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I cleaned-up this story quite a bit. While it is, to the best of my knowledge, a work of fiction, I gotta say it makes me uncomfortable. ********************************************************************* My BF and I went to an interesting event tonight. A friend of mine throws bondage parties. He has a full dungeon built into his basement which includes both an interrogation room and a viewing room. The later contains a one-way mirror at one end like those police line-up rooms. He stages viewing parties for select friends. We were invited because sometime back, I was the 'victim' of one of these viewing parties. My BF and our friend got in contact, and as it became clear they had common interests, approached me to see if I was game for some kinky action. The idea was that I would be raped by the interrogator, and all the scene would be viewed by guests in the viewing room. It didn't take much for me to agree, and the scene was very, very hot. After the event, we all became friends and he invited us over to watch that night's show. The show that night was of particular interest because the 'victim' was a newbie. And yes, for those who are concerned about such things, the host keeps a file in which the 'victim' gives a signed consent to the night's activities. The disclaimer runs something like this: "You have agreed to a live rape scene to be viewed by various individuals. No condoms will be used, and the top who breeds you may be HIV positive." The 'victim' signs his consent, without knowing exactly when it would happen. The 'victim' also can identify any limitations (other than those express in the agreement) and the host accommodates. At the appointed time, my BF and I and our fellow viewers were in the viewing room, stroking our meat, awaiting the commencement of the nights revels. About 5 minutes later the door to the interrogation room swung open and a big guy, I would assume in his late 30, came in pushing a hooded person. The hooded guy's shirt was ripped and his hands were tied behind his back. The hooded person tripped and fell to his knees on the floor. The guy came up behind him and yelled something I couldn't understand but later made out to be something like "I'm going to teach you that you'll never feel safe to walk home along again you little faggot." He pushed the victim down to the floor, grabbed one leg and dragged him close to the mirror. The victim was kicking and trying to get back up. The big guy grabbed a fist full of the back of the hood and tightended it. You could see the outline of the victim's nose, mouth, eyebrows. He finally let it loose or else he would have suffocated the person. He pushed his head forward and it hit the mirror and bounced back. The big guy ripped the victim's shirt the rest of the way off him and picked him up by the back of the neck and pulled him over to a table that was set up and bent him over it. Attached to the table was a dog collar on a chain. The guy snapped the dog collar around the guy's neck so he couldn't stand upright and was now locked to the table. The big guy started rubbing his crotch, all the while eyeing the victim's ass. The latter was still flailing about and screaming something I couldn't make out through the glass. The big guy grabbed a flog and started flogging the victim. Soon enough the victim's screams died out and his legs started to buckle. About this time the big guy pulled-down the victim's pants and shorts. We all knew where this was going. I was not the only one who's cock was rigid. The big guy spent another minute or so flogging the hooded guy until it looked like his legs could no longer hold him up. His ass and back were red from the hits. The hooded person was whimpering and crying and was now buck ass naked. At this point the big guy started talking to the hooded victim. Basically declaring his dominance and said that he could do virtually anything to him. He reminded him that the victim had no clue where he was and that they were underground and the cell was padlocked so there was no way to get out. He asked the hooded figure if he understood the situation he was in. The hooded person whimpered a weak 'yes'. Now the big guy had his cock out and was stroking it, walking around looking at the bottom's ass and smacking it hard every now and then. He would continue to say things like "Why the fuck does a faggot like you think he can just walk around the streets." and demeaning shit like that. In mid reply from the hooded guy, the big guy, lubed up and ready, just pushed his cock up into the guy's ass. Needless to say, the bottom let out a big scream. This was not a sweet fuck scene: this was as close to rape as we could simulate. The big guy just kept pushing and thursting in and out of the guy's ass. He screamed but being collared to the table and handcuffed, clearly couldn't do a thing. Finally, the big guy disconnected the collar from the table allowing the guy to stand upward, and he pulled off the hood. He swung him around to the mirrored wall and said "This is what it looks like when a real man takes what he wants you little bitch." and he continue to pound the guy's ass. I surmise the bottom was about 30 or so. He looked like he had been around the block more than once, and for his own reasons, felt the need to push his sexual experiences to a new level. For