Saving My Bussiness (A Chicago P.D. Sex Fiction)


This story is fictional. Sean Roman is a character from Chicago P.D. and he is played by Brian Geraghty. I never met or had any sexual intercourse with Brian Geraghty
I have worked very hard to keep my stripclub among the top clubs of Chicago. It took everything legal and illegal to keep it going but I’m a resilient 22 year old guy and even though my small frame doesn’t show it, I can do whatever I put my mind into.

 My club wasn’t even open yet when one of my bouncers told me that a policeman wanted to come and check on the club. I told him to buy him out, I always did that, paid a small fee and they were on their way. But my bouncer told me he wouldn’t have it. So I had to meet that cop. Not that I had any other choice. 

 He wasn’t too tall, but he had this baby face going, he was blondish and he had green eyes, his expression told me he was also resilient and a good cop. 

“Hello officer” I said 

“Hello sir, my name is Sean Roman and I’m with the CPD, I need to contact a search on your club” he said. He had something, like he was proud to be a policeman and I knew he wouldn’t leave me alone. 

“Sure, first let me get you a drink” I said I already had a plan in mind

“Thank you sir but no, I do not drink while on duty” he replied

“It’s only the best whiskey ever! Plus a glass wouldn’t hurt your judgement would it? Come on this costs 400$ per glass!” I said enthusiastically

“Ok sir but then I’m gonna have to search this place” he said and smiled kindly

I went to the bar and poured that expensive whiskey along with a roofie. Well it wasn’t a roofie per se, it was a pill that made your inhibitions go and also made your dick hard. I took those whenever I wanted to party with girls and I was going all night long.

 I gave him the glass and he took a few sips.

“It’s very good sir” he said and kept drinking

“I told you it’s expensive and good” I said smiling.

He stood up to search my club and then he sat down again. He seemed disoriented

“Is everything ok officer?” I asked. I knew the pill was kicking in.

“I’m feeling a bit lightheaded” he said and looked at me.

“Sit down, take deep breaths. Let me bring you a glass of water” I said and gave hm some water. He drank it. His shy smile made me realize the pill was working.

“I feel so…nice” he said

“Can you walk?” I asked. He nodded like he was some kid and I helped him to a both for lap dancing. That specific booth had cameras and I needed them for my plan to work.

He spread his arms on the small seat and he was in some kind of nirvana.

This was the hard part for me, you see I’m no gay but my club is everything.

I put hand on his crotch. His cock was already hard from the pill. He smiled at me, while I got on my knees and massaged his inner thighs and crotch. Carefully I unzipped his uniform’s pants and I reached inside, I pulled his cock free.

He was observing me with a smirk. His cock wasn’t too long but it was thick like a sausage and veiny. I would never have imagined that this guy had such a big cock. They say you should never judge a book by its cover but he had the face of a so fire guy and he had the cock of a stud. I mustered as much courage as I could and grabbing his cock I licked his corona. He jumped up in pleasure as my tongue touched his cock. I wasn’t in the mood for more licking. I went in for the kill. I took his cock in mouth and sucked it good and long. His expression told me he never had a blowjob before or he never had that kind of blowjob before. His hand pushed me against his cock, and he seemed unable to cum. This was a side effect from the pill. It would make your cock hard for hours but it didn’t let you cum easily.

 I licked his cock, I sucked it good, hard, sideways, from tip to balls, but he couldn’t cum. I couldn’t keep going. Let’s be honest sucking a guy was gross. I was a straight man. I decided it was time for the big guns. I removed my pants and straddled him, as he was sitting on the seat. When my face was close with him, he smiled at me. He had a goofy smile that became a face of pleasure as I sat on his dick. My eyes watered, I even let some gasps but I refused to cry out as his large dick stretched my ass. I kept saying “it’s for my club” just to stand the pain. I had it all inside my ass. I could feel his balls outside my butt and I leaned on his shoulder just to gasp.

 He chose that moment to hug me tight and thrust his waist upwards impaling me with his cock. A lubricant would have come handy but I didn’t have any, so imagine my scream when he started fucking me, while he held me tightly. He had all this gear on him, his bulletproof vest and stuff that I couldn’t jab him with my hands so he would let me go. I was in an awkward position and I was being fucked in the ass by a cop nonetheless. I cried out on his shoulder, I heard him groan and panting and I felt like this was going on forever. His grip tightened around me and his thrusts became deeper. I started smacking his shoulders but he didn’t stop. He groaned like a wounded wild animal as he shot his sperm up my ass. Another side effect of the pill, you cum a lot, my ass had sperm oozing out of my butthole even when I thought I had wiped it all. I couldn’t sit and I couldn’t say anything to anyone because getting fucked by a cop was like the worst that could happen in my social circles.

 The good thing is that when Sean Roman was sober I showed him our sex tape and he was furious. His cheeks were red but he said “Bury this and you will never see me around here again” and so I did. Even though I keep watching it from time to time. Such cock is difficult to forget

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Vulgar and Erotic (A Brant Daugherty Sex a Fiction)

This story is fictional, I have never met or had any sexual intercourse with Brant Daugherty, this is a fictional sex story intended to make you jerk off and nothing more
Brant was different ever since he returned from his deployment. Usually he was a kind guy, who could hold interesting conversations. He seemed like one of those romantic poet type of guys. He always would discuss the book he was reading at the moment or would compliment you if he saw you feeling depressed.

 He returned a week ago, and he is so changed. He has facial hair now and an angry primal look on him. Plus his entire body is ripped. I can see veins in his hands that pop as if they are ready to burst through his skin. Somehow this new Brant that doesn’t feel like my best friend, turns me on. He doesn’t talk a lot but he would say some stories from where he was and about his unit. He reminds me of a lion, a male proud lion. He isn’t depressed, he seems mature for his age. (He is 31).

 His blue eyes are the only light thing in contrast with his tan skin.

 I decided to make the most out of our friendship one night we were sitting at his balcony. He was shirtless and sweaty due to the warm summer weather. He was wearing jeans and he was drinking beer. We were laughing remembering stupid things we done and then I reached, me his male friend, and squeezed his knee. Nobody talked but the cincadas into the night for a moment that seemed like an eternity. All I needed for me to stop, was to hear a protest, or him to push my hand away from his knee. But he didn’t do anything. I didn’t dare to look at his eyes, I was transfixed at his knee, because I didn’t want to see rejection. I head the can of his beer being placed on the glass surface of the table next to him.

I moved my hand closer to his crotch area. Always slowly to give him time to push me away or stop me, he didn’t. I still wasn’t looking. I touched his manhood over the denim fabric. He was getting aroused. I could touch his fleshy cylinder under the denim. I could see his glistening, from the sweat, treasure trail. 

 I wasn’t looking at his face, I got on my knees in front of him. Transfixed at his crotch as I was unbuttoning his pants. The manly smell of his, touched my nostrils. I lowered his tight underwear and gasped at the size of his pride. Big, veiny, thick and ready. Ready to bring down any wall of resistance, to ruin any obstacle of virginity in any hole. His pubic hair were trimmed and framed his beautiful manhood adding to its magnificence. I almost felt lucky to suck his cock. I used my tongue to stimulate his glans. I felt it expand with my touch and I tasted the salty sweaty taste off of it. His soft gasp send ripples of pleasure on me, as if we were one.

