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Well, I'd think of anything that can transmit sexually transmitted diseases as sex. Getting or giving a blowjob certainly qualifies, since it can spread gonorrhea, HPV, syphilis, and herpes. I would not consider kissing and/or mutual jack-off as sex, though it's certainly intimate. Of course, people can always play mind games to deny their sexual orientation. If you fantasize about men when jacking off, having sex with either gender, or even just with wet dreams, you're gay even if you never had sex a single time.

Date: Sun, 8 May 2016 22:55:56 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: WATCHING This is a true story, though some details are different, including names. This story is for adult men and if you are under the age of 18 or do not wish to read a story detailing sex between men, don't read it. If you have, comments send them to [email protected]. If you enjoy this story, consider giving a donation to Nifty! ==================== WATCHING by Jason Brave ==================== Aaron and I had a pretty normal relationship. We'd lived together for almost a year and things were looking up as he was finishing medical school and I was finally experiencing success in banking. We both had our jobs and afterwards we'd meet up at the gym and work on our bodies. Our evenings were filled with a dinner we cooked together, an episode or two of primetime television, and maybe once a week we'd have pretty standard sex. In all of my previous relationships, I found myself in the top bunk, but Aaron had only let me take a gander at it three times, leaving me on my back during our weekly appointment more often than not. The sex wasn't bad, as Aaron's mild-size penis hardly caused pain and he reached his climax into a condom in about six minutes every time. After a quick kiss, he'd hop up and into the next room to take a warm shower, even when I hadn't quite finished. All too often, I'd lay back and bring myself to climax thinking of plowing into his ass... or even watching a bit of porn to help the juices flow. Before long, I'd be shooting ropes of cum onto my chest, pounding my seven inch cock with passion. I'd lay back, all messy and wet, taking in the afterglow of the orgasm. "You wanna go shoot some hoops?" Aaron asked me one Saturday morning over breakfast. "I was planning on meeting up with one of my buddies from school in about an hour. You should come." It was nice out, so I figured there wasn't anything better to be doing. We arrived at the park and found it empty, but began bouncing the ball back and forth. "Who is this guy?" I asked, harmlessly. Neither of us was the jealous kind, and we often pointed out guys we found attractive to one another. "He's kinda quiet... but really nice," Aarons said, before adding "and he's normal." Catching the ball, I held it for a moment, asking "Cute?" Aaron paused. "Yeah, I mean, he's straight- very straight. But he's taller than I am and pretty built, too." I smiled, tossing the ball toward the hoop. "Somebody's got a crush." "Oh, please," Aaron said with a chuckle, "he knows I'm practically married to you and thinks it's cool to have a gay bro. Or two." I detected Aaron slightly blushing and continued to egg him on. "Ah, I see. Somebody wants a three-way." It wasn't an option, though. In our relationship, we'd already determined there would be nothing open about it and no interactions with others. I was fine with that and for all I could, Aaron was as well. Aaron flashed his million-dollar smile at me, his piercing green eyes flashing mischeviously. "Nope, I'm keeping your ass all to myself." I watched him in satisfaction as he ran to pick up the basketball that had rolled into the corner, then turned when a jeep pulled into the park. Maybe this was "him." This guy had been undersold. As his frame exited the jeep, I gawked at him without shame. He stood at 6'4, with a tan complexion and super-hero jawline that seemed to have a permanent 5'o'clock shadow. His light brown hair was a few shades lighter than Aaron's. He wore sunglasses, a grey tank-top, and blue gym shorts. Tufts of brown hair peeked out from under his shirt. He was more muscular than Aaron as well, with a barrel chest and arms that had clearly been lifting weights. As he walked toward the basketball court, everything about his swagger told me this guy was a straight stud. When he approached, he took the sunglasses off and I was met with chocolately brown eyes- maybe the sexiest thing about him. "Hey hey, how's it going Aaron!" he said in a deep voice with a hint of southern drawl. Aaron shifted the ball to his side and hugged the man. "Jack, good to see you," he said as they embraced. Both of them looked toward me. "And this is the old ball and chain," Aaron said with a chuckle. Jack smiled at me, extending his hand. I wished I could venture the hug my boyfriend had, as this guy was built to perfection. I shook his hand, unexpectedly noticing how soft but firm it was. We played around for about an hour before Aaron commented he was hungry. Before long, we were at a diner down the street from our apartment, ordering up a quick snack. "So, Jack," I began, casting nerves aside, "do you have a lucky lady?" Wow, that sounded cheesy. "No," he answered, "I guess she just hasn't come along yet. I stay pretty busy with medical school, you know." Aaron stood, going to the counter to pick up our food. "I mean, it isn't easy to meet someone," Jack continued, "I mean, there's those apps and stuff, but it's just people looking for sex, you know?" "Sex can be fun," I said, raising my eyebrows. "I mean, hook-up, see what happens..." "I've never done that," he mused with a grimace. "Hook-up?" I asked. "No, sex." There was a silence. I don't think my face conveyed the shock I was feeling as this man who was