all of his cries, he had solid hard on. The big guy pulled out from fucking him, swung the guy around and pushed him down to his knees and shoved his cock into his mouth. He face fucked his rough for a good 10 minutes, manhandling the guy to serve the top's cock and ass. Eventually the bottom was laying on the concrete floor as the top pinned his head between his ass cheeks, all the while beating his thick bull meat. Not surprisingly, all of the guys in the viewing room were rock-hard, and were either beating-off or had already cum by this time. The big guy stood up, grabbed the bottom by his hair and shoved him flat against the mirror (which, from his reaction to the glass, must have been quite cold), twisted his head to the side and shoved his dick back up the bottom's ass. The was very interesting because we could see the bottom's cock sliding up and down against the mirror. He was very hard and leaving a pre-cum trail along the mirror. Fortunately the bottom was positioned in such a way we had a view of the big guy's cock pounding this bottom's ass. I was close to cumming at this point. I normally would be happy to suck off all the guys in the viewing room, but I was much more interested in watching the culmination of the rape scene. And so it was, soon enough the big guy started grunting. We could see cum running out of the bottom's ass. He likewise shot his load, albeit all over the mirror. For what it's worth, his pleasure was apparently tempered, as there were tears running down his cheeks. When the big guy finished blowing his load, he pulled out, and ordered the bottom to clean the cum off of both the top's cock and the mirror. The top then spat in the bottom's face, put the hood back over his head and dragged him back up the stairs saying he was done with him now and he's going to throw him back out onto the street with the other fags. Our host, who blew his load about this time. Smiling, he said he would ensure the bottom got home safely, and he hoped we all enjoyed that night's rape scene. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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English is not my mother tongue so please excuse my typos etc. Part I It was a normal day for Daniel. Boring work in the office, small talk with his co-workers during coffee break and couch and Netflix afterwards. The only thing that seemed somewhat exciting was his online activity. He had several profiles on all the gay dating websites and apps. Most of them were anonymous, showing no pictures of his face but maybe one or two of his body. After all he was proud of his muscles and liked to show them off a bit. Most of the time he only tried to get some dick pics from other users online, to wank too, or exchange some hot videos. At 25 Daniel was somewhat afraid of real sex. He came from a very catholic family and was always told, that sex without being married or even worse gay sex, would lead to STIs which would then lead to certain death. Even though growing up he realised that this was non-sense, the fear of him catching anything remained. The few times Daniel had sex; he was very cautious of being safe. Condoms were used basically for everything, even wanking and he only got penetrated once by a friend in college. He did like it, but his friend was too annoyed of always covering up for the smallest bit of interaction so that they eventually stopped their intimate relationship. For the last year or so Daniel didn’t meet up with anyone for sex, and even though he was horny basically all the time he only ever wanked to videos people sent him. He preferred bareback videos, they seemed forbidden and hot at the same time. He loved stroking his dick while he watched “Assbreeder82” fuck yet another twink. “Assbreader82” was an online user on one of the dating websites Daniel was using. One of the only ones that didn’t stop writing after they realised, that Daniel would probably never meet up for actual sex but was only hunting for more videos and pictures to wank too. Quite the opposite was the case, he called Daniel his little fan boy, and whenever he fucked another guy and filmed it, he sent it to Daniel. They had been doing this for quite a while now, and Daniel watched “Assbreeder82” fuck quite a number of guys, always bare and always cumming inside their unprotected holes. “Assbreeder82” was a daddy-type kind of guy. He was quite hairy with a well-defined torso and a beautiful cock that must have been about 19 cm long and quite wide. He certainly always stretched the bottoms hole and a number of them complained that it was to thick. He however didn’t seem to be bothered by that and simply held poppers under their noses and told them they knew what they were getting themselves into. While Daniel was laying on his couch, checking his messages and settling in for yet another evening at home, he got a message from “Assbreeder82”: Hey fanboy, what are u up to tonight? Daniel got excited, Assbreeder82 only contacted him when he got new content to watch and Daniel could really use some excitement today. Nothing much, just chilling on my couch. Got any new vids for me ? He didn’t have to wait long for a reply. Not quite, but I do have something more exciting for you! Interested fanboy? Daniel was curious what his chat partner was up to. It was unusual for him to be so mysterious, their chat was usually rather