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The fraternity being on probation meant they couldn't throw any parties. Usually that wouldn't stop them, they've thrown a probation rager before as a fuck you to the faculty, but this time they were being cautious since they were warned that any infractions during probation meant they would lose the house and get expelled. This time the stakes were high, which is why Mason turned to drinking at a bar in the city rather than risking things back on campus. He was out to enjoy himself, to get drunk and have a good time, so obviously that meant he was going to flirt with the best looking man he could find-- and boy did he land a good one. From the moment the man had walked in, there was something about him that had Mason hooked. He was masculine, mature, commanding-- everything about him was the boy's type, and weakness.
Mason didn't even bother telling his friends he was leaving he was so eager to follow the other man out back; and it didn't take long for the boy to wind up on his knees. Wrapping his plump, pink lips around the man's massive shaft Mason slowly bobbed his head back and forth; taking time to suck on and worship the man's thick, heavy cock as if were his true calling; his only purpose. Moaning loudly around the man's length at the slurs being thrown his way, Mason even blushed a bit as he was called a faggot and was told this was his place, the boy began moving his head with more fervor; taking more of the man's cock into his throat as if he wanted to continue earning this praise, if you could even call it that.
The boy knew he was being used, he felt like a common street whore, but he didn't realize just how powerless he was in the moment until the other's hands gripped tightly in his hair to keep him from pulling away as the man began ramming into him. Hard, raw, and rough; carving out Mason's throat without any restraint as the boy began to struggle and gag around the onslaught; tears in his eyes as he knelt there and was made to take it, his own cock rock hard.
OPEN TO: BOTTOMS.
Kinks for this thread: Humiliation and slurs, degradation, feminization, watersports, etc.
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The great Spider-Man needed to relax after a shitty day. He went to a bar to have a couple of drinks and smoke a good joint, while drinking his beer a guy approached him, the little fucker was pretty, pink plump lips, perfect for sucking cock and a much better ass than many of the old bitches that were in that place. After a few drinks and talking with this guy, Peter invited the guy to follow him.
Now he was in the alley behind that bar, leaning against that brick wall, shirtless, while he forced his massive thick cock in his throat, feeling those plump pink lips pressed around his shaft as he moaned. “FUCK, THAT’S IT. YOU REALLY LIKE THAT BIG FAT COCK, DON’T YOU? PATHETIC FUCKING FAGGOT!!! THAT WHAT YOU ARE. FAGS LIKE YOU ARE ONLY GOOD FOR GIVING PLEASURE TO REAL MEN LIKE ME.”
Peter said between loud grunts and moans, reducing this man to being treated like a cheap street whore. “IF YOU WANT DADDY’S CUM, YOU’LL HAVE TO WORK FOR IT” Peter grabbed the boy’s head by the hair with both hands, ramming raw and rough against that bitch’s throat, without care of whether he was choking or not.
In a shocking twist of events, Taylor actually went to his classes today. It had nothing to do with actually wanting to attend and, more so, with doing whatever he had too in order to convince his professors not to fail him. Most of them were an easy buy out-- all it took was either giving them an invite to the next party, which was a bit sad when you thought about it, or texting Hammond to send them a couple thousand dollars. Andy was different. At least, Taylor had a different plan for him.
"It's no secret you're my favorite teacher," Taylor smiled, his arms crossing over his chest as he spoke just so he could purposefully flex his biceps as he looked down at the older, seated man. "--and it's obvious I'm one of your favorites with the way you're always looking at me," he teased, "so I'm hoping you can help me out? I need you to change my grade. I need, at minimum, a B." He was not surprised when Andy told him he couldn't just change his grade, that it wouldn't be fair. The student expected this.
Reaching up, the boy yawned and stretched his arms out causing his tank-top to slip up and reveal some of his midsection before he let his arms fall to settle at his side again. Smoothing out the front of his shirt to make himself look decent again, Taylor then nonchalantly gripped his bulge with his right hand and gave it an obvious squeeze. "How about I earn that new grade with some extra credit? It could be a win win for both of us. I've seen how you look at me... you give me the grade I want, and I'll give you what you want. My cock."
