It was a perfect afternoon for a graduation party. Colin had all of his close buddies and cousins enjoying their time in our backyard. The pool was full of noisy, happy young men and women, and the makeshift volleyball court had been busy for the past couple of hours.
My son Collin just graduated from college. He was now back home for a brief period of time before moving to the East Coast for his new job. His mom and I were just so proud of his accomplishments. I was even prouder than other parents because I knew how difficult it was for him to move away from here for college, and for him to make a life of himself away from here, and away from me.
It was 4 years ago when I had to convince him that this was the best for him. You see, Colin and I had been sex partners for several months, ever since he came home a bit drunk and I had to almost carry him to his bed. Without warning, he started clawing at my clothes and one thing led to another, we both ended up giving each other blowjobs. How we managed to keep that quiet while his mom was asleep, I’ll never know.
Since that time, we both had been sneaking around whenever we could. I thought at my age, sex was almost done, but in bed with Coliln, I was my old tiger self. I could not get enough of Colin’s tight hole. The first night I took his anal cherry was the most special night of my life. I never felt anything so tight, so stimulating, and so fucking good! And Colin just didn’t lie there passively. He was caressing every inch of my body with his hands, while verbally telling me how much he wanted me to fuck him hard and deep! I had the most intense orgasm I ever had that night, pumping load of my cum into my son’s ass while I look deeply into his eyes.
Over the next few months, while I had amazing sex with Colin, I could also see a change in him. He didn’t seem to want to go out with his friends that much anymore. He became quite a homebody, and showed his preference to do things with me. Even his mom noticed how he was around the house a lot more.
While I enjoyed Colin’s company, I started to worry that our relationship was causing him to cut him off from his friends, and people of his own age. It was then that I made the most difficult decision of my life, to tell him that he needed to be away from us when he went to college. Colin was shocked and hurt by my suggestion, but I had to tell him why. I told him that he needed to go out on his own, and find his own way. What he and I had can’t last, and it can’t be a distraction from him going on with his own life.
He reluctantly agreed, and the day that we said goobye to him at the airport was one of the most difficult days of my life. Through the 4 years of college, he came back for most of the holidays, with the occasional vacation spent at his grandparents and one on a Christmas vacation in Bermuda. So I got to see him a few times a year, but we never rekindled our intimate relationship. I was determined to see that my Colin be independent of me.
So that was why I was thoroughly proud of my son, because I knew how difficult it was for him to severe what we had. Still, the 4 years hadn’t diminished my lust for him. If anything, his body has developed even more. He was walking around in short and no shirt, showing off that marvelous tight, muscular body, something he acquired while in college. The thought of running my hands on that sculptured chest, and licking those protruding tits while I pound his tight hole gave me an instant hardon in my own jeans.
My daydreaming was broken as my son walked up to me at the edge of the patio. We were away from the crowds that were still enjoying the food and activities.
"Thanks for the wonderful party, dad!" he said to me.
"It’s our pleasure, Colin. You deserve it!" I replied to him, my face beaming with pride.
He stood in front of me, his gaze bore right into my eyes. “Thank you for doing what you did. I hated you in the beginning, but I understand now why you did it.” he said.
I nodded. “I had to, Colin. You need to find your own life, and I was a distraction to what you need to pursue.” I replied.
Suddenly, he smiled. “Dad, would you care to distract me again, just for old time sake?” he asked.
I was taken aback slightly at the suggestion. “Are you sure? Haven’t you found someone, maybe closer to your own age? Are you sure you still want this old body?” I asked, with a chuckle.
Colin moved even closer to where I was sitting. “Actually, dad, if you really want to know, I seem to be attracted to older men. Maybe I was thinking of you, or maybe it is something else, but most of the men that I’ve been have been older than me.” he explained.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know more, or if I was feeling a bit jealous at the men that have had my son. I had to push the image of Colin on his back, spreading his legs and offering his hole to some older men.
