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  • Birthday 12/15/1951

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    Reading and writing sizzling raw sex stories. I have a soft spot for trans people. And, of course, I'm eagerly interested in the real thing...
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    Just because one is older does not mean one is out of the game. I am just as horny and capable now as I ever was. Wife and I were once swingers, and she was an amateur mistress, until she decided to have a serious affair and I discovered men felt better and were more up front.
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    Author of published porn stories and ebooks.
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    Fun, verbal, noisy tops and bottoms who like to switch roles. Enthusiasm and desire is worth much more than looks and size.

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  1. At the Footy With My Neighbor (Part 5 of the "My Neighborhood Sex Club" series) by Hozzel A/N: Bit of a longer story here. Hope you like it. When Kelly returned home late in the afternoon I noticed her lovely thick platinum hair seemed somewhat disheveled. "How did you go?" I asked as she pushed past me. "How was golf?" An odor of sweat and vanilla perfume hovered behind her. "Bowling, dear," she said. "Pins and balls. It was great - several good strikes - but I'm actually a bit worn out." Golf and bowling were our private codes for "I'm going out to get laid" and "I'm going to do some laying myself." "Really? You worn out? How's Trevor?" "He was, shall we say, more enthusiastic than normal, but I had him huffing and puffing like a steam engine at the end." Three raised fingers indicated the number of times she made his dark muscular body jerk and his stiff cock shoot. Must have been some energetic sexual workout. My imagination raced. "Must've been a pretty good workout. How are your bowling balls?" She smiled at me. "I love that about the new you, Freak. Straight to the most important thing. My cock never wears out and my balls refill very quickly. You should know, hun!" She twirled and almost pranced into our snuggly home. My trans-sexual wife had a nice cock nestled beneath that loose short skirt. Two decades of hormone treatments had gifted her soft skin, feminine face and large tits, but weekly gym workouts had produced muscled shoulders, arms, legs, and very firm fuckable buttocks. Indeed I did know about her special super-power. Three or four separate loads in a row without going soft between was quite normal for my wife. I had known her to achieve twice that during an evening's joy. She claimed she could not go more than two days without having to cum, and normally she got off more than once a day, lately often with someone else. Many men thought she was a freak of nature but I thought she was exciting, all rolled into one beautify trans body. She pecked me on the cheek and her hand briefly fluttered at the bulge in my stubbies. She said, "What about you? Do anything interesting with this?" I gawked at her weakly smiling face and shrugged. "Hot today. Worked in the back yard." I took a gamble. "Worked in the back yard totally naked." She paused and grinned. "Naughty boy! I'm impressed, lover. But why are you dressed now?" Her eyes scanned me up and down and up. "I've always liked your bod." She reached down and touched the bulge again. "And I love this. You should make it more available to me." I almost giggled, and reached down to touch her. Our most important mutual sign of affection and commitment: hands obsessively on each other's significant parts. "You can have it whenever you want." "Didn't something else happen?" "Um, Peter came over," I admitted. "I can imagine what that dirty old man wanted with you." She smiled in a knowing manner. "Well, you know what he's like. He invited me to go with him to the football tonight. I'm leaving around six." Kelly flashed me an odd bemused look. She stopped rubbing and mock-pouted. "The footy? And he didn't ask me?" "He thought you might be going out tonight to the gym. Aren't you?" "Already got my workout so I wasn't planning on it tonight. I thought you and I might curl up later and... Anyway, it's okay. I'm having my hair done." "Again? Back to Clive's so soon?" Her brown eyes flashed like scintillating sparklets. "It'll be a surprise." Clive owned the Hair Wizard hairdressing and coffee salon. He was young, talkative, tall, thin, and, most importantly, a very naughty boy. I would not put it past Kelly to exhaust three different men in one day. She said, "I'll just get changed then I'll be off." I watched her long muscled legs as she headed toward the bedroom. I showered, shaved face and groin and cleaned out myself thoroughly, then popped a Cialis just in case shenanigans might happen at the football. Its affects would last for two days at least. Fun, here I cum! I changed into jeans and a t-shirt and soft shoes, went to the study, snapped on the computer and popped on a mindless game. Twenty minutes later Kelly came into the study and kissed me on the cheek. She wore a tight short red dress and fingered her leopard bag. Cleavage, protruding nipples, long legs, dark eyeliner and red eyelids made her look positively slutty and beautiful. "I'm off to see Clive. Have fun with Peter." She pecked me on the cheek, reached down and briefly touched my lap, then vanished before I could return the gesture and say goodbye. Half an hour later I trundled down our long gravel driveway and turned up at Peter's home next door. Nervously I knuckled his front screen. The front door swung open. The stocky older man wore a red, yellow and blue team shirt and knee-length cargo shorts. "Exactly on time," he observed and held the screen door open. "Through here." I had secretly hoped he might slam me against the entrance way hall and fuck me savagely as he had once before but, instead, we flew past the lounge, through a side door and into his spacious garage. Sleek, black, electric and cost a fortune. Peter pulled out the charging plug. The thick cable retracted to the wall. Bat-like doors swung up and we slipped into luxurious leather. He pressed a button and light flooded the garage from behind as the door rolled up. Another button and the dash lit. The car was clearly running but did not make a sound. He backed out of the driveway and we were off to the footy. We chatted while he drove to the Flinders football stadium on the north edge of the city, mostly light talk about the teams and a recent movie. Then, "Here, give us your dick." That was Kelly's favorite phrase. I looked over at him like he was crazy and had asked the most wonderful thing possible at the same time. "Come on," he ordered, "get it out." I did as was told, unzipped my jeans, fished, and pulled out my floppy penis. He reached over, pushed my hand clear, and took hold of it. I looked about. The car's windows were tinted fairly dark so I hoped no one would see. He held my flaccid penis and began to rub the foreskin covering the tip with his thumb. "Your wife tells me you like this." I admitted, "Can't get enough. She says living with me is like constant foreplay." "Good. We'll get along great. I like to have my boys always ready." Boys, huh. I was nearly fifty, twenty years younger than this wonderful retired man and about thirty years older than Roger and Flynn. I had learned age didn't have a lot to do with it. Peter was just as hot and horny and capable as the rest of us. His sexual appetite and stamina seemed amazing. I felt a bit dizzy and realized the Cialis was working. My prick responded, quickly becoming stout and ready and eager. In fact, I became so hard I felt as if I might burst. He began to stroke and finger the solid length. I smiled and reached for his crotch. "Would you like to be sucked while you drive?" "Another time, slut, but thanks for the thought. Remember it." "What about the rule?" "I'm not saying no. Rain checks are permitted." Stadium parking swarmed with cars but Peter refused to release my hard cock. Groups crowded around the backs of their cars, sipping champaign or sizzling snags on a small BBQ. The Aussie Rules footy match always attracted thousands. He negotiated around past them, drove right up to the back of the stadium to a more secluded area, patted my stiff dick and said, "Put that away for now." The stadium swarmed with team colors: red and yellow and blue, and the gold and purple of the visiting interstate team. Peter's permanent seat turned out to be a private box area high in the members stand. The wide opening looked out over the crowd and side of the oval. He must have been a long-standing club member to have something like this. We yelled and screamed along with the crowd at every mark and each goal attempt, and hurled good-natured obscenities at the umpires if they made a call we didn't like. I admired the perfect muscled bodies in their loose or tight team jerseys and shorts as they ran and jumped and collided. I wondered how many of them partook in the same erotic fun as Peter and myself. I had no doubt some did. Visions swarmed in my imagination: I was pushed into the locker room and bred by a randy naked group. Woo-hoo! Just after the second quarter began, the visiting team kicked a six, putting them ahead. Peter yelled abuse at the umpire for not catching an attempted high tackle during a handball, then he leaned against me and said, "After that unworthy goal, I need some comfort." He placed my hand on his inner thigh and slid it tight up against his crotch. I held a substantial lump. "Keep it there," he ordered. I did not think anyone else could see so I began to massage his slowly expanding bulge while also pretending to watch the game. He glanced at me and laughed, "Glad I recruited you." As long as he did not attempt to publicly embarrass me, I would happily have fun with him however he wished. A couple of missed handballs, a throw-in, a long kick, the ball bounced off the point post, and I reached for Peter's zipper. Time to have some fun. He checked his watch and said, "Go get us a couple of beers, mate." "But I'll have to move my hand and I have plans for you." I started to pull the zipper down. He laughed. "You can blow me when you get back. You're on a mission now. Get 'em at gate 4. Take your time. And if you meet anyone, do whatever they ask without question." I shook my head in disbelief and made my way behind us through a door at the back of the box. Do whatever they ask? I felt set up, but in a good way. I scuttled down the passage to the long descending stairs. When I queued at the kiosk a familiar lanky young man slid up to my side and calmly took my arm. Dark tattoos ran on his bare arms. Black nails almost glowed. Raven hair hung over his ears and dark rimmed blue eyes laughed with seductive intent. "Hey, there." Gothic-looking Stan's mischievous smile lit a happy face. He wore a blue, red and yellow cheerleader's uniform: yellow-striped blue top V-cut almost down to his naval, flopsy red short skirt, knee-high red socks and blue sneakers. He looked almost like a skinny high-school cheerleader but I knew he aged twenty-something. From the outfit and the squirm and giggle I quickly deduced Stan was in his "Stacey mode". I instantly began to think of him as her. I said, "Hey, there, yourself. Didn't know you liked the footy." Stacey and I had played with each other at my first neighborhood sex club gangbang and also at the last one. Stan/Stacey was a gothic-looking gender-fluid marvel with small natural tits, a just-right-sized cock, and a sex drive that never quit. She sustained an erection after cumming, continued until she came again, and then again, as I had joyously discovered. I thought my wife was the only amazing one like that but Stacey proved me wrong. "Do you think you could help me with something, sir? I have an itch that I can't seem to reach. Master Peter said you're the best person to help me." I shook my head. What was going on? What was with the innocent act? "I'm on a mission for him right now." "Yes, you are, sir. I am your mission. You were told to do whatever I ask. I really need your help." I took a breath. "Well, actually I'm supposed to get..." "You were instructed to meet someone and do ask they ask. That someone is me." She grabbed my arm. "But..." "Come with me, pretty boy," Stacey urged with a wry smile. "You have a deep itch to take care of." Embarrassed by other people gawking, she dragged me around the corner, along a curving wall, then deep into a long, dark alcove which lead to closed cupboards beneath the stands. "Listen..." I stuttered. "I'm not sure this is a good place. We could be caught." "That makes this the most perfect place, sir. Remember: you have to do whatever I ask." "Yes, but..." "The Rule apples everywhere, not just at Pete's place." Right. Ok. Being caught was obviously insufficient reason to refuse. Besides, I had become intrigued, and my Cialis-fuelled twitching cock reminded me to always take the better offer. Stacey said, "My itch is deep and driving me nuts! You need to probe with something long and stout." Light blue eyes flashed mischief. "But ... here?" "Right here, sir." Her wiry body suddenly slammed onto me again, ramming my back onto the cool brick wall. I groaned and automatically reached around her waist. She writhed in my arms like an eager cat on heat. Insistent lips pressed. Tongue probed, found its target, slid and slipped, and danced with mine. I pulled back. "What if we're caught?" "They can join us." Her close face smiled with sinful intent. I felt her warm breath. "For fuck's sake, I'm old enough to be your father." Stacey literally pouted. "How's that a problem? I really need help, sir. Real bad." She took my hand and wickedly searched my face with big, dark-rimmed eyes. "Do you think I'm hot?" I blinked. If I refused, she might play up, might make considerable noise, would definitely report my failure to Peter. Refusal might mean expulsion. Maybe this encounter was a weird type of test. Feeling her firm body wildly pressing against mine, squirming with sexual anticipation, I admitted, "You're smoking hot." She snickered then pushed me harder against the cool wall. I felt the tight muscles of her flat toned stomach and her stout dick. Her arms circled then hugged me tight. Despite her feminine appearance, the person in my arms and hands oozed astonishing masculine sexual desire. Perfect kryptonite. "I'll tell you a secret. I've been wanting to fuck you again since last weekend." "You could have come over," I suggested. "I've got you right now and you need to help me. That's the only way to reach deep enough." I looked nervously down the dead-end passage. Anyone could walk past at any time and see me molesting the seemingly young woman. Or, rather, I hoped, she molesting me. Was this her thing? Sex with older men? Did she get off on the thrill of being caught? Was public sex her passion? Did she like to be watched? I suspected Stacey was as uninhibited as they come. "Hey!" I yelped. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, she grabbed my hand and pushed it up into her red skirt. My eyes widened when I felt the bare flesh of her thigh and then bare skin of her warm scrotum and hard penis. Commando has advantages. "You can feel my dick is already hard for you. That makes me very naughty, doesn't it?" Lower lip protruded. "I can't go back out there like this." "Oh, definitely not," I said with my own mischievous smile. "You're very naughty." "And naughty is the nicest thing, don't you agree?" Sniggering, she looked at me and eagerly snuggled her thighs against my hand. "Feel that?" She wriggled it between my fingers with passionate desire. Demanding tongue licked my lips, snaked between my teeth and urgently rubbed my own tongue. Lips sliding against mine, mewling into my mouth, she began to rhythmically push herself in my hand. Her own hands slid down my chest then further and unbuckled my belt. Breathing heavily, she zipped open my jeans then unhooked the clasp and pushed them down. Cool air sprinkled my hips. Cold brick spanked my naked rear. Impatient fingers grasped my suddenly freed erection. "Fuck..." I moaned. Ah, well, there's nothing like being sexually accosted. Stacey dropped to her knees. Her fingers brushed my engorged throbbing prick. She licked up and down the stem before taking the sensitive knob between her wet lips. She fondly kissed it then opened her lips wide and obscenely coated it with hot eager breath and wide tongue. Stacey dove and viciously sucked me into her oral cave. She began to pull and suck and almost gulp me into her throat. Her fingers fondled my sensitive balls. With skill she made my body jump and jerk and quiver. She knew what to do, exactly where to rub and tease, how to obtain any reaction she desired. She winced as a bare knee hit the cement but she sucked hard as if impatient. At the same time, she eagerly massaged my warm balls as if preparing the gooey seed inside for launch. "Oh, fuck," I moaned again, looking down at the mass of bobbing black hair. She was good, very good, and in moments she had me rock hard and quivering on the edge. The pleasure became staggering. She pulled back and fluttered her tongue, causing my entire body to cringe. "You're good!" escaped from my mouth. With a pop, she pulled off. "Great! Now I want to cum from you fucking me! Quick!" She stood, turned around, flipped her skirt up exposing narrow hips and a ripe ass. She pressed her firm smooth buttocks against me. My cock slipped beneath her balls and along side her own tumescent rod. She leaned forward, pushing trim arms straight, her palms slapped flat against the opposite brick wall. "Come on, get in me." "But..." "Get your dick the fuck in me! Now!" I pulled back, pressed my sensitive knob between her cheeks and against the tight pink flower. Impatient, she suddenly thrust back. Her experienced hole gobbled me whole and clamped tight. She was so slick no no lube was needed. With a gasping sigh, she moaned, "Oh...yes. Way better." She pushed back forcing me deeper. "You feel really good. Okay, now, get that itch. Fuck me!" Stacey had enthusiastically topped me at the neighborhood gangbang, but now she seemed to have become an aggressive bottom. Definitely a great big lump of green glowing kryptonite. She felt quite slick and I wondered if someone else had already provided the lube in a natural manner. "Haven't you been fucked today already?" I ventured. "Only once," she huffed as she began to move on me. I squeezed her tight round buns and pushed and pulled, matching each of her savage backthrusts. Immediately her breathing quickened to little grunts in time to playful spasms that rippled along my straining cock. I reached around and felt her own solid pole. Quite naturally I began to jerk it while she moved against me. "Come on, fuck me harder!" She slammed back against me, over and over, in complete control of the fuck. My butt battered the hard wall. I stood still, took it, and watched her tight bum as she fucked herself on me. The slick sensations further hardened my prong. When I began to move again, to return her thrusts with my own gentle pushes, she picked up speed. "Harder! Oh, fuck. Oh, yes. I love that! Won't be long. Oh, shit, yes. Oh ... fuck. This is great. You feel ... amazing! Your slutty cock is wonderful! So hard and long, I can feel it going deep. Oh, yes. That's it. Fuck my hole. Fuck my cunt! Smash me! Fuck me harder! Use your hand. That's right. You're hitting the right spot in there. I'm... I'm going to..." Her hands jumped and slapped the brick wall. She silenced her litany and concentrated on the delicious feelings as her body quivered in a fluidless prostate orgasm, an amazing type of orgasm I knew so well myself. I felt her tight anus firmly grab as if it did not want to ever let me go. I held on while she quivered and moaned. The moment she eased, she resumed twerking against me, forcing my cock to slide in ecstasy. "Fuck, yes! That's it! Hard! Fuck me hard! Smash me! Smash me! Oh, fuck! Keep going! Make me cum again so fucking massive!" Now caught in the sticky web of erotic sensations, oblivious to my surroundings, I grabbed her trim hips and pummeled. My hips slapped her rump as I forcefully fucked. My cock speared relentlessly. Strong sensations zapped through my entire switched-on body. Tingling pleasure quickly built in my swinging balls. I fucked hard, returning each of her solid backthrusts. When I dug my fingers into her pliant buttocks, she suddenly shoved back hard and yelled loud. Her powerful internal muscles and stomach clenched. Her back arched. I felt her next noisy orgasm take control of her entire beautiful body. In my fist I felt her cock spasm, felt as if she tried to shoot, felt sticky fluid between my rubbing fingers. Felt her orgasm take control of her entire youthful body. I thought I was good with prostate mini-orgasms but Stacey was clearly the supreme mistress. The crowd roared almost as if cheering us on. "Don't stop!" she panted and pressed against me. Her inner muscles danced around my cock. "Again!" Oh, yes, I knew she could, too. I slipped my free hand up her body, squeezed her nipple, and rammed back into her. "Ug! Fuck! Do it! Do it!" On and on I pounded, thrusting as fast as I could, slapping my hips against her shaking buttocks as I rammed my steel rod as deep as I could, feeling as if I was punishing with my stiff cock alone but knowing this was exactly what she wanted. On and on I fucked, all the while feeling her body shake in what seemed like a non-stop orgasm. On and on I rammed my electric cock in and out. I relished the fuck. I grunted with each savage push. I was there with her and she was here with me. "Fuck ... yes!" she yelled. "Oh, fuck! Keep going!" The crowd roared again as if they knew. I shuddered, slowed, and began to pull away, but she shouted, "I'm not finished!" She pushed back, slamming my rear and back against the wall, spurring me to continue. "More?" I gasped and shoved back. "Really?" She literally growled. I felt her clamp, felt the pressure of her firm anal walls slide along my juiced cock, felt her body shake with uncontrolled lust. Her tempo and loud moaning increased again. She bucked back on me. Her fingers dug into the brick wall. She and I fucked ecstatically, blissfully unaffected by the hollering crowd. All that mattered was our fucking. I pounded my cock deep into her and he pushed hard against me. Time contracted and flowed within extraordinary crazy bliss. "More," she panted and continued to move on me. "Don't you want to fuck me?" My eager anus tingled at the thought. Her solid cock in my hand pulsed as if it wanted to cum fully. "Later!" Stacey slammed back against me in our mutual opposing rhythm. "This is what ... I ... want ... right now. Come on, again! Fuckin' breed me. Oh, yeah, oh, yeah." Of course I could do her. I would make sure Stacey was fully filled and satisfied. That was all that mattered now. I felt powerful and I was going to fill her greedy guts and make her howl. Nothing else now mattered. I pounded into her and she slapped against me, driving my powerful cock in and out of her clasping rear. Her loud moaning ramped up further. She suddenly gasped and pushed against me hard, driving me deep into her body. I exhaled and momentarily released her steely cock. She snapped, "Don't let go!" I gripped again and allowed her juice to lube the wonderful friction. I could drive her wild, too. After a few exquisite minutes of furious fucking, the lightning sensations in my body finally forced me to burst. In a series of giant glorious spasms I grunted loud, shoved deep. My senses flamed with voracious desire. My balls contracted and my body begin to shake with earthquake intensity. I began to shoot into her. My legs shook. Incredible feelings of carnal strength lanced through my spasming body. I thrust hard. Strong and weak at the same moment, I could not stifle a pleasure-filled groan as my body literally shook with each powerful blast. I felt my cock pump shot after shot of my salacious