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Showing posts with label Gay Erotic Stories. Show all posts
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Saturday, 4 February 2012

Ballet Tights story


 My best friend Joe & I had Just finished enjoying a fantastic performance of “Swan Lake” by the Boston Ballet Company & were discussing it as we walked back to his car. Both of us were ballet fans from way back, but since Joe was somewhat older than me (mid-50s actually; but incredibly handsome & well built) his interest & knowledge went back a bit further than mine. Not only did we love the artistry & beauty of the dance, we also loved the men in their tights; and this was the topic of our conversation.

“Damn! Wasn’t that lead dancer just the most sexy, virile man you’ve ever seen?” Joe asked. “I’ve NEVER seen a bulge that HUGE on ANY man.” “I have..” I said “on YOU!”

“Aw Steve, you say the nicest things.” said Joe, leaning over to put his arm around my shoulder & kiss my cheek.

We had been best friends for years and only recently discovered that we’d developed some powerful romantic and erotic feelings for each other and became lovers over the past few months. We’d both discovered as well a shared fetish for ballet tights since our youth and would wear them almost any time or place that we could. We even wore them under our pants whenever we attended ballet performances instead of underwear. It was so erotic and sensual to feel the soft, snug lycra tights on our manhood as we sat in our seats watching all those beautiful, muscular dancers leaping about in their snug-fitting tights up on stage.

So engrossed in our conversation were we that neither one of us noticed the man in the overcoat who appeared suddenly in front of us on the sidewalk. “Oops! I’m so sorry...are you ok?” said Joe, who bumped into him. “I’m fine, thank you...no harm done.” said the stranger, flashing a dazzling smile. It didn’t escape either one of us that he was quite handsome and pretty well put together.

“Did you gentlemen enjoy the ballet?” he asked, a curiously knowing look in his eyes. I spoke up first. “We most certainly did. It was definitely the best production of Swan Lake I’ve seen in awhile. The sets, the dancing, the costumes.” “Especially the costumes!” said Joe with a laugh & a sly wink at me. “Yes, I must agree with you there. I found that in this production, the male dancers’ costumes were so much more sensual and revealing of their anatomy than in previous productions...I quite liked that.”

Joe and I exchanged looks of astonishment that this perfect stranger would make such a bold observation....an observation that WE would have made. Feeling somewhat bold myself and more than a little excited, I said “You’re so right about that. I’ve always wished that the men’s costumes could show some more of their bodies, especially their baskets. And their asses too of course.” I added with a wicked grin.

Joe continued this line of talk by saying he figured it would be nice if it were possible for him to travel back to that time and that world of magic and sorcery and dress like the men in the ballet. “Really?’ said the stranger. Turning next to me he asked “And YOU young man. Do you wish that you too could wear the clothing of that time and place as well as travel back to that period in history?” “Oh god yes!” I said. “I wish all men of today dressed in tights like that. And I would definitely love to able to travel back in time so I could see and experience that period for myself.

Just then the man opened up his coat to reveal what appeared to be an ornately carved cane with a large white jewel on top. Removing it from the folds of his long coat he held it up in front of Joe and myself and said in a deep sensual voice “So you shall.” Suddenly, the jewel in the cane began to glow with a bluish colour, then came a low humming sound which gradually became louder and deeper, causing the very air to vibrate. Joe and I also noticed that we felt a vibration in our genitals as well which was not at all unpleasant, though unexpected. Just then came the sound of crackling and popping, like electricity arcing. This too became gradually louder until it was quite intense. Without warning, two bolts of lightning shot out of the jewel, striking Joe and me directly between our thighs. Instantly we both felt intense tingles of pleasure that quickly turned into pain (although it was still strangely pleasurable) that radiated from our genitals outwards to every square inch of our bodies.

Moments later everything around us began to dissolve into a sea of colour, light, sound and sensations. I felt myself becoming completely disoriented to the point where I couldn’t distinguish up from down or left from right. Our clothes began to disintegrate and for a brief moment we were completely nude; only to have completely different clothing appearing to take their place. Instead of black ties and suits we now both wore full-length tights, knee high leather boots and sleeveless leather tunics with lacing instead of buttons. These tunics we both noticed were quite short, coming to just above our hips so that our asses and packages were clearly visible. Just as suddenly as it began, the strange sounds, lights and sensations stopped and we found ourselves in a dark, foreboding place neither one of us recognized. My body was still tingly even after the force or energy...whatever it was...that brought us here had passed; especially my penis, which I observed had grown larger as a result of my being aroused. Quickly glancing over at Joe I noticed that he too was sporting a partial erection that was rapidly becoming fully realized. He caught my gaze and smiled. Looking around our strange new surroundings he asked “Where the hell ARE we? This is a forest...we were right in the middle of downtown and now we’re in the middle of NOWHERE!”

“I don’t know about you Joe.” I said, “But this place gives me the creeps”. “It is kinda dark and gloomy isn’t it? Almost...fairy tale-ish in a way.” he noted. “We really should get moving Steve, maybe there’s someone here who’ll help us get out of this place and back to civilization”. “Joe, I don’t think this is any old forest....this really DOES look like something out of a fairy tale.” “What, you mean like one of those ‘enchanted forests’?” asked Joe. “Yeah, I mean like one of those enchanted forests...complete with witches, wizards, dragons, goblins and all that stuff.” “You’re kidding me, right? Things like that just don’t exist Steve” “Joe, you just don’t get it. This isn’t some kind of prank, we actually ARE in some sort of fairy tale land and this really is an enchanted forest......wait a sec, is that a lake over there?”

Joe and I looked at each other. “No....way” we said simultaneously. Sure enough, as we moved to get a closer look, we could see that yes, in fact, it was a lake. A lake filled with many incredibly beautiful men swimming about...apparently nude.

“Oh my god! Do you SEE that?” asked Joe incredulously. “Yeah, I do.” I whispered in reply. We both realized with astonishment (and not a little bit of excitement) that the men weren’t actually nude, but were wearing semi-transparent skintight bodysuits that clung to every square inch of their muscular physiques as if it were their own flesh; and on their backs each had what appeared to be a pair of wings...not unlike those of a swan. “Swan lake.....we’re in ‘Swan Lake’ - the ballet; only it isn’t just a ballet now, it’s real!” “My god Steve...you’re right. Somehow we’ve been brought here to this place, this lake. But...how? And better yet how the hell do we get back?”

“Well it was some kind of magic spell from that guy that we met in the street that got us here in the first place Joe. Remember how his cane shot this lightning at us and then everything went nuts? Well that’s probably the only way we’ll ever get out of here too.” I said.

After a short pause to take in the sight before us, Joe said “Man, those guys are HOT, aren’t they?” With a smile I turned to Joe and concurred with his observation. They were each painfully handsome, six feet tall with broad, muscular shoulders, slim waists with big powerful thighs and sturdy calves, topped off by round, taut buttocks....covered by the thinnest, sheerest tights ever worn by any man.

“They look like they’re trapped in that lake Steve. Maybe we should try to free them.” said Joe.

“Good idea, but how do we do that?” I asked. Suddenly there was a bright flash and a crossbow appeared in Joe’s hands along with a quiver of arrows slung over his shoulder.

