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sweatypitlover:

dirty sweaty giner man!

yeahstr82gay:

Sometimes, when I look up at him from my perch on the floor, right before I sink my mouth on his cock, I can’t help but feel a little guilty.  It’s something about his hairy bod, his beard, his honest face … he just seems so damn honorable and—well, so damn honorable and straight.
He wasn’t looking for this; I came onto him.  Before I started flirting with him, teasing him, daring him, he was just another married guy, minding his business, pursuing happiness, paying the mortgage, boning the wife, raising the kids.  He actually has a Pinewood Derby trophy on his desk, he’s so proud of winning that race with his kid.  He has pics of his family on that desk, too, which is a bit unnerving: him and his wife, smiling on top of some mountain in Virginia, him and the kids all hanging on him and trying to pull him to the ground, his face stretched into a laughing “AGGGHHHH!”, him and his father and two brothers, all lined up and looking tough despite their smiles … and now all those pics look on while their husband, dad, son, and brother strips down for me before we go home and I suck his hairy daddy cock.
I should have laid off, let him go live his life, and just let me be his gay coworker who says “hi” in the morning and “bye” in the afternoon.  Then again, maybe he should have stopped snickering and blushing when I teased him and just said, “Fuck off, dude.”  But no … he’s too polite for that, and yeah, I knew that, in the back of my mind, and counted on it.  So now I know things only his wife knows, like how he curls his toes right before he cums and murmurs “kapow” under his breath at the first blast, and I know things that no one else in his family will ever know, like how his hairy tum-tum feels rubbing the underside of my balls as I rock his dick.
But I also know how those handsome, brown eyes seem to pick up a shadow all their own when we get naked at the end of the day, and I look up and see that mixture of lust and doubt, even affection and fear, and I think, “I gotta end this, for his sake.”  But then I look lower, at that hot, hairy bod that still thrills his wife, and carries a kid under each arm when they play Godzilla, and at that dick that makes my cum splatter on that hirsute, lovely chest, and I just give in, to my own inner eyes, which never stop looking. 

yeahstr82gay:

Sometimes, when I look up at him from my perch on the floor, right before I sink my mouth on his cock, I can’t help but feel a little guilty.  It’s something about his hairy bod, his beard, his honest face … he just seems so damn honorable and—well, so damn honorable and straight.

He wasn’t looking for this; I came onto him.  Before I started flirting with him, teasing him, daring him, he was just another married guy, minding his business, pursuing happiness, paying the mortgage, boning the wife, raising the kids.  He actually has a Pinewood Derby trophy on his desk, he’s so proud of winning that race with his kid.  He has pics of his family on that desk, too, which is a bit unnerving: him and his wife, smiling on top of some mountain in Virginia, him and the kids all hanging on him and trying to pull him to the ground, his face stretched into a laughing “AGGGHHHH!”, him and his father and two brothers, all lined up and looking tough despite their smiles … and now all those pics look on while their husband, dad, son, and brother strips down for me before we go home and I suck his hairy daddy cock.

I should have laid off, let him go live his life, and just let me be his gay coworker who says “hi” in the morning and “bye” in the afternoon.  Then again, maybe he should have stopped snickering and blushing when I teased him and just said, “Fuck off, dude.”  But no … he’s too polite for that, and yeah, I knew that, in the back of my mind, and counted on it.  So now I know things only his wife knows, like how he curls his toes right before he cums and murmurs “kapow” under his breath at the first blast, and I know things that no one else in his family will ever know, like how his hairy tum-tum feels rubbing the underside of my balls as I rock his dick.

But I also know how those handsome, brown eyes seem to pick up a shadow all their own when we get naked at the end of the day, and I look up and see that mixture of lust and doubt, even affection and fear, and I think, “I gotta end this, for his sake.”  But then I look lower, at that hot, hairy bod that still thrills his wife, and carries a kid under each arm when they play Godzilla, and at that dick that makes my cum splatter on that hirsute, lovely chest, and I just give in, to my own inner eyes, which never stop looking. 

bussykiller:

haveigonetoofar:

Don’t Be That Guy.

Having worked with male and female victims of sexual assault this applies to both genders.

Jeff and I had grown up together and despite our differing paths both career and sexuality wise we were still friends. One night after one of his many moves due to his job we were relaxing in his half unpacked apartment. Both of having been in relationships for a while we compared notes on the differences and similarities between gay and straight relationships. There were some differences but he was shocked when I told him my boyfriend doesn’t always give great head. “But I though gay guys gave the best head?” “Well we do but he doesn’t lick or suck my balls enough.” I could see Jeff was chubbing up just at the thought or mention of blowjob. “But  what do your balls have to do with getting head?” “Allow me to demonstrate…” I said and gently pushed him down on the couch, pulled down his sweats, briefs, and began licking and teasing his hairy sweaty balls with my tongue. “Oh fuck…”, he moaned and began jerking his rapidly stiffening cock as I tongued his balls.

yeahstr82gay:

Ed looked down at the panting man impaled on his cock and couldn’t help but feel pity for the dude’s girlfriend.