goo deep into her. Pump and pump and it was simply great! Stacey yelled in triumph, bucked back, and clutched my cock hard. I kept shoving into her, spouting cream and feeling her body swallow it all. But all too soon I weakened and slumped onto her heaving back. Warm fluid dripped down her bare thighs. I wrapped my arms around her body, one hand still holding her hardness. I hugged her and kept myself inside her body. I didn't want to let go. I did not want to pull out. We both held ourselves there in that position, both panting heavily, stunned by our own deep feelings. She said, "Wow. That was...I don't know how to describe it. Really cool. Super-blasting." She suddenly raised, pushing me off. I stood. She stepped forward. Cool air stung my dripping still-hard cock and wet thighs. She spun, smiled, knelt and fingered and licked me like an icy pole. She remembered I loved oral afters. Big dark-rimmed blue eyes looked up. "Did you like that, sir?" Completely unsure of an appropriate answer, I smiled and nodded. "Delightful." The experience had indeed been delightful, and very fun. Raw and basic and amazing. Delightful, my yearning ass. It had felt utterly fantastic, so I added, "Fantastic." "You got my itch, too. I feel much better. I think your special cream has helped. But I'm sure I'll get that itch again real soon and need more, um, soothing cream. Much more. Do you think you could give it to me again sometime?" "Of course," I said. "You've turned into one horny bastard, my dear." "Greedy bitch, you mean. And wild and wanton. I should come over." "Do you have time? Where do you work?" "Hubby and I both work at the uni." She stood up and quickly nipped a fingernail. Hubby? Stacey was married! "I... I didn't..." Shit. I hoped there wouldn't be a problem. "Does your partner know about the group? About Peter and the others?" I worried: Does he know about your feelings for me? Does my wife know? Stacey laughed. "With someone as horny as me about? What do you think? Anyway, you met him and he's fucked you, too." "Um, Frank? Isn't he your Dad?" "Shit, no. Frank's not my real dad. That's just pretend. Trevor's my hubby." Well, well, well. I remembered Trevor alright. Muscled, bald, well spoken, lively, very black. He had been fucking with my wife in secret for months before she confessed. He had fun with me at the gangbang and he enjoyed being the meat in a manwhich between Peter and myself. He seemed like a nice guy. I would certainly fuck with him again, no worries. Motion at the end of the long passage caught our attention. I caught a glimpse and my heart pounded. I froze. Medium-height but with long well-shaped legs, she wore calf-high black boots with tall thick heels, a short loose red skirt, and a low-cut dark blue workout crop top that left her flat stomach bare. Unmissable cleavage. Thick crimson hair bounced just to her neck like a fiery bubble framing a grinning face. I looked...and...my wife waved at us. What was she doing here? How long had she been watching us? Bright red hair now, she looked positively flaming hot. For some odd reason I felt guilty. I turned away and quickly pulled up my jeans. Arms and legs akimbo like a half-naked superhero, skirt hiked high, hard cock pointed defiantly up at my wife, Stacey boldly called, "Hey, lady! Did you enjoy watching us fuck?" Shaking, I turned back. A smirking Kelly looked about then slipped up her shirt to reveal a nice semi-hard dick. She tugged on it a few times, lifted a thumb in approval, whipped her skirt back down and scuttled away. Why the fuck was I trembling? "She's really cool, and, man, can she fuck!" Grinning Stacey smoothed her uniform. Her voice deepened slightly. "Catch ya later, mate!" She patted me on the shoulder and ran off like a breeze, leaving me thoroughly gob-smacked. I slunk back to the kiosk. I purchased two beers then plodded back up the cement steps. When I returned to Peter's private box, I found someone half naked and bent over his lap. I saw the tall black boot, the bare leg straddling the bench, the short red skirt bunched up showing nice rump curve, the thick bright red hair swaying as she enthusiastically mouthed and worked the older man's huge hard-on. Oh, my fucking ass, it was Kelly! I staggered to the other side of the bench and just stood there watching her lick and suck and rub my neighbor's huge erection. With his cock stuffed between her sucking cheeks, her brown eyes rose and she looked right up at my shocked face. Grinning Peter hollered, "Welcome back, slut! Your team's getting thrashed!" "So are you," I muttered. I sat next to him looking down on my almost naked wife as she vigorously worked on our neighbor while eying me at the same time. "Got waylaid," I said. She winked at me while hard sucking and licking. She was really giving it to him, worshiping and trying to literally swallow that thick meat and making damn sure I saw all of it. The exuberant way she blew him was getting to my heart in not a good way. Down, boy! "Welcome to the Club," Peter said. "How was Stacey?" "Um, very nice," was all I could mutter. "Enthusiastic." Kelly suddenly stopped. Without releasing her hold on his solid cock, she raised her head and began to laugh. "Come here," she said, "and help me out." What? Really? But I leaned down close to her face. My nervous wet tongue snaked along his cock right above her red-nails. She did the same to him at the same time. Her mouth descended on his crown for a moment then she rose, big and half naked and stunning, almost like a powerful amazon. I looked up at her upswept cock holding up the skirt, at heavy breasts, and stern face. "I know what you did this afternoon. While Trev and I were screwing, you were working outside nude and that big beauty here was stuffed up your slutty ass. You got fucked! I also enjoyed watching you just now with Stacey. I think I like watching you with someone else. I didn't expect to be turned me on so much." Her grim look bored into me. I gurgled, mumbled, shivered and sat up. Kelly suddenly burst into a fit of giggles. "I gave up on a threesome this afternoon. I asked Peter to go over and see you, Freak. My present to you." She lightly ran her fingertips along Peter's shaft then touched the tip. She bent and kissed it in an almost loving manner. He just sat there grinning at me. He grabbed her ass cheek beneath the skirt. She squealed and jumped. Kelly stood and pulled her skirt up. Her glorious cock stood tall and hard and begging. It dominated all my senses. I discovered I was breathing deeply. The Cialis was doing its job. Despite fucking Stacey not long ago, my prong snapped hard as a rock. I wasn't just turned on, I was now shaking like pink jelly from excitement. Kelly stepped over Peter's bare legs. She came before me and put both hands on my shoulders. I looked down between her boobs at the upthrust cock then up at her concerned face. She said, "I love you. Don't forget that, no matter what you see me do with anyone else or how well I respond. Remember the rule: you can't say no to me and I can't say no to you. Ever." She gave me a quick kiss and lip lick. "Here, turn around and give us your ass and dick." Despite its hammering, my heart skipped with love. I set the beers down. I looked either side to make sure of our privacy then stood before the glassless window and leaned over onto the steel rail just beneath. Anyone spying would only see me trying to get a better look at the game. Glare from bright stadium lights would mask my face anyway. I pushed my jeans down and presented my round rump to my amazing wife just like I had done for Peter and Stacey had done for me. Below me the crowd's attention was fixed on the oval, the running players and the flying football. I didn't care if anyone was looking anyway. "Fuckin' great!" Kelly yelled behind me. Peter laughed. "He's got nice round buns." "He does indeed. I am going so enjoy planting myself between those beauties. Pete, give me the lube." I heard a plastic snap, a squelchy slop, then I felt Kelly lean over my prone body. Her heavy breasts plumped against my back. I felt her Push her wonderful hard cock between the cheeks of my sizzling bum. Like Peter, she didn't mess around. If Kelly wanted to fuck, she did. Foreplay, to her, was for loving. This was fucking. She pressed the engorged tip against my anus then continued to push until her length and thickness had fully penetrated. I gasped then sighed relief as my body adjusted to her invasion. No pain this time. She felt perfect. Just the right size and depth. Right where she belonged. I clenched my internal muscles several times, hoping it would be taken as a good signal. As if they knew, the crowd cheered. I blinked and glimpsed a yellow football arc to the left toward the home team's goal. It hit the point post. The crowd groaned. So did I for a better reason. "You feel great, hun," Kelly said softly then tenderly kissed and licked the back of my neck before nibbling with her teeth. She reached around and firmly grasped my renewed hard cock almost the same way I had held Stacey's. Her hand was still covered in slippery lube. Her palm squeezed my knob in a rhythm. I grunted, "Stacey wants to come over." "That wanton wench will just have to queue up," Kelly chuckled, "or maybe she'll have to share you with me. A threesome might be nice. I know she likes you." Balls deep, hips pressed against me, Kelly suddenly grunted, "Oh!" We were viciously shoved forward. My forehead almost battered the window. I moaned and pushed back. Kelly laughed and said over her shoulder, "You are a fuckin' big boy!" Peter must have fucked into her. Of course. Peter loved threeways. I felt her shove into me as he began to shove rhythmically into her. Her cock felt like magic. My fabulous wife breathed, "Oh, this is going to be good." She leaned back over me and began to pump her steely cock into me while Peter rammed into her. The whole idea felt strange yet wonderful and perfect. I thought I heard her whisper, "I love you, Freak, more than you know." The crowd roared. ### Author's note: This is an original work of fiction. If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a hard throbbing wet response, I would positively love to hear from you! Don't be shy and don't hold back. The best compilment is to know how it affected you. 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  2. Part 4 - At the Footy With My Neighbor May 2022 by Hozzel Just before five o'clock, I fronted up and nervously knuckled Peter's front screen. I had showered, cleaned myself out thoroughly and popped a Cialis just in case. It wouldn't wear off for a couple of days. Fun, here I cum! The front door swung open. The stocky older man wore a red, yellow and blue team shirt and knee-length cargo shorts. "Exactly on time," he observed and held the screen door open. "Through here." We flew past the lounge, through a side door and into his spacious garage. I almost gasped. Sleek, black, all-electric, the car would have cost a small fortune. Peter pulled out the charging plug. The thick cable retracted to the wall. Bat-like doors swung up and we swung into luxurious leather. He pressed a button and light flooded the garage from behind as the door rolled up. Another button and the dash lit. With a happy chime, the car started almost silently. He backed out of the driveway and we were off to the footy. We chatted while he drove to the football stadium on the north edge of Flinders, light talk about the teams and a recent movie. Then suddenly, "Here, give us your dick." I looked over at him like he was crazy and had asked the most wonderful thing possible at the same time. "Come on," he ordered, "get it out." I unzipped my jeans and fished out my floppy penis. He reached over, pushed my hand clear, and took hold of it. I looked about. The car's windows were tinted fairly dark so I hoped no one would see. "You like being touched?" "Constantly," I admitted. "24/7 if I could. Can't get enough." He held my flaccid penis and began to rub the foreskin covering the tip with his thumb. "Good. We'll get along great. I like to my boys to be always ready." He pulled the foreskin back, exposing the sensitive knob and began to rub with his thumb. I cringed from little shivers racing through my body, but I smiled in appreciation and said, "Boys? I'm nearly fifty." "And I'm old enough to be your father, and Roger and Flynn are thirty years younger than you. So what? Your attitude and enthusiasm count more than your age. Haven't you worked that out by now? No one in our group gives a rats about age." Of course Peter was right. This bear of a man had the stamina of a bull moose and sexual appetite of a randy teenager. The Cialis was already working and my prick responded, quickly becoming stout and ready and eager. In fact, it swelled thicker and harder than normal, which was absolutely fantastic. I loved being hard almost more than chocolate. Peter began to stroke and finger the length. Ah, yes, I could never get enough of being touched and fondled. I smiled and reached for his crotch. "You're right. Would you like to be sucked while you drive?" "Rain check, but thanks for the thought. Remember it." Stadium parking swarmed with cars and people but Peter refused to release my hard cock. Groups crowded around the backs of their cars, sipping champaign or sizzling snags on a small BBQ. The Aussie Rules footy match always attracted thousands. He drove right up to a more secluded area and squeezed my stiff dick a few times. "Put that away for now." The stadium swarmed with team colors: red and yellow and blue, and the gold and purple of the visiting interstate team. Peter's permanent seat turned out to be a private box area high in the members stand. The wide opening looked out over the crowd and side of the oval. He must have been a long-standing club member to have something special like this. The first bounce went to the visiting team, who fumbled the ball. Our team fast kicked to the goal square and then scored a six straight off. The game then began to flow back and forth. Peter and I yelled and screamed along with the crowd at every mark and each goal attempt, and hurled good-natured obscenities at the umpires if they made a call we didn't like. I admired the perfect muscled bodies in their loose or tight team jerseys and shorts as they ran and jumped and collided. I wondered how many of them partook in the same erotic fun as Peter and myself. I had no doubt some did. Visions swarmed in my imagination: I was pushed into the locker room and thoroughly fucked over by a randy naked group. Woo-hoo! Just after the second quarter began, the visiting team snagged a long mark then kicked a quick six, putting them ahead. Peter yelled abuse at the umpire for not catching a high tackle then he leaned against me and said, "After that unworthy goal, I need some comfort." He placed my hand on his inner thigh and slid it tight up against his crotch. I held a substantial lump. "Keep it there," he ordered. I did not think anyone else could see so I began to massage his slowly expanding bulge while also watching the game. He glanced at me and laughed, "Glad I recruited you." As long as he did not attempt to publicly embarrass me, I would happily have fun with him however he wished. A couple of fumbled handballs, a throw-in, a long unintercepted kick and I reached for Peter's zipper. Time to have some real fun. He checked his watch and said, "Go get us a couple of beers, mate." "But I'll have to move my hand and I have plans for you." I started to pull the zipper down. He laughed. "You can blow me when you get back. You're on a mission now. Get 'em at gate 4. Take your time. And if you meet anyone, do whatever they ask without question." I shook my head in disbelief and made my way behind us through a door at the back of the box. Do whatever they ask? I felt set up, but in a good way. I scuttled down the passage to the long descending stairs. When I queued at the kiosk a familiar lanky young man slid up to my side and calmly took my arm. Thick ginger hair frothed over a freckled face. Blue eyes laughed with seductive intent. "Hey, there." Stan's mischievous smile lit a happy face. He wore a blue, red and yellow uniform. He looked like a skinny high-school football player but I knew he aged twenty-something. "Hey, there, yourself. Didn't know you liked the football." I said, "I'm here with Peter. I'm on a mission for him right now." "Yes, you are, and I am your mission. You were told to do whatever I ask." I took a breath. "Well, actually I'm supposed to get..." "You were instructed to meet someone and do ask they ask. That someone is me." He grabbed my arm. "But..." "Come with me, pretty boy," Stan urged with a wry smile. "I'm asking and you have to comply." Embarrassed by other people gawking, he dragged me around the corner, along a curving wall, then deep into a long, dark alcove which lead to closed wooden cupboards beneath the stands. "Listen..." I stuttered. "I'm not sure this is a good place. We could be caught." "A most perfect place! Remember the rule: you have to do whatever I ask." "Yes, but..." "The Rule apples everywhere, not just at Pete's place." Right. Ok. Being caught was obviously insufficient reason to refuse. Besides, I had become intrigued, and my Cialis-fuelled twitching cock reminded me to take the better offer. "But ... here?" His wiry body suddenly slammed onto me again, ramming my back onto the cool brick wall. I groaned and automatically reached around his waist. He writhed in my arms like an eager cat on heat. I pulled back. "What if we're caught?" "They can join us." His close face smiled with sinful intent. "For fuck's sake, I'm old enough to be your father." I should have known better than say something that stupid after Peter's admonishment. Stan literally pouted. He took my hand and wickedly searched my face with big blue eyes. "Do you think I'm hot?" I blinked. If I refused, he might play up, might make considerable noise, would definitely report my failure to Peter. Refusal might mean expulsion from the NFC. Maybe this encounter was a weird type of test. Feeling Stan's firm body eagerly pressing against mine, squirming with sexual anticipation, I admitted, "You're smoking hot." He snickered then pushed me harder against the cool wall. I felt the tight muscles of his flat toned stomach and his stout dick. His arms circled then hugged me tight. The person in my arms and hands oozed astonishing masculine sexual desire. Perfect kryptonite. "I'll tell you a secret," he said. "I've been wanting to fuck you again since last weekend." "You could have," I suggested. I looked nervously down the dead-end passage. Anyone could walk past at any time and see me molesting the seemingly young man. Or, rather, I hoped, he molesting me. Was this his thing? Sex with older men? Did he get off on the thrill of being caught? Was public sex his passion? Did he like to be watched? I suspected Stan may be as uninhibited as they come. "Hey!" I yelped as, grinning like a Cheshire cat, he grabbed my hand and pushed it up into his blue footy shorts. My eyes widened when I felt the bare flesh of his thigh and then bare skin of his warm scrotum and semi-hard penis. "See what you've done to me? You can feel my dick is already hardening for you. That makes me very naughty, doesn't it?" Lower lip protruded. "I can't go back out there like this. You really have to help me, now." I said with my own mischievous smile, "You're a very naughty boy." "And naughty is the nicest thing, don't you agree?" Sniggering, Stan eagerly snuggled his thighs against my hand. "Feel that?" He wriggled his cock between my fingers with passionate desire. He began to rhythmically push himself in my hand. His own hands slid down my chest then further and unbuckled my belt. Breathing heavily, he zipped open my jeans then unhooked the clasp and pushed them down. Cool air sprinkled my hips. Cold brick spanked my naked rear. Impatient fingers grasped my suddenly freed throbbing erection. "Fuck..." I moaned. Ah, well, there's nothing like being sexually accosted to make one feel wanted. Stan dropped to his knees. His fingers brushed my engorged prick. He licked up and down the stem before taking the sensitive knob between his wet lips. He kissed it then opened his lips wide and obscenely coated it with hot eager breath and wide tongue. Stan viciously sucked me into his oral cave. I almost cringed from the pleasure and thrust at his face. He began to pull and suck and almost gulp me into his throat. His fingers fondled my sensitive balls. With skill he made my body jump and jerk and quiver. He knew what to do, exactly where to rub and tease, how to obtain any reaction he desired. He sucked hard and eagerly massaged my warm balls as if preparing the gooey seed inside for launch. "Oh, fuck," I moaned again, looking down at the mass of bobbing orange-red hair. He was good, very good, and in moments he had me rock hard and quivering on the edge. The pleasure became staggering. He pulled back and fluttered his tongue, causing my entire body to cringe. "Shit, you're good," escaped from my mouth. With a pop, he pulled off. "Great! Now I want to cum from you fucking me! Quick!" He stood, turned around, shoved his shorts down, exposing narrow hips and a ripe ass. He pressed his firm smooth buttocks against me. My cock slipped beneath his balls and along side his own tumescent rod. He leaned forward, pushing trim arms straight, his palms slapped flat against the opposite brick wall. "Come on, get in me." "But..." "Get your dick the fuck in me! Now!" "I don't have any lube." "Fuck me! Now!" I pulled back, pressed my sensitive knob between his cheeks and against the tight pink flower. Impatient, he suddenly thrust back. His experienced ass gobbled me whole and clamped tight. He was so slick no lube was needed. With a gasping sigh, he moaned, "Oh...yes. Way better." He pushed back forcing me deeper. "You feel really good and you are so fuckin' hard! Okay, now, fuck me!" Last week, Stan had enthusiastically topped me at the neighborhood gangbang, but now he seemed to have become an aggressive bottom. Definitely a great big lump of green glowing kryptonite. "Haven't you been fucked today already?" I ventured. "Only once," he huffed as he began to move on me. I squeezed his tight round buns and pushed and pulled, matching each of his savage backthrusts. Immediately his breathing quickened to little grunts in time to playful spasms that rippled along my straining cock. I reached around and felt his own solid pole. I began to jerk it while he moved against me. "Don't take all day! Come on, fuck me harder!" He slammed back against me, over and over, in complete control of the fuck. My butt battered the hard wall. I stood still, took it, and watched his tight bum as he fucked himself on me. The slick sensations further hardened my prong. When I began to move again, to return his thrusts with my own gentle pushes, he picked up speed. "Harder! Oh, fuck. Oh, yes. I love that! Won't be long. Oh, shit, yes. Oh ... fuck. This is great. You feel ... amazing! Your slutty cock is wonderful! So hard and long, I can feel it going deep. Oh, yes. That's it. Fuck my hole! Smash me! Fuck me harder! Use your hand, too. That's right. You're hitting the right spot in there. I'm... I'm going to..." His hands jumped and slapped the brick wall. He silenced his litany and concentrated on the delicious feelings. I felt his body shake in a fluidless prostate orgasm, an amazing type of orgasm I knew so well myself. I felt his tight anus firmly grab as if it did not want to ever let me go. I held on while he quivered and moaned. The moment he eased, he resumed twerking against me, forcing my cock to slide in ecstasy. "Fuck, yes! That's it! Hard! Fuck me hard! Smash me! Smash me! Oh, fuck! Keep going! Make me cum again so fucking massive!" Now caught in the sticky web of erotic sensations, oblivious to my surroundings, I grabbed his trim hips and pummeled. My hips slapped his rump as I forcefully fucked. My cock speared relentlessly. Strong sensations zapped through my entire switched-on body. Tingling pleasure