quite possibly the best looking thing I'd seen confessed his virginity to me. "It's just... hasn't happened." "Burgers!" Aaron said, crashing the interesting conversation I had found myself in. As we ate, the two began talking about people from their classes and medical stuff. I kept crossing eyes with Jack, thinking he must not be telling the truth. There was no way. As we began to wrap up the meal, Aaron said he'd meet me back at home and that he had a quick errand. As he left, I continued chatting with Jack. "You work out," I said, stating the obvious. "Yeah, looks like you guys do, too." He downed the rest of his water bottle and then added, "we should work out sometime. I mean, all three of us. Or just you." I nodded enthusiastically. "Okay, well, I gotta get out of here. But man, I need to piss. I'll have to catch up with you guys soon." With that, he stood and made his way to the restroom at the back of the diner. This was too much. Knowing this place, I knew they had one of the most awkward restrooms ever, which Aaron frequently complained about. It was a porcelain trough urinal that laid everything bare to those standing next to you, with a stall in the opposite corner of the room. If I walked in right now and Jack was standing there taking his piss, I'd likely see him in all his glory. It seemed both creepy and harmless, but I stood and slowly made my way toward the restroom. I pushed the door open. His head turned toward me, smiling. "Hey buddy," he said, eyes focusing on me. I kept my eyes on his, only catching a glimpse of a fleshy piece of meat from my periphiral vision. He seemed to shake it twice and then tucked it away. I'd missed my chance to view his prize cock. He made his way to the sink, which was by the door. I took the spot he'd held at the trough and fished out my own dick. As I began to let my stream flow, I was struck with guilt and realized how surreal but also dishonest the situation was. Behind me, I heard the paper towel despenser squealing as Jack wrangled one from its confines. He turned and was beside me, drying his hands, throwing the paper into the trashcan beside the urinal. My eyes were fixed straight forward in shame as he spoke. "Huh," he said, "I guess all gays shave their junk." The words didn't sink in before he added "see you around!" and exited. I was lost. What had that meant? Was he referring to Aaron? Was this hint that... something... No. I put my hardening dick away and headed home. I wished so many things could have happened that could have never happened because Jack was straight and I was in love with Aaron. The sex that night was better than usual. And when I closed my eyes, I pretended Aaron was Jack. For the next two months, Jack joined us in working out after their classes. I became more comfortable around him, but also couldn't shake the intense attraction I felt. He really was straight and I really was having a hard time accepting that. Watching him lifting and working out wasn't doing anything to help my situation. But our workout routine became the highlight of my day. One weekend, Aaron had to go to a conference out-of-state. I continued working out with Jack that weekend and decided to be a little bold. "So, how many gay guy's penises have you seen to know that we all shave?" I asked between reps. "Huh?" he said, grunting as he lifted. "Oh. Just the two. Yours and Aaron's." It was so casual to him. "When did you see Aaron's penis?" I said, my voice barely rising. Jack set the weight back into its place and sat up. "Calm down, loverboy. You see all kind of stuff in medical school. It's not like I wanted to see it." He seemed annoyed. "It's not a big deal," I muttered. "Yeah, I noticed that about him," Jack replied, dryly. "But I'm still not sure which of you is the woman..." "Excuse me?" I said, jabbing him in the arm. "We're both dudes." "Yeah, but I guess I figure if the goal is to feel something, you'd be the one poking it into him." I liked the thought of this sexy man thinking I was the top, so I just laughed and nodded. The gym was quiet, and as we moved to the locker room, I turned to him and asked "so you don't shave your pubes... or even trim?" He lifted his shirt and tugged at his shorts, revealing the base of a thick cock and a forest of light brown pubic hair. "Nope." I felt something stir, but maintained myself. "Maybe that's why you can't get girls after it. You need to trim that up, man." "Yeah, whatever," he said, moving toward the lockers. "I'm hopping into the showers." And without any warning, he shucked off his shirt and shorts, revealing a massive cock and huge dangling balls. Honestly, I'm not a size queen. I've always been the more endowed one in every relationship I've been in. But his soft swinging sausage was unexpectedly thick and looked... amazing. And, unlike before, I didn't bother to hide the fact that I was staring at my boyfriend's straight friend's penis. He stepped into the showers, water turning on. Like the diner, these showers left nowhere to hide. I usually didn't shower at the gym, instead waiting until I got home, but today I decided I would. As I joined Jack, he turned to face me. "I guess we're all even now," he said. "I showed you mine, you showed me yours." I stood for a second, again my eyes locked on his meat. "That's big," I said, plainly. "Yeah," he commented, "but so are you. And getting bigger by the second." I looked down. It was true. I was slowly getting hard. "Sorry," I muttered, turning around. For another minute, not a word was said. I remained hard in the shower, trying to calm myself down. I felt embarrassed and guilty all at the same time. I decided to break the ice and turned back around. His cock seemed barely larger than it had before, but perhaps my eyes were just feasting upon his endowment. "You know," I said, "maybe you're