It’s not that the dude was willing to have sex with another guy—Ed had been fucking around with men since he was in high school.  No, what made Ed pity the dude’s girlfriend was how sub-bitchy this guy got about it.  He wasn’t happy unless Ed fucked him hard and rough, on his back, legs up, hole exposed, like one of the whore’s Ed used to visit when he was in the navy.  Fucking with a guy was one thing—guys do that—but fucking like a whore?  It was just unacceptable to Ed’s way of thinking.  How could a guy like that still manage a woman?

His flesh on fire, Matt gripped Ed’s hip and searched for words to give his bursting heart voice.  This couldn’t be love—all they did was fuck on Saturday mornings—but it sure felt more thrilling than anything he’d felt with Carla.  But what words do you offer a man like Ed?  Matt had never, ever told another man “I love you.”  He’d barely had a real conversation with any man beyond, “How ‘bout them Sox, yeh?”  His eyes searched Ed’s and found no answers; he punted.

"Oh … oh Ed.  Please.  Fuck me harder," Matt panted.  It was the best he could do; they were the only words that seemed to make sense.  "Please.  Get in closer."  His spine tingled as he felt Ed’d thighs hunch up against his exposed legs.

Ed bit his lip and thrust harder.  Bitch always liked it harder, it’s all he fucking asked for. And look at that cock: such a fucking nice cock, any woman’s dream, and here it was, pulsing and twitching, hard as stone without any help, just from a man fucking his ass.  Ed thrust sharply upward.  Last week, he made that swollen fuck-piece splatter on the guy’s chin; this week he’d see if he could make it squirt right onto his nose.

Matt curled his toes.  This had to be love.  ”Ohhhh! Yes!  Ed!  I feel you!”  I just want you to know I fucking love this; I love you.  I love your touch.  But no, can’t say that.  ”Harder!”

Yes, it had to be love, and Matt new exactly why: the first day he saw Ed down at the deli after work, picking up a grinder for himself while Matt picked up baked chicken for himself and Carla, Matt thought, “There’s dad.”  He didn’t look like Dad; he just had Dad’s aura, that ex-mil, nice-tough-guy swag that always gave Matt a tickle in the pickle.  ”Hey, nice sandwich,” he’d blurted at Ed, leaning over towards him in a shameless introduction.  He was done letting men like Ed—like Dad—go.  His mother had let his dad go once, 15 years ago, and he wasn’t going to be like her.

With a soft, high-pitched squeal, Matt squeezed his cunt hard around the man who would never love him. 

drakestories:

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drakestories:

Kevin was my fraternity brother and best friend. Seems like we were hanging out together on weeknights a lot. Usually in our boxers… I’d pop wood and Kev would too. He’d pull up a good porn vid and I would service him. He actually gives a little high-pitched whimper when he orgasms, which is cute.

"Thanks, bro," he’d say nonchalantly after he came. 

(Source: nipplelicious1)

John had been my neighbor for about 5 years now. I was open with my neighbors about my sexuality and was actually one of three gay couples on my block. Having degrees and work in similar fields, Psychology and Social Work respectively, John and I often had many things to talk about. John’s wife had been pregnant for about six months and during every conversation he would bring up sex. I would entertain the topic for a bit and then move on.
The Fourth of July after our street-wide bash we were the last two revelers left awake. The street was quiet as we carried his tables to his back patio. He offered me a drink and I accepted and we settled on his patio in the dim light talking about different subjects. I asked how he was adjusting to his wife’s pregnancy. He confessed fears about being a good parent and other monetary concerns. “The biggest thing though is since she got pregnant Alex and I haven’t had sex.”, he said with a heavy sigh. “I haven’t jerked off cause I’m hoping she’ll need some loving. This far along though I doubt it.” My eyes having adjusted in the dim light I could see the tent in his jean shorts. Of course I was aroused but my partner was asleep in bed four houses away. I squirmed unsure of what to say, do, and thinking of how to get out of there without offending John. He derailed my train of thought however when he said, “I hear you guys going at it some nights. I’ll be outside having a drink or smoke and I hear you guys if it’s a quiet night and your windows are open. Lately I’ve been jealous of that.” I jokingly responded well we do love having sex and turned away to glance at the fireflies flickering in his back yard.
Air conditioners hummed to life to counter the muggy air and my attention was drawn back towards John when I heard the sound of a belt being undone. “Come on buddy help me out here. I have six months of cum in my cock. Much longer I’ll go nuts.” He said as his fished out his hard cock and settled on top of the stone patio table. He could see the indecision on my face. “Your boyfriend is asleep and so is Alex. Help me out here.” There was no threat of violence, or any other cliche from a porn just a genuine pleading tone to his voice. What sold me on it was the look in his eyes just pure earnest pleading and need. “Help me out. Please.” I sunk to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. Running my tongue up and down his cock giving him sensations he had been missing for months. I would feel his balls throb and I would pull off, taking him to the edge, and back. Judging by his fingers digging into my shoulder as I sucked him he was enjoying it. I decided to drain him good as he came close to shooting he took off shirt and put it in his mouth to muffle his cries of pleasure. Even through the shirt his relief was loud and caused his body to shake as I drained each drop from his backed up cock. Spent he collapsed backwards onto the table and fell promptly asleep. I pulled his pants back up, zipped him up, and headed back home.
I saw him a few days later working in his yard. I expected avoidance or some drastic change in our interaction. “Thanks for your help the other night buddy.” I told him no problem. As I went to walk away he grabbed my shoulder and repeated. “Seriously Thank You.” Our friendship continued the same after that. John later confided in me he had been fighting off advances from a co-worker and was dangerously close to giving in due to his “back-up”. I never spoke of blowing him again and he never asked me to but he, his wife, and their daughter seem happier than ever.