quickly built in my swinging balls. I fucked hard, returning each of his solid backthrusts. When I dug my fingers into hispliant buttocks, Stan suddenly shoved back hard and yelled loud. His powerful internal muscles and stomach clenched. His back arched. I felt his next noisy orgasm take control of his entire beautiful body. In my fist I felt his cock spasm, felt him shoot, felt sticky fluid between my rubbing fingers, felt a few more shots. I thought I was good with prostate mini-orgasms but Stan was clearly the supreme master. The crowd roared almost as if cheering us on. "Don't stop!" he panted and pressed against me. His inner muscles danced around my cock. "Again!" Oh, yes, I knew he could, too. I slipped my free hand up his body and rammed back into him. "Ug! Fuck! Do it! Do it!" On and on I pounded, thrusting as fast as I could, slapping my hips against his shaking buttocks as I rammed my steel rod deep. I felt as if I was punishing the naughty man with my stiff cock alone but I knew this was exactly what he wanted. On and on I fucked, all the while feeling his body shake. On and on I rammed my electric cock in and out. I relished the fuck. I grunted with each savage push. I was there with him and he was here with me. "Fuck ... yes!" he yelled. "Oh, fuck! Keep going!" The crowd roared again as if they knew. I shuddered, slowed, and began to pull away, but he shouted, "I'm not finished!" He pushed back, slamming my rear and back against the wall, spurring me to continue. "More?" I gasped and shoved back. "Really?" He literally growled. I felt him clamp, felt the pressure of his firm anal walls slide along my juiced cock, felt his body shake with uncontrolled lust. His tempo and loud moaning increased again. He bucked back on me. His fingers dug into the brick wall. He and I fucked ecstatically, blissfully unaffected by the hollering crowd noise. All that mattered was our fucking. I pounded my cock deep into him and he pushed hard against me. Time contracted and flowed within extraordinary crazy bliss. "More," he panted and continued to move on me. "Don't you want to fuck me?" My eager anus tingled at the thought. His cock in my hand pulsed as if it wanted to cum again. "Later!" Stan slammed back against me in our mutual opposing rhythm. "This is what ... I ... want ... right now. Come on, again! Fuckin' breed me. Oh, yeah, oh, yeah." Of course I could do him. I would make sure Stan was fully filled and satisfied. That was all that mattered now. I felt powerful. I had taken control. Nothing else now mattered except powerfully filling his guts with my potent hot seed and making him howl. I pounded into him and he slapped against me, driving my powerful cock in and out of his clasping rear. His loud moaning ramped up further. He suddenly gasped and pushed against me hard, driving me deep into his body. I exhaled and momentarily released his steely cock. He snapped, "Don't let go!" I gripped again and allowed his juice to lube the wonderful friction as I concentrated on his ultra-sensitive knob. I could drive him wild, too. After a few exquisite minutes of furious fucking, the lightning sensations in my body finally forced me to burst. In a series of giant glorious spasms I grunted loud and shoved deep. My senses flamed with voracious desire. My balls contracted and my body begin to shake with earthquake intensity. I began to shoot into him. My legs shook. Incredible feelings of carnal strength lanced through my spasming body. I thrust hard. Strong and weak at the same moment, I could not stifle a pleasure-filled groan. I felt my cock pump powerful shot after shot of my salacious goo deep into him. Stan yelled in triumph, bucked back, and clutched my cock hard. I kept shoving into him, spouting cream and feeling his tight anus swallow it all. But all too soon I weakened and slumped onto his heaving back. Warm fluid dripped down his bare thighs. I wrapped my arms around his body, one hand still holding his lovely hardness. I hugged him and kept myself inside his body. I didn't want to let go. I did not want to pull out. We both held ourselves in that position, both panting heavily, stunned by our own deep feelings. He said, "Wow. That was...I don't know how to describe it. Really cool. Super-blasting." He suddenly raised, pushing me off. I stood. He stepped forward. Cool air stung my dripping still-hard cock. He spun, smiled, knelt and fingered and licked me like an icy pole. He remembered I loved oral afters. Big blue eyes looked up. "Did you like that?" Completely unsure of an appropriate answer, I smiled and nodded. "Delightful." The experience had indeed been delightful, and very fun. Raw and basic and amazing. Delightful, my yearning ass. It had felt utterly fantastic, so I added, "Fantastic. I love your ... eagerness." "Greed, you mean. I am wild and wanton. I should come over some night." "Do you have time? Where do you work?" "Hubby and I both work at the uni." He stood up. Hubby? Stan was married! "What do you do there?" "Physics. Cosmology. I'm trying to disprove the big bang theory and replace it with a pulsating model. It isn't a new idea but I have a new angle on it. The Universe began all spread out but turbulence caused it to swirl and collapse into a black hole as if it was being deep throated. Then it burst like a flaming orgasm. Spewed everything everywhere. It'll eventually collapse and repeat it all again. I think there's a lot more mass and energy than even dark matter accounts. Anti-matter plays a big role. Very mathy." "So we're all made out of universal jizz. One big ejaculation?" I joked. Stan laughed. Lovely dimples sprouted. "Multiple shots," he said seriously. "Matter, anti-matter, dark matter, other types of matter and energy we haven't even fathomed. The works. Blame Peter. He started me on it." "He did?" "Don't you know who Peter is?" I shook my head. Just my retired neighbor I thought. "Dr Peter Hudson. Former head of the physics department when he retired a few years ago. Astrophysicist. You didn't know?" Stan's fingers gently slid down my cheek. I shook my head again. The amazing things one does not know about one's neighbors. Retired scientist and neighborhood sex fiend. "When I come over I'll want to go at it for a long time. You might not get much rest or sleep. So far you've only seen a taste of what I like to do. Think you could handle that?" "You know I can. Does your husband know about the group? About Peter and the others?" I worried: Does he know about your feelings for me? Stan laughed. "With someone as horny as me about? What do you think? Anyway, you met him and he's fucked you, too." "Um, Frank?" "Shit, no. He pretends to be my old man but he isn't. Trevor's my hubby." I remembered Trevor alright. Muscled, bald, well spoken, lively, very black. He had fun with me at the gangbang and he enjoyed being the meat in a manwhich between Peter and myself. He seemed like a nice guy. I would certainly fuck with him again, no worries. A little fantasy of myself, Trevor and Stan in a fun intimate threesome played quickly through my turbulent imagination. "Maybe he could come over, too," I suggested. "Great idea. Get him in the middle or double fuck him. He'll like that." Motion at the end of the long passage caught our attention. My heart pounded. I froze. An older man with long brown and grey hair and a team scarf stared, mouth open. His fingers flexed over and over. The severe tent in his pants and his lecherous grin spoke volumes. I had no idea how long he had been watching us. Embarrassment and guilt exploded. I turned away and quickly pulled up my jeans. Arms and legs akimbo like a half-naked superhero, hard cock aggressively pointed up, Stan boldly called, "Did you enjoy watching us fuck?" Smirking, the man lifted his thumb in approval. Stan shouted, "Then let's see it!" The man looked about, took one step into the alley and, right before us, pulled out a stiff long dick and began to wank. "Go for it! Go for it!" Jerking furiously, cheered on by Stan's unexpected loud hoots and hollers and claps and lewd comments and his own frigging, in less than a minute the man thrust his hips forward and shot white gooey ropes...and shot and...would he ever stop? After what seemed like an amazing number of shots he finally ceased and grinned. Stan shouted and clapped, "Way to fucking go, mate!" The man gave another thumbs up and scuttled away. I trembled bad. "That was way cool! Catch ya later, mate!" Stan patted me on the shoulder and ran off like a breeze, leaving me thoroughly gob-smacked. I slunk back to the kiosk. I purchased two beers then plodded back up the cement steps. When I returned to Peter's private box, I found a half naked man bent over his lap. I saw the dark bare leg straddling the bench, a nice tight rump curve, muscles working as he enthusiastically mouthed and hand-worked the older man's huge hard-on. I stumbled to the other side of the bench and just stood there watching Trevor lick and suck and rub my neighbor's huge erection. Trev's blue eyes rose and looked right up at my shocked face. Grinning Peter hollered, "Welcome back, slutman! Our team's getting thrashed!" "So are you," I muttered. I sat next to him looking down on Trevor as he vigorously worked on my neighbor while eying me at the same time. "Got waylaid," I said. He winked at me while hard sucking and licking. He was really giving it to Peter, worshiping and trying to literally swallow that thick meat and making damn sure I saw all of it. "Welcome to the club," Peter said. Trevor suddenly stopped. Without releasing his hold, he raised his head and began a deep throaty laugh. "Come here, mate," he said, "and help me out." I did not have to be asked twice. I leaned down close to his face. My wet tongue snaked along Peter's hard cock right above Trevor's nails. He did the same to Peter at the same time. His mouth descended on the crown for a moment then he rose. I looked up at his upswept cock. I lunged and sucked it in as if starved. Cialis was doing its job, too. Despite cumming into Stan not long ago, my prong snapped hard as a rock. I wasn't just turned on, I was now shaking like pink jelly from excitement as I licked and sucked. He pushed my head away and stepped over Peter's bare legs. He came before me and put both hands on my shoulders. I looked down at the upthrust cock pointed at my face. "I want to fuck you." I knew the rule. I could never refuse his request, nor Peter's, nor any other member. "Here, turn around and give us your ass." Despite its hammering, my heart skipped. Asking for my dick or ass was a kryptonite phrase. I set the beers down. I looked either side to make sure of our privacy then stood before the glassless window and leaned over onto the steel rail just beneath. Anyone spying would only see me trying to get a better look at the game. Glare from bright stadium lights would mask my face anyway. I pushed my jeans down and presented my round rump to Trevor just like he had done for me. Below me the crowd's attention was fixed on the oval, the running players and the flying football. I didn't care if anyone was looking anyway. "Fuckin' great!" Trev yelled behind me. Peter laughed. "He's got nice round buns." "I am going enjoy planting myself between those beauties again. By the way, how did you enjoy my partner?" I swallowed, unsure what to say. "He was...enthusiastic." "Of course he is!" I felt him step up behind, grasp my hips, and push his wonderful hard cock between the cheeks of my sizzling bum. "He has the hots for you, don't you know that?" Like Peter, Trevor didn't mess around. If he wanted to fuck, he did. He pressed the engorged tip against my anus then continued to push until he popped in. He pushed until his length and thickness had fully penetrated. I gasped then sighed relief as I adjusted to his invasion. He felt good, just the right size and depth. I clenched my internal muscles several times, hoping it would be taken as a good signal. As if they knew, the crowd cheered. I blinked and glimpsed a yellow football arc to the left toward the home team's goal. It hit the point post. The crowd groaned. So did I for a better reason. "Give me a squirt of lube," I heard Trevor say to Peter then to me, "I hope you fucked him real well." A plastic snap, a small squelch then Trevor reached around and firmly grasped my renewed hard cock. His hand was covered in slippery lube. His palm squeezed my knob and began to slip. Balls deep, hips pressed against me, he suddenly grunted, "Oh!" We were viciously shoved forward. My forehead almost battered the window. I moaned and pushed back. Trevor laughed and I heard him say, "You are a fuckin' big boy!" Peter must have fucked into him. Of course. Peter and Trevor loved threeways. I loved them, too. The crowd roared. "Right, let's do it!" And we did. ### Author's note: This is an original work of fiction. Thank you very much for reading. Did it turn you on? Did it get you there? Where should this story go? Messages and emails always welcome. Don't be shy and don't hold back! Hoo Roo!
  3. Part 3 - In My Back Yard With My Neighbor by Hozzel The bright afternoon sun blazed unusually warm for autumn. My naked body perspired from the sensual heat while I fed small branches and twigs to the noisy chipping machine. I was not concerned at being seen. High steel fences and thick shrubbery hid my secluded property from neighborly visual intrusion. The small gum-tree forest at the back corner of my acre block was as private as one could get and still be surrounded by a sea of houses. As I shoved scratchy twigs and branches into the hungry maw of the noisy machine, a sensual thrill pervaded my lewd mind. Last weekend's gangbang and a visit one evening by Flynn and Roger had fueled my desire. All I could think about was more raw sex. Maybe if I went over... Concentrate on the job, Ben! Get your mind out of the gutter! Why? I roughly shoved a thick fallen branch into the muncher's ever-hungry maw. The shaking machine growled as it chewed the branch and spat shards out its narrow anus into the black catch bag. The gutter was a most excellent place to dwell. I liked my mind there. My body liked it, too. My cock celebrated my prurient thoughts and began to swell. It wanted to play. Well, why not? No one would see, no one would hear. "Hey there, Ben!" Shit! I jerked upright. My hands automatically crossed over my exposed semi-hard dick. But I knew that gravely voice and relaxed. The burly man had not only seen it all but also made good use of it. Grinning, my naughty neighbor strode into the small gum-tree forest. Aged late sixties, a heavy-set retired bald university professor with a long gray beard, Peter sported the only uniform I had ever seen him wear: a white singlet. Thick penis in hand, he ambled up and friendly-slapped my bare rump. "Saw you over the fence. I like your look, Ben, all sweaty and nude and worked up. Shows your muscles and your nice cock. A most excellent way to work in the back yard! Made me feel like a root. How about it?" I watched Peter work the thick foreskin back and forth over his swelling purple knob. My loins stirred. My own cock throbbed as it stiffened further. Without a word I took off the leather garden gloves, eagerly dropped - my knees scraped on fallen bark - grasped his thick base, and pulled that big beautiful mushroom tip toward my gaping, wanton, eager mouth. Even without the sex club's "can't say no" rule, I would not refuse! "Don't bother," Peter ordered. "Let's have your slutty ass." "It's yours." I stood and took a step toward the house. "Here," he said. Impatient, he twirled his thick finger. "Outside?" "Right here." "Okay. Whatever you want." Chuckling, I spun around and took a deep breath. Keeping the growling cruncher switched on to cover any ecstatic screams I might holler, I spread my legs, grasped the noisy machine for support, steadied myself, and waited. I felt Peter's thick fingers grab my hips then that big tip push between my tight ass cheeks. He hesitated against my well-trained anus. "Ready?" "Sock it to me." "Aright, then. Here comes!" I gasped when, with one powerful thrust, he grunt-plunged his wonderful cock into my yearning hole. I couldn't help blurting, "Oh, fuck!" A second grunting shove and I thought he was buried to the hilt. No slow entry, no allowing me to get use to it, just wham and in! I cried out again and exhaled from the sudden pressure and the pain of being fiercely stretched open by his thick slug. Fuck, he felt huge! And, fuck, it felt great! And, well, fuck! That's what I was going to do. Use the word properly, Ben. I panted hard, gripped the growling electric machine as my ass gripped his cock just as tight. Holding my rump, Peter slowly pulled that monster back then pushed in fast, slow back then plunge in. With each strong stroke his speed grew faster and faster. My passage seemed to self-lubricate. The pain quickly vanished, replaced by mounting smiling pleasure. His fingers dug into my hips while he literally slid me on his big dong and began to thrust at the same time. "Come on, fuck me harder!" I yelled in encouragement. He grunted and began to slam into me. I yelped each time he plunged and I laughed from the monstrous physical joy. As he banged me over and over. The rough stimulation on my sensitive prostate caused me to shudder. Wonderful! Fucking beneath the warm sun, out in the open air, felt amazing and free. The breeze played scintillating tunes on my sensitive naked body. His cock drove so deep I could almost feel it hitting something inside. Thrust after thrust, bang after savage bang, I let the beautiful sensations inside my yielding body build and build, second after second, minute after minute. I could feel his invading cock slide inside and his hips and balls smack my rear. Bang after bang he pumped into me, driving for his pleasure and release, oblivious to my own rising passion. I couldn't help my open-mouthed smile. The passionate friction began to drive me crazy. "Oh, fuck!" I blurted. "I'm gonna... I'm..." Suddenly, a series of shuddering small internal prostate orgasms cascaded through my nerves. My entire body quivered as it sang in minor assgasm. "You're quick! If I'd known you were this easy I would've been over here sooner." "You could've," I huffed as I recovered and pushed myself back on his fleshy spear. "Oof! Fuck, that feels good!" "You like being made to cum like this?" "Thrive on it." "Keep going?" "Oh, yeah. More. More." Peter kept ferociously fucking me under the warm sun, and within a minute, forced me to endure another mini climax. I held and concentrated on the electricity zapping through my stimulated nerves. The intensity swelled and I yelled uncontrollably. I relished these exquisite assgasms, possibly even more intense than a full blast. Best of all, I can have a string of them, one after another after another, with little downtime between. Peter knew this and clearly worked my body like a master cocksman. Even when he knew I came, he continued to bore into me, on and on, thrust after thrust, playing me like an orgasmic instrument, never allowing me to recover or even breath but forcing me onto the next, higher note. He powered me through a third tune and did not let up. After the fourth, the brilliant lightning sensations became almost too much. I yelled, "Are you ever going to cum?" "Almost there" he shouted and shoved hard in emphasis. I gripped the cruncher tighter to avoid it tipping over. It growled at me. He pounded even faster into me, causing me to shudder and shake and even moan loudly. On and on without mercy, now without heed to my feelings. He rammed his big cock into my submissive shivering body. He used it to take charge of my mind and soul and to strive for his own tumultuous release. Like an overstimulated lover, I endured the intense sensations his fierce fucking raised. Wham and wham and wham and wham wham wham! Cringe and cringe and more. I somehow made it through the overwhelming pleasure of the fifth assgasm. But I knew I couldn't take much more. As I was screaming and shaking and just about to leap away, Peter suddenly shoved hard! He shouted. His pounding cock swelled. I clenched on him. He exploded. His cock blasted his thick goo into my welcoming body. Each powerful pulse ravaged my senses. His explosions caused me to burst, too. I could not help but yell loud along with him. The two of us were caught in a swell of orgasmic waves that crashed and roiled and dominated. I clenched harder on his cock as my entire body spasmed with bursting nova pleasure. Hands free, my super-hard cock shot stream after wonderful stream while his love cannon shot volley after volley of his thick pasty mangoo into me. We pulsed and spasmed together in mutual raw animal growling bliss. I loved that amazing feeling. I loved being taken. I loved feeling a man's cock slide in and out of my ass as he worked to shoot his load. I loved feeling him pulse as he shot his batter into me. And I positively thrived on being forced to cum! The entire neighborhood's men could have me any time. I'm right here boys! I thought as my cock and balls pulsed their last dribbles. If this is what it is like to be a slut, then proud slut I would be. Panting, my bobbing head hung between my straight arms. "That's ... wow ... fuckin' strong." "I like that you came, too. You make a good slut. Pretty tight fuck, too. Couldn't hold back for long." Not long? The sun had shifted enough to let me know it had been much longer than ten minutes, maybe twenty at least. I switched off the chipper and laughed. "Slut, huh." He slipped out. I spun around, dropped and spent another minute licking and sucking and cleaning while our cocks slowly slumped. When I stood, he grasped my semi-hard prick and, with an almost evil snicker, began to jerk rapidly like he wanted it full hard again. Sometimes Peter liked to top from the bottom. He said, "Thought you might have been over by now for a root with me and the boys." "Thought about it," I said. "A lot. They came over here last Wednesday." "So that's where they went! Should have guessed." "But I can just come over any time I want it?" "Of course. That's what the rule is all about. Keeps us all horny all the time." I laughed. "What grade slut?" He said, "C minus grade so far. Barely above a D." "Just average? How do I get an A?" "Long ways to go before you get top score, slut. Want more?" He wanked faster. "Seconds are always appreciated," I smiled and allowed him to do whatever he wanted. "If I'm real nice to the teacher, maybe it'll up my score." He laughed and leaned over as if he was going to suck me but he stopped, released me and tipped his gray bearded head in thought. Disappointed, I said hopefully, "Is the group getting together tonight?" "Not tonight, mate." He looked at me oddly then laughed. His thumb slipped along the side of his dick then he held the shrinking but still large knob. "Want another round with sex-mad Stan, huh?" Embarrassed, I nodded. "Trevor, too," I said in a vain attempt to be fair. "And Frank. And anyone else I haven't met yet." An odd look flashed his face. Lines at the edge of his eyes deepened. His thumb traced little circles on the purple crown. He snorted, let go of himself and stroked his beard. I followed him out of my little forest. "How about going to the footy tonight? I have permanent seats." "Sure," I said. I hadn't been to the football in years. Might be fun. "Come over around five. I'll arrange your ticket and maybe we'll do something special while we're there." "Sounds good. How much?" "My shout." Peter headed around the rain tank and garage to the long entrance lane between our properties. "We should put a gate here," he chuckled. "Be easier to come over. Don't be late, slutman." Something special, huh? I vamped visions of rampant sex in the stands while the crowd cheered. My smutty mind churned the possibilities. ### A/N: Thanks to all of you who have liked these stories so far. The best compliment is to let me know if it turned you on, if it caused a hard throbbing response, especially if it made you shoot. Post, PM or email is fine. Definitely more to cum soon...
