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Late-night

by D.B. Reed


I looked at the clock and realized that he was nearly an hour later than when he said he'd be there. Damn! I was so fucking horny I could hardly stand it. I couldn't wait to feel his big cock up my hot ass-hole. For all of you who are pro wrestling fans you'll appreciate the fact that he looks like an absolute double for Arne Anderson, big and blond and stocky and built like a tank. Plus he's got that coating of blondish/brown hair all over him just like Arn, only a little darker and a whole lot thicker. No shit, he's coated like a fucking blond gorilla! Just as I was beginning to think that he might not show up I heard a soft knock at the door. I damned near tripped vaulting across the room to let him in, opened the door and said "Oh where the fuck have you been, I've been going crazy waiting for you!" He stepped inside my small apartment and said "Jesus, Cody, the bitch took longer getting to sleep than usual. I guess maybe she's building up a tolerance to the sleeping pills I've been slipping her lately. What the hell am I supposed to say to her? 'Yeah honey, go on to bed. I'm going out to meet my hot boy fuck?' No, I don't think so! Hey, I'm here now aren't I?" he said, and I realized that I was being unreasonable. Damn he looked good, dressed in a black turtleneck pullover and faded jeans. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him close to me, thrusting my tongue deep into his mouth the instant our lips met. Inside his mouth is the distinctively undeniable flavor of pussy and I get violently jealous of the fact that he's just made it with her. As I lick around the outside of his lips I can taste more of her juices clinging to the coarse hairs of his rough- whiskered face. This wasn't the first time he'd come late and I'd tasted her cunt on him, and I had no doubt that I would taste and smell it on his cock as well. It didn't matter, there was no point in being jealous of his wife. After all, he was with me now right? I opened my mouth and let him dig his tongue in, doing my best to get rid of the last of those flavors on him. I reached down and slipped my hand into the bottom of his shirt, raking through the thick hairiness of his belly and then upward to his broad hair-washed chest. "Here get this damned thing off!" I said, pulling the turtleneck up and yanking it over his head. He finished removing it and tossed it over in the corner behind me. Before he dropped his arms though, I dove forward and buried my face in the thick brown muff of his arm-pits, nipping at the hairs with my lips, and sniffing in the heady very male aromas of his underarms. After a few minutes of that I traced my tongue over to his one nicely peaked pec, searching for the already hardening nipple buried deep in the dense thicket of hair. Chewing on one, and roughly pinching the other one, I soon had both of his tits hard as bullets, alternating my tongue from one to the other and rubbing my face through his thick chest mat while I moved from side to side. "Oh yeah baby, I love when you do that!" he said, locking his hands behind his head to give me easy access to his other arm-pit before we went back to a long, very deep, open-mouthed kiss that lasted for some time. My hands were again on the back of his neck, pulling him close to me and feeling the hairs that extend right down his neck and onto his back. There's just a dusting there, more down at the base of his back before exploding into a forest just as it reaches the top of his jeans. It's the front of him that I really dig though, his thickly haired chest rubbing up against my own smooth one. I press my mid-section against him and feel that he's got a hard-on (just like me) and one hand moves down to grab him from the outside. At the same time I feel one of his hands slip into the top of my running shorts, his big paw cupping one of my muscular buttocks and squeezing it tightly. Fumbling with his zipper and deftly unbuttoning his jeans, I pull them down over his heavy muscular thighs and they fall the rest of the way to the floor by virtue of gravity. I knew he wouldn't be wearing underwear (he never does when he comes too see me) and I begin my slow deliberate tongue journey from his mouth, down the center of his chest, following the thick line of hair to his sexy navel. There I take just a moment to dig my tongue into the deep indentation before continuing on down to my real target. His cock and mine are about the same size (right at 10 inches....10 very thick inches!) but because he's not as muscular as me his hangs a little different. Also, as you can imagine, his is buried deep within a thick bush of brown pubic hair. Mine is lighter in both texture and color. I stick my tongue out to touch the tip of it and immediately confirm what I suspected earlier. Not only did he eat her before coming to me, he'd fucked her as well. I could smell her on his cock. Again, the feeling of jealousy came to the