a virgin because your cock is so huge, no girl can take it." He chuckled. "Nah, I mean, I've done things, but never all the way." My boner somehow got harder. "Like, this one girl I dated in college was crazy for it. She'd suck it down and give me handjobs and, oh fuck it, she was ready to hop on it and really wanted it inside her. I mean, she was practically begging for it. She wanted me to cum inside her. But, in a way, I guess the challenge just wasn't there. And, I'm not ready for kids, you know?" As he was telling the story, he was absent-mindedly pawing at his cock. It grew to what I estimated to be just shy of nine inches. His cock pointed straight out from his body, curving slightly down. Mine curved up. We were facing one another, about six feet seperating two cocks pointing at one another. "So, you gonna tell Aaron about this?" he asked. "About a gay guy and a straight bro cockin' it up in the shower?" My mind raced. Wait, was he saying something was gonna happen? "No, I won't tell him if you won't," I said, taking the smallest step toward him. "You should," Jack said, turning back toward the water. "That boy of yours has a kinky side just waiting to come out." "What do you mean?" Jack again stroked at his massive penis. "Last week, he told me it'd be hot if I watched you guys... you know?" This was unexpected. My boyfriend had discussed his straight friend watching us have gay sex? I was both turned on and confused. And still wondering what would happen in this moment. Jack turned the water off. "Relax, loverboy," he said. "I'm straight, and I just think Aaron thought it would be a hot thing for you two. Nothin' in it for me." And with that, he wrapped a towel around himself and returned to the lockers. That night, I texted Aaron, fishing at the conversation Jack had mentioned. Eventually, he brought it up, asking if I'd be comfortable with doing something like that. My only response was to question why a straight guy would watch two gay guys go at it. "He owes me," Aaron replied. "So, wanna try it? Nothing anal, just maybe sucking eachother off?" Two week later, I suppose Aaron and Jack had all the details worked out. "Nothing about this tonight is cheating," Aaron explained. "It's just two guys getting off and a straight guy getting an eyeful." The night began with drinks and a movie. We'd never hung out with Jack this intimately before, but as he got more drunk, more of his southern charm sneaked in. As we all sat on the couch, the movie entered a steamy straight sex scene. Aaron placed his hands on my cock through my jeans. Jack turned and looked down at Aaron's hand, chuckling. "And so it begins." Jack didn't seem at all bothered as Aaron unzipped my pants and pulled out my nervously semi-hard penis. He turned his attnention back to the film on the screen. Aaron moved his head down to my crotch and began to suck on my growing member. Jack glanced back at us. "Wow, y'all don't waste any time." I pushed my pants and boxers to the ground and Aaron moved between my legs. By now, we were all a little drunk and just a little too comfortable. After sucking for a few minutes, Aaron stood and pulled his pants and underwear down. Jack looked at Aaron's hard dick and then at me, commenting "well, get at it." I wrapped my mouth around my boyfriend's penis and began to suck. Aaron moaned. From the corner of my eye, I could see Jack standing. Perhaps he was going to join in... Jack went to the kitchen, pouring himself another whiskey. Aaron slid from my mouth and leaned down. "Bedroom?" he asked quietly. I nodded. We made our way into the bedroom, stripping off our shirts and crashing into the bed. Aaron left the door open. "I've gotta have your ass," he said. I nodded, hoping that Jack wouldn't come in on this in spite of the open door. After a deep kiss, Aaron tore open a condom and began to slide the condom onto his penis. He grabbed the lube and put some of the sticky fluid between my legs, ready to push into me. As I lay there on my back, I looked oward the doorway. Jack was standing there, sipping his whiskey and watching as Aaron slowly penetrated me. His face looked deep in thought. From where he stood, he could see my legs in the air and Aaron's bare back and ass. Aaron seemed oblivious to the hulking straight man in the doorway behind him. He bottomed out in me, the smooth of his balls and abdomen against my ass. He began to pull back slowly before pushing in again. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jack make a face, as if to say "well that doesn't seem so bad." Aaron thrust back into my, eliciting a quiet grunt from me. "I might not last as long," he said, almost as quiet. He closed his eyes and began thrusting into me again and again. I looked to Jack, who was now further into the doorway. I gasped as I saw he now was holding his hard cock in his hands, stroking at seeing the two of his entangled. He continued to stroke himself, making me wish he was just a little closer so that I could taste his cock. I was enraptured by his girth and the look of ecstacy on his face as he continued pounding at his own cock, watching my boyfriend fuck me. I looked back up at Aaron. "Here it comes," he said, pulling out and tossing the condom aside. Torrent after torrent of hot cum spewed out, pooling on my abs and filling my navel. I glanced back to the doorway. Jack was gone. As his heavy breaths began to subside, Aaron pulled away from me. "That was so hot," he said. He leaned forward and kissed me. "Do you need me to help you finish?" he asked. "No," was all I could manage as I lay covered in his cum. Without a word, Aaron stood and walked into the bathroom across the bedroom. The door shut and the shower turned on. I closed my eyes, sill puzzled at Jack's furious masterbation. "That was... interesting," Jack's voice whispered, surprising