Arron Philips had nothing but the pack on his back, as he hitchhiked his way home. Or where and if he had a home to return to. Being that he’d recently been released from the state pen. He had already explored other options. Hoping to find work. But unfortunately all he found was doors slammed in his face. But after all he was a two time felon so that was kind of to be expected.

His only hope was that his mother or sister would take him in. And neither one was a good option, since being that they all had been on bad terms for years.

He then stumbled along the In and out mart. A conveyance store along the side of the highway, in the middle of no where.

Memories came back from years ago. When he was just a teenager. Late one night he stole a car and robbed the store. His adrenaline kicked in, just from the thought of it. He loved the rush he’d get from doing such things.
He stepped inside the store, just to look around. Feeling that nobody would recognize him, since it had been so long. He saw the sweet old lady that worked behind the counter.

“ I can’t do it! “ He said to himself, changing his mind. Even though the gun was tucked into the front of his pants, just under his tee shirt.

With the last few dollars he had to his name. He bought a can of potted meat and a bottle of water. Where his next meal came from, was totally unknown, because then he was broke.

Outside he sat on the sidewalk, leaning against the building. Slowly eating the potted meat, savoring the taste of it. When the quietness of the day was interrupted by the sound of a muscle car.

He looks up to see a second generation Camero pull off the highway and on to the fuel island.

“ Gunter? “ He said to himself. Easily recognizing the car. It was beat up, with gray primer, and mag wheels.

Gunter was his best friend, during his school years. Before being kicked out at 16 anyway.
But it damn sure wasn’t Gunter that got out of the car.

It was a short sexy woman, with feathered blonde hair that hung down to her ass. She to was easily recognized after a few moments.

“ That’s Gunters baby sister? “ He said to himself, watching her pump some gas.

“ Look at that gorgeous ass! “ It had been years since he touched a woman. And just the sight of her from a distance, made his cock grow hard and throb.

She strolled across the parking lot, looking straight ahead, as if Arron who was sitting there was invisible to her.
She walks into the store, pays for the gas. And gets herself a Pepsi and a pack of Marlboros.

She walks back outside. Tearing open the pack of smokes.
Arron watched her stop to light one.

“ Shirley Walker?...When you gonna paint that old car? “

Shirley stopped and was caught off guard. She knew that voice. But as she looked down at the bearded and long haired man, that sat against the building. It took a moment to figure out who he was.
She just kind of froze as his sparkling blue eyes captivated her body. Slowly he looks her up and down.

“ Arron? “ She asks him.

Under his thick beard she saw him smile and nod.
She walks towards him, as he stands up.

“ Oh Arron...It’s been so long? “

“ Yeah I know!...You we’re just a little thing last time I saw you. “

“ Most people still refer to me as a little thing. “

“ Oh no girl!...Your not the little thing I remember! “
She sees him look down the front of her low cut top.

“ How old are you now? “

“ I’m 20 “

“ No husband or boyfriend? “

“ No just me. “

She sees him sizing her up. She knows that look. She’s also checking him out to. Cause he sure wasn’t the skinny little older boy that she’d known that hung out with her brother years before. He definitely had some size on him. Along with his inked arms. He definitely was intimidating.

“ Where Gunter at? “

“ He’s in the Navy. “

“ The Navy?...You serious? “

“ Yeah...He’s over there in the Persian Gulf. “

“ Damn!...I didn’t think Gunter would go that direction. “

“ Well Daddy talked him into it, after all the trouble you got in. He kind of figured they’d make a man out of him. “

“ Yeah I kind of wish I had a daddy that would of steered me in that direction also. “
He looks past her at her old car.

“ So the Camero is yours now? “

“ Yeah on my 15th birthday. I got a card from Gunter, saying the car was mine. “

Shirley offers Arron a smoke.
He accepts the cigarette. She lights it for him and they walk over to her car.
She sees him eying the dent in the side of it, behind the passenger side door.

“ You must know how that got there?...Tell me? “

“ We knocked off a liquor store one night. And slid right into the side of a police car. While we were getting away. “

“ So that’s why? “

“ Why what? “

“ Why every since I’ve been driving this car. I’ve been noticing but harassed by the police! “

“ Really? “

“ Yeah I’ve been hauled in for all kinds of bull shit reasons. And usually get booked, strip searched and fucked! Then get let go.”

He turns her around and smacks and squeezed her tight little blue Jean covered ass.

“ That proves that an ass like that can get you just about out of anything? “

“ Yeah but for some reason it’s not getting me a steady man? “

“ Well your also still young. Maybe the right man hasn’t come your way yet? “

Arron says hoping he might just be that man. Cause he sure could use a sugar momma right now.

“ You got your own place? “

“ I just got a trailer that Daddy gave me. “

“ You got a job? “

“ I’m kind of off and on at The Waffle House. “

“ Know where I could get some work?...I’d like to stay off the radar, if you know what I mean? “

“ Daddy always looking for somebody to do repo work from time to time. I remember you being a pretty good mechanic? He could probably use you around the junk yard. “

“ Mechanics is my specialty!...You probably don’t remember but I’m the one that helped your brother build this car. “

“ I don’t remember much about that. I was probably more into my Barbie and Ken dolls back then. You want to go talk to daddy?...Or check out my place first? “
She said smiling, and glancing down at his growing bulge.

“ Your place would be great! “

“ Yeah I’ve also got some leftovers that’s much better than that can of potted meat you just ate. “

As Arron was getting into the car. He started feeling much better about his current circumstances, than he was minutes before talking to her.

Ben wasn’t quite sure how he found the video on YouTube. He had gotten home from the pub feeling slightly pissed and lonely, and had just collapsed on his sofa. Bored, he began first scrolling through Instagram but the incredible lives of the muscular and tanned influencers that he followed just made him even more depressed, so he closed that app and proceeded to open YouTube.

Scrolling through the videos that were in his feed, he was surprised to see one suggested titled: Explicit Penis Growth. Lord, he thought, people will do anything for attention nowadays! Curious and forever reminded of his own unremarkable four inch penis, Ben clicked PLAY.

The video started with what sounded like an original composition of some extremely dramatic music played on an old electric keyboard. Over the music was the text:


MALE penis enhancement, thought Ben. Who else would it be for??

As the music faded the face of an older man, probably in his late forties, early fifties appeared on the screen. Professionally dressed in a dark blue suit and paisley tie, the man was sitting at a paper-strewn desk and staring intently into the camera. When he did eventually speak, it was slow, calm, and direct.

WB: Good Morning , Good Afternoon, or Good Evening. My name is Walter Bowen of The Centre, and you are currently viewing my video: Explicit Messaging for Male Penis Enhancement. Please note that viewing this video WILL cause irreversible and permanent changes to your male anatomy. If you do not wish to experience these changes to your person, I recommend you stop this video immediately. I will now give you several seconds to do so if you wish.

The man paused speaking, but continued to look directly into the camera. Damn, he’s intense, noted Ben, and a brilliant actor. You’d think he really believes his own pitch! Twenty seconds later, Walter Bowen began speaking again.

WB: Your decision to continue viewing this video waves the creator of any responsibility that occurs due to the material. If you are being forced to watch this video, you will need to take your complaint up with the proper authorities. Now that we have all of that out of the way, let’s begin.

Throughout the course of this video… a video that will no doubt change your life, you WILL listen and follow my instructions. Only through the following will you be able to become one with The Centre and achieve the results you are seeking. Now, quickly remove your trousers and undergarments, fold them properly, and place them aside.

Ben hesitated for a few seconds, but then decided to follow Walter’s instructions. What else did he have to loose, and when you’re alone on a Saturday night, anything different is better than nothing at all. Removing his jeans, he quickly wadded them into a ball and tossed them onto a chair. He then proceeded to do the same with his boxer briefs.

WB: Good. Very good. Being able to follow instructions will be paramount to your success. Now, close your eyes and listen carefully to my voice and only my voice.

Closing his eyes, Ben leaned his head onto the back of the sofa.

WB: Excellent. Remember, you must listen to the sound of my voice and only the sound of my voice. Wonderful. I already feel that we make a great team. We will go far together on this adventure.

Now, I would like you to breath in and out… in and out. Take a deep breath… hold it for 5 counts… and breathe out. Again… breathe in… hold for 5… and breathe out. One more time, breathe in… hold for 5 counts… and breathe out.

Very well done. Now, begin to focus on your penis. Picture it in your head. Mentally draw a picture of it with your mind. Is it soft or hard? Fat or thin? Cut or uncut? Picture your penis and hold it in your mind's eye.

The penis, the one you are seeing with your Minds Eye, is the most powerful organ of your entire body. This is where you must draw your strength from… your courage. Your penis is your umbilical cord into The Centre… the centre of this and to every universe in existence. Acknowledging such a powerful connection is paramount, as is treating your penis as the deity it is.

Perhaps though, when you look at your own penis, you only see it through a societal gaze. You see it as not big enough… not hard enough… not girthy enough… not powerful enough… not MANLY enough. This is the curse society has placed on us. How can you compete with the phalluses of porn stars… actors… politicians… or the lucky few whose genes enabled them to grow organs of a suitable size for society.

I’m going to let you in on a little secret. Your penis IS powerful… your penis IS a deity. Your penis IS the centre of the Universe.

Repeat after me. My penis is powerful.

Ben remained quiet, but, as if the voice knew of his silence, it spoke again.

WB: You heard me and you WILL repeat after me! My penis is powerful.

This time Ben spoke up.

“My penis is powerful.”

WB: Good. My penis is a deity.

“My penis is a deity.

WB: Excellent!! My penis is The Centre!

“My penis is the centre!!!!”

Ben couldn’t believe how orgasmic it felt to say that out loud, but as soon as he did, he could feel his penis start to stiffen.

