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  He took as much of it in his mouth as he could and I again pushed his head down, my hands at the back of his neck to make sure he got the full measure of it. He moaned again and with his free hand started to open his pants. It looked like he had a pretty impressive stiff cock in there of his own.

  I grabbed the hair at the back of his neck and made him look at me, his mouth sticky wet from my dick.

  “Did I tell you could take your dick out?”

  He shook his head. “No.”

  “You need to ask me if you want to take your dick out.”

  “May I take my dick out, sir?”

  “Let me see it.” I made a play of leaning forward to look at his cock and pulled his mouth deep into my crotch, my cock and balls up against his face. He gasped and quickly struggled to squirm out of his pants to expose his cock to me for approval. It sprang into view, thick and already dripping. He wasn’t as big as me but it was meaty and swollen.

  “That’ll do. Keep sucking that dick, bro.” I jammed my dick into his mouth, surprised at my own forcefulness, and he quickly resumed sloppily sucking.

  He tossed his pants aside and stripped off his shirt, his mouth only leaving my dick for a split second. Mark had a good body. You could tell he worked out. He wasn’t bulked up like me from weights but had longer muscles, more of a swimmer’s body. He was lean and graceful looking. Well, as graceful looking as someone can be with a mouthful of dick.

  He put his mouth back to my dick, his lips wet worn red from the friction of my cock. He stroked me in a steady time with his mouth and hands together. It felt so fucking good. He started stroking his own cock and I watched it get leaky and swollen hard in his hand.

  Surprisingly, I enjoyed watching him jerk himself. It was hot. It made me hot.

  I put my hands on his shoulders and began caressing him, running my hands up the back of his head, pulling myself into his mouth. I enjoyed the feel of his hot skin in my hands. I gently massaged the tense muscles in his shoulders. He moaned and I could feel his whole body relax. My cock pushed deep into his mouth. I leaned back to enjoy the view of this naked man between my legs. I smiled as I watched him lavish his sloppy attention to my dick. He sucked now with a hot fire, moaning as he swallowed me, lost in the lust of my dick. No woman had ever sucked me like this.

  My cock was sliding in and out of his tight throat with ease. He took every inch of it now, easily, his throat opened up to me. I was raw and red but so massively hard. I really loved watching my cock slide into his mouth. That’s the kind of thing a guy could get used to.

  The sight of him sucking me almost made me come.

  I could feel the fire building in my balls. I was surprised at how much I wanted to watch him eat my cum, to see it spill white and milky out of the corners of his mouth and down across the hard muscles of his chest, to feel the shivers in my cock as I shot my hot mess down his throat.

  He could feel my cock start to quiver and pulled away. I guess I could have come right there. I was so close.

  But I didn’t want it to end either. I wanted more of his mouth, I wanted to fuck his face, no, wait I wanted to –

  – fuck him.

  And I was going to.

  I was out of my mind with lust and pleasure. My cock was so engorged, so swollen and needy. Maybe I just wanted to fuck something and the guy currently licking my balls was a good candidate. Either way, this guy was getting a hard dicking.

  “You think you can handle all this cock?” I asked.

  “Y-yes…”

  “All this dick, can you handle it?”

  He took his mouth away from my wet sack and looked at me with pure lust in his eyes.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Give me that ass, bro,” I said.

  I felt like an animal, beyond control.

  He stood and climbed on top of me, his knees on the couch, his hands on my shoulders to steady himself. Our faces were close. His mouth was wet with my pre-cum and his spit.

  He reached back and took my still hard and throbbing dick in his hand and gently moved my swollen head back and forth against the crack of his ass. He bent his knees slightly and lowered his weight until the head of my wet shaft began to sink into his tight asshole.

  “Oh, fuuuuuck,” he sighed. He leaned forward, his head on my chest, his body shaking with pleasure. He took a deep breath and pushed down again, and my cock moved deeper inside of him. He made a squeaking sound and his eyes rolled back into his head. I took his slim hips in my hands and pulled down on his body. I was impatient – I wanted my cock in his asshole now.

