The Buttons Kept Slipping. He Quit Worrying About It. Then, Some Really Surprisingly Sexy Men Joined

Jasper loved to be in the woods, to be surrounded by wood, to have it in him, to be moist with the morning, to be covered in juices by night. He never got enough.

I had him right where I wanted him. He was trapped in a boat with me in the middle of the lake. He relaxed and took some photos and I helped myself to his cock. He snapped a few shots while I slipped his shorts off him; and ultimately took a nice photo record of my descent into his cock slave.

Maybe this was actually his trap for me...

It was quite the late night, but he was pleased with the work we’d done and the help I’d given him. He could tell I was pretty tired, too; told me I could take a nap or even stay the night if I needed. I let him know I definitely needed it. I rubbed my face and gently massaged my own scalp for a moment. I heard my boss asking me what I needed and I opened my eyes to answer him. He had moved in front of me and was just standing there… at attention…fully erect. I was incredulous. I told myself there was no way I was looking at my boss’s cock… no way I was staring at a long, stiff piece of pink and red flesh poking from his business suit. I had to have fallen asleep already. It was really hate, I must have been dreaming about the pressure of the new position… but if it was a dream and I could tell, I might as well follow things through and process these thoughts manifesting in a penis.

Dream or not, I never tried to look away from that cock and begged to know what it was like. My boss smiled and said if I wanted a taste, I was going to have to come and get it. Come and get it, he told me. It was like the welcome to feed a hunger. Was I hungry? I did want to get his whole thing behind me, but …

His roommate worked out. His roommate also barely cleaned up after himself. Will decided to fix that. In his roommate's food and drink, Will's been adding trace amounts of the company tools he stole from his father. Each day, Will suggests his roommate have a second helping of whatever he's eating. When the response becomes almost dependably affirmative, Will begins suggesting he stop doing the things that leave such a mess.

Of course, Will can't quite help himself. More and more, Will feeds him the tools. Soon, he isn't leaving the house, but still using the workout equipment, every day. He's wearing less clothing; eventually, no clothing. Eventually, all he does is eat, sleep and work out; all of it naked.

Will is pleased.

After every swig, he feels the temperature rise and he pulls the zipper down just a bit more. Ever since Dave mentioned how the heat made him want to remove a layer, George felt he thought the same way. George was fumbling with the zipper by the time it was all the way down and Dave helped him make that final separation; not just of the zipper at the base of the shirt, but of his resistance to whatever Dave suggested.

Dave easily switched right to the zipper at Geroge’s pants and helped him out of those, too. At the same time, Dave switched George’s drink. Next, he was drinking the one that would leave him thinking that there was something he wanted that he just wasn’t getting. Then George would be ready for the rest of the guys. Dave and the guys would give him what he wanted; what he now wanted; what he’d be wanting for the rest of his days: cock. Cum. Cock and then cum.

George wanted cock. So when the rest of the guys came in completely naked and all staring at him, Geroge was suddenly very happy. He didn’t smile, though, not in the normal way. George’s new smile was an open mouth. George got plenty of what he wanted from then on. He swallowed cock and drank cum until all the guys stopped giving it to him. Then, he fell asleep between Dave’s legs; his tired body mostly asleep, his mouth suckling Dave’s temporarily limp cock.

Dave had a new sex toy. He was most pleased with it.

At first, Ron was irritated he'd been pushed into the water. He fully planned to get in, after all. As he stands there in the shallow portion of his neighbor's pool, though, he starts to feel a bit strange. He knows he wouldn't have got all the way in if he'd felt this way. He now knows his neighbor knew that, too. As he stands there, watching his neighbor take photos of his dripping wet body, he begins to want his neighbor's clothes off. His neighbor is waiting, though; waiting for Ron's mind to be so affected by the tainted water that he'll tackle any man before him.

He wants your mouth, but only because he hasn’t seen your dick, yet. Not only will he lick his lips, then, but he’ll also be salivating.