surface, although I wasn't really worried about his ability to do it again. No, that's never been a problem with Clint McKay. For a man in his mid-forties he's got this incredible ability to go and go and then go again. I hope I have his stamina when I'm his age. "Oh yeah lick my fat cock-head baby, tease it with your hot tongue!" he said, his voice already hoarse with excitement as I began working his big meatus with my lips and tongue and teeth. I ran up and down the heavy shaft of it, cupping my hands around his huge egg-shaped balls and squeezing them all the while, then began to work on it for real. Over the last few years I've found that it takes a little time for him to reach full thickness, so I try to get the whole thing down my throat first and then feel it swell up in my mouth, choking me and filling me to capacity. I reached around with my hands and grab his big hairy buttocks, pulling him closer to me and forcing his big cock deeper down my throat. By now I'd completely forgotten the smell and taste of her cunt on his cock as he starts face-fucking me like there's no tomorrow. At that point he belongs only to me and I'm loving it! I could suck his big cock for hours (hell, there've been times when I did just that!) but when I want him to come, when I really want him to flood my guts with his thick man-juice, I know what puts him over the edge. Dipping my middle finger into the crack of his furry ass-chute I press up and tickle his puckered butt-hole, teasing it and playing with it until I shove up and into him. It works like a charm, just like always, and I feel his big balls draw up and explode their massive load down my throat. He may have just fucked the bitch at his house, but there was still plenty left for me. So much in fact that I couldn't swallow it all. That's fairly common! There's a big dribble of it leaking out the corners of my mouth and I wipe it off into the hairs of his belly, making the coarse hairs glisten with the moisture of his spunk. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him my direction, backing up myself to reach the bed behind us. I sat down on it and pulled my knees up to my chest to expose my hot ass-hole to him. He knew what I wanted and dove in with his face, the rough day's growth of heavy whisker rasping against my smooth buttocks like heavy grit sandpaper. After a few minutes of this he always leaves my ass chafed and rubbed raw but I love it. The other thing that happens here is that he starts slobbering all over my ass-hole, first shoving his moist warm tongue up the chute, then his middle finger, and then his middle finger joined by another one or two to get me really hot and really opened up. A little while with this kind of stimulation and I'm begging to be fucked. After all the times we've done it you'd think I would be used to it, but each time he presses his fat cock-head up into me I feel like it's the first time all over. He's so big that it takes a while for me to open up enough to take him entirely, but once I feel his thick brown pubic bush against my buns I know he's all the way in. That's when he starts fucking me really hard, ramming his big pole way up into me and slamming against my ass with each savage thrust. We go at it this way for a good long time (remember, he's already come once in my face and with his bitch wife just before he left home!) and I wrap my legs around his thick middle to force him deep up my butt. "Aw get ready, I'm gonna' come! Can't hold it any longer you horny cock-lover!" he says to me and I feel the first of several blasts hit my insides. Six, seven...then eight jets of his spunk pump into me like stages of a Roman candle and I respond by shooting my own load, coating the thick hairiness of his belly and chest with rope after rope of sticky white goo. With his cock still buried to the hilt up my ass he collapses atop me and we both sort of pass out from the sheer exhaustion and excitement of our wildly erotic coupling. Later on, laying next to him and nuzzling up against his furry chest I run my hand over the cum-crusted blond hairs and tell him (as I often do) how turned on I am by his thick hairiness. "Am I ever gonna' look like this?" I ask him and he tells me that by my age he was already fairly well coated. "Well Cody, it sort of looks like you take after your mother's side of the family in that respect" he said, then added that I seem to have followed his side of the family with regard to my cock size. "C'mon son, let me have that big thing up my ass. I've been looking forward to having you butt-fuck me all day! There's nothing like having your butt plugged by your own kid!" he insisted. "Unless it's getting it from your big bear of a daddy!" I argued, realizing that both of us were happier in the sack together than we ever could be apart. I wonder if mom suspects him of fooling around. Certainly she has no idea how many years her husband and her son have been going at it whenever we can! God what a stupid bitch!


