Saturday, November 25, 2023

You Got A Message

Carlos woke up to the sound of a "ding" coming from the phone on his nightstand, notifying him that he'd just received a text message. Groggily, he rolled over and lifted up the device, seeing that it was a text from an unknown number. 

Wiping the sleep from his eyes and stretching, he didn't think much of what was showing on his screen. He was quite the ladies' man, after all, always freely giving out his number to any member of the opposite sex who caught his eye. Getting a text from a number he didn't recognize was nothing out of the ordinary. He vaguely recalled chatting up both a redhead whose tits had been trying to burst out of her little black dress and smoking hot blonde with a tight little body before he'd blacked out last night, so this could easily be from either of them.

Still, when his eyes drifted over to the thumbnail accompanying the notification (showing him that the text was only a photo), he started to think this might not be from a new conquest, but from some slut he'd already had before. From what he could make out in the tiny picture on his lock screen, it looked like some total whore with her legs spread wide open -- not something that would be out of the ordinary for fuck-boy like Carlos to receive from a horny piece of ass who wanted his attention again.

Everything was playing out in ways it always had until the instant Carlos put his thumb on his phone to unlock it and the text itself came into full view. No words were on the screen -- but the image he saw there said a thousand of them.

Carlos was aghast at what he saw. There was a picture of him -- in crystal-clear detail -- completely bare-ass, lying on his back and holding his legs wide open like the sluttiest himbo whore he'd ever seen, with his normally-impressive cock pathetically locked away in a chastity cage and a forearm-thick dildo plunging into his cock-hungry manhole.

"What... the... FUCK?!" Carlos choked out slowly as his eyes ran over the photo on his phone screen, trying to figure out how someone could have so convincingly photoshopped his face onto the body of someone in a position he would never in a million years ever conceivably find himself in.

But thing only got more inexplicable the more he studied the image on his phone screen.

The rug that cock-hungry slut was spread out on like a bitch in heat was... his rug.

This photo featured someone with his face and his body in he now realized was unmistakably his own living room.

"WHO THE FUCK IS THIS???" Carlos texted back, seething as he typed.

This had to be a prank, right? One of his buddies using some new AI image generator to fuck with his head... Right?

A message came back almost immediately. It was another photo, albeit this time one with words accompanying it.

"The man who's got the key to your cage 😈," the text said. Above it, there was a photo of a slender male hand holding a tiny silver key between its thumb and forefinger.

This had not been the kind of response Carlos had been expecting. He knitted his brow in confusion, trying to figure out what this fucker was getting at.

"Key to my...?" Carlos began slowly before a worrying thought popped into his head.

Alarmed at the implication of what the unknown number had just sent to him, he bolted upright in bed and threw the covers off his lower half. To Carlos's utter horror, his eyes did not land on the much-prized manhood he'd expected to see flopping between his legs, but instead on the very cage he'd seen in the first photo crushing his cock into a sad-looking nub.

Holy shit.

Holy FUCKING shit.

The photo was... real. That was really him. Carlos had apparently locked his cock, spread his legs, and eagerly taken a giant dildo up his man-cunt in front of a stranger in his own living room last night.

"WHAT THE FUCK???" Carlos texted back, refusing to believe he'd been an active participant in this. There must be some explanation!

"Something I can do again today, if you want 😜," the mystery man replied, adding a photo of a dozen dildos as big as or bigger than the one in the first picture Carlos had received.

As he read the message on his screen and looked over the attached photo, Carlos felt an unfamiliar sensation: his asshole twitched.

While Carlos's had no memory of last night, it seemed that his body remembered something -- and was eager to try it again. He hesitated, feeling the sensation again as his eyes scanned the cage that rendered his manhood into a useless nub.

This guy had the key, right? Maybe... Maybe he should invite him over.

Just to get the key, of course. Whatever this guy thought was going to happen, Carlos would make sure it didn't. He'd demand the key and kick this guy to the curb as soon as his cock was free.

"What time?" Carlos wrote back, surprised at another feeling building in him: anticipation.

Carlos told himself that he was just playing along... 

Just getting the guy here to get the key to his cage...

Just inviting him over to see who he was...

Just checking out how big those dildos really were...

Just recreating that photo once to find out what it was really like..

Wednesday, November 22, 2023

No Doubt

Jeff loved Uncle Rick, no doubt in that at all. It was far too easy to love Uncle Rick. He was just too much not to love and in such a deep way. Eight inches was a lot to love, and god did Jeff love it.