He agreed to join his boss for some extra work over the weekend. He wasn’t so sure about it when he arrived and learned they were going out to sea, but it did seem exciting — and if his boss was the reason they didn’t get any work done…

But then someone managed to leave all the luggage at the dock when they set sail, so that evening, no one had clothes to change into after a quick bath in the water. It didn’t help when an idiot managed to knock the worn clothes overboard and sink them. He was incredulous, but everyone else was amused, so he relaxed. Turned out there were some shorts a few of them could wear, but it meant several of the guys were stark naked. And they left the land behind, still on their way out to the open. What were clothes, anyway? They had what they needed, didn’t they? … didn’t they?

That night, not only were a bunch of guys sitting around naked, but the ones that had shorts had been choosing to discard them, so basically everyone was naked… except him. He just couldn’t pass that line. He wore the shorts they had extra, but he did wish he could change. The men, though. They amused themselves sending the last clothes the way of all the others! Gone! His shorts were the only ones left, at all! … and as they hung about the boat, some of the guys were getting really close, and a few of them were actually no longer chatting… because their mouths were working a limp shaft … hard shafts… men started kissing, too. He didn’t know what to do, but he stayed relaxed. Then, a man came up to him to start kissing. He didn’t really have time to think of a more involved denial and found him lips to lips with a guy. It felt good, but…

The man kissing him pulled him sideways, so he rolled around onto his stomach. As he did, he didn’t even notice it as another guy deftly pulled at his shorts as he turned and once he was on his stomach, they were pulled off his ankles. That part, he noticed, he tried to turn, but a firm hand gripped the top of his head and turned him back forward, easily filling his opened mouth with a hardened cock. His breath caught on the blockage, but it quickly eased back, tho not leaving his mouth. He was going to try and ask a question, properly, but then the grip tightened and the hand and cock pulled together with his head between them. He could tell someone was already playing with his ass, but he started to notice. He felt unsure why he didn’t try harder to refuse, as if something in him wanted … … He tried to push back against the cock entering his throat and swallowed.

I was looking for a new doctor. I was early for my appointment and the doctor’s previous appointment was running so late, I had to wait a while before finally being able to see and talk to him about switching to him. The receptionist even brought me refreshments — which … didn’t exactly make up for the delay, but also kind of did. That’s some care and concern, that is. Finally, they let me in to see him, taking my shirt. I went into the room, nibbling on the morsel they gave me, and waited a few more moments before he got there. And then it wasn’t even him. The nurse took my vitals and my pants, telling me to hang my underwear on the hook; and then I waited a few more moments.

At long last, he came in and we talked about why I wanted him. I told him about my known issues and the women I’d slept with and that I … really … wanted him. When he sat down, he managed to keep his cock from view, but now and again, he idly ran his fingers through his hair, somewhere. I watched it slide between his fingers as he spoke. Eventually, he said he’d be willing to take me on, but there were some things I had to swallow first. I said that sounded fine and … for some reason, I got on my knees. I don’t know why, but it just … felt … the doctor called me a good boy and I stopped thinking about it.

He stood and approached, leading the way with his groin, resting his junk on my face and calling me a good boy again. I opened my mouth and panted. His heavy dick resting across my eye… made me really want … to lick it. He told me to open up and I did and he pulled his shaft down my face as my tongue dragged until his head could find my entrance. He slid his meat into my open jaw, calling me such a good boy. I was happy to do the right thing for him. He placed his hand against the back of my head when I started getting deep, his cock actually pushing down from the back of my mouth and into my throat. I coughed and gagged, but he lovingly shushed and cooed, never easing up; just steadily filling my throat with the first cock I’ve ever swallowed. Telling me how good a boy I was.

Once fully inserted, my eyes streaming tears and my chin dripping coughed up drool and mouth slime, his grip became firm on my scalp as he rocked inside me a few times. I made no attempt to stop him. I … knew … better? Eventually, he let himself out, allowing me to breathe again. He said he would definitely be taking me on and called one of his nurses in for assistance. They guided me onto the table, pulling me sideways so my … two holes were where they wanted. The doctor held my skull like a beloved item as he coaxed his huge organ into my neck again. The nurse acted independently, spitting on my hole and wiping some of the slime from my chin which I immediately felt wiped into my ass crack.

The nurse’s cock entered me the same way as the doctor: with little leeway given until complete insertion. My holes opened for their massive cocks. I was grateful he took me … used me …. Filled me… each of them in their own time, removing themselves and pushing to my depths yet again. The doctor complimented me on how well I was doing and it eased my anxiety a bit. In again and out again, both of them not caring at all about the other’s rhythm, just …. cock….