"Oh, and one more thing, dad," Colin continued. "I also discovered how much I love fucking older, mature men. I especially love topping rugged, butch men."
Now that was something I didn’t expect. In the few months that Colin and I were fucking around, I was always the top, pounding his ass into submission each time. Somehow, him topping older men didn’t cross my mind.
"So dad, you fit the bill to a T" Colin said to me, with a mischievous look on his face. "I have been dreaming of giving you back what you gave me. And I’m guessing that no one has ever gone down that road with you before, so I get to burst your cheery the same way you did mine."
I was at a loss for words. My Colin not only had become independent of me, but he had also grown a set of balls to have such confidence. But at the same time, I was pondering the idea of being fucked by this randy young man who will, as he had guessed, take my cherry ass for the first time.
"So how about it, dad?" he asked. "Are you game? I know that Mom and Sally are going shopping tomorrow morning. They’ll be gone the whole day. We will have plenty of time for me to work on that tight ass of yours. You can see how many time I can shoot my load in a span of a couple of hours." he said, with a big smile on his face.
I took me only a minute to think it over before I replied to him. “OK, but don’t expect any other graduation gift from me, understand?” My ass muscles were clenching at the idea of what will happen tomorrow.
"its not THAT big son"
"Oh yes it IS, dad! It’s fucking huge and it will tear my ass to shreds. But you know what, dad? I’m gonna sit on it and impale my ass with it, even if it kills me, because right now, my ass is damn hungry for your cum."
At first, I didn’t notice him. When you are just starting a new construction project, you are usually preoccupied by the job, and not what went on around you. Besides, I was still new on the job, 6 months into working for a very busy construction company.
Still, I started to notice him, especially around lunch time. I see him either sitting on a bench, or just leaning against the wall, watching us work and going about our business. It was a few days later, after I started to notice him, that I realized that he was watching me!
Underneath my filthy work clothes and my hard hat, I’m a 25 year old man. After college, I just couldn’t get myself motivated to pursue a career. So I decided to go into construction, working here and there with a home improvement company before landing this job. It was hard work, but I was beginning to think that this was what I was meant to do. It also meant that all the years of hard, physical labor had kept my body in quite a good shape. I didn’t have to work out to maintain my well-developed pecs and abs, and my arms and shoulders certainly won’t put me to shame.
Still, you can’t see those underneath my construction clothes, so I wasn’t sure why this man was keeping his focus on me. He was old enough to be my dad, but I could tell that he was in an amazing physical shape just from what I can see from his tight-fitting clothes.
This went on for almost a week. Almost every single day I was on the job, I would see him, looking at me during lunch time. I looked around to see if anyone else was aware of this, and it didn’t seem to be so. By the end of the week, I was getting a bit more self-conscious whenever I spotted him. For some odd reason, I started to wear tighter jeans and more fitting t-shirt, as if I was trying to impress him even more. I think it worked because the first day he saw me in such tight outfit, I could detect a smile on his face. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say his eyes were roaming up and down my body, and a look of approval flashed through his face. I didn’t know why, but it got me hard to be the object of someone’s desire.
The next day, when I spotted him, I had a bit of a surprise. It seemed that he turned the tables on me and wore a very tight, body fitting t-shirt and jeans. I could definitely see the definitions in his body this time. But what made my jaw almost dropped was the prominent bulge in his pants. There was no question that he was going commando that day, and that he was packing a big one. He smiled at me when he saw me staring at his package. In fact, as I looked at him some more, I could have sworn that it was getting larger by the minute. This man was utterly dangerous.
He left, as usual, at the end of lunch hour. But this time, as I was packing up to leave at the end of the day, I could sense someone standing behind me right by the truck. Sure enough, when I turned around, there was my admirer, this time, only a few feet away from me. He looked even more dashing up close, and I realized that he stood at least 6 inches taller than me. He was not only dangerous, but he was also big!
