Malcolm, or Mac as I knew him, was a burly older guy. We had met on some sort of hookup app years ago after I graduated, and between his kink for younger guys and mine for older, we fucked as much as possible whenever he was in town at the local rest stop. The hotel room we typically shared the cost on was as uncomfortable as it was familiar, and soon enough, I felt myself being held by my older daddy trucker. We kissed, and like always, the smell of cigarettes was fresh on his breath. I hated the smell, and even more the taste, but when it was on him, it was different somehow.
“I wanted to try something new, son.” Mac said after breaking off the kiss, nuzzling his beard into my face to keep me from trying again. “Go ahead and get on that bed, and put this on.”
I disrobed like I always did, and was handed a dark, silky blindfold. Mac looked proud of himself, crossing his arms over his enormous chest and belly. “You like it? Ah’ found it in the next town over in one of those adult-shops.” I smiled, trying my best to not chuckle at the idea of Mac being in a sex shop all alone, much less buying some fancy silk blindfold. In no time, I found myself on the bed, with my bare back supported by the headboard. Despite being so thin, once the blindfold was on I could hardly see anything, and I’ll admit the idea of not knowing what was going to happen next had a sort of kinky excitement. Mac crossed the bed (at least that’s what it sounded like) removing his shoes before awkwardly getting on from the opposite side. I felt him bracing himself as the bed made noise, attempting to stand and make his way towards me. I couldn’t help but smile.
Mac struggled for a moment, straddling on top of me as I continued to keep still and blindfolded. With a huff, he struggled with zippers for a moment before clothes began hitting the floor beside us.
“Put out yer hands, boy.”
I let my hands creep forwards until they touched something tender. I could hear Mac’s breath quicken for a moment as I made contact, and realized that I was rubbing my fingertips across his exposed belly. The skin was warm, and as my fingers grazed across the coarse hair, I could feel his muscles tense in excitement. His belly was the best part of him, at least to me. A lifetime of being on the road meant he was as fat as he was strong, and his big ball belly was already making my cock spring to attention.
I moved downwards, tracing the arc of his midsection until I could comfortably cup his gut from below, allowing my hands to grab and knead at the body I’d been only able to dream about. Mac growled again, swaying as he stayed steady on top of me. I could feel his knees and thighs tense as he attempted to keep still and let me explore. “Damn, son, I didn’t know you… Where so into this?” He said, chuckling between growls as my motions became more and more intense. Saying nothing, I moved downwards still, past the border of his tummy and settled right above his cock, snaking into his unbuttoned jeans and grabbing at his fat pad. The skin here was even warmer, and I could feel his dick hardening the closer and closer I got to giving it attention. “So that’s what you want, son?” Mac whispered, his voice barely audible to me. With a feeling of expectancy, he carefully pulled down his pants and underwear, the air becoming infused with a faint musky aroma. The sound of his heavy breathing echoed in the silence as I reached out blindly, my fingers finding their way to his throbbing cock. With every stroke of my hand, his moans grew louder, and I could feel the shaft in my hand throbbing impatiently, getting warmer and warmer.
Before I could even guide it there, his cock brushed against my lips, pushing them back and giving me a taste. I opened my mouth and he went deep inside, pushing himself down my throat with a long, satisfying howl. I gagged, partially in surprise as Mac fucked my throat, that once hint of his musk now overwhelming my senses as the base of his belly slammed against my forehead. The bed under me slumped inwards with each pump, making my brain spin and become even more disoriented than before. Without even realizing it, I was stroking my cock with a free hand, and with the other pressing against his ass in a desperate attempt to drive him even deeper into me.
“Fuck boy… Fuck… Such a good boy…” Mac chanted over and over as his (and my) strokes became deeper and more intense. I ignored the throbbing pain in the back of my throat and relaxed my muscles, welcoming him deeper as the signature taste of precum coated the inside of my esophagus and letting him move faster.
“Fuck… I’m gonna cum, boy. Don’t move. Sit right there…. Fuck… FUCK!” Mac cried out, his slams into me becoming more frenzied as I could feel his hot load being deposited so deep I had no choice but to swallow all of it. My orgasm wasn’t too far behind, painting Mac’s tight ass with my seed as I shot nearly across the room.
