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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.
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.
"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.
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.
Monday, 5 December 2011
Christmas Leather ;-P
Christmas Time I've only ever had vanilla sex. The usual stuff. But it wasn't enough. It isn't enough. Something inside me tells me that I want more. Need more. Anyway, I was resigned to spending a Vanilla Christmas and went to bed on Christmas Eve somewhat downhearted, thinking of the socks and handkerchiefs I would yet again be given. And so I fell asleep.
I don't know how much time passed but I was awakened by a noise in the living room. Burglars, I thought . So I got up, put on my jeans and a white T-shirt and went to discover what was going on. There in the living room a man stood with his back to, dressed in a red robe lined with white fur. It was Santa, but he had no beard and was not over 70.
No, this Santa was big, broad, about 35, blond and spoke with a Swedish accent. "Hi", he said, "I've just brought your presents". I didn't know what to say. Being a Christmas person, but 27, I had been disappointed when my the other kids at school said Santa didn't exist. But here was the proof. "Open your present" said this dream Santa. So I opened the gift box, and found a pair of black leather chaps in there. I was gob struck. Something I'd always wanted.
"Put them on, but take off your jeans and t shirt first and then put your boots on", ordered Santa. So I followed his instructions and stood there in the chaps I had always wanted, finished off by my old engineering boots. I looked hot and my dick arose, standing to attention. I turned round and looked in a mirror at my chiseled ass, now shown off to perfection by the chaps. Santa stood there grinning, licking his lips.
"Here's another present", he said, and let his red robe drop. And there before me stood a muscular, hairy leather god. In chaps, boots, and harness with a chrome cock ring around his huge man bulge. The water flooded into my mouth and I fell onto my knees, wanting to take his dick in my mouth.
"Not yet", he said, grabbing my head and pushing it to the ground. "Lick my boots clean, boy". He ordered. Here was I, being dominated by a leather god, and my dream was coming true. "Lick harder" he shouted, "I want to see them shine" and he pressed his other boot down on my head to get my tongue closer on his boot. Hmm, the hard leather tasted good and my cock rose even more. Feeling the boot leave my head, I slowly started to lick my way up his leather-clad leg, savouring the taste and flavour of the hot material, feeling the heat of his muscular calves and thighs underneath. I then reached his balls, and paused, taking in the aroma of man sweat. (After all, he'd been halfway around the world on a sleigh by this stage!)
"Not yet", he said, and directed my tongue higher, following the hairs from his crotch to his navel, then further up. I took each nipple in my mouth, enjoying the smell of this man, taking the hairs of his chest in my mouth, gliding my tongue over his skin, then along the leather strap of the harness, up to his armpits, enjoying the male odour, the worshipping his huge arms. My head was shoved downwards.
"Lick", he ordered, and pointed his huge piece of meat in my direction. I followed the order, licking the helmet wantonly. He grabbed my head, holding it steady and proceeded to fuck my mouth until my tonsils were ringing with glee. Fast, then slow, then fast again. It was so big that I choked at first, but overcome my noviceness quickly to try to give him pleasure that his hard day of work necessitated. He withdrew, looking at his glistening dick, and looked at my greedy mouth and even greedier face. He knew he had me where he wanted. I would do anything. He slapped his dick all over my face, the veins in his fat cock swelling and then directed my mouth to his balls.
I took each one in my hungry mouth in turn, enjoying the taste, and pulling on the hairs. He turned round, spread eagled himself and bent down a bit, showing his man hole. I took the cue and buried my face in his perfect muscular ass, licking every bit of that hot hole. He straightened himself up, bringing up a knee into my crotch, squeezing my cock and balls in the process. I looked in to his eyes and he smiled, not a nice smile, a wicked smile. He opened his mouth, and I thought he wanted to kiss me, naive as I am.
But no, he spat in my face, then bent towards me to lick his spit from me face. "Turn round and bend down" he grunted. I did as I was told, me dick now aching and my balls ready to burst. He put his nose in my hole and his hand around my dick and bent it back. It hurt. He flicked his fingers against it, which hurt even more and I squealed, which made him flick even harder, bending it back even more, before letting go. He spat at me again, but this time in my hole and I felt his tongue enter my tight little rose bud. Then a finger, then two. God did that feel good! He fucked me with his fingers, then three, then four, feeling the inside of my guts, my tight little guts.
"This is tight man", he said, removing his hand. "Tight enough for a real fuck"
"Please!!!" I screamed.
"But first you need to suck on my pole a bit more, I need a real wood to fuck little shits like you", he grunted. So I got down on my knees and got mouth-fucked again by this brute of a Santa, jerking off as I did. God, was this hot. I got more and more aroused,..... and came. Shit, I thought, as my cum splattered against his boots and the bottom of his chaps. But what could I do. This was the hottest manly man the world had ever known. Which other guy wouldn't have shot his gunk? I looked up in shame, and expected the worse. Wanted the worse. He stared at me.
"Do you know what I do with little sluts who come too soon?", he roared. "I get them to clean up their mess!" Then he pressed his clean boot down on my head and kept it there until I had licked up every bit of my cum. His way of maltreating me made my pecker stand to attention again.
"That will do?", he said, before turning me round, spitting on my hole, putting on a condom, and ramming his 10 inches into me. Not that I was complaining! He screwed me from behind, from the side, from the top, my legs in the air, him holding onto my boots, me grabbing his nipples and feeling his pecs and muscly biceps. In and out he thrust , me grabbing on to his cock with my ass muscles. His breathing increased in speed and he spat in my face again and again, calling me dirty names and shouting at me to be even more hungry for his massive cock.
Then he withdrew, the sweat dripping from him, and came up to my face. His cock shone with precum. He held his tool over my face, jerking off at rapid speed, his balls swinging over my mouth. He drew back, pointed his tool at face, and shot out load after load of hot man juice all over my eyes, nose, and cheeks. Looking down, he smiled and laughed, seeing me covered in jizzism.
"We'd better clean you up", he said, and leaned down to lick off his hellish mess from my face. Then he kissed me deep, watching while I worked on my cock, urging me on to come to the orgasm of my life, shooting all over my tummy and chest.
"Happy Christmas", said Santa, as he stood up, put on his red robe and left.
Tuesday, 8 March 2011
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