  Our bodies moved in concert as the entire length of my dick sank up inside him. His cock was rock hard and resting on my stomach, leaking a stream on precum from the head. I took it in my hand. I'd never touched another man's cock before – it felt sturdy and warm and I smeared the wet stickiness over the head and down the shaft with a firm grip.

  “Fuck yeah, oh fuck me,” he grunted. He moaned as I stroked his dick. I could feel my own cock twitch deep in the tight confines of his ass.

  He began to grind his hips, working his hard dick through my masculine grip while alternately sinking his ass back onto my throbbing cock. I took his muscular thigh in one hand and held him steady while he worked, enjoying the strength of the muscles in my hand, working my way around to his ass cheek, squeezing it.

  He started to get used to my cock in his ass. He began bouncing on it, like a cowboy riding a horse and my slick dick deliciously slipped in and out of his tight asshole.

  The pleasure was indescribable. I took an ass cheek in each hand and spread them so he could better take my dick. I gave him every inch that I had and he took it moaning with pleasure.

  Our mouths met, his tongue still tasting of my cock juice, and we kissed fiercely. Another first for me – a man’s mouth on mine, our tongues twisting. I reveled in the salty taste of my own dick. He moved to kiss my heavy pecs, taking a nipple in his mouth and biting gently. Electricity coursed through my body and my cock spasmed inside his sweet hole. No girl had ever done that to me!

  I rolled him over onto his back, throwing him down as I lifted his legs and kept the head of my dick in his hot hole. I held them back as I positioned myself, taking in the view of his muscular body beneath me, the sight of my hard wet dick halfway into his grasping ass, his twitching cock and rolling balls just inches away.

  I slowly eased the full length of my dick into his ass and he moaned again as I pressed even deeper than before. I could feel the tight muscles of his hole clenching my throbbing dick. He moaned and shuddered.

  “You wanted that big dick,” I said, as I fucked him slowly and firmly. “Take all of it.”

  He let out a little squeaking sound and his hands grasped at my body so he could pull me deeper and deeper into the hot sticky cauldron of his ass.

  I picked up the pace. Sweat dripped from my body onto his flat stomach. He took over holding his legs back so I could position myself and really take purchase – I started fucking him faster and harder, opening up that little pink hole. My balls slapped against him as I fucked him in an animal frenzy. I was just a fucking machine at that point – my whole body on fire with desire as I pounded away at him, my rhythm that of a jackhammer.

  He was shaking now underneath me, his hands clutching me as if hanging on for dear life.

  “Had enough of that dick? Had enough of that big cock yet?”

  “…no…”

  I pounded into him harder, my hands around his hips, his cock bobbing around. I ran my hands across his chest and down the flat plane of his stomach until I found his dick. He’d lost some of his hardness so I began to stroke it in time with my fucking, using his hard cock as a handle to support my relentless ass-fucking. I spit on it and wiped the slick wetness up and over the head, using it to lubricate the shaft.

  “Ohhhhh gooooddd…”

  His cock jerked in my hand as he squirmed and writhed beneath me. The feel of his cock about to shoot in my hand was incredible
. His dick felt so hot and powerful. I started fucking him as hard as I could, jerking his cock while I did so.

  His cock throbbed in my grip and hot cum shot everywhere. It bounced off my chest and splattered up my neck. It sprayed all over his stomach and chin, spattering across his lips.

  I leaned forward and kissed his mouth, tasting his salty cum and sharing it with our tongues.

  That was it for me. I couldn’t hold back any longer.

  My own cock pulsated and my body followed as I shot my own hot load deep into his quivering asshole. Well, half my load. He slipped off me so he could find the rest of it with his mouth. I held my twitching dick over his open mouth so I could squirt the rest of my hot juice onto his tongue and face. He took my cock in his hands and smeared the dripping cum over his lips and chin, finally taking it into his mouth to hungrily suck the last drops from deep inside my balls. I collapsed in exhaustion, my jerking cock still in his mouth. He whimpered with satisfied desire and pleasure and gently sucked on my tender cock for what seemed like the longest time.

