“You have such pretty eyes. Man, it turns me on even more to see you blush while sucking my cock! Thought I couldn’t be harder than I am. Damn, you’re really good at this, by the way. Glad I trusted my instincts. Never had my boss at a job get so flustered around me before. We should continue to get along real well after this. And how lucky for you, the floor is so dusty, no one is going to question why the knees on your jeans are always going to be white.”
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Nick Bosa
“Can I help you, boy?” Toby asked. The young man had been standing in front of him, nervous and fidgeting.
“Um. Sorry, sir, just wondering like, if I could…like, you know.”
“No I don’t know, tell me what you want, boy.”
Nick wrung his hands together. “Just wondering if I could um.” He dropped the tone of his voice to barely audible. “Suck your um. You know, Sir.”
Toby smirked. “Is what you want?”
Nick nodded. His face was tomato red.
“Well lookie what we have here,” Toby said to the locker room. “We gotta cocksucker in our midst, don’t we guys?”
Nick’s eyes went wide. He looked panicked. The other guys in the locker room snickered.
Another man interjected, “Oh come on, boy, don’t waist your spit on him, I got like three extra inches than he does!”
Toby shot him a look. “He couldn’t deep throat a pickle, never mind your cock, give it a rest. Save your load for that twink that always comes in at 8.”
“I – I should- I should go-” Nick stammered and glanced at the door.
“No.”
Nick froze. “You want to suck my cock, you ask for it properly. Acknowledging male superiority and wanting to submit to it is nothing to feel ashamed about. That’s the first step on the road to getting the real good kind of sex.”
“Better than fucking pocket pussy, I know you got one of those!” Another man said, making some of the other guys laugh. Even Toby snickered.
Nick was mortified. “Oh my god,” he groaned.
Toby made a repeated downward motion with his head. “Alright, let’s go easy on him guys, he’s gonna pass out. What’s your name, boy?”
“Nick,” he whispered.
“Focus on me.” Toby pointed to himself.
Nick nodded.
“Ask me politely what you want.”
“May I um, suck you off Sir?” he whispered.
“Louder.” Toby rubbed the inside of his crotch. “Be confident you want this.”
Nick swallowed. “May I suck you off Sir.”
“Say cock. I haven’t heard you say it yet.”
Nick wiped his forehead with his sleeve. “May I… May I please suck your cock off?” He paused. “Sir.”
Toby smiled. “Better. Much better. Yes, yes you may. You are going to start with my balls first, and I don’t want you to try to put all my shaft all down your throat. I do not like teeth. You understand?”
Nick nodded. “Yeah, I understand.”
“Yes Sir. Not Yeah.”
“Yes Sir,” Nick repeated in a hurry.
“Good. Alright, come here,” Toby pointed to the spot on the floor between his knees. He pushed his waistband down and out with his hand so he could put his other hand in and pull his cock out. You could see his hair sticking out.
“Oh my god,” Nick breathed. He felt to his knees easily, and it sort of felt like he half fainted. He put his hand on Toby’s massive thigh and his own cock throbbed with terrible need.
Right in front of Nick’s eyes Toby extracted himself, shaft, balls, all of it. On view. For him. Suddenly they were the only two in the locker room…just Nick, Toby, and Toby’s incredible cock. He was not going to squander this. It took Nick a minute to remember what he was supposed to be doing, he was distracted by the sound of his heart pounding. Oh yeah, balls. Balls first. God, they were huge! Seemed his tongue was also going to get a work out at this gym.
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Oh, finally, he’s home from work! I hope he’s horny, I hope he’s horny, I hope he’s horny…
“Hi Sir, welcome home.”
”Get over here boy and get on your knees! I’m so fucking hard, I need to nut right goddamn now!”
”YESSIR!”
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Thomas closed the door behind him and hung up his hat. “Mother, I’m home.”
She bustled out into the parlor. “Hello darling. Wonderful timing. I was just about to put on tea. How was your lesson?”
“Wonderful, mother. I seem to have gotten over the difficulty of fingering the flute…I have a new piece to practice too.”
She clapped her hands. “Delightful! I want you to shine in that parade over Christmas.”
“I will mother.”
“Your tutor seems to be doing well with you.”
Thomas took off his boots. “He is mother. This tutor is excellent. I know father spoke poorly of him because his skin is not like ours, but he is a fine musician… he is taught me a lot about how to train my mouth to play the flute using these certain exercises. I don’t tire so much anymore.” He was trying so hard not to smile.