  4. "First I'll just make sure you're ready for me." Stan crawled onto the bed, leaned down and sucked my dick into his impatient mouth. My fists slammed down onto the mattress as his head bobbed and he licked and sucked me. He even swalled my cock. I felt his throat constrict as he tried to gulp it down. I became harder than a rock and wondered how he could do this. Oh, fucking oath, this was truly amazing! No one had ever given me head this good, not even my nasty-minded fuckbud, Kev, before he moved to the U.K. But instead of finishing me off, Stan sat up and gazed down at my smiling face. "Okay, boy, time for the real thing. You're in for a treat." It felt strange being called a boy. Here I was, nearly fifty, and this young man - maybe half my age - was treating me as if I were a teenager. Strange, but somehow delightful. Apparently age didn't mean a thing to these men. Apparently it didn't mean a thing to me, either. I held my arms out and spread my legs. Before my delighted face stood his very beautiful, very hard, very ready penis. A brilliant cock supported by two large tight testicles. It stood up for me as if begging. I looked up along his wiry body and he smirked. "I get horny as a raging goat," he said. "And like the goat, once I get going I can't stop." Stan pushed me onto my back and crawled over my body. He parted my legs with his, dropped his hips and pressed that amazing cock against me. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and thrusting rear. In seconds he had fully embedded himself. His cock fit just right: not too big, not too small. On my back the penetration felt even more thrilling, more erotic, more passionate. In moments I felt him hit the right spot. He stopped pushing and lay down on my body. His smirking face stared down at my astonishment. His breath warmed my noise mouth, chin. His finger tapped my lips then his. "How's that feel?" My hands slid down his smooth back. "Terrific." I gripped his rump in eager anticipation and held my knees tight against his waist. "Of course I do! Here we go." I felt him begin to move. Out then in, out then in, slowly at first then faster and faster until he was literally pummelling my body. Laughing, he held himself up with his arms and fucked even harder. I held my hands onto his tight butt as he machine-gunned me then slowed and fucked me with wave-like motions. He drew out the fucking. The raw sexual sensations became even more thrilling. It wasn't just his hard penis rubbing inside my body, it was not just the weight of his body on mine, it was his enthusiasm, neigh his tumultuous exuberance, as he drove himself into me. He seemed even more keen than Frank or Trevor, at least as much as Peter had been when I arrived. Stan's sexual desire swept through my soul, coloring me red with raw passion, and blue with firey lust. It didn't take long, maybe only a few minutes, but it felt almost like forever. When it happened his eyes widened, he yelled loudly, "Fuck, I'm filling you!" I felt his magic cock throb and throb and throb. I couldn't feel his warm jizz but he must have added quite a bit. Grinning in joy, he resumed shoving. "Feels fucking great. Going to do it again." He stayed amazingly hard and continued to use my body for his enormous pleasure. It was as if the strong orgasm had not diminished his desire but instead renewed and increased it. This time his thrusts became stronger, more powerful, insistent, demanding. His hard cock felt almost like a steel rod savaging my guts. I lay beneath his undulating body and basked at my great fortune. He continued to fuck me, on and on, until he came very loudly a second time. I held him tight and moaned my own pleasure. Then he withdrew and squatted. His cock still pointed up. He regarded me with a tipped head. He leaned forward. His hand lightly slipped up and down my own stiff, aching shaft. I shuddered. "I could keep going but I think you need something. I want to give it to you." I would have been happy if this young man wanted to keep doing me but instead he straddled my hips and carefully lowered his thin hot wiry body. There was no resistance. It felt as if my aching cock sunk deep. Eyes closed in rapture, he then rose and fell at his own pace. I watched his face twist as his pleasure and speed mounted. When I tried to move my hips, he mashed down on me and shook his head. "I've got you ... fucking the right ... spot. Hold still!" I knew that smooth walnut-sized spot so well myself and I knew what I could accomplish, so I worked myself against him, reeling my knob rub and stimulate and cause this beautiful young man to shudder. Five minutes later, panting heavily, he lay full on my body, grabbed my arms and rolled us until I was on top. His legs tightened together, capturing my prong tighter inside his demanding arse. He shoved up, encouraging me to fuck. My legs outside his, I held his bony body and shoved myself hard and deep, over and over and over, minute after minute, until I felt that wonderful tingling in my legs then balls then dick. I began with regular "Ug...ug...ug..." and rose volume and savagery. Just as I was about to scream and cum, he cried, "Wait!" He pushed me off and scampered off the bed, "What the fuck!" I snapped. My open palms cut the air. "I was fucking close!" He hopped up on the edge of the solid pool table. With a wicked smile he crooked his finger at me and parted his legs wide. His amazing cock remained standing and wanting. I crawled off the bed and stood before him. I didn't know whether to back up to him or push at him. He reached, grabbed my dick, and roughly pulled me against the edge of table. He levered my hard knob beneath his balls, reached around and pulled at my arse. He scooted forward and I pushed until I was once again engulfed in warm, tight heaven. He held my body and began to move and pant immediately. "You're hitting the right spot," he said. His legs rose and encircled my waist, his heels pressed my rear, tugging me deep. Then he slowly lay back onto the table. His arms flailed and balls clicked, snapped and rolled. One thunked into a pocket. "Come on. Do me. I need it. Spunk me! Shoot me!" I leaned down and tongue-flicked an erect nipple. He squirmed and began to hunch me. He smacked his palms against my head and glared up at me. Through gritted teeth, he hissed, "Come on! Fuck that load into me!" I pushed hard. I rooted fiercely. I jammed as deep into him as I could, almost at machine-gun pace. My breaths deepened. I grunted heavily and loud. I was incredibly turned on. On and on I fucked him. I went at it for minute after minute while he twisted and moaned. Soon that fabulous electric feeling shot through my body, from my groin down my legs and across my back and out through my arms. I began to yell very loud to enhance the erotic feelings. Just as I began to pulse I felt Stan's entire body tense and his wonderful cock, wedged between our heaving stomachs, spurt again, showering us with sticky magic. He squirmed, yelled something himself, gritted his teeth and continued to fuck me with increased savage power. "Give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me!" That was it. My body tensed, electrified further, and I let loose with a blood-curdling banshee scream. I pushed very hard, jammed myself into him as far as I could and blasted another fierce volley. I screamed so loud they could have heard me in the space station. My triumphant cock blasted like a nuclear pulse rocket, bang and bang and bang. Uncontrollable powerful spasms ruled the universe. Stan grabbed my head, pressed his lips on mine and thrust his tongue deep. His entire youthful body writhed as he took in shot after shot of my horny juice. I could feel his cock and anus respond and pulse, too, adding more glue to our wanton union. When he let go, I pushed up and began to laugh. He laughed, too. He said, "Wow, I really felt that. Fuckin' good. How ya doing?" "Pretty damn good," I puffed. "You came and you're still hard." "Sure am." "Can you can stay like this and keep going?" "I don't go down until I decide. I can cum, keep going, and cum again. Each time just pushes me onto the next. I can do it for hours and cum over and over. Freaks some men out." "I'm good with that. Think you're amazing." "You like this type of sex? Raw and basic?" "Yeah," I nodded. "Always dreamed about it. Didn't know it was real. Love it, mate." "Dinkum?" "True blue." "Krikey." We stopped moving our bodies and laughed together at the stupid comments. He slapped my arm. "I could keep doing this all night but you look exhausted. You certainly came hard and long. It felt fuckin' great, let me tell you. I loved it." I pushed up and off and pulled out. He sat up, laughed, and flicked my wet bouncing cock with his middle finger. "Cool. Oops, don't want to mess the felt." He spritely hopped off the table, bent and began to suck and lick my surprised cock. "I love afters." "Me, too," I said thankfully. Peter was standing in the doorway with a beer in hand. He must have been watching us. Stan sprang up and hopped over to him. "Hey, there." The much younger man sidled up against the burly bearded man who still wore only a singlet. They were maybe forty years or so different in age but it did not matter at all. His hand fondled Peter's soft penis. "You wanna fuck?" "House rule, huh. You haven't had enough?" "Only getting started. How about an all-nighter?" Peter motioned to me. "Ben, get yourself cleaned up and mosey on home. We'll catch up again soon." I made my naked way back to the entrance hall, found my clothes near the front door, cleaned in the guest bathroom and dressed. I heard giggling noises and laughter and rhythmic creaking from one of the doorless bedrooms. As I tiptoed through the family room, I suddenly heard a loud orgasmic shout and, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Through the doorway, I grinned at them, nodded enviously and waved. I knew I could have joined them – house rule – but instead I left them to it. Didn't want to seem too need. "See ya later," I called. "Thanks. Thanks a lot." Just thanks didn't seem enough. "Fuck you during the week, slutman," I heard before the bed began to squeak again. My legs trembled as I staggered through the cool ghostly night back to my home. I felt weak but my heart continued to beat strongly. And my empty anus, well, I needed another throbbing cock back up there as soon as I could arrange it. I knew I would crave that full feeling forevermore and I felt as if I might be able to have it far more often than I ever dreamed possible. My street neighbors had turned out to be an interesting lot, maybe even the best of mates in time. My needs were heightened. Now that I had become a member of the NFC, perhaps I would not have to wait long before I was filled again. ### A/N: This is a complete rewrite of an earlier work of original fiction. The characters are all invented but the story stems from a real experience related to me many years ago by an online friend in Sydney. He loved being restrained and fucked for an hour solid by his top buddy and his buddy's three mates. He and I used to exchange hot emails, and had a great deal of fun describing what we would do to each other and how good we would make the other feel and how he had felt wanking off at some of my stories. Sadly, he passed away before we could meet. I miss those scalding emails. If you liked this story, the best compliment is to let me know how it affected you. Turned on? Hard? Shot? PM and emails welcome, especially those naughty ones. 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  5. Fuck! Embarrassment flashed through me, but there was nothing I could do. I was face-down on a big bed with a heavy man shamelessly ploughing his cock into my naked body while I had a sequence of arsegasms. Without slowing, Peter said, "This is our new fucktoy. Name's Ben, but I call him slutman or just slut. Lives next door. We get to bang him tonight." "Cool. I see you've already started doing that. But where are Flynn and Roger? I was looking forward to Roger's tight lovely arse tonight." Peter continued to thrust and said, "They're out with a mate. Where is the rest of the group?" He now pounded into me with increased force. "Kurt's out with his new boyfriend. Not sure about the others. I think it's just us tonight." A medium size bald man with skin the hue of night hovered at the edge of the bed. "Hey, Ben," he smiled. He was already unbuttoning his black shirt. "See you already started without us." My arse was full of Peter's cock, and my body refused to rest, so I just grunted and came again despite the turgid embarrassment. Without stopping Peter said, "Ben, this is Trevor. That's Frank and that one over there is Stan." "Hey," Stan gestured. Tall, thin, ginger hair, much younger than the other two middle-age men. He was undressing, too. I managed to croak, "Hey. Nice ... uff! ... to meet you." I swallowed embarrassment. Here I was, naked, on my stomach on a huge bed, hard as a rock, being fucked in my arse by another man in front of strangers, and I was cumming when they arrived. Could this get any weirder and better? Screw the embarrassment. I was here to be fucked and I was going to do that, hopefully with every one of these beautiful men. Peter suddenly stopped, lifted off my back and pulled out. I released a huge breath, levered myself up onto my hands and knees, turned around and nodded at everyone. A meek, "Hi" squeaked from my dry lips. Tongue licked then licked seductively. I was still huffing and I could feel a strange emptiness in my rear. Despite my shyness, I refused to hide myself. Instead, I allowed my prick to stand and be viewed, which I noticed Frank certainly did. Medium height and age, Trevor's hairless body sported muscles from obvious workouts. He took his small cock in his hand and began to jerk. Shorter Frank, maybe around my age, excitedly hopped from foot to foot as he stripped. Stan, curly ginger hair, seemingly friendly, stood naked and already as tumescent as myself. He had a nice smooth prick that pointed up when ready. He slowly worked the foreskin. I couldn't wait to taste it, to feel it, to have it blasting into me. Peter casually walked over to the side of the couch and said, "Ben, here, is our fucktoy for the night. He loves taking it, don't you?" Frank said, "Can't wait, man." His eyes were fixed on me. "Bet you can't, man," Trevor laughed. I watched his deep brown penis quickly inflate from small to large, an amazing transformation. I caught my mouth open. Now he was more than big enough. Now he throbbed ready and able. My mouth watered. Frank continued to stare at my wilting penis and literally licked his lips. Stan said, "He looks good enough to fuck tonight." He sat on the couch and, without hesitating, automatically reached for Peter's penis as if fondling it was a long-established habit. Trevor stepped up to the side of the bed and presented himself to my flushed face. "Come on, boy, let's see how good you suck cock." I took hold and pulled it into my eager mouth. "Woa!" Trevor said. "He's starved for it." "Yah," Peter said, "he tends to get right into it." I first licked the length then used my tongue to roll back his foreskin. As I sucked the swelling crown, he shoved and knocked the back of my mouth, causing me to almost gag. I pulled back, and swirled my tongue on the tip causing him to mildly shake. "Can't wait!" Frank said again. "Here, mate, give us your dick." Frank hopped over. Trevor took Frank's excited penis into his hand. This was as weird and thrilling combination I had ever experienced. Two other men with me and more in the wings. I continued to suck and lick and fondle Trevor while he jerked Frank. "Can't wait!" Now semi-hard, Frank suddenly bellowed again. He jumped onto the bed, scooted behind me, and roughly pulled at my hips. Somehow I managed to keep Trevor's hard dick in my working mouth while Frank eagerly probed my butt. "Got it!" he shouted. I felt him suddenly jam it up my gaping arse. No slowness here, no finesse, just a good hard thrust that knocked the wind out of me. I gasped, "Fuck!" But enormous relief rushed through my stimulated nerves. With rampant enthusiasm, the eager man began to root furiously. I grunted around a mouthful of tasty throbbing dark penis and had to admit to myself I really did love having a cock fucking me back there. Even his digging fingers felt great. And having another on which to mouthwork at the same time brought heaven to Earth. Splitting my attention between pleasuring Trevor and the pleasure Frank was fucking into me, however, was proving difficult. "Shit, man," I heard Stan say. "Are you that hard up?" Frank said, "I'm that hard! Fuck, he's slick but tight. I am going to so blast him." My dick felt hard enough to explode, and the frantic rubbing inside my arse just promoted all those lovely little prostate zaplettes, one after another. It became difficult to breathe through my nose as my body trembled and shook from Frank's pummeling and my nervous system's attempts at more mini-orgasms. For a moment I lost it. I swam in a rolling ocean of mindless emotional bliss. Trevor snapped, "Hey, dude, I'm almost there." "Sorry," I mumbled. "Got distracted." I lunged and sucked his ultra-hard cock back into my mouth so deep I almost gagged. I had heard about swallowing, so I tried to do that. It felt absolutely weird and I just gagged again. I said, "Sorry, man," then sucked so hard he laughed. I craned my head and saw Stan still gently stroking Peter's hard-again cock and watching my face with amusement. I felt so dazed I could not keep track of time. The zaplettes just kept cumming and Trevor kept thrusting. Frank suddenly yelled something and shoved with so much might that Trevor's cock almost did go down my throat. I coughed loudly. Arms whirling, he stumbled back from the edge of the bed. I held my ground while Frank continued to fuck. Fast jabs and noisy words, I didn't know if he had cum or not. Soon he slowed and fell back onto the bed. Maybe I wore him out. "Come on," I said almost panting. "More. I can take more." I turned so I could see everyone. Trevor pushed Frank off the bed and immediately raced behind me. He roughly parted my rear cheeks and I felt him probe. "Nice butt." When he found the right spot, he shoved hard, almost knocking me down. He grabbed my hips and began to silently stroke himself in and out rapidly, using me like a tight fist. He didn't say a word but breathed heavily. My entire body was forced to sway in time to his powerful pelvic thrusts. I tried to fuck back but he simply pulled and pushed my hips using me for his own pleasure. "Oh, fuckin' yes!" escaped from my trembling lips. Frank turned to Stan. "Come on, bitch, I'm still ready." Stan released Peter, stood tall. As he swayed toward the bed, his hand brushed Frank's cock. When he descended, I could not see Stan but I felt his weight next to Trevor. Trevor slowed briefly - it felt as if they might be kissing - but then sped up again. I heard something like, "You go for it, hun." I had gone soft but the slapping of his thighs against my rump and the feeling of his big cock shoveling in and out caused me to stiffen again. I felt a hand a hand on my re-swelling cock. Relief! Stan was fondling me at the same time as pleasuring Trevor. His fingers felt divine as he began to rub and stroke me. Frank climbed onto the bed on his knees and shoved his wilted cock at my face. I opened and took it in. I tasted his semen and something else, possibly me. The bed rocked even more as Peter knee-walked behind thrusting Trevor. We were all on the huge bed now and all involved. "Ready for it, Trev?" Peter announced. Trevor paused. "Oh, yeah," I heard. "You know I love being the ham in a manwich." I was suddenly shoved onto my stomach. My legs and arms shot out and I cried out in surprise. Behind me, Peter had jammed himself into Trevor and was fucking hard enough to push us all down. Stan fell onto the bed next to me. I lowered my head as I felt Trevor's cock forced in and out by Peter's savage thrusting. "You okay?" Stan almost whispered. I nodded, which was difficult given the heavy bouncing. "You cum easy, don't you. Those little ones." I nodded. "Just wait until I get into you." Stan started kissing me. Little kisses and tongue licks while I was being bombed by Trevor and Peter. I began to pant heavily. Over the uncountable minutes, the strong sensations rose in my arse until they suddenly burst. Lightening cracked. The sky split. Thunder roiled. I yelped. My cock did not shoot but it felt as if everything else did. My whole body flashed in a bright hot orgasm, an incredible astonishing sensation. I yelped loud in surprise. Peter yelled, "You fuckin' did it, mate!" "Yeah!" Trevor called. "I can feel you cumming. And I am, too! Oh yeah!" At the same time Peter unloaded into Trevor, Trev blasted his thick mangoo into me. "It just turns me on too much when someone else does me at the same time." With Peter still inside, Trevor kept shooting into me for an amazingly long time. When they finished, Peter pulled away and stepped off the bed. I struggled back up and caught a glimpse of his swollen wet and dripping cock. Trevor remained lodged inside me. He leaned over my back, and wrapped two muscled arms around my stomach. Stan rolled away and off the bed. He went back to Peter, knelt, and mouthed his wet cock. I could hear the slurping and gulping. Trevor began to root me again. He raised off my back and slapped my bum. "Feel like going again, but he's not so tight." I clamped hard and he yelped. "Oh, yeah, that's better." He moved against me, hammering his semi-hard cock in and out at high speed. I felt him swell again. He fucked on for several minutes until he finally began to "Ha...ha...ha...ha..." and jammed himself hard against me. I could feel his cock pulse as he squirted. He continued to fuck and squirt for another minute until he finally grunted loud. I loved seconds. I fell forward and saw Trevor's glistening rod then the big grin on his very happy face. Stan jumped to the side of the bed and immediately sucked Trevor. Then he stood and affectionately kissed the man. I rolled over onto my back and gestured to Frank. Grinning, Frank crawled back onto the bed and lay on top of me. When I felt his semi-hard prick slide, I wrapped my legs around his thighs, my arms around his back and clamped tight, my cheek against his. He started fucking me right away. His hot breath dampened my ear. I felt the muscles of his stocky body ripple as he pushed and pushed. I clamped and felt his cock swell. Frank was certainly enthusiastic. While Frank and I fucked, the others went to the bar and chatted. Stan kept watching us while stroking himself or Peter or Trevor. This time Frank took longer, maybe twenty enjoyable minutes. His pace varied but became faster and firmer when he neared his climax. When he came, he quietly slammed hard into me and pushed as far inside as he could. I wallowed in his delicious strong pulses. Breathing hard, I released him. He got up and off the bed and went over to the bar with the other naked men. "Ok now?" I heard Peter say. "Yeah," agreed Frank. "He's a good fuck. Gave him a big load." With several loads, my rear felt wet, leaky, so I clamped it tight. I heard Peter say, "Too bad the others aren't here. We could have really given him a workout." Trevor laughed and started to dress. Frank said, "You finished already?" "Going to my sculpting class." "This late?" "Going to see the teacher of the sculpting class." "Oh. Right. Sort of all-night instruction." "All night lessons," laughed Trevor. "But I'll be the teacher!" As I watched Frank quickly dress. I remained hard but could not bring myself to approach anyone. I waited patiently on the bed. I was still ready. Stan looked at me then glanced at Peter. "I think he needs more. How about I fuck him and then spend the night keeping you awake? You ok with that Trev?" "No worries. I won't wait up." Peter grinned. "Good plan. Have fun with him." Then to me, "Remember the house rule, slut." Trevor motioned to me, "Cheers, mate. Thanks for joining us. Been fun. See ya next time." Frank mumbled something, too. Peter left the shed with them. Stan turned toward me and grinned. He rubbed his hands together and advanced.
  6. Part 2 - In My Neighbor's Back Yard Shed July 2021, revised May 2022 by Hozzel A/N: this story is longer, so it has been split into installments. Hope you like it. The week passed quickly. All I could think about was sex, sex and more sex. Raw sex. Blistering sex. Humping, sweaty, exhausting sex. Men making me hard and keeping me that way. Men spearing me with their raging cocks. Men forcing me to cum over and over. Me sometimes taking them, but mostly them having their naughty fun way with me. Men filling me with load after load. Oh, yes. I thought about it first thing in the morning, got hard and had to deal with that. During the day at work, still got hard and twice during the week I had to do something to make it go down for awhile. Every night I waited for one of my neighbors to contact me, come over, and have fun, but I sadly ended up doing myself again. Two, three, four times a day? Over the week I lost track of the number of times I spurted out of longing and frustration. It was as if my body, especially my dick, had reverted to teenage compulsion and ability. Online gay and trans porn helped but that was only a tease. I felt addicted to sex, and it felt fantastic. Three times I checked to see if my neighbors were having sex in their back yard again. Not a hint, not a sound. I considered rushing next door but hesitated. I even checked late one night to see if any lights were on or the sounds of fucking fluttered, but nothing. I had been told I could go over at any time and sex would never be refused. But I didn't want to seem too needy, even though I was. Finally late Saturday, my pocketphone queeped. I fumbled the phone. The message from Peter read: "It's on. Get your arse over here before 8pm, slut." Yes, yes, yes! I took another deep breath and felt my heart thump and my limp dick throb and stiffen. Finally! This was it! I showered, cleaned myself thoroughly, dressed light, and mentally girded my loins. I was out the door just before eight. It felt like the walk of eternity. A silent gibbous moon ghosted the long pebbly driveway. Frogsong echoed amongst the shadowy trees. Anticipation mounted with each step down the alleyway between properties, then around the fence, and even at my neighbor's unlit front porch. Hesitating, heart pounding, I reached and rapped. The solid wooden door swung inwards. Peter creaked the screen door open, his thick body silhouetted by harsh light. As I had seen previously he wore a white singlet and nothing else. Before I could say anything, he grabbed my t-shirt and roughly pulled me inside. "What took you so long, slutman?" "But I'm early -" He threw me against the entrance wall and savagely kicked. The door swung, clicked shut. His burly body slammed onto me, knocking my breath out. His palms flattened on either side of my head. His steely eyes locked onto mine. Grunting, he began urgently jabbing his thick cock at my crotch. I squirmed and felt his hot breath and scratchy beard. He hissed through gritted teeth, "Get your shit off!" Taking a step back, Peter yanked my stubbies down. He laughed when he saw I didn't wear a jock. I kicked flipflops and the shorts away while he pulled my t-shirt over and off. "Much better!" he yelled when I was completely nude. He slammed his body onto mine again back onto the wall. Immediately he began to thrust his rampant cock against my own stiff prong. His hot, panting breath rasped my face. His gray eyes bored into mine. His fierce desire forced me to twist and moan. My sweaty palms instinctively slid down his hairy back to his rutting hips and clenching rear. I pulled. He jammed his thick cock against my own and bucked fiercely. I twisted in unexpected explosive pleasure. His desire filled my soul with unexpected strength. Laughing in triumph, he shoved me away. "They'll be here soon but I can't wait! Come!" The older man grabbed my arm and almost ran us through his house. (Old man my arse. Peter might have been retired and in his late sixties but his sexual zing and stamina were almost as high as a teenager's.) I was pulled along a sparsely furnished family area around which doorless bedrooms gaped. He tugged me through an archway at the back of the family room, through the laundry, then out a squeaking screen door into the back yard. Cool air stung my naked body. We hurried across cement pavers to his enormous shed then through another heavy wooden door inlaid with fancy frosted glass. Peter turned the knob. The door swung inwards. From its outside appearance I had thought my neighbor's iron shed was a workshop for the old car that slept out back. But the inside caught my breath. Huge, spotlessly clean, this was no workshop but a precisely decorated recreation room. To our left an ornate fully stocked bar glistened with bottles, glasses and mirrors. Before us a green pool table waited, coloured balls triangled, cues neatly racked beside a leather couch. Behind the pool table lay an enormous bed covered by a soft red doona. A black iron frame raised the king-size mattress just off the carpet. Silver handcufs hung on a corner. A large black flat screen, flanked by tall speakers, dominated the far wall above the bed. Uplamps around the shed cast a mysterious soft glow without shadowing or glare. Green carpet flowed across the floor like a soft lawn. Black-painted egg cartons covered the walls. The room felt warm, heated by a humming air conditioner. I tried to imagine what required sound proofing. Peter rushed me around the pool table and literally threw me onto the thick mattress. I bounced and spun onto my back. Grinning, propped on elbows, my own cock standing ready, legs parted in invitation, I waited for him to pounce. Instead, he stood at the foot of the bed, fists on hips akimbo. He gazed down at me as if calculating. I stared open-mouthed at his big semi-hard cock and barrel shaped tough body, his tattooed arm, then up at his lecherous bearded face. I wondered what was going through his dirty scheming mind. "Assume the position," he ordered. I shook my head. "What?" "Worship me on your hands and knees! You got mouthin' to do first!" "Yes, sir!" I scooted down to the end of the bed, reached and gently took hold of his cock. I looked up at his stern face with an obedient puppy-dog expression. "Knock it off and get to work." Holding the base, never releasing eye contact, I opened my mouth and took him in. Heaven! I tasted the rubbery skin, hefted its growing weight. His pleasure became important; his erotic response to my stimulation mattered. I fingered and loved his cock. I sucked and licked, used my tongue to roll back his foreskin, rubbed the tight crown with my lips and tongue and fingertips, than began to jerk the stem at the same time. While I sucked and licked, I also hummed and moaned. My other hand fondled his warm balls. I felt his body quiver and jerk in response to my insistent ministrations. "Oh, that's nice, slutman. Keep doing that and I'll be ready to fuck you shortly." I worshiped that solid, rubbery pole of steely passion. I moaned and kissed and licked and rubbed and fingered and wanked, did everything I could think to mount his prurient pleasure and make him good and stiff for his eventual assault on my excited body. My own nerves seared as if electrified. My arse flamed in anticipation. This entire brazen act affected me, too, turning my body and mind on even more. A few minutes of vigorous and passionate mouth and hand work and a lovely monster purple mushroom head bounced before my smiling face, kissing lips and licking tongue. "Enough!" He pulled back and twirled his fingers. "You're an enthusiastic little cocksucker, but I like to fuck and want to cum inside your arse. Now, slutman, present yourself. Get that round butt up." Obediently, I spun around and positioned myself. I felt the bed heave and creak as he mounted and knee-walked up behind me. I gasped when his thick fingers first slid along my back, then down to my rump. My heart fluttered as he began to kneed and part the cheeks. I felt his scratchy beard against my rear then his tongue flick at the sensitive rim of my anus. I shuddered and gasped again as sparks of sensation zapped through my switched-on body. Oh fuck, did I need this! Behind me, I felt Peter silently rise then slip the bulging tip of his big bare cockhead between my fleshy rear cheeks. I took a deep breath as he pressed against my pucker. Almost panting, head down, I waited. Come on, I thought, I'm more than ready! I don't care how big you are! "Do you remember last weekend?" "Oh, yeah," I breathed. "Really well." "Want more like that?" "Been waiting!" He pushed. "You're our slut now, and if you can take it, we'll make use of you." "I can take it." "Maybe we'll just go over to your place whenever we want. That's part of our special rule. Remember that? No one can refuse a request from any other member of the group, anywhere, any time. We turn up and you have to blow us or fuck us, whatever we want. Like now." "Got it," I said. "No worries. Whenever you want." But what about whenever I want, I thought. "Good we're clear on that. Right, then, just get you lubed up first." He reached to the side. I heard a snap then felt cool smear at the entrance to my needy rectum. He pushed a thick finger in. I jerked and let out another gasp as he worked it in and out. Then his finger was replaced by something bigger, something huge trying to invade my body. Something massive. I braced myself. I felt his legs rub against mine then felt the tip of his hard cock begin to part my needy anus. Resistance is useless, I told my body. You can do it. You did it before. Just take it. I tried to force myself to relax. I blew out as he pushed slowly. I felt him squeeze into me. Huge, fuckin' huge, but somehow I just opened up for him as if my body already knew what to do and was happy to accommodate. Like before, I felt little pain as he stretched me open then stretched me more. A marvelous full sensation filled my mind as he filled my body. I felt him push slowly into me, centimeter by centimeter, deeper and deeper. Felt that monster crawl up my guts and consume my raging emotions. "Oh, fuck yes," escaped my trembling lips. "Whenever you want." I blew out. "No worries." "Like that, huh?" Fuck, he felt deep! I was now panting heavily. Every tight muscle quivered. My butt became stuffed with so much cock I thought my guts might churn. I could not help gripping it firmly with my rear muscles as I waited for him to begin the lovely friction. My body wanted to push it out but my spirit wanted it thrusting hard and filling me with its sweet juice. I felt Peter edge back but not quite out, then very slowly push in again. "Not all the way in yet but we'll get there." Not all the way? How could he possibly stuff any more inside me? I felt him push harder until something gave way and he popped in even further. He hit something deep inside and my cock almost spat. With a loud grunt and a mighty shove, his hips smacked against my butt. His enormous cock felt like a solid pole from which my entire body dangled. I felt so turned on I literally shook and wondered if I might cum anyway and pass out. My own dong flexed as it strained in anticipation. "Good man," he said and patted my rear in an approving manner. He leaned over my back, his heavy weight causing me to shake even more. He reached around and grasped my tight pulsing rod. "Very good," he said. "I like a man who can keep it hard. Shows me he's enjoying it. Right, time to fuck." Laughing, Peter released my dick, pushed and I collapsed onto my stomach. His legs parted mine. He placed his hands beneath my arms, pulled back then shoved his huge cock in again. I wuffed as he knocked my breath out. "How's that, slutman?" I nodded. "G-good." I wallowed with each thrust as he proceeded to fuck in and out with slow strong strokes. Despite his heavy weight all I could feel was his massive cock sliding in and out. I loved it! The amazing feelings leapt like lightening through my body causing me to grunt with each of his powerful jabs. Soon little orgasms began to erupt, one after the other, as his cock rubbed my stimulated prostate. I quivered and huffed and moaned with every mounting thrust. Could this get any better? "I can feel you clenching nicely. I bet I've got you cumming, too." "Oh, I'm cumming alright. No worries ... about that." It wasn't a lie. It felt as if a squence of small orgasms raced through me like wavelets crashing on a shore. I knew what they were. They felt amazing and I was thankful I could have this type of repeatable orgasm with little effort. Without slackening his pace, Peter said, "Listen, I have to warn you about the others. They can get rough." "Rough?" Wasn't this rough already? I cringed as another mini-orgasm - or as I call it "arsegasm" - seared through me. "Once they get started they won't want to stop. You are going to be well and truly shagged tonight." "Great!" I breathed. Peter's forceful fucking bounced me on the bed beneath his weight. My body hummed as small orgasms raced through my nerves. Their tension mounted until a larger one erupted, causing me to cry out. Banging of the shed door diverted my attention. What the fuck? I was in the middle of cumming. "Hey, Pete!" someone called. "Who's this pretty boy?"