flat. Him sending him a new video and Daniel replying with praise and horniness how amazing it looked. Nethertheless he answered. Oh a surprise for me ? You bet I am interested coming from you. The familiar sound of him receiving a message followed shortly after. You’re in luck, I am fucking a twink today and would like some audience. So you will join us today. I know you do not want to get involved and I am fine with that. I respect your boundaries… at least to some extent. But unless you show up today and prove to me you are a real fanboy; you will stop getting videos from me. You can film or just watch, that’ll be up to you but there are no clothes allowed. Here is the address, and that is the boy I will be inseminating today. Be ready for some nice pig action, and don’t bail on fanboy or should I rather say …. Daniel- While reading Daniel had been getting quite horny, but after reading the last sentence he was in shock. Daniel never told Assbreeder82 his real name, nor did he give up any information that would clue anyone who he was in real life. Yet this man new his firstname, and if so who knew what else. He was in a state of excitement and horror and surely horny as fuck. He realised, that he loved the power Assbreeder82 seemed to have over him. He liked the demanding tone the message had and most importantly, he couldn’t wait to see the main character of all his wanking fantasies, fuck right in front of him. Daniel got ready. This would be an exciting day after all, he thought. Then he left his apartment. More to cum 😃
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I've recently uploaded some pics and vids (vids on other sites of course) of me being fucked and bred during a hot massage session in London, but I'm looking for more, so I can pretty replace all of my old ones. Is there anyone in/near Brighton who can help? I'm looking for general naked pics, but I'm also be looking for pics/vids of me being fucked (bareback of course). I have no idea at the moment if there would be anyone I'd bring along (I'd need to come to you), so it might be a case (if you're up for it) of you taking the pics and vids and the one fucking/breeding me. If you have any friends who would be interested in being involved, I'm open to suggestions. To make it clear, I'm a mature age guy (who still seems to get plenty of action, so I must have something going for me), not a fit twink or muscular stud. I'll be looking at arranging something mid/late July (when I should have a bit more time). Cheers!!
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“How much further is it Uncle Cliff, “I asked. The sweat was pouring off my face, had coated the lenses of my Oakley’s , and ran onto my chest. Even though it wasn’t quite noon, the Greek sun was powerful overhead. Uncle Cliff on the other hand, strode a few steps ahead of me, just as happy as a lark. I guess his choice to wear just his Speedo to make the trek to his favorite stretch of beach was a wise one. For me, the bonus was getting to watch his big firm ass fight against the confinement of the spandex in his suit. From my vantage point, Uncle Cliff’s juicy ass was winning the battle. “Not too much further kid,” he called back to me over his right shoulder. “Don’t tell me that jock body is all worn out from taking a ‘widdle walk’ with your Uncle Cliff?” He knew I hated it when he switched into baby talk mode. Even though I couldn’t see his face I just knew he was wearing the same shit-eating grin he always did when he teased me. When I hit my teens, I declared a moratorium on the baby talk with everyone in the family. Most had obliged, except Uncle Cliff. He would pull out the exaggerated inflection when he thought I was behaving badly. As I got older, I realized he mainly did it to get a rise out of me. Maybe it was his teasing tone, coupled with the front row view of his luscious backside, but the most surprising rise I was experiencing was in my crotch. I was grateful I had opted to wear baggy board shorts for our trek, even though the circus tent I was pitching would grab as much attention as I would have in a Speedo like Uncle Cliff/ I shook my head to disband the thoughts I was having about my uncle, and in doing so shook a few beads of salty sweat into my eyes. That sensation would shake anyone back to reality. “So, from here, it gets a little dicey,” Uncle Cliff said as me made an abrupt turn off the small cobblestone road we had be walking on. “There is a narrow trail down the side of this cliff. It’s not very wide, so I recommend small steps, and staying away from the edge. Otherwise, you should be fine.” And with that, he leapt over the curb of the road and began to traverse down the cliffside like a mountain goat. Nerdy as I was, I wasn’t about to back down from a challenge, and so I took a similar tact as my uncle. Big mistake. Two steps and I was down, sliding off the trail to the next level below me. Uncle Cliff wasn’t kidding abut the trail being marrow. Clearly my size 13’s weren’t what the original engineer of this trail had in mind. The drop was about 5 feet or so, as I made my slip just before the first switchback on the trail. And where to you think I was to land? Right in front of good old Uncle Cliff. His surprise at my suddenly “dropping in” was erased by another of his snarky comments. “Man, it’s a good thing you weren’t born with a nose as big