With both of us spent, he moved away from me and collapsed onto the bed, spilling himself off the side and fishing around the dingy carpeted floor for his smokes, grumbling to himself before finding his reward. His lighter flicked into life for a moment as he lit, knowing better than to offer me one. I reached out to wrap my arms around Mac’s worn-out body, feeling the roughness of his skin and the wildness of his chest hair intertwine with my fingertips. “Thanks for that, Mac.” I whispered, the sound of gratitude, and the smell of cigarettes hanging in the air.
Living in a more conservative state, I don’t have many options for getting cock. However, about a year ago, I discovered that the neighboring town has a small porn cinema, and even though it’s straight porn, I do get the chance to sit around and watch hunky country dudes blow loads all over themselves. They are so preoccupied with getting off that they never really notice me staring; it was perfect. Figuring out the best days and times took a while, but slowly I figured out an ideal schedule, making sure I’m sitting in a back corner to avoid being recognized. It wasn’t perfect, of course. If the weather was bad, or it was a holiday, the place tended to be empty. I’d be the only one in the cinema, frustratingly watching porn I had no interest in. The room was on the small side, with seating that could accommodate about 50 people, but the most I had ever seen at once was fewer than 10. It was one of those slow nights, where it was me and one other person. His name was Ed - I had seen him around before and got excited to see that I was alone with him for the first time. He towered over me, with dark hair and a full beard, standing out among the smaller and slimmer men who frequented this place. He had a tendency to grunt right before he came, which was so fucking hot every time I managed to catch him doing it. As two women on the screen started sucking a cock together, I could see Ed getting more worked up a few rows down. His shoulders were moving up and down quickly as he must have unzipped his pants, out of my line of sight. Damn. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer at this pace—my mind was racing. I carefully slid down to sit in his row, hoping to blend in and appear as though I was simply watching the movie like he was. The movie ahead of us continued, the room illuminating enough to make out what was happening as scenes and angles changed. Ed’s pants wrapped around his ankles now, nursing his thick hard cock against a pair of briefs, the fabric straining to contain him. Between the ecstatic moans of the actresses, I could make out that signature grunting as his slow rubs turned into faster pumps. I could feel my body react with twisted excitement, trying my best to face forward but keeping an eye on him. I lowered my pants as well, exposing my bulge as much as he was. My cheeks were burning and I could feel myself trembling; I’d never exposed myself this much before. After the film reached its climax, it ended, plunging us into darkness and silence. It took a minute or two for the old computer system to queue the next movie. The only sound piercing the loud hum of the rattling air conditioning was my heart beating out of my chest. Ed’s voice emerged from the darkness, a husky whisper, breathless. “I know you’re watchin’. Come here. It’s just us.” I obeyed silently, making my way down the row of seats in the darkness until I stood in front of Ed. With a smirk, he tugged my shirt downward, and I found myself on my knees between his thick legs. The cold, sticky concrete was not the most comfortable surface to sit on, but I managed to find a position that kept me hidden from view. The bright light of the cinema momentarily blinded us as the next movie began—the signature slaps of intercourse echoing behind me as Ed continued to work his cock through his underwear. I moved my hands along his thick, hairy thighs as Ed’s muscles grew tighter and jerked with each movement. When I could, I gently massaged his balls and shaft through his underwear, occasionally meeting his large, rough hands with my own. As he watched the film in front of him, his breaths became sharper and quicker with each stroke downwards. “Ngh… Do you want this, boy?” His voice was barely audible. I nodded without a word, pressing my head against his crotch as his knuckles slid across my face. The scent of his body overwhelmed me, driving me wild. Soon, I felt him grunt and finish, his strong muscles contracting and relaxing as he rode out his orgasm. His underwear became soaked with cum, and I desperately licked at the dirty fabric. Ed chuckled, gently pushing me back as he glanced around the room. After confirming it was clear, he swiftly removed his underwear, flipping it inside out and holding it toward me. Before I could react, his hand connected with my face, smothering me with his spent underwear. I freed myself from my underwear, my cock rock hard and melting in my hand as I started to pump myself, the soiled underwear pressed against my face like a mask. The fresh smell and taste of hot cum and musk drove me wild, making me whimper against his large, warm hand. Ed chuckled, cum dribbling out of his cock as I cried out in pleasure into his hand and came, bucking forward and splattering hot nut across Ed’s legs and my own. I could feel the fabric being wiped across my face before being removed, marking me. Telling the others I belonged to him as his personal toy at the cinema. “Good job, boy. Let’s do this again sometime…”
Back when I was just wrapping up college, I found a really cheap apartment across town that was one of the few things in my budget. Calling it an “apartment” was generous, honestly, It was more like a duplex with what looked like a few extra buildings tact on at the last second. But still, for having a crappy job and really wanting to leave home, I was excited.