  7. Thank you. There is one more story but I had decided not to post it. It is what happens at the "footy" - Aussie slang for Australian Rules Football. Interested? You can pm or even email me, and maybe together we can cum (intended) up with something hotter???
  8. My Neighbors Series Part 1 - In My Neighbor's Back Yard July 2021, revised May 2022 By Hozzel A/N: This story is an original work of fiction. It has been altered, revised and improved from a previous post so the story can live in this section where it belongs. A loud thumping noise from the neighbor's back yard first attracted my attention. It sounded as if someone punched metal over and over, accompanied by repeated grunts and yelps and even slaps. Was there a fight? "Uh...uh...uh..." Curious, I snuck up to the corrugated iron fence and peered into my neighbor's half acre size back yard. Behind the large steel shed, an old white car rocked. "Oh, fuck!" I heard. Startled, I hopped back, shocked and aroused at the same time. Did I see what I thought I saw? I quickly peeked over the fence again. Wearing only a t-shirt, Roger lay face down over the white bonnet of the old car. He banged his fists and yelled "Uh" or "Fuck!" or "Good!" every time equally half-naked Flynn's hips slapped his ass. The car rocked and creaked in time to Flynn's strong thrusts. "Harder, harder!" Mesmerized, I just stood there watching the two twenty-year-old university students do this wonderful thing out in the open beneath the warm early autumn sun. Roger pounded against Flynn while Flynn smacked the car and eagerly pushed back. I could feel my emotions churn and desire rise as I admired Flynn's muscled back as he rammed into skinnier Roger. A yummy workout body, for sure. Mine wasn't bad, either, but I was thirty years older. "Hey, boys! Not without me!" Their landlord, Peter, trotted around the corner of the large back yard shed. Thick-bodied, long bearded, with a dragon tattoo on his right upper arm, Peter wore a white singlet, flipflops, and nothing else. My mouth dropped open at the sight of his massive bobbing prong. He stepped up behind Flynn and levered that cock between Flynn's rear cheeks. Flynn said something like, "Took you long enough," stopped thrusting and seemed to wait. Without hesitation, Peter pushed that great big hard thing straight between the muscled young man's tight rear cheeks. Using little push-pulls, Peter gradually worked deeper and deeper until he was fully lodged. He then roughly grabbed Flynn's hips, pulled back and slammed in hard. Every time Peter thrust, I saw his buttocks clench and quiver. I saw his balls swing. Hard thrusts, powerful thrusts, again and again and again, accompanied by loud grunts from both students. For an old retired bloke, Peter showed amazing stamina and power. In fact, he slammed into Flynn with more force than Flynn had used on Roger. Flynn began to cry out in a continuous loud pleasurable moan as Peter fucked rapidly. The verbal noise escalated into a non-stop holler. They made so much noise I worried anyone else in the neighborhood might hear and investigate. Flynn shook from the body hits and Roger kept pounding the bonnet with his fist, yelping, "Fuck, that's good!" That was it. Decency be damned! I unzipped, pulled my hard dick out, and began to frantically slip the foreskin back and forth while I watched. I didn't think I would last long. This wasn't fantasy, this was not video porn or an x-story, this was real and raw and right there not more than twenty meters away on the other side of the fence. I watched Peter fucked on and on for several frantic minutes. He fucked solidly, almost noiselessly, until, suddenly, he roared and jammed himself. He must have gone deep as Flynn yelled. I saw Peter's shaking rear clench and presumed he was unloading into the young man. The older man jabbed and grunted a few more times before pulling out. His damp singlet heaved from deep breaths. Barely wilted, his fat cock stood out and glistened in the sunlight. He turned, looked straight at me, gestured, and yelled, "Come on over and join in!" Caught out! I scrambled back from the fence and tucked my hard dick away. "Don't be shy! Come on over, Ben. It's all good. You know you want to." Peter's bearded face appeared over the fence. He said, "The boys are supposed to keep it inside but on a day like this, I can't blame them. Come on over and have some fun." He turned and called, "Hey, boys! Would you like to have a go with our neighbor, Ben? He's right here!" I heard thumping and, "Yeah!" Then the rhythmic squeaking of the car resumed as Flynn fucked into his friend again. "Don't be shy, Ben. Come on over and we'll all have a good time." Peter turned away and headed back to the young men. What the hell? I thought. It was a really tough decision ... not! I ran down the long driveway and around the fence into their property. Peter met me at the gate to his back yard and led me through. I couldn't believe my luck. My neighbors were not angry that I had been watching them. Being invited to join in shameless, bold sex seemed too good to be true. What was the catch? I had met Peter before a few times, and his borders Roger and Flynn once, but had no idea they were into anything fantastic like this. "Good man! Strip off," Peter instructed. He reached down and unbuckled my belt. "Can't root properly with all this gear." I let him quickly remove my shorts and jock and even my t-shirt. "You're hard as a rock," he observed. My whole body jerked when he fondled my erection. As if filled with special electricity, his fingers played and stroked my eager throbbing cock, causing my entire body to cringe with zaplettes of pleasure. It had been a long time since another man had pawed me. The big grin on his bearded face told me he enjoyed making me respond. He said, "Most of us don't go much for foreplay, although we do like to suck sometimes. Maybe the odd sixty-niner, too." Flynn paused but continued to hold his friend's hips. He looked at me with a cheeky grin. "We just like to fuck." He pulled out and stepped to the side as if offering. His cock was hard, wet, and right there as if goading me to lunge and take it into my keen mouth. Roger's round rear beckoned. I hesitated. It had been a long time since I had done this. I desperately wanted to sink my dick into that lovely spot but I also did not want to come across like an inexperienced idiot. "Do you have any lube?" I asked. Peter added, "He's already lubed up. Or would you rather be the bottom?" "Un, I do both," I stammered. "Well, then, that's even better! Go on, mate, take your turn." I took a deep breath, stepped up, and grasped the young man's hips. His smooth rump looked yummy. I gently poked my stiff dick at Roger's firm ass cheeks. Roger chirped. "Well, come on. Shove in! I want to feel your cock!" I could not believe how overt and relaxed these outrageous men were about this intimate act. Really? That easy? I had never before encountered anyone for whom fun sex was so easily achieved without knowing the other well. I shook my head, stepped up again and pressed the swollen head of my hot cock between Roger's fleshy cheeks. When I hesitated, Flynn laughed, "Can't you see he wants to be fucked?" and shoved me in the back so hard I suddenly pushed all the way in. Roger's internal muscles clenched on me as if he were trying to suck me inside. It felt wonderful! I just stood there stupidly, panting over his back, my hands on either side of his body, palms flat on the car, my thighs up against his fleshy buns, my twitching cock stuck in his ass while the sun warmed my naked body. I stared down at Roger's back and took a very deep breath. "Go ahead," Flynn said to me. "He likes it rough." Don't be stupid, I told myself. I placed my palms on Roger's hips and started to shove in and out. "Fuckin' come on," the young man snapped. "Give it to me!" The long-haired blond man's fingers curled as if trying to grab the smooth bonnet. I heard Peter laugh behind me. Right. I grabbed Roger's bony hips and began to pound into him. He began thumping and moaning. The rubbing pressure on my cock caused intense sensations in my body to mount far too quickly. I wanted it to last so I slowed, trying to draw out the feelings and my quickening climax. "Too good," I muttered. I glanced over. Flynn and Peter were both grinning and working themselves. They nodded in encouragement. As I fucked Roger, I could tell Peter was having a very good look at my saucy working bum. "Here," I heard Peter say, "see if you like this." I felt him step up behind me and take my hips in thick-fingered hands. What the fuck? Was he going to do to me what he had done to Flynn? I pushed deep into Roger, paused and waited. Surely, he wasn't... Peter gripped me hard. I felt his big wet slug pushed between my tense backside cheeks. He was going to shove that thing up my ass! I was actually going to get fucked! It was going to happen! My thoughts raced wild blue. Could I take it? Would it hurt? Would I like it? Old memories flashed. It had been years but I had done this routinely with my ex and, later, my fuckbud. Of course I could do it. And I knew I would simply love it. Flynn said, "He likes threesies." A wonderful fantasy and a personal first: three of us engaged with each other at the same time. Reality felt far hotter than the dream. Peter said, "Right, mate, here it comes." I felt his fat cock part my bum cheeks and pause at the entrance. His thick fingers dug into my hips. He pushed and I felt myself open up automatically, just like I used to do. The tip pushed, pushed, pressed and began to split me open. For fuck's sake he felt huge! I tried to relax as it slowly invaded my prone body. I could feel every centimeter crawl further and further. Legs spread, I stood motionless, panted hard, forced myself to relax and let it happen. I leaned over Roger and felt all the astonishing sensations while that enormous prick slowly crawled up my hole, forcing me open wider, deeper and deeper, bit by bit, forcing me to experience every luscious moment. Further and further and still further. I waited for the pain but that didn't happen. Stretched, yes. Full, yes. Stuffed, yes. My body just seemed to accept him with little qualm and allowed me to feel every single bit slide inside. It felt so good! I had missed this way too much. When his hips pressed against my rear, Peter paused and said, "You're fuckin' tight. Ever done this before? How does that feel?" "Wow," I breathed. "Huge. Full. Yes. My partner... My fuckbud... Been awhile. Wow." "Hurt?" "Barely," I admitted. "Just...really stuffed full." "Like it?" "Yeah," I said truthfully. "Love it. Thrive on it if I could." "That's what I like to hear. Here goes, slut. And remember: sluts are good people." Slut? Oh, wow! A promotion already. He pulled almost out, paused for an agonizing three seconds, and then pushed himself back into me. I let out an explosive breath. I could feel his entire cock slide as he began to fuck. My own dick was still buried inside Roger, too. As Peter pushed back in, I was forced to push into Roger as well. Soon Peter was fucking me quickly, causing me to do the same to Roger. It felt as if my own penis swelled further as it slipped inside the young man's tight ass. Roger began beating the car again in time to Peter's solid thrusts, and I began to pant at the same rate. As Peter shoveled something inside my rear began to tingle. I knew what it was, and I was surprised it was happening so easily and quickly. Clearly, my body had not forgotten. I had missed these mini-orgasms so much. Rub my prostate and I could go off like a rocket in no time. It felt like mild pleasurable electricity shooting out from my anus, coursing through all my nerves, charing me. Years ago, my fuckbud used to do this regularly. I taught myself how to cum that way, and then cum again after only a short time, and then again and again until I couldn't take the strong sensations any more. In an attempt to hold off, I huffed, "Oof! How often do you guys do this?" "Have sex with each other? All the time," Flynn said beneath me. "Almost every day." "And night," I heard Peter say behind he as he shoved. "And morning," Roger blurted beneath me. "Oh, fuck!" His fist slammed the bonnet. "Do you like it, Rog?" I asked. I gently slid my palms over the young man's bare back while Peter fucked me with short, jabbing strokes. I certainly liked it. "Fuck, yeah!" Roger said, "Can't get enough. I could do this all day and all night." "Do you ever get to do it to them? Be the top?" "Sometimes, but I like being a cumdump best. There's never enough. Oof!" I took a punt and asked, "You guys do it with anyone else or just you three?" Peter thrust hard and said, "Stupid question." Flynn said, "We know he's old enough to be our grandfather. But look at him! He outdoes us! He takes us whenever he wants, even a couple times a day and at night. He's much keener than Flynn's dad. We do it with our mates, too. Or Pete's street buddies. There's a sort of a club the neighborhood men belong to. They meet here on weekends. Suck and fuck each other, have gangbangs. A lot of fun." Peter added, "There is one big rule: no one is allowed to say no if one of the guys asks for it." Peter suddenly slammed into me, knocking my breath out through my nose. As before, he did not pause or stop, just continued to fuck in and out of my body. "I'm getting there," he said. "How're you doin'?" "Fuckin' hell, I think you're screwing my prostate," I said. "I'm coming inside." My body twisted in pure pleasure as a fluidless assgasm flashed through me. It felt unbelievable! I shuddered while he shoveled that monster in and out of me. Oh, yeah, it was getting to me alright, and he was not letting me take a breath. "You're going to ... make me ... cum again..." "Knew it. That's the idea, slut. As far as we're concerned fucking is the greatest thing to do, so we all do it often." Despite coming inside, my erection remained firm inside Roger's clenching ass. Peter suddenly growled, "Gunna cum!" He rammed hard. I felt his enormous cock swell inside. Felt him deep. Felt his cock pulse as strong volleys of thick warm fluid powerfully shot into me. My senses were finally pushed beyond their limit. I could no longer hold back. I yelled very loud and started to shoot my goo into the Roger's greedy ass. Peter yelled, "What'd ya scream like that that for?" I pulled myself hard against Roger's bum while I yelled and unloaded several fantastic volleys. My own anus clenched and clenched on Peter. The feeling flashed incredibly intense. I yelled again in pure joy. "Better that way," I eventually panted. My cock pulsed longer than I expected. The pleasure had been so intense I could hardly speak. "Like ... karate. Yelling and screaming makes it ... feel stronger. Greater punch." "Have to remember that." The weight on my back suddenly lifted. My anus felt empty, my rear cool and exposed. Peter smacked my bum. "Ready for more?" More? I started to stand up. My legs felt weak. I shook briefly, but I stammered, "Okay. Whatever you want." They all laughed as if I had said something crazy. "Rog, you want another round with our new slut?" Roger levered himself off the car and faced me. He was long and thin and curved straight up. "My turn," was all he said. "Give me ... a moment. Catch my breath." Roger insisted and started to hop eagerly. "House rule. You can't say no. House rule." "That's the rule," Peter said. "You ask for it, you get it or you gotta give it or share it. Any time, anywhere with any of our group. Everyone's equal. Everyone is happy. No one feels used because you can ask anyone, too. No one is ever left out. If one can't do it, another can and will. We look after each other. We make it work. Everyone's happy." "But there has to be times when it just isn't possible." "Then you do a rain check. Do it later. Go ahead, Rog. Ben, here, is our new fucktoy and he has to follow our rule now." "Look at me!," Roger insisted. His cock stuck straight up, hard and proud and in need. "You've really turned me on." He stepped before me, grabbed my arms roughly, and pulled my body against his. For a skinny boy, he was quite strong. Face close, I felt his hot breath then lips on mine then tongue as he tried to lick my own tongue. Felt his wiry body writhe against mine. What the hell. I let him and returned the passionate kiss. My hands descended to his round rump and I felt his urgent hard cock rub against mine. It had been a long time feeling desire from anyone, too. I ate it all up and my cock decided it did not wish to wilt. Roger used his foot to trip and wrestle me to the ground. On my back, he spread my thighs with his hips and knees. Grinning, he reared up over me. Looking into his blue eyes, I felt him probe. His cock suddenly speared into me, a surprisingly thankful feeling. Instantly he began to fuck me with long steady strokes and panting breaths and a great big, huge grin. I felt his body move against me, felt his stomach rub along my hard cock. Flynn fell onto his friend's back, knocking him onto me and knocking my breath out. Roger paused while Flynn inserted. And then Peter, amazingly renewed again, knelt between our legs and pushed into Flynn as well. My legs stretched wide, knees bent, feet against Flynn's spread upper thighs. I reveled in the amazing four-way fuck. "Let's go, boys!" We awkwardly gang-fucked but it didn't last long. We all laughed when they fell off. Peter came over, dropped to his knees and fed me his thick cock. I lapped and sucked and held it while Roger kept furiously fucking me. It wasn't long before he yelled, too, and burst into me. He levered himself off, stood, grinning. Instead of being worn out, I was super-charged, energized, eager for the next hit of fantastic sex in the sunny back yard with my amazing neighbors. I held out my arms, spread my knees wide. But Roger and Flynn raced off and Peter handed me my clothes. As he escorted me back to my home, shamelessly still half-nude, he said, "Thanks for joining us. Opens up all kinds of interesting possibilities. The street buddies'll be over next Saturday night. Sort of a regular group event. You can join our special club. We'll inaugurate you into the NFC, maybe even make you the center of a gangbang. I'm sure they'll be keen to have a new slut." "Nature's Fun Carnival?" I joked. A neighborhood sex club? I had lived hear over fifteen years. Peter had been my neighbor for most of that time, and I was only now finding out there was a street secret like that? Peter smirked. "NFC. Neighborhood Fuck Club." "You mean -" "- yes, I do. Men who live on our street are the only members of the NFC. We all follow the rule. You never know when one of us feels the need, and that's part of the rule's beauty. Anyone may turn up at any time." I admitted, "House rule, right? What if I want to fuck you or them?" "That's what the rule is about, mate. We all have to do it with you, too, if you want it. We don't force anyone, though. Sometimes there's a good reason for a rain check but that's all that is allowed. Nobody's objected so far, and we've been at it for years now. Think you can live with that?" Years? I never knew... Standing at my front door, I looked at this aging almost-nude bear of a man, who was openly offering me the most incredible sexual deal I could imagine. He had already cum twice but seemed ready and able for more. Me,too. My rear tingled in guilty anticipation. I nodded. "No worries. Sounds great." He slapped my shoulder, suddenly pulled me roughly against his body and bear hugged me while his inflating cock slipped against mine. He then said the magic words: "Give us your dick. Let's go inside and seal the deal, slut." ### A/N: This story just begged to be re-written properly. I hope you liked it. If it turned you on, if it caused a hard throbbing response, especially if you blow, I would positively love to hear from you! Don't be shy and don't hold back. PM or email me all the wet details. Once is never enough. More to cum...