as those banana boats you walk on, He started saying. “If it was, you’d have another foot on your hands!” He grinned at his own implied burn. I felt the blood rush to my face, but I fought the urge to engage with a comeback. So, I too the smallest of small steps away from the cliff and let Uncle Cliff back into lead position. I fell in close behind, trying to literally walk in the footsteps of my uncle. This leg of our journey tohis oasis of a beach was the most treacherous, but it was also the quickest. In no time I saw Uncle Cliff suddenly hop down on a flatter sandy surface. I had been paying suck close attention to the trail I had scarcely noticed we were reaching the bottom. When I did, my eyes trailed up, and the scene literally took my breath away. Uncle Cliff’s little oasis as he called it, was one of the most breathtaking spots I had ever seen. The sun had reached its pinnacle point in the sky and was lighting up the Mediterranean blue like nothing I had ever seen, let alone imagined. Even the sand seemed illuminated, giving it a warm, pinkish hue rather than the typical sandy beige. My mouth was agape as I took in the beauty. It was as if we were in an uncharted inlet of land. The stretch of beach itself wasn’t that long, but it had a broad expanse between the shore and the sea. On both sides there were some rock formations that had been worn somewhat smooth by the lapping waves that came up and over them. The sound of these crashing waves was incredible…so relaxing. “So, can I assume by your slack-jawed expression that the journey was worth it,” Uncle Cliff asked. All I could do was nod as my head was still trying to wrap my brain around the beauty I was witnessing. Uncle Cliff smiled, gave my sweat dampened hair a tussle and turned towards the rocky area to our left. “C’mon kid, let’s go over this way,” said Uncle Cliff. “It’s one of my favorite spots anywhere.” The beach itself was surprisingly empty of other people. Just a few random scatterings of guys; guys alone, guys in pairs, and a couple of trios. It was this moment I began to make note of the fact that all the inhabitants of this beach were guys. There wasn’t a female in sight, not that I minded. I loved the ladies, for gab fests, shoe shopping, brunch and the like. But being here, in this amazing place, with nothing but other men, just somehow felt right…and natural. I even imagined that the air had suddenly taken on a scent of something like man musk. I took a deep inhale, and as we walked along the sand I exhaled and felt completely at peace for the first time in quite some time. It was then as we strolled past a couple of the sun worshipers stretched out in the sand that I took note of another important detail that I had somehow overlooked. Every guy we passed was completely, unabashedly, and quite provocatively…nude. I felt my eyes stretch to the size of dinner plates, and the chubbing of my cock begin to pop a tent once again. Apparently, a lot of the guys had similar stirrings, as I made note of more that one guy gently fondling their own cock and balls. As we got closer to the rocky formation Uncle Cliff was headed for, there were other guys giving their junk a more serious polishing. One guy, whom I probably stared at a bit longer than I should have, was jacking his ample cock with gusto. I was mesmerized by his huge balls bouncing in tandem beneath his hardened dick. The natural hair on his chest was slick by what I imagined to be a combo of sweat and sea water. He was as beautiful as one of the carved statues I had seen in most any museum I had ever been to. His pecs, his abs, his tree trunk like thighs…this was what a man looked like. My Adonis was laying between the equally impressive legs of yet another muscled god of a man. Though smoother above the waist that his counterpart, his legs were covered in a lush carpet of dark black hair. His jacking friend lay his head against the man’s chest, and that man was massaging his ample pecs and tweaked his meaty nipples. His technique seemed to have the right effect, because in short order the jacking stud shot a huge stream of cum. The trajectory took that first rope high above him and came to land on his cushioning buddy’s chest. He quickly moved a finger to the spot, scooped up the semen bounty with his fingers, and shoved them into his mouth. I shuddered at the sight, trying to imagine how the inner essence of this stud would taste. It was a short reverie, as my attention to the two studs prevented me from seeing that Uncle Cliff had stopped ahead of me. Impact, and we were down in the sand, me on top of my humpy uncle. “Damn kid, “Uncle Cliff started to say, “usually I make a guy buy me a drink at least before this happens.” He seemed to purr those words, and he had inadvertently brushed a hand across my now stiff cock. His eyes caught mine, even through the dark lenses of my Oakley Oil Can shades, and I blushed. His hand wrapped itself around my thick shaft, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. He smiled that wicked smile once again, and then pulled himself from beneath me. I managed to pull myself up on my knees and sat back on my haunches. So many feelings and emotions swirling inside me from the stimuli. I glanced back over my shoulder and noticed my two statue-like gods laughing and mockingly applauding out pratfall. To say I was mortified would be