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45 Gay Erotic Stories from D.B. Reed

A Man For All Seasons

It's a perfect job for a guy like me. I let my younger brother live in my apartment most of the year, and when I'm in town he moves back in with the folks to give me privacy. Generally speaking, I'm not home much. My profession as a plant breeding specialist demands that I do a considerable amount of traveling throughout the year in order to study climate and soil conditions which

Can't Get Enough

"Richard, wake up Richard, I want you to fuck me again!" I said, shaking the well-built arms of my latest lover. "C'mon man, I need to have your big cock filling my hot ass-hole, I have to be fucked!" I said, my voice urgent with lust. "Oh please Richard" I begged, "wake up and fuck me again!" It had only been about an hour since the

Caught--At Home

She acted a little hesitant when I suggested that I drop by to visit them while I was in town. My mother had recently remarried and was very frank with me that she was concerned my arrival might cause a problem. "Aw, c'mon mom, it's only for a couple of days" I insisted, and she finally agreed to let me visit the Connecticut farm that her new husband had bought for

Caught--At School

I'll bet you figure because I spend a lot of time at school after hours that I'm a very serious student. That couldn't be farther from the truth. It's just that I can't get a ride home until later on, so I'm sort of forced to spend the extra time. Six weeks past my eighteenth birthday, I'm certainly capable of driving myself home but there's this little problem with my driver's

Caught--In The Convent

I remember Sr. Carmella being in charge back when I went to school at St. Dominic's. She had to be at least 100 years old--even back then. We called her Sr. "Cruella" at the time, for obvious reasons. Never in all my wildest of dreams did I ever imagine I'd be back at that place, but the alternative of jail seemed to be a bit harsh to handle. Okay, I got caught doing

Caught....In The Locker Room

I went to work that year with a resolve not to make the same mistakes I'd made before. After all, things were different now! I was a married man, with a newborn baby and the responsibility of providing for my family and all. My new principal (she insisted on being called Ms. McGuire) had evidently not heard of the circumstances behind my leaving my last job. Or else she didn't give

Caught...With The Soccer Jock

It was exactly a week after I took the team and individual pictures that I sent the photos to school, though Todd's went directly to his house in a plain manila envelope. Not wanting to trust it to the mail, I hand- delivered it......okay, I had other reasons for personal delivery. In the week since I'd talked the hunky high school senior (over 18 !) into posing for me for

Conan And Friends

Having successfully eluded the latest trap of Hissah Zul, Conan Zzeben and Bayu sent the dwarf Otli on his way to a family festival. The little man had invited the three others to join in the festivities but seemed genuinely please when they declined. You see, at 4 feet tall, Otli was the tallest ranking member of the tribe of dwarfs which were his predecessors. Otli's

Dario 'n Dad, Part 1

Dario 'n Dad (Part I) Even as a toddler he clearly took after his mother's side of the family, those dark curls and big blue eyes the combination of her Italian father and Polish mother's ancestry. Dario's name comes from a combination of my father (David) and my wife's pappa (Mario). He used to always say that he wanted to play basketball and that since I was tall

Dario 'n Dad, Part 2

Dario 'n Dad (Part II) It wasn't until the next morning when I woke up that I realized he must've come at the same time. Jesus, there were mats of crusted over spunk all over his hairy body, matting the fur together and making him look like a new-born puppy who's mother hadn't bothered to clean him off after giving birth. I decided to take on that job, and

Dario 'n Dad, Part 3

Dario 'n Dad (Part III) Author's note----earlier versions of part III have not been posted, perhaps because they contained some pretty hot descriptions of Dario's initiation to man- to-man sex with a high school teacher/coach when Dario was well below the age of eighteen. All of you readers will just have to imagine that hot scenario. Hopefully removing it from

Dear John

Chance encounters? Hardly! Except for just a couple Of times, I've pretty much planned "accidentally" running into him. I first met John about three years ago. He came to student teach at the school where I was a seasoned veteran and I was immediately attracted to his short muscular build, his good looks and his personality. Also I had this deep down feeling that he might be

Down On The Farm

It wasn't easy being the only boy with 6 sisters out in the middle of Iowa farm-country. It seemed for a while there that my only good friends were the sheep I raised for 4-H. Okay, I know it's sort of kinky, but I may as well level with you right away about me and the sheep. I matured earlier than most of my class-mates at school... none of them could understand it when

For Sale By Owner

We'd lived in that house for several years and it just got too small for us. I figured it would sell immediately and couldn't believe when it didn't. Each time of the year presents a new pain-in-the-ass as far as owning a vacant home. In the winter it was the danger of freezing pipes. Spring rains brought the threat of flooding, and in the summer the lawn had to be mowed.

Former Coach/Future Lover

I took notice of him right away that first day. It was a huge lecture class that met at 8:00 in the morning and it wasn't going to be very easy to drag myself out of bed to get there. At least the weather was still nice. The professor up front used a huge screen and a PA system in order to be seen and heard before the class of approximately 300. It didn't take long for me

Happy Birthday Baby!