me. "I mean, he did you. Didn't see that coming." He was still stroking his massive penis. I still lay there, covered in my boyfriend's semen. I began to touch my own rock hard cock, stroking myself as Jack drew closer. "Does your, like, does your asshole hurt?" I shook my head. "Can I see it?" he asked. I lifted my legs again, exposing my asshole to him. "It's so different, man," he said. He moved closer to me, and touched Aaron's cum on my chest. He scooped some up and used it to lubricate his cock as he began to more furiously stroke it. The next thirty seconds seemed to last a lifetime. First, Jack looked me in the eyes and stated very factually "I am going to cum." Then he moved still closer to me, his cock mere inches away. As he drew closer, I could feel the heat of his body, of his giant cock. His head turned upward as he let out a growl and thrust his pelvis forward. The head of his penis touched near my asshole, sending shocks through my entire body. "I'm going to cum," he repeated. Then I felt the warm blast of cum where his cock had stuck my ass. His head tore back down as he looked me in the eyes again, his penis thrusting again. As he continued to spew warm jizz from the head of his nine inch cock, the next thrust landed squarely on my asshole. I pushed back at him. And then suddenly and unexpectly his cock pushed into my ass. "Holy shit," he gasped. He was continuing to cum in me, the first time in my life I'd felt the warm sensation. And then he- painfully and erotically- thrust even deeper into me. He let out near a howl as his cum filled my insides. I could feel his bushy pubes against my ass even though he wasn't all nine inches in. I looked up at him longingly and let my own stream of cum burst forth. It splashed across my chest and face, covering my lips. Still buried inside me, he leaned down and kissed me on the lips, tasting my cum, too. "Fuck," he said, "I had no idea it could be that good." I had just let a guy cum in my ass for the first time in my life. Jack had just had sex for the first time in my life. Everything was so messy and covered in cum, but as he collapsed on top of me, I was in heaven. I could have it no other way. And then the shower turned off.

Some of you may or may not know that the only job I could land after graduating from UCLA (with a 4.0) was as a Flight Attendant with Pan Am... I really only intended to do the job for about a year until I lined up something better... but one thing lead to another and I stayed much longer than I planned... I met some great people and went to some amazing places... would I want to do it all again? No...no... and no... so enjoy... this is a rerun ... guess who is running behind on my new blog entry... if you guessed me you win a prize! Thanks for reading. "Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts!"... following these simple seven words some of the most exciting adventures in my life began... The movie "Come Fly With Me" was based on a novel called "Girl On A Wing" written by Bernard Glemser in 1960 and was adapted into a screen play produced by MGM in 1963; the title was changed based on the popularity of the Frank Sinatra song of the same name... but sung smashingly by Frankie Avalon in the movie soundtrack. I just watched this again recently and was reminded of how much air travel has changed and/or advanced over the years depending on how you want to look at it. Today I'm going to share with you some of my experiences and knowledge I've gleaned in my many travels over the years... so sit back and relax and enjoy the ride. When I started flying air travel was much more exclusive and a bit more glamourous and thrilling than today as people dressed in their best to fly and behaved more thoughtfully; the airports and actual flights seemed to crackle with energy and excitement with the anticipation of an adventure... but before I go back to a brief history lesson I'll share some secrets with you that you will likely find helpful in your future travels. If you have ever been in a position to ease drop on the conversations of a cabin crew and wondered what they were talking about here is an explanation of some of the lingo and announcements made over the intercom of the aircraft... Evacuation slides are stowed in the housing at the bottom of the aircraft door and are designed to deploy and inflate in an emergency but they only work if the door has been armed before take off and are disarmed to not open before the door is opened upon arrival... (it's usually done raising or lowering a lever on the door) if it's not disarmed upon arrival the gate agent who opens the door is going to get hit with an inflating slide... When you hear an announcement "Prepare doors for arrival (or departure) this action is taking place... when you hear "Cross Check" and "Cross Check Complete it's a safeguard that all cabin door safety procedures have been double checked by another cabin crew member... you might hear "Doors are armed and cross-check complete" that means the doors are armed and ready if an evacuation is necessary.... different airlines have different procedures for all of this sometimes it's done on the PA system and sometimes it's done more privately via the private intercoms and you might hear... "Stand by for all call" which means the flight attendants call in from the intercoms from their various positions on the aircraft conference style... if you ever wondered what is being discussed on those intercom telephones it varies from, beverage and meal orders to the cockpit (where the captain and co-pilot fly the aircraft and sometimes called the flight deck)... passenger issues, lavatory problems, cabin temperature, wheelchairs needed upon arrival, weather or delays in the arrival city... sometimes especially during the Super Bowl and the World Series scores