 I shaped my lips in a “o” shape and engulfed his glans, eyes closed, I sucked in his manhood and and heard his even louder “ahhhh”. His cock was hard as a missile. You couldn’t bend it even if you tried. What gave me the most pleasure though was that I could feel all of those veins with my lips. I sucked harder while I already had his manhood in my mouth, that made him jump with a “fuck!” escaping his lips and his hand grabbing my head. I was his now, he gave me rhythm with his hand. His waist shot upwards and his hand pushing me on his dick. I almost choked but I didn’t care. I wanted this. I wanted to be used by this man. My eyes were watering, because he was challenging my gag reflexes. His glans almost hit my throat before he realized I was trying to cough. He removed his hand off of me and I let his dick slip out of my mouth slowly. It glistened by my saliva. His balls bounced softly, a sign of arousal.

 I was sucking my best friend, but he didn’t feel that way anymore. He felt like he was a superior man, something I would never be. Wise, domineering, manly. I had to be his subject in order to be around him. 

“You know what I want to do now?” He asked me in a deep mysterious voice

“What?” I asked still looking at his dick rather than his eyes.

“I want to fuck you so hard, that my dick will be forever imprinted inside your ass, I want you to be mine Kevin, do you understand me?” he said it like he needed to do that. He had the need to own me like that. 

“I understand” I replied 

“What is your answer?” he asked me impatiently 

“I want it too Brant, own me please” I said almost sobbing, not from sadness. I sobbed because of how much I needed him. I wanted it so badly.

 He stood up and he took me by my hand and lead me to his bedroom. 

 I sat on his bed, still not looking at his eyes. I watched him remove his clothes. Completely naked he stood there, with the lights by the lamp of the street giving him a soft glow. It made his body look even more primitive and beautiful.

 He leaned close to me and he almost drank my lips in a manly kiss. I never had gay sex before, and I never kissed a guy before but I was surprised at how much I needed that. It almost as if we merged just by the touch of our lips. His facial hair grazed my clean shaven face. But even that added to the pleasure. As he was kissing me he was pushing me to lean on my back as he was taking position between my legs. When I was laying on my back he lead my arms by my head and held them there. His breath hot on my skin. I couldn’t help but look at his eyes. His blue eyes were pinned on mine. I managed to see a glimpse of lust in his eyes before he buried his face on my neck, kissing me there while I felt his manhood poking my butthole.

 “Say you want me!” he pleaded in a muffled voice as he was still kissing my neck.

“I want you, I want you!” I responded. I meant it.

“Tell me something Kevin” he said and stopped kissing me. His eyes now back on mine.

“What?” I asked smiling like an idiot.

“Tell me, am I your first? I need to be your first” he said as if that was important.

“I have never been intimate with another guy Brant” I replied. His doubt softened and he went back to business. With my legs around his waist, and our bodies touching, I felt like I could cum at any minute. Feeling a hot soldier guy throbbing against you, wasn’t something it happened everyday. Especially when that soldier was your hot handsome best friend. 

He lifted my legs and he buried his dick inside my ass. I gasped. My first cock was a big one too. I tried to remain confident and I hid my panic and pain as he was sliding it in. My ass was filled with Brant. I could feel him throbbing deep inside me. I cried out as he did a small thrust. He smiled at me, more like, he smirked. I didn’t want to hide my face, I wanted him to see my expressions. I wanted him to see what he was doing to me. He grabbed my legs and started fucking me in a butterfly position 

Butterfly Fuck

My gasps became cries as I felt my ass protesting against his new ruler, Brant.

My own dick bounced hard back and forth on my belly as Brant was fucking me. He was smirking all the way. He had a primal look on his eyes. I realized I felt the need to spread my legs, instead of closing them my own body was owned by Brant Daugherty, my best friend. 

“Do you like it?” he was asking me in a rough voice, panting but never stopping

“Yes sir, yes! I like it!” I sobbed trying to fit his entire manhood in my ass.

“That’s what I like to hear from you! Who am I?” He asked me. I was confused. What he wanted to hear?

“Who am I Kevin?” he asked me again. His waist relentlessly fucking me. 

“You’re my daddy” I said crying, not from pain or sadness. I felt emotional.

“That’s right, I’m your daddy Kevin!” he growled and he slammed against me. Burying deep his dick. I felt his balls move against my ass, as they launched his sperm inside me. I groaned with him too. We were one. When he finished shooting his load. He leaned on me and stayed there on my neck. I realized he slept on me. I felt bliss, pure bliss as I hugged his muscular torso and kissed his neck.

Uncle Knows Best (A Chris Pratt Sex Fiction)

This is a fictional story, in which Chris Pratt is my uncle and not a famous actor. I have never met or had any sexual intercourse with Chris Pratt. Nor he is my relative in any other way. 


“Smell the fresh air Kyle” Nick said to his son who was 17 a day away from becoming 18 years old, and had an addiction with technology and online games.

He got out of the car mumbling. 

“Look son, trust me, all you need is a month with Uncle Chris in nature and you will be begging me to let you stay more” Nick said and his son look at him incredulously.

“I’m pretty sure I will have fun chasing away raccoons and defending myself from bears” Kyle said sarcastically.

“There are no bears here son” his uncle Chris said behind him.

“Hey bro! How’s city life treating ya” he said to his brother Nick and hugged him.

“Nice, but I miss nature, and I wish my son would realize how beautiful is out here too” Nick said looking at his son.

“Yeah right” Kyle said walking towards the wooden house that was surrounded by trees. His father left about an hour later and Kyle was laying on his bed, bored out of his mind when he heard someone chopping wood. 

 It seems stupid but he had never seen anyone doing that before besides TV, he went to his window and looked. His Uncle Chris, was chopping some wood, with a huge axe, and with no shirt on, only his rugged jeans. Kyle couldn’t help but notice that his uncle was a fucking beast. His torso seemed like his muscles were trying to burst out of his skin. He had a few chest hair, that was probably due to genes. Since Kyle and his father weren’t hairy at all. Kyle just stood there and stared. He was transfixed at his uncle’s perfection and sweat, he had this mustache on his face that would look silly on any other man but not on his uncle and his body glistened and Kyle felt kinda turned on.

 He kicked that thought out of his mind. He wasn’t some gay boy and even if he was this was his uncle that was too pervy. So pervy that Kyle’s com awakened along with his butthole. So he took a shower and went to sleep.

 A voice awakened him, he opened his eyes slowly, to see his uncle dressed in a white fitted t-shirt, that hugged his muscular torso and new clean jeans standing beside his bed.

“Wake up son, let’s grab some dinner” he said and smiled boyishly. His aftershave filled Kyle’s room.

“I’ll be ready in a minute and Uncle Chris, thanks for taking me in, my father would have send me in a rehab for technology junkies if you had said no” Kyle said and smiled.