"Oh yeah, oh fuck me harder. Make me cum all over your big hairy chest man!" I shouted. "I want to blow my load all over your face!" I insisted, and he told me that's what he wanted to. Arching his back to drive his massive cock farther into me, he swore like a sailor or a trucker rather than a stock broker and every foul word from his mouth excited me more

Jason's Big Crush

As his huge hard cock pumped deep up into my eager ass-hole I could hardly believe it was finally happening. I lay there with my legs wrapped around him to drive him further into the dark recesses of my aching chute and thought of all the times I'd fantasized about this very moment. I think my first sexual feeling was about him. I remember being about 12 years old and looking

Late-night

I looked at the clock and realized that he was nearly an hour later than when he said he'd be there. Damn! I was so fucking horny I could hardly stand it. I couldn't wait to feel his big cock up my hot ass-hole. For all of you who are pro wrestling fans you'll appreciate the fact that he looks like an absolute double for Arne Anderson, big and blond and stocky and built like

My Birthday Present

Okay, I wasn't really born until 4:38 in the afternoon but as far as the law was concerned I was legally eighteen from the stroke of midnight the night before. This was the day I'd been waiting for four years and I wasn't going to risk letting it pass by without getting what I wanted. He came by the house every week or so to check things out. As part of their divorce

My Brother

I sat with my grandfather at the family picnic and I think he sensed it would be his last. His oxygen tank was attached to the wheelchair in order to give him a constant supply of air. "Go on Danny, go play volleyball with the rest of the guys" he urged me, but I told him I didn't feel much like it right then. This particular picnic was also a graduation party

My Brother The Black Sheep

I couldn't recall the last time I'd seen him, or even the last time he'd called home. My folks seemed concerned about him coming back to visit, though I wasn't sure why other than knowing that my brother Jack was the black sheep of the family. A week shy of my eighteenth birthday, I was the "baby" of the family, with Jack being the oldest at 33. The three girls

My Dad's Twin Brother

Evidently, back when they were my age my dad and his twin brother looked so much alike that even their mother sometimes couldn't tell them apart....until they opened their mouth anyway. Then the difference between them became immediately obvious, because of their almost totally different personalities. Now it's easy to tell them apart because my ultra-conservative

My Night With Les Stine

Just about the time I graduated from college and got my first job the video industry had pretty much perfected the VHS tape. What a good deal for me! I think I must've spent half my first year's salary on porno tapes, and one of my favorite male sex flick stars was a guy named Les Stine. Les looked to be in his early twenties and he loved to be fucked. In some of his

Riding The Lawnboy

I rounded the corner and drove into the cul-de-sac where we'd lived for the last 15 years and there he was. "Oh shi-i-it!" I said aloud, reacting to the sight of him behind the lawn mower. I remember being turned on by him when he was hardly even a teen-ager. No wait, he was just twelve when I caught myself fantasizing about him. Okay wait! Stop right there! That's

Set Up For Life!

".....where you will remain in custody until a date eight months from today at which time, according to the dictates of this state, you will be put to death by electrocution. May God have mercy on your soul young man". At first I just sat there dumbfounded by what I was hearing, but then as the deputies came and handcuffed me to lead me off to the state penitentiary I started

Sex And The 7-11

It's not the first time this has happened to me, and it probably won't be the last either. I was at the neighborhood gas station/convenience mart and watched as this real hunky guy left his wife (?) pumping the gas while he headed off to the store area. He looked hot! Really hot in a pair of khaki slacks (nicely filled out by a solid muscular butt) and a T-shirt that wasn't

The Barber

I'll never forget the first time he came into the shop. It was a Thursday morning just before noon and we were getting ready to close up for the day. (We're only open 'til noon on Thursday). I had the Corcoran brat in my chair, giving him his monthly buzz-cut and my partner Rob was just finishing up on Mr. Sutton, the old geyser who comes in every other Thursday for a trim.

The Bear Hunter

I know people who take vacation days on the first day of hunting or fishing season so that they can get the jump on the competition. I don't go to that extreme, because I do my hunting all year long. Being a school teacher is a great occupation for me because it gives me the whole summer to hunt for my favorite prey.....bear! Before you turn me into the game warden I

The Completed Pass

"Douglas Reed" I answered into my phone and I began to get hard immediately as I recognized the voice on the other end of the line. It happened to me all the time. "Hey Tim, what's up?" I asked (knowing that one thing "up" was my big cock). He told me that he'd gotten together a Saturday football game with guys from the old neighborhood. "You

The Diary

Yes, I remember exactly the day I found the diary. We were up in my uncle Grady's attic, where I'd just fucked my cousin Eric and was bent over this old trunk to take his cock up my hot and hairy ass- hole. Eric wasn't quite so good as his younger brother Tim or his older brother Mike, so I was easily distracted by the fact that the latches on the trunk were unlocked. I

The Graduation Party

My first day of high school was as miserable as every other freshman student's was. I was made to part my hair down the middle, to walk backward down the halls and I was forcibly removed from my own locker twice by the janitor. It was right before last period that this one big senior was bullying me and another student came up and said "Jesus Tony, what're you doin'?