Rick kept finding ways to be alone with the boy, especially after he cunted Jeff. Every time the rest of the family went out and they stayed behind, Uncle Rick always got out of his clothes and sat on the couch playing with that monster cock of his, looking at his nephew, teasing him. "You know you really want to bounce on this again, princess."


Jeff knew that much was true. There was no need to deny that he wanted to bounce on Uncle Rick's dick all the time. It just felt too good not to. And why deny the blanket truth anyway? It didn't do either of them any good for Jeff to deny anything... The only thing it did get Jeff was an over the knee bare ass spanking. Granted ninety-eight percent of the time Jeff loved an over the knee bare ass spanking.

Jeff really loves his uncle. So, Jeff scoots over on the couch every time his Uncle Rick is naked, close enough for his uncle to grab hold of his head and force him down on his dick. He loves all the stuff Rick talks about, laughing while he throat fucks his nephew. By the time he mounts Uncle Rick, riding his big dick like crazy, Jeff understands that loving that son of a bitch just makes giving up power to him so much better.


Sunday, November 19, 2023

Hot For The Trainer

Trevor wasn’t sure that this was what he wanted.  Oh, he was sexually aroused being around Keith, his trainer.  He had been secretly turned on by him for years but it was hard to admit that. There was something about the MAN'S raw masculinity that somehow made the boi go all quivery and almost breathless whenever he was around the MAN. But being fucked like a bitch, letting a guy stick his hard cock up Trevor’s new pussy and plow him like he was some cheap slut, that thought took some getting use to. Trevor was sure that only a stone-cold submissive would do something like that.  And, for all his undeniable excitement whenever he was around Keith, Trevor wasn’t sure whether that’s what he wanted to be.


But, Trevor soon found out, he didn’t have the final say in the matter.  As things turned out, Keith was hot to trot, too.  And as he quickly informed the boi, when a MAN was in the mood to fuck some boi, the boi just did what he was told. Which in Trevor’s case meant he just had to lie naked down on the bed, spread his legs as far apart as they would go, and let the MAN have his fun with Trevor’s pussy.  Since It was obvious that Keith was in no mood to debate the matter, Trevor simply did what he was ordered to do.

When Trevor felt his trainer’s aroused cock pressing hard against the boy’s tender pussy, he tried to relax like Keith told him to.  But Keith’s cock was so big…SO BIG.  Trevor didn’t think there was any way that he could fit that massive fuck-stick up his tight little pussy.  But this wasn’t the first boy-twat Keith had plundered and he kept up the pressure until, suddenly, with an awesome stab, he forced his cock up and in the boi.  

Trevor gasped at first but, amazingly, the worst of the pain was short-lived and was soon replaced by a sense of incredible fullness as Keith slowly fed the length of his cock  into Trevor’s pussy.  It still hurt, there was no denying that.  But it felt so right, so right that Trevor’s twat should be serving a Man’s throbbing boner, so right that the Man should be driving his dick back and forth inside Trevor’s body, turning Trevor’s boy-hole into a cunt, a pussy for MEN to use when they were horny, a fuck-pit for Men to spew their hot cum into when they were in rut – whenever they were in rut.  And as Keith continued to plow away inside the boi, Trevor realized that, despite his earlier misgivings, this was always how he’d been meant to be used.  This was his destined role in life.  

Trevor was exactly where he should be – naked, on a bed, his legs spread wide, his pussy stuffed with hard cock, pleasuring a MAN the way a boi always does – with his cunt.  And Trevor realized that there was no place else he ever wanted to be. Ever.

Friday, November 17, 2023

No Worries

 

You tell yourself not to worry about cheating on your boyfriend, sex is natural, it’s only natural that you get needy when he’s out of town. Hell, you get honey even when he is home. 

But it’s not just that, you love how dirty it feels to get fucked by an anonymous guy who you know nothing about. You love going to the baths to get bred by a stranger. 

You love how much bigger a lot of these men are than your boyfriend, so obscenely hung that you probably couldn’t date someone like him without permanently gaping your poor pussy and ruining yourself for men forever. When in reality you know that is exactly what you want to have happen.

You love how they use you without thinking about you, fucking your cunt and forgetting you exist above the waist. Your problem isn’t that you’re a serial cheater, it’s that you’re a  freak who gets off on cheating way too much.

Tuesday, November 14, 2023

Figuring It All Out

 

It was his group of friends that decided to have scary movie night every week. After the second week, Jerry asked me to come with him. He said he knew I liked horror movies. But I figured out the real reason why he wanted me there. We had been to the movies a few weeks before, and he grabbed my arm when he was scared. A moment later he let go of me. I whispered that he shouldn't be embarrassed, and he should grab my arm whenever he was scared if it made him feel better.