WB: Good work. The sense of pride you must have felt as you said those words out loud for the first time can be overwhelming. Pouring out your soul so honestly deserves a reward. Touch your penis. Go on. Take your hand and wrap it around the hard shaft.

Ben did as he was told and felt a shiver run through him as his palm met the soft skin of his own penis.

WB: what you feel as you slowly touch yourself, that is the feeling of power and energy running through your penis from The Centre. Do you feel it?

“Yes.”

WB: turn it up a notch. Feel it running up and down the shaft, into the glans, and back down into your testicles. This pattern is repeated over and over again, slowly becoming more intense. It feels as if a current is connected from your penis to what you were always meant to be.

Yes, Ben thought, as a drop of pre fell from the slit in his head and down the shaft. I can really feel it… it almost… almost burns…. His cock felt so hard and so sensitive at the moment that he wanted to open his eyes and witness something he had never seen it felt before, but he didn’t since Walter hadn’t said that he could.

WB: Your penis is now the centre of every Universe, and you are feeling the power that is at your command. Feel it tearing through your testicles, up and around the shaft, and explode into the thickness of your gland. Welcome more and more power into your penis…

More pre began to flow from Ben’s cock as he welcomed the power… willed it to enter him.

WB: Yes. Let it fill you. Let it over power you! Let it take you over! Every molecule… every atom of your penis is at your command! Command it to grow!

Grow!!

WB: Command it to swell!!

Swell!!

WB: command it to become the penis it was always meant to be!!

My cock deserves to be massive!! I deserve to be massive!!

WB: Yes!! Embrace your destiny!! Can you feel it? Can you feel each atom… each molecule… every cell in the shaft of your penis are beginning to replicate. Over and over and over you feel this as your shaft slowly begins to swell.

Ben’s whole body began to sweat as he felt the exact sensation in his penis the voice was describing. He could feel each cell in the shaft of his penis replicating until he felt it push at his palm, forcing his hand to open slightly. A huge grin formed on Ben’s face as he let out a moan of pleasure.

WB: you must be wondering, is this real? How can this possibly be happening? Is this only my imagination playing a trick on me? The answer is a definitive, No! What you feel is your own penis filling more and more with blood, forcing it to become thicker and more substantial. Each beat of your heart forces your organ to become more and more engorged… more and more the centre of your very being. Speak to me. Tell me how you feel.

“This feels so damn amazing! There aren’t words to describe it. I don’t ever want it to stop!

WB: Your own voice, your own will causes your cock to thicken further. Feel it pulse in your hand as it becomes more and more immense. More and more the organ of one of the chosen few. Your hand. You can feel your thumb and forefinger separating further and further and further away from each other. You feel as if your cock is a balloon and an invisible aly is filling it more and more with water. Now as you slowly stroke your cock, it no longer feels familiar. It now feels like a new and powerful entity ready to take control! The skin is so tight… the shaft is so substantial… this is a penis that will stretch every condom that you put on... stretch every vagina… stretch every hole.

Fuck me… feels so fat now… so solid!

WB: As each inch continues to swell, you begin to feel another sensation taking over your penis. At the base, you feel a tug… a pull… a yanking that starts to give you the impression that an invisible force is trying to tear your penis from your body. Not so! This force is acting as a catalyst to your legacy of those who have been chosen for an immense future.

Ben grit his teeth as he felt the pull on his penis get more intense by the minute. He longed to open his eyes and witness his cock’s metamorphosis, to feast his eyes on the epic piece of flesh that was being reborn on his body. He refused though to succumb to the temptation. What if opening his eyes reversed whatever was happening to his cock! What if opening his eyes cut the connection between his cock and this cosmic power source? Worst of all, what if opening his eyes proved that this entire experience was all in his head? A forceful tug at his cock elicited a guttural groan and reassured him to keep his eyes closed.

WB: Feel your penis pulse, pull, and throb as it takes on new proportions. Soon… very soon… what you once possessed will be a distant memory and you will have obtained an organ to shout from the mountain tops over.

Feel the weight as it pulls down in your crotch. Did you ever imagine that your own penis could be this heavy? You took for granted that your sec organs felt like they weighed nothing… but not anymore. Without support it will always pull down, reminding you of the power you possess.

Feel as it thickens further in your hand. How does it feel? How would you describe it?

Like a fuckin Coke can!! My cock feels as thick as a Coke can!!!

WB: Do you feel the veins growing larger and erupting to the surface to better feed your new centre of gravity?

Yes!! Yes I do! Veins feel more like tubing than ever before.

WB: Experience the tug and tension and contraction as your penis forces itself longer. At first it’s only a hair longer… not noticeable at all… but from a hair… a millimetre longer… and longer… and LONGER… until, as you stroke, you feel yourself covering more surface area than ever before.

It does feel longer!! My cock’s growing longer!! I can’t believe it!!

WB: An intense erotic sensation fills your entire being as your shaft grows an extra inch longer. Your body shivers and quakes as a new emotion grips you. Your heart starts to race… your skin becomes more sensitive to a touch… your nerve endings explode with fire! What can be causing these new responses?

Let us explore. Turn your mind's eye away from your burgeoning penal monument to the true centre of your power… your testicles. Experience the throbbing as they too begin to swell larger. Feel your testosterone levels rise as they emit wave after wave of transformative energy.

Ben began to pant faster as his heart sped up. He could feel his balls actually swelling larger, feel them taking up more and more space between his legs. Moving his hands from his shaft to his balls, he discovered that what had once been olive sized were now roughly the diameter of chicken eggs… and still they pulsated with life…

WB: As your testicles proceed to swell, you can feel a mechanism deep inside of you begin to spark and come to life. Do you feel it? Do you feel your testicles starting to produce more and more life giving essence? Soon your testicles are so full… so heavy… it actually begins to hurt.

Ben groaned as he felt his testicles swell larger, each one filled with what felt like gallons of cum. Suddenly, he held his breath as he felt movement coming from his balls, up the shaft, and out of the slit. More precum than he had ever produced before came pouring out in what seemed like an endless deluge.

WB: The energy flowing from The Centre, into your penis, and out into the world must feel to you, a mind altering experience. You will do anything to relive this event over and over again: feeling your penis swell with might… the shaft stretching to mighty proportions… even the glans… the tip of your penis flaring larger and meatier; rivaling the shaft in terms of thickness and becoming the most sensitive area of your being!

Each second brings you closer to the brink as your penis rises with life. Soon you can’t help yourself, and you begin to stroke your penis.

Ben couldn't and wouldn’t deny himself this pleasure, and when he touched his enlarged shaft again, he moaned louder than he ever had before. His cock… his entire cock was burning with heat, pulsating thicker, stretching so much longer, and becoming more sensitive than it had ever been in his entire life. Ben laughed out loud as he began, at first, slowly moving his hand up and down the shaft, but with time, began to jerk it with more and more intensity. He simply couldn't stop… mustn’t stop! He finally felt connected to his true power source.

WB: All energy comes from The Centre, into your body, and deposits itself into your crotch. Repeat!!

All energy comes from The Centre, into your body, and deposits itself into your crotch. Repeat!!

All energy comes from The Centre, into your body, and deposits itself into my crotch!!

As Ben’s voice merged with the other, their fervor became paramount. Over and over again the litany was chanted, until both voices spoke as one.

Grabbing and jerking his cock with such intensity, Ben could feel the entire thing growing all at once. His mania grew until he was bucking his hips up into the air and fucking his own hand. From his balls he felt a mounting pressure beginning to build. Harder and harder he jerked his cock while focusing on the words he was saying until suddenly he was one with The Centre.

It was as if time simply stopped as a massive surge of energy shot through him causing his body to spasm. Letting go of his own cock, Ben felt his entire body fill with more and more power until it finally burst from him.

Ben cried out as cum began to be fired from his cock over and over. He could feel the heat as it landed on his chest, his face, and beyond. Grabbing onto his cock, he was surprised how strong and hard it felt, and how extremely powerful each spurt was. Eventually, after ten or eleven ropes of cum being fired from his cock, it began to subside.

Catching his breath, Ben caugh the closing words of the sponsor.

WB: Congratulations on successfully tapping into The Centre. All power begins at The Centre and ends in you, transforming yourself into your ideal. We shall meet again soon. Until then…

Another bolt of energy shot through Ben and he suddenly ejaculated one last time. As he did, his eyes flew open and he was able to see his cock for the first time.

Staring unbelievably at the size of the beast he now possessed, Ben nearly burst into tears. It was truly a work of art. Thicker than a beer can with an even larger mushroom tip, the entire thing had to be larger than eight inches. Jumping up from the couch, he ran to grab a tape measure, cum dripping from his body onto the floor.

When he stood, his initial centre of gravity was thrown off. His cock and balls pulled at him as their weight weighed him down. I never thought of balls being heavy… but now mine certainly are!! He loved the weight, the mass, the pull of his cock and balls toward the floor. It was simply an erotic feeling only a select few got to feel… and now he was one of them.

Measuring the length, Ben gasped. 8.5 inches! His cock had grown to be 8.5 inches. That means he grew over four and a half inches while simply listening to a YouTube video.

Moving his exhausted body back to the couch, Ben thought about The Centre. If he could truly tap into what felt like an endless source of power, he could indeed transform himself into his ideal, exactly as the voice said.

Grabbing his severely cum coated phone, he turned it on and opened the YouTube app. There, frozen, was the face of the man who had given him the greatest gift he had ever received. Pressing the screen, the video started over.

Quickly, Ben pressed pause. Should he listen to it again? Would it work again? If so… how far would he go. How massive did he want to be? Pressing Play, Ben grinned as the music began. He will do it once more tonight… as an experiment. Then he would stop until tomorrow; until he had time to think his actions through. One thing he did know, he needed to learn how to control The Centre by himself. He needed to find the man behind the voice.