Moving around the man's desk so they were on the same side, Taylor stepped closer so he was standing beside Andy as he gave his bulge another squeeze and shook it lightly; looking down on his teacher with a devious smile. "Come on, teach. I'm not even hard yet and you already look like you're about to start drooling. All you have to do is change my grade," his voice lowered as he reached down to grab one of Andy's hands to lift it, making his teacher cup his bulge himself. "--and all this is yours. I know you want it…"
OPEN TO YOUNGER TOPS!
(Froy, Vince Mattis, J. bassett, K. Connor, etc. Young fc) Give me Dom top douche fratboys in general lol.
Kinks for this thread: Large age gap, Young Dom/Old Sub, humiliation, degradation, etc.
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Andy finished his biology class as soon as the bell rang; luckily, his class was the last of the day. So his students were free to leave while he remained seated at his desk to receive and review their work. In a few minutes, the room was almost empty, with the exception of a single student, who approached when everyone left, and soon, he had him in front of his desk.
“What can I do for you, my dear boy?” Andy asked as he looked at his student. Andy wasn't going to lie; he had watched this boy many times with lustful eyes, the way he always wore tank tops to show off his big biceps and his armpits. The boy had a good body, or so it showed under his tank tops. And his bulge, many times he had caught his student's gaze on his ass, even if the man didn't turn around.
Many times he had felt that penetrating gaze on his thick fat ass or his prominent chest. Andy's muscular, hairy body made his shirts look like a second skin, bringing out his huge, round, meaty pecs coming to look like a nice pair of tits. Hearing what his student said, Andy sighed softly. “I'm afraid that's not possible. I can't change your grade. It wouldn't be fair to your classmates who did make an eff..”
However, Andy was caught mid-sentence as he watched the boy begin to touch his bulge in front of him and heard him utter an unseemly proposition. “Boy, what... What you're saying... It's not right, ok? I'm... I'm your professor and you...” Andy was trying to resist, but it was as if his eyes couldn't take his eyes off that huge bulge.
Christian hadn't planned to go to the convention but when one of his fraternity brother's mentioned having an extra ticket, he decided to tag along and check things out. The small town boy thought it was just going to be a small gathering where people could talk about their favorite heroes. He had no idea how big it was-- oh, and that indifference he felt about going was completely abandoned the second he realized he could actually meet some of the heroes. Without caring that it was going to cost him just about everything he had, he didn't come from money like some of his brothers, he paid for the full experience to not only talk to his idol, Soldier Boy, but to also get a picture with him and a signed autograph. He looked a bit out of place not being in costume but when he finally got to the front of the line, Soldier Boy didn't seem to care.
In retrospect, following the heroes instructions and meeting him back at his hotel room should have made it clear to Christian what was intended for him but the boy was naive.
He thought they were just going to talk but as soon as the door was locked and Soldier Boy's hands were on him, he realized he was wrong. In sick way, they were still getting to know each other. "Wait, Soldier Boy, please sir, wait." Christian began begging quickly, his voice already breaking with fear as he felt the man climb onto the bed behind him andrip his jeans open with ease. Grabbing onto the sheets, the boy tried to crawl out from under him but the hero moved faster; and was stronger. In one cruel push, he breached the boy's tight and unprepped hole; burying himself deep, and dry, as Christian cried out and writhed beneath him.
"Please Soldier Boy-- stop. It hurts. Please. I didn't-- I wasn't-- This isn't--" he couldn't finish his protests, his words lost behind hiccups and sobs as an overwhelming wave of pain crashed over him as the hero proved to be more of a villain; continuing to take the boy against his will, despite his begging. Christian was desperate and didn't know what else to do so he started crying out and yelling for help. Maybe someone was around, in one of the other rooms, to help.
