He’s due to be married in two hours, but you made him stop over before the ceremony so you could pound out his pussy and drop a big gooey load in his closeted ass. He may soon be bound in law to a great girl, but you’re the true owner of that ass.
You were the one who picked out his underwear for the occasion.
Conquer or be conquered
The married dad who “prefers the company of men”. He gives you a little wink, a wee pout, and once the missus is gone with the kids, you’re face down in his sheets getting the best pounding of your life.
You spend the next hour straddling his lap, making out slow and deep. Until her car rolls up into the drive. He sighs.
“So you’ll take the landscaping job then, kid?”
“Hell yes, sir.”
“Good boy.” He pats your butt and acts like nothing happened. At least, not until the next time it happens.
This cum’s Dad approved
Joel’s wife kicked him out. It’d been a long time coming. You gave him your sofa for as long as he needed, and as the days turned to weeks, and you and Joel spent your evenings together, your relationship started to shift. You were basically gay, and basically open about that. You’d told Joel how you felt about men one drunken night years ago, and he’d been a bit shocked… but not overly. He’d never shown any interest in you, though. Or men in general.
But a couple of weeks into your new living arrangements, as Joel lay back in his grey sweatpants (no underwear, you noticed) with his hairy torso on show, he asked you very bluntly if you found him attractive. Your heart-raced. Yes, the answer was obviously yes. You’d thought about him many times over the years, but ever since he’d been living with you – surrounded by his scent, voice and aura – he was all you thought about. You played it cool. You told him he was a very attractive man and you’d be stupid not to think he was hot. He smirked. He leaned over and kissed you softly on the lips. You hardened on the spot. What the fuck was happening?
As he continued to kiss you, his hands travelled down to your own sweatpants and grabbed for the rock hard cock within. You pushed him off.
“Joel, what the fuck?!”
“I don’t know,” he said as he wiped his mouth. “I don’t know what this is. But I wanna find out. You can’t fucking tell me you’re not interested.”
Your head told you no. That this was a bad idea. That chasing “confused”, lonely, closeted men who were technically married was a dangerous path. But your head was never gonna decide this. Your dick and heart said yes. They won. They always won. You threw yourself at him and made love to his lips. You were happy to find he was just as hard as you.
It’ll be our little secret
After highschool, your dad sent you away to a special camp that promised to make a man out of you. He thought you were too much of a beta. A nerd. And too emasculated for his liking. You were into all that Mario and Marvel crap. Men in tights. Shit wasn’t right. The camp promised to turn cubs into bears, and prey into predators. Your dad liked the sound of that.
And it was truth in advertising. It was a six month intensive course, and you returned home with 20lbs of added muscle, a full chest of hair, a confident personality, and lots and lots of new friends. He didn’t need to know that you had sex with 20-odd buff hairy dudes and learned to take and give dick in equal measure like a champ.
Though, telling him that might be the manliest thing of all.
Become a man
Your dad’s such a tease. He’s just a big dumb jock who never grew out of it.
This link cums daddy-approved
This was the only place you and your best bud felt comfortable doing this. What was it? Two years you’d been coming out here to fuck. Your wives didn’t know. Or maybe they did, but they didn’t say anything. When you got back to civilization, you and your bud wouldn’t talk about it. Just, whenever you’d share that special look, you’d both find yourselves back in the forest. The outdoors, the secrecy, the sheer lust. Nothing made you hornier. Nothing connected you more to your shared manhood.
It’ll be our little secret
Looking like this, he wasn’t getting anywhere with women. Too fat. Too hairy. Too slobbish. Too gross. So he decided to try something he’d been wanting to try for years. He went on Railr. Within days, he had an endless parade of men looking to ride his fat, hairy, slobbish, gross body. Within weeks he began doing some reciprocal cocksucking. Within months he’d sworn off women completely as he realized the full glory of men. It’s just surprising it took him this long, considering how glorious he is.
It’ll be our little secret
When the French couple who moved in next door takes you under their wing and tries to bring you out of the closet. You swear you’re not in the closet, they keep proving otherwise. They say their gaydar’s never wrong. You’d counter their point, but you keep being the filling in their beefcake sandwich. Hard to say “No, no, I’m straight” when a man’s kissing his own cum from your lips.
It’ll be our little secret
You and your rugby buddy have gotten to the point where you can no longer deny the attraction. You don’t know where things go from here; you’re just happy to be out of the halfway house you were in for months, years. So many near-misses, so many close-calls, so many lost chances. No more. Now, you and he are in deep and there’s no going back.
Tomorrow, when your blood is cooled, you’ll wonder what your rugby buddies will think…
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It’ll be our little secret
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