I started out wanting to write the real-life tale of how my cock first came to be caged. About five drafts later it's now largely fiction, with various embellishments that make me feel horny - though I'm still not entirely happy with it! But I've decided to publish anyway, or I never will. I hope it's something that some readers may enjoy...

1.

I should've realised that he'd found me out. I guess, deep down, I did realise - but I was in denial. I wanted to keep my dirty little secret from my husband, Conor. That I'd given in to temptation. Fucked another man. And I'd really enjoyed it, too - until the guilt set in on the way home.

I wanted to forget what a good shag Steve was. How great my cock had felt up his arse. The filthy sounds, the grunts, the swearing as I screwed him. How hard I'd shot into the condoms we used - I'd had the decency to deploy rubbers, at least. I also wanted to forget how ashamed I'd felt making love to Conor the same night, or how much I wanted to fuck Steve again. And that I probably would've fucked Steve again, because the fact is that I was a liar, and weak.

But I never did fuck Steve again, because Conor was on to me - not that he said anything straight away. The morning after the night before, everything was sweetness and light and smiles at breakfast time. Then I went out for a run - just 10k, nothing heavy - but by the time I got home again, the atmosphere was frosty. Conor was clearly in a bad mood about something, and he didn't want to talk about it. I put up with his sullen mood and monosyllabic conversation for the rest of the day, before getting fed up and asking him to tell me what was up. He just bristled. "I can't be full of the joys of Spring every fucking day, Jared! And I've had some shitty news. Just leave me to think, I'll tell you about it when I'm good and ready. OK?"

"Conor, love, I can't help if you..."

"Just shut the fuck up, Jared! I'm going to bed."

It wasn't unknown for Conor and I to have rows, exchange hard words - I'd describe us as being passionate men - but his tone did seem unusually venomous that night. I gave him some time to himself, then followed him up to bed, where we lay in silence until we fell asleep. No sex that night, for sure.

I should've known.

The next day was no better, though at least it was a Monday so I could escape the storm clouds by going to work. Tuesday, ditto. This was getting ridiculous. I'd decided to confront him at dinner that evening, bring matters to a head, demand an explanation - but I never got the chance. We'd sat down at the kitchen table and were just getting started on demolishing the lasagne, when Conor asked me a question in his 'calm voice.' A flat, almost monotone mode of address that always sets my alarm bells ringing. The 'calm voice' usually comes just before a volcanic eruption.

"So, enjoy rugby practice last Saturday?"

Oh God.

"Well? Have a good afternoon with the lads? Energetic? Sweaty?"

I started to panic. Did he know? He knew. Almost certainly. But not absolutely certainly. All this went through my head at about a million miles an hour, then I did what came naturally and lied. "Umm, yeah - great session. Hard work, well fucking muddy, but good fun. Why...?"

"Oh, I guessed you must've been getting down and dirty, Jared," he remarked in a faux nonchalant manner, "No wonder you were in such a hurry to chuck your kit in the wash when you got home. You're not usually in any rush to do the laundry. You must've been trying to shift some real filth. Stubborn stains, perhaps?"

"Well," I replied weakly, trying to fake a smile, "it's that sort of a game."

The response was loud and sudden, as Mount Vesuvius exploded furiously into life. "Don't tell me about fucking games, Jared," Conor bellowed, completely losing his rag, "I've had enough of your fucking games! You weren't at your stupid bloody seniors' training last Saturday afternoon, were you? You didn't set foot in the club at all."

"Of course I was, the lads..."

"Shut the FUCK up! I smelt a rat - because that's what you are, a fucking rat - the moment you got home and emptied your kit straight into the washing machine. So, I had a look in your boot bag - sparkling clean - and then I rang Danno whilst you were out running the next morning. You know Danno. An even less convincing liar than you. It took me about two minutes to wring the truth out of him. You didn't turn up, and neither did Steve FUCKING Banstead. Whose backside you presumably spent from about two til four o'clock that afternoon buried in."

"Conor! No, I... listen, me and Steve, we were both on our way to the ground when we got talking, and he needed to unburden himself. About something important. So we went back to his place and.."

"You fucked. Yeah, I get that. You wanted to talk about fucking, and then you fucked. Bastard."

"No!" My husband obviously wasn't buying the story, but I reckoned I had nothing more to lose at this stage by going on. "Steve wants to get back together with Caroline. He's really suffering. He misses her, Conor."

"The fuck he does! Steve is gay. Completely fucking gay, Jared. As gay as us, for fuck's sake! Caroline ain't coming back. We both know this. She's filed for divorce. Last I heard, she'd shacked up with that new boyfriend of hers who used to work behind the bar at the Bull's Head and they'd moved up to Manchester. He doesn't want his wife, he wants to be fucked. She left after she came home early from a shopping trip to London and found her husband taking his sargeant's meat truncheon up the bum. The literal bent coppers. No wonder so many people don't trust the fucking police nowadays."

The game was up. My shoulders slumped. "Conor, I don't know what to say..."

"Well, 'sorry' would be nice." The volcano had stopped erupting. Instead, cold fury. He was back to the calm voice, sure enough, but his stare was icy. "But I wouldn't believe it."

"But I AM sorry, Conor! You've got to believe me! Steve... I never meant to. He's been coming on to me for months." That much was actually true. The bloody man had decided he fancied taking up rugby again the previous Autumn, and soon after that he'd also decided that he fancied me. I guess it may have had something to do with us being the only two gay men on the team. That, and my being unable to resist ogling his wonderfully tight, hard, gorgeous backside. Reminded me very much of my husbands, only hairier. Steve made a point of getting changed and showered next to me as often as possible. The banter between us became more and more suggestive. By the time I finally gave in and had him, it'd become so obvious that the rest of the lads were constantly joking that we ought to get a room.

So we did. His.

"It didn't mean you had to fuck him. You think that I've never, not even once, seen a hot bloke and thought what it'd be like to enjoy a bit of rough and tumble with him? Have him screw me? Doesn't mean I'd do it. I have actual self-control. Because our relationship means something to me. Well, at least it means something to one of us, because you don't appear to give a fuck."

"Conor, please, don't say that! I fucking love you! Steve, he was just a shag, he don't mean jack shit to me. He worked on me. Wore me down. I won't do it again."

"That's what you told me the last time. 'I won't do it again.' Liar." Seven years ago. The last time I'd cheated - or, rather, been caught cheating. The two men after that, I'd managed to keep under wraps.

"That's unfair. You know how bad that row was. What we said to one another. How fucking hurt I was, Conor."

"I was hurting too. Didn't go and seek to soothe my wounded feelings by pissing off to London, pulling a complete stranger in a bar and humping him though, did I? I think it's time to face the facts. You're never going to change, are you Jared? Never going to be able to keep your dick in your pants. Perhaps it's time that you packed your bags and left?"

"Don't say that Conor! Don't ever say that about us." Never, never had he suggested that we should split up before. It was unthinkable. Just because I was hopeless at monogamy, that I was tempted, that I strayed from time to time, it didn't mean that Conor wasn't the bright centre of my universe. The light around which my life revolved. My eyes brimmed, and the first tear rolled down my cheek. "I'll do anything, anything I have to do, to make this right. I'll never fuck another man again, I swear."

"No. You won't. Not if you want to keep me. Except you're too damned weak-willed to control your dick. Where it leads, you follow. So, what do we do? The way I look at it, there are only two choices left..."
Calmly, Conor pushed his chair back, got up, and went to one of the cupboards. He opened it, pulled out a small, plain cardboard box, and leant back against the worktop.

"One choice: divorce. The other: in this box," he said, holding it up in his left hand and tapping the lid with the index finger of his right.

This was weird. Cautiously, I replied, "Conor... what's in the box?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out. Now, you can pick the box, or you can leave. I'm sure that PC Banstead will offer you a place to crash. He's been all too accommodating so far."

"The box!" I replied, my desperation to patch things up with Conor outweighing my suspicions about its contents. "Please, whatever you want."

"Yes, Jared. Whatever I want. Because, the way I look at it, after all the shit you've put me through, you owe me. And I OWN your arse. Now stand up - boy."

"Boy? Boy?! Conor, I'm forty-fucking-five!"

"That's 'Sir', from now on, to you boy. And your behaviour hardly befits your age. Adult men are responsible. They consider those around them. They have basic impulse control. I think I'm being quite generous with the word 'boy', frankly. You're more like an animal. Now, stand up."

That stare was unforgettable. The anger. The strength. Conor was two inches shorter and a good stone lighter than me, but sat at that table I suddenly felt small, and he like a giant. I placed my hands on the table and, slowly, pushed my chair back, and did as I was told.

"Strip."

"Eh?"

"Strip. Naked. Or leave. Your choice."

I looked into my husband's stony eyes, then at the box he was holding, and back again. The atmosphere was getting very intense. I felt a knot in my stomach.

"What's in that box?"

"Strip now, boy."

And I did it. Looking back, I'm not sure if I was more apprehensive about what Conor might say or do next, or about the mystery container, but regardless I did what he wanted. T-shirt. Trainers. Belt. Jeans. I stood there in my socks and boxer briefs, feeling suddenly nervous, embarrassed even, about baring my body to my own husband. I felt exposed.

"All of it, boy. If you can get your dick out for Steve, you can get it out for me."

I pulled off my socks, hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my kecks, and slid them down my thighs. They fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. I held my arms by my side, balling my fists, resisting the urge to cover my manhood.

"Good boy. Now," he said, stepping forward and handing me the box, "here's your surprise."