His body refused to adjust, or maybe it simply couldn't. Soldier boy was the biggest cock he'd ever taken, in it's beer can thick girth and length. Christian wasn't a virgin, but it sure as hell felt like he was in the way his body clenched tight around Soldier Boy with a stubborn, vice like grip. With his cries and grunts of pain muffled against Soldier Boy's hand, all he could do was squirm and sob in silence beneath his hero as he was used; further humiliating himself as his cock began to leak, dampening the front of his jeans as he was absolutely wrecked and used.
OPEN TO: YOUNGER BOTTOMS.
NON-CON, HUMILIATION AND SLURS, DEGRADATION, FEMINIZATION, etc.
Scenario: Based on this GIF.
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This was stupid, but not too far removed from all the publicity he produced for Vought back in the day. Besides, at these conventions there used to be a lot of very pretty little bitches, dressing up like real sluts, and that was partly a real turn-on. So there he was. The great Soldier Boy, in front of that table, signing pictures of himself and taking selfies with them, but no one really stood out. Until a boy approached and really caught his attention. Plump pink lips, a sweet innocent face, a big fat nice ass, Ben listened to him talk about how much he admired and loved him, but the most relevant information was to hear that this pretty little boy was 18 years old.
So he gave him a picture with his autograph and behind this picture, his room number of the hotel where he was staying, whispering to him to wait for him there, and they could continue getting to know each other. When the whole event was over, Soldier Boy arrived at his room and saw his biggest fan standing in front of the door, waiting. Ben invited him in, once inside, he locked the door and the rest was history. Ben was completely naked, he had the boy pinned against the bed, he hadn’t even bothered to take off the clothes of the boy, he had just ripped his jeans and thrown him against the bed against his will, penetrating him dry and in one thrust, forcing his cock until it was balls deep.
“C'mon. This is what you wanted, right? You said you love me, that I’m your fucking idol, and you would do whatever for me. You were practically eye fucking me at the convention” He commented as he looked at the camera in front of them. There was something exciting about doing that in front of the camera, after all, the video would be for his eyes only. Ben was getting more and more turned on watching the helpless small boy clench his fists and struggle, as if he had any chance at all of escaping.
And even though Ben was enjoying listening to his pleas and squeals of pain, he covered his mouth with one hand so that no one would hear his cries of pain and cries for help while he squeezed his neck with the other. “SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING FAGGOT! No one is coming to help you! So stop crying and take it!!!” Ben growled, smiling between his moans as he raped the boy. That hole was so fucking tight, squeezing his big fat cock so freaking good.
Ben wouldn’t let this boy go until he emptied his balls about two or three times, hell, maybe he’d use him all night. His hips moved in powerful, hard thrusts that showed no mercy whatsoever, forcing his way between those tight walls, seeking to drive his massive cock, as thick as a beer can, deeper and deeper as pleasure-filled moans came from Soldier Boy’s mouth.
Mark was a good friend, and an even better cock sucker. Anthony came over to hang out with him and catch up, maybe get a load off or two, maybe even smoke something and just relax seeing as it had been a while since the two had gotten together. His plans were, for the most part, fairly innocent but that was all completely abandoned when Mark's father, Nolan, answered the door in nothing but a towel on. So being a whore runs in the family.
It was short work getting Nolan out of that towel and on all fours for him. Devouring the man's hole, Anthony's fingers gripped so tightly into the meat of his ass that he was likely going to leave bruises behind, he fucked the man's tight, pink hole with his tongue; enjoying how easily the grown man was reduced to a moaning, begging mess a bit too much.
"You're fucking pathetic." Anthony laughed as he pulled his head back. "Mark and I were friends for a couple months, at least, before he started begging for me to fuck him-- it only took you a couple of minutes." He taunted, spitting onto the man's hole before leaning back in to push it into him with his tongue. "You're more of a cock-fag than he is." Lifting himself up onto his knees, Anthony undid his pants and pulled out his massive, thick erection without bothering to get undressed. Leaning over Nolan's back, he grabbed a fistful of the man's hair and pulled his head back as he let the weight of his cock rest in the valley between the man's cheeks. "A whore like you doesn't need any more prep, do you? Admit it. You want my stud cock to split you open, make you nice and loose to match how fucking easy you are, don't you?"