are shared with the cockpit crew via radio to relay to the passengers. Here are a few more things you might not know... Jump seat is where the flight attendants sits during take off and landing and turbulence... when he or she stands up the seat automatically closes or jumps. There is another jump seat in the flight deck or cockpit for pilots or airline executives heading to the destination city or making a connection to another flight. Bulkhead is the dividing wall at the front of each cabin or in the middle where the lavatories and/or galleys are located. Most passengers especially me appreciate this row due to the extra leg room. Extender is a seat belt extension that gives larger passengers an additional 25" of seatbelt... these are what are used in the seat belt demo before the flight. Demo is the safety demonstration before the flight takes off. (please don't talk and listen carefully) Equipment is the word for the aircraft and type being used... if you hear "We are being delayed because of equipment issues or failure it means something is wrong someplace on the aircraft... if you hear "Equipment Swap" it's likely to be a rather lengthly delay. Spinner is a passenger who boarded late without an assigned seat and is told to find an available seat (he/she is spinning around looking for a seat) Runners are passengers from delayed connecting flights who are running through the airport terminal trying to get to the gate and board the plane... you might hear "We are waiting for runners." Manifest is the list of all passengers and any special needs before, during or after the flight. Redeye is an overnight flight Deadhead is a crew member who is on duty but flying as a passenger (this is often the case when a cockpit or cabin member is sick in another city and a replacement is being flown in) Non-Rev means non revenue and is an airline employee or a family member who is flying but not paying for the seat (most of the flights I've taken in my life have been non-rev and it's by availability only and based on seniority... you can usually pick the non-rev people out as they are the last people to board and are usually better dressed, more behaved and polite than most everyone else aboard (airlines make non-revs follow a dress code and conduct guideline)... if a non-rev gets bumped it means a paying passenger or someone with more seniority bumped them out of their seat. Flying non-rev during the holidays or to popular destinations during the summer is nearly impossible or completely impossible to and from some cities... and the chances are very high you are going to get bumped. and finally... the chimes you sometimes hear during the flight, depending on the number of dings means anything from the aircraft is going above or below a certain altitude or indicates air turbulence ahead. The Call Button is for if you need help or assistance but please wait for everyone to be served if you are only requesting another drink or additional amenities and if you let your child use it as a toy be prepared for the dirty looks from the passengers flying near you and the flight attendant who has to keep running up to see what service is being requested. If the cabin crew have been told to take their seats due to heavy turbulence please don't ring for them unless it's really an emergency... It's an important safety issue for them as well as you... Probably some of the most important information I can share with you is... If you are outrageously rude to a ticket or gate agent you will never, ever get an upgrade and will be assigned to a seat circled with children... and if you are a member of the airlines frequent flying rewards program you will be flagged in your profile as a "problem passenger."... using a cell phone or electronic device will not make the plane crash but can cause interference to the cockpit/air traffic control center radio system... do you really want the pilot distracted and /or irritated during take off and landing?... I thought not... Pay attention during the safety demonstration and know what exit is closest to you in case of an emergency evacuation... The cabin crew has been trained to evacuate the plane under ideal circumstances with sober, thoughtful people pretending to be passengers... in an emergency it's often dark, the cabin could be filled with smoke (count the number of seats to the door and use that has a guide in case you need to.... probably most importantly Do not try to get your carry on bags during an evacuation!... It's a matter of life and death to get everyone off the plane as soon as possible... the cabin lights are dimmed on the aircraft at night before landing in case there is an emergency evacuation after landing so your eyes will be adjusted to the dark. There are so many germs on an aircraft you should always put your shoes back on if you go to the lavatory and not only wash your hands after you are through touching the flushing lever but also sanitize your hands after you have unlatched the lock on the door (because most people don't wash their hands)... the arms between the seats, the tray tables and seat cushions don't get cleaned and disinfected nearly as regularly as they should be so bring on some extra hand sanitizer and do it yourself (you won't be sorry especially if you are feeling under the weather or have a compromised immune system for any reason)... and I would not even think about putting anything that goes near your mouth or eyes in the seat pocket in front of you... and those blankets and pillows have been recycled and refolded and used by several people before you (I once saw a woman changing her baby on a couple of pillows and a blanket... I have not used them since) they are only changed with fresh ones in a provisioning city and are usually on the first flight of the day. (I have a travel Tempur-Pedic