  9. In My Back Yard With My Neighbor (Part 4 of the "My Neighborhood Sex Club" series) by Hozzel Approx 2700 words "I'm on my way, Freak." I glanced up from the computer screen to see my TS wife, Kelly, scoot past the study. I followed her to the front door. A bubble of platinum hair framed her grinning dimpled face. Black V-neck cropped polo top accentuated her muscled arms, large round breasts, natural cleavage, and flat toned bare stomach. The short black loose skirt seemed barely long enough to obscure her penis. Calf-length high-heeled black boots added a sexy edge to her sporty look. I teased, "Meeting the girls for golf?" She chuckled. "Bowling today, hun. I intend to bang a few balls and pins." Golf was our private code for "I'm going out to get laid." Bowling meant she planned to do some laying herself. Based on her enthusiastic performance with me last night and today's spritely mood, I suspected Trevor might be in for a big workout and a long breeding session. Kelly stopped just outside the front door. Mischievous dimples flared. Her hand darted down and grasped. "Ooh!" I flinched. She smiled fiendishly and squeezed. "What are you going to do while I'm playing with Trev? Anything exciting?" "Just boring shit. Weather's good so I'm going to chip that pile of branches out back." "Aw, poor baby." She changed to rubbing gently. Of course she was trying to cause a stiff problem. "All worked up and no one to play with. Maybe I should do something about that." I almost absent-mindedly reached down and slipped a finger down her skirt along her penis. I said, "You don't want to be late. Just come back and tell me all about it in detail. Better yet, demonstrate." She pouted. "Can't have you going without. Remember, Freak," she said, grinning wickedly and squeezing again, "this is mine. You can lend it out but -" "- it always comes back home for more," I answered and squeezed hers. "Just like yours." Some couples have a word, a gesture, a look, a phrase, a song, something they recognize as identifying their relationship. Ours was more basic: touching, holding, fondling and playing with each other's dick and balls almost to the point of obsession. For both of us, touch was by far the predominate language of love. We had been married nearly eighteen years and frequently touching one another had become one of the strong cements in our fierce emotional commitment to each other. But Kelly's sex drive and orgasmic abilities had rocketed beyond the Moon ever since her doctor had changed her hormones. There was absolutely no way she could ever be monogamous again. "I might be awhile, hun." She leaned and ravished my mouth, ending with a lick on my lips. "Wupth, left a bit of evidence." She smeared it with her long-nailed fingertip. "No worries," I called as she strode off. "Have a bang up time. See you." "Absofuckinlootley I will!" I admired my wife's long booted legs as she hiked toward the alleyway that served as a lane to our secluded acre property nestled behind a sea of houses. Trevor's immaculate home lay across and down the street. He had certainly made use of me as part of my inauguration into the neighborhood men's sex club, so I had more than a vague idea of how he might behave with my insouciant pleasure-seeking wife. Trevor: black, athletic, handsome, well spoken, well dressed, annoyingly charming, who loved being the meat in man-sandwich. I remembered his dark muscled body hunching against my wife's light skin at the last gangbang. Today I imagined them wrestling. Winner gets their cock into the other's ass first. When I sauntered into the bedroom, a wicked thought blossomed. I didn't have to completely miss out on some pleasure. The cat was away so this mouse was going to be a slightly naughty boy. I stripped off completely, donned only socks and sneakers, then headed outside. The bright blue early afternoon sun blazed unusually warm for autumn. I grabbed leather garden gloves and trundled the electric chipper out of the shed into the little gum-tree forest at the back corner of our acre-sized property. My body glistened from the sensual heat while I fed small branches and twigs to the noisy machine. High steel fences and thick shrubbery hid the entire property from neighborly visual intrusion. Despite the physical work, all I could think about was raw sex. I thought of Kelly's exploding sexuality and the many men my promiscuous wife admitted to enjoying since her interest in sex had burst like a nova six months ago. I remembered the men in the neighborhood club I had come to know: retired bear-like aggressive Peter, muscled Trevor, eager Frank, young lanky Flynn and his buddy submissive Roger, and gender-fluid Stacey, a.k.a Stan. The club had one big rule: no member can say no to another member if asked for sex. Full stop, end of discussion. Too many refusals without good reason meant expulsion. The rule applied to Kelly and myself, too. Concentrate on the job, Ben! Get your mind out of the gutter! Why? I thought, as I roughly shoved a thick fallen branch into the muncher's ever-hungry maw. The shaking machine growled as it chewed the branch and spat shards out its narrow anus into the black catch bag. Why, indeed. I liked my mind there, and I was extremely thankful Kelly did, too. I felt the sun's warmth and slight breeze that chittered the leaves high above. My cock seemed to relish the outdoor exposure. Its swelling told me it wanted to play. "Hey there, Ben!" Shit! I jerked upright. My gloved hands automatically crossed over my exposed rising evidence. But I knew that gravely voice and relaxed. The burly man had not only seen it all but also made good use of it. Grinning, my naughty neighbor strode across the back lawn and into the small gum-tree forest. Aged late sixties, a heavy-set retired bald university professor with a long gray beard and dragon tattoo on his right arm, Peter sported the only uniform I had ever seen him wear: a white singlet. Sandals completed his entire attire. Thick dick in hand, he ambled up and friendly-slapped my bare rump. "Saw you over the fence. I like your look, Ben, all sweaty and nude and worked up. Shows your muscles and your nice fuckable butt. Made me feel like a root. How about it?" I watched Peter work the thick foreskin back and forth over his rapidly swelling purple knob. My loins stirred. My own cock throbbed as it stiffened further. Without a word I took off the leather garden gloves, eagerly dropped - my knees scraped on fallen bark - grasped his thick base, and pulled that big beautiful mushroom tip toward my gaping, wanton, eager mouth. Even without the sex club rule, I wouldn't say no! "Don't bother," Peter ordered. "Let's have your slutty ass." I grinned, "It's yours." I stood and took a step toward the house. "Here," he said. Impatient, he twirled his thick finger. "Outside?" "Right here." "Okay, mate." "Assume the position, slut." Chuckling, I spun around and took a deep breath. Keeping the growling cruncher switched on to cover any ecstatic screams I might holler, I spread my legs, grasped the noisy machine for support, steadied myself, and waited. I felt Peter's thick fingers grab my hips then that big hotdog tip push between my tight buns. "Ready, slut?" "Sock it go me!" I gasped when, with one powerful thrust, he grunt-plunged his wonderful cock into my yearning hole. An unexpected pain lanced. I couldn't help blurting, "Oh, fuck!" A second grunting shove and it felt as if a huge drum had tried to split me open. No slow entry, no allowing me to get use to it, just wham and in! I cried out again and exhaled from the sudden pressure and the pain of being fiercely stretched open by his thick slug. Fuck, he felt huge! And yet, I told myself, I had taken him easily every time before. I panted hard, gripped the growling electric machine and felt my ass grip his cock just as tight. "You're slick but really tight." "Don't worry," I huffed. "I'll get there. Just go ahead and fuck." Holding my rump, he slowly pulled that monster back then pushed in fast, slow back then plunged in. With each strong stroke his speed grew faster and faster. The pain quickly vanished, replaced by rapidly mounting pleasure. His fingers dug into my hips while he literally slid me on his big dong and began to thrust at the same time. "Come on, fuck me harder!" I yelled in encouragement. He grunted and began to slam into me. I yelped each time he plunged and I laughed from the rising monstrous physical joy. One beautiful thing Kelly had taught me long ago: how to have multiple internal orgasms. Less strong than full-blown squirters, these prostate-orgasms seared my nerves from inside my ass and could drive me batshit crazy. But best of all I could have them over and over with little recovery-time and even without losing my own erection until the intense sensations became too much. Peter's rough stimulation on my sensitive prostate triggered my training and caused my body to shudder in rising pleasure. Wonderful! Fucking beneath the warm sun, out in the open air, felt amazing and free. The breeze played scintillating tunes on my sensitive naked body while he pounded his cock into me. His cock drove so deep I could almost feel it hitting something inside. Thrust after thrust, bang after savage bang, I let the beautiful sensations inside my yielding body build and build, second after second, minute after minute. I could feel his invading cock slide inside and his hips and balls smack my rear as he thrust. Bang after bang he pumped into me, driving for his pleasure and release, oblivious to my own rising passion. "Oh, fuck!" I blurted. "I'm gonna...I'm..." It felt as if a fire cracker exploded in my ass and ignited my nerves. My entire body quivered as it sang in minor orgasm. I groaned first then moaned then began a low continuous animal howl. Pure intense pleasure. "If I'd known you were this easy I would've been over here sooner." "You could've," I huffed as I recovered and pushed myself back on his fleshy spear. "Oof! Fuck, that feels good!" "You like being made to cum like this?" "Thrive on it." "Keep going?" "Oh, yeah. More. More." Peter kept ferociously fucking me under the warm sun until he forced me to endure another mini climax. I held on and concentrated on the electricity zapping through my stimulated nerves. The shear intensity swelled further and I now yelled uncontrollably. He must have known what I could do and continued to work my body like a master cocksman. He continued to bore into me, on and on, thrust after thrust, minute after minute, playing me like an orgasmic instrument, forcing the next musical movement. He powered me through a third exquisite tune and did not let up. After the fourth, the brilliant sensations became almost blinding. I yelled, "Are you ever gonna shoot?" "You're just so much fun!" he shouted and fucked hard in emphasis. I gripped the cruncher tighter to avoid it tipping over. He pounded even faster into me, causing me to shudder and shake and moan and groan. On and on without mercy, without heed to my feelings, he rammed his big cock in and out of my submissive shivering body. He had taken charge of my mind and soul and now he raced for his own release, his own height, his own summit. Wham and wham and wham and wham wham wham! I somehow made it through the overwhelming pleasure of the fifth forced assgasm. As I was screaming and shaking, and my cock was throbbing as if it wanted to spurt, Peter suddenly shoved hard! He shouted like an animal. His pounding cock swelled. I clenched on him as I felt him begin to pulse. I let out a blood-curdling shout. His explosion caused me to burst, too. This time it felt like thunder roiled and cracked. I clenched hard on his cock. My entire body spasmed with bursting pleasure. Hands free, my super-hard cock pulsed stream after wonderful stream while his love cannon shot volley after volley of his thick pasty mangoo into me. We pulsed and spasmed together in mutual raw growling bliss. I loved that amazing feeling. I loved being taken. I loved feeling a man's cock slide in and out of my ass as he worked to shoot his load. I loved feeling his body tense and jerk and cringe as he shot his batter into me. And I positively thrived on being forced to cum! All the men in the neighborhood men could have me any time. I'm right here boys! I thought as my cock and balls oozed their last dribbles. Panting, my bobbing head hung between my straight arms. "That's ... wow ... fuckin' strong." I heard his heady breaths. He said, "I like that .. you came, too. You make a good slut. Pretty tight fuck, too. Couldn't hold back for long." Not long? The sun had shifted enough to let me know we had been at it for some time. I thumbed off the chipper and laughed. "Slut, huh." He slipped out. I spun around, dropped, and spent another minute licking and sucking and cleaning while his cock slowly came down. "What grade slut?" When I stood, he grasped my semi-hard prick and, with an almost evil snicker, began to jerk rapidly like he wanted it full hard again. Sometimes Peter liked to top from the bottom. He said, "C minus grade so far. Barely above a D." "Not even average? How do I get an A?" "Long ways to go before you get top score, slut. Want more?" He wanked faster. "Seconds are always appreciated," I smiled and was ready for him to do whatever he wanted. "If I'm real nice to the teacher, maybe it'll up my score." He laughed and leaned over as if he was going to suck me but he stopped, released me and stroked his gray bearded head in thought. Disappointed, I said hopefully, "Is the group getting together tonight?" "Not this week." He looked at me oddly then laughed. His thumb slipped along the side of his dick then he held the shrinking but still large knob."Want another round with racy Stacey, huh?" Embarrassed, I nodded. "Trevor and Frank, too," I said to be fair. "Kelly would like to do it again, too." Lines at the edge of his eyes deepened. His thumb traced little circles on the soft purple crown. He snorted, let go of himself and stroked his beard. I followed him out of my little forest. "How about going to the footy? I have permanent seats." "Sure," I said. I hadn't been to the football in years. Might be fun. "Come over around six. I'll arrange your ticket and maybe we'll do something special while we're there." "Sounds good. What about Kelly?" "Doesn't she go out Saturday night?" "Sometimes," I admitted. "To the gym usually. Sometimes she has something else arranged." "I heard she's quite the gymrat. They know her for her, uh, assertive prowess." "Thought it might be her hard sexercise." We both laughed. Peter headed around the rain tank and carport to the driveway and long entrance lane between our properties. "We should put a gate here," he chuckled. "Be easier to come over rather than going around. See you later, slut." Something special at the football, huh? I vamped visions of rampant sex in the stands while the crowd cheered. My smutty mind swirled the possibilities. Still nude, I headed back to the muncher so I could finish before Kelly returned home. ### Author's note: This is an original work of fiction. If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a hard throbbing response, I would positively love to hear from you! Don't be shy and don't hold back. This story leads directly to the next part. More to cum...
  10. In My Back Yard with Kelly (Part 3 of the "My Neighborhood Sex Club" series. The first two parts are in other fiction forums.) by Hozzel I heard the front door click open and jumped up from my computer. "Hi!" I said as Kelly shoved passed me. In the kitchen, she slammed her leopard-print bag down on the counter then turned and glared at me as if launching hellfire missiles. "Like the new hair style," I said, trying to deflect whatever caused my wife's furor. She must have stopped at Clive the Hair Wizard's on the way home from the gym because her hair was now a fantastic sexy platinum bubble that almost swept over her right eye. A blue deeply scoop-necked skin-tight cropped tank top enhanced her large braless tits and showed off small erect nipples and bare stomach. Months of twice-a-week gym workouts had produced muscled arms, flat stomach and powerful legs, which contrasted with her soft feminine face and large breasts. But tight black shorts did not hide the significant bulge at the top of her thighs. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought her cock was swelling. "You primordial piece of shit," she hissed snakelike. "You fucking low-life betraying secretive ratfink, you!" "What -" "Shut the fuck up, Freak!" A shark in my guts began to gnaw. Her right palm swung and missed by a wide arc. She pointed. "Do not say another word! I know what you did last Saturday night." Embarrassment and guilt exploded. My mouth goldfished. I took a step toward her. "And the weekend before, too!" "But..." "Fuck off, Freak!" She growled, pushed passed me and rushed to the bathroom. Door slammed. I heard the shower. I slunk back to the computer, feeling as if the world was about to end. It would not expire by global warming or over population or starvation or alien invasion or an asteroid strike or a nearby nova or a super-plague or nuclear winter or the Sun dimming or brightening. Forget old age. It would come from Kelly's deadly stinging wrath. I stared stupidly at the dumb puzzle game I had been playing. It stared back almost as if taunting. Shit, shit, shit. I didn't know what to do. I did not want to jump to the wrong conclusion but I felt as if Kelly had discovered my secret sexual fun with my neighbors. I could still feel a tickling memory in my ass from my first encounter with my neighbor, Peter, and his university-age boarders - whom he liked to pretend were his younger "sons". Two weeks ago I had accidentally spied them having noisy sex in their back yard. I had been caught out and was invited to join them in a fourway. The following weekend, I was inaugurated into the neighborhood men's sex club regularly held in Peter's lavishly decked-out back yard shed. The club had one big rule: no member was allowed to say no to having sex when another member asked. Memories swirled of my first gangbang. Peter and Trevor bred me, then impatient Fred, and finally enthusiastic gothic-style cross-dressing Stacey. She had ridden me, cum into me, then forced me to fuck her on the pool table until both our throbbing cocks exploded amidst our laughter and giggles. I just sat there feeling angry and hurt and morose. But there was good reason for my carnal actions. For the first ten years of our marriage, Kelly and I had been what she termed "dick crazy" for each other. We touched and fondled and hardened each other to the point of obsession. Going at it more than once a day was normal. I loved when she would fuck me, pump a noisy load, stay hard, keep going until she shot another load, and still keep going and unloading until she flopped on me utterly drained, exhausted and happy. She often said once was never enough. Two decades of hormone treatments helped give her the look and feminine feeling she had yearned for in her youth and helped her feel complete, but the treatments also seemed to have robbed her desire for sex. Correction: robbed us. Desire had sadly faded long ago like mauve mist in the sunset. Even mentioning sex could cause heart-breaking emotional turmoil. It had become the one troubling unspoken knife in our otherwise good relationship. Our marriage had settled into stifling boring monotony. We still cared for each other, still loved each other very much (I hoped), still got along well. Despite my recent dalliance, my commitment to her had not wavered. But the blue spark we had once so enthusiastically shared had left the building. I had given up on any type of renewed intimacy until two weeks ago. Now I would pay for my nefarious deed. A noise behind interrupted my black thoughts. She stood in the doorway wearing an orange bathsheet. Her hair was not wet but puddles at her bare feet grew. "I know everything. I know what you did with Pete and Roger and Flynn in their back yard. I know what you did last weekend in Pete's shed. You told me shoot pool and watch footy. Yeah, right. Liar. Did you enjoy the gangbang? Did you get banged up and jizzed good? I haven't even done that!" Her smirking look bored into my horrified face. She laughed at my shameful guilt. I gurgled, mumbled, touched the corner of my mouth. Oh, shit. Forget our nice settled relationship, our eighteen-year special marriage, our strong endearing love and commitment for each other. Hello torment and torture and divorce. Words gummed in my constricting throat. My heart tried to pound through my chest. "Kell, I..." Kelly suddenly burst into a fit of giggles. "What do you think I've been doing on weekends? Golf? Bowling? The gym? No. Trevor and Pete have been banging my greedy ass and I've been breeding them for over six months now." What? I just sat there, gaping, astonished while she laughed at me. Trevor? Peter? My neighbors with my wife? She said, "Even Stacey. She likes you, you rat. And I've done other things, too, with other men. You'd probably be shocked at some of the things I've done ever since my doc changed the hormones. I think he must have given me a super libido boost because all I want to do now is fuck all the time. Sex is in my head and won't go away. That's all I think about! You have no idea how hard it has been keeping my hands off you. And here I thought you weren't interested in me that way any more. But are you? Or do you just want pure men now? Let's see." Kelly smiled at me in an odd way. Thumb and finger pulled. The bath sheet swept away. I gasped and closed my stupified mouth. She looked magnificent. Slightly shorter than myself, heart-shaped face framed by a sexy bubble of almost ghost-white hair, broad shoulders, large boobs with erect nipples aching to be fondled and sucked, muscled stomach tight from workouts, thick waist and boyish hips, trim muscular legs. Her long penis bobbed a few times almost as if inviting me to lunge. Her penis, her cock, her dong, her magnificent pleasure rod. My heart pounded like a jackhammer. I didn't know if it was from the guilt or surprise or her sudden revelation. To me Kelly had always been the most desirable creature in the world. Feminine but with a masculine sexuality and drive. Boobs and cock and ass and sass. Perfect kryptonite. My trans-sexual wife said, "I'm not surprised at what you did, but I am surprised you kept it from me. No more of that. You and I let things go, but now, no more secrets, my love, do you hear me? I am finished feeling guilty and alone and sad and wanting to fuck you bad but not actually doing that." She seductively stepped one bare foot before the other until she stood before me. She looked down and shook her lovely head. "We can stand here and tear our marriage apart or we can fuck it back into shape. I know what I want to do. Do you still want me?" I could not close my astonished mouth. "I'm sorry," I said weakly. "I...really do." "I'm only sorry I didn't have the balls to jump you months ago. My urges were so strong I just ran scared of hurting you. I guess we both were scared of each other. What a stupid thing." She bent, took my head between her long fingered palms, held her face close then kissed me. Our tongues danced. Our lips loved. She broke and stood. Right before my gob-smacked face her proud cock stood upright and solid. I looked up through her breasts at her smirk. She ordered, "Touch me like you used to." I reached. My fingers lightly tapped the stem of her hard upright cock. "Don't be afraid, hun." I grasped the length, held firm, and looked up. I leaned forward, almost breathing on it. "I so missed this. I realize your hand on my dick was one of our glues. You used to do this all the freaken' time, didn't you. And I just wanted to keep you hard all the time. All those tormented years we spent apart. All the neglect. We are going to get things back, you and I. We are going to glue our relationship back the way it should be. That's where your hand belongs now, all the time. Got that?" "Even when we're out?" "That never used to bother you." I leaned forward, took a gamble, and lightly kissed the swollen tip then looked up past her breasts for approval. "The sex club rule applies here, too," she said, wrists now on her hips. "If I want it, you are not allowed to say no." "Never? But I thought -" "Here, stand up and give us your dick, Freak." Despite its painful thumping, my heart skipped with love. She didn't want to kill me! She wanted to fuck me! And I was not allowed to say no! Ever! She called me Freak again and she wants my dick and she wants my hands on hers! It all felt too good to be true. Was there a catch? To hell with feeling shitty. I stood and fumbled. "Oh, fuck, let me do it!" My board shorts fell. She pulled my jocks down and then knelt and took my rapidly swelling stalk into her wide mouth. I gasped. Her oral technique had improved considerably. As I awkwardly pulled the rest of my clothes off I felt her try to swallow me. She had never done that before! Now, she seemed eager and experienced. She sucked strongly, expertly, greedily, gulping wildly. I felt her throat work my crown and I almost lost it. Sensing this, she pulled back with a pop. She patted my stomach. "For a fifty-year old man, your body is stil pretty good. Thank you for keeping it and this in such good shape." "Hey, you're forty-eight and damn fine still, too." "I'm magnificent!" and she attacked my cock again hard enough that I cringed. After a few more moments, Kelly stood and held out her hand. "Come with me, my gob-smacked husband, and you shall learn your shemale wife's true nature." My naked wife pulled me through the house and out in to the dark night. Frogs in the pond croaked. Stars spread above. I glimpsed Alpha and Beta Centauri and the Southern Cross and Spica. Moonlight ghosted the tall gum trees in our little forest. Faint glare on the southern horizon came from the lights of Flinders City 50 km away. On the damp back lawn, Kelly stopped, put her hands on my shoulders and pushed. I dropped. She fell, pushing me onto my back. Cold damp stung. Straddling my hips, she took my upright cock and pressed it between her ass cheeks. She hovered with my tip just at the entrance to her black hole. Smiling, she pushed me inside her warm body. She must have lubed in the shower as she was slick and I easily slid deep. I felt her inner muscles clench me tight. I sighed relief. I felt I was gone home. She took my hand and placed it on her upswept cock. "This is the proper way to talk about important things. Keep it there, love. I am going to be very clear. We are not breaking up. We are going to get our kink back, starting now. That's why we are outside, in our back yard, on this warm night, naked and fucking beneath the stars you so dearly love. I don't give a shit if anyone else hears to see us or even joins in." Kelly leaned forward and placed her fingertips on my sensitive nipples. My left held her hip and thumb pressed her pelvis. My other wrapped around the stem of her cock as if my life depended on it. Her eyes closed and I saw her hanging breasts shift. She squirmed. "I think I might just keep you in me like this for the rest of my life." "I'd...I'd like that." "I am so fucking sorry. I didn't know if you would like the 'new me'." "I'm sorry, too. Why not? And what is the new you?" Her moonlit face gazed down. "I've changed a lot." "I noticed you've been a lot happier." "I swear a lot now." "I noticed. Love it. Don't fucking stop." "I have to cum more than once a day." "Really?" "Morning, noon, evening and night," she almost sang. "No, really, I do. I'm obsessed with sex. Addicted. I can't get enougn now. If I don't cum every day I get skiddish, depressed, moody." She smiled. "Even withdrawn and snappy at you. When I'm at work I have to go somewhere and relieve myself or find someone." "Oh," was all I could say. "You don't hate me? I have had Trevor and Peter and Roger and Flynn and Frank and Amal and, um, Kurt and, well, others. I can't seem to get enough." "Others?" I had thought my wife had gone off sex for good, but now it seemed as if she had become a crazy, wonderful sex addict. I recalled her previous ability as a multi-cummer and I wondered if that was back in full force. She continued. "One guy at work. Couple of guys at the gym, a married couple and several men off an online pickup site. A few guys I picked up at pubs. Threesomes with Trevor and Stacey and Peter. Four different men in a day separately. I have a Grindr account and fucked some guys from there. Are you jealous now?" "Of course I'm jealous. Do you have any idea how much I missed you? How much I missed being desired? I want to hear everything." And, I thought, I want to do all of that with you, too. "You said no secrets." "Have you been naughty with anyone else?" "Honest, no. Just what you know. No one else." She sat up. I rolled her foreskin down and my fingertip rubbed her tip. She squirmed. "I'm going to have to corrupt you then. Here..." She began to move on me. Slow up and down, drawing my cock out then in so we could both feel it, and feel it build. Slower then faster. Her breathing deepened. Her breasts rose and fell. She shuddered. I shuddered. I held her throbbing cock for dear life and pushed up to meet her increasingly savage down-thrusts. She began to bounce. Her body writhed, moved convulsively. With a loud groan she shook. "Damn, I forgot ... how easy it is ... to cum like this ... with you! Oh fuck, oh fuck!" I pushed up hard and felt her anus contract on my sensitive cock. I shared the joy she could have from prostate mini-orgasms. Her powerful legs held my hips in a vice-like grip. Violent spasms carried her voice to heaven. (Somewhere in the distance a dog barked and a Corella cawed.) I moaned myself. Intense feelings of carnality overwhelmed both of us. I watched her body respond to those electric sexual feelings as they built and built until she literally shrieked. Her cock throbbed in my fist, pulsed and shot a massive blast of thick goo. It hit her breast then my chest. As she kept shooting, I cried out and unleased my own volley into her greedy sucking body. She slammed down on me, fell forward, mashing her heavy breasts against my chest. I felt her cock throb again and again, coating us in loving juice at the same time I spasmed into her. Panting, we looked at each other and began to laugh. I couldn't stop laughing. Both of us. She fell against me. I pulled my hand free and hugged her tight. Her anus squeezed me hard. I whispered, "You're caught now. I'm never letting you go, you know that?" Even though I was softening I tried to push further into her. "Freak, you don't get a choice. I refuse to release you. You'll just have to be my sex slave for the rest of your life." She kissed me passionately. Our tongues danced again, this time a lively tune full of voice and spirit. Kelly levered herself up and off me. She stood and held out her hand. "The new me is quite dominant and demanding. I am well and truly finished just being a bottom. Now, I am still hard and nowhere near my limits yet so come with me, my astonished husband, and I shall fuck your ass off the rest of the night. My balls are still loaded and I have a lot more cumming and breeding to do." ### This is an original work of fiction. If you liked this little story, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a hard throbbing, even sticky response, I would positively love to hear from you! Don't be shy and don't hold back. Plug yourself in and stay tuned for the next part. There is more to cum...