The thing was, grabbing my arm did make him feel better. It made him feel a lot better, and safer. It was strange. He wasn't a weak or fearful person. If anything, he thought, he was straight and I am openly gay. He should be the one protecting me. But holding me made him feel like nothing bad could ever happen to him.

I went along with him to scary movie night, and sitting next to me, holding my arm, he wasn't as scared. We did that for a few weeks. Then last week, when a very scary movie was on I had him sit between my legs. He was a bit nervous at first that it would look odd, but as he settled down leaning against me, he relaxed. As the lights went off I whispered in his ear. "Can you feel my hard dick? That's for you."

Ordinarily he would have jumped up and denied he was gay, fighting any feelings he might have to the contrary. But with my arms holding him tight, he knew everything was going to be OK. In fact, his own little dick was now rock hard.

Jerry was trying to watch the movie, but all he could think about was my dick pressing into him. Mine felt enormous on his back. Could it really be that big? He wondered if I was circumsized. He wondered if I had ever managed to get it inside another dude. He wondered if I could get it in his virgin hole. He wondered what it tasted like.

No, he had to stop thinking about that. He was straight. He had a girlfriend. Why didn't his girlfriend ever make him feel this good, this safe, or this protected. She made him feel like he was always doing something wrong, but she never told him what he should be doing. That was never a problem with me. He always knew exactly what I wanted because I told him. And he knew when he did something I liked. Just last week I had ruffled my hand through his hair and told him I was proud of him when he showed me he had gotten an A on his college algebra test. He couldn't remember feeling so good in a long time.

This week, it had been Jerry's turn to host. I picked the movie, and arrived early to help Jerry clean up and get ready. Jerry was wearing only a tee shirt, and shorts. I could tell Jerry was freeballing. Jerry was a bit disappointed that I had him sit beside me. Jerry had hoped to feel my strong, hard cock against him again. He was happy to at least have my arm around his shoulder, keeping him safe.

A few minutes into the movie Jerry did get startled, and I slipped my arm down his back. I leaned over and whispered in his ear to relax. Jerry felt my hand slip inside his shorts, and he leaned forward a bit to let me get my hand under him. Jerry knew what I was going to do. Jerry had fingered girls before. Jerry grabbed my leg with is hand, but it was not out of fear. Jerry didn't know why, but he was giving me permission. During the rest of the movie I teased and toyed with his ass. He paid no attention to what everyone else was watching, focused only on what I was doing to him.

I stayed behind when everyone else left, then I pulled my own shorts and underwear down while I sat back on his couch. He seemed mesmerized watching my cock as I lubed it, but when I told him to sit on my lap and ride my dick, he did as he was instructed. I told him that my cock was much bigger and less flexible than my finger, but that if he relaxed his budding pussy it would hurt less. It felt wrong to Jerry to be doing this, but he knew I would protect him.

It took Jerry a while, but eventually he got me all the way in his new cunt. It hurt. In fact, he couldn't remember ever being in so much pain. But he didn't want to let my dick out of him. For the first time I knew Jerry felt like he knew who he was and what he was supposed to be doing. As Jerry relaxed, the level of pain went down and he started squirming in my lap, feeling my cock rooting around in his new pussy.

With him more comfortable with my cock in his pussy, I repositioned us so Jerry was on his knees facing the back of the couch so I could really fuck him the way I wanted. I knew all thoughts went out of Jerry's mind as he listened to my instructions to clamp down on me as I pulled out and relax as I pushed back in him. Jerry was disappointed when he felt my body tense and my cum breeding him. It had not gone on nearly as long as he would have liked.

Jerry couldn't help but smile with pride when I told him he had done a good job, and that I had bred him as a reward. Now he would carry a bit of me around with him forever. I would always be a part of him. Even though he hadn't cum, it was the best sex he ever had. He didn't understand. Jerry showed me out while still naked. I told him I'd pick him up next week because the next movie was at a house on the edge of town. He wanted to ask me to stay, but he said he couldn't.

Sitting alone on his couch Jerry lit a cigarette, but he only took one puff. He thought about my cum in his throbbing pussy. He couldn't understand why he had let me fuck him, or why it felt so right. He didn't understand why his new pussy felt so empty. He felt my cum spreading through his own body, helping him relax. He didn't think he could last a whole week before getting me fucking him again. He tried to figure out if it would sound weird if he asked me to come over before next week. He wished I would just come back and fuck him again, so he would not have to figure all this out.