pillow in my carry on and I dress in layers so I'm never too hot or cold)... I also carry an empty travel size thermos and fill it with coffee in the airport terminal after I've gone through security (think about it... the water to make the coffee in the galley is in a water tank under the aircraft and is probably stagnant or worse... it's the same disgusting water that comes out of the faucet in the lavatories ... trust me on this one)... Please keep in mind that the crew only get paid once the cabin door is closed and the aircraft pulls away from the gate... so all the running around they do helping you board and helping you stow your luggage (and in first-class) serving beverages before take off is being done as a courtesy... so please be nice and pleasant and remember that the FAA makes the rules and regulations for your safety... not the airline or cabin crew... always keep your seat belt fastened when you are in your seat... if you loose pressure or hit turbulence unexpectedly you will be safer strapped in tightly and run less of a risk of hitting your head and being thrown around like a rag doll... and in the event of a crash landing you are four times more likely to die if you are not wearing your seatbelt. I used to have so many of these Pan Am Bags... I'm down to two... I've said it here in the past I really miss Pan American Airlines... I've probably flown more flights with them than all the other airlines combined... I still call it the Pam Am building whenever it's discussed or I see it in midtown Manhattan... I'm sure Met Life wishes I would grow up but c'est la vie... There are a few airlines that are also no longer around and flying the friendly skies.... National Airlines merged with Pan Am and gave them the domestic routes they wanted at the time. Western Airlines and Northwest (which used to be Northwest Orient) merged with Delta Airlines. TWA merged into American Airlines Piedmont, America West and Pacific Southwest (PSA) all merged with US Air that recently merged with American Airlines. Continental Airlines merged with United. There have been others but Pan Am, Eastern, Braniff and Varig and Air Australia just went out of business and ceased to exist unlike Swiss Air that reopened with most of the aircraft and employees as Swiss International Airlines (Swiss) Many of the amenities and services that I once took for granted no longer exist either... A coach meal on Pan Am from the 60's through the early 80's was a hot meal served on tray with a cloth napkin on china, actual metal flatware and glass beverage glasses... and it was actually pretty good... (I remember marveling once being served a hot breakfast on a really short flight from Memphis to Chicago in coach on Northwest) This is what you get now in coach but usually only on overseas or long flights... (do you think there is enough starch?) At Pan Am there were fresh cut flowers on each tray in First-Class through the 70's... and carved meat meal service...and eggs to order on breakfast flights served on china with fancy folded napkins... sometimes vintage Champagne was served in a crystal glass from a silver tray with caviar before the meal... It was typically a seven-course meal and there was a period when Maxime's of Paris was the airline caterer... later when I was flying you had a choice of lobster tail or fillet mignon in first.... As a passenger I think my favorite aircraft is the 747... but as a flight attendant if it was a full or nearly full flight it was a nightmare to complete the meal, beverage, movie snack and hot towel service during the duration of the flight and if you had to do Duty Free Service it was even more of a drama... even though I liked sometimes working in the lounge on the upper deck because it was usually a pretty festive and fun atmosphere... someone seemed to always have too much to drink and got hurt falling on the stairs or because of turbulence. Some of the other changes included that seat size became much smaller... economy class seats used to be 34" across... they seemed to get smaller as most people started getting bigger for the simple reason that the airlines could put more people on a flight if the cabin seats were reconfigured. I was one of the last people I know to stop smoking but what a difference a smoke free cabin made on not only the air quality of the flight but how your hair and clothes smelled afterward. Not only do I remember lighting up the second the the no smoking sign was turned off... I remember when the airlines passed out complimentary cigarettes and a deck of playing cards to pass the time on long flights... I also remember when complimentary Champagne was served in economy... now you are lucky to get it in first-class and usually only on long or international flights. The uniforms used to be really something... and were designed by notables in the fashion industry like Pierre Balmain, Jean Cacharel, Emilio Pucci...but my absolute favorite were the Balenciaga uniforms for Air France from 1968 until 1978! At the time in the US the uniforms designed by Halston for Braniff International were the envy of every other cabin crew... their redesigned all first-class cabins were treated with the same luxurious fabrics and color tones. ... subsequently the uniforms being worn now have come full circle from where they started as military inspired and crisp and austere but also to be comfortable and fairly easy maintenance. The rules and regulations that female flight attendants worked under have luckily been relaxed since the 60's when she could only work from the age of 20-32, she had to be single and her height had to be between 5'2"-5'10" and her weight had to be in proportion to her height from 105 pounds and could not exceed 130 pounds... many of these regulations lasted into the late 70's... including that it was mandatory