“You’re my favorite nephew Kyle, I like having you around” he chuckled and hugged his nephew. Kyle took the chance to explore his Uncle’s muscular back as they were hugging. That man was a total beast.

 About an hour after they had eaten their steaks, they returned home. 

“That was nice” Kyle said.

“Charlie’s steaks are the best, now I’m gonna get some sleep because I’m tired’ feel free to do whatever you want, but do not go outside, it’s night and I do to want you to get lost and also no electronic devices except maybe a bit of tv if you’d like” Chris told him. 

 Kyle had his eyes glued on the screen of the T.V. but he didn’t really followed the movie, he was thinking about his uncle and how he made him feel. His body felt hot everytime he thought about him and his butt was longing for something. His dick got hard again. He stood up to take a piss and in the bathroom on the floor, there was a pile of dirty jeans and boxers. His uncle’s!

 He felt a weird high, as if he was about to do something he shouldn’t be doing but also feeling good about it. He locked himself in the bathroom and he picked up, those dirty boxers. They were plaid, and the button was missing. Kyle tried to imagine seeing his uncle wearing only his boxers and his cock slipping out of the fly.

 He brought the boxers closer and he sniffed them. Manly, cock smell and sweat. 

 “What’s wrong with me?” he kept saying to his mind but his nose didn’t want to stop, he kept sniffing them. Until his morals won and he dropped them on the floor full of guilt. In the hallway he noticed his Uncle’s bedroom door was open, he walked carefully towards the door and leaned in to look. His uncle was asleep, wearing only another pair of plaid boxers. Kyle wanted to caress his chest and feel his muscles. He wanted to slide his hand all the way to his ands and then under those boxers. “No, that’s perversion, you’re disgusting!” his mind told him. So he did what he could do. 

 He jerked off and went to sleep, he should have felt OK after jerking off but no, that weird longing was still there. “But his is your uncle you pervert!” his mind judged him until he fell asleep.

 “Wake up sunshine!” Chris awakened his nephew. Kyle rubbed his eyes and looked at his smiling uncle. He was wearing an apron. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Happy Birthday boy! You’re an adult now!” he said and hugged Kyle.

“I made you pancakes, wash your face and come” he said.

His uncle had removed his apron, he was wearing a plaid flannel shirt unbuttoned with a white t-shirt inside and jeans. Kyle for the first time noticed how nice ass his uncle had. He ate and stared at his ass whenever he would turn his back.

 “Ok, listen up, I was thinking your present, and as an uncle I want to give you the cool gift. So how about we visit the girls tonight?” he said smiling excitedly.

“The girls?” Kyle repeated confused. 

“You know, the girls, hookers…” his uncle replied smiling a him.

“Oh! Umm I don’t know” Kyle stammered

“You’re still a virgin huh? Don’t be anxious, those women are there to make you a man” his uncle said and bumped his chest in a manly gesture. He stood up and he placed his plate on the sink.

“I got to get to work, those trees ain’t gonna cut themselves” he said and grabbed his leather jacket “you know what? Would you like to come with me to keep me some company?” his uncle said.

“Sure” Kyle replied and got dressed. 

 His uncle worked tirelessly,chopping wood and he even removed his shirt as expected. Kyle just admired his glistening wonder. His muscles intensified under the light of sweat, he seemed like a real beast. His biceps bulging everytime he used the axe. Kyle found himself feeling uncomfortable, his dick was hard from all this. 

“It’s time to accept that you fancy your uncle” his mind admitted. 

“This day turned out to be hot, how about swimming, did you brought bathing suit?” Chris asked swiping his sweat on his forehead with his hand. 

“Yeah, I think I have something” Kyle said still with his mind still reeling.
Chris drove his nephew to a lake a few miles away from the town. 

“Wow it’s beautiful!” Kyle exclaimed watching the scenery unfolding in front of him. The lake and the trees surrounding it, were straight out of some wallpaper!

“Told ya” his uncle said simply and he removed his shirt. He wore shorts. Kyle almost stared but he managed to keep himself in check. They removed their clothes and jumped right into the crystal waters of the lake.

“It’s so differently than the sea” Kyle noticed, swimming next to his uncle.

“Yes, kinda feels softer like silk” Chris agreed. He looked amazing when he was wet. His hair or dripping, his mustache enhanced by the water. He seemed like the best pornstar in the world. Kyle sighed.

“What is it?” his uncle asked, when he heard him sigh.

“Nothing, I’m just having so much fun” Kyle managed to smile genuinely. 

“Uncle Chris? Do you mind if we didn’t go to those girls you said earlier?” Kyle asked. He didn’t want to deal with having sex for the first time while he had sexual feelings for his uncle.

“Sure but if you’re anxious, don’t be” he said

“Not its not that, I don’t want to go” Kyle said, trying to avoid the subject.

“Why though?” his uncle asked perplexed.

“It’s just….aaaaaaah!” Kyle screamed and swam towards the shore.

“What! What is it?” Chris asked following him. 

“There’s something in my shorts” Kyle said shivering.

“Where in your shorts? Your junk?” His uncle asked

“No behind” Kyle said a bit embarrassed.

“Lay on the towel and let me see” his uncle said 

“No, it’s ok I’ll take care of it when we get home” Kyle felt embarrassed

“Kyle, lay your fucking ass down and let me see” Chris wasn’t kidding.

Kyle lay on the towel and he felt his uncle lowering his shorts. The cool breeze hit his buttocks. 

“It’s a leech” Chris concluded “wow it’s between your buttcheeks” he said and examined Kyle’s buttcheeks, not knowing that he made his nephew hard.

 “Wait here, I’m going to burn this motherfucker” his uncle said and returned back with a lighter and a cigarette. He lit it and then burned the leech off.

 Kyle proceeded to pull his shorts up but Chris stopped him.

“Don’t! Let the wound close first, your shorts are dirty, we don’t want any germs around the wound” he said as he sat next to him. Kyle couldn’t see him but he felt uncomfortable with his ass exposed and his uncle next to him.

 Fifteen minutes later they returned home and nobody talked. Kyle out of embarrassment. 

 

The next day, Kyle was able to relax from his lustful thoughts about his uncle. He met a nice and quite hot girl that made his dick hard, which surprised him, because he was convinced he was gay because he liked his uncle. Tish had black hair and she was 19 years old, she was a local girl, quite friendly. Kyle for two days didn’t even think about his uncle in a sexual way, he was meeting Tish and they were talking and hang out. His uncle happened to see them together once.

“Hey Mr. Pratt” Tish said to Kyle’s uncle.

“Hey Tish, how’s your dad?” Chris said as he was carrying a toolbox, Kyle couldn’t help but feel some sexual feelings seeing him, with his rugged jeans and just a t-shirt with sweat on.

“He is ok, how are you?” Tish said seductively. Chris smirked and said “I’m fine Tish” and left them alone. Tish leaned in and gave a kiss on Kyle, a soft one, but it turned on quite the flame on his body. His cock got hard and his uncle seemed insignificant now. 