“You will be a professional by spring then?”
Thomas rubbed the back of his neck. “Well. Not by then. But I hope to keep seeing this tutor through next spring… I can’t become professional without maintaining long lessons.”
“Well, we’ll make sure to budget for this tutor when your pay comes from the military.”
“Yes mother.”
Thomas licked his lips. They were still a bit swollen. He’d had a shot of brandy before he left to clear the taste from his tongue. Thomas wished he could still taste his tutor though. And smell him. He had such a fine cock, in such an unusual dusky hue, and such dark curls…
“Thomas love, come help me with the tea tray.”
Thomas shook his head. He couldn’t be suspicious. If caught, it would be terrible. And of course, their fun would end. Fun that was slowly going to new, daring places. "Coming mother!”
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Seems a bit nervous he will be seen getting sucked.
“You’re an idiot. We’ve been going on ‘bro trips’ for years. Since high school! And now our wives are off having ‘girl’ trips. They don’t suspect a thing; no one suspects a thing. Besides, what are we doing that’s so wrong? It’s not cheating. Or gay sex, for that matter. It’s just a blowjobs. Our wives aren’t into them, so how else are you going to get one?”
“Uh-”
“ Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“But-”
“Dude there’s NO one out here. You think Martha’s up on that hill with binoculars? The only thing that’s going to see you is a hawk. Focus. You get too soft when you’re distracted. If you still winge about it, I’ll stop blowing you.”
“No no, that’s…yeah you’re right. I’m freaking out over nothing, and you are really good at that.”
“Thanks man. Appreciate it.”
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The sight that greeted Dad when he went to check on how his son and his son’s new tutor were getting along…
The tutor panicked. “Uh, Mr. Weiss, we were-”
Dad held up his hand. “I don’t care, John. I’ve known my son’s queer for a long time. You’re the first tutor he’s uh, gotten close to so as long as he gets his grades up like he gets his cock up, I don’t care.”
John stares, blush rising to his cheeks. “Ye -yes sir.”
“Daaddd this is so embarrassing, could you just go please?”
“Fine. But I mean it. Grades. Up.”
“Yes Daddy.
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I know you’re a fag, I know I shouldn’t like it so much, but damn, you give the best head I’ve ever had, and this tight little hole back here is making me think that if you fuck half as good as you suck, I’m gonna be moving you in.
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Finally! I thought you couldn’t be any thicker! I mean, you think I give good head just because I’m a mindless faggot that goes totally blank at the sight of an unsucked cock – and yeah, that part’s true – but I don’t suck dick like this for anyone. I really like your cock, but there’s no way for me to tell you this without you thinking it’s a blanket statement. Your cock gets harder than any other penis I’ve played with, and it’s so easy for me to deepthroat it and really put my tongue to work. Plus, you grow so much it’s easy to keep my hand and my lips busy. It makes me feel so slutty, so powerful, to go all out for you. You have a dick that’s so easy to worship, that I will never get tired of it. And don’t even get me started on your balls.
On top of that, you’re considerate. Some alphas are pretty rude, but us fags are used to that. They don’t want to get too close to ‘gayness’. You though, you drive me crazy gently petting my hole like that. I always have to suck you shirtless or else I’d just sweat right through it. Every touch makes me tremble, and it makes my cock throb so hard. My pants are always soaked when I’m done servicing you.
Once you fuck me, I know you’re going to have difficulty wanting me to even leave even to do errands. It just won’t seem right that I’ll be sleeping elsewhere from then on. Once you fuck me, you’ll know that no one can care for your dick or your sexual needs like I can. Every other boy will be a replacement for me. Every faggot is up for adoption – don’t forget that. I want to come home to you too.
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Mikhail posed for a portrait showcasing his two favorite things in the world – his family’s old summer dacha and his beloved pet faggot of ten years. He loved to bring the boy out here to the wilds outside of St. Petersburg and live nude and unencumbered by work or societal standards. Mikhail wanted a good photo to commemorate his life happy before he got old and out of shape. He had to wear shorts of course, so he could show it to people that didn’t follow his particular lifestyle.
While the photographer was messing with the light meter or something, the faggot noticed the tempting out-line of Mikhail’s cock in his shorts. It was pronounced, half erect, as Mikhail was excited by fresh air and the promise of vacation after being stuck in a car for hours. The boy’s instincts took over. It needed attention, so he gave it. He began to mouth the shape through the khaki fabric, ignoring Mikhail chiding him and squeezing the back of his neck. He muttered, “Not now, boy,” but the tone of his voice didn’t match the words.