“Ok.....I guess I’m supposed to use THIS somehow.” observed Joe. “Maybe it’s to help us free those man-swans in the lake. We’d better hurry before that Rothbart guy shows up.” I said.

“You’re right.” said Joe.

Slowly and carefully we both emerged from the bushes hiding us, then began to approach the men in the lake. At first they didn’t notice us, but then a couple of them did and alerted the others. Eventually all of them, twenty in all, turned to us and began a slow, cautious approach.

“Are you here to free us?” one of them asked. “Yes, we are.” said Joe, reaching out his hand to the questioner. No sooner had Joe’s hand touched the man-swan’s shoulder than there came a loud, booming sound like the crash of thunder. Just then, a bright and powerful bolt of lightning shot down from the sky and struck the ground only a few feet from where the three of us stood.

A great cloud of billowing smoke and blinding light caused us to cover our eyes briefly. When it cleared, there stood a tall, handsome and powerfully built middle-aged man in a skin-tight, see-through pair of tights, a short fitted jacket and knee-high boots. His package was huge and his voice deep and booming. It was the wizard....Rothbart.

“Who dares to free my swans?! He bellowed.

Pointing the crossbow at Rothbart, Joe shouted “We do, you evil wizard!” But before Joe can even pull the trigger, Rothbart clapped his hands twice and suddenly my entire body begins tingling and my arms are forced straight down to my sides while my legs are forced wide apart.

I notice that the same thing was happening to Joe.

Suddenly, we both rose several feet off the ground, our bodies still in a semi spread-eagled stance. Neither of us able to move even an inch; try as we might.

Rothbart comes close to us, our bulges almost level to his face. Reaching out, he softly and slowly caresses our packages, gently squeezing and pulling at our genitals through the extremely thin fabric covering them. The effect is instant and incredibly arousing. Joe and I both moaning softly as he runs his hands over the outlines of our penises and testicles, then down our legs, up again to our buttocks; his fingers lightly tracing the cracks of our asses, moving ever so slowly toward our holes, pressing his fingers softly but firmly against them.

We both shivered at the intense pleasure of his touch.

Moving over to Joe, he softly kisses his pulsing penis through his tights, causing a low, deep moan to escape his lips. He spends a few more minutes torturing Joe in this fashion, planting soft, wet kisses up and down the length of his shaft and his testicles all the while squeezing and caressing his muscular thighs. Then he comes over to me and does the same thing, causing a similar moan to emerge from my lips.

I feel myself being lowered back to the earth, every square inch of my body tingling once again as Rothbart worked his erotic magic spell on me. He presses his huge package against mine and I realize that he is fully aroused, just as I am. His massive erection rubs mine through our tights causing wave after tingling wave of pleasure to radiate from my groin to the rest of my body. He then turns me around and starts to fuck me through my tights; a hole magically appearing at my anus to facilitate this. Meanwhile, Joe is still suspended in midair; trapped by Rothbart’s powerful magic spell; watching everything that’s going on. His hot, throbbing penis enters me slowly and at first, painfully. Soon however, his powerful magic caused my sphincter to relax as mild tingles like electric shocks flowed into and through me. It felt like he was going to run me through with his manhood, but I didn’t care. I had never felt anything quite as intensely pleasurable as this...not even with Joe...and he was a FANTASTIC lover! Loud moans of pleasure began to issue from me as Rothbart thrust deeper and harder into me; low growling moans escaping his throat as his hot breath warmed the back of my neck. He was getting close to orgasm, his penis was pulsing and expanding in my anus with each thrust of his powerful buttocks and his vice-like arms closed tighter around me. It wouldn’t be long before the hunky sorcerer filled my hole with his hot magical cum.

All this time, Joe had been valiantly struggling to break free of the grasp of Rothbart’s powerful immobilization spell and had managed to move his hand enough to aim the crossbow at the wizard. With great difficulty, he managed to squeeze the trigger and fired off a shot.

A curious thing happened just then. As the arrow from the crossbow flew through the air, it changed into a small bolt of lightning which then struck Rothbart squarely on his taut, round buttocks, causing him to cry out lustily while jerking spasmodically just before stumbling a few steps backwards. The magical hold he had on Joe was broken, causing him to slowly float down to the ground. An apparent side effect of this magical arrow was to make Rothbart a slave to Joe’s every command; for as soon as Joe was safely back on earth, the wizard turned to him and said, “What is your bidding, my master?” Joe decides that we should continue where things left off so pulling down the front of his tights he tells Rothbart to continue fucking me while he proceeds to penetrate Rothbart’s anus with his cock. We go at this for quite a while, all of us becoming quite aroused and very close to cumming. Suddenly Joe pulls out of Rothbart and says, “I think it’s time you left us alone.” Without any argument, the wizard simply nods his head, snaps his fingers and in a flash of blinding light, he is gone.

“Let’s get down to business now, shall we?” says Joe with a wicked grin on his handsome face. “Yes,” I say, “Let’s!”

Soon Joe is penetrating me, his rock hard penis throbbing, feeling like it will run me straight through..much like the sensation I experienced with Rothbart earlier. He pumps hard and fast into me, panting and moaning like a man possessed. All the erotic spells cast on us made us both extremely horny so we fucked for quite a long time. After several intense and satisfying orgasms we stopped to catch our breaths. We also noticed that the wizard wasn’t the only one to leave us alone...all of the man-swans were gone as well.

“Gee Joe, I guess freeing those swans wasn’t the key to getting back home from this place after all.” “Great! NOW what do we do?” asked Joe. “Well,” I ventured, “Since a magic spell is what brought us here in the first place, maybe that’s what we need to send us back.”

“So....we wait for someone to come along and zap us back to our world? THAT’S your bright idea?” “You got a better one?” I asked.

“No, not really” muttered Joe. “Well, let’s see....we got zapped and worked over by a wizard...maybe it’s time for a witch to show up.”

“God I hope NOT!” I said disgustedly.

We walked for a bit through the thick forest, hoping no wizards or witches would come our way, having had enough of being zapped and enchanted by everyone we met. “Damn, it’s getting really foggy all of a sudden isn’t it?” said Joe. “Yeah...I’m not liking this very much.” I said.

“Hey Steve, what’s that over there?” “I’m not sure Joe....it kinda looks like rags or something hanging off of a branch.” I said.

“Actually...it looks more like a cloak......or a...dress!”

“You don’t think some witch left it there do you?” asked Joe.

“Great!” I said. “Just what we need....a naked witch running around!”

“A naked, horny witch!” joked Joe, grinning ear to ear. “Maybe she’ll try to give us gum jobs!” “EWWW Gross!” I said, making a face. We both began to laugh at the idea of a witch doing something like that to us and were so busy at it that we didn’t notice that the “rags” slowly lifted themselves off of the tree branch they hung from and began to float silently toward us over the thick, low mist. As it came closer, two small feet protruded from the bottom of the cloak, while two hands emerged from the sleeves. An old woman’s head poked out from the neck, her face hideous and wrinkled, with a huge wart on the end of her nose.

A typical witch.