I was also excited to greet Cyrus, the closest neighbor to me. He was an older, sturdier man, maybe in his late 40s, shorter but compensated with aged muscle. I could tell he was too cheap to get new clothes or didn't mind his appearance, as he mostly wore dark slacks and tight polos. Despite giving off a used car salesman vibe, the outfits were actually flattering on him. He had the exact daddy bear physique I was very much into. His hair showed more gray than black, and his salt-and-pepper beard was neatly trimmed. I'll admit it; I savored every chance I had to look at him.
Cyrus was dealing with his spawn moving out to college (who must have been around my age.) He didn’t have a wife, and with everyone out of the house, I could tell he was looking for some sort of normalcy again. What started as a polite back and forth slowly evolved into a warm friendship, and I’ll admit having such a hot daddy next door always offering to spend time with me made the shitty apartment space very much worth it. Shared meals, watching TV, and just enjoying the company of one another. I’ll admit seeing him change clothes or getting too close to me on the couch would get me so hard I’d have to cover up, but up until that point, I thought he just never noticed.
Something else he did, in case I was ever locked out or just needed something, was give me the keys to his apartment. Cyrus worked at some office downtown, and usually invited me to come over whenever I wanted to (It also came in handy a few times when my heat stopped working…) I’ll admit that I started with the best intentions... Cyrus had a tendency to leave his bedroom door open, or old clothes on the floor, giving me full and ample access to the clothes he had just been wearing that morning before leaving for work. Jerking off with them was incredible - Being able to inhale his musk and rub my nose against the fabric that housed his girthy cock drove me absolutely wild. Over time, I found myself getting more and more adventurous and careless with the "gifts" left for me, visiting earlier and earlier after he left for work, hoping to still capture his warmth. I wished more than anything that I had more than just dirty clothes to satisfy me and started to feel like I was some sort of pervert for doing this.
A few months later, something had changed. Cyrus had been leaving for work earlier, doing his laundry less often, and coming home without mentioning any odd occurrences. He informed me that he needed to visit family for a week and requested me to watch over the apartment. I agreed and was instructed to return the next morning after he departed for the airport.
As I opened the door that morning it was the first thing I saw - On the couch, right in plain view as I opened the door, was a dildo sitting upright and waiting. I had never seen it before, and briefly worried that someone had left it there as a joke—until I discovered an explanation written on a sticky note under the suction cup base of the toy:
“I thought you might like something more intense. We can talk about it when I’m home. Have fun. - C”
The toy was a good size, just over 8 inches, and looked to be freshly slick with something transparent. Was it…lube?
I picked the toy up in my hand, feeling the girth and allowing my imagination to run wild. With careful testing (tasting) the lube that was coating the toy was simply water-based, and had just recently been used. I could smell Cyrus on the toy, like his clothes but so much more intense. He used this, he had this in his ass, and he must have left it for me. Before I could think anything else, I had the false cock rubbing against my lips, and soon enough plunging it down my throat.
The lube carried his scent and tasted better than I could have ever imagined. My mind raced with images of him using that lube on himself, slowly and deliberately working that toy cock into his body. Did he take his time, savoring each sensation, allowing himself to stretch open? Or did he give in to urgency, thrusting faster and working to the hilt to fill himself up? Was he lost in thoughts of me as he pleasured himself? The muscles of his thick, beefy, and hairy body must have trembled as he lowered himself onto the toy, or perhaps he was so skilled that it was second nature to him? Fuck, that’s hot. He’s so fucking hot.