OPEN TO YOUNGER TOPS! (Froy, Vince Mattis, J. champion, J. bassett, etc. those kind of young fc)
Kinks for this thread: Large age gap, Young Dom/Old Sub, humiliation, degradation, etc.
Nolan Grayson was on all fours on his bed with one of Mark's friends who had come to visit, but instead, they were greeted by the boy's hot dad, with only a towel around his waist. Nolan wasn't going to lie, the boy was hot, quite the young stud and it didn't take long for the older man to fall for the other's flirtation. Nolan had to admit that the boy knew what he was doing.
Feeling that expert, skilled tongue in his tight hole, working its way between his tight walls, feeling the wet muscle forcing itself deep inside his hole until he felt the boy's face buried between his huge round fat buttocks, made him moan loudly.
“THAT'S IT, STUD. FUCK! YOU'RE FUCKING AWESOME! DON'T STOP. FUCK ME WITH YOUR FUCKING TONGUE! I WANT YOU TO PREP ME WELL AND MAKE ME YOUR FUCKING WHORE!” Nolan exclaimed as he thrust his hips against the young man's face, moaning like the needy fucking whore he was as he smothered him between his thick cheeks.
Barry always found a way to turn everything into a bet, even going out and drinking at a bar with some of his friends. He would also hardly consider this a loss. His friends had bet him that he couldn't get the bartender's number and, since he lost, his punishment was he had to approach the most attractive person at the bar and shamelessly offer himself up to them like some easy slut since flirting and using his usual lines hadn't worked. Yeah. He was definitely losing out here. Barry didn't know much about the man that he approached, aside from the fact he was quite literally the most attractive person he had ever seen in his life, and-- as per the rules of the bet-- while they made some idle chat, in front of the man's friends, Barry bluntly offered, before even bothering to ask for his name, to get the man off back in his motel room.
Obviously the man agreed. Who wouldn't? Once they were in the motel room, and after Barry had hung the do not disturb placard on the door, he turned around and began undressing himself. There was no need for foreplay in the set up he'd offered, this wasn't romance after all it was just fucking.
"Fuck," Barry audibly gasped as he looked up at the sight of the man laid out on the bed. His body was incredible. Thick, bulging biceps that flexed as he propped his head up with his arms; hairy, sweaty pits that looked like they were made for him to bury his face in; mountanous, pillowy, muscular pecs and abs that looked carved. The man was mesmerizing but what earned the reaction from Barry was the man's massive, looming cock. Longer than anyone he'd ever been with, and thicker than a beer can with heavy, full balls and a full bush of hair at the base, it was mouthwatering. "You're huge."
He was impressed, not discouraged. Climbing onto the bed, he immediately got to work between the man's legs. Licking and covering the man's cock with his spit just to give it a bit of lube so it would fit in his mouth easier. His pretty, pink lips were struggling around the man's girth and while he might have been the biggest the boy had ever taken-- he was still proving that this was a talent of his as his throat accommodated the gargantuan length. Slurping around the man's cock as he bobbed his head, his lips tight and his cheeks concaved around him, Barry moaned under his breath at the taste in his mouth as the man's pre began to coat his tongue; as he worshipped that man's cock as if it were his sole purpose in life.
OPEN TO: BOTTOMS.
Kinks that will be used in this thread: Humiliation and slurs, degradation, feminization, watersports, etc.
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After a mission, Chris Redfield and his team always went to a nearby bar in the area to relax and have a few drinks. The captain was in luck that night, as there was a little slut who wouldn’t take they eyes off him. So he went over to chat a bit, they offered him a good time and well… Chris had been out of action for weeks or even months. His balls needed to be drained.
