Three Part Series: Redhead Instagram Fitness Influencer Fucks Me Senseless

[Paler]

This series of 3 stories I have been working on for months. It chronicles my hot encounter with an IG influencer who I thought was straight but apparently not narrow. Like Gossip Girl, I ain't revealing my sources but the abs on this guy are insane and the twist is just

It all started with a DM. A simple, seemingly harmless message in my Instagram inbox that caught my eye. I didn’t know Tim personally, but I’d seen him around. The guy had a presence—broad shoulders, fiery red hair, and a body that screamed power. He wasn’t exactly out, but I’d seen enough guys like him to know the signs. Married, kids, a picture-perfect family on the surface, but there was more underneath that facade.

He reached out to me after commenting on a gym post I’d made, something simple like “looking good,” but it escalated quickly from there. I could tell he was testing the waters at first, but once I responded with a playful “Thanks, bet you’d look even better with me under you,” it was like the floodgates opened.

Tim’s messages became bolder. He wanted to know if I was into older, muscular guys, what kind of things I liked in bed. It didn’t take long before we were trading explicit fantasies back and forth. Each time I saw a message from him, I could feel the heat building inside me. I knew what he wanted, and fuck, I wanted it too.

The meetup & fuck that started it all​

A few days after our DMs started getting really heated, he finally suggested we meet. I knew he was married and in the closet, so discretion was a must. We agreed to meet at this out-of-the-way motel, the kind of place you could walk in and out of without raising any eyebrows.

When I got there, my heart was already racing. I’d been jacking off to thoughts of this for days, imagining him using his big, muscular frame to manhandle me like I needed. When I saw him step out of his truck, I knew it was going to be everything I’d hoped for. He was even more imposing in person—muscles straining against his tight t-shirt, that red hair slightly tousled. He had this cocky grin that made my heart pound in my chest.

As soon as the door to the room closed behind us, all pretense dropped. Tim was on me in seconds, pressing me against the wall, his lips crashing into mine with an intensity I hadn’t felt in years. He tasted like mint and something deeper, more primal. His hands were all over me, groping my muscles, squeezing my ass like he owned it.

"I’ve been thinking about this for days," he growled in my ear, biting down on my neck as his hands slipped under my waistband. “I can’t wait to wreck this perfect little ass of yours.”

My cock throbbed in response, already leaking. I was desperate for him, and from the way he was breathing, I could tell he was just as desperate for me. He shoved me onto the bed, and in one swift motion, he yanked my pants down. His eyes lit up when he saw my ass, firm and muscled from all my hours at the gym.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he muttered, giving my cheeks a rough slap before spreading them with his hands. I could feel his hot breath against my hole as he leaned in. “You’re gonna take my cock like a good boy, aren’t you?”

I groaned in response, too turned on to form words. And then his tongue was on me—hot, wet, and insistent. Tim ate my ass like a man starved, his beard rubbing roughly against my skin as he worked me over. My hole quivered under his attention, and I could feel myself opening up, getting ready for what I knew was coming.

When he finally pulled back, I was panting, my body trembling with need. I turned over to look at him, and that’s when I saw him strip off his shirt. Jesus, his body was something else. His chest was broad and dusted with just the right amount of red hair, his arms thick and powerful. But it was the bulge in his jeans that really had my attention. He unzipped, and out flopped his cock—thick, veiny, and already hard as a rock.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. I didn’t hesitate.

I dropped to the floor in front of him, my mouth already watering at the sight of his cock. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved his dick into my mouth without warning, making me gag. But I loved it. I loved the way he took control, the way he used me. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, sucking him deep, feeling every inch of him as he fucked my face.

“Yeah, that’s it, Sev. Suck it like the hungry little bottom you are,” he groaned, thrusting his hips forward. His cock stretched my throat, and I could barely breathe, but it didn’t matter. All I cared about was making him cum, tasting his load. He gripped my hair tighter, forcing himself deeper until my nose was pressed against his pubes.

My jaw ached, but I didn’t stop. I kept going, taking him deeper and faster, wanting him to lose control. And then I felt it—his cock swelling in my mouth, his breath coming faster. With a guttural moan, he shoved his dick down my throat one last time, and I felt the first hot spurt of cum shoot down my throat.

“Fuck, Sev!” he groaned, his body trembling as he pumped load after load into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him, the salty sweetness of his cum filling me up. When he finally pulled out, his cock was still hard, glistening with spit and cum.

“You’re not done yet,” he said, his eyes dark with lust. “I’m gonna fuck that ass until you can’t walk.”
He turned me around and pushed me onto the bed, spreading my legs wide as he climbed on top of me. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my hole, slick with his spit and precum. My heart pounded in anticipation, my whole body tense with need.

