need in Mark’s eyes - almost glazed over with lust. His hand caressing his ass, his latino cock leaking pre-cum…

They both hopped up on the kitchen island and fucked like animals. 

Cucarrón is slang for a straight man who sometimes fucks boys too.

Slightly Jealous, part 3/5

KJ Apa licked Charles Melton so expertly he had his bro purring like a cat…

Part 4 will be posted tomorrow.