“I have to go!” She said and stood up, leaving Kyle with blue balls. 

 Kyle slept for the first time without lustful thoughts about his uncle. He woke up by the sounds of bed squeaking and moans, female ones and male ones. Kyle tip toed to the hallway and followed the sounds to his uncle’s bedroom, the door was halfway open. The sounds grew louder as he approached. He leaned and looked at the room.

 He almost gasped at what he saw. His uncle in his full naked glory having Tish’s legs on his shoulder and spread open and fucking her in a vulgar way.

Tish moaned in pleasure, as Chris’s body slammed against her pussy. His sweaty body glistened by the soft light of the lamp on his nightstand. Kyle felt kinda bereaved by Tish but that feeling faded quickly, as his dick got hard. Not for Tish’s almost perfect naked body but for his uncle. 

“You like that? Huh?” Chris asked Tish. She smiled like the slut she was and replied

“Yes Mr. Pratt, fuck my pussy” 

Kyle gasped and probably his uncle heard him because as he relentlessly fucked his nephew’s friend, he looked up and without stopping, smirked a dirty smile at his nephew. He was proud. He even took a more theatrical posture, as if he was posing for his nephew.

Kyle bit his lip, he felt that if he touched his dick, he would cum fountains of sperm.

 He returned to his room just as he heard Chris groan and Tish orgasming loudly. He realized he had ruined his pants with his own sperm just by listening to them.

 Chris acted as if nothing had happened. Kyle felt a bit awkward around him, he saw him smirking at him as he was fucking his new friend. 

“No chopping wood today?” Kyle initiated conversation

“I’m tired, I didn’t slept enough last night” his uncle said drinking his coffee and looking at Kyle with a provocative look. 

“Yeah, I figured” Kyle said and ate a spoonful of his cereals just to do something.

“Look are we gonna have a problem?” Chris asked his nephew

“Problem? What are you talking about?” Kyle asked playing dumb.

“Seriously, are we gonna act like I didn’t fucked Tish? No, the words that describes it first is “ruined” her” he said with a proud smirk again.

 His manly face and with that mustache made his word more vulgar and sexy than if a fucking younger guy had said them.

 “She seemed to enjoy it so why would I have a problem?” Kyle said.

“I know you fancy her but she is a slutty girl, she’s been hitting on me for months, you want my advice, fuck her too and then dumb her” his uncle said.

“I don’t want to fuck her” Kyle said 

“Kyle let me ask you something, there’s no judgement here just tell me, are you gay son?” he asked.

 “I don’t know” Kyle replied genuinely. His uncle’s face didn’t betrayed his thoughts.

“Do you like men?” he asked his nephew.

“Not all of them” Kyle said a bit embarrassed.

“How many of them?” Chris asked.

“One particular man” Kyle said and locked eyes with his uncle.

“Do I know him?” his uncle asked seductively 

“Yeah” Kyle said and didn’t realized how he let that slip.

“Who is it? Is someone from here?” his uncle asked 

“Yes, it’s you” Kyle said. Chris’s face froze.

“I’m your uncle, this is kinda twisted” he said calmly but he seemed startled.

“I know, but it’s not like I chose this, everytime I see you shirtless I can’t help it” Kyle explained embarrassed 

“Kyle look at me, I want to tell you something” Chris said.

“You know why I fucked Tish?” he asked Kyle.

“Because she’s been hitting on you for months?” Kyle asked unsure

“Yes but why now?” He asked Kyle as if he should know why.

“Why?” Kyle urged him.

“I wanted to fuck someone because ever since I saw your pale sweet ass at the lake, I couldn’t think of anything else than how to bang you balls deep ” Chris said with intensity in his eyes.

“What? Really?” Kyle inquired surprised.

“Really, I’m not into guys, but your ass made me hard, and I know you’re my nephew but still I wanted to get inside your ass and do what you saw me doing at Tish. In her place I was imagining you, when she moaned I closed my eyes and imagined you” he said now leaning closer to Kyle.

“I had no idea” Kyle said and bit his lips as he was remembering how hard and vulgar his uncle Chris was fucking Tish, he placed himself in that fantasy. 

 “Nobody will ever know about this, if you want this, I’ll fuck you like you deserve to be fucked” his vulgar smirk reappeared. Kyle thought he was dreaming, his hot uncle really wanted to fuck him. His answer got out before his morals could stop it.

“I want it” Kyle said. His uncle smiled and led him to the bedroom.

 Kyle sat the edge of the bed while Chris removed his gray t-shirt, throwing it on the floor. Shirtless now reached for his belt and unfastened it, he pulled it slowly, his eyes locked on Kyle’s. He was putting on a show for Kyle and his nephew knew and smiled at how his uncle looked sexy and boyish at the same time.

 He dropped his pants. He was wearing black boxer briefs, he stood in front of Kyle. He left his boots on. Cowboy boots. Kyle bit his lip and looked at his uncle’s bulge.

 Chris pushed him on his crotch, and made him rub his face all over his boxers.

“Can you feel it? The smell, the taste?” he asked Kyle.

“I love it” Kyle stammered licking his uncle’s boxers and feeling the hot cock from underneath the fabric.

  Chris pushed him on the bed and he removed his boxers. Kyle gasped seeing his uncle’s cock. The first thing that came to his mind when he saw it was “bulky”, it wasn’t very long but it was quite thick and bulky, veiny and beautiful. It had trimmed pubic hairs around it and those big balls were hanging low. Now Kyle could understand why Tish moaned like that. 

“Get on your fours boy” he ordered as he climbed the bed. 

“Ass up and face down” Chris instructed him.

 “Uncle, I haven’t done this before” Kyle stammered.

“I can tell, don’t worry I’ll be gentle” he reassured his nephew and applied some lubricant on his manhood. 

“Take a big breath” Chris said as he penetrated his nephew slowly. Kyle gasped, bit his lip, overwhelmed by sensations and feelings. The first emotion he felt as his uncle made him his, was humility and submission. Then it was a numb kind of pain, numb because of the lubricant. The only thing Kyle could feel was irritation and something else like a vulgar pleasure. His uncle’s cock wasn’t too long, but it was thick enough to make Kyle gasp again with every simple move.

 Chris was in, he gasped too, it was an amazing feeling to have someone submitted by anal penetration like this. The thought that Kyle was his nephew only added to his libido. Kyle groaned a bit, he was trying to be a man. Chris knew that if Kyle felt comfortable he would cry out. Anal sex is hard and painful for virgin guys. His nephew was no exception. Kyle bit his lip again trying to avoid moaning. He didn’t know why, he felt he should somehow withstand it like a man.

“Kyle, listen to me, what makes you to withhold those tears and those cries, is your ego. It’s not gonna work if you don’t submit. Surrender your power to me boy, I’m the man tonight” he said as he took the bulldog position.

The Bulldog position

Kyle knew it was true, he had to let it go and surrender his ass. He took a deep breath and he relaxed his ass. His uncle felt it and dominated him. 