How long has he known about what I’ve been doing? My thoughts swirled as I continued to suck on the toy, stroking my cock as I kneeled on the living room floor like some sort of degenerate. Is this what his daddy hole tasted like? It was incredible—soon enough, I felt my load rocket out of my cock and splatter on the floor ahead of me. I gasped for breath, carefully placing the toy down and praying that some of “him” was still there for me next time.
I stood up and carefully made my way to the bathroom to clean up, I had a few more days until Cyrus was home and get the answers to all my questions…
Father Augustine felt a rough, calloused hand clamp down on the back of his head, fingers digging into his scalp and making every uprooted follicle scream. He steadied himself, trying his best to adjust to the overwhelming, blinding light blocking his vision. "Good evening, brother," a disembodied voice rang out. The room sounded large, ancient, and in a moment of silence could hear the dripping of water. Was he underground? Under the church?
The accusing voice cut through the thick air, its sharpness tinged with amusement. "You’ve been indulging in the sins of the flesh, haven’t you?" The voice said, his rough outline barely coming into view and pulling a phone out of his pocket, the white light of the screen clashing against the blinding orange in front of him. After a moment of adjustment he could see what was being shown to him - a profile, his own profile, on the gay hookup app he had just started to use a few months ago. A pang of guilt twisted in his stomach as he realized how public his private indulgences had become.
"Bishop Thomlinson does not need to know about our little secret, does he?" The voice said after giving Augustine enough time to realize exactly what was going to happen. "I figured we could welcome you into the brotherhood and fulfill that desperate little fantasy of yours..." Father Augustine could feel a twisted sense of panic and excitement, horror and arousal, as another hand wrenched at his jaw, opening his mouth and readying it for what was coming.
[I may create a continuation of this, let me know what you think!]
The sound of the latch clicked, echoing across the dungeon and making your hair stand on end. Nobody possibly could have followed you, and you’ve been through enough checkpoints.
Despite being deep underground, the room was surprisingly spacious and well-ventilated. A steady flow of fresh air filled your lungs, likely aided by some kind of magical enchantment. As you approached, torches lining the walls flared to life, casting flickering shadows across the figure waiting patiently for you.
The Orc was unremarkable, at least at a glance. He glares at you, with heavy links of iron chains leading to the ceiling, keeping him in place for more questioning. You clear your throat nervously and take a seat on a nearby bench, trying to ignore the clink of the chains and focusing on the task at hand.
"My name is Avourel of Quidove," you recite in a tense manner, looking at your lap to avoid the gaze of the hulking creature ahead of you. "I’ve been assigned as your defense before the trial to decide your execution."
“…Avourel. That sounds Elven. You don’t look it.” The Orc spat, even from across the room you can feel the hate radiating from his eyes.
"Half human." you blurt out. "Much like yourself, from what I’ve read. That’s the only reason you’re down here and not in a mass grave."
The Orc grunts, his grimace turning into a lopsided smile, tusks and sharp teeth glinting in the magical glow of a nearby torch. “You think I did this, elf?” He says simply, adjusting himself on his chains and trying to get a better look at you. “My people don’t lie; you know that. Unless you think that’s a human habit coming out?”
You feel the charges he’s been accused of catch in your throat, making you second guess after spending so much time coming down here. Could it have been by something, someone else...?
"The village has been burned, and an encampment of your people was found nearby and… disposed of," you manage to squeak out, avoiding the gaze of the orc as his grimace turns into something unreadable. "And because you refused to answer questions, you’re here, alive, for the time being."
The Orc grunts, looking down and away from you at last. Are Orcs able to feel grief? Pain? His dark eyes are unreadable as you try to penetrate, but nothing is given to you in response. You can’t help but feel a twinge of... pity?
"Unfortunately, the burden of proving innocence has fallen to me," you say coolly, keeping an eye out for any change of expression. "If you’d like to prove yourself as something besides a brute, we’ll need to work together."
"Only because you have to," the Orc said simply, looking back to you again.
"Yes," is all you can manage to say. You’d need to prove the innocence of this Orc, even if he is Narzgarah the killer.
Heya Boys. Thought we could celebrate this tuesday with just you, me and this big belly between us. I love having so much heft, and I hope you can lend a hand too
Your vestments chafe against your body, your nipples perking through the cheap fabric as you, more than anything, want to remove yourself of them. You compose yourself, clasping your hands into prayer and try yet again to keep those thoughts away...