Slowly, I opened the lid and peered inside. The steel, exposed to the light, glinted in its depths. My eyes widened. I shot a horrified glance up at my husband, back at the box, then back up at Conor again. And I swear, just for a moment, I saw the merest hint of a smirk.

"No! Conor, no! You can't do this to me! It's... cruel, Conor. It's fucking perverted!"

"Firstly, you call me 'Sir' as you have been told. Secondly, it's not perverted. You insisting you love me whilst screwing blokes behind my back whenever you feel like it, that's perverted. Thirdly, I CAN do it to you, and I SHALL do it to you. That is, if you don't want to move in with Steve, whilst I make an appointment with a divorce lawyer."

"Oh God!" I wailed. Let him do this to me, or lose him. My pride said never. My heart said I must.

"It must be done, boy. I can't trust you. Not now, not for a long time to come. We need to see if you can mend your ways. Learn to be a man, at long last. Now - let's get started. The ring, boy. Put it on. It's a snug fit, so you may need the lube I've given you."

The carton contained a steel ring, an enclosure wrought of bars, a lock and key, and a small tube of lube. I was to wear a cock cage! I'd seen these occasionally in porn, but never handled one for real. Cages were for subs and sissies. No self-respecting man would wear one.

No self-respecting man.

I put the box down on the table, lifted the ring out, and held it in front of my manhood.

"Balls first, one at a time, then bend your cock and squeeze it through after. If you struggle use the lube."
As I placed the ring against my scrotum and pushed the first testicle through, I couldn't believe I was going through with it. My bollocks went through the large, heavy ring easy enough, but I had to resort to the lube to push my dick through what little space was left. It took a great deal of squashing and pushing - I don't think I'd ever appreciated before quite what an elastic organ the cock is - but after a few moments' concentration I was in. I pushed my length right through, and the heavy ring sat round the base of my genitals. With all that pushing and pulling and lubing my cock, you would've thought I'd've got an erection, but for whatever reason - apprehension, anxiety, embarrassment - I stayed limp.

"Good boy. Now, before you get hard, put on the cage. The pins will slot straight into the holes on the ring. Make sure they're pushed right the way in, so that the cage is secure."

I extracted the curved trap from the box, took a deep breath, and then - before I had a chance to change my mind - I slid it onto my dick, flinching as my manhood was encased in cold steel. It was a tight fit and a certain amount more deft manipulation was needed to feed my penis all the way down, but eventually I was all the way in and the pins found their sockets, sliding cleanly into place. My husband had chosen the size well: the end of the cage was only millimetres away from the tip. There was only just sufficient room for my limp dick in there. Small hoops at the top of the ring and the cage now aligned with each other - ready to receive the lock.

"You're almost there, boy. The lock on this one's a cylinder - slide it into the locking rings, turn the key, and then give the key to me - and it's done."

My hand trembled as I picked up the brass cylinder lock, the key inserted into it, and slid it into place.

"The key, boy. Turn the key, take it out of the lock, hand it to me." Conor tried to remain impassive, but I could detect the undertone of arousal in his voice. Cool, determined, as insistent as before, but with that bass note of lust I knew so well from when he demanded that I fuck him.

I turned the key and drew it out. The click of it snapping shut, the metallic zip of its teeth as it was removed, just like the lock in the front door. Quieter but, I suspected, just as secure. I placed the key into Conor's outstretched hand. My manhood: imprisoned. Under his total control. He slipped the key into the pocket of his jeans.

I've had many experiences at various gyms over the course of my adulthood. One of the hottest that comes to mind was on Labor Day morning several years ago. This gym had shortened hours due to the holiday so I went early. After my workout, I hit up the steam room, which in this particular gym was awesome- a big (maybe 10 x 14) room, tiled floor to ceiling, and kept clean. The steam output was such that you couldn't see very well beyond arms length much of the time, which set the perfect scene for those hot guys that liked to exhibit themselves, whether they were interested in more or not. This gym had more than a few straight guys that loved the eye fucking they received in the showers (open stalls) or steam , or sauna. The steam at this gym was the best choice.

This Monday morning when I entered, there were 2 other guys sitting on the left side, furthest from the door. I had a white gym towel wrapped around my waist and grabbed a seat on the back wall, close to the middle. These guys were sitting right next to each other, so they were either buddies who worked out together, or they were playing in there, or both. One was a blonde, close to 6 feet tall, with shoulder length hair, the other shorter build with dark hair and features, sexy scruffy with very defined abs. They were both handsome and fit/lean, with swimmers' builds and I would guess they were a couple years older than me at that time, probably mid to late 30's. Their towels were wrapped loosely around their waists and we exchanged head nods when I entered as I went to find a seat. If nothing else, I was hoping to get a good discreet view of these 2 great looking guys, maybe a few shots of good dick as they adjusted their positions or stretched (please do!).

Between bursts of steam output, I could definitely make out both of them training their sights on me, and adjusting their towels to let me know it was game on! I could feel my face flush, and my cock rising rapidly under the towel as my breath quickened. It was mid-morning, prime time at the gym, particularly on a day they would be closing early, so it wasn't likely we would be alone in there much longer. After I re-checked their signals to have confidence they were cruising me, and I steeled up the nerve, I stood up from the bench and dropped my towel in one motion. My cock was hard at this point, sticking out 90 degrees from my body and still rising. I'm not super hung but I have a nice looking cock with a big head, and it it has always stood up really nice (sometimes when I didn't want it too!). The 2 hot men a few feet away wasted no time leaving their bench and covering the distance between us. I honestly don't remember if they left their towels behind or not, because they both got on their knees immediately and started expertly servicing my cock with their mouths, taking turns between swallowing my shaft and licking my balls and taint, all the while feeling up my legs and ass. I had no chance of lasting long with this treatment, it was the first time I had ever been double teamed and I could have shot a load just looking at these guys from the other side of the room. I know the first shots went into the blonde's mouth, but Mr. Abs got his mouth on that head when he realized from behind me I was cumming. After I was empty I grabbed my towel quickly because I knew my cock would stay hard for a while and I would be unable to conceal it if someone walked in. Which they did. I passed the newcomer with my face still flushed and very concerned about being busted, so I never had an opportunity to thank (or kiss or suck) these 2 hot men for giving me the best Labor Day of my life. I looked for them several times after that, even varying the times I would go to the gym solely in hopes of seeing them and potentially recreating that experience. It never happened, and I have learned since that you cannot recreate experiences like this anyway.

My name is Aaron. I am a swimmer and I work part-time as the receptionist of a big gym in Dallas where I also train. I am 23 years old, 6 feet tall, dark blonde-haired and nicely built. Swimming almost every day gave me a broad back and large shoulders, which lessens my twinkish aspect. I always liked confident men, who inspire me to achieve better results.

Two years ago, I met Eric through a mutual friend who was also an athlete. An ex college quarterback, Eric was good-looking and self-assured. His six-feet-four-inches body was muscular, much bulkier than I was. What captivated me immediately was his smile. Moreover, since I don’t intend to fool anyone, his chest was also an attention grabber. Big, huge, hard pecs. At 28, he was 5 years older than I was, and I looked up to him as the older stud.

Being strong and competitive, during his college years, Eric stopped playing football as he was excelling in wrestling competitions. He even made it to big leagues. Living in Dallas, he was being trained by the best in the business, a professional coach from Russia who had been a national champion once.

Sexually, Eric was very aggressive, playing it rough and being verbal. At the beginning, he was not in a full dominant mode, but as time went by, he incorporated gestures and name-callings that I found exaggerated. Nonetheless, I played along. He was hot and a good fucker.

Alongside it, I discovered Eric had an OnlyFans account named Top Wrestler, where he described himself as an alpha top male, a tall white stud, a findom, making easy cash from losers all around the world who paid him for bragging about his big muscles and for his self-compliments. Although he never posted nude videos or photos and always wore a mask, his account became rather successful and lucrative. Extremely cocky, he liked to humiliate his followers, showing off his muscles, selling used underwear and telling stories about how he fucked the best asses available.

However, here is something about Eric only I knew. If you look at his profile, he claims he has a big cock. He boasts in the Internet about being over 8 inches. In person, he says he has 7 inches x 5.5 inches, bragging he is long and thick, hanging 4.5 with nice balls. He was proud of his bulge, proud he was bigger than his friends. His real size, however, is not that big. He actually is 6.2 x 4.8, which is above average.

The truth is that I always enjoyed hunks with small or regular sizes. But Eric was obsessed with size. In fact, he always liked men who were willing to worship him. He always looked for men who were younger and smaller than he was, to feel himself like a Master figure. I hated this about him. I found out he even had managed to have regular fuck buddies, cheating on me. When I confronted him about it, he just replied saying it was his alpha nature. “I was born to seed”, he said.

Of course I was upset about this. At the time, I simply did not what to do. The last straw was when I noticed he had uploaded two pics of my ass, exposing me in his porn accounts, while claiming he had destroyed me with his “immense dick”. At first, I had thought about just leaving him, find someone else etc. However, he was so obsessed with being this Alpha persona, that I decided he needed a reality check. And I knew exactly what to do.

An olive-skinned muscular stud started to work out in the gym where I am an employee. He was a civil engineer from Italy who was working in a project in Dallas. During his spare time, he enjoyed to participate in physique contests, so he joined the gym in Dallas to maintain his shredded body. Indeed, he was ripped like a Roman hero. I felt disconcerted just looking at him in his training clothes and I guess he noticed.

I was the one who filled out his admission request. His name was Lorenzo, 27 years old, same height as Eric. When I gave him the form for him to sign, I noticed he was adjusting his package inside his Adidas shorts. The fabric was revealing a gigantic bulge. I thought it was awkward he was having a hard-on. “Maybe he is into me”, I thought. His bulge was so insanely big that I couldn’t stop staring at it and I went numb. He took me out of my trance by putting the form against my face. “Hey, man, here it is”.