“Tell me you want it,” he growled, teasing me, rubbing the tip of his cock against my tight entrance.

“I want it, Tim. Fuck, I need it. Fuck me, please,” I begged, my voice shaking with desperation.

And then he slammed into me. His cock split me open, stretching me wide as he buried himself to the hilt in one hard thrust. I screamed into the pillow, the pleasure-pain of it overwhelming my senses. But I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted more. I needed more.

Tim didn’t hold back. He pounded into me with a force that took my breath away, his cock hitting deep, making me see stars with every thrust. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him as he fucked me like an animal, his grunts and groans filling the room.

“You love this, don’t you? You love being fucked by a real man,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. “This ass is mine now.”

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” I moaned, my own cock leaking onto the sheets as he drilled me. The way he filled me, the way he used me, it was everything I’d been craving. My muscles tensed and quivered as he fucked me harder and faster, his cock slamming into me over and over again.

I was on the edge, my whole body teetering between pleasure and oblivion, when I felt him tense behind me. His thrusts became more erratic, his breath ragged as he buried himself deep inside me one last time.

“I’m gonna cum,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.

“Do it. Fucking fill me,” I begged, pushing back against him.

And then he exploded. His cock throbbed inside me, pumping load after load of hot cum deep into my ass. I could feel every spurt, every pulse, as he emptied himself inside me, claiming me completely.

 

[Paler]

Part 2 of 3 Fucking in the Woods

It was one of those perfect summer evenings—warm but not too hot, the kind of evening where the sun set lazily, casting long shadows through the trees. We had planned this meet-up for days, both of us hungry for the kind of raw, unfiltered sex we couldn’t get anywhere else. Tim messaged me earlier, suggesting we meet somewhere more secluded this time. He wanted something outdoors, something wild, something where we could feel the thrill of being exposed but still hidden enough to avoid getting caught.

The park was perfect—far enough from the main path to give us some privacy, but not so far that it didn’t carry a risk. The adrenaline was already pulsing through me as I parked my car a little way down the road and started walking toward the clearing we’d agreed on. I could already picture it—Tim’s big, muscled body pinning me down in the dirt, his cock filling me up, all while the world carried on around us, completely unaware.

When I reached the clearing, I spotted him immediately. He was leaning against a tree, looking around like he owned the place. His fiery red hair stood out even in the dimming light, and my breath caught in my throat as I took him in. He was wearing his usual workout gear—tight shorts that barely contained the bulge between his legs, and a tank top that showed off every inch of his sculpted arms and chest.

“Thought you were gonna bail,” he called out, a grin spreading across his face as I approached.

I laughed, shaking my head. “Not a chance.”

We didn’t waste any time. The moment I reached him, he grabbed me by the waist, pulling me into him, his lips crashing into mine with a heat that left me breathless. His hands were all over me, gripping my ass, pulling me closer, making it clear that he was in charge. The rough bark of the tree pressed into my back as Tim devoured my mouth, his tongue demanding, his kiss aggressive.

“You’re mine tonight,” he growled, his voice rough in my ear as his hands dipped lower, tugging at the waistband of my shorts. “I’m gonna fuck you right here, Sev. I’m gonna fill you up so good, you won’t be able to walk straight.”

His words sent a jolt of desire through me, my cock already rock hard, straining against my shorts. I let out a soft moan as he yanked them down, the cool evening air hitting my bare skin. My ass was exposed, and the thought of him taking me right there, out in the open, made my pulse race.

Tim wasted no time. He spun me around, pushing me against the tree so that my ass was perfectly presented for him. His hands spread my cheeks wide, and I shivered as his fingers brushed against my hole. He didn’t tease me for long. I heard the sound of him spitting into his hand, then felt his fingers pushing inside me, working me open for his cock.

“God, you’re always so fucking tight,” he murmured, leaning in close so that his breath was hot against my neck. “You’ve been thinking about this all week, haven’t you? About how much you want me to wreck you.”

I groaned, pushing back against his fingers, desperate for more. “Yeah, Tim. Fuck, I need it. I need you inside me.”

He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. “Oh, you’ll get it. You’ll get it all.”

I felt the head of his cock press against my hole, thick and demanding. He didn’t give me much warning before he pushed in, his cock sliding deep inside me in one rough thrust. I gasped, my hands clawing at the bark of the tree as he filled me up, stretching me wide. The sensation was overwhelming, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure.