How good would it feel? To let go? To let these vices take over. To allow yourself to be consumed by pleasures of the flesh.
You continue your prayer, even harder now. The voices, demands are getting louder and louder.
Urgran stares you down, occasionally glancing at the chains keeping him in place. "Our agreement has 5 more hours, human. If you plan to do more than just stare you'd best get over here..."
Happy Monday! Throwback to when I had my nails done on a whim and decided to take a few photos 🤣 Love the way these turned out, but god I never realized how much I appreciated having short nails.
Special Thank You to Cry for getting me this chest piece from my Throne wishlist! If you feel like helping me get more costumes, props and toys, please check it out 🙏💖 ----------------------------------------------------- It had been almost two weeks now, and my order still had not arrived. It was getting harder and harder to hide anything from Eli, and my constant trips to the mailbox and post office didn’t help. We had been dating for close to a year now, coming up on our anniversary, and while being romantic with my best friend's dad has had its own issues, keeping secrets usually with him wasn't one of them.
The package I ordered was something on the kinkier side. I wanted to get some sexier outfits to tease him with, but trying to sneak things under his nose had proven to be almost impossible. I thought I had figured out a system, but the post office had its own plans. I made my way to Eli’s house and slowly crossed the threshold, thoughts of trying to contact whoever for a refund, if I could even get one, and how I could find something else in time for our anniversary bouncing around in my head. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt, the idea of not being able to give him anything feeling awful.
Eli's voice echoed throughout the sprawling house as he welcomed me home. "Can you join me in the bedroom for a moment?" The excitement of hearing his voice was overshadowed by my own guilt, knowing that all of my carefully-made plans had fallen through. I walked over to the doorway and paused, unsure of what awaited me inside.
Eli turned towards me, his cheeks flushed with a sheepish smile. His large frame was awkwardly positioned on his knees on the old queen-sized bed we had been sharing. He wore the same outfit I had purchased for myself, the fabric stretched to its limits over his solid muscles. I couldn't help but stare, my own cheeks heating up as I gazed at his inviting dadbod, tempting me to move closer. The bed creaked as he shifted, a slight scent of cologne lingering in the air around us.
Eli spoke softly after a moment, looking down at himself. "Well, I know you didn’t buy these for me, but I wanted to give you a surprise," Eli said simply, flexing his hefty body at every moment he could. I couldn’t help but admit that the outfit looked way better on him than on me.
My lips met his as I found my fingers snaking underneath the elastic bands that held his beefy body in place, his frame trembling as I held back the elastic and let it go, slapping against his bare skin. He was warm, warm as he always was, as I drew him close and let his bare skin touch mine.
"Happy Anniversary, Daddy," I said between kisses, laying him down on the bed to see where the night was going to take us next.
Time for another throwback! I absolutely love these photos - It was one of the first times I felt really fancy and artsy with my content, so I always look fondly back on these. God I wish I still had this mirror...
Happy Friday! I felt really fucking pent these past few weeks and thought it would be fun to share. Love getting the chance to sneak off to the bedroom and blow a nice load all over this big belly 😈
Bubba wasn't much of a talker. In fact, I can't even remember his real name. But working on this farm for six months has been beneficial in many ways. Physically, I feel stronger and more capable. And let's not forget the perk of having some occasional eye candy… Which may or may not be the reason I even took this job to begin with.
Bubba was a little bit older than I was and had helped run this place since he was born. With his parents dead, he’s fully taken over the operation, carefully tending to all the animals and crops on the property. It's long, back-breaking work, but he never seems to mind and, for the most part, keeps to himself when he’s done working. As part of the agreement, I live in a guest cottage next door, waking up even before he does to start working and getting things ready. I don’t mind it that much, and the money isn't too bad.