The Landlord

Living in a college town has given me some opportunities I wouldn't normally have. I don't depend on the university of my livelihood so I'm not concerned about funding bullshit. There's a beautiful park in town that's lined with student apartments on one side and expensive town homes on the other. That's where I live, but the park has proven a great place to meet guys - not

The Lifeguard

"Oh yeah, Oh shit yeah fuck me man! Shoot your big hot load up my hot ass-hole baby!" I was saying, reveling in the feel of his thick blond chest-coat up against my own smooth front. Suddenly though, a voice jolted me out of my wonderful dream and back to reality. "David, David Benjamin Reed, wake up" she shrieked. "You don't want to be late for your very first day of

The Music Salesman

In three years I'd seen him only three times, once each year at about the very same time. Vince worked for the music store which handled rentals for my school band program in a small East Coast elementary school. My regular representative (Marv) brought Vince along each year on the one night when we would sign up as many as 100 rentals in a three-hour period. Those three times

The One-nighter

She always blames our arguments on the fact that I drink too much. I always say I drink too much because she's such a bitch. We're both to blame, but the truth is that after ten years of marriage and four kids we just don't seem to get along very well. As I pulled out the driveway following our most recent blow-up I knew exactly what I wanted to do. It wasn't being drunk that

The Reunion

"Oh shit yeah, take it! Take my big hard cock up your hot ass-hole man!" I shouted as I pistoned in and out of him right there among the oak trees at the park. I'd already sucked his cock, drained him completely and then went to work on his tasty, smooth butt with my tongue. It didn't take long for him to beg me to fuck him, and we'd gotten so into it that I didn't even

The Ritual

I've started every weekday the same for the last five years. I work the midnight to 6:00 a.m. shift (but usually leave at 5:30 because I don't take a break at all). By 6:00 I'm pulling into the driveway of a house halfway between work and my own home. I let myself in with my own key and tiptoe down the hallway to the bedroom. He's always asleep when I silently turn the

The Stable

I guess you could call me the "black sheep" of the Reed family. I've done some pretty outrageous things during my life, some pretty big scams. If it makes an easy buck I'll do it though. The state thinks I run a horse-rental operation from my "office" but a second phone line that comes in gets more business. I was on that line with some woman who'd mistakenly gotten the number

The Step-Son's Visit

Yeah I could see it the minute I first met him. The kid couldn't keep his eyes off me, off my well built chest and the fact that all that hair poked out the opening of my shirt. This kid was the same as every other teenager hot for my hunky and hairy body. Well, not exactly the same because this one was my new step-brother. The last thing in the world that I wanted to do

The Summer Guest

I didn't want to appear too anxious so I let the front bell ring a second time before pulling open the door. "Hi" I said, and he said an awkward "Hello" back to me. Oh shit, he was even better than I'd imagined. He had to be 6'3" or 6'4" and I'll bet he weighs about 225 already. Brilliant blue eyes and light brown (almost blond hair) and a handsome smile on a face that didn't

The Taco Man, Part 1

The Taco Man, Part I Oh fuck! I'd done this a hundred times before. It was a lot like any other time, standing in line in a public place and I'd see a really hot looking guy. It's always been easier to cruise guys outdoors, like at the zoo or in Lincoln Park because I normally wear sunglasses when I'm outside. This time it was in the mall. We'd stopped in to pick

The Taco Man, Part 2

The Taco Man, Part II I got to Rick's apartment a few minutes early, I just couldn't wait. I pushed the button outside the door but didn't hear anything ring or buzz inside. I rapped on the door and still got no response. "Hello!" I called in through the open window, but apparently no one was home. I looked at my watch, remembered that he'd said he wanted to

The Translator

I love my job! Plenty of people wouldn't care for the amount of travel I have to do, but it's just the thing for me. I'm out of the country about 20 days per month and the rest of the time I'm off. On the days I do work I have to do something for maybe fifteen or twenty minutes and then I'm free to go exploring in whatever foreign city I'm sent to. My outrageous salary (now

The Wedding's Off!

Looking back on it now I realize that we never should've even planned to get married at all. Both of us were on the rebound - she from a second failed marriage and me from the loss of my love of several years. Stacy and I had been together since college, and had decided that we didn't need the benefit of a marriage license to legally join us. We'd just put a bid on a small house

Triple The Pleasure

The minute the new transfer student came into my first period class I thought he looked familiar. There's no way I could've known this Adam Franklin though. Still, just seeing him brought back plenty of memories. Mitch Taylor and I grew up together, he was just a year older than me and the nearness of our houses made us be best buddies whether we wanted to or not. During the summer

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