Slowly and quietly she continued to approach us, floating menacingly just over the mist. Joe was first to see her. “Holy Shit!” he shouted.

“What?!” I asked, following the direction of Joe’s pointing finger.

“She’s coming right for us, Joe! Run!” I shouted. So we both turned and started running away from her. But no matter how fast we ran, she was still right behind us, cackling loudly and wickedly with an evil smile on her hideous face.

All of a sudden there was the sound of crackling and popping, like electricity arcing. The air was filled with the scent of ozone and then a powerful jolt of energy hit me from behind, almost like a blow from a fist, right between my ass cheeks. I could feel intense tingles in my anus, tingles that began to spread out all over my body. All my muscles went stiff and I found myself barely able to move. With great difficulty, I managed to look over at Joe saw that the same thing was happening to him. Like me, he stood spread-eagled, his body jerking in spasms as a bright bolt of blue-white magic lightning jolted his taut, manly ass with tremendous power. Joe then slowly began to rise off the ground, as did I. The witch continued to zap us with her magic spell that caused tingly electric shocks all through our bodies. The sensations were quite pleasant and soon my penis began stiffening in my tights, as did Joe’s.

Slowly we began to spin in midair until both of us were facing the witch who by this time had lowered herself to the ground...still zapping us with powerful magic lightning bolts, but this time between our legs.

Looking over again at Joe, I noticed he was fully erect to his magnificent eight inches and, like me, his rock-hard penis was oozing pre-cum, causing a noticeable spot of wetness in the front of his tights.

“Ah! What LOVELY specimens you both are!” said the witch in a shrill voice. “You’ll both do just fine!”

“What do you want with us?” I asked, my voice husky from all the erotic stimulation her spell was causing me.

“I need your MANLY essence to sustain me, young Prince.” answered the witch. “He’s not a Prince....neither one of us is.” said Joe, his voice also husky with desire induced by the powerful spell he was under.

“No matter” said the witch, “You are both strong, virile men and I’ll get what I need from you.” With that pronouncement the power of her spell increased considerably, causing even more intense shocks of tingly pleasure to jolt and flow through our helpless, twitching bodies.

“Leave us alone you ugly old HAG!!” shouted Joe.

“Bad idea.” I thought to myself.

As soon as the witch heard this her face darkened and she shrieked: “You DARE to mock me?! Suffer my wrath you impudent FOOLS!”

Immediately the magic lightning darting from her fingertips changed colour from blue-white to a brilliant red and crackled even more intensely and menacingly.

A burning, searing pain then pummelled my genitals and quickly spread to every inch of my body, causing me to cry out in agony. I’d never felt pain this brutal before and it almost brought me to tears. In the corner of my eye I could see Joe twitching violently as the pain ripped through his body and I heard him howling in agony.

After what felt like an eternity of excruciating torture the witch decided that we’d had enough and stopped zapping us, but kept us suspended in midair. Wisps of smoke slowly rose from our pain-ravaged bulges. “Now that you’ve learnt some respect, it’s time to extract your essence!” said the witch. Another pair of magical bolts darted from her gnarled fingers and made contact with our packages, causing low moans of pleasure to escape our lips. This time we began to move slowly towards her and closer to the ground. Wonderful warm tingles of electricity flowed into my penis, testicles and groin as I drew closer to the witch.

Soon both Joe and I were standing on solid ground, legs apart, arms at our sides, fully erect and completely under the witch’s erotic spell.

First she came to me, cupping my testicles in her hands and causing the most incredible surge of pleasure to flow between my legs. It was like being touched by a live wire. Slowly she ran her hand along the length of my throbbing shaft while softly caressing my thighs and ass cheeks with her other hand; tiny tendrils of energy dancing over the paper-thin fabric of my tights. Her bony and twisted fingers continued to move down the length of my legs, first the left then the right, causing tingly shocks to flow through them, like pins and needles.

Eventually my entire lower body was covered with dancing sparks of magical energy as the tingles became more intense. I moaned lustily.

“Uuuuuhhh.....Oh God...please....stop...don’t...”

Then, just like that, they stopped. Looking down at myself, I noticed that my tights had disappeared and I was naked from the waist down, except for my boots. My penis was almost painfully rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. Now the witch was standing in front of Joe and she began to cast the same erotic spell on him. I watched transfixed as she cupped and fondled his large full, round testicles, ran her hand up and down the length of his tights-covered and pulsing penis, then moved to his buttocks, squeezing and caressing them before slowly running her hands down the back and then up the front of his powerful muscular thighs, all the while tantalizing him with gentle shocks of magic lightning, the way she did with me. “Uuuuuuuuugghhh, ooh fuuuuuck!!!” I heard Joe moan and watched as he shook his head from side to side while the erotic sensations jolted and flowed into him. Sure enough, his legs were encased in a cocoon of pulsing magic lighting that caused his tights to disappear as well, exposing his thick, pulsing penis that thrust straight out in front of him. The witch then clapped her hands twice, causing both of us to one again rise of the ground so that our cocks were level with her face. Moving towards Joe, she wrapped her lips around his penis and began sucking on it while her hands grabbed his ass and testicles.

UUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Joe let out a long and loud lusty moan, totally helpless and unable to resist, he had no choice but to endure the erotic pleasure this grotesque creature was bestowing upon him. As she sucked his cock, taking it deep into her throat, her hands grasped at his big, low-hanging balls and gently but firmly pulled on them while the index finger of her other hand traced the line of the crack of his ass from his lower back down to his anus, where she pressed her finger firmly against his hole without entering it. Crackling electricity and ozone filled the air as her erotic magic energy flowed from her mouth and hands into Joe’s erogenous zones, driving him wild. He tossed his head back and bellowed in pleasure. “AAAUUUUUUUHHHHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” Just listening to him grunt and groan like an animal was really turning me on; and as gross as this witch was, I was half eagerly awaiting my turn to be pleasured as I was dreading it.

Soon, the moment arrived when Joe had to surrender his manly juices to the witch’s hungry mouth, moaning loudly and jerking violently with each ejaculation of his cum-filled balls. “AHHHHHH!! UUUUUUHHH!! OOH FUUUCCCKK!! OH GOD!!! UUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

After ensuring that she had extracted every last drop of his “essence”, the witch then turned her attention to me.

Totally paralysed by her spell, I could do nothing but watch as she took my engorged penis into her still hungry mouth, her lips encircling my glans and her tongue beginning to slither up and down the length of my throbbing shaft, sending electric tingles deep into my groin and causing me to moan as Joe had done earlier.

With one hand grasping my balls and the other fondling my ass, she began to work me over, sending one powerful jolt of electricity after another into my genitals, arousing me like I had never been before.

Interestingly enough, although the shocks hurt like hell, they were extremely pleasant too, and very quickly I began to feel the familiar sensation building up at the base of my penile shaft. No matter how hard I tried to resist her, this ugly old witch was going to make me cum buckets any second whether I liked it or not.

Suddenly, she stopped caressing my buttocks with her hand and forcefully jammed her index finger into my tingling and twitching anus.