  It’s been a week since I fucked Mark and I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Honestly, I’m surprised at myself. I thought I would feel different after, you know, fucking a guy for the first time, but I don’t. I’m the same me – just with a new experience under my belt.

  An experience I enjoyed. I can’t pretend otherwise – I fucked the hell out of that guy. I’ve never fucked a girl like that. I still feel straight, you know, I love pussy and I like girls, but I’ve been thinking about Mark a lot. I close my eyes and see his naked body underneath me, his pink hole opened to the head of my cock.

  And not just Mark. This weekend I even caught myself secretly checking out some of the guys at the gym. In the showers, sneaking a peek at their swinging wet cocks, the hard curves of their tight muscular asses. I wondered what it would be like to fuck them, what it would be like to see them on their knees with my thick dick in their mouths.

  I’m having dinner at Mark’s restaurant tonight. Hopefully, I’ll be able to see him.

  There’s a big game this weekend. Maybe we can place a friendly bet.

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  FAKE GAY BOYFRIEND

  His name is Sam. He stands naked on the patio deck and towels off the water from the hot tub. I can’t take my eyes off his body. He’s lean and brown and muscular from his work as a carpenter. I follow the towel as he dries himself. His powerful legs, his broad and furry chest, the round curve of his ass cheeks. His cock. It’s swollen from the warm water of the hot tub and I have to force myself to pull my eyes away.

  I feel strange. There’s a knot in my chest and a feeling of expectation in my stomach. And I can’t deny it – I’m turned on. Maybe it’s the hot tub, maybe it’s the night air, maybe it’s the champagne. Whatever it is, my cock is hard beneath the bubbling and steaming water.

  Sam runs the towel through his thick brown hair before wrapping it around his waist. He slips on a pair of flip flops and picks up his room key from the table.

  “Good-night,” he says.

  How the hell did I end up here? All of this is so alien to me and I’m not sure what to do but I know one thing – I don’t want him to leave without me.

  “Wait,” I say. I stand up in the hot tub. Warm water drips from my body and a cloud of steam surrounds me in the cool night air. My cock, fully erect, stands proudly. I meet his gaze.

  He smiles.

  My agent tried to let me down easy but rejection is always hard. I’m sure she heard my disappointment over the phone.

  “They loved you, they’re just going another direction,” she said kindly. “Keep your chin up. You’ll find the right role eventually.”

  Eventually.

  I shoved the phone into my pocket and stepped back into the café. It was a clear sunny day and light streamed in through the big windows that faced the street. The crowd was small but I could count at least five people there who were unemployed actors just like me.

  Clara was right where I had left her. Stylish and stirring her coffee.

  “That’s not the face of good news,” she said.

  “They’re going in another direction.”

  She made a sad face. “Sorry.”

  “It’s okay.” I collapsed into the chair and tried not to seem too defeated. “I was just so sure this time. I killed it at the audition.” I thought I had, anyway.

  She reached across the table and took my hand in hers. Despite the fact that we had broken up months ago it still felt good to touch her. It felt good to touch anybody. Since Clara and I had split there had been a noticeable decline in human touch in my life – of any kind. I had dated one woman in my last three months of singlehood and I broke it off before we go to the sex stage. I just wasn’t excited about her. Right now, I didn’t seem too excited about anything.

  “Listen to me – you will break through. You’re too good an actor not to.”

  “Thank you.” I tried to smile. She squeezed my hand.

  “Let’s get dessert. My treat.”

  So this is my life in Los Angeles. Going on auditions for roles I’ll never get, single despite still having regular lunches with my ex-girlfriend, and very, very broke. I really could have used that job.