The photographer got himself together and said, “Ok, smile!” but the faggot was no longer paying attention or taking orders from anyone that wasn’t his man. He was lost in playing with the throbbing cock he found hidden up Mikhail’s shorts. Mikhail shrugged and indicated for the photographer to take the picture. It was a more accurate representation of their relationship anyway.
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First was that theater kid, Kip, behind the vending machine in high school….and most recently, that hot Puerto Rican guy behind the bar. There’s been a lot in-between. Anthony, my best friend’s roommate in college, after he lost that bet. He liked it too. Man, I wonder what happened to Silvio. Hottest foreign exchange student ever, with the body of a god. Then there was that bear I sucked off at the gym. That wasn’t really my thing, but god what a cock on that man. Still picking hair out of my teeth though. God who else? Ryosuke, the skinny Japanese guy. He was one loud motherfucker. Dion. John. Chris. So many guys off Grindr. I don’t think I remember half their names – the dude with the eagle tattoo, the redhead, the Russian accent guy. I wonder if James counts, cause I stopped sucking his dick once I realized he didn’t clean his foreskin right. Gross. Who else? Oh, Marcus. Never seen a guy so proud of such a small dick. Fit so nicely in my mouth. Man, I’ve sucked a lot of cock. I wonder what that says of me? It says I like to suck cock, that’s what. Most guys are grateful, at least I like to hope. Everyone likes getting their dick sucked. Oh, forgot about Aaron…
Oh crap, this is my stop! “Wait, hold the doors!”
I rush off the bus, giving a wave to the bus driver in thanks. I get out of traffic and find a spot on the sidewalk to stand so I can check my phone. I fire out a text message: “Hey David, just got off the bus. On my way to your place. Looking forward to meeting you. Hope you’re naked.”
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“Hey there. Are you Donovan?”
“Yeah are you Ken?”
“Yep. I’m your Ubyr driver. Get in.”
Donovan flashed a brilliant smile and got in. “God love your car.”
Ken glanced at him. He could hear a distinct lisp. “Thanks man, refurbished it myself.”
“I’m not really into cars. I should be. I’m kind of a shame to men everywhere, I’m really such a queen.”
“Ain’t nothing wrong with that,” Ken insisted. “I pick up a lot of gay guys from this part of town – but usually at night. Not during the day.”
Donovan shifted in his seat, unable to pry his eyes off the hottest Ubyr driver he’d ever seen. He was scruffy on the chin but well groomed above. Every hair on his eyebrows and head looked effortlessly in place. His chin was a perfect piece of stone, much like the slate slabs of his chest. Donovan thought the company who made that shirt should pay him to model it. He realized Ken was eyeing him too.
“Oh um,” Donovan said, flushing a little. “Sorry. Yeah I usually am here at night too. I had to pick-up a paycheck. If I pick-it up at night, it tends to get lost. I’m a dancer, so uh, no pockets you know.”
Ken was interested. “Dancer? Like…on the box dancer?”
“Yeah,” he admitted. “I know, I’m such a slut. But what can I say? I love the tiny underwear, the attention, the music. And the men. Oh god the men!”
Ken grinned. “The men and the money are good?”
"Exceptionally.”
“You get to see the other dancers naked?”
“All the time!” Donovan replied with a laugh. “It’s a sausage factory. So many beautiful men. Shame though, the club doesn’t allow us to have relationships with other dancers. God sometimes by the end of my shift I’m so goddamn horny -” he suddenly quit talking and the red hue on his cheeks deepened. “Sorry I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”
“No no,” Ken insisted, taking a turn. “I like hearing about it. I’m into guys too you know.”
“Oh really?” Donovan nearly dropped the bottle of water he was taking out of his satchel.
"Mm. Hence why I’m in this area all the time. Lotta hot boys.”
A lady cut in front of them, and the topic changed to the sheer amount of bad drivers in Los Angeles. As Ken steered the car toward Donovan’s gym, a silence settled in. Donovan sniffed the air. It was a faint smell, but it was hard to deny. It smelled familiar, a bit sour, a bit like sweat. “Do you smell that?” he asked.
To his surprise, Ken blushed. “Ah…shit.”
“What.”
“It’s me,” he admitted , running his fingers through his hair. “You’re smelling me. Don’t laugh, but I got this massive hard on right now. Been having one all day cause I didn’t wank off this morning. It’s just sitting there in my shorts, and now it’s leaking everywhere from just what you told me. I’m sorry, this must be such an awkward Ubyr ride for you.”