I heard and felt a loud crackling sound and one final and incredibly painful/delightful jolt shot right through me and with a loud lusty moan...not unlike Joe’s earlier....I began spurting hot, thick cum from my pulsing cock. “UUUUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHH!!! AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!!!”

I screamed as powerful magical shocks ripped through my body. Helplessly I twitched and jerked in spasms as the witch coaxed load after load of my semen into her hot, wet mouth. Even when I thought I would stop, I kept on cumming. What an incredible feeling!

Finally, after what seemed like hours, my orgasm stopped.

After she’d made sure I had no more cum left, the witch released me from her magical and allowed me to slowly float back down to the ground. Through my erotic daze, I noticed she did the same to Joe.

“Thank you for the gift of your essence, good sirs.” she said in her croaking voice, “Now you shall be returned from whence you came.”

Clapping her hands three times, she cast one final spell on us.

Just as we did hours earlier, Joe and I found ourselves enveloped in a blinding, crackling light that caused intense tingles of pleasure over our entire bodies and we were twisting, tumbling head over heels till we found ourselves lying on the ground right in front of Joe’s car. Our tights had been returned to us so at least we weren’t half-naked, but our original clothes were nowhere to be seen.

“Joe, are you ok?” I asked. “Yeah...I am, how about you?” he responded.

we helped each other get to our feet and got into the car, still feeling a bit groggy from our experience and both wondering aloud if the whole thing had been a dream.

“All I can say is....if it WAS, it was the BEST damn dream a guy could ever have!” I said to Joe, smiling. “Amen!” he said with a wicked grin.

“You know honey, I think that witch’s spell is still working on me....I’m feeling incredibly horny and I can’t wait to get you home and fuck your brains out.”
“Well” I said, “what the hell are you waiting for? Let’s go!”

We made it home in ten minutes flat.

Friday, 23 December 2011

Daddy's Christmas Present for Steve

Steve never looked forward to coming for the holiday break, but his family always expected him to be there for Christmas. Since moving away to college Steve had gained such a sense of liberty and freedom, and it was hard to give that up when under the roof of his parents. Steve had just acknowledged that he was gay, and he feared that under the rigid standards his parents set up they would never accept him if they knew. Regardless Steve packed his bags and headed home for the holidays.

The constant nagging of Steve's mother was too much for him to handle, and Steve found himself returning to the gym he had frequented when he was in high school to escape his mom. Since taking an interest in working out back in high school, Steve had built his body to become quite impressive. His bulging muscles combined with those boyish good looks, short brown hair, and cute dimples to create the dream boy. Steve's body was like one of those sculptures of a Greek god, and by far his most impressive feature was his gigantic bubble butt. The two meaty globes were like to buttery stacks of pancakes waiting for someone to plough right in.


Steve returned home from the gym one night to find that the place was deserted. Steve was wrong though as he passed by the living room to find his dad watching the TV.

"Where is everyone?" asked Steve

"Oh, Hey, they all went out to get in some last minute shopping." replied his dad.

Steve just stared at his dad. He was actually quite attractive, a lot like Steve in some ways. In fact, if you look at pictures of Steve's dad from back in the day, it might be hard to distinguish the two. Steve was still amazed that after years of marriage to his bitchy mom he hadn't drunk himself into a fat slob.

"I'm going to take a shower," said Steve

"Alright." said his dad

Steve walked into the bathroom and stripped off his clothes. All that time he had spent at the gym away from his family had really toned his muscles. Steve's hot buns bobbled as he walked over to turn on the shower. He decided he would let the water warm up a little before he hopped in, and decided to jack off. Slowly Steve started to fondle his prick. He didn't have to longest dick only about 5 inches, but it was thick as hell, nearly a soda can in circumference. His balls hung like two Christmas tree ornaments, only covered in a dense cluster of dark pubes. Steve went to gusto jacking off with pictures of the hot boys he had left back in college dancing through his head. His left hand moved and he started to finger his ass.

The actions resulted in some low moans and grunts on Steve's behalf, and he was needless to say startled when the door to the bathroom opened. Steve looked up to see his father standing in the doorway.

"Oh...Uh, sorry son, I had to use the bathroom and I thought you would already be in the shower." said his dad

"Uh, Right I should be starting my shower right about now," replied Steve as he blushed and turned to get behind the shower curtain.

Steve stepped under the shower still half erect, as he heard the zipper of his dad's pants unzip. The toilet was positioned in direct view of the shower, and Steve was half tempted to take a peek. He pulled back the curtain a little bit just enough to take a peek. His eye's fixed on his father's dick and his ass. It was like looking at a mirror, and Steve now saw what he would look like in 25 years. Steve started to turn to look away when his eyes met his father's eyes. His dad realizing that Steve had been taking a peek at him got a sly smile over his face. He turned around to face Steve, with his pants still down.

"I see you've caught me in the buff Steve," said his dad. "But, normally a boy peeks at his naked dad at a much younger age. Don't worry my boy I guess you didn't get that opportunity since we didn't bond as much as I would have liked when you were younger."

All Steve could do was blush, luckily he was still behind the shower curtain and his dad couldn't see his hard on. Steve's dad stripped off his pants all the way, and moved over to the shower, pulling back the curtain, and taking a look at his son.

"Like father like son." he said as he grabbed Steve’s dick, which was identical to his own.

He stripped off his shirt and hopped in the shower with Steve. "Lather me up boy," said his father.

Steve obeyed and spent the next couple of minutes washing his dad's body.


His dad was incredibly turned on by this point, and he pinned Steve up against the side of the shower, and planted his lips on Steve's. The kiss sent shivers down Steve's spine, as his dad's tongue wrestled with his hot son’s. The two swapped spit in the hottest make out session Steve had ever been involved with for what seemed like hours, until Steve's dad withdrew, and whispered in Steve's ear.

"I didn't tell you this enough when you were growing up, but I love you son."

"I love you too dad." said Steve on the verge of tears.

Steve's dad turned off the shower, and grabbed Steve's hand. Steve followed his dad to Steve's bedroom, sitting down with Steve on his bed.

"I want to get to know the son I never knew." said his Dad as he gazed into Steve's eyes.



Steve leaned in and kissed his dad, wrapping his arms around his father's back. His dad laid him down while still in a lip lock with Steve, and straddled Steve's naked body. His hands moved to Steve's cock where he began to play with the thick, throbbing man piece. Both of their cocks were standing at full attention. Kissing all the way from Steve's lips, down over his chest and thight abs his lips landed on the head of Steve's penis. Steve was in pure ecstasy.

"Suck me harder!" yelled Steve barely able to breath.

His dad fastened his pace engulfing Steve's cock which was quite a feat considering how thick it was. Steve's jizz spewed into his father's mouth. Steve must have ejaculated three times in his father's mouth; his dad being the duteous servant he was swallowed all of Steve's cum. Steve's dad then removed his lips from Steve's cock. He knelt down and buried his face in Steve's buttocks. He took in all the heavenly scent of the sweaty ass crack, and then started licking the crevice like it was a melting ice cream cone. Steve wanted more, and turned over so his dad could have better access.