John had been my neighbor for about 5 years now. I was open with my neighbors about my sexuality and was actually one of three gay couples on my block. Having degrees and work in similar fields, Psychology and Social Work respectively, John and I often had many things to talk about. John’s wife had been pregnant for about six months and during every conversation he would bring up sex. I would entertain the topic for a bit and then move on.

The Fourth of July after our street-wide bash we were the last two revelers left awake. The street was quiet as we carried his tables to his back patio. He offered me a drink and I accepted and we settled on his patio in the dim light talking about different subjects. I asked how he was adjusting to his wife’s pregnancy. He confessed fears about being a good parent and other monetary concerns. “The biggest thing though is since she got pregnant Alex and I haven’t had sex.”, he said with a heavy sigh. “I haven’t jerked off cause I’m hoping she’ll need some loving. This far along though I doubt it.” My eyes having adjusted in the dim light I could see the tent in his jean shorts. Of course I was aroused but my partner was asleep in bed four houses away. I squirmed unsure of what to say, do, and thinking of how to get out of there without offending John. He derailed my train of thought however when he said, “I hear you guys going at it some nights. I’ll be outside having a drink or smoke and I hear you guys if it’s a quiet night and your windows are open. Lately I’ve been jealous of that.” I jokingly responded well we do love having sex and turned away to glance at the fireflies flickering in his back yard.

Air conditioners hummed to life to counter the muggy air and my attention was drawn back towards John when I heard the sound of a belt being undone. “Come on buddy help me out here. I have six months of cum in my cock. Much longer I’ll go nuts.” He said as his fished out his hard cock and settled on top of the stone patio table. He could see the indecision on my face. “Your boyfriend is asleep and so is Alex. Help me out here.” There was no threat of violence, or any other cliche from a porn just a genuine pleading tone to his voice. What sold me on it was the look in his eyes just pure earnest pleading and need. “Help me out. Please.” I sunk to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. Running my tongue up and down his cock giving him sensations he had been missing for months. I would feel his balls throb and I would pull off, taking him to the edge, and back. Judging by his fingers digging into my shoulder as I sucked him he was enjoying it. I decided to drain him good as he came close to shooting he took off shirt and put it in his mouth to muffle his cries of pleasure. Even through the shirt his relief was loud and caused his body to shake as I drained each drop from his backed up cock. Spent he collapsed backwards onto the table and fell promptly asleep. I pulled his pants back up, zipped him up, and headed back home.

I saw him a few days later working in his yard. I expected avoidance or some drastic change in our interaction. “Thanks for your help the other night buddy.” I told him no problem. As I went to walk away he grabbed my shoulder and repeated. “Seriously Thank You.” Our friendship continued the same after that. John later confided in me he had been fighting off advances from a co-worker and was dangerously close to giving in due to his “back-up”. I never spoke of blowing him again and he never asked me to but he, his wife, and their daughter seem happier than ever.

cubpanda:

realmenfullbush:

Slept late this morning and jumped out of bed to walk the dog. Of course, I grabbed whatever clothes were on the ground as I scrambled to get dressed. When I got back home I realized why everyone was staring at me as I walked down the street. #mybad #yourewelcome

😍😍😍🐼

For some reason grey shows off cock bulge excellent. 

straightmenrock:

Every day, as I am walking out of the gym, I point at a fag and say, “Hey queer, today it’s your luck day. My car…NOW.”