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  12. The world suddenly lurches. "Fuck!" I blurt. What is this fabulous stuff? What would his cock feel like in my fingers? In my mouth? My ass. Oh no! Why am I thinking that? But, boy, my body tingles as if a zillion tiny sparks are playing with my nerves. This is exactly the shit I need for my gf! But I can't help staring at this guy's throbbing stiff what-the-fuck-does-that-feel-like cock. I'm straight but man I'm so horny I can feel myself stiffening, too. I am so turned on I can't help my open mouth and shallow breaths. It's just crazy and scary and amazing rolled into one frantic ball of sudden lust. The desire is hitting me like a fucking hammer. I step, reach without thinking. The guy laughs. "See?" he says. "Now you know why I'm naked and hard. Hey, Craven, he looks good, doesn't he. What do you think? Shall we?" Craven, next to him, laughs too. "He's my best mate. I've always thought..." Craven peels off his T-shirt then jeans.
  13. To me, it is not a compeition. Not one vs the other. Remember the TV series Babylon 5? Majel Barrett Roddenberry deliberately went on the series to make this point. The vast universe is way big enough for even far more. At any rate, I'm biased. One of the writers on the Star Trek original series (1960's) was a teacher of mine. I'm more of a Treker. But, hey, Data? ftmbristolukfun that's "fascinating".
  14. The first part of the story contains only gay content. You can find it here. Part II of "In My Neighbour's Back Yard" Should I do it? I thought for at least the thousandth time. Or maybe two-thousandth. Hard to keep track when all I could think about for the past week was sex, sex and more sex. Wonderful, bareback, raw, uncomplicated but passionate sex. And the promise of more. I fidgeted, waiting with mounting excitement and an annoying level of mild guilt. I had showered, I was clean, and nervous as hell. Sweaty palms be damned. Where was that phone message? I glanced over at my dour wife. She lay on the lounge watching TV. Still a good looking woman for her age – shaggy hair coloured light brown, baggy purple t-shirt concealing large breasts, sweat-pants covering long nicely shaped legs – she could move like a smooth pole dancer and capture my heart, but our intimacy had perished years ago when she claimed the dreaded pause from men had hit. She just did not give a shit about my sexual feelings and needs, and she apparently had none herself. So we lived in celibate fakery, a calm existence, punctuated by my odd secret online wankfest. Until last weekend. My phone queeped. I jumped. The anticipated message read: "Me mates are on their way. Get your arse over here now, slut." I took another deep breath, deleted the message, and felt my heart thump harder. The guilt washed over me for a moment. I looked over again. Fuck her, I thought. I have needs. Courage. I can do it, and I'll have a ball, literally. I dug fingers into the chair and made the fateful final decision. Standing, I said, "I'll be off now." "Going next door to see Peter and his boys?" "Yah." "Watch the footy?" Yes. Some of his mates are coming over, too. Maybe shoot some pool as well." "Your new hobby?" She actually chuckled. "Maybe make some new friends." "Sticks and balls and holes," I said, imaging hard fleshy sticks, hanging full balls and yawning male holes. If only she knew. I swallowed. I doubted very much I would see any football as I hoped to be far too busy. "Don't know when I'll be back. Could be late." I felt my heart beat and my eager penis twitch. "Have fun, then," she said and winked at me before tucking her hand between her thighs and turning her attention back to the dull romance movie. It was now a sex scene. I wondered what my sexless wife thought about that. She never looked at me as I slunk out the front door. As I hurried down our long gravel driveway I recalled last weekend. Something amazing had happened. Something that may have changed my life forever. Something maybe I should not have done, but I had and now I have become consumed by it. I craved it again. I thought I was straight, but sex with another man? Oh, yes. The best sex I had ever experienced. Raw, unrelenting, more passionate than anything I had known before. Pure sex for its own sake. I had loved it. My older neighbour Peter and his two sons had been amazing. I yearned for more. A half moon ghosted the pebbly driveway. I live on a private acre property surrounded by other large lots and new homes. Privacy comes from thick trees and shrubs and a brick house set near the middle of the lot. Peter's place next door is private, too, with a large back yard full of old cars and an enormous shed almost as big as a small house. I made my way through the cool evening air to his unlit front porch. Hesitating, heart pounding, I reached and rapped. The solid wooden inner door swung to reveal Peter standing behind the brown screen. His thick body shadowed by a hall light, he pushed the screen door open, grabbed my shirt and roughly pulled me inside. "About fuckin' time, slut!" he snapped. He threw me against the wall and kicked the door shut at the same time. His burly body slammed against me, knocking the breath out through my nose and astonished mouth. He wore a white singlet and nothing else. His thick cock swelled as he smashed against my body and began jabbing it at my crotch. I squirmed and felt his hot breath and scratchy beard on my face. "Get this shit off!" Pressing his heavy body against me, Peter pulled on my belt, tugged on my jeans. Never before had I ever felt such strong desire. My emotions flamed. My instantly hard cock strained. My body tensed, ready for whatever he was about to do to me. I quickly pushed down my tattered jeans, kicked shoes and jocks and pants away. Peter immediately began to thrust his cock against my own stiffening prong. He pulled my t-shirt over and off, grabbed my shoulders and roughly kissed me. His tongue pushed between my stunned lips and flicked against my own. My sweaty palms instinctively slid down his hairy body to his hips and clenching rear. He fiercely bucked against me then shoved me away. Forget romance, forget soft foreplay, this was rough urgent sex and it felt fabulous. "Let's go! They'll be here soon but I can't wait to fuck your tight virgin arse again." Now naked, he pulled me through his house. I stumbled along a sparsely furnished family area around which doorless bedrooms gaped. He tugged me through the door at the back of the room, into the laundry, then out a squeaking screen door, across cement pavers and through another heavy wooden door inlaid with frosted glass. Instead of the back yard, I stumbled into the shed. Some shed! The "shed" was nothing short of an amazing man cave. Spotlessly clean, to our left an ornate, fully stocked bar glistened with bottles, glasses and mirrors. Before us a green pool table stood waiting, balls in formation, cues and triangle neatly racked beside a leather couch. Behind the pool table lay an enormous bed covered by a soft doona. A black iron frame held the king-size mattress just off the carpet. To the right of the bed, a solid metal hook hung screwed into one of the raked ceiling's steel rafters. An enormous flat screen, flanked by tall speakers, dominated the far wall above the bed. Uplamps cast a mysterious soft glow without shadowing. The most amazing thing: egg cartons adorned the walls. Of course: sound proofing. Excellent! Peter pulled me to the bed and literally threw me onto the mattress. Now naked, I bounced and spun onto my back. Up on elbows, my own cock standing, I waited for him to pounce. Instead he stood at the foot of the bed, fists on hips and legs parted akimbo, and gazed down at me. I stared at his big semi-hard cock and barrel shaped tough body. "Assume the position," he ordered. I shook my head. "What?" "On your hands and knees. Do my dick." "Yes, sir!" I scooted down to the end of the bed, reached and gently took hold of his stiff cock. I looked up at his stern face with an obedient puppy-dog expression. "Knock it off and keep me hard." Holding the base, never releasing eye contact, I opened my mouth and took him in. I loved his cock. I sucked and licked, used my tongue to roll back his foreskin, rubbed the tight crown with my lips and tongue, and began to jerk the stem at the same time. Almost like a religion I worshiped that solid, rubbery pole of steely passion. I moaned and slobbered and licked and rubbed, did everything I could think to mount his prurient pleasure. To make him good and stiff before his assault on my quivering body. In a few minutes of exciting work, he had indeed hardened further. He pulled back and twirled his fingers. "You're a good little cocksucker, almost as good as my son Roger. Now, slut, present yourself. Get that round arse up." Obediently, I spun around, positioned myself, looked at the iron bars of the bed's head, and waited. Would I be tied up? Or cuffed? I felt the bed move as he mounted and knee-walked up behind me. I gasped when his thick fingers first slid along my back, then down to my rump. He begin to kneed and part the cheeks. I felt his scratchy beard against my rear then his tongue flick at the sensitive rim of my anus. I shuddered and gasped again in amazement! Sparks of sensation shuddered through my switched-on body. Fuck my wife, I thought, she never did anything like this to me! Behind me, I felt Peter silently rise then slip the bulging tip of his big cockhead between my fleshy cheeks. He pressed against my pucker. Almost panting, head down, I waited. Come on, I thought, I'm more than ready! "Do you remember last weekend?" "Oh, yeah," I breathed. "Really well." "Want it again?" "Oh, yes! Been waiting." Felt him push. "Why didn't you come over? I said the boys could have you if you ever came over. They were keen to tag team." "Didn't want to … oof! … seem too eager or desperate." "Why not? You're our slut now, and if you can take it, we'll fuck you every day." "I can take it. I can take it." "Right, then. Just get you lubed up first." He reached to the side. I heard a snap then felt cool smear at the entrance to my needy rectum. He pushed a finger in and I jerked and let out a gasp. Then his finger was replaced by something bigger, something huge trying to invade my body. I felt his legs against mine then felt myself begin to take the tip of his hard cock. Resistance is useless, I told my body. Just take it. Despite the excitement I tried to relax. I blew out as he pushed slowly and let it happen. I just opened up for him as if my body already knew what to do. Like before, I felt little pain. Instead, a marvellous full sensation filled my body and mind as his thick cock stretched my rectum. I felt him push slowly into me. I couldn't help it. "Oh, fuck yes," escaped my trembling lips. I felt myself dilate further. The fat invader slid in and in until his hips butted against my butt. I was now panting heavily. My own cock remained rigid, parallel to my stomach, constantly jerking. My butt was filled with so much cock I thought my guts might churn. I could not help gripping it firmly with my rear muscles as I waited for him to begin the lovely friction. I felt Peter edge back but not quite out, then very slowly push in again. "Not all the way in yet but we'll get there." Not all the way? How could he possibly stuff any more inside me? I felt him push harder until something gave way and he popped in even further. His hips slammed against my butt and I felt absolutely stuffed by his enormous cock. It felt like a solid pole from which my body dangled. "Good man," he said and patted my rear. He leaned over my back, his heavy weight causing me to shake. He reached around and grasped my tight pulsing rod. He pushed and I collapsed onto my stomach. His legs parted mine. He released me, placed his hands beneath my arms, pulled back then shoved his huge cock in again. I wuffed as he knocked my breath out. Back then in. I could feel every inch slide in and out. I lay with my head on a pillow and wallowed with each thrust as he proceeded to fuck my arse with strong strokes. I loved it! The amazing feelings lept like lightening from my arse through my body causing me to grunt with each of his powerful jabs. Little orgasms began to erupt, one after the other and it became difficult to breathe. How could this get any better? "How's that, slut? I see you remembered what I taught you. I can feel you clenching your arse nicely. I bet I've got you cumming, too." "Oh, I'm cumming alright." Not even trying, I hoped I was automatically giving him as much pleasure as he gave me. "You feel better than Maria," he announced as he more rapidly slammed into me. "I've been banging her for two years. She's eager for it, and she loves anal and threesomes. Have to arrange something with you, but you'll have to play the role of a cuckold and service us. She'll want to see me do this to you. That's what she likes." Sounded like complete bullshit but I was in no position to disagree. Without slackening his pace, Peter said, "Listen, slut, have to warn you about the others. They can get rough and there's a twist." "Ug! A … twist. What's … ug! …that?" "You'll see." "Where are … oof! … Roger and Flynn?" "They're at a mate's. Probably fucking him." A noise diverted my attention. "Hey, Pete!" someone called. "You started without us. And who's this?" Fuck! Embarrassment flashed through me, but there was nothing I could do. Without slowing, Peter said, "Our new fucktoy. This is Ben. We get to bang him tonight." "Cool. I see you've already started doing that." "Ben, this is Trev." A medium size bald man with very dark skin hovered at the edge of the bed. "Hey, Ben," he said. He was already unbuttoning his black shirt. Peter said, "That's Frank, and that one is Stacey, Frank's wicked daughter." I managed to croak, "Hey. Nice, uh, to meet you." I swallowed embarrassment. Here I was, naked, on my stomach on a huge bed being fucked in my nearly virgin arse by another man in front of strangers. I had thought tonight might be men only, but shit, a girl, too. Daughter? Oh, wow. What have I stumbled into? Peter apparently had frequent sex with his own sons, and they with each other, and he knew someone else who maybe did the same. The man definitely had interesting friends. When Peter lifted off my back and pulled out, I released a huge breath, levered myself up onto my hands and knees, turned around and nodded at everyone. A meek, "Hi" squeaked from my dry lips. Peter said, "Ben, here, is our fucktoy for the night. Caught him [banned word] on me boys in the back yard last weekend and invited him to join. He now loves bareback man sex, don't you pig? He is still pretty much a virgin, so tonight we can teach him how to be a good cumdump." Trev, the black man, had almost finished undressing. "Can't wait, man." Medium height and age, his hairless body sported muscles from obvious workouts. He took his hairless soft cock in hand and began to jerk. I watched it quickly inflate from small to large, an amazing transformation. Shorter Frank, maybe around my age, excitedly hopped from foot to foot as he stripped. He stared at my wilting penis and literally licked his lips. Stacey removed her t-shirt revealing modest braless pointed breasts with small nipples. A dragon tattoo fired on her left side. Clearly young, I could not discern her age and feared she wasn't legal, maybe 16 or so. Stacey sported a definite gothic look with short black hair, thick dark eye makeup, black lips and fingernails. In a husky voice, she said, "He looks good enough to fuck tonight." She did not undress further but kept on the short leather skirt, red fishnets and tall black boots encrusted with silver buckles and laces. She sat on the lounge like a queen and crossed her knees. Peter stood next to her. Smiling, she began to stroke his still hard cock before erotically taking it into her mouth. Despite licking him, she never took her dark eyes off me. Trevor stepped up to the side of the bed and presented his penis to my flushed face. "Come on, boy, get this thing up so I can bang your white arse." I took hold and pulled it into my eager mouth. He looked over at Peter and Stacey and winked. "Can't wait!" Frank said again. "Here, give us your dick." Frank hopped over to Trevor who took Frank's excited penis into his hand. I noticed a gold wedding band. "When do you have to leave?" Peter said. His hand smoothed Stacey's short hair while she worked his re-stiffening cock. "I only have an hour. My hubby's at metal-sculpting, and I know he is screwing the teacher after class so it could be longer." "How do you know he's doing that?" Trev laughed. "Because I screw the teacher, too, and he told me." "Can't wait!" Frank bellowed again. He lept onto the bed. He pulled at my hips. Somehow I managed to keep Trevor's hardening dick in my working mouth while Frank probed my butt with his eager waggling dong. "Got it!" he shouted. I felt him suddenly jam up my gaping arse. I gasped, "Fuck!". I was thankful he wasn't as big as Peter but he made up for it in enthusiasm. The man began to root furiously. I grunted around a mouthful of tasty throbbing penis and had to admit to myself I really did love having a cock fucking up back there. Even his digging fingers felt great. And having another on which to suck at the same time brought heaven on Earth. "Shit, man," I heard Stacey say. "Are you that hard up?" Frank said, "I'm that hard! I haven't had it since I fucked you and your boyfriend last Tuesday. Shit, he's slick but tight." "Still a virgin," I heard Peter say. I was sucking a man while another rapidly fucked me. All I needed now was someone else to play with me at the same time. My dick felt hard enough to explode, and the frantic rubbing inside my arse just promoted all those lovely little prostate zaplettes, one after another. It became difficult to breathe through my nose as my body trembled and shook from Frank's pummelling and my nervous system's attempts at mini-orgasms. For a moment I lost it. Trevor snapped, "Hey, dude, I'm almost there." I lunged and sucked his ultra-hard cock back into my mouth so deep I almost gagged. I had heard about swallowing, so I tried to do that. It felt absolutely weird and I just gagged. I said, "Sorry, man," then sucked so hard he laughed. I craned my head and saw Stacey still gently stroking Peter's hard-again cock and watching my face with amusement. Frank suddenly yelled something and shoved so hard that Trevor's cock almost did go down my throat. I coughed loudly. Arms whirling, he stumbled back from the edge of the bed. I held my ground while feeling Frank's pulses shoot warmth into the bowels of my quivering body. Just, wow, even more amazing than I remembered last weekend. I loved the strong throbbing sensations so much I almost came myself. When Frank pulled away I actually gasped. I suddenly felt very empty back there. "Come on," I said almost panting. "More. I can take more." I turned so I could see everyone. Trevor pushed Frank off the bed and immediately raced behind me. He roughly parted my arse cheeks and I felt him probe. When he found the right spot, he shoved hard, almost knocking me down. He grabbed my hips and began to stroke himself in and out rapidly, using my anus like a tight fist. He didn't say a word but breathed heavily. My entire body was forced to sway in time to his powerful pelvic thrusts. I tried to fuck back but he simply pulled and pushed my hips. "Oh, fuckin' yes!" Frank turned to Stacey. "Come on, bitch, I'm ready." Still holding smiling Peter's stiff cock, she casually replied, "No bastard sticks it up my sissy cunt without permission. Not even you, Daddy." "But I'm your father. That gives me permission." "Not at all, twink, Remember: I was the one who seduced you." she commented with a naughty smile. "Oh, I remember alright. Five years ago, wasn't it?" "Six," she said. "I'm not in the mood tonight to bottom for you." She released Peter, stood tall, and swayed over to the bed. I could not see her but I felt her weight next to Trevor. Then I heard the unmistakable sounds of kissing and humming and tonguing. Trevor slowed briefly but then sped up again. I had gone slightly soft but the slapping of his thighs against my rump and the feeling of his big cock shovelling in and out caused me to stiffen again. I felt a hand a hand on my aching cock. Relief! I glanced down and saw it was black nailed Stacey's hand. She was fondling me at the same time as pleasuring Trevor. Her fingers felt divine as she began to rub and stroke. Frank climbed onto the bed on his knees and shoved his cock at my face. I opened and took it in. The bed rocked even more as Peter knee-walked behind thrusting Trevor. "Ready for it, Trev?" he announced. "About time you old [banned word]." "Who you calling a [banned word]?" "You are and you know it, old [banned word] fart." Trevor paused. "Oh, yeah," I heard. "You know I love being the meat in a man sandwich." I remember Peter saying it turned him on when he could fuck a man who was already fucking another man. "Great arse," I heard Peter say. "Nice and round and tight." I was suddenly shoved onto my stomach. My legs and arms shot out and I cried in surprise. Peter had jammed himself into Trevor and was fucking hard enough to push us all down. Stacey fell onto the bed next to me. I felt her firm breasts press against my body and her breath on my ear. I felt Trevor's cock forced in and out by Peter's savage thrusting. Stacey's teeth slid on my earlobe and then her lips and tongue wet my face as I was bounced on the bed. "Just wait," she whispered, "until I get to you." I twisted my head. Her eager dark rimmed light blue eyes loomed before she began to kiss me. Two kisses then her tongue flicked. I couldn't believe it. I was being fucked by one man while another fucked him. A young girl was kissing me while pressing her half naked body against mine, and her father was wanking himself next to my head, too. I began to pant heavily. The strong sensations rose in my arse and suddenly exploded through my body. Lightening cracked. The sky split. Thunder roiled. I yelled. My cock did not shoot but it felt as if everything else did. Stacey stuck her tongue between my lips as her lips mauled. Peter yelled, "You fuckin' did it, mate!" "Yeah!" Trevor called. "I can feel you cummin'. And I am, too! Oh yeah!" At the same time Peter unloaded into Trevor, Trev blasted into me. "It just turns me on too much when someone else participates at the same time." Trevor and Peter pulled away and stepped off the bed. I caught a glimpse of Trevor's swollen wet and dripping cock. I had had that up my rear! I felt wet drip down my leg. He and Frank must have filled me pretty good. Stacey rolled away and off the bed. She went back to Peter, knelt, and took his spermy cock into her mouth. I could hear the slurping. "Good, girl," he said. "About time!" Frank slid straight back into my rectum and began to root quickly. I could hardly feel his smaller cock. He slapped my bum and complained, "He's not tight any more. Too stretched by you big boys." I clamped hard and Frank yelped. "Oh, yeah, that's better." He fucked on for several minutes until he finally began to "Ha…ha…ha…ha…" and jammed himself against me. I could feel him squirt several times before pulling away. I rolled over onto my back and gestured to Frank. "My turn?" He just looked at me and laughed. "Can't, mate. I'm shot and I gotta go and can't have a leaky arse." I watched Trevor and Frank begin to dress. "Too bad," Peter said. "No seconds tonight." "Well," I called, "could I fuck anyone else here?" Laughing, Frank and Trevor both left quickly. This was it? I thought. I mean, the group experience felt terrific and I was already craving another dick, but that's it? Quick fucks and everyone is gone in half an hour? "I have my car," Stacey announced. "Tell you what," she said to Peter, "I'm horny as a raging goat. How about I fuck him and then spend the night keeping you awake?" Peter grinned and nodded. "Sounds like a good plan." "Right," she said rubbing her hands together. "First, I'll just make sure you're ready for me." She crawled onto the bed, leaned down and sucked my dick into her impatient mouth. I caressed her short hair then smooth back as her head bobbed and she licked and sucked me to further hardness. It didn't take much. She sat up and gazed down at my smiling face. "Okay, boy, here we go. Hope you're ready." She balanced on her knees, reached behind, unzipped her leather skirt, unwrapped it and tossed it to the side. There before my astonished and delighted face proudly stood a very beautiful, very hard, very ready penis. A brilliant cock supported by two large tight testicles. It stood up for me as if begging. I looked up and she smirked. "Didn't expect that, did you?" Peter laughed, too. "Remember the house rule, slut. Have fun with him." He turned and left the