“That’s it, take it, all in your fucking manpussy sissy!” He mumbled in a furious tone.

Kyle was overwhelmed by pain and pleasure. His uncle rammed him mercilessly. and his thrusts only increased with every gasp and cry Of Kyle’s.

“Fuck! Uncle! Aaahhhh Ahhhhhhh noo!!! Aaahahhhh” Kyle’s tears had stained his face, and he couldn’t see clearly. He only felt pain, pleasure, submission. The sounds of that fuck symphony were his uncle panting, the bed squeaking in a rhythm and Kyle gasping or crying out. This went on for a couple of minutes as Kyle cried out several times. Then Chris instructed him to lay on his back.

“I’m about to come and I want to watch your face as I do it” he said in a husky voice.

He placed Kyle’s legs on his shoulders and he positioned himself properly.

His dick started slamming inside Kyle as if it had never stopped. High speed and full pain. Now Kyle could see his uncle’s furious face above him. He placed his arms over his eyes, he felt embarrassed to let his uncle see his expressions. Chris pulled his nephew’s hands away from his face.

“I want to watch” he said and slid his dick inside his nephew. Kyle’s eyes rolled and he gasped when once again his ass was filled by his uncle’s pork.

 “scream, cry, don’t be shy Kyle” his uncle urged him as he was fucking him watching him change painful expressions. Embarrassment, pleasure, confusion all these exchanged in Kyle’s face. Chris grabbed Kyle by his neck, not too tight but enough to leave a red mark and let his rivers flow inside him. Kyle moaned in pleasure and his eyes rolled again in pleasure. Chris was watching his nephew’s expressions transfixed. Both lay there, panting. 

“That was…” Chris started

“Awesome” Kyle finished.

“Yeah, are you ok? I hope I didn’t hurt you” his uncle asked him.

Kyle smiled and nodded. He returned home, with a grin that even his parents found suspicious. He was visiting his uncle Chris frequently and they both had so much fun. Kyle managed to fuck Tish too, almost as good as his uncle did. She didn’t know though that Kyle was a sucker for his uncle’s sperm. Kyle realized he was a bisexual. Tish’s pussy gave him the same excitement as his uncle’s cock. Plus after him he didn’t felt like being the bottom to anybody else.

 
 

Gentleman


This story is fictional, I have never met or had any sexual intercourse with Jeremy Irvine


I was sitting in a coffee shop drinking my soda, I was a tourist in London and I loved every minute of it. 

“May I sit here?” he said, I looked up and saw an attractive guy around 25 y.o.

He had a kind square face and his hair were short. His lips were kinda unusual in a good way. A very kissable way. What surprised me was that he was wearing a dress shirt and a tie and dress pants. That gave him a whole lot more sex appeal than he already had. 

“Yes, yes” I replied and gestured towards a chair.

“I’m sorry to intrude it’s just that this is ,my favorite place and there’s no tables available” he explained

“No worries, I’m Kyle by the way, not from London in case you couldn’t tell from my accent” I joked. He chuckled and I swear he was the hottest and sweetest guy ever.

“I can tell you’re not from here, you have life in your eyes, something that here in London is rare, people are getting depressed with the bad weather” 

“I’m Jeremy” he said and I shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you Jeremy, are you a banker or something?” I said and pointed to his tie.

“No, I’m an actor actually” he said and seemed pretty self conscious 

“Really!? Movies or theater?” I asked drinking some of my soda

“Both” he replied

“Name one?” I asked him. 

“War Horse” he said and then it hit me, he was an actor, I had seen that movie but never realized he was that guy!

“I feel so embarrassed, I have seen it, amazing work” I said 

“Thanks, I always put my 100% when filming” he said and loosened his tie

“This tie is annoying” he complained while I stared at how ruggedly handsome he seemed now with his tie loose.

“it looks good on you though” I complimented him. He smiled. The waitress came and he looked directly at her legs and boobs. “Great he is straight!” I thought sarcastically.

“So Kyle, how do you like London so far?” he asked me.

“It’s ok, but now it’s better” I replied.

“Better how?” he asked me puzzled by my reply

“Now it’s better because I got to meet you” I said casually. This was my move the cool flirting!

“Really?” he seemed intrigued, which was something I did not expect.

“Yeah, it’s not everyday you get to meet hot guys” I said

“I don’t think I’m that hot but you on the other hand” he said. Now that bastard knew how to flirt.

“Me? I’m no good at the face but I do good stuff on the bed” I said as if I was talking about gardening or something.

“Your face is fine, you might need to apply some of my cream though, it’s rejuvenating they told me” 

That guy knew how to talk dirty and I felt my cock hard by this whole conversation.

“What kind of stuff you’re doing?” he asked me then.

“I don’t talk about them, I only do them” I said. His expression darkened in a sexy scowl.

“Then do them on me” he almost whispered. 

“Really?” I asked excited.

“Really” he said and stood up, his dress pants now showed me the outline of a bulge.

“Your drink sir” the waitress said. He gave her some money “We have to go but this should be enough to cover the bill” he said in a hurry. 

 

“I just moved here so it’s not yet homey but…” he started explaining as he let me in his apartment. I jumped him and gave him a deep kiss. I usually didn’t do this because most men I’ve been with are into fucking me and then leave, no kisses and such. I thought I screwed it up because for some seconds he didn’t respond to my kiss but then his hands hugged me and his tongue dominated my mouth. Those lips were made for kissing. When we stopped kissing we were both panting.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom” he said with a husky voice, his dress pants now showed his cock, I could see it under the fabric. 

 

I sat on the edge of his bed, and he stood before me, hands in his pockets, a real gentleman and a real stud. I unfastened his belt buckle while looking at his eyes, I know this turn men on! He was smirking. His pants fell down and his belt made a loud bang on the wooden floor. His boxers were black and elastic. His dick had tried to escape from the top of his waistband. 

“Uncut, just how I like them” I mumbled and smiled, I leaned in and licked his length over the fabric. The taste of his boxers mixed well with the warmth and taste of his cock. He moaned softly as he held my head on his crotch.

“It smells so good” I said and I pulled his boxers down. His pubes were trimmed and his dick was nice, a beautiful cock, not weird shaped or disgusting looking. Proportioned right and with the right thickness. I kissed his v and descended slowly towards his pubes, feeling them on my skin and then on his shaft, licking him all.

“Ohhh” his lips let a moan escape and he closed his eyes in bliss 

“Do you like it?” I asked.

“I fucking love it” he groaned and gasped as I took his dick in my mouth. I used my best techniques to make his dick harder and harder. I twirled my tongue around those veins that were visible on his cock, his glans wet with precums was cleaned by my tongue, I even deepthroated him for a few seconds. His eyes bulged and he gasped loudly.

“Never deepthroated before I suppose?” I asked him

“No, never! You’re a slut aren’t you?” he joked and pushed my head in a rhythm on his dick. I just kept my mouth in a “o” shape and let him thrust his waist and fuck my mouth. I loved how he held me by my hair as he did that.

“Fuck me Jer!” I said when he let me breath from his cock.