understating the obvious. “So, what do you think,” Uncle Cliff inquired, trying to make the situation less embarrassing. I took off my glasses and once again took inventory of our surroundings. I couldn’t imagine any place more idyllic than where we were at that moment. “It’s breathtaking Uncle Cliff, “I replied. “It’s amazing that a place with such natural beauty seems to be so, natural!” I blanched at my choice of words, but Uncle Cliff just gave a slight chuckle and nodded his agreement. “And I see you’ve made not of the other type of ‘natural’ beauty that inhabits this beach.” Uncle Cliff’s smile took on that devilish look once again. “Those two you were enjoying. They only scratch the surface...you are gonna see guys hotter than those two. I choose this spot every time I come here.” He gave me a wink I didn’t fully understand. II guessed the reason would become known to me in short order. I looked at my uncle with a quizzical yet blank expression on my face. His penchant for the cryptic was another slightly annoying characteristic he possessed. No one enjoyed a mystery more than he did…especially if it was of his own creation. I just shook my head at him and began digging in my backpack for the beach supplies I had toted along. Uncle Cliff was way ahead of me, having laid out a bright pink beach towel that despite its audacious color, nicely complimented the sands pinkish hues. His suntan oil, a small spritzer bottle with water he had filled in our room, and a couple of gossip rags were set neatly to one side. But most noticeable was the large pump bottle of silicone lube and its dildo companion. I didn’t remember seeing it when we unpacked upon our arrival. Hell, I didn’t even notice him packing it before we left New York. Yet here it was, propped up in the shimmering sand just a couple of inches taller that the accompanying bottle of lube. He seemed to notice my shock and replied without prompting. “Oh, give it a rest ‘Judge Judegerson.’ “he quipped. Let me give you the lowdown; this is clearly a nude beach, right? That’s a given. But there is more to it than just that. A lot of hot action goes down here…and I mean A LOT! So, by previous trips I have learned that its best to come early, get a good spot, and be prepared for almost anything. Thus ‘Mr. Belvedere’ here.” I wanted to ash the obvious question, but I was distracted by the appearance of a man so physical perfect, he put the two I had watched before to shame. His body was nothing but rock-hard slabs of muscle. Bark hair, dark eyes, just a hint of facial hair stubble, and thick layers of muscle clearly visible beneath the carpet of jet-black hair that covered his frame. Probably early 40’s, over six feet tall, and with an uncut cock that demanded attention as it swung back and forth like a pendulum. He walked with a confident, yet unassuming stride, and as he got closer, it almost appeared that he would walk right into my uncle and me. At the last moment, he did a graceful veering to his left, and at that moment seemed to lock eyes with Uncle Cliff. Unlike myself Uncle Cliff met his gaze and held on to it. The two if them seemed to forget that there was anyone else around. The eye-fucking they were giving each other caused the man’s cock to begin to harden without being touched. I quickly glanced at my uncle’s crotch and noted his similar reaction. As if in slow motion, Uncle Cliff stood up, and shucked his Speedo down to his ankles in one quick but graceful motion. His thick cock was expanding to it’s full glory like the guy he was eye fucking. No words were uttered, just an exchange of primal energy between to rutting beasts. I had already been imagining them rutting together. I had to wonder if he was the one outside out room early this morning when I woke up. It didn’t matter, seeing this deity in the flesh was better than anyone I could have imagined. As he passed, within just a couple of feet of our chosen spot, he stopped, and took a series of deep breaths and stretched his muscled arms over his head. His body was amazing, matched only by the beauty of his face. His gentle tugs on his still swelling cock didn’t register as the absent-minded action he must have hoped. Uncle Cliff’s smile confirmed this, and the man just gave him a shy wink, and then turned to give a VIP view of his backside. He bent over at the waist and grabbed his ankles, giving an insider’s view of his slightly hairy manhole. Clearly it had been trimmed, but I marveled and how natural it all looked. He stood back upright, turned towards us and did a couple more deep breathing exercises, turned a strolled off towards the rocks. “Fuck, “was all I could manage to say about what I had just witnessed. I thought the first two we had encountered would send me over the edge, but this man…wow. However, it was clear that his interest was in my hunky uncle. I was still sitting with my heels wedged into my butt cheeks and realized suddenly that I was at a prefect eye level with Uncle Cliff’s cock. Up close, it was truly another amazing creation. It’s sinew, its vascularity, it seemed all of Uncle Cliff’s blood had decided to convene in his cock. I licked my lips unconsciously, and to my dismay Uncle Cliff noticed. “Like what you see, huh, “Uncle Cliff said in a deep baritone voice. Clearly his throat had become dry from hunger and lust for the stud that passed by. But he wasn’t