The next days he went to the gym at 1PM punctually. A man of his stature and strength cannot go unnoticed, so everyone was asking information about him. On a Thursday, the gym was almost empty and I left the reception to go the locker room.

I was distracted, taking a piss at the urinals, when I noticed Lorenzo, the Italian hunk, patting my back. I froze. It was hard not to be hypnotized by that manly figure. “Hey, man”, he just said, positioning himself next to me. The urinals did not have divisions.

Bulky, he wore blue shorts that could barely contain the size of his cock. His massive bulge filling was almost bursting out, while his pubes were peeking out of the top. He had just finished his exercise, so he was sweating and his muscles, pumped.

He moved his big right hand into his shorts, while the other hand stretched the fabric. After what seemed to me long seconds, he pulled out an outsized flaccid cock and started to piss.

I was in shock. “Holy fuck, this is so big!”. I said it spontaneously, taking a step behind. I could not stop staring at it. It really surprised me. It was perfectly shaped. Imposing, heavy, beautiful. I had never seen a cock that combined those insane levels of length and girth. It was everything Eric wished he had.

Lorenzo seemed to enjoy the surprise look, and tranquilized me. “You can look, man, it’s ok”, he said, as he continued his alpha piss.

“This is going to sound so unprofessional, but when I met you I thought you had a hard-on”.

"That’s what you thought? No, man, my dick gets so much bigger", he said.

“This… this is already the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. It seems unreal. I can’t imagine how big it gets when it is hard”.

Lorenzo loved hearing this. “It made an impression on you, so it feels great”, he said, as he finished pissing, swinging his fat cock.

He came next to me, taking off his shorts completely. I normally never care about balls, but those balls were so huge that I gasped just looking at them. He was smiling all the time, appreciating the reaction I was having.

He walked to the shower area, naked, with that long piece of manmeat slapping from thigh to thigh. “You know my number. Give me a call and we can measure it together”, he said.

“It is a true alpha’s monster cock”, I thought. Going back to the reception, I decided Eric would have his ego crushed. Through a message, I invited Lorenzo to my house the same night. I had all planed. Eric was about to face the true embodiment of an alpha male. And he wasn’t even remotely prepared for his journey into humiliation to begin.

My name is Aaron. I am a swimmer and I work part-time as the receptionist of a big gym in Dallas where I also train. I am 23 years old, 6 feet tall, dark blonde-haired and nicely built. Swimming almost every day gave me a broad back and large shoulders, which lessens my twinkish aspect. I always liked confident men, who inspire me to achieve better results.

Two years ago, I met Eric through a mutual friend who was also an athlete. An ex college quarterback, Eric was good-looking and self-assured. His six-feet-four-inches body was muscular, much bulkier than I was. What captivated me immediately was his smile. Moreover, since I don’t intend to fool anyone, his chest was also an attention grabber. Big, huge, hard pecs. At 28, he was 5 years older than I was, and I looked up to him as the older stud.

Being strong and competitive, during his college years, Eric stopped playing football as he was excelling in wrestling competitions. He even made it to big leagues. Living in Dallas, he was being trained by the best in the business, a professional coach from Russia who had been a national champion once.

Sexually, Eric was very aggressive, playing it rough and being verbal. At the beginning, he was not in a full dominant mode, but as time went by, he incorporated gestures and name-callings that I found exaggerated. Nonetheless, I played along. He was hot and a good fucker.

Alongside it, I discovered Eric had an OnlyFans account named Top Wrestler, where he described himself as an alpha top male, a tall white stud, a findom, making easy cash from losers all around the world who paid him for bragging about his big muscles and for his self-compliments. Although he never posted nude videos or photos and always wore a mask, his account became rather successful and lucrative. Extremely cocky, he liked to humiliate his followers, showing off his muscles, selling used underwear and telling stories about how he fucked the best asses available.

However, here is something about Eric only I knew. If you look at his profile, he claims he has a big cock. He boasts in the Internet about being over 8 inches. In person, he says he has 7 inches x 5.5 inches, bragging he is long and thick, hanging 4.5 with nice balls. He was proud of his bulge, proud he was bigger than his friends. His real size, however, is not that big. He actually is 6.2 x 4.8, which is above average.

The truth is that I always enjoyed hunks with small or regular sizes. But Eric was obsessed with size. In fact, he always liked men who were willing to worship him. He always looked for men who were younger and smaller than he was, to feel himself like a Master figure. I hated this about him. I found out he even had managed to have regular fuck buddies, cheating on me. When I confronted him about it, he just replied saying it was his alpha nature. “I was born to seed”, he said.

Of course I was upset about this. At the time, I simply did not what to do. The last straw was when I noticed he had uploaded two pics of my ass, exposing me in his porn accounts, while claiming he had destroyed me with his “immense dick”. At first, I had thought about just leaving him, find someone else etc. However, he was so obsessed with being this Alpha persona, that I decided he needed a reality check. And I knew exactly what to do.

An olive-skinned muscular stud started to work out in the gym where I am an employee. He was a civil engineer from Italy who was working in a project in Dallas. During his spare time, he enjoyed to participate in physique contests, so he joined the gym in Dallas to maintain his shredded body. Indeed, he was ripped like a Roman hero. I felt disconcerted just looking at him in his training clothes and I guess he noticed.

I was the one who filled out his admission request. His name was Lorenzo, 27 years old, same height as Eric. When I gave him the form for him to sign, I noticed he was adjusting his package inside his Adidas shorts. The fabric was revealing a gigantic bulge. I thought it was awkward he was having a hard-on. “Maybe he is into me”, I thought. His bulge was so insanely big that I couldn’t stop staring at it and I went numb. He took me out of my trance by putting the form against my face. “Hey, man, here it is”.

The next days he went to the gym at 1PM punctually. A man of his stature and strength cannot go unnoticed, so everyone was asking information about him. On a Thursday, the gym was almost empty and I left the reception to go the locker room.

I was distracted, taking a piss at the urinals, when I noticed Lorenzo, the Italian hunk, patting my back. I froze. It was hard not to be hypnotized by that manly figure. “Hey, man”, he just said, positioning himself next to me. The urinals did not have divisions.

Bulky, he wore blue shorts that could barely contain the size of his cock. His massive bulge filling was almost bursting out, while his pubes were peeking out of the top. He had just finished his exercise, so he was sweating and his muscles, pumped.

He moved his big right hand into his shorts, while the other hand stretched the fabric. After what seemed to me long seconds, he pulled out an outsized flaccid cock and started to piss.

I was in shock. “Holy fuck, this is so big!”. I said it spontaneously, taking a step behind. I could not stop staring at it. It really surprised me. It was perfectly shaped. Imposing, heavy, beautiful. I had never seen a cock that combined those insane levels of length and girth. It was everything Eric wished he had.

Lorenzo seemed to enjoy the surprise look, and tranquilized me. “You can look, man, it’s ok”, he said, as he continued his alpha piss.

“This is going to sound so unprofessional, but when I met you I thought you had a hard-on”.

"That’s what you thought? No, man, my dick gets so much bigger", he said.

“This… this is already the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. It seems unreal. I can’t imagine how big it gets when it is hard”.

Lorenzo loved hearing this. “It made an impression on you, so it feels great”, he said, as he finished pissing, swinging his fat cock.

He came next to me, taking off his shorts completely. I normally never care about balls, but those balls were so huge that I gasped just looking at them. He was smiling all the time, appreciating the reaction I was having.

He walked to the shower area, naked, with that long piece of manmeat slapping from thigh to thigh. “You know my number. Give me a call and we can measure it together”, he said.

“It is a true alpha’s monster cock”, I thought. Going back to the reception, I decided Eric would have his ego crushed. Through a message, I invited Lorenzo to my house the same night. I had all planed. Eric was about to face the true embodiment of an alpha male. And he wasn’t even remotely prepared for his journey into humiliation to begin.

A day in the life of a slut wife.

As usual at the time I awoke with morning wood. So I rolled over on to my wife Misty and started rubbing her pussy.

“ Mmmm!...More! “ She mumbled, before reaching for my head to guide it down between her legs.
Knowing I wouldn’t get my dick into her until I did this ritual. So I went ahead and started eating her out. I could still smell the cum and the aftertaste of my own cock, from our midnight fuck we had before I fell asleep.
By then she started to moan.

“ Don’t stop!...Don’t stop! “ She said between moans. And being the good husband that I am I continued. As her first orgasm was slowly building.
And finally I heard the words I loved to hear.

“ Fuck me! “

And with no hesitation I was on top of her.
My cock slides so easily inside her. Possibly to easy for my true liking.
Though I loved Misty dearly. I had been with other girls. And found them to be much tighter.
Misty was kind of loose. Unfortunately loose kind of like her mother Deb. Who had quite the colorful reputation as being known as a size queen.
But no way I dare to question her, even though in the back of my mind I knew she was fucking around, just like I do on her.

So I start pounding away at her cunt. Soon her body tensed up. She grabs a hold of me and hangs on, with her toes curled. I sink my barely 6.8 inch cock into her balls deep and come hard.
We then start to kiss. When we here the door knob start to turn, luckily it was locked.

“ Mommy I’m hungry! “ Our daughter Brooke said from behind the locked door.

Nothing like hearing that kills a hard on faster.
My soft flaccid dick slips out of my wife.
I sigh and get up and quickly dress for work.

“ See you tonight honey. “ I said to her giving her one last kiss.
Misty gets under the sheets as I unlock and open the door.

“ Daddy “ Brooke says with a big smile.
I smile back to her. And pick her up for a hug. She kisses me on the cheek. I set her back down on the floor.

“ Have a good day at school. “ I say patting her on the head.
I exit the house and get on my way.