So he went with the little bitch to a motel room and as soon as the door closed, clothes flew everywhere. The captain was now naked, lying on the wide bed, both arms behind his head, showing off his muscular biceps, his hairy sweaty armpits, his firm and huge round pecs, his firm abs and his whole big muscular body that glistened softly against the layer of sweat that covered him. “Fuck yeah. That’s it. Suck that cock”
The little fag knew how to handle a cock like his, given that Chris wasn’t small. His cock was huge, thick as a beer can, a thick clump of pubic hair surrounded the base and a pair of heavy balls. The captain moaned and grunted as he enjoyed having his musky sweaty cock worshipped. It was throbbing and an almost exaggerated amount of precum was dripping from the head. “Yeah, suck it. Suck it FUCKING FAGGOT!!!” Chris exclaimed smiling and not taking his eyes off of it.
He was annoyed that the other student turned him down and wandered off but Taylor wasn't surprised. So many people were afraid of getting in trouble, and it was no secret that their fraternity was being heavily scrutinized at the moment. Apparently some people actually cared about graduating and wanted to do well in school rather than waste all their time on parties and debauchery.
"It's my free period," he lied, easily, as he looked up to smile at the professor. Charlie was one of his favorites but not because he liked the man's class or his teaching style. Charlie was one of Taylor's favorites because the fantasy alone of getting that man naked, and hearing him beg for the young stud to fill him with his load and treat him like a whore, was enough to make the boy shoot what felt like gallons worth of cum whenever he masturbated to the thought of it-- and who could blame him? Charlie was grade A, prime beef. Muscles staked on muscles, covered in thick fur, that jawline, and a stature that made the man the epitome of masculinity. How could he not fantasize about fucking him stupid. He'd be a king on campus if he had a man like Charlie begging for his cock.
"Oh, you heard that?" Taylor questioned, his smirk only widening as he looked Charlie over. The man might have been taller than Taylor, and bigger in build and stature, but it was clear from the boys attitude as he stared up at his professor that Taylor considered himself the bigger of the two.
"Damn, after all this time that's all it took?" He questioned, laughing a bit under his breath as Charlie reached forward and groped his bulge. "I make one lousy joke to a fellow student and all of a sudden you're making me an offer like that and openly touching me in the halls? don't tell me you're jealous?" Taylor challenged. He shouldn't have just accepted the man's terms, he was going to get what he wanted regardless, but the boy was already on a bit of a high horse so he couldn't help from trying to see how far he could take things. "Kiss my bicep," he demanded as he lifted his right arm and flexed, causing the muscle to bulge, as he kept his eyes locked on Charlie while a few students moved around them. "I've seen the way you watch me in class, you want this even more than I do, so kiss my bicep and then we have a deal."
Professor Charlie was walking through the halls of the school, looking over a couple of papers, when suddenly he overheard the whole conversation. The man might as well reprimand the boy or... He could have some fun; he hadn't gotten a good lay in a while, and well, Taylor may not have been any good at all in his class, but he couldn't help but watch the guy from head to toe every time the boy decided to attend his class. Those sexy biceps, those hairy bushy armpits, the strong, masculine musky scent that must have been there.
There and on his cock. So he turned the corner to appear in front of the two boys who were in that empty hallway, since the rest were in their classes, as they should be. Before Charlie could say anything, the guy Taylor was trying to join his fraternity left, trying to avoid trouble, he guessed. He let him go, though, so he was left alone with the young stud. “Mr. Taylor. Aren't you supposed to be in class right now?”
Charlie commented as he examined the boy from head to toe, biting his lower lip at the sight of that sexy pose, arms crossed, that damn cheeky grin and the professor had clearly heard that last thing he offered the fleeing student. “But I'm going to propose you something. I won't send you to the principal, and I'll say absolutely nothing about what I heard, in return..."
