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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.