  I would love to regale you with tales of my acting success but that’s not why were here and to be honest there isn’t much to tell. My career, while satisfying, has been largely in local LA theater and trust me – you haven’t seen me in anything.

  My roommate Colin, on the other hand, is quite successful. He’s an assistant for one of the biggest producers in town and the sole reason why I can live in this amazing apartment. He charges me almost nothing out of the goodness of his heart (he hates living alone and is allergic to animals) and we’ve actually become good friends despite my straight Midwestern upbringing and his east coast gay attitude. But I can’t say I understand everything he does and today is no exception.

  “Explain this to me again…” I was legitimately confused. This whole thing sounded like the plot to a romantic comedy.

  He looked at me like a child. “I’ll make it simple. I’m gay.”

  “Not that simple.”

  “Okay. I need a date for my sister’s wedding.”

  That seemed foolish just looking at him. Handsome, thin, well dressed and perfectly groomed, Colin was the very picture of the modern gay man. The idea that he needed a date anywhere was ridiculous. Colin had his pick of hundreds of men – and quite a few women.

  “And you’re asking me?” None of this made any sense.

  “Sort of. Look, my parents know I’m gay, they just happen to be under the assumption that I have a boyfriend.”

  “And they got this impression how?”

  “Probably because I told them…” he said, rather sheepishly.

  “So just get a gay friend to go with you and pretend to be your boyfriend.”

  “I could but there’s one teensy little problem – none of my gay friends look like you.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “I kind of told my parents you were my boyfriend.”

  “What?”

  “Yeahhhhh.” He held up his phone and showed me a photo of us hanging out in a bar. We’re scrunched together and he has his arm around me. I look drunk. I remember the night – we were celebrating my birthday with a dozen other friends. Conveniently, none of them are in the picture. “They think we’re a couple.”

  “I don’t understand…”

  “I needed a boyfriend to tell my parents about! They were surprisingly cool about me coming out but they want me in a relationship! So I gave them a fake boyfriend!”

  “Me!”

  “Well, we already live together and you’re cute. Also, I never planned on telling you. When I got a real boyfriend I would just move on with my life after a suitably traumatic breakup. My parents would be none the wiser and I would somehow find the strengt
h to go on. I never planned on my sister getting married.”

  “So you want me to…”

  “Come to the wedding with me and pretend to be my boyfriend. I’m not going to lie to you, you’ll have to hold my hand and probably even have to kiss me – no tongue – in front of my parents. It might kill my grandmother to see it but there you go.”

  “And what makes you think I would do this?”

  “Because it’s the ultimate challenge as an actor! Think of it as a play that lasts an entire weekend.” Then he went in for the kill – he appealed to my ego. “Only an actor of great skill could pull this off.”

  “Keep talking…”

  “And I’ll pay you five thousand dollars.”

  “I owe you a thousand dollars.”

  “I’ll pay you four thousand dollars.”

  “That’s a lot of money.”

  “Well, it’s a destination wedding. We have to fly to a resort in Florida. Rehearsal dinner, wedding, reception, Sunday brunch, then we fly home. Not three full days but it’s not nothing. It’s worth it to me to not have to explain myself to my parents.”

  “Caught in a web of lies…”

  “Not the first time, darling.”

  I thought about it for a second. He was right – playing a gay boyfriend for three days would be a huge challenge. I had played gay roles before on stage but that was a totally different situation. A stage play only lasts a few hours. Could I stay in character over an entire weekend? Of course, I would have a hotel room to hide out in if I got sick of it but living as a character for three days sounded incredibly challenging. I did have one question.

  “Just so we’re clear, this four thousand doesn’t include any…”

  “Oh, God no. No offense, but you’re not my type. Not that I wouldn’t give you a roll in the hay for fun but my tastes tend to run more to beefcake.”

  I thought back to the men Colin had brought home – thick and beefy muscle men and older, gruffer bears. He liked men who looked like they loaded trucks for a living.

  “So how long have we been dating?” I asked sarcastically.