Does anyone know what video this is from I have seen a few GIFs from it and really want to see the whole thing.

straightmenrock:

Every day, as I am walking out of the gym, I point at a fag and say, “Hey queer, today it’s your luck day. My car…NOW.”

Does anyone know what video this is from I have seen a few GIFs from it and really want to see the whole thing.

ittakesalltypes:

I can’t tell you how FUCKING MANY straight dudes, especially straight college dudes, respond well to an older authority (coach/dad/uncle/etc) taking over. It’s FUCKING AMAZING what I can get them to do. A little restraint and they release their bullshit macho frat bro nonsense and learn to receive pleasure. I mean, Quinn here is a perfect example.

ittakesalltypes:

I can’t tell you how FUCKING MANY straight dudes, especially straight college dudes, respond well to an older authority (coach/dad/uncle/etc) taking over. It’s FUCKING AMAZING what I can get them to do. A little restraint and they release their bullshit macho frat bro nonsense and learn to receive pleasure. I mean, Quinn here is a perfect example.

(Source: inchargedad)

youngstr8masters:

This YoungStr8Master has a wife and two boys at home. He’s out on the road this month, and his hotel room is feeling mighty cold. He’s looking for a fag to drop by and take a couple of loads every evening for the next week. Doesn’t care if it’s your mouth or your ass, as long as you’re warm and appreciative.

From my experience most married guys despite the guilt really long for appreciation, warmth, and physical touch they are missing at home.

(Source: vergasdemexico)

youngstr8masters:

This 29 year old landscaper is married with five kids. He’s running his own business, and with the work and family, it feels like he never has enough time to take care of business. He’s got a couple of large jobs and he’s looking for an assistant to help him get his rocks off.

youngstr8masters:

This 29 year old landscaper is married with five kids. He’s running his own business, and with the work and family, it feels like he never has enough time to take care of business. He’s got a couple of large jobs and he’s looking for an assistant to help him get his rocks off.

(Source: agaysoldiersdreams)

funmate:

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I’m gonna wash that man right out of my hair…

(Source: garybear62)

exposedwhilehot:

Hot U.S. Airman is proud of his killer body and always-hard dick! Download him, upload him, share him, and jack to him. Enjoy.

Fuck you just know he sits like this waiting for a set of lips to wrap around his cock.

Joe and Marshall had been together for over 12 years and both were unrepentant geeks. When they first started dating they bonded over playing video games together or against each other. Joe still played on a regular basis but Marshall did not. Hearing frustrated strings of unintelligible muttering coming from living room Joe went to investigate.

There sat Marshall in only his underwear, controller in hand, pantomiming pulling his hair out and growling, “Jump you damn Bandicoot, jump!” Joe smiled to himself and looked over his partner who was oblivious to his presence and felt a wave of warmth wash over him. He was also getting incredibly turned on by this sight. His cock got harder than it did the night before when Marshall walked in their room naked and erect begging to suck Joe’s cock.
He pondered ripping off that underwear and taking Marshall right there on the couch with the controller still clasped in his hand while video game music flowed from the television. Taking a breath to control himself Joe decided to just enjoy the vision before him for a bit, Having reached a checkpoint Marshall noticed his presence. “Morning, I made coffee.” Marshall said with his slight southern drawl and a smile. Joe returned the greeting and Marshall resumed playing his game. In his boxers Joe’s hard cock throbbed and leaked a bit of pre-cum in excitement. Joe sighed contentedly as he went to pour a cup of coffee and returned to ogle his boyfriend his cock still hard in his boxers.

Joe and Marshall had been together for over 12 years and both were unrepentant geeks. When they first started dating they bonded over playing video games together or against each other. Joe still played on a regular basis but Marshall did not. Hearing frustrated strings of unintelligible muttering coming from living room Joe went to investigate.

There sat Marshall in only his underwear, controller in hand, pantomiming pulling his hair out and growling, “Jump you damn Bandicoot, jump!” Joe smiled to himself and looked over his partner who was oblivious to his presence and felt a wave of warmth wash over him. He was also getting incredibly turned on by this sight. His cock got harder than it did the night before when Marshall walked in their room naked and erect begging to suck Joe’s cock.

He pondered ripping off that underwear and taking Marshall right there on the couch with the controller still clasped in his hand while video game music flowed from the television. Taking a breath to control himself Joe decided to just enjoy the vision before him for a bit, Having reached a checkpoint Marshall noticed his presence. “Morning, I made coffee.” Marshall said with his slight southern drawl and a smile. Joe returned the greeting and Marshall resumed playing his game. In his boxers Joe’s hard cock throbbed and leaked a bit of pre-cum in excitement. Joe sighed contentedly as he went to pour a cup of coffee and returned to ogle his boyfriend his cock still hard in his boxers.

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