to wear a girdle under the uniform... (they actually checked) When I was hired you had to be a college graduate, speak at least one foreign language, with weight in proportion to height (no taller than 6'1") men could not have hair longer than their collar, sideburns could be no longer than mid-ear, mustaches could not extend past the corners of your mouth, no goatees or beards. (I remember you had to send two photographs with your initial application; one a facial close up and another a full body shot) Each airline had their own idea of what they wanted the crew to look like to reflect the airline image; but most all looked for someone poised, polite, well groomed with straight white teeth and good posture with clear speech and excellent communication skills who were professional and friendly. When I interviewed there were about 70 people in the morning at the initial interview broken into groups of 10 and there were about 8 or 9 of us who were asked to return after lunch for the second interview and about 4 hired from the final interview... At the time it gave me a steady pay check with the freedom and flexibility I needed to pursue other interests... and I worked with some really nice people; some of whom I'm still in touch with... some memories include... I never actually unpacked my suitcase and I learned to look fresh in my uniform after wearing it five days in a row (you use a blow dryer to blow out any odors and steam it in a hotel bathroom while you shower and press it with an iron on low to medium heat)... I was convinced for a while that turbulence had nothing to do with clouds but the aircraft reacting to the movement of meal carts or pouring hot coffee... It was fun to hop on a flight to London for the weekend or go to Hawaii or the Caribbean for a few days if I needed to work on my tan... it was a great perk to to be able to go to London or Paris to shop for clothes or Rome to buy shoes... I gave away more bottles of Champagne to honeymooners or really pleasant and/or fun people than I can remember... and was given almost as many for being a model passenger... I still wish that nice passengers with good manners out numbered the rude and unpleasant ones...(sigh) Here is a little history of cabin crews... The first flights carrying civilian passengers was about 1914 and the co-pilot often served the passengers and tended to their needs... The UK started having Cabin Boys or Stewards in the 1920's. Western Airlines was the first to have men in the cabins in the US. In the 30's Boeing started hiring nurses to be on the airplanes with the cabin boys as air travel was quite different and air sickness was very common and people seemed to be reassured by having a nurse on board. The first female stewardess was Ellen Church hired by United in 1930 as she had been trained as a pilot but was also a registered nurse. In 1936 Eastern Airlines had an all male cabin crew but with WWII the men and the nurses were needed by the military and woman filled the roles in the cabin. By the 50's most US carriers no longer hired men to work as cabin crew. In 1967 Celio Diaz sued Pan Am for discrimination using the 1964 Civil Rights Act and won his case and was the first male cabin attendant for Pan Am in that era.... by 1971 men were about 15% of the total workforce on flights in the US. I've met a lot of interesting people flying including one of my best life long friends... some of the better flights have included meeting and/or having conversations with some of the following people... Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton... Geraldine Chaplin... Horst Buchholz... Faye Dunaway... Sam Elliot... Cary Grant... Francesco Scavullo... Issey Miyake... Audrey Hepburn... Robert Redford... Farrah Fawcett... But hands down the nicest and most charming person I've ever met on a flight or anywhere else is... Angie Dickinson! As a flight attendant... the worst passenger is a tie between Lucille Ball and Ryan O'Neil... As a passenger I've flown with or close by a lot of other people who were not so charming or nice and it's too long of a list but included... Diana Ross, Jerry Seinfeld, Joanna Carson and Zsa Zsa Gabor; my issue with them is more the way they treated the cabin crew or the people sitting next to them... I've always followed my hard and fast rule of not engaging with celebrities unless they initiate the conversation... I think most celebrities, musicians and athletes travel by private jet or charter these days... I've only done it a few times and as far as I'm concerned... "It's the only way to fly!" but meanwhile if you are traveling on a commercial airline make the best of it... travel light... arrive hours ahead of schedule to deal with security checks and know what you can and can not bring in your baggage before you leave your house and if you have a health issue or for some reason require privacy you are allowed to ask for a private security screening after you have walked through the metal detector and your bag has gone through the x-ray machine if the TSA agent warrants additional screening and searches (it takes longer) but usually worth the extra time and trouble it takes under special circumstances and conditions.... pay to go into the first class lounge before take off, wear comfortable clothing and shoes and drink a lot of water to keep yourself hydrated during flights... the cabin pressure is the same as being in the desert... and keep in mind that odors are intensified on an aircraft due to being pressurized; so be clean and as fresh as possible and don't wear too much aftershave or perfume.... I wish you clear skies and happy landings wherever your future travel destinations may take you... and always consider what I do every time I take off or land... "Get ready this could be the start of most exciting day (or night) of my life!" (depending on what time zone I'm in or where in relation to the International Date Line!)--- I remember leaving Tokyo one year at 3:15 pm on 24, December and arriving in New York at 2:45 pm on 24, December... it was fun celebrating the holidays twice! I hope you will join me next week when I'll be talking about some of my favorite holiday traditions