“Oh I will!” he said and I heard him ripping some package. I felt the di stickier latex covered warmth of his cock on my buttcheeks.

“Are you ready? I’m not gonna be gentle!” he warned me

“I don’t want you to be” I said. He was surprised.

“Really? I’ll just get in there, no fingers or licking” he said again, making sure I got it.

“Just get in there champion!” I confirmed. I should have thought better because even though he wasn’t my first. He was the first to just fuck me from behind without any preparation.

It was my turn to gasp as he filled my butt with his dick. He moaned softly as he felt ,y ass hugging him. I moaned or better I cried out when he went full inside my ass.

“Does it hurt?” he asked me as he stepped with one foot on the bed and the other on the floor.

“Yes! Fuck!” I complained.

“Good” he said and from there he went more and more harsh.

His throbbing manhood opened my ass like it was the first time, and even though he was wearing rubbers, the friction from his speed was apparent. I really thought at one point where he was pounding me so fast that sparks might come out of my ass.

I didn’t realize I was crying out too loud until he said “Easy now, we don’t want them to call the cops”. I managed to laugh even with a huge dong up my ass.

“Quickly on your knees and beg me for my cum” he instructed me. A common fetish among young guys I might add. He pulled the rubbers off his cock and started jerking it as I was on my knees in front of him and begged him.

“Please sir give me your cums! Please!” I put my best cumslut face and then he let a long “ohhhhhhhhhhh” and his comets hit my face. He came so much that even he was surprised.

“Fuck, I’m dehydrated” he said when he finished. I was licking his sperm off of my fingers while looking at him.

“If I get hard again, I will ruin your ass” he warned me and laughed.

After a shower I left and thanked him for his gift to the tourist me and went straight to rent some movies with him in!

  

Rough and Hard

This is a fictional story. I have never met or had any sexual intercourse with Luke Mitchell
I had seen Roman, he was kept at a secure cage inside the FBI building. I saw many times that Jane and Mr. Weller visiting him. The truth is I was just an assistant there, nobody paid me much attention, but I had a gay thing for Roman. He had that damaged appeal. One night I was hiding and saw him jerking off, he was on the bed, and the lights where off so I couldn’t see his junk but I saw his movements and then heard his moans as he came. I’ve been planning this since I saw him jerking off.

I waited in the storage room until everybody left and then I went to him.

“Hey, I thought everybody left” he said to me with a low voice. I smiled

“I thought you could use some drink” I said and showed him a plastic cup with whiskey. I swiped the card I stole and entered his cage.

“What’s your name?” he asked me with an intrigued smile.

“I’m Kyle, I work here as an assistant” I said. He drunk the whiskey with one shot.

“I needed that” he said mostly to himself.

He was so hot wearing those scrubs. I could see his bulge. I touched his leg and he looked at me. He knew what I wanted. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at me as if he was daring me to make a move. I slid my hand slowly to his crotch, feeling his hot manhood. He had close his eyes and he moaned softly. My touch had become a full massage on his hard dick until he leaned back on his bed and supported himself on his elbows. I bend over his crotch and pulled down his pants. His cock stood upright hard, with veins that intertwined intricately around his shaft. His dirty blond pubic hair gave even more appeal to his junk. His balls were big. 

I leaned closer and licked his shaft going all the way to his crown and felt him twitch as I did that, my second move was to go to his crown and twirl my tongue around, until I felt it hardening, along with soft moans by him. His hand grabbed my head and pushed me on his dick, in a rhythm, I thought I would choke but there was no way to escape now. Plus his dick had become so hard that I felt it would explode. I slipped him a viagra on his whiskey and it seemed to be working.

“Oh fuck! I’m so turned on right now” he stammered as he fucked my mouth on his dick. I had to push him away for a bit, so I could take a breath. 

“Sorry, your mouth is amazing” he said apologetically, with his dick dripping saliva and maybe precums, it was hard to tell.

“It’s ok just don’t try to choke me” I said and leaned close again, licking his dick like it was a lollipop. His hand pushed me again but now he was gentler. I traced his veins with my lips on his dick and saw his balls twitching.

“I want to fuck you” he said in a threatening tone.

“I don’t think it would be appropriate” I said. I wanted to give him a blowjob but getting fucked. It was something I didn’t want to do. I was a virgin.

“I don’t give a fuck. Take of your pants now” he said and he seemed like he was about to lose it. I knew that Roman was a killer before and I didn’t want to risk it.

I pulled my pants down and did as he asked. 

“On the bed” he said pointing to his bed and I lay there with my back on him. 

I thought he would finger me or something but he buried his bearded face between my buttcheeks and made me tremble as his tongue fucked my butthole. His beard scratched me and his tongued soothed me. It was amazing.

Then he climbed on me, he had his pants on his ankles I could feel them. He pushed his cock against my butt and pushed hard until my ass gave in and let his cock in.

I I naked sharply as I felt my virgin ass opening in a very harsh way. Roman wasn’t gentle, he was pushing his dick in without any lubrication. My ass of course wasn’t ready for such a thing. But he started moving in and out making me cry like a bitch.

“Stop! It hurts” I yelled but he didn’t care, he just pulled his dick out, spit on it, and penetrated my ass again. His waist slammed against my ass, I couldn’t yell because the pain was too much, I was trapped under him. I could smell his sweat and I felt his breath on my neck as he fucked me like a wild animal. The bed creaking to the rhythm of his fuck, plus it was one of those beds that had springs and as he was fucking me and pushing me down, I would bounce right back to his dick, getting impaled hard. I cried out as he was increasing speed and he groaned behind me. His dick felt like I was being fucked by something wooden. He was so rough, he held ‘y arms pinned on the bed and pounded me for what seemed hours to me. I had in mind some romantic blowjob and even a romantic fuck, but I forgot that Roman hadn’t been with a woman for a long time and also he is unable to feel intimacy. I was practically was being fucked by a human robot. His only goal was to please himself.

I cried as I felt his dick ruining my butthole, in and out. The worst was when he pinned his waist on me and while inside my ass he would push further as if he was trying to make my ass go deeper. It hurt like a bitch. But he was holding me down. This was my fault, I gave him that viagra and now he was fucking me like a piece of trash.

“Stop please” I pleaded with tears in my eyes, but he kept going as if he was turned on by this. 

“Oh fuck! Here it comes!” he groaned and he filled my ass with creamy sperm. He kept shooting sperm and some of it started getting out of my as while his dick was still in! When he pulled his dick out, my thighs glistened by a huge river of sperm. It was so thick and so much.

I tried to reach my pants but I was unable to walk straight, He gave them to me.

“That was nice” he said as I was getting out of his cage and felt like my ass would be sore forever.

Extra Fuck

This story is fictional, I have never met or had any sexual intercourse with Gerard Butler…

When I got this gig as an extra, my agent told me “Careful, Butler gets a bit handsy with the extras” I laughed and replied with a “But I’m not a girl, so there’s no problem right?”, his expression told me everything I needed to know.

I was so pumped that I was gonna work next to Gerard Butler, even if my role was as an extra, I admired the guy. But having to defend my ass from him, that was another story.