Brooke walks into the bedroom. At her mothers side. Misty sits up. The sheet falls from one of her big breasts.

“ Mommy Why you naked?...You had your PJ’s on last night?...And what was you and daddy doing?...I heard y’all! “

“ Nothing baby...It was all just in your head.” Misty said ignoring Brookes curious questions. No way was Misty ready for those conversations with a six year old.

She gets out of bed, puts on a robe. And sends Brooke to the living room to watch Tv. While she drops two pop tarts into the toaster. And fixed Brooke a glass of orange juice.

“ Okay breakfast is ready. “ She said with a warm smile. Giving her the pop tarts on a paper plate.

While Brooke ate. Misty went and took a shower and dressed.
After which they were on there way to school and work.

As Misty fell in to line at the front of the elementary school. She noticed that Brooke looked tense. She quickly looks away from some girls who were looking her way. She sinks down of the seat as if she was trying to hide from them.

“ Baby what’s wrong? “ Misty questions her.

“ Those girls don’t like me. “

“ What do they do? “

“ They make fun of me. They say I talk funny and I’m slow. “

Hearing that sets alarms off in Mistys head.

She pulled out of line and finds a place to park.

Slow?...Her teacher has said nothing about Brooke being slow. And though she’s not been in school long Brookes been making good grades.
But even though this caught Misty off guard and she was definitely concerned.

“ They say your slow?...There not calling you nothing else?...Are they? “

Misty pressed her, fearing that they’d been calling her the R word. That Misty was often called when she was little.

“ No Mom nothing else. But they keep making fun of my freckles. They say I have cooties. And I talk funny. “

“ Did you tell the teacher? “

“ Yeah “

“ Did she do anything? “

“ She got on to them. But that just made it worse. “

“ So there picking on you? “

“ Yeah “

“ And how does that make you feel? “

“ It makes me mad. Then I get sad. What should I do? “

“ Baby there’s only one thing you can do. “
Misty says with a sigh.

“ What’s that mommy? “

“ You use that anger and you punch her right in the face. “

“ But what if she hits me back? “

“ After you throw the first punch. You hit her again and again. And don’t stop! You beat the crap out of her or them. That’s the only way to stop them, cause they’re never going to leave you alone until you make them. “

“ You want me to fight like boys do? “

“ Yes exactly like the boys do. “

“ But won’t I get into trouble? “

“ Don’t worry about it...It’s worth it in the long run. “

She leans over and kissed Brooke on the head.

“ Now get going!...I’ve got to get to work. “

Misty then stopped off for her morning coffee and snack cake. Then it was on to the office.

“ Moms not here? “ She said finding that unusual as she parks and makes her way to the door. And unlocks it. To find the phone ringing off the hook.
It wasn’t 9:00 yet, so no way was Misty gonna answer it.
She sits at her desk, sips her coffee and tears open the snack cake.

The answering machine kicks on.

“ Misty!...Answer the God damn phone! “

Her mother’s voice said with an angry growl.

Phone rings again.

“ Delta Reality May I hep you. “

Misty said in a cheerful but put on voice.

“ Hey it’s me. I’m stuck in traffic. Up on I-40.”

“ What are you doing on I-40!...You supposed to be here? “

“ I spent the night in Little Rock. “

“ What were you doing in Little Rock? “

“ That’s not important right now. But I’m stuck behind a wreck.Just outside Memphis. And I’ve got two important investors coming by at 10:00. And I need you to keep them entertained until I get there. Now go get dressed and make yourself presentable.

“ But I am dressed! “ Misty argues.

“ A tee shirt, jeans and flip flops ain’t office appropriate. And they make you look like a fat slob. And please tell me your wearing a bra? “

“ Yes mom of course I’m wearing a bra. “

“ There’s a dress and shoes in my closet. Get dressed and be on your best behavior. Cause this is important and I can’t afford to blow this deal. “

“ So what do you want me to do? “

“ Just keep them happy and content. There investors and I need there money so you do whatever it takes to make them come off of it...Do you understand me? “

“ Yeah mom I’ll handle it. “
She hangs up the phone.

“ Shit!...She wants me to put out? “
Misty said reading behind the lines, after the conversation her and her mother just had.

“ It better not be two sleazy old farts? “ Misty said fearing what might walk through the door at 10:00.

“ They better not be smalls either! “
She said knowing that was also another disappointing trait from men that her mother seems to encounter on occasions.

"BBUUUZZZZ"

A bolt of laser flew through the air, but his bestial instincts let
him dodge the beam easily. His senses were on full alert as adrenaline
began pumping through his veins. With a metallic grinding sound foot long
claws of ademantium, the strongest alloy known to man, emerged. The
devil's pitchfork wouldn't have been sharper. The man dove upon the robot
that had fired the laser beam, his claws drove through the heart of the
robot, and the man forcefully pulled them back out.

Two more robots walked, flanking him from each side, he gave a
sideways swipe and cut the two robots in half in a single liquid movement.
Sweat poured out of his veins as he back-flipped up and over a fourth
robot, which tried to sneak up on him. The robot got confused at the man's
sudden disappearance and didn't even realize what happened, as the man's
claws dove into the back of the machine. A loud buzz resulted, as it
exploded.

The man stood, almost retracting his claws, but then he heard heavy
metallic footsteps, something was coming towards him. He turned around
just in time to see the giant robot step up to him. It was much larger
than the others were, the man didn't care. He charged it and then jumped
forward, claws first. Thought the robot was coated in adimantium, the
man's momentum gave him enough force to go threw the robot and send the
failing machine down to the ground. The whole room shook with the force of
such a titan being dropped.

The man tried to stand back up, but his claws had now become logged
within the adimantium skin of the robot. The man lacked the momentum and
energy needed to pull his claws out or even retract them from the robot.
From the walls of the room, laser weapons began to open fire. Their beams
of red energy began to target and aim the man. He tried to pull them out,
even more desperately now, but to no avail. The man knew it was over, he
had only tugged 3 inches out of the machine, and the wall guns had already
locked and targeted him. There was nothing he could do, he closed his eyes
and waited for the pain of the beams and the humiliation of defeat.

GGGZZZEEEWWW! GGGZZZEEEWWW! GGGZZZZEEEWWW!

They fired; the man waited for the pain. He waited, and waited.
He finally opened his eyes and looked up. Rage boiled inside him and his
embarrassment turned to anger. There he was the smirking,
goodie-goodie-two-shoes, Scott Summers.

"Late night Logan?" he said, with a gentle smile on his lips. His
eyes were hidden behind ruby sunglasses, but his hair was a sandy blonde,
his features were that of a twink, and he only needed to shave once a month
to keep a smooth face. He was dressed in only his ruby red boxer shorts,
which matched the color of his sunglasses perfectly.

Logan ripped his claws out of the robot in pure rage at being
disgraced, at letting this little twink save him from defeat. There was
also something else, Logan couldn't stand to be around Scott like this.
The older man always had feelings for Scott, he was bi, and was attracted
to Scott and Jean Grey, Scott's girlfriend. He hated himself having
thoughts like that, Scott's choice of clothes, didn't help stop Logan's
wondering mind. Wolverine, Logan, smelled Scott's young 21-year-old body.
The intoxicating scent emanating from Scott's lightly hairy armpits and
from the pubic hair hidden beneath Cyclops' boxers. His eyes roamed like a
hungry wolverine's staring at the hairless chest of Cyc and the big meaty
body, which Scott possessed. Wolverine, despite his best efforts, glanced
at the young man's crotch, was it just him or was there a slight tenting in
that sizable bulge covered up by a thin layer of cloth?

Scott had heard the noise in the Danger Room, where the X-Men
trained, and went to investigate. He knew Wolverine was in trouble and
saved him. He almost regretted it, Wolverine hated the help of others, and
Scott didn't want to be driven away from the hunk. Scott was really gay;
he was only with Jean because he didn't know how to tell her she was only a
friend. Scott really lusted for Wolverine. Wolverine was training in his
skintight lycra yellow pants with blue underwear like uniform over his
privates. He was missing his shirt, mask, and boots, which Scott was
thankful for. He feasted on the hairy musculature of Wolverine. Logan was
the hottest guy Scott had ever seen, of course he could never tell Logan
that.

Wolverine, didn't want to get angry, he wanted to just go kiss this
sexy stud, but that wasn't who he was. Wolverine screamed a cry of rage,
retracted his claws and began to storm off. He hated it, he wished there
was some way to show Scot the truth, but he didn't know how. He pushed
past Scott roughly, ready to rant and rave again, but then a scent wafted
into his nose. He knew that scent; it was the scent of an aroused man.

Scott gathered all of his will and forced his hand out, he grabbed
Wolverine's muscular shoulder. Electricity arched between them, Wolverine
turned around. An awkward moment began as the two looked into each other's
eyes. Confusion, anger, pity, lust, dominance, manliness, softness, love,
all of the emotions a person could feel boiled together in the two manly
bodies. In the blink of an eye their lips and tongues conjoined as one.

Scott hungrily began kneading Wolverines crotch with his hands, he
moaned as Wolverine pinched his nipples hard and dominantly. Scott pulled
out the giant pole in Logan's pants into the open air. Cyc knew exactly
what to do; he went down on Logan. He parted his sweet soft lips and took
in Logan's large manly 9-inch monster.

Wolverine cried out as his cock was engulfed in hot wet velvet. Cyclops
began sucking and sucking, making Wolverine feel so good. Wolverine felt
guilty and so he pulled out of Scott's mouth just long enough to fall down
next to the hunk, and tear his ruby boxers off. Cyclops moaned as
Wolverine engulfed his 8-inch cock. After the initial pleasure of having
Logan's mouth over Scott's cock, Cyclops went back to lapping at
Wolverine's cock. Over and over they sucked, taking as much cock as they
possibly could. Their hands roamed over each other's body. They squeezed
the others nipples and explored the other's sweet tight butt holes.