The doctor’s thrusts changed in frequency and intensity after a time. Their even and smooth in and out eventually became just jamming right in to the hilt and pulling out again straight away, to ricochet and thrust right back in. Thrusting and thrusting… I was still gagging and coughing. I wasn’t really used to this, but I think I was doing it right. Their thrusts were relentless. I lost track of time as they used me. I felt … okay about that for some reason. The doctor’s moans changed and then he erupted inside me as I started swallowing the second thing. Well, I didn’t exactly swallow it; he just had his cock down far enough, I probably wouldn’t have to… but I did. Like I was drinking, winking my other entrance in a similar way and both of them calling me a good boy.

Spent, the doctor called in another nurse, telling me how well I was doing with the exam. I would have said something in reply or properly greeted the nurse, but I was still swallowing, so I kind of waved… he finished his final thrusts and the nurse expertly filled my hole as soon as the doctor’s cock left my lips. I was glad I wouldn’t have to wait. The doctor thanked me for my patience and promised the exam would be over, soon. Then he left the two nurses to finish. I had no sense of time, anyway. I just laid there getting filled. They did make sure I was still comfortable, but they were rotating; and every time another cock erupted inside me, filling me, drowning me, with spunk, they called me a good boy as their replacement entered the room

Eventually, I was ready for rest; and the doctor returned to help me learn how to do that while two of his nurses continued to fill me. For a few moments, there was no cock in my throat as the doctor fitted me. My jaw could relax and not close on itself as the nurse’s cock returned. The doctor intoned repeatedly what a good boy I was as I drifted to sleep… i dreamed of cock. I dreamed of hugging shaft after shaft of towering penis, kissing and licking and happy, entirely unaware of the men jacking off while I was being stuffed. They ejaculated sperm all over my body as I slept, rocking to the rhythms of the two men

When I woke up, I slowly became aware of my surroundings. I was alone and naked on a small if comfortable bed in the middle of a room. I looked around, but no one was there. I had been bathed. I wasn’t sweaty at all, but cool and dry. I … started to feel panic. What had just happened to me? Where was my doctor? Where was I? What had they done after I went to sleep being filled by uncountable shafts of … cock … my hands went to my holes. I had nothing, not a brace, not even a toy inside me. My breath quickened as I got more worried.

That’s when a door opened and my doctor came in. My bed was at the perfect height that as he walked up, asking how the good boy was doing, I easily turned so his junk would enter my mouth, his balls rested on my eyes and his thighs squeezed my temples and his hair brushed my skin. He petted my chest, telling me it was alright. I swallowed, even though his cock was limp and small, barely reaching the back of my mouth; but I swallowed again. He patted and calmed me. It was reassuring, but, not as much as having his cock in my mouth — but that, not as much as having cock properly inside me. Still he reassured me.

Right up to the moment a pair of hands lifted my ankles and a cock began stretching my other entrance. It was tight and I winced, clamping my jaw a little around man’s cock. The doctor made an excited noise and I heard his voice telling good boy to be gentle while I felt his cock swelling in my cavity. I swallowed and guided his thickening flesh to my throat and as he began to block my breathing, he also began to thrust. The other cock had fully inserted, then fully exited, and was already gaining speed on the thrusts — both my holes already quite good at accepting their purpose.

I am for cock.

Walter was being so cute. I told him I liked how his hair looked near his wrist and he pushed his sleeve up, so I could see his hairy arm… Walter was pleased but also so shy about my admiration.

I pushed for it. I asked if he would just take his shirt right off and let me see how hairy he actually was. He was gorgeous. I trailed my finger through hair from his wrists, up his biceps, around the lightly decorated shoulder, across that wide and scruffy pec, through the beautiful forest underneath. On the way across those carpeted abs, I looked back up at his face. He seemed lightly amused and a little bit thrilled.

My finger bumped into his waist band and I gave him an inquisitively hopeful look. His eyebrows went up, wrinkling his forehead, but he didn’t hesitate to begin pulling his belt; and I got to see just how much of a hairy beast he was.