His dad stiffened his tongue and slowly entered Steve's asshole. In and out he pushed with Steve on the brink of going insane. This was the best sex he had ever had. Steve got on his hands and knees, while his dad who had lubricated his ass like no one else could, inserted his thick assed cock. A sharp pain emanated in Steve's ass but it was soon replaced with the most joyful sensation. Steve tightened his sphincter as his father plowed his ass. His dad's huge balls banged against Steve as he moved in and out.

"Oh...uh...Faster!" shouted Steve to his dad who obeyed.

In and out, in and out, he was humping Steve's ass as fast as he could. He massaged Steve's wondrous globes, occasionally smacking his son's ass. Steve felt his dad's cock stiffen and in a matter of seconds his dad had shot his huge load in Steve's hot ass. Steve was exhausted and he lay down with his dad's huge load of cum leaking from his anus. His dad laid down next to him and gave his a kiss.

"Did you like that?" asked his dad.

"I loved it!" replied Steve.

"Merry Christmas son, I hope you enjoyed your present." his dad added proudly.

They laid naked in an embrace exploring each other's bodies for the next few hours, and all Steve could think about was what his birthday present would be.

Tuesday, 18 October 2011

Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 10

Steve leaned in to kiss Mike and then cuddled up to him. Mike held him tenderly, one hand rubbing Steve's ass in wide circles. "Anyway, I kept going back to the club hoping to see you again, but you weren't there. I thought I had lost my chance."

Steve kissed Mike's neck and said, "I was traveling on business. And when I was in town, I was so busy with work I couldn't go to the club. Work finally died down this week."

"I was so relieved to you see tonight. I had to fuck you, no matter what. I was nervous as hell but even hornier. You've turned into quite a bear of a man. Sexy."

Steve smiled at Mike. "Enough talk!" He stood up on his feet and pulled off his sweatshirt. He tried to peel of his tight jeans but it was too much trouble. With a roar, he ripped the jeans in half and tore off the pouch of the jockstrap. He grabbed hold of Mike's sweatpants and yanked them off, pulling Mike's ass to the edge of the couch. He snapped off Mike's leather bikini pouch with one swift pull as Mike removed his sweatshirt.

Steve turned his back to Mike and sat down, driving the meaty phallus into his moist cavity. Steve rode Mike for a minute and swiftly replaced his anus with his mouth. There was cum on the phallus. He hadn't lost all of the man's seed. Steve alternated between riding Mike and sucking him. He was driving Mike crazy and he loved it. Mike grabbed a pillow and bit into it, moaning almost painfully. His cock was so sensitive by now. He watched helplessly as his cock vanished into Steve's ass one minute and then the next minute vanish into Steve's mouth. Steve showed no signs of tiring.

Mike glanced at the timer on the TV. Over thirty minutes had passed. He moaned into the pillow, face red. Why aren't I cumming? he wondered desperately. His teeth tore into the fabric, tossing his head savagely. I can't take more of this, he admitted to himself. "Steve, please, I, oh god, please, ahhh…"

Smiling to himself, Steve straddled Mike, facing him this time. He guided Mike's blood red phallus into his sore ass and rode him steadily. He ripped out the pillow from Mike's hands and teeth and French kissed him. This time Steve's tongue dominated. Mike was too busy moaning and gasping. Steve pinched Mike's nipple with one hand and with the other reached behind his ass to squeeze Mike's balls. Mike's scream was muzzled by Steve's mouth. Mike's body straightened out and went rigid, vibrating like a plucked string. Steve felt the explosion deep inside him and revelled in the feeling of ecstasy.

Steve knew this was going to the biggest change he had ever made to his life and loved every minute of it.

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Monday, 17 October 2011

Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 9

Steve nuzzled his nose into the man's hairy cheek. He nibbled on the man's thick lips. After twelve years of sex with men, he finally found one who satisfied his needs. He's had plenty of good sex, even great sex. But he had always felt disappointed afterward. Somehow, the intensity was lacking. He had resorted to anonymous sex while blindfolded to amp up the intensity. It was hit or miss, though. Most men simply were not capable of satisfying him. This god was an exception.

"I think it's time to remove your blindfold. Keep your eyes closed till you adjust to the light and then open them slowly." The man untied his blindfold. Light poured through Steve's translucent lids. He turned his head down and away from the lamp. Slowly he opened his eyes. A dark, blurry form gradually became more defined. He saw a broad chest with two round hills covered in a forest of brown, curly stalks. On the peaks of the hills rose short, rounded towers of dark flesh. A tanned hand, massive enough to crush his head, lifted his face till he looked upon the visage of his god.

"Mr. Gallagher!" Steve exclaimed. His blue eyes, round with shock, met the man's hazel eyes.

"Hello, Steve."

"I can't believe this. How, I mean, when did you, I can't fucking believe this!" Steve stared at his physical ed teacher from high school, not sure if he was trapped in one of his many fantasies centered around this very same man. "I thought you were straight, Mr. Gallagher."

"Call me Mike," the man said stroking the fine hair on Steve's cheek. "I thought I was straight until you woke the gay man inside. I noticed all those times you would stare at me, how you would run to sit right in front of me when I'd call roll. I could almost feel your eyes stripping me naked. To my surprise, I was flattered. That was all I felt at the time though. You were only a kid, after all. But then your body filled out and grew hair. You were becoming a man. And I, well, I started checking you out. My feelings toward you were incoherant and then you left for college." Mike shrugged. "I found myself looking at other men. Then I started visiting gay porn sites on the Internet. After a couple of years, I mustered up the courage to meet up with another married man who was going through the same thing I was."

Mike continued caressing Steve's cheek. Steve nuzzled Mike's hand and listened quietly.

"He and I did many things together. We started meeting up sporadically and then regularly, about two sometimes three times a week. We were more into each other than our wives. After a year, we divorced our wives and moved in together. We weren't a couple exactly. We had sex with each other and with other men. I quit my job and we opened a car dealership together. A couple of years ago, I decided to get my own place. He was getting tired of just having sex. He wanted a relationship, a quiet relationship. That wasn't what I wanted. I was still exploring all the wonders of gay sex. I didn't want to settle down.

Well, about five months ago, I started going to the dance club. It was wild and the sex was great. I went every week. I was fucking a twink when I saw you dancing with a blindfold. Men came up to you and did all sorts of things to you. I got excited and tossed the twink aside. I came up to you and shoved a few guys away. And I recognized you. Suddenly, I felt like a teenager, all nervous. I don't know why, but I was so nervous I couldn't touch you. I went home that night miserable. I jerked off four times thinking of you."

Continued Tommorrow

Sunday, 16 October 2011

Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 8

The train stopped at a couple of more stations. Very few people took the outbound trains this late in the night. The business man would hastily stow his loins away at each stop, pulling them back out once the platform vanished from sight. The big man in sweats gestured for him to come closer. He shook his head to which the big man jabbed his index finger down to the very spot he wanted the man to stand. He yielded and stood up. He was of average height. He was chubby but didn't' appear flabby. He stood in front of the big man, his cock and balls exposed. The big man took his genitals in one big hand and fondled them. The business man moaned and leaned against a vertical support rail.