Bubba, however, is another story. I hate to admit that he’s the reason why I even decided to work out here - he stands at least 6 feet tall, well-built, burly, and more than willing to shed a few layers of clothes when things get too hot or stifled. But it's not just his physical appearance that draws me to him; it's also his scent - one that I used to hate but now find myself strangely missing whenever I'm away from this place. His musk is thick yet almost nuanced, a heady blend of earthy dirt, hay bales, and freshly cut grass that lingers in the air long after he's gone. It's like a part of him remains even when he's not around. Despite my initial dislike for it, Bubba's scent has become an ingrained part of this place for me. It reminds me of hard work and sweat, of long days under the sun and the satisfaction of a job well done. So now, whenever I leave for the weekend or head into town for supplies, I find myself oddly longing for that familiar, musky aroma.
“Meet me at the barn tonight”
The note was left on the door of my guest cottage, making me stop short - It was the end of my shift, but something deep inside told me I had to go see what this was about. It was unusual, almost out of character for Bubba to do something like this.
I opened the door to the barn and looked around the gloomy interior - This wasn’t a place we went to very often, and with all of the rotten beams inside, the entire building was running the risk of falling apart next time we had a strong storm. Soon enough my eyes adjusted, and I saw Bubba waiting for me - His hat was low, hiding his expression, and as I walked forward he adjusted awkwardly where he stood. He was wearing his usual overalls, with nothing underneath if I had to have guessed, his bulky body just visible enough to make my way towards.
“Heya Bubba - What’s this abou-”
Before I could finish speaking, Bubba pulled me by the wrist, drawing me close and pressing his lips gently, then aggressively against mine. Our mouths opened, and our tongues engaged in an awkward dance, both of us gasping for breath in surprise as our bodies moved on their own accord, acting on some sort of desire we were both too afraid to talk about. I could feel his erection pressing against the interior of his overalls, meeting my own as we broke apart and looked at one another.
“Sorry,” he said with a slow drawl, placing his hat low to hide a blush. “I just wanted to talk to you about... how I…”
I leaned forward again for a kiss, meeting his lips with more intention and desire than before. His bulky arms wrapped around my body and I around his, embracing one another with so much intensity I could hardly believe it. Was this really happening?! I could feel a bulky hand grab at the back of my neck and push me downward, wordlessly instructing me what he wanted next, his cock already out from the confines of his overalls and half-mast, begging for more.
I felt the back of my head being pushed forward to Bubba’s flaccid cock, resting at the base of his shaft and breathing in that scent I had grown so obsessed with, so dependent on. Carefully, I pulled his balls out of the crotch of his pants, letting them fall against my mouth as I lapped up every inch of exposed skin, his member already starting to stiffen from the attention. Bubba groaned, leaning further back onto the wooden fencing and letting his hands go limp, stopping at my shoulders to keep himself steady. I moved up from his balls and to his cock, letting the thick and uncut member go into my mouth. The flavor here was even more intense, that musk hitting my tongue to the point where I thought I might pass out from excitement.
Carefully, while still in my mouth, I used my tongue to pull back the skin on his uncut cock, lapping under the head and cleaning every inch I could find while he continued to gasp for breath. I pulled away for a moment to catch my breath, but Bubba wasn’t having it. He wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled me back towards him, driving his cock back into my eager mouth. I could feel myself getting more turned on by the roughness of his touch, the primal instinct taking over as I eagerly sucked him off, allowing his cock to hit the back of my throat and go even deeper. As he continued to pump I could feel his body trembling as he got closer and closer, precum starting to replace the taste of his musk as he shoved my head deeper into his fat pad.
Soon enough he reached his climax - His gentle gasps and groans replaced with a loud, strong roar as he unloaded himself, erupting with so much cum I disengaged from his cock and coughed up what I couldn’t swallow, while more of his load peppered my face and hair as he continued to shoot. We looked back at one another, his face still a deep shade of red from embarrassment.
“I have a nice… uh, shower back at the house you could use. Maybe yew’ could spend the night?”
I chuckled, wiping some of the extra cum away from my eyes and nodded. 6 months was so fucking worth it.
Chance looked me up and down, a sneer crossing his face as he adjusted his singlet, giving his crotch a good shake. "Looks like you still need to do some more training," he said bluntly. I was too distracted by his belly to notice... Soon enough he was distracted too, I had no idea how much of a pig bottom he really was…
(Heya, this week got a little busy so I don't have a full story at the moment, I might re-approach this later in the week when I have some free time!)