Finally, the moaning grew louder than ever. They both gave a cry, Scott's
like some 16-year-old having his first blowjob, and Logan's like some
demonic bestial warrior from Hell. Suddenly their cum went flying into
each other's mouths. Loads of hot sticky lava flowed into their mouths and
eventually down to the floor below.

They lay there for a moment. Their intense orgasms preventing them from
moving anymore. They were catching their breath back, their minds reeling
with the reality of what they had just done. Suddenly, Wolverine looked
scared, staring down at the naked body of Cyclops. He jumped up and pulled
his pants back on, running out of the danger room like a frightened animal.

Scott got up slowly, watching Wolverine race away but too tired to go
follow. He didn't remember getting his shorts back on or walking to his
room, but none the less found himself collapsing on his bed and falling to
sleep an instant later.

Simon knew he was going to do it, he knew he needed to do it and he knew that if he was discovered it would be the end of his career in the military, probably the end of his marriage and would attract derision and shame from all that he knew but he still knew what his probable moves would be over the next hour to 90 minutes. At this moment though he was in traffic and it was a lovely bright morning and the sun was just starting to shine out over the country side as they drove through the lanes to her work. The small talk passed back and forth, what was for tea, what provisions had to be bought… milk, bread, etc etc. But his mind was distracted as he thought about his course of action over the next hour. The car pulled into the school car park and after a peck on the cheek his wife got out of the car. He had felt the warm air come in through the passenger door before she closed the door and considered this as she walked off and out of sight behind the main buildings. As he pulled the car out of the carpark and back onto the main road he thought about his next moves.

As he drove back the way he had come he gave himself excuses for why he was going to do what he was going to do. He told himself he was lonely because his wife didn’t pay attention to him or his needs, he couldn’t remember when he had last had sex, was it last week or was it the week before? He felt his body was being wasted, he felt fit and sexualy attractive and he knew he was well endowed but he felt she just didn’t see it and he knew she didn’t know he was well endowed because they had met as virgins and she he was pretty sure had never been with another man. They had discussed sex drive before and his wife had said she thought his sex drive was higher than hers… was that another excuse? He thought doing what he was going to do was a way of helping the marriage by getting rid of that deep deep pent up sexual frustration he felt most of the time, he knew it would pass after he had done what he needed to do, after all he wasn’t having an affair with another woman or anything.

It was about 8.35 when he pulled into the drive and entered the house. After placing the car keys on the hall table he rushed up stairs and quickly stripped down to get a shower. He got into the shower, he actually hated showering in the morning but he felt he needed to do it for this. Keeping his hair dry he soaped his body paying particular attention to his crotch and butt. After rinsing off he stepped out of the shower and dried off quickly as he walked to the bedroom….. What to wear? He knew he had to be practical but not obvious, loose sweat pants? Today in this heat, no, definitely to obvious and he thought it was the lazy option for the over weight desperados. No he would wear his canvas shorts with out a belt, they looked a bit baggy round the legs but were tight round the waste and button ups, when the time came he would simply rip the buttons open and he would be fully exposed and available and they would easily drop to the floor completely if required. He decided he would also not wear under pants, with these shorts it could be embarrassing if he got an erection and a semi hard on would hang down his leg but he decided it was doable. All the time he wondered if some one would be at the rendezvous. There was no time to waste, the window of opportunity could be short with dog walkers often starting to arrive in numbers after 9.30. If he wasn’t finished by 9.30 he would have to go and come back after 10.30, that’s just the way it was there. Now dressed with the addition of a T shirt he went down stairs and picked up the car keys. He thought for a moment and went over to the sink and drank a pint of water, if somebody he didn’t know went into the lavatories he needed an excuse to go in there and if he needed to piss it would maybe give him the push to his courage to make him do what he was going to do.

As he locked the house door and went to the car Jane an older neighbour waved and shouted good morning, he waved back, he contemplated on her reaction if she knew what he was going to do. He jumped in the car and pulled out of the drive. He was now starting to feel that anxious feeling in his stomach as he drove out of the close. The sun was shining and he had felt warmth was building as he got into the car. It was less than a 10 minute drive to where he wanted to be. Up the hill, down the hill, then up the hill again and pulling over the brow of the hill on the single track one way road the car park with the old concrete lavatories came into sight on his left. As he approached the brow his heart had started to pound and he developed a shortness of breath with a tingling all over his body he even felt his balls tighten glancing in the mirror he could see his face remained calm, excited but a bit concerned at his body reaction…. Was he going to have a heart attack lol.

Approaching the car park he could see there were a couple of cars actually parked by the building and another couple at the road side of the car park to the right of the entrance, looking out over the sea. All the cars appeared empty. There was a couple of dog walkers already down by the cliffs so it was a good guess that the two cars by the road would belong to them. The time was 08.50 no time to sit and observe it was time for action, he drove the car into a slot between the 2 cars at the building. He looked to his left and saw 2 faces looking at him through the air bricks that he knew were above the urinal wall in the toilet. With heart pounding he opened the door and got out. As he locked the car he looked around the car park, it was bright and quiet. He tried to walk with confidence to the door of the toilets but he felt his legs weak and his heart continued to pound.

Walking round the view blocker at the door and into the shadow of the inside of the building he saw the 3 toilet traps on the left and the urinal wall on the right he smelt the strong odour of disinfectant with an under tone of stale piss, this smell was a turn on for him, it was this smell that meant abandonment to lust and depravity and away from the strict social norms he held himself to.

He paused for a few seconds as his eyes adjusted to the darker interior. He saw one of the traps closed and only one man at the wall but he had seen 2 men at the air bricks? His mind considered the situation, what is happening? He walked over to the far corner of the wall which was spaced to accommodate 4 or 5 at the urinal and looked to his right as he ripped open a few buttons on his shorts and pulled out his penis in an action to urinate. His heart was now pounding, he looked down to see if you could see his t shirt moving. The man who was already stood there he recognised as a regular. The man turned his head and looked up and at him and smiled. “Morning” the man mouthed and half turned to show he was massaging his penis. Simon looked down to the semi hard penis as the man weighted his length in his hand. Pulling his gaze from the man’s penis with a flick of his head he asked with his eyes what was happening with the closed door to the trap. The man shook his head and whispered “he’s okay” and took a couple of side steps closer holding out his hand reaching for Simon’s penis. Simon ripped a couple more buttons open as the man came closer. The man reached into Simons shorts and cupped his balls in the palm of his hand then slid his hand along the length of his penis, weighting his penis in his hand. This is what Simon wanted. The hand was warm and moved down his shaft and again cupped his scrotum as the penis engorged and strained upwards in a stiffened curve. The man was looking down and quietly said “beautiful”.

The bolt on the toilet door came off and the door opened, the second man poked his head out, he smiled, and opened the door fully and walked over with his erection in his hand. The first man squatted down. The squatted man was now looking at Simon’s penis just inches away from his face, he moved it sideways and studied the length and then tapped his cheek with the stiffness. Lifting up the penis he put his tongue on Simon’s balls and looked up to into Simon’s eyes and then ran his tongue along the underside of his stiffness. The second man reached into the back of Simon’s shorts and gripped Simon’s arse cheek. Simon allowed his shorts to drop to the floor. The second man moved behind Simon and started to run his hands over Simon’s body, he caressed his thighs and buttocks and Simon felt the man’s penis against him. The man in front was now sucking Simon and pulling his balls, occasionally running a finger over his anus. Simon had now closed his eyes. The man behind moved his hands under Simons T shirt and he was pulling at Simons nipples and moved closer pressing himself against Simon. Simon now felt the mans stiffness between his legs and he stepped one of his feet out of his shorts a little way, slightly spreading his legs.

I’ve never really been into cam sites, such as Chaturbate or whatever. I’ve got nothing against them but just never used them, that’s probably why I didn’t recognise one of them when I was looking for a hook-up.

It was a typical Friday night, I’d had a few drinks and was starting to feel horny, very horny. I decided to look to see if there was anyone nearby, and sure enough there was a couple that caught my eye but then I received a message from a blank profile. He sent me a message saying hey and that he liked my pics.

Normally I wouldn’t reply to a blank profile but like I said, I was very horny. So, I decided to message him back and we chatted the usual small talk until I asked to see a pic of him. He was a very attractive blond boy, so attractive in fact that I assumed it wasn’t him. We continued to chat until I was pretty confident he wasn’t a murderer and agreed to meet in a public place halfway between our houses.

I arrived there after a 10 minute walk and to my surprise he was there, and looked exactly like his picture. He was tall, blond and gorgeous. I couldn’t believe my luck and we headed back to his flat.

When we got there, we had a little drink and started chatting. I asked him how come he had a blank profile when he was so attractive and he said because he didn’t want to be recognised and potentially catfished as had happened to him before. I was intrigued, was I hooking up with a celebrity? Who could it be?

He explained that he was a popular webcam model on chaturbate. Although slightly disappointed that he wasn’t an A-lister, I was definitely curious. (This was before I started uploading my own nudes to the internet lmao). We talked about what it was like and I explained my curiosity about it. I started to get erect as he was describing it to me. The exhibitionist in me, that I never knew existed until now, was coming out.

I continued to ask question after question, to the point I assumed I was asking too many. I didn’t want to be rude but the thought was just so sexy to me in the moment. I’d never even recorded myself having a wank, never mind done it love to an audience. By now it was pretty obvious how excitable I was getting at the prospect when he suggested something pretty wild to me.

“Why don’t we go live together?” he said. I was hesitant but curious. My main worries were about being recognised, but soon enough the curiosity got the best of me and I agreed.