“Fuck, Sev,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he started to move, his cock slamming into me with a force that left me breathless. “You take my cock so fucking well.”

I moaned, my body trembling as he pounded into me, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the quiet clearing. Every thrust sent a wave of pleasure through me, my whole body alive with the sensation of him fucking me hard and deep.

“God, Tim… harder,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. “I want it harder.”

Tim didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed my shoulders for better leverage and started pounding into me with a force that made my legs buckle. I bit my lip to keep from crying out too loudly, but the pleasure was too much. I could feel the rough bark of the tree scraping against my chest, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was Tim’s cock, thick and relentless, filling me up over and over again.

And then we heard it—the faint sound of voices, growing closer. My heart skipped a beat, the realization that we weren’t alone sending a surge of adrenaline through me. Someone was nearby. Close enough to hear us if we weren’t careful.

Tim didn’t stop. If anything, the risk seemed to fuel him. His grip tightened on my hips, and he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “Don’t make a sound,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “But I’m not stopping.”

I nodded, biting my lip so hard I thought I might draw blood. My heart raced as the voices grew louder, but the thrill of getting caught only made the moment more intense. Tim kept fucking me, his cock driving into me with deep, powerful thrusts, each one sending a wave of pleasure through my entire body.

The voices drifted closer, laughter ringing out through the trees. They had to be just on the other side of the bushes now, maybe twenty feet away, completely oblivious to what was happening just out of sight. My entire body tensed, every nerve on fire as Tim’s pace quickened.

“I’m close,” he grunted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “You ready for me to fill you up?”

“Yes,” I whispered, barely able to speak through the haze of pleasure. “Fuck, Tim, fill me up.”

With a deep, guttural moan, Tim slammed into me one last time, burying himself deep inside me as his cock throbbed. I felt it—hot spurts of cum filling me, pulse after pulse of his release flooding my insides. The sensation sent me over the edge, my own cock twitching as I came, my cum spilling onto the tree bark in front of me.

Tim stayed inside me for a few more seconds, both of us panting, our bodies trembling from the intensity of it all. The voices had moved on, the danger passed, but the thrill of almost being caught still buzzed through me like electricity.

When he finally pulled out, I could feel his cum dripping down my thighs, a reminder of just how thoroughly he’d filled me. I turned around to face him, my legs still shaky, a grin spreading across my face.

“That was… fucking insane,” I breathed, still catching my breath.

Tim smirked, tucking his cock back into his shorts. “You love it.”

“Hell yes, I do,” I replied, pulling up my own shorts, still feeling the warmth of his cum inside me.

As we made our way back to the path, I couldn’t help but glance around, half-expecting to see someone watching us. But the clearing was empty, the world none the wiser to what had just happened. It was our secret, one we’d carry with us until the next time we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

And I knew there would be a next time.

 

[Paler]

Part 3 of 3: Unexpected Twist of a Lifetime

The moment the front door closed behind me, I could feel the familiar tension building in my chest, the same excitement that had coursed through me every time I met up with Tim. It had been a few weeks since our last encounter in the park, and things had only gotten hotter between us. The DMs were constant, filled with dirty talk and plans for our next hookup, but this time, things were different.

Tim invited me to his house. That alone had me on edge. Normally, we met somewhere discreet, a hotel, or a park. But this? This was his space, the home he shared with his wife and daughters. It felt risky, dangerous, but fuck if it didn’t also make me rock hard at the thought of sneaking around like this.

When I arrived, the house was quiet. His wife and kids were supposed to be out, running errands for a few hours, which gave us plenty of time. I rang the doorbell, my heart pounding, and after what felt like forever, the door swung open to reveal Tim. He looked as fucking hot as ever—broad chest filling out his t-shirt, those fiery red curls tousled like he’d just rolled out of bed.

“Get in here,” he muttered, pulling me inside by the collar of my shirt. As soon as the door closed behind me, his hands were all over me, pushing me against the wall, his mouth crashing into mine. His tongue invaded my mouth, hungry, desperate, and I responded just as eagerly. My hands roamed over his thick chest, feeling the heat radiating off his body.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he growled against my lips, his hands sliding down to grab my ass, squeezing hard. “I couldn’t wait.”

I moaned softly, grinding my hips against his, feeling his cock already hard and pressing against my thigh. “Neither could I. Fuck, Tim, I need you.”

He smirked, his eyes dark with lust. “You’re about to get it.”

Without another word, he spun me around and shoved me toward the stairs. I stumbled up them, breathless with anticipation, as Tim followed close behind, his hands gripping my hips. We made it to the bedroom, and before I even had a chance to take in my surroundings, he was on me again, pushing me down onto the bed, tearing at my clothes with the same roughness I’d come to crave.