The big man broke away from Steve's lips and tongue, but Steve stalked him, panting desperately, tongue seeking his. The big man grabbed Steve's jaw and guided it to the chubby man's cock. Steve pigged out on the man's cock, devouring it. "Oh, God have mercy!" the chubby man exclaimed. "He's sucking my dick. Oh, my God!" Oral sex was also a sin he had avoided religiously. He had been tempted a few times with his wife, but he had always fought the temptation. The sensations were incredible. He realized he had had no clue what feeling good really meant. And then the big man pinched his nipple and took him to a new level of pleasure. He cried out, "God!" and spewed his seed into Steve's mouth. It was a cathartic explosion, emptying himself. His semen flowed freely like a river breaking through a dam. He gasped as Steve gobbled his now sensitive cock. He stumbled away back to his seat.

He sat bewildered for a while, watching as the two hairy men resumed kissing. He had committed a grave sin. He had to repent, confess his sin. And yet, he could not forgot the ecstasy. For the first time in many decades, he had felt wonderfully alive. How could he go back to the doldrums? His thoughts were halted when the train slowed as it approached his stop. Quickly, he zipped himself up and grabbed his briefcase. He stood by the door, his back turned to the two men. Just walk away, he told himself. Don't look back! But as the platform came into view, he whipped out his wallet and pulled out a business card. He walked up to the big man, who was still staring at him. He leaned down and laid his card on the adjacent seat. When the doors slid open, he bolted.

The big man picked up the business card and read it: Daniel C. Smith, CPA. It was early April.

The train ran on for a few more minutes and stopped at a station. The man guided Steve off the train, through the station past a few gawkers, and into a car. The ride was unbearable for Steve, forbidden to touch his god. He whined quietly to himself, semen soaking into his jeans. Finally the car stopped and the engines turned off. Steve heard the rattling of a garage door. The man pulled Steve out and helped him up the stairs. He threw his ass on to the couch and pulled Steve down on top of him. The man held Steve firmly in his arms and kissed him.

"Well, cub, welcome to your new home."

Continued Tomorrow

Saturday, 15 October 2011

Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 7

The station was mostly empty this late in the night. The man helped Steve ride the escalator down to the vacant platform. A couple of minutes later the train pulled up and they entered the last car. A chubby man in a business suit sat alone in the middle of the car, legs stretched out. His eyes popped out round when he saw Steve and the man enter. The business man's round face had a smooth complexion with no signs of a five o'clock shadow. He looked young but his gray hair and receding hairline hinted at more years.

The man guided Steve to a seat across from the business man. Together they sat down. Steve moaned as the man's finger dug into his anus. Steve turned his hips slightly, leaning into the man's side. He kissed the man's hairy cheek, working his way to the lips. The man turned his head and opened his mouth to Steve. They kissed with abandon. Steve continued manhandling their loins, unaware that they were being watched. The man, however, kept his eyes locked on the business man.

The business man shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unable to look away. He had never seen anything like this before. He dabbed sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, gulped a few times, and rubbed his thighs nervously. He stole a quick glance when the train pulled up at the next platform. It was empty. He was sweating profusely now. He removed his jacket and loosened his tie, unconsciously spreading his legs apart. A round bulge formed in his pants. It rose like the center pole of a tent. He didn't want to be aroused. He had always thought homosexuality was sick. But he couldn't help himself. His body had a mind of its own. He groped himself, following the rhythm of Steve's hands. Then he undid his fly and a nice cock rose up from the depths. It was smooth skinned like the man's face. The round head a shiny pink. He stroked his cock hesitantly. It was a sin, he had always been told. He hadn't masturbated since his teens. He noticed then that he was stroking himself with his left hand. He gasped and threw his hands to his sides. He had felt his wedding ring against his penis.

He struggled to regain control, to look away. The men's lips and tongues, the groping, the exposed white jockstrap, and the hand in the jeans were captivating. The mutual moans invited him to join the fun. Before he knew it, his left hand was pumping his cock again. He felt the ring dig into his shaft. It felt good. The whole thing felt good. I must stop, he thought to himself, but his heart wasn't in it. He wanted to feel good. He hadn't felt good in such a long time he had forgotten what it was like. He dug his other hand into his open fly and pulled out his balls. He caressed the smooth scrotum and squeezed the round testes. "Oh, that feels good," he moaned, staring at the big man who was staring at him.

Continued Tomorrow

Friday, 14 October 2011

Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 6

Steve spun 180 degrees and dropped to his knees. He worshiped the man's phallus, relishing the taste of semen on the head. Try as he might, he couldn't call it a dick, cock, or penis. These words were too ordinary, too small. It was a behemoth. It took two hands and a jaw wrenched wide open to consume the entire length and girth. Again, his worship was cut short. The man yanked Steve to his feet, but Steve refused to release his grip.

"Be a good cub and let go," the man whispered into Steve's ear. Steve whined. "Be a good cub and I'll take you home with me." Steve snapped his fingers apart but kept his hands hovering around the phallus as though warming them by a campfire. The man stepped back and reattached his leather pouch.

The man came up beside Steve and laid a big hand on his ass. Steve wished that he had handed over his jeans to the clerk along with his sweatshirt. Fuck the jeans, Steve swore to himself. He wanted to feel the man's flesh against his. He grabbed the front of his jeans, intending to just rip them in half, but the man stopped him. "Keep your jeans on, cub. It looks good on you." Frustrated and needing to do something with his hands, Steve groped the man's pouch with one hand. The leather was too tough for him to distinguish individual shapes, but the volume and density were suggestive enough. With the other hand, he groped his own bulge.

Steve did not feel inadequate compared to the man. After all the man was a god, a real man. I'm just a cub, Steve thought. I'm his boy. It was only proper that Steve should be less endowed. But he knew that in comparison to other mortal men, his loins were far larger than average. The man took a step forward, pushing Steve along. The man guided Steve to the front desk, shoving men aside, nodding at those who cheered him and glaring at those who tried to cop a feel. The man threw on his sweatshirt and sweatpants, looking even more massive. He helped Steve put on his sweatshirt as well.

Together they walked the few blocks to the subway station, Steve still groping needfully, the man guiding him with a hand on his ass. It did not occur to Steve to remove his blindfold nor to ask where he was being taken. Lust consumed him. Steve could not keep his sphincter clenched any longer. He felt the warm liquid drip from his hole and stain his jeans. Steve whimpered as he struggled to hold the dam. Keeping his pace, the man slid his hand underneath Steve's jeans, forcing the zippers apart. He spread his fingers wide to grope both buns, plugging the hole with his middle finger. Steve sighed contentedly.

Continued Tomorrow

Thursday, 13 October 2011

Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 5

Steve didn't allow himself time to adjust to the cock inside him. He fucked himself with the man's cock as he had done many times with a dildo. But the man wasn't content to be ridden. He engulfed Steve in his arms and battered Steve with his cock, thrusting hard enough to smack his hips against Steve's ass and his balls against Steve's. Again, Steve felt overwhelmed. It was too much. His breathing became ragged through a mouth agape in a perpetual, silent scream. The man's forward thrusts would lift Steve off his feet and shove his face into the wall. At one point, the man literally impaled Steve. He had thrust his cock deep into Steve and straightened his legs, holding Steve aloft with his cock, hips, and arms. Steve supported his upper body against the wall, palms and face pressed hard against the surface, drool streaming down from his open mouth. His outstretched toes dangled an inch off the floor. The man withdrew his arms. Without the extra support, Steve's body slid down, the phallus penetrating deeper. Steve could feel the floor now with the tips of his big toes. Just when Steve felt he would pass out, the man eased him down, pulling back his cock till only the head remained embedded.