room. Stacey pushed me onto my back and crawled over my body. "Are you a she or a he?" I blurted. "Either," Stacey said. "I prefer she, but I'm half and half. Sometimes I'm taken as a boy cross-dresser and other times a trans. Either way is fine. These boobs are natural but I have a boy's hips. I like to dress and act female sometimes, and male other times. Tonight you got Stacey instead of Stan. But what matters to me most is fucking." She parted my legs with hers, dropped her hips and pressed that amazing cock against me. My legs instinctively wrapped around her thrusting rear. In seconds she had fully embedded herself. Her Goldilocks cock was just right: not too big, not too small, just right. It filled me like no other. She lay down on my body, making sure her nipples and firm breasts pressed against mine. Her smirking face stared down at my astonishment. "How's that feel?" My hands slid down her back. "Um, simply amazing. You feel terrific." "Of course I do!" After another kiss, I felt her begin to move. Out then in, out then in, slowly at first then faster and faster until she was literally pummelling my body. Laughing, she held herself up with her harms and fucked even harder. I slipped my hands down to her tight round butt and held on as she fucked me with wave-like motions. The raw sexual sensations became even more amazing. It didn't take long, maybe only a few minutes, but it felt almost like forever. When it happened her eyes widened, she yelled loudly, "Fuck, I'm filling you!" I felt her magic cock spurt and spurt and spurt. She did not stop shoving the entire time, she just kept at it even after finishing. "Feels fucking great. Going to do it again." She stayed amazingly hard and continued to use my body for her enormous pleasure. It was as if the strong orgasm had not diminished her desire but instead renewed and increased it. This time her thrusts became stronger, more powerful, insistent, demanding. I lay beneath her body and revelled at my great fortune. After she came very loudly a second time, she withdrew, squatted while still hard, and regarded me with a tipped head. Her hand slipped up and down my own stiff, aching shaft. "I could keep going but I think you need something. I want to give it to you. You have permission. We'll do it bareback. I never rubber up. And do not pull out." I would have been happy if she wanted to keep doing me but instead, she straddled my hips and lowered her thin hot body. My aching cock sunk deep into her trembling body. Eyes closed in rapture, she then rose and fell, fucking me at her own pace. I watched her face twist as her pleasure mounted. When I tried to move my hips, she mashed down on me and shook her pretty head. Five minutes later she lay full on my body, grabbed my arms and rolled us until I was on top. Her legs tightened together, capturing my prong. She shoved up, encouraging me to fuck her. Which, of course, I did. I held her thin body and shoved myself hard and deep, over and over and over, until I felt that wonderful tingling in my legs then balls then dick. Just as I was about to cum, she cried, "Wait!" she and pushed me off. The nearly nude half-girl scampered off the bed and hopped up on the pool table. With a wicked smile she crooked her finger at me and parted her booted legs wide. Her amazing cock remained standing and wet and wanting. I crawled off the bed and stood before her. She reached, grabbed my dick, and roughly pulled me against the solid table. She levered my hard knob beneath her ballsac, reached around and pulled at my arse. She scooted forward and I pushed until I was once again engulfed in warm, tight heaven. She kissed me and began to move and pant immediately. Her legs rose and encircled my waist, tugging me deep. Then she slowly lay back onto the table. Her arms flailed and pool balls clicked, snapped and rolled. One sunk. "Come on. Do me. I need it. Shoot your hot jizz into me." I reached for her breasts – they felt soft and natural – leaned down and tongue-flicked an erect nipple. She squirmed and began to hunch me. She smacked her palms against my head and glared up at me. Through gritted teeth, she hissed, "Come on! Fuck that load into me!" I pushed hard. I rooted fiercely. I jammed as deep into her as I could, almost at machine-gun pace. My breaths deepened. I panted heavily. I was incredibly turned on. I went at it for minute after minute while she twisted and moaned. Soon that incredible electric feeling shot through my body, from my groin down my legs and out through my arms. Just as I began to pulse I felt her wonderful cock, wedged between our heaving stomachs, spurt again, showering us with sticky magic spunk. She squirmed, yelled something, gritted her teeth and continued to fuck me with increased savage power. "Give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me!" That was it. My body tensed, electrified further, and I let loose with a blood-curdling banshee scream. I pushed very hard, jammed myself into her as far as I could and let loose. My triumphant cock blasted. Uncontrollable powerful spasms ruled the universe as she grabbed my head and thrust her tongue deep. Her entire youthful body writhed as she took in shot after shot of my horny juice. I could feel her own cock and anus respond and pulse, too, adding more glue to our wanton union. When she let go, I pushed up, panted heavily, and began to laugh. She laughed, too. "Wow, I really felt that. How ya doing?" "Pretty damn good," I puffed. "You came and you're still hard." "Sure am." "You can stay like this and keep on going?" "I don't go down until I'm done. I can cum, keep going, and cum again. Each time just pushes me onto the next. I can do it for hours." "Dinkum?" "True blue." "Krikey." We stopped moving and laughed together at the stupid comments. She slapped my arm. "I can keep doing this all night but you look exhausted. You certainly came hard and long. It felt fuckin' great, let me tell you. I loved it." On a whim I said, "How old are you?" "Same age as Flynn." That would make her nineteen. That meant she seduced her father when she was thirteen. That meant she was more than thirty years younger than myself and had more than forty years between herself and Peter. I wondered what her amazing life had been like. What was it like growing up? When did she start having sex? She seduced her father? How? When did she decide she was female or had she always been like that? What he really a cross-dresser or a she transperson? So many stupid questions! None of them mattered. Only the feelings, the urges, the craving for more raw sex. I pushed up and off and pulled out. She levered herself up, laughed, and flicked my wet bouncing cock. "Cool. Oops, don't want to mess the felt." She swung a booted fishnetted leg around and spritely hopped off the table. "Listen, you're cool. I like the way you feel. How about we do this again, just us, okay?" Her finger trailed down my sticky chest. "I can fuck you for a whole afternoon, and I'll give you permission again. What do you say?" How could I refuse an angel? "Let me know when and where and I'm yours." Peter came back into the room with a beer. Stacey pecked my cheek and hopped over to him. "Hey, there." She sidled up against the burly bearded man who wore only a singlet. Her hand fondled his penis as she kissed his cheek. Hers still stuck up strong. "You wanna fuck?" Shocked, I said, "What are you doing?" She smiled at me. "He has permission. Besides, house rule. I'll have his boys later after they get home, too. We'll have an all-nighter." Oh, yes, I thought. The house rule: not allowed to say no to sex. "What about your boyfriend?" "Oh, fuck no. Dushan's a one-shot wonder. So is Dad, but you somehow got two out of him tonight, so you did well." I shook my head in amazement and slight jealousy. Peter gets to fuck with an energetic, demanding teen who can go at it the entire night. I forced my heart calm. He motioned to me. "Get yourself cleaned up and mosey on home. I'll let you know when I've arranged the threesome with Maria." "Maria?" Stacey said in mock astonishment. "You still banging that neglected nymphomaniac housewife?" "We're down to once a week." Peter wrapped a big arm around her shoulders, bent his head, and kissed the, um, delightful girl who had just filled my arse. Gob-smacked was the least of my problems. I could seriously get to like her and knew that would be a very stupid move. I sat on the toilet and felt a large amount of fluid drip. I cleaned and dressed. I heard giggling noises and laughter and creaking from Peter's doorless bedroom. I tiptoed through the family room and peeked. Her smaller body lay on top of him. His hands held her undulating rump. His legs hooked over her shoulders as she strongly fucked into his wicked arse. She suddenly let loose a loud orgasmic shout and, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I watched her whole body spasm. She turned her head, smiled at me, and continued to fuck him. I grinned, nodded and waved. I knew I could have joined them – house rule – but instead I left. As I staggered back home, my legs trembled. I felt weak but my heart continued to beat strongly. And my empty anus, well, I needed another cock back up there as soon as I could arrange it. I knew I would crave that full feeling forevermore. I found my wife still spread out on the couch. I paused and gazed down at her. Why did she have to be such a prude? She had given up on the most wonderful thing in the universe: sex. But that had driven me onto something greater and much more spiritually fulfilling, not to mention physically. Sex with men was definitely far better and much purer. She woke and looked up. "Did you have fun?" I chuckled. "Yeah, I did." "How was the game?" "Invigorating," I said. "Energetic. More than I expected. Bit of a surprise, too." "Lots of sticking on that pool table?" "That, too." She looked up at me and actually smiled. "As I said before, it is always good to have a hobby. One needs pleasure in one's life." Guilt washed my soul for a moment before I told it who was boss. My wife winked at me and smiled. And I wondered. ### July 2021 by Hozzel. Authors notes: I was not sure which part of Breeding Zone this should should be posted, so I posted it in the same area as part 1. This is an original work of fiction. The characters are all invented but the story stems from a real experience related to me many years ago by a spunky online friend from Sydney. We used to exchange scalding hot emails, and had a great deal of fun describing what we would do to each other. He had gotten off on my Mistress J and mansex stories, and he gave me permission to use his real all-male gangbang experience in a story. He described himself as a multi-cummer who loved being restrained and fucked for an hour solid by his top buddy and his buddy's mates. As he travelled cross-country for work, we agreed to get together when he was in my state. He promised to fill my virgin arse with many loads and I promised he could bottom for me, too. Sadly, he passed away from asbestosis before the fun-filled hookup could happen. This one's for you, mate. It would have been one hot afternoon. I would love to hear your thoughts about part III. What would you like? What will happen? If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a hard throbbing wet response, I would positively love to hear from you! Always up for email fun, too. Ping me at my pseudonym, athenamorgansbox at gmail dot com.
  15. In My Neighbour's Backyard By Hozzel A loud noise from the neighbour's backyard first attracted my attention. A solid thumping noise, as if someone punched metal over and over. A strange, weird noise accented each thump, like repeated grunts, with a staccato rhythm, "Uh...uh...uh..." Curious, I snuck between the leafy shrubs up to the corrugated iron fence and peered between the branches into their big back yard. Next to a big shed, the yard was littered with old cars, parts of old cars, wheels and tyres. "Oh, fuck!" I heard. The vision startled me. I hopped back, shocked and aroused at the same time. I quickly peeked over the fence again. 18-year-old Roger, the younger brother, spread face-down over the bonnet of one of an old car. His fists beat the dirty white bonnet while his bare bum and legs quivered from the hammering he received from his older completely naked brother, Flynn. Mouth open, I realized my breathing had deepened and I had become instantly solid. Flynn fucked fast and hard into his brother. I could hear his hips as they quick slapped against Roger's bare arse. I saw Flynn's fingers curl and then heard Roger yelp when he thumped the bonnet again. Between his spread legs I could just make out Roger's tight balls and stiff cock. It flopped up and down with every pelvic punch from eager Flynn. As I stared I realized Roger was pushing back in time to Flynn's heavy thrusts. They were fucking each other. Roger yelled, "Harder, harder!" and Flynn went into overdrive. Clearly no one was being forced here. The boys wanted to do this. "Hey! Not without me!" Their dad ran around the corner of the shed, dropped his board shorts and kicked them away. My mouth hung further open as I marvelled at his big hardening cock. The grey fuzz surrounding the thickening base was not enough to hide its size. Is he going to…? "What have I told you boys about doing it in the open!" Guilt and shame suddenly washed through me. I was spying on my neighbours having incestuous male sex. I was peeking, [banned word], a naughty voyeur. And they were men! I wasn't into men, although I had secretly enjoyed trans and gay porn and got off from it. I knew my straight-laced wife would throw a tizzy if she caught me with the porn or doing this. Luckily she was out shopping. I could not help myself and simply had to spy again. Peter, their bear-shaped bearded dad with a dragon tattoo on his left upper arm, stepped up behind Flynn, roughly grabbed the boy's narrow hips and thrust that great big hard thing into his son's skinny arse. He didn't take his time and ease it in, he pushed hard and grunted loud, causing Flynn to shout. "Fuck, Dad!" "There's a real bareback cock in ya now," the older man said firmly. He slammed against his older son and the late teenage son pushed against his younger brother. "I know you love it up the arse just as much as Rog." Flynn cried out as his father began to fuck like mad and let out a continuous loud moan. It escalated into a non-stop holler which quavered from his pounding. The hairy older man held his son's hips and just hammered relentlessly. Flynn shook from the body hits and Roger kept pounding the bonnet and yelping, "Shit, that's good!" That was it. Decency be damned! Intrigued, I unzipped, pulled my hard dick out and began to wank the foreskin back and forth. I watched them go at it for the next five minutes. Peter, clearly a strong fucker, never missed a beat. He never slowed or paused except to change his footing. He fucked his boy hard, with an ongoing animal growl, until, suddenly, I saw his shaking rear clench. I heard a loud grunt and watched the boys' father jam hard and deep. "Feel that? Fuckin' loading you, boy," Peter said loudly. Roger yelled something like, "You fuckin' got me goin'! Gaaa…" I glimpsed his cock jerking and guessed he was coming, too. Their dad slapped and grunted a few more times then pulled out. His singlet topped chest heaved from deep breaths. Fluid dripped from his son's arse. He turned toward me and motioned, "Come on over and join in!" I could not believe it. I was caught! Embarrassed, I scrambled back. I heard, "Come on, hop over, Ben. It's okay, isn't it boys?" Peter's bearded face appeared on the other side of the fence. "I knew you were [banned word] on us. My boys like to be fucked and they don't mind bein' watched. They do it to each other all the time. They're supposed to keep it inside but on a day like this, what can I say? Perfect weather for havin' a root outdoors." He turned and called, "Hey, boys! Would you like to have a go with Ben?" I heard thumping on the car and, "Yeah!" Then the rhythmic squeaking of the car resumed as Flynn fucked into his young brother again. "Hang on," I said, tucked myself away, and came back with a step-stool. Peter helped me over the fence. "Strip off," Peter instructed. He reached down and unbuckled my belt. "Can't fuck properly with all this gear." He quickly removed all my clothes. "You're hard as a rock," he observed, fondling my erection. It felt weird having another man paw at me, but in my aroused state, I actually liked it. Wearing flipflops only, I walked barearse naked, with their father's fingers rubbing my knob, up to the rooting lads. I had visited their home only once before and now something made sense. All the inside doors had been removed. No secrets. Easy access. I had heard yelling and even screaming before and now I knew the cause. Peter pointed, "Don't be shy, mate. My boys really like to suck and fuck. There's a nicely slick arse right there for you. Go ahead, stick it in. Or would you rather be the bottom?" He shoved me toward his sons. "Both," I stammered. I knew what he meant. Flynn pulled out of his brother, stepped to the side. I stood behind the young boy and looked down at his rear, right where his older brother's cock had just been. "Go ahead," ordered their father. "He'll love it." "Yeah," Roger chirped. "Stick it in me bum." I shook my head, stepped up and pressed the swollen head of my cock between the boy's cheeks. What the fuck was I about to do? When I hesitated, Flynn shoved me in the back and I suddenly pushed all the way into Roger. My shocked dick went in easily. One push and I penetrated deep. It felt unbelievably snug and positively marvelous. I felt Roger's internal muscles clench and clench on me as he started to move. My wife had never, ever, allowed anal sex. For that matter, sex between us had become almost non-existent for years. But now, here it was, I was doing anal for the first time, and doing it with a teenage boy, my neighbour's youngest son. Gay sex. I was not freaked out, and it felt wonderful! I would never be the same again. "Go ahead," Flynn said to me. "He likes it rough." I placed my palms on Roger's hips and, started to shove in and out. Roger grunted with each of my thrusts. "Uh…uh…uh… Fuckin' come on," he snapped. "Give it to me!" Right. I grabbed his bony hips and began to pound into him. The intense sensations mounted quickly. It wouldn't take long. I slowed, trying to draw out the feelings and my quickening climax. "Too good," I muttered. "Here," I heard Peter say, "see if you like this." He stepped up behind me and took my hips in thick-fingered hands. I stopped and felt his big cock push between my arsecheeks. Stunned, I held still and let him have his way. Flynn said, "Dad likes to fuck us when we're fucking each other." This was another wonderful fantasy: to be taken over and over by another man or a strong trans. I had dreamed what it would feel like when a real penis fucked into my guts instead of a broom handle. Now here it was and the reality felt far hotter. Peter slowly pushed into me. It felt like a huge slug invaded my body. I stood rock still, leaned over Roger, felt all the astonishing sensations, and panted while his father slowly slid his enormous prick up my rectum. This was great! When I felt his hips against my rear, he paused and said, "You're fuckin' tight. How does that feel?" "Good," I breathed. "Huge. Full." "Hurt any?" "Barely," I admitted. In fact, there was almost no pain, just the feeling of being stretched and stuffed full. I had no idea I could take that much. "Like it?" "Love it," I said truthfully, bent over his son. "Good. You must be a natural. Here goes, slut." He pulled almost out then pushed himself back into me. I let out an explosive breath. I could feel his entire cock slide in and out as he began to fuck, a fabulous carnal feeling. Soon he was fucking me quickly. This caused me to do the same to Roger. My own penis swelled further as it slipped inside the boy's arse. Peter shovelled and something inside my rear began to tingle. It felt as if an orgasm was quickly rising. In an attempt to hold off I huffed "Oof! How often do you do this?" "All the time," Flynn said. "Do you like it, Rog?" I asked. I slid my palms over the youth's bare back while Peter fucked me with short, jabbing strokes. "Fuck, yeah." "Do you ever get to do it? Get to top?" "Yeah. But I like being a cumdump best." "You do it with anyone else?" "Sure. When me mates or Flynn's mates come over. Or Dad's buddies." Their father suddenly slammed into me, knocking my breath out through my nose. "Yeah, he's a right cumdump, Roger is. Flynn, too. I'm getting' there. How're you doin'?" "Fuckin' hell, I think you're screwing my prostate," I said. "I'm coming without squirting." My body twisted in pure pleasure as a fluidless orgasm flashed through me. I had never felt anything like it before and it was unbelievable! Despite coming, my erection remained hard inside Roger's arse, and I felt as if I could do it again immediately. But I felt Peter ram himself against my buttocks, felt his enormous cock swell even further, and felt him begin to pulse inside me. Felt the strong volleys of thick warm fluid as he shot into me, over and over. It triggered my own stronger orgasm. I could no longer hold back. I yelled very loud and shot over and over into the teenage boy. "What'd ya scream like that that for?" "Better that way," I panted. "Like karate. Yelling and screaming makes it feel stronger. Greater punch." "Have to remember that at the next gangbang." The weight on my back suddenly lifted. My anus felt empty, my rear cool and exposed. Peter smacked my bum. "That your first time, mate?" "Yah." "Cool. Ready for more?" I started to stand up. My legs felt weak. I shook briefly, but I stammered, "Okay." "Anyone else want another round with our new slut? He's been broken in." Roger levered himself off the car and faced me. He was hard again. Long and thin and straight up. "I want to fuck you." "Go ahead," I heard Peter instruct. "Ben, here, is our new fucktoy." Roger stood before me, grabbed my arms roughly, and pulled my body against his. For a skinny boy, he was quite strong. Face close, I felt his hot breath then lips on mine then tongue as he tried to lick my own tongue. What the hell, I let him, and returned the passionate kiss. My hands descended to his round rump and I felt his hard cock rub against mine. He then wrestled me to the dirt. On my back, eager Roger spread my thighs with his hips and knees and proceeded to fill me nicely. Grinning, he pushed up over me and began to fuck me in earnest with long steady strokes and panting breaths. Flynn fell onto his brother. Roger paused while Flynn inserted. And then their father, his fat renewed, stepped between our legs and pushed into his older son. My legs stretched wide, I revelled in the amazing but awkward four-way fuck. "He's ours, now. Let's go, boys! Breed him! Knock him up!" "You gonna poz him, Dad?" "Why not!" Three more loads in my butt later, Flynn and Roger took turns sucking and licking me hard again. I felt ready to fuck once more. Instead of being worn out, I was super-charged, energized for the next hit of fantastic, shameless sex in my neighbour's sunny backyard. My rear tingled with only slight soreness. The boys, however, pissed off, literally leaving me with their insatiable father. Peter placed his hands on the old car, arms straight, spread his hairy legs and offered himself to me. "I'll teach ya how to bottom, ya old cunt." He did. He came hands free, too, this time screaming like a banshee. Me, too. After, as he escorted me back to my home, he said, "My buddies'll be over Saturday night. You can be the slut at the centre of our next gangbang. In fact, come over any time. We have a 'not allowed to say no' policy." I nodded and admitted, "Sounds great. Love to." I had loved it. The feeling of their cocks filling my arse still tingled nicely. I had crossed a new line in my life, one I was not about to reject. "Applies to you, too, of course. Whatever any of us wants, you have to obey." "Sure." Late that afternoon, my frumpy wife commented that I seemed in a particularly happy mood and asked what I had done during the day. "Hopped over the fence and visited the neighbours," I said. "Turns out we have a hobby in common, so I might be spending more time over there. I'm going over to watch the footy Saturday night." Visions of men taking me raw danced in my new-found wicked imagination. "That's nice, dear," she said. "Always good to have a hobby." ### July 2021 by Hozzel. This is a work of fiction. It is not based on a real event. Or is it? If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a throbbing response, I would love to hear from you! Always up for email fun, too. Ping me at athenamorgansbox at gmail dot com.
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