Charlie looked both ways, making sure there wasn't a soul around. So he reached over and ran his hand over the boy's bulge, stroking it a couple of times. “...You give me the best fucks of my life. I bet that boy couldn't have taken half of it. You need a real hungry expert cock slut” The professor winked at him, because behind that image of a respectable and polished professor and even though the man was full of huge muscles and a hairy masculine body, Charlie's true nature was one of a fucking insatiable cock-hungry pig slut, a man who enjoyed being submissive and being dominated by young studs like Taylor. “Do we have a deal?”
Mason had seen Chad and Luke around, people were always talking about the jocks, but this was his first time running into them in the locker rooms; and now he really understood why people were always talking about them. The men were built like gods. Rippling muscles staked on muscle, bodies carved from marble and glistening with a heavy layer of sweat, as if they were the genuine definition of perfection, he was already flustered and he hadn't even noticed their cocks yet.
Gasping and blinking rapidly as he looked back and forth between the two, it was clear he had finally noticed their massive cocks. Were they getting hard?
"Yeah?" He questioned with a weak, forced laugh. "That would be awesome, actually. I can't remember the last time I actually enjoyed a shower on campus. I'm tight as fuck because of it," Mason explained, looking moreso at their cocks than their actual faces, as the other two began to move towards him. Within a matter of seconds both of the beautiful black men were on either side of him, making him feel a bit cornered; a bit small despite his own powerful physique.
"I already showered," Mason started to make an excuse for himself, there was no point in getting back into the cold spray, but he was quickly distracted by the sharp, but playful, spank. Gasping, again, he liked his lip as a bit of color crested over his cheeks. "--but if you two really think you can show me how it works, I'm game. Like I said, it's been a while since I've been able to relax so I'll take whatever I can get."
Chad and Luke arrived at the locker room after the arduous training that the coach had put them through. Both boys were drenched in sweat, and as they were undressing, you could see how their big, muscular bodies glistened under the light of the lamps of the place before the layer of sweat that covered them. It was a locker room, and they were all men, so they didn't really bother to put a towel around their waists afterwards, the place was practically empty.
So their massive black cocks were in the air, they were chatting. When they saw Mason walking over to where they were, both guys' cocks reacted instantly, as Mason really had a phenomenal body. Especially those huge round pecs that looked like beautiful tits, those thick thighs, and fuck, that ass—the way the towel hugged all over that huge round fat thick ass. Just looking at the guy, both jocks were already starting to get semi-hard, both possessing a 10-inch cock and thick as beer cans.
"Well... It's your lucky day. Chad and I can help you relax and warm up" Luke commented, smiling as he stood in front of the boy, brazenly and uncaring of his nudity, leaning back against the lockers. Chad did the same, perching himself behind Mason. Both black studs surround the beautiful white boy. "We were going to take a shower, actually. You can join us, and we can show you how to use the shower..." Chad spanked his ass hard. "...We can taught you that and more," he murmured in his ear.
@sinfulnesxx 15A from here
Heath's hand curved to the back of Diego's ass as his roommate pounded into the guy they'd picked up at the bar. They'd said something about an afters but all that really meant was the two of them wanted the older man bent over some lawn furniture so they could fuck him until he couldn't see straight.
"Check this guy out." Heath jokingly praised as his hand pushed up and down at the small, bristly hairs at the back of this guy's head. What the fuck was his name again? Heath couldn't really remember. While he presented as sweet, and all american, the truth was he liked to get as rowdy as he could, whenever he could. Maintaining a perfect GPA kept his parents off his back, made it easy for him to get away with shit like this. This guy's pretty mouth on his cock, Heath's crown pressed firmly at the man's throat: perfect nightcap. "I think my guy has done this a few times."
"Fucking whore." Dean. This guy's ass had been like a loosened vice when they started but now he felt like an open hallway. Diego wasn't small, Heath might complain later but Diego was always the first in and then the last in too. There was something completely feral and unkempt about taking a guy to Paris with your best friend, where Heath had the good guy thing down, the hard smack from Diego's palm across Dean's ass painted him as anything but.