I kicked off my shoes, then my shorts and underwear, until I was naked on the bed, my cock rock hard and dripping as Tim undressed in front of me. His shirt came off first, revealing that perfect, muscled chest, the dusting of red hair catching the light. Then his shorts and boxers dropped, and his cock sprang free—thick, hard, and ready to fuck me senseless.

“You ready for this?” he asked, his voice low and rough as he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs.

“I’ve been ready all day,” I panted, spreading my legs wider for him, giving him a perfect view of my hole.

He grinned, his hands gripping my thighs as he leaned down, his lips brushing against my inner thigh, sending shivers up my spine. “Good. Because I’m gonna make sure you feel every inch of me.”

And then, without warning, he was inside me. His cock stretched me wide, filling me up in one long, rough thrust. I gasped, my back arching off the bed as he buried himself deep, the sensation of him filling me sending shockwaves through my body.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he started to move, his cock pounding into me with that perfect mix of roughness and rhythm. I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets as he fucked me hard, his hips slamming into mine with every thrust.

We were lost in it, the heat, the intensity, the overwhelming pleasure of being together like this. Tim’s cock hit all the right spots, sending me into a spiral of ecstasy, my body trembling as I begged for more. “Harder, Tim, fuck me harder,” I groaned, my voice barely above a whisper as I felt myself getting closer to the edge.

And then the door opened.

I froze. Tim froze. Both of us locked in place, eyes wide, as the sound of footsteps approached. My heart was in my throat, panic setting in as I realized who it had to be.

His wife.

There she was, standing in the doorway, her eyes wide but not with shock—no, with something else. Amusement? Interest?

“Tim,” she said, her voice calm, her lips curling into a smirk as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I see you’ve been busy.”

I scrambled to pull the sheets up, my body still trembling from the near-orgasm I’d been on the verge of, but Tim didn’t move. He didn’t pull out, didn’t even flinch. Instead, he just looked at her, a sheepish grin on his face.

“Yeah,” he said, still inside me, his hands resting on my hips. “I, uh, didn’t expect you back so soon.”

She raised an eyebrow, glancing at me, then back at Tim. “You didn’t think I’d know what you were up to? Come on, babe. I’ve known you’re bi since before we even got married.”

I blinked, my mind spinning, trying to process what the hell was happening.

“And for the record,” she continued, stepping fully into the room, her eyes flicking down to where Tim was still buried deep inside me. “I’m not mad. In fact…” She smirked, her eyes darkening with interest. “I find it kinda hot.”

My breath caught in my throat, my body still buzzing with the intensity of the moment, and I glanced at Tim, who looked equally stunned but in a good way.

“You’re not… mad?” he asked, clearly trying to make sense of her reaction.

She shook her head. “No, babe. I get it. And I know you’ve been hooking up with guys here and there. But watching it…” She bit her lip, her gaze now fully on me. “That’s something else.”

I felt myself flush under her gaze, but the rush of excitement that followed was undeniable. The whole situation had gone from terrifying to insanely hot in the span of seconds. My cock, which had softened slightly in the shock, was now rock hard again.

Tim must’ve noticed, too, because he gave a small thrust, making me gasp. “What do you say, Sev?” he asked, his voice low and filled with that familiar heat. “You up for putting on a little show?”

I swallowed hard, the thrill of it all hitting me like a freight train. His wife was watching. She was into it. And Tim was still inside me, his cock hard and throbbing, ready to keep going.

“Fuck yes,” I breathed, my voice shaky with anticipation. “I’m all yours.”

Tim grinned, his hands tightening on my hips as he started moving again, his cock sliding deep inside me, making me moan. His wife stepped closer, leaning against the dresser, her eyes locked on the two of us as Tim fucked me, harder this time, faster, as if the very act of being watched made it even more intense.

“God, that’s hot,” she murmured, one hand sliding down to her own body as she watched her husband take me. “Don’t hold back, Tim. Give it to him.”

And he did. Tim slammed into me with everything he had, his cock driving deep, hitting that perfect spot over and over until I was seeing stars, my body trembling with pleasure, the thrill of being watched sending me over the edge. I cried out, my own cock twitching as I came, hot spurts of cum spilling onto the sheets as Tim groaned, thrusting into me one last time before I felt it—his cock throbbing inside me, filling me with his cum, pumping me full of his hot load.

He didn’t pull out right away, just stayed buried deep inside me, both of us panting, breathless, as his wife watched with a satisfied smirk.

“Now that,” she said, “was fucking incredible.”