We agreed that he would go live, by himself, for a short period tonight so that I could see what it was like, then if I liked it, I would sign a document and a copy of my ID and we would be good to go next week, agreeing that we could split the money that we made together.

At this point, I just want to add that he was (maybe still is) quite well-known on chaturbate and I don’t want to give away his identity. So I’m going to leave it at tall, blond, British and extremely attractive. I won’t be saying who it is, just forget about that and let your imagination go wild.

Pretty quickly, he had a large number of people in his room. He done his thing whilst I stayed behind the camera, out of view. This was all so new and crazy to me but also a complete turn on. In the moment, I was completely sold on the idea. Once his show had finished, we had a few drinks together and I signed the relevant information and arranged to come back next Friday.

The next week was by in a complete blur. There were times when the thought of what we were going to do drove me absolutely wild and others when I was sure I didn't have the nerve for it. However, the Friday arrived and I plucked up the courage to return.

He greeted me at his front door, we had a couple of drinks and some small talk, and then the moment arrived. He turned his webcam on and started doing his thing. Then, he ushered me to come on the camera. He told me to look into the camera and he started kissing me, then moved onto my neck and kissed my body as he unbuttoned my shirt, one button at a time. Before long, my shirt was off and my cock was fully erect.

We kissed some more, I kept grabbing his dick but he told me to wait. That the longer we waited, the better it would be for the two of us. I don't know how long this lasted for, but it felt like an age. However, the more I kept remembering we were on camera, the hornier I became. I’m still unsure how it works as I have never gone on there solo but eventually we had made enough tips or something (I’m really unsure at this point so don’t hate me if I’ve got it very wrong).

By now, I was so horny that I went to town as sound as I could. I ripped his trousers off him, got on my knees and started sucking his dick right in front of the webcam. His computer was making a lot of noises at this time, which he told me was a good thing and I should use it as encouragement.

After a few minutes of this, we switched positions and I laid down on the bed whilst he went to town on my dick. He was a lot slower, licking the head and teasing me. He told me don’t be afraid to moan as people would love it. I moaned louder than I ever have in my life and it was a very liberating feeling.

We continued to switch positions, teasing each other, rimming each other, kissing passionately for another 20 minutes or so until we could take no more. Spurred on by the thrill of the webcam, he got on his knees right in front of the camera with his mouth wide open. I came a huge amount, mostly into his mount with a bit on his chin. He processed to kiss me, which would normally turn me off, but felt so sexy on camera. I got on my knees and he did the same to me.

We ended the call and I went to clean up, whilst he counted his money. I couldn’t believe how much we had made for one night's ‘work’ (or how much of a % they took lol). Although the money wouldn’t be paid to him straight away, he still transferred me my half.

We then had a really fun night together (off camera) that lasted until the early hours. I slept at his and left the next afternoon, with his number in my phone in case I wanted to do it again.

Found this Twitter and i find it a huge turn on reading the submissions!
Anyone from Cheshire who would submit?

Dolph went to the WWE clinic for his annual physical checkup
required by the WWE. He enter the room and Dr. Cong greeted him with a
handshake.
"So how are you doing today Dolph?"
"Fine thanks. I'm just hear for my check up." Dolph said. So
as standard procedures Dolph stripped down and put on the medical gown. He
doctor checked his heart pulse, weigt and height, and his
conditioning. "Alright Dolph, all that's left is the prostate
exam.". "umm... Ok just make it quick, ok"
So Dolph disrobed and mounted the examination table.
"I'm just gonna put some lubricant on my gloves so it'll be a
little more easier" said the doctor.
As Dr. Cong slipped his lubricated index finger into Dolph's
tight ass, Dolph became hard. As he tried not to think abbot it, it only
made him accidentally moan.
"Do you like this Dolph" asked Dr. Cong.
"uunh oooh oh yeaaah....no sir" moaned Dolph fully aware that he
could no longer hide his guiltiest pleasure.
"ok...but I need to do some new procedures for the rest of he
exam." said he doctor.
He pulled out, making Dolph wimper a little, and went to the
cabinet pullig out an egg-shaped vibrator that was connected to a small
control box.
"This is for check to see if there are any hemroids in your
butthole." instructed the doctor.
He lubes up the vibrator and slipped in Dolph's ass. He turned the
knob to the middle setting, causing the vibrator to shake with a good
amount of force. Dolph moaned in delight and his cock began to pour out
lots of pre-cum.
"Aaaahh fuck yeah doc!! Turn that shit up!!" Dolph yelled in
pleasure.
The doctor did and he put it to maximum volume. At this point Dolph
was shaking violently due to the uncontrollable, pleasuring waves that were
coming from his ass. The doctor put a cock ring on Dolph to prevent him
from having an orgasm, and he jacked him off furiously. Dolph was in
complete ecstasy. The doctor rolled him up and put him in a seating
position.
"You're not even halfway done yet!" said Dr. Cong.
The doctor went back to the cabinet and grabbed out a small tube
connected to a cable box.
"You're gonna love this!" said he doctor.
He lubed up the tube and pulled back the foreskin of Dolph's
cock. He then gentley stuck it into his piss slit. Dolph moaned and moaned,
loving every moment of this pleasuring torture. The doctor keeping pushing
the tube down his hole and squirts of piss came out. He removed his gloved
and began collecting the drops of piss with his middle finger.
"Suck your piss off my finger bitch." demanded Dr. Cong.
Dolph did as he was told and enjoyed the sweet salty taste of
his piss. As the doctor kept push the tube down more piss came, and the
more Dolph eagerly sucked away. The doctor then gentley rubbed the tube
from outside of Dolph's 7 inch cock. Dolph went into a state of pure bliss,
his body going numb. The doctor then proceeded to jack Dolph off again. The
tube gentley jiggled inside Dolph's cock, and that along with the
vibrations in his ass, sent Dolph overhe edge. He kept cumming and the cum
exploded out of the tube. The doc collected it and pulled out all of his
"toys" out of Dolph. After the exam The doc let Dolph use the bathroom in
the next room to take a dump. Afterwards the doc collected Dolph feces and
mixed it with Dolph's cum inside a doggy bowl. He then took a piss in it
and forced Dolph on all fours, where he began eating it. While Dolph was
doing this he doctor then stamped on his bubble butt "PASSED INSPECTION"
Then the doc gave Dolph a pair of pink lacey bra and panties with a note
from the chairman of WWE saying if he didn't wear these that he would be
fired. Dolph agreed, but before he left he asked Dr. Cong if he could fill
both of his holes for his next wrestlig match. The doctor eagerly agreed,
and he placed a white mini vibrator in Dolph's ass and a small tube in
Dolph's piss slit, and he sent Dolph on his way. As he walked out to the
arena, it was preannounced that he would have to wrestle in a bra, to hide
the fact tha Dolph was now a cross-dressing slave. During his wrestling
match, Dolph could feel every pleasurable feeling in his ass and his
cock. After he lost his match, Dolph Ziggler came out to the WWE Universe
as a gay whore. He then stripped revealing his thong and his new "toys". He
turned on the vibrator wedged in his ass, and then he jacked off in front
of everyone until cum came out of the tube in his cock. He then went on all
fours, revealing the special mark on his ass, and licked his puddle of cum
like a parched dog. The WWE Universe will never forget Dolph Ziggler.

There was a period of time I was getting into spinning. I used to go to a Sunday morning class that was super popular at my gym. I would always choose a bike somewhere in the middle, trying to be less conspicuous so as not to be called out by the instructor when I was dogging it. There was a cute guy, maybe 30 at the time, who always grabbed a bike in the front row and worked hard the whole time. I stereotyped him for gay pretty quickly by his exuberance in class, and also by his shorts- the kind with colorful rounded hems that form slits on the sides (usually worn by women in my experience). He had an amazing round ass, and a great tan. We would hit the showers after class at the same time and at some point along the way after having taken up shower stalls that faced each other diagonally, we started to flirt: leaving the curtains open enough to soap up our growing cocks in view, and him showcasing that perfect ass by bending over to wash his legs. This progressed until we were cumming in our shower stalls for each other after every class. Nothing beyond that. I didn’t know his name, we never had a conversation- just smiled and toweled off, then went our separate ways.

The spinning regimen didn’t last beyond several months for me, and occasionally I allowed myself to have some regrets that I never felt my spinning boy’s mouth around the base of my cock or pumped a load into that fine ass. Ah well. At least a year goes by and I’m looking at massage deals on Groupon, and I find one at a hair salon in the suburbs- not the sort of experience I usually go for but the place has a web site and I click it. Each employee has a profile under the “About Us” tab, and although it didn’t register immediately, I come to the realization that the massage therapist at this place is the hottie from spinning class. Yes please! I couldn’t get an appointment fast enough, thinking about him running his hands over my naked body while my cock stiffens under the drape.

When I arrive at the salon for my appointment, there is some vague recognition on his part, and I fake the same “you look very familiar” chat, but wait until we get into the massage room to say “I think you and I used to go to the same spinning class at the gym downtown a long time ago”. Bingo. He stepped out while I stripped naked and readied myself face down on the table. A light knock on the door before he enters, then I hear the lock on the door engage and I very definitely hear the belt still hooked in his pants hit the floor. This boy did not disappoint. He oiled up every inch of my body while giving me free access to his as he worked his way around the table. By the way I teased his hole while he rubbed me, there was no doubt left about what I wanted when he asked me to turn over. My cock was pointing straight up and he needed no additional consent to climb up on the table and lower that beautiful bike-trained bubble all the way down. I don’t remember how long I lasted, but he fucked like a champ, and cleaned me up like a dutiful service worker angling for a big tip. He suggested I get a longer appointment the next time. And I did.