The man allowed Steve to catch his breath. He massaged Steve's shoulders and sides and then embraced him. He kissed and licked Steve's cheek, luring him to turn his face. They kissed gently at first and then more passionately. The man fucked Steve's mouth with his tongue at the same time he resumed thrusting his cock. Steve moaned vehemently, arms waiving about in front of him. His hips humped involuntarily, his cock swinging in a vertical arc. His balls tightened up. He panted uncontrollably into the man's mouth. The man quickly rolled a condom over Steve's bulb, holding it in place with his fingers. The slit opened wide and white cream shot into the condom, shaking it about. Steve's spasms titillated the man's phallus. The man rammed his cock like a jackhammer as he erupted inside Steve. Their bodies convulsed in unison. The man moaned loudly in Steve's ear. Steve felt as though he was shooting marbles, a never-ending supply of marbles. He could feel the man's phallus throbbing like a heart in his anus, hot semen filling his canal.

Steve would have collapsed to the floor if he had not been supported by the man's strong arms. Together, they leaned against the wall, waiting out the spasms. The man pulled free the condom and held it aloft. The condom was filled with an off-white cream. He tapped it against Steve's cheek. He laid it against Steve's lips. Steve took the laden condom into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue. "Open your mouth, cub," the man instructed. Steve spread his lips apart. The man turned the condom upside down, pouring the contents into Steve's mouth. Steve imbibed the semen and then sucked on the condom to squeeze out what had remained. This wasn't the treasure he craved, but he would settle for it. The real treasure was the pool of godly semen dammed within his anus by the overgrown glans of the man's phallus. The semen was hot and teeming with vitality, Steve imagined. He wanted it desperately but couldn't conceive a means of accessing it without getting it dirty, without desecrating it. He had cleansed his rectum thoroughly that day so that was not a concern.

Regardless, it was all up to the man, to the god who embraced him. Steve relaxed within that embrace, yielding himself to the man's whim. For a long while, the man simple held him tenderly, laying soft kisses on his neck. Then he slowly pulled his cock out, hushing Steve's whine. The wide corona of the glans made an audible pop as it broke free. Steve felt empty after being so full for so long. He clenched his anus, determined to hold on to the man's seed if not his penis. The man pulled up the pouch of Steve's jockstrap and zipped up his jeans, leaving the waist unfastened.

"Clean my dick, cub," the man ordered.

Continued Tomorrow

Wednesday, 12 October 2011

Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 4

Steve fell to his knees and lavished kisses on the phallus. He fondled the balls with both hands. The scrotum was covered with wiry hair. The balls hung low and heavy like wrecking balls. These too belonged to a god. His lips and tongue worshiped his god's loins, slathering his desperate drool. His mounting desperation drove him to transfix himself on the phallus, forcing himself to yield his throat to the prodigious mushroom head. He didn't care that he gagged, that his face was flushed, or even that saliva and mucus spurted from his overstretched lips. Such loins were not a regular occurrence. He was determined to enjoy it to the fullest.

The man reached down and pulled Steve to his feet. It seemed to him that only seconds had passed instead of the actual minutes. He wanted to keep on sucking, but he yielded to the god. The man turned Steve around and shoved him against the wall. Steve crashed into the wall with his palms first and then with his chest and face. He whimpered as the man pressed himself into Steve's backside, the underside of the shaft wedging into his crack. The man slid his cock up and down Steve's ass, letting him feel the full size of it. Steve moaned and jiggled his ass, pleading without words to be fucked.

The man licked Steve's ear and blew his hot breath on it. "I'm gonna fuck you, cub. No condom. I want you to feel my dick. I want you to feel the fat head scraping the lining of your ass. I want you to feel the bulging veins. And then I want you to feel it throb and feel my cum fill you. I'm gonna breed you, cub, and turn you into a real man, a real bear." Steve could only moan louder and jiggle his ass harder. He had no concern for safety. There was only the need.

The man kissed Steve's ear and neck and caressed his ass tenderly. Steve's desperation knew no bounds. He wanted the phallus in him, but it was at the wrong angle. All he could do was moan louder and grind his anus against the hard ridge of the urethra. The man took pity on him and held the head of his cock against Steve's rosebud. Steve thrust his ass back and skewered himself. He screamed as the wide head rammed through his sphincter and rectum. His anal lining felt like a balloon filled almost to bursting. The man exclaimed, "God damn!"


Continued Tomorrow

Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 3


Steve was feeling lightheaded and overwhelmed. The man kissed him incessantly. The long, thin penis fucking his ass and the wet mouth sucking his cock became insubstantial. Only the hands on his cheeks, the lips brushing his lips, and the tongue fucking his mouth were real. They aroused him like nothing had ever done before. Steve teetered on his tiptoes, feeling as though he would swoon. He gripped the man's forearms desperately, seeking support. Steve could feel the firm bands of muscle beneath the hair and skin. Steve moaned as he struggled to breathe. He felt his legs tremble and buckle. The man swooped his arms down and bear hugged him, keeping him upright. The man's burly chest and brawny arms crushed him, though not painfully. A mat of hair, curly and slightly coarse, penetrated through Steve's breastplate of fine fur. The additional tactile stimulation was too much for Steve. He threw his arms around the man's neck, and, moaning breathlessly into the man's devouring now, bucked his hips madly as his cock hosed the man kneeling between his legs with a flood of vibrant semen. The kneeling man, overcome by the deluge, backed away and accepted the load on his face. The penis in Steve's anus throbbed briefly and then withdrew.

Steve's legs were useless, as though they were made of only flesh and tendons, the bones missing. The hands roamed down his back and cradled his buttocks, pulling him in until his wet cock pressed into the man's leather bulge. Steve could feel leather chaps against his bare hips. The man toned down his kisses, his lips soft and yielding, his tongue a gentle masseur to Steve's battered tongue. Able to breathe now, Steve returned the man's kisses eagerly. Steve explored the man's face with his fingers. It was remarkably like his own, square jawed, round cheeks, a strong chin, hair thick and a bit coarser. The skin was more weathered, more wrinkled. He was an older man, Steve reasoned. He ran his fingers through the man's crown and encountered a forest of soft hair. He dropped his hands to the shoulders and felt a firm mass of flesh. The man moved his crotch against Steve's exposed loins. The man's crotch felt dense, barely contained.

For several minutes they swayed together like this. No one tried to intrude. Still kissing, the man took a short step back and guided Steve's hands to his bulge. The man returned to caressing Steve's face. Steve fondled the man's crotch, a mound of flesh trapped in a leather pouch. He could feel the man's naked inner thighs. He brushed his hands along the leather chaps around to the ass. He had expected to feel leather covering the man's ass but was pleasantly surprised to discover naked, hairy ass cheeks. Even here the man was similar to Steve. The buttocks were firm and round and covered with hair. Steve rubbed his hands up and down those cheeks, marveling at the hot flesh. He moved his hands toward the crevice and found a leather strap. He traced the strap from the waist and down the crevice to the perineum. Steve grew excited as he envisioned this hairy bear wearing a leather thong and chaps.