His hips bucked forward as his thighs hit the back of Dean's legs, his balls slapping against the round curve of the older man's pale ass. "Suck my boy's fucking cock." He grinned behind Dean as he curled his hand around the man's waist while the other pushed aggressively at the back of the other's head.
the barbers weren't an strict family, with hunter's grandfather being an open-minded man and andy himself passing that down into his parental style with hunter — but one thing he didn't accept was lack of care for his health, also taught by his father. so hitting the gym nearly everyday was a must for them, and sometimes it happened that they'd meet each other there without scheduling it; they just passed so much time there, it happened every once in a while. that afternoon, andy invited his older brother, luke, to join him, and they spent some good ol' brotherly bonding time, marking each other's time and praising each other's physique. once they entered the shower room, though, a surprise: a third barber. a younger and just as fit... but much more well-endowed. eyes closed as he stroke it, almost as if mocking andy and luke, he invites them to come closer and help him, likely not even knowing who they were.
they exchange a single look, wondering if they're thinking the same thing, and approach the younger male. andy's on his knees and hands already, mouth slowly taking in each inch of his son's length, as luke places a hand on his nephew's bicep. “getting too big for my taste, hunter. gonna pass your uncle any day.” the younger man was under half his age, but with a real man's body already. his hand makes its way down those mouth-watering abs, grabbing the cock and pulling it out of his brother's mouth, only to slap it, heavy and thick and loud, on his tongue. “think you got enough cum for two hungry fags?”
Open to: Bottoms ( Prefer older like: J.manganiello, H.Cavill, C.Evans, C.Hemsworth, Alan Ritchson, etc.) but open to anyone. Kinks for this thread: Dom/Sub, humiliation, degradation, etc.
Hunter came out of a tough gym workout that day, so once his routine was over, he needed to relax a bit. So he went to the locker room, stripped naked, and went to the showers. He turned on the water taps and regulated it until a warm stream ran through his muscular body, washed his hair and began to wash the rest of his body. After a few minutes under the stream of water, he grabbed his massive fat cock, closed his eyes and began to jerk off, letting out moans as he enjoyed himself, however, soon he felt someone’s gaze on him.
"Are you going to come help me or are you just keep going to watch? I could use a mouth and a ass" The young stallion commented still jerking off with a smile as the hot water ran all over his firm pecs, his eight-pack, and his whole big and muscular ripped body.
closed starter for @sinfulnesxx !
after being done with showing a house to new potential clients, cal decided to go home. that was a great thing about being his own boss, making up his hours. he just wanted a shower and maybe some greasy food (he never skips the gym, he deserves it!), and no more clients were scheduled for the rest of the day, so home sweet home it was. but, right when he stepped through his front door, he heard something that startled him. moans so slutty he knew it could only be from porn; dirty, almost disturbing, shameful porn. then he heard himself say, in a low-quality audio, that's right, cry on my cock, and his heart jumped a beat.
he made his way up the stairs with his heart pounding, dreading the moment he'd open the door to his office and have to face the consequences of that terrible invasion of privacy. he could already hear his wife's screaming at him the dirtiest possible insults when he peaked through the ajar door, and his heartbeat changed for the second time in two minutes. it wasn't marsha in there; his youngest son was watching his homemade porno videos. and jacking off to them.
nate was fully naked on his office chair, hand going up and down on his dick, eyes transfixed in the recording of cal hammering his cock in and out of some pretty boy. he doesn't remember the boy's name; only only calls him slut and faggot on the video, so maybe he didn't even know it then. he can't help it, as a man — his cock slowly stiffens in his work pants, and he swallows thick as his eyes begin to notice each curve of his son's body. he tries to focus on the video, tells himself that's why he's hardening, but can't: he's drinking in the sight of nate, unaware and naked and full of lust. dying to be made into daddy's pretty boy. pretty girl, even.
he grabs at his crotch, stimulating his cock to harden and stiff more, and slowly opens the door, stepping into his office. the kid's so transfixed on the striking pounding video cal is doing he doesn't notice the real thing, bulge in his pants, behind him, until - “what are you doing, nathaniel?”