 My agent’s advice was “If you want to get ahead have some fun with him, he can open doors”, I realized that I should either keep my masculinity and be without a job or let someone fuck my ass and maybe become famous, I’m not gay, so you should realize how hard it was for me.

 We had just finished filming. Gerard, or Gerry as he asked me to call him, invited me to his trailer for some beers. I knew this had nothing to do with beers but I had to make a choice. I did, I decided to go with him. I realized maybe some sexual games wouldn’t hurt but I wouldn’t let him fuck me.

Gerry was a typical man, he had a bit of a gut, he didn’t have that sterile shine those photoshoots have. He had some wrinkles, generally he seemed like he could have been a dad for a friend of mine. A handsome dad, but not that extraordinarily handsome guy they serve you in magazines.

 His trailer reeked “Bachelor” I sat at a couch he had there and he brought me a beer. He drunk whiskey.

“So Kyle it is? How do you find the movie?” he asked me.

“It’s pretty good, definitely one of the best experiences I’ve ever had” I replied 

“Good, I like the people I work with to be happy, you know?” he said and smiled before drinking some whiskey from his glass. 

“That’s very kind of you sir” I replied, the mood was completely sexual, the only one who didn’t fit there was me, but I knew he wouldn’t let me off the hook.

“I’m very kind yes, especially with people I like” he stated.

He smelled of whiskey, he was getting closer to me, and I could feel his breath brushing on my face. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge on his crotch.

His hand landed on my shoulders and he looked at me expectantly.

“You know, I have to get some sleep because I have an early thing so…” I started saying but he didn’t move, also the table was blocking my exit.

“I have a bed right here man, if you need sleep I’ll tuck you in” he growled.

“Sir, I don’t think it’s appropriate” I said my voice trembling.

“Oh come on, fuck the rules” he chuckled and grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel his dick almost hard, it didn’t seemed big. I massaged it a bit, while I repeated in my mind that it was for my job. I had to do this.

He had his blue eyes pinned on me and he was smiling at what I was doing.

“See, free yourself, you like cocks, that’s fine by me” he said. I almost corrected him that I didn’t like cocks but I knew that he could fire me and then bye bye acting jobs.

I pulled my hand away. That was as far as I was willing to go.

“Look it’s getting late, I must get going” I said and stood up to show him I was willing to leave.

“You’re right, it’s late let’s get this over with” he replied and unbuttoned his jeans, revealing his uncut cock, semi hard. I didn’t want to suck that. 

“Come on boy, don’t look at it, taste it” he ordered, I couldn’t do anything but suck it.

I got on my knees. Feeling completely nervous and humiliated. I didn’t want to suck some guys cock. I closed my eyes and put it in my mouth. I almost threw up but I managed to suck it a bit but as I kept sucking it, he became bigger and bigger. I was struggling to suck his cock, not only because I was appalled but because I couldn’t fit it in anymore. He tried to push me but I couldn’t do it “Get up” he ordered. I thought “Great this is it” but he showed me the bed. 

“Get on all fours” he ordered. I felt numb. I had to run from there. I was willing to suck his dick. But get fucked was a whole new level of sacrifice for acting.

He was standing there with his big dick hard and I knew I had to choose to be a man or to be a famous actor. I don’t know why I chose the second. Because if I knew what he would do to my ass, I wouldn’t have made that choice.

I remember getting on all my fours, like someone else moved my body, as if it wasn’t me. My ass felt cold, and I felt helpless. I heard his jeans go all the way down, his belt buckle clanked on the trailers floor. His breath was all I could hear in the trailer. He was behind me, I felt the warmth of his body on mine. He spread my buttcheeks with his large hands and I felt spit on my butthole. I trembled. This was it, I was getting fucked. I bet a lot of my gay friends would love to have Gerard Butler fucking them but me, I was terrified. I felt a hot hard thing pushing against my butthole.

“You’re too tight, is this your first time?” he asked me

“Yes sir” I replied thinking I should have said “I don’t want to do this” and leave but I didn’t say anything.

I felt his large finger penetrating my butthole, he wasn’t gentle, it was obvious he cared only to fuck a hole. That scared me a lot, because it meant he didn’t care if he would hurt me. His finger moved hard in and out of my hole, causing a weird sensation. He spread my buttcheeks again and he pushed his dick in again.

I will never forget the moment his dick got inside me. I bit my lip trying not to yell, he wasn’t even fully in. I remember grabbing his hand that he had on my waist trying to push him away. But he didn’t stopped he just kept going. Friction made things worse, what we had as a lubricant was his alcoholic saliva and it didn’t worked at all. I

I felt helpless before but now I was helpless.

“Fuck!” he stammered as he thrusted inside me. I jumped at that.

I felt like my ass and my masculinity was split in two.

“Yeah, I love virgin asses” he stammered and then he started pushing his cock in and out, my ass hadn’t even realized what was going on but he started fucking me. I was holding the sheets so hard as if they were the source of my pain. I moaned softly. The right word is I groaned, because it wasn’t pleasant. What made it worse was that he increased speed. I could feel my sore ass being stretched and I could hear some splashing sounds as he kept going. My eyes rolled and I tried not to cry. This was a torture. He groaned passionately behind me. Holding me by my waist, impaling me to his junk. 

“Do you like it huh?” he was growling behind me, I couldn’t reply, I felt tears in my eyes. I imagined what all the people that supported my career would think if they saw me right now. I pulled my hair, I wanted to divert the pain from my ass, but it wasn’t possible. Gerard had me pinned and he was fucking me like his paycheck depended on it. The bed squeaked in the rhythm of his thrusts. I thought this was the worse and then he rode my ass, he climbed on me and fucked me vertically. My throat hurt from the yelling. I said I wouldn’t yell but it wasn’t something I could control. I cried out like a little bitch, as his dick hammered my ass from above. I was crying, but he didn’t stop for a bit. When he did it was so he can tell me this.

“Ok grab the headrest of the bed, don’t let go” he growled.

I held the headrest knowing what he would do. He started pounding me so hard I thought I would die from the pain. His pelvis slammed onto my ass with such force. His waist moved fast back and forth. His dick went deeper than before. I was ready to jump out of that bed and even kick his balls if he stopped me when he slammed his dick in and stayed there, moaning like a wild animal. I felt his sperm inside me. It was a lot. He went for a shower, and I remained there, on my stomach. I didn’t want to move because my ass was in pain. Also I felt like a trash. I realized how bad was my choice. What if he had cameras, what if he had a video of my humiliation? More questions like there popped into my mind. When he got out of the shower he looked at me.

“Are you still here man? What do you expect me to do, cuddle and talk relationship and shit? Get the hell out of here” 

I had it coming, I got dressed and walked weird to my car. I cried my eyes out and what made it worse, is that my dick got hard as I replayed the whole thing in my mind.