Like a child with a wrapped present, Steve yearned to discover the contents of the leather pouch. He stuck his thumbs around the waist strap and was about to push it down when the man gripped his hands. The man moved his hands to the front where Steve felt three metal studs which attached the pouch to the waist strap. Steve forcefully unsnapped each stud, letting the pouch fall. He clasped a hand around the base of the cock, free now to stand fully erect. The thick shaft curved upwards, the ridge on the underside prominent. Steve could just barely get his middle finger and thumb to meet around the shaft. He added his other hand around the shaft to measure it. It was long. The ring of index finger and thumb brushed against the wide corona of the glans. Fuck, he exclaimed to himself. With one hand he jerked the shaft and with the other he massaged the large bulb, which was unusually large compared to the shaft's girth. This wasn't a cock or penis. It was a phallus, the phallus of a god.


Continued Tomorrow

Monday, 10 October 2011

Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 2


Steve walked up to the counter, paid for the entrance, and received a laminated wrist strap. He handed his sweatshirt to the clerk at the coat check. Walking past the young, muscular bouncer, Steve winked and got a firm slap on his rump in return. The dance club was filling up fast that night. Men of all ages, shapes, and race danced in various degrees of dress or undress. Already there was some action going on. He waded through the mass of undulating male bodies to the back, where a smaller dance floor was separated from the main by a half-wall. Here was where the serious action took place. Steve took up his position in the corner of the dance floor, blindfolded himself, and let his body be taken captive by the pulsing beat.


The exhilaration was immediate. He felt absolutely free, without inhibitions. Within minutes, he felt pudgy fingers feel up his pecs, pinching his nipples. He continued dancing, arms raised high, hips grinding. The fingers moved to his back, tickling his armpits on the way. Hairy arms embraced him. Thick, moist lips kissed his neck, coarse hair scratching his exposed skin. Steve continued dancing, not bothering to embrace the man back. He felt the sweaty folds of the man's breasts and belly. The man groped Steve's ass and pressed his bulge against Steve's. "I wanna fuck you. Let's go to the johns," the man rasped in Steve's ear. Steve continued dancing, spinning within the man's embrace till his back was to the man. Humping Steve's ass, the man said, "Come on! Let's go!"


Wordlessly, Steve undid his jeans and peeled them down to expose his buttocks. His thick thighs prevented the jeans from slipping down. He reached behind and unzipped the man's fly. He pulled out the man's penis. Steve could grip the whole thing in his palm. He picked out a condom from his pouch, deftly ripped the packaging and sheathed the man's less than thralling penis. He didn't bother with lube. The man was in a frenzy by then. He poked Steve's anus a few times and grunted. Steve barely felt anything. The man stumbled away and Steve continued dancing, his jiggling, furry ass an open invitation.


The invitation was accepted by another man. This time Steve felt a long, hot shaft slap against his haunches. It bounced against his ass as he gyrated his hips. It wasn't a thick shaft, but long enough to penetrate deep. The man did not press his body against Steve's, communicating that his only interest was in Steve's ass. Steve easily rolled a condom on to the man's penis. He dabbed a bit of lube on the almost blunt head of the penis. Steve planted his feet wide and pushed out his ass, holding still just long enough for the man to push his pole in. Once in, Steve bumped his ass in time with the beat of the music. The man stood still, allowing Steve's dancing to do all the work.


It wasn't long before Steve felt the presence of another man in front of him. He felt strong fingers dig into his thighs and then a hot breath on his crotch. Lips massaged his cock through the jockstrap, coercing it to grow. Steve's dancing pelvis rode the cock of the man behind him and humped the mouth of the man between his legs. The fingers grabbed hold of the front waistband and yanked it down below Steve's balls, pushing them up against his cock, which bounced and hardened. The man gobbled up Steve's meaty cock, gagging on it repeatedly. Steve could feel warm saliva on his genitals as the man drooled around his cock.


Steve was enjoying the attention from this tag team, moaning softly as he danced, when he felt boots against his. Two large hands took his face gently between them, palms caressing his round cheeks, thick fingertips stroking his beard. The thumbs teased his lips, from the corners to the center and back again. Steve parted his lips and the thumbs entered. He rolled his tongue around and between the thumbs. The thumbs pulled out and were immediately replaced by a massive tongue and luscious lips. The man's tongue dove into his mouth, dominating his own tongue. Those wide, luscious lips covered his own lips. The man's tongue and lips danced about confidently, subduing Steve, who could only moan as he felt his every breath sucked out of him. Steve breathed in the man's exhalations, heady with alcohol. The man's mustache and beard mingled with his, tickling him.


Continued Tomorrow

Sunday, 9 October 2011

Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 1

Steve was feeling horny tonight.  He danced naked in front of the wall-to-wall mirror in his bathroom.   He ran his thick fingers over his beefy body, every now and then pulling playfully on his firm nipples.  He ran his hand along the beard over his square jaw and round cheek, making sure they were well groomed.  He flashed his toothy smile as he traced his short mustache with a fingertip. He clipped a few errant pieces of hair with a pair of small scissors. He winked at his reflection, a twinkle in his blue eyes.

He swung his hips as he danced. He loved the way his low-hanging testicles bounced against each other and against his thighs.  He teased his cock, pulling the heavy layer of skin back with his fingers, exposing the tender pink head.  He hefted it with one hand and tapped it against the palm of his other hand, enjoying the size and weight of it.  He threw his arms up into air and shook his ass, dancing in circles, watching his reflection.  He was well covered with fine, brown hair from head to toe.  He ran a hand down along the curve of a buttock, his fingertips swimming in the soft fur.  He spanked his ass playfully and laughed as it jiggled like jello.
"We're gonna have fun tonight," he sang as he danced to his bedroom.  He hopped from foot to foot as he pulled out a white jockstrap from a dresser.  The fabric of the pouch was worn, almost translucent.  He bopped over to a tall mirror, shook his genitals, spun around, and bent over.  He spread his thick legs apart so he could see himself in the mirror. He spread his cheeks apart to expose his rosebud, still slightly puckered from the anal stretching with a plug last night. Steve pulled the jockstrap on and stood up, appreciating how it accentuated his curvature, both front and back.

He snapped on a leather armband over each bicep. He smiled, noticing that the armbands fit a little tighter than when he bought them a month ago. All those arm curls were paying off. He put on a pair of faded blue jeans. It was tight across his ass and thighs but fit well otherwise. He turned sideways to the mirror, nodding at the prominent bulge. He buckled on a black leather belt on which he clipped on a leather pouch with a snap-on lid. He stashed some condoms, a blindfold, and a small bottle of lube into the pouch. He debated on what to wear for a top. It was going to be a cool night; he'll need something warm when not indoors. He decided on a sweatshirt which could be easily put on and taken off.

Continued Tomorrow
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