wrong, as I did like what I saw. But he was my uncle, my family. I was sure to go to hell by just the nature and detail of thoughts I’d had about him over the years. Yet here he was, naked and exposed, his rock-hard cock jutting straight out from his body. I tried to swallow, and realized I was as dry mouthed as my uncle. I wanted to respond, but no words would come. I rolled to my side and collapsed onto my back. Uncle Cliff just smiled, shook his head and asked when I was going to adhere to the dress code of the beach. “C’mon kid, what is there to be shy about, “Uncle Cliff asked. “You know what they say…when in Rome? Well, quite sure the same applies when in Greece too.” I looked up at my uncle, and then quickly looked away. Even though I had spent a great deal of time honing the hard-bodied physique I had built in the gym, I was still the same shy introvert I had been since childhood. How I longed to shed this persona, and try to become man, no the stud, I was sure dwelled within. It was hard for me, and Uncle Cliff had always known it. Over the years, he had always been a source of support and encouragement. I never felt pressured or forced with him. Yet here I sat on a nude gay beach, clearly standing at a crossroad paved previously by my uncle. I didn’t know how to feel about it… Uncle Cliff just sat down directly opposite from where I sat on the sand, his legs crossed at the ankles, and his huge schlong jutting out from his crotch. His proximity left me few places to avert my eyes, so I just looked into his sweet reassuring eyes. “Look kid, there is no timeline when we come into our own. “he began. “Ever since you were a little boy, I knew there was something special in you. I could see it.” I once again began to blush. His kind words were making me melt, and I didn’t want that to happen. We had to have boundaries. Expressions of love, beyond the familial kind, were a society no-no. In this moment, I wasn’t even sure if anything he was saying was relatable to the lust-filled thoughts I was having at that moment. I saw his lips moving, but the bulk of his words escaped my comprehension. All I could think of was the cock pointing skyward just inches from where I lay on the sand. “I brought you here, because I thought you would enjoy it, “he continued, “and I meant it when I said I had never brought anyone else here before you. And I meant it. Sure, I’ve been here lots, and let me tell you, it can be intoxicating to say the least. Yet, when it’s all said and done, the reality is that this…all this isn’t real. Still, this was the place I finally took stock of the man I was, and the man I wanted to be. It was here, in this spectacular place that I found my real, true, and authentic Cliff. And I brought you here hoping that the magic of this place would be able to do the same for you.” Through the tears that had begun to well up in my eyes, I saw a look of sincerity on my uncle’s face I hadn’t seen before. It made him even more beautiful, and me to feel more special, that either of us had ever been before. The emotions welling up in me took my ability to speak this time. All I could manage to say was a soft, raspy “thank you Uncle Cliff.” He smiled and once again tussled my hair. He then stood up, grabbed the bottle of jube from the sand leaving the dildo to fall over like a drunken sailor. From his bag he pulled a small hand towel and looked to be heading off towards the rocks. Suddenly he turned back towards me. I could tell he was choosing his words carefully before he spoke. “I found myself here in this place as I said. What I didn’t say was how big part a part I discovered in a cave just over there among those rocks. Each time since the first I come back here to get…realigned I guess you might say. I don’t want you to think your old uncle is a sex fiend or anything…” His words trailed off... “That stud that walked by a bit ago, I think he might be just the thing to help my ‘relignment.’ But I don’t want to leave you alone if you aren’t comfortable. Just say the word, and I will stay right here” I managed a chuckle, and Uncle Cliff softened his stern expression. “I’m gonna be fine uncle, “I said. “More important are you gonna be okay…yourself?” I returned the devilish grin Uncle Cliff had given me so often. He replied, smiling his trademark smile right back at me. “Worry not nephew, “he said over his shoulder as he headed off. “I hope to not be ‘by myself’ for very long.” I imagined he was winking at me again as he walked away. I also hoped he would have details he would be willing to share when he returned, which was making my shorts tent once again.