The Welcoming Gift

This story is fictional, I have never met or had any sexual intercourse with Sullivan Stapleton

We just had finished combat training with Kurt Weller, he was the director of FBI New York but he had volunteered to teach us rookies some moves. The first thing I had noticed was that he was tall and beefy. He was all man. He had this stern penetrating gaze that made you listen to what he had to say. Even the most balsy rookie in our group didn’t dare to say a word. After every training we could shower in the establishment, of course many of us chose to go to our homes, but I had a date and I had to shower in the establishment. I was surprised that Weller was in the showers too. He had a really nice beefy body, hairy chest, and a very nice cock. I never felt excitement looking at another man’s cock before, not up until this moment. He showered and just said “hey” to me as I entered the showers. 

“You need more working out” he said as he took a good look at my body.

“I know, I was never much into exercise but with FBI is a must and I struggle a bit” I replied turning my back to him so the water could hit me.

“Trust me, if you go out in the field you’ll need more muscle, also you get more women that way” he chuckled.

I liked how he was so friendly even though he seemed stern and bossy.

“Well I have a date afterwards so let’s hope she is not into too much muscle because then I’m doomed” I laughed.

“A date? With a woman?” He asked me genuinely surprised.

I turned to look at him, a bit annoyed.

“No with a giraffe, of course with a woman” I kinda snapped at him.

“Sorry, I just thought you were gay, ever since I saw you” he said

“What? Why? Do I seem gay to you man?” I snapped 

“Hey relax kid, I just thought you were gay, I didn’t say you were” Weller replied but now he seemed pissed. 

“Seriously though, why would you think that?” I asked

“I don’t know, you seem that sensitive type of guy” Weller replied now washing his dick. I took a peak but I didn’t stared for too long.

“Sensitive guys aren’t always gay!” I said a bit too loud

“You’re right” he said and turned his back on me. 

We showered in an awkward silence. The reason that I was bothered by what he said, was that I kinda felt the hots for the man, I had never felt gay for another guy before. Only Weller did that to me. 

We both went to our lockers so we can get dressed. Both with towels wrapped around our waists. I was looking at him and then back at me, I realized that if we ever hooked up, I would definitely be the bottom guy. It’s unnatural for a huge man like Weller to be fucked by a twink like me. Not that I wouldn’t nail his ass if he wanted but I just knew he wouldn’t want to be fucked. He would want to fuck and I had no problem with that either.

He was putting on deodorant when he dropped it and I leaned to grab it off the floor. I bend down and came face to face with his dick. What made it worse was that I stared, I didn’t stood up to give him his deodorant. I just looked at his dick.

“Give me that” he barked and grabbed his deodorant off of my hand.

“You’re welcome” I said

“No, you’re welcome” he said and I knew what he meant.

“Look sir, it wasn’t like that, I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I’m not into men” I started explaining.

“Just me then” he completed my sentence, he was too close to me. I could feel his breath brushing against my face.

“Yeah, until I met you, I never had any fantasies for men before” I stammered.

“Why don’t you touch it, you know you want it” he growled and I reached and felt his dick. He had trimmed pubic hair and huge balls. I could feel it getting hard on my hand and Weller had his eyes locked on mine. He didn’t moan but his eyes did moan, I could see he was into it as much as I was. It felt like I was petting a lion, he was big in comparison with my body. His eyes once again locked to my eyes and he pinned me on the wall. I could feel his hot breath brushing my neck. Like a predator he went for his prey, he buried his face on my neck, his scruff scratched my soft skin but I didn’t care. I didn’t even care that a guy had pinned me against a wall and I could feel his manhood touching my butt. Then his hand felt my butt and he slid his finger up my butthole. A new sensation flooded me, uncomfortable yet exciting. Kurt was observing me as he played with my ass, he was panting and so was I.

“What if someone walks in here?” I stammered

“Nobody is in this part of the building” he replied and kept kissing my neck. His cock was hard, I could feel it touching me behind.

“Do you feel comfortable umm..sucking me off?” He asked me. I looked at him. This was the moment I had to decide if I would do what I wanted or what was right.

I got on my knees and licked his crown. Weller moaned loudly, so I continued, ,y tongue rolled all around this shaft, feeling his veins that popped around and his public hair when I reached the base of his dick. His balls were my next target, soft and big, I buried my face in them and I sucked them as his dick rested on my forehead. I could see Weller smiling at me. 

“Yeah, you’re doing great” he mumbled. I swallowed his dick slowly, burying it inside my mouth, watching his eyes roll in pleasure. He groaned as I sucked and tightened my lips around his manhood. He grabbed me by my hair and started moving his dick slowly, rubbing his dick on my lips, he wanted me to remember his taste. He buried his dick deep inside my throat, but I gagged so he stopped.

“Not ready for that yet” he commented and I realized this wasn’t going to be a one time thing. What was even more surprising is that I liked that idea.

“Come on get up” he said and I followed him to the sauna. It was exhilarating following him naked on the training ring. He started the sauna and we started making out. I loved touching his hairy muscular chest as it got wet by the sauna. Soon our bodies were sweating so much, that our skins sticked. I kissed his lips, his chest and his dick and he helped me get on all fours for him. I couldn’t see him with all that steam, I could only feel him. I was so sweaty and I felt drowsy but in a good way. 

I didn’t see him putting his dick in, I felt his hot hard sword penetrating me, he pushed hard until my ass gave in, I couldn’t even scream, because the pain was too much. Weller wasn’t too large but I was a virgin and well let’s say he wasn’t a small size either. I was supporting myself on the tiles and I could only feel Weller, his cock was trying to open my ass, his sweaty hands on my back holding me.

“Fuck spread your buttcheeks” he ordered me, I reached back and did it. I cried soft moans because I didn’t want to scream. It felt humiliating screaming while being fucked. Kurt slid in and out of my ass, wearing down any resistance my butt had. He groaned and held me by my shoulders so he could boost himself. I put my face down, leaving my ass up for him. His sliding in had become a pounding. Splashing sounds could be heard from our skins colliding.

My own dick dangled hard between my legs. Since he went deep inside my ass, my cock got hard without any touching. 

“Yeah…that’s nice…take it deep” he murmured at me

I was biting my hand so I wouldn’t cry out, I could feel tears on my eyes as Weller kept going on. It wasn’t that I didn’t want this but I felt so emotional being vulnerable. Having a guy fucking me like this. I felt humiliated and it hurt too.

At some points that Weller was being too rough I tried to stop him but he held me too tight. My ass felt like it was on fire, the friction from his movements made me regretting all this fuck thing. 

“Here comes your welcoming gift buddy” he growled and I felt a twitch by his dick inside me. A fluid sensation and then more twitches. He growled again as he filled my ass with his cum. When we finished. We were both so sweaty we took showers again.

Before leaving, I met one other guy from my group. He looked at me and then at Weller who was getting at his car with his stern look.

“He gave you the welcoming gift too?” he asked me.

“What?” I asked startled

“I can see you’re walking like I did after my own private session with Kurt, he is a fucking sexy beast isn’t he?” he marveled.

I left not knowing what to make of this. My first time that I thought was special, was actually a regular thing for Weller. Well at least he gave me a good fuck.