Donovan was stunned. He could smell the scent more distinctly now. Rich, peaty. Moist. It made his own cock stir. He found it distracting to be sitting next to a man so obviously aroused. “No no, not too awkward. I mean – it’s just cock. We both have one…I mean…” they stopped at a red light. “Would you like me to relieve it?’
Ken shot him a look. “What? Really?”
“Sure,” Donovan said a little coyly. “I like cock. You are a hot looking guy who needs his cock serviced. I don’t suppose you take those kinds of tips?”
Ken had trouble keeping the car straight as he drove. “I- I would be down for that.”
Donovan didn’t need a second to reconsider. He nodded eagerly. Ken unsecured his pants with one hand and gave Donovan access. Donovan snaked his hand down there and gasped when his fingers touched the thick snake coiled between Ken’s thighs. It was searing hot and very wet. His underwear was soaked, the exposed tip covered in a web of sticky pre-cum which was also smeared over the long set of balls laying underneath.
“Goddamn,” he gasped.
“Ohhh shit,” Ken replied hoarsely. When Donovan wrapped his palm over him, he ejaculated by default. Donovan squeaked. “Oh wow, you just shot out a waterfall.”
“Shit! Sorry, I didn’t mean to cum, I just – I told you I was horny,” he stammered. “Felt so good just for you to touch it, I just lost it.”
“Pull over,” Donovan begged. He wanted to get in there with his tongue.
Ken turned down a side street and found a piece of curb. Ken threw back his seat and Donovan pushed his pants open, and his underwear aside. The scent rose to meet him, making his own cock harden in his pants. This man needed care. It was a pretty cock, thick and hearty too and Donovan wanted it. He dipped his head and licked at the base of it, cleaning the mess off the root and public hair.
“Holy fucking crap,” Ken exclaimed.
Donovan tried not to snicker. He loved getting this reaction from his partners. He knew the meter was running, but he still took his time cleaning Ken’s cock with kitten licks. It was half soft and in no time at all, Donovan had coaxed it up to full hardness. It was only then did he fix his lips around the head and slide them down to the base. Ken twisted his finger’s in Donovan’s hair, groaning in disbelief.
He watched in a daze as Donovan bobbed his tawny head, sucking enthusiastically. He couldn’t resist thrusting up into him as the orgasm encroached.
“Yeah yeah, lick it – aaahhh good, fuck your mouth is so hot.” Ken twisted his fingers in the hem of Donovan’s shirt.
Donovan hummed his approval and that sent Ken over the edge. He cried out and thrusted up hard, pushing his cock down Donovan’s throat. He emptied his balls straight into his stomach.
“Fuck!”
Donovan did not seem to be disturbed about his second orgasm – he didn’t flinch or gasp or choke, he just diligently nursed the swollen flesh and cleaned up its mess. He had a death grip on Ken’s thigh though. Donovan’s pulled his mouth off of Ken’s twitching cock, and his velvety tongue drifted away from the shaft, down to the balls. He drew each into his mouth, bathing it in attention, before sucking on the sac.
Ken listened to his own breath hitch as he watched Donovan give him such wonderful pleasure. Normally blowjobs were done hastily, often in shady areas like the back of bars or in the lobby of apartment buildings. Donovan was a talented one, with a real love of dick. A rare gem.
“Holy fuck,” Ken said again. “You are fucking amazing at that.”
Donovan chuckled. “Natural born talent. Also, your cum is delicious. What did you do to it?”
“I – I don’t eat processed foods?”
“Mmn.” Donovan wiped his lips on the back of his hand. “I’m gonna want that again.”
“You want my phone number?” Ken quickly offered.
“Hell yeah I do!”
Ken gave his number and Donovan put it in his phone. They reclined back in the seats and relaxed for a minute.
“Shit,” Ken said, “The Ubyr meter is still running isn’t it?”
Donovan shrugged. “I don’t mind. I’m still going to the gym after this.”
“You must have my energy cause you drained me of mine. Hey…” Ken eyed the bulge in Donovan’s shorts. “Want me to take care of you now?”
“Mmm I’d like that. I’d like that a lot. You are a very good Ubyr driver. Five stars for sure.”
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Text is fictional. Source NA. I felt weird writing Uber or Lyft porn, so I invented a fictional ride-sharing company for the sake of it.