"Hi there! I’d love to take you out for a drink if you have time!" he said as I heard his voice for the first time. God, it was a deep voice, just what one would expect from a real man. I wasn’t a wimp, but at that time, I felt as if my knees would buckle.
"Er, sure. I have time. Is there a good bar near here?", I managed a weak reply.
He gave me that smile again. “There are plenty of good bars around here, but I was thinking of my place, which is only a couple of blocks away.” he said with a wink.
I knew what the invitation was for. In the short period of time since I noticed him more than a week ago, I went from never even considering gay sex, to being suddenly in lust with this stranger. And I realized that, at that point, I could cross that line that day, and that this stranger, this dangerous man, would be the one who not only introduce me to the world of gay sex, but most likely will also take my virgin ass…. if I decided to go back to his place with him.
I didn’t get back to my apartment till late that night. As I took my second shower of the evening, my body tingled with memories of his touch and his body against mine, and the soreness in my ass reminded me of the pounding I took from his 9-inch monster cock. My ass was still full of two huge loads from him. The thought that my first time was with a real man, a true stallion, caused my dick to harden again. I couldn’t help it but jacked off my cock, trying to coax the third load of the evening.
David Pevsner by Jay Jorgensen
Am I the only one who notices these things?
Scott, my sister’s husband of a year and a half, is a terrific guy, fun to be with, and loved by my entire family. Yet, I try to avoid him as much as I can. No, I don’t hate him. In fact, it is the opposite. I like him a lot, and unfortunately, I find him extremely attractive and hot. I hate myself for daydreaming what it would be like to see him naked, to see his muscular, hairy body on top of me, crushing me with his body weight as we kiss passionately, as he rams his thick hard cock deep into my ass….
Fuck! See what I mean? I’m already completely boned up just thinking about him! But what is worse is that, Scott isn’t completely innocent in all this. Does he really have to wear that tight, body-hugging t-shirt whenever he shows up? It molds to every contour of his muscular body, showing off his pecs, his bulging biceps, and his ripped abs. Shit, he might as well not wear a shirt! But more than that, does he really have to wear that tight, crotch-hugging jeans? It shows off clearly the large bulge, and I can’t believe no one else noticed this before.
This morning, I am the only one home while everyone else is out doing their stuff. Scott shows up to borrow some tools he needs to do some DIY work at his new house. Of course, he shows up looking like a million bucks. Maybe I should just throw myself at him, rip off his clothes, and get it done and over with. But I control myself and instead, after he finds the tools, shoot a little breeze with him in the kitchen. That is when I notice that the bulge in his jeans is more prominent this morning. Holy shit! I can see the outline of his dick! He is not wearing any underwear!
I am having a very difficult time keeping my eyes onto his face as we talk, and I’m also having difficulty breathing, as my eyes keep darting to his crotch, trying to imprint into my mind that obscene bulge. Shit, he’s still soft, and already I can see it clearly through the fabric. He’s gotta be huge when he gets hard. My sister is one lucky woman!
When I look back up to his face, I realize that our conversation has come to a halt, and Scott was looking directly at my face. There is a strange smile on his own face, and I realize that he knows I’ve been staring at his package. At this point, I don’t know what will happen next. Is he going to be mad, is he going to call me names? Is the shit going to hit the ceiling fan?
Unexpectedly, he moves his hand to the growing bulge in his jeans. I look at his fingers as they massage the outline of his dick. When I look up at his face again, his smile is even bigger.
I now know what this is about, and that he came here this morning with a definite plan. And I am beginning to like this plan.
"No one is going to be home for the next couple of hours," is all that I need to say to him. We both know, and we both understand.
Comes out March 7th on LucasEntertainment.com
I wanna see it
This looks dope as fuck
I’m really excited for this.I CANT WAIT!!!!thechriscrocker
this is also a good picture tbh/chris crocker can get it.
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