yesboy4u

he answered the advert for the sunday pool party and paid the ‘cover charge’ in advance so sight-unseen Dad let him into the back yard for the day’s activities.  we didn’t know he’d be the stud he was so when we finally saw him strip himself naked i was thrilled to give him all my attention - and Dad was more than happy to exclusively hand me over to my new ‘Uncle’ for the day.  i never knew his real name and was required to call him Sir when addressing him. he proved this title by manhandling and dumping loads in me all afternoon while the other party people watched in awe of his masculine body, fat cock and his deep manipulation of my holes.  fuck me.

(Source: many-men-in-this-room)

simply. fucking. gorgeous.  

(Source: adicktion)

Our Dad & son weekends in the desert were always spent nude by our private pool.  Some weekends it was just the 2 of us in the house and on others there were work colleagues, friends or even guys who paid to hang out and participate in the festivities.  i was always the bartender, parading about and serving drinks in my speedo - and always the entertainment, on my knees for anyone who needed draining and bare bottom relief.  

we were a perfect match.  he didn’t care about anything but having a warm wet hole to cum into again and again - and i had 2 eager holes always ready and waiting to be creamed.

(Source: kumagen)

as i walked down the nude beach he waved me over from behind the dune. all i could see was his handsome face but that was all he needed to show to get my attention.  i climbed over the crest of sand and saw the rest of him, his beefy body, meaty hands and his fantasy cock.   he was so sexy i couldn’t play shy…he offered me a drink so i fell to my knees in front of him, mouth open with my face only a couple of inches from his musky groin.  he was surprised by my bold move but he wasted no time stuffing his already stiffening rod into my mouth…

(Source: cocktaste)

he was built like a brick shithouse and when he fucked me like it was like being repeatedly hit by a mack truck.  the  word ‘no’ was not in his vocabulary, he took what he wanted and i could choose to either participate and enjoy it or lay back and just let it happen.  there was never a time he left me unsatisfied - or broken.

(Source: getthebeef)

he knew the size of his cock and was a very patient man.  he watched me struggle and gag and my eyes tear up, finding my dedication both amusing and exciting.  he wanted those long deep strokes in my throat though so i felt his hand come to grab the side of my head as he coached me through the process of breathing and loosening my throat so he could have exactly what he needed.  luckily i am a quick learner, he only taught me once.  the next time Daddy came to my room to say goodnight there was no talking and no patience he wanted to cum and my throat was where he knew he belonged.

(Source: ifitgetsmeoff)

billythomas:

“Don’t worry son, I’ll be right there with you. We’ll take it slow.”

He had been trying to train me to deep-throat. He said that although I was keen and he was always happy with my work, I wasn’t a true cocksucker until I could take him all the way. He said that having his dick buried in my throat would be every bit as intimate as burying it in my gut, perhaps even more so, and would allow for more spontaneous moments of intimacy where perhaps it wasn’t feasible to make love to me at the drop of a hat, like in restaurant bathrooms, or those Wednesdays when my maths tutor was running late but we didn’t know how long he’d be so we just waited around in the kitchen. But every time we tried it Dad just got too excited and ended up climaxing before I’d had much of a chance to practise.

I suggested root vegetables or toys.

“I dunno, son. I just don’t think there’s any substitute for the real thing.”

So Dad organised for me to come into the warehouse one Saturday at 6pm after the shift. He was the manager there and so the keys were in his possession, lock-up was his responsibility.

“We can just stay there all night if we want to and you’ll get plenty of practise in. We can even order a pizza.”

And true to his word Dad stood there, his hand protectively over my hole while I practised on the guys.

Once I’d mastered it Dad’s mate Reg said, “Hey Stan, he’s got it man. You don’t wanna jump in?”

“No Reg, go ahead mate. I have the boy for the rest of his life. Tonight’s about work.”

(Source: dilftruckers)

he came up to me at the bar with a smile on his face and drink for me in his hand.  we’d never met before but he owned the situation from his first hello.  it took him all of 5 minutes before he told me he was going to take me home and fuck me like i’d never been ridden before. he was a young guy which i normally don’t go for but there was a lot of confidence which i find a total aphrodisiac so i complied with his request as he grabbed my hand and escorted me back to his place.  when we arrived he made 2 drinks and stripped out of his pants.  the monster cock that greeted me was intimidating but i knew that i needed to know if it would throb even larger as he was pumping his load into my guts.  it did.

(Source: pete3602005)

the perfection of his guy next door look was nothing compared to the dirty sex pig he unleashed behind closed doors.  his sexy grin preheated me from the inside out and his fat cock ripped me open and sent new heat from the outside in.  fuck me.