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I was awakened by a grunt. I opened my eyes to see my Uncle Cliff standing naked in front of the sliding glass door to our room. Uncle Cliff was standing in front of the door, with the louvred blinds slightly open. The rising sun cast a series of shadows on Uncle Cliff’s naked frame, but most noticeable was his engorged cock, which seemed to be hard enough to pound nails. He seemed unaware of my having awakened, as his attention seemed to be focused on the someone, or someone’s outside our room. The sliding door was the primary entrance to our room and was the same for several other rooms around the pool area. From the sound of it the pool got little rest, as there seemed someone was splashing about or laughing well into the night. As I fell asleep the night before I was sure I was lulled by the rhythmic slapping and gentle moaning of someone being fucked. As curious as I was, I dared not stir from my bed, else I would incur the curiosity of my Uncle Cliff. As the dappled sunlight shone on his body, I marveled at how his muscles flexed and relaxed with his movements. He was definitely performing for someone, as he was enjoying teasing his audience with each gesture. He would run his hands up and down his body in slow, intentional motions. It seemed that his movements had been rehearsed, and perhaps they had. Maybe this was a routine he had practiced many times before, in many different rooms such as ours. One thing was certain, he was as turned on as anyone I had ever seen. His cock seemed huge…made even larger by the cock ring he wore. With each thrust of his hips towards the sliding door, it seemed to coax droplets of precum from the huge knob that dripped on the carpeted floor. When he would pulse his dick, causing it to bounce up and down as if on hydraulics. The occasional bead of precum would begin to slide over the top of his cock head towards his trimmed crotch. I had to marvel at his self-control, as his hands roamed all over his body, but he managed to avoid his crotch and never even went near his cock. I noticed that as I watched my uncle’s sensuous movements, the white boxers I wore began to resemble a tent, as my own cock had almost swelled to full attention. I gently guided the stiffening shaft through the gaping fly, but then opted to just slide them off completely, which I did in one quick movement. I had been locked on my uncle’s swollen member, but now my eyes moved down to my own hard prick. While I didn’t share the same girth as Uncle Cliff, mine did rival his in the length department. I reached beneath the sheet I had slept under that still covered my now naked body and clasped my hand tightly around the base of my rock-hard cock. As my grip on the shaft tightened, I noticed a significant spot of wetness began to spread over the sheet where the head of my cock was shrouded. I tossed the sheet aside as gently as I could so as not to attract Uncle Cliff’s attention. As the precum began to ooze from the head of my cock, it began to breach the confines of my fingers around my stiff shaft. I began to slowly stroke up and down on my cock, all the while never taking my eyes from my uncle. Uncle Cliff seemed to be lost in thought. I wondered once again if the thoughts were of other times he had teased and taunted someone in a similar fashion. Or was it his being totally immersed in the moment, driving his audience to a frenzy of lust for his thick meaty cock. This trip was the first that Uncle Cliff and I had taken since I came out to him. He says he had always known I was gay but was waiting for me to realize it as well. That realization had come in the final semester of my senior year of college, thanks to a handsome philosophy professors’ appreciation for my observations on Aristotle…not to mention my rock-hard ass. But that was a story for another time… Uncle Cliff taught me the discipline of exercise when I was quite young, and I had taken it to heart, spending quite a few hours honing my body at the gym. Despite my bookish nature, I had become a pretty hot stud with a rocking bod if I do say so myself. As I stroked my hard throbbing dick with my left hand, I tweaked the nipples of my well-formed mounds of muscled pecs, and ran my fingers into each crevice created by my six-pack abs. My butt cheeks flexed with each stroke, and I could tell that the sight of my ripped uncle, and my own self-love technique was going to send me over the edge to orgasm very soon. I tried to be as silent as possible, but as the first rope of cum spurted out of my cock, a stifled a rather high-pitched but still audible cry that came from somewhere deep in my throat. The second rope stream of warm goo hit me square in the middle of my forehead, and the shock caused yet another audible gasp. It was then that Uncle Cliff’s head quickly turned to the right, and he got to see the last few shots of my geyser like load shoot out of my hard cock like Old Faithful. He didn’t say a word when he saw me, he just smiled a broad smile. Almost simultaneously Uncle Cliff’s body just seemed to go rigid. His entire body began to shake slightly, and the flush in his cheeks spread over his entire body. Uncle Cliff bellowed loudly, and ropes of cum sprang forth from his granite-hard dick. While my five rope-like emissions would be considered impressive, Uncle Cliff’s 8 put him in a whole different category. Adding to the difficulty factor was the fact that his were coming from him completely hands free. One really had to wonder if getting older truly meant your libido began lagged. By my uncle’s performance, that answer was a resounding no. Once he regained his composure from his orgasm, he looked at me more intently, and his smile once again broadened. With a wink, I noticed his eyes surveying all my naked frame that he could, as this was the first time, he had seen me in a complete state of undress. I suddenly became very self-conscious and pulled the damp sheet up just enough to cover my waist. His smile never dimmed, but I was sure his eyes registered a more than slight disappointment that my show had been closed so abruptly. He