Monday, November 13, 2023

Daddy's On Grindr

“Mmm. That was so fucking hot, Daddy. I love when you breed me good and deep.”


“Yeah, baby girl, that was hot; it always is. I love cumming in your hungry pussy and I love that your so damn verbal in bed”

“Daddy, whatcha doing on your phone?”

“Just checking out Grindr.”

“Seriously? I thought I emptied your balls. I thought it was great sex. I thought I satisfied you.”

“I’m not looking for me . . . I’m looking for you.”

“Oh! Daddy. My pussy is thoroughly wrecked . I couldn’t possibly take any more cock right now.”

“Oh, come on now. You know I love to watch you getting fucked with my baby makers in your twat. Besides you're a real cock hound. How about that surprise birthday party I threw you and you took one load for every year old you are?”

“I remember all too well, Daddy. I still have dreams about that night. So now you’re my pimp & my Daddy?”

“Haha . . . Hey . . . I found a dude looking for sloppy seconds. Just pinged him. He’s hung like fuck. You gotta see this HUGE fucking cock.”

“Holy SHIT. Is that thing real? It’s like the size of my arm.”

“Told you. He just responded. You want me to invite him over and have him core out your pussy while I watch?”

“Fuck YES, Daddy!”

“That’s my good, slutty pussy cum dump bitch. Now go get on the bed, pussy up; like Daddy's good lil girl."

Sunday, November 12, 2023

Dad's Jockstrap

It had been three months since I moved back home with my Dad and as time went on with just me and my dad living at home alone, he got more and more comfortable. It was basically like there were no boundaries between us, especially when it came to what he would wear around the house. It was pretty common for him to wear just his underwear.  Then it became just a shirt around me with no underwear on at all. His limp dick head just barely visible under his shirt tails; but his bubble butt was was visible every time he made a move. Bending over was the best as it was on full display and even his pussy. I noticed I started getting erections seeing him like that, and my bed time dreams became about him fully nude all the time as this submissive lil bitch who in my dreams became my cum dump.


But when he started wearing jockstraps something about it seemed a little more provocative and definitely erotic. At this time I began watching gay Daddy/son porn on Xhamster and reading Gay Daddy porn on Smashwords. I was never going to complain about getting a pussy show from him. As I was realizing I was gay I also immediately realized what kind of guy I was into. The type of guy that my father was, and I wasn't going to complain about getting to see a guy who was exactly my type laying around my own house with his pussy out framed by his white straps. And the fact that he was my dad was a bonus.

One day out of the blue, my dad looks at me and says, "I've noticed you've been staring at my ass a lot here lately. Are you gay?"

"What are you talking about. I don't stare at your ass."

"Uh, yeah you do all the time. It's rather obvious if you ask me as you don't even try to hide it. Besides you didn't answer the full question Randy, "Are you gay?"

"Maybe. Ok there dad, that's your answer I'm not sure. I've never even had sex with a man before."

"You've fantasized about though. I can tell."

"How can you tell that?"

"They way you look at my ass, Randy. I can tell you wouldn't mind me ass up so you could fuck my pussy."

"Did I just hear you call your ass what I just thought I heard you call it?"

"Yup, sure did. And I'll call that again. My pussy. I'm gay Randy. Have been all my life. As far back as I can remember. Sure I married your ma, trying to cover up those feelings; but I was cheating on her all the time. Going pussy up for any guy I could find. Of course you know the marriage didn't last."

"By why insist on calling it that?"

"Calling it my pussy. You can't even begin to say that can you? I know you want to. But something is standing in your way. Maybe its ingrained heteronormativity around the word, pussy or maybe not. Whatever it is I think you need to get over it like I did."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh just my thinking the last couple of years. I go pussy up for men. Usually doggie style. You know my puss high in the air, legs spread wide, head and chest on the bed, arms in front of me, and my cunt on full display so the top can just mount me and really go to town on my welcoming pussy. And since I do that all the time, every time I have sex I realized I'm pussy and that pussy is my ONLY true sex organ and as such I'm the tops good girl."

"But..."

"But what? You can't imagine me pussy up. Here let me show you," and with he went pussy up on the couch for Randy. "I'm tired of talking about being pussy up. Here you go. You want some pussy or not. I think you do I can see your erection in your pants, son."

You Got A Message

Carlos woke up to the sound of a "ding" coming from the phone on his nightstand, notifying him that he'd just received a text ...