turned towards the sliding door, took the rood that controlled the louvres, and cranked them until the streams of sunlight were extinguished. He then turned back to me and swallowed deeply before speaking. “Well good morning, “he said. “That’s one helluva way to start the day, wouldn’t you say nephew?” I struggled for something clever or witty or even seductive to say but couldn’t come up with anything. After all, this was the first time my Uncle Cliff and I had ever done anything like this, though the thought had crossed my mind from time to time. From the he was looking at me I figured he had also had some less than uncle-like thoughts about me as well. I suppose I could have made some remark along those lines, but all I could manage was a nod and mutter “Mm hmm.” Uncle Cliff chuckled and began to make his way to the bathroom. His still stiff cock bounced seemingly in slo-motion as he walked, and each move practically had me hypnotized. It also was causing my cock to stir once again from under the sheet. “Better get a move on,” he said reaching the bathroom door. “We have BIG plans today my boy! For today, you embrace what it means to truly be a gay man.” In that moment I didn’t fully grasp what uncle cliff meant by “plans,” but as he closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower, I laid back on my bed with my hands clasped behind my head and began to think of the possibilities. Whatever his plans for the day were, I hoped I was ready. Because the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint my Uncle Cliff.
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Summer is almost over, and most of the tourists are gone. Around 9:00 PM, when it was already quite dark, I hooked up with a guy online who wanted to take me to the beach. We parked in the parking lot and started making out in his car, and as we did so, he opened my shorts, alternately stroking and sucking my cock. He had a very hot mouth, and as he worked my cock, he reached down between my legs feeling for my hole. Part of me wondered if he wanted to fuck me right there in his car. However, everytime he heard footsteps near us, he deliberately moaned more loudly, which was at odds with my instinct to be more discrete. In any event, I reached over and pulled-out his cock. It was a nice size and seemed to be uncut. He was also leaking a lot of precum. After a while of this, he sat up and suggested "Let's go down to the beach," so we fixed our clothing and walked down towards the ocean. The moon had just started to rise, but it was still pretty dark. Leading the way, he guided me along, a blanket in his hand, and in so doing we passed a few people who were also strolling along. He apparently recognized some as he nodded to a few others, but didn't say anything. Eventually we came to a place where there was a gap in the bushes, and in my eyes it looked like a good place to play because the shadows were deep and we could hide, but instead of placing the blanket in the recesses in the thicket, he placed it right at the mouth of the gap and gestured for me to lie down. When I was reclining there, he helped me out of my shorts. I wasn't wearing any underwear. He got his cock out and got on top of me so we could 69. After a short time of that he got up and turned me over and started to rim me good. He asked me if I liked it, and I said I loved it. He said he couldn't tell because I was being so quiet. He got back to rimming my hole and I let myself moan and groan a little bit louder. All of a sudden he lifted my hips up and knelt behind me. He spoke right out loud, "Your ass is begging for this cock, baby." He slowly started sliding his cock into me. It felt great! He was fucking me slowly, but after a while he started fucking more forcefully. He was panting and grunting, and I heard him say 'Hey'. Turning my head, I could see some shadowy figures standing behind him, watching me get fucked. The guy then moved on, and the fucking slowed back down. After another few minutes the same thing happened. This time I heard some other low voice ask "Hot, man. How's that ass?" My buddy said, "It's great! I'm getting ready to shoot!" And he started really fucking me harder and faster. He grunted loudly and started to fill my guts with his load. His grunts sounded muffled, and I turned to see that the guy watching had stuffed his cock in my buddy's mouth. My buddy had filled my hole, but apparently had something more in mind, as he withdrew and moved slightly, all the time his hand held me still. At this point I felt the other guy's hand on my ass feeling for my hole. "Your turn," my buddy remarked. Without a word, the other guy knelt behind me and slid his big dick into my sloppy hole, fucking hard and fast from the start. My friend ended up straddling me while the guy fucking me sucked him off. After a few minutes of vigorous pounding, the second guy shot his load into my ass. I could hear a few other nearby voices muttering, which told me we had drawn a small audience. Then my buddy groaned really loudly and blew another load all over my back. When we got back to his car I mentioned to him that it seemed he liked having an audience. "That's the hottest thing ever for me," he remarked, and then asked "I hope you didn't mind?" "Not at all. In fact I loved it," I replied, giving him a wide grin. We laughed all the way back to his place.