Tuesday at 12:26 AM (edited) Billy Herrington had a reputation that preceded him. He was used to having his way and getting what he wanted from men. He was a popular bodybuilder and fitness model with a big ass and an even bigger ego. He needed the focus always to be on him and if he didn’t feel he was getting enough attention and the proper treatment he deserved, then he had no use for you. On the weekend, Billy would dance at a local gay strip club for extra cash. Sure, there were other ways of making an extra buck, but Billy loved the attention he would receive from the men ogling his body. One of Billy’s rules though was that he didn’t have to be fully nude or take off his underwear. He felt he was above having to bare it all like the other strippers. Although he often longed for that particular kind of attention the nude strippers would get. One fateful day at the strip club, Billy’s path crossed with a stocky, ruggedly handsome truck driver named Chuck. Chuck wasn’t traditionally the best-looking guy in the world. In fact, you could say he was a bit rough around the edges. He even drove a yellow pickup truck with pink lettering on the sides that captioned “Bussy Wagon”. He had an average-sized cock, but the man had a powerful masculine presence, a cocky demeanor, and oozed with a natural swagger. He’s fucked many-a muscle bottoms that were just like Billy in that wagon. The DJ's voice filled the room as he welcomed Billy onto the stage. He sauntered out in nothing but snap-away pants, adrenaline coursing through his body at the thought of performing for the all-male crowd. But even as he danced, his gaze couldn't help but stray to Chuck's piercing blue eyes, brawny body and mischievous smirk. The truck driver was in an old t-shirt and jeans, looking every bit like the rugged, rough man that Billy secretly craved beneath his pretty facade. Unlike Billy, Chuck didn't try hard, spending countless hours in the gym - he simply radiated virility and manpower and that’s what intimidated Billy the most. Something inside Billy stirred with a conflicted mixture of fear and desire, an unquenchable yearning to be dominated by this rugged man. It was a direct challenge to his own pride and ego. Billy felt threatened and drawn to Chuck at the same time. During Billy’s sensual performance, Chuck would lick his lips and loudly yell crude obscenities and catcalls, especially when Billy would bend over making the crowd laugh. Every time he was subjected to those lewd remarks, a part of him wanted to act offended, but deep down he loved the attention and desired more. Billy fought an inner battle between accepting Chuck's behavior and standing up for himself, unsure which would be more beneficial for his pride. Every vulgar phrase, smirk, and expression from Chuck sent sparks of pleasure through Billy's body, even if he knew it was wrong. He fought hard to keep his secret hidden, putting on a risqué show in hopes of keeping Chuck's attention. When it was all said and done, Billy knew he never wanted that beefy man to lose interest in him and made it his goal to go home with Chuck at the end of the night so he danced like no tomorrow. A chill ran down Billy's spine as he saw Chuck Flirting with a young hunky cocktail waiter named Logan during his performance. Every brush of Chuck's hand against Logan’s body felt like a thousand needles stabbing through him. Suddenly, Chuck gave Billy a menacing smirk. Chuck knew exactly what he was doing—toying with him, teasing him with the attention that he wanted so badly. A rush of panic came over Billy as his heart raced. This pushed Billy over the edge. He felt helpless and vulnerable on the inside. Now even outwardly frustrated, the crowd of regulars were taking notice. Desperate to reclaim some modicum of control, Billy ripped off his briefs and flung them aside. The crowd gasped in awe; they had never seen this side of Billy before, but they relished the moment. Chuck just stared back at him, delighting in his own power and mastery over Billy and his ability to make him desperately panic for his affection. Billy was exposing his naked body in public, all the while not realizing that he was only doing it for one man. Betraying his own morals for a stranger. How did he get here? How did he let some sleazy truck driver get the best of him? Billy bent over on all fours exposing his hole to Chuck and thought maybe if he got Chuck to come up to the stage and start eating his ass, then maybe it will save me from losing in this game of power. Chuck just watched Billy with an amused—almost cruel smirk on his face. Chuck grabbed his crotch and, in a low growl, said the words that both scared and excited Billy; “I can have you whenever and however I want” His voice reverberated through the air, leaving no doubt that he held all power in this situation. Fear and lust consumed Billy. By now, it was clear to everyone in the room what was happening. The crowd encouraged the stripper to go to the buff trucker. With it all out on the table and nothing to lose, Billy scurried off the stage, almost falling, and ran straight for the burly truck driver and straddled him with intense passion and lust. He then bounced and twerked up and down uncontrollably and placed Chuck's strong man hands on his already spread open ass cheeks opening them up even more. Billy plants a deeply passionate kiss on Chuck and they make out while Chuck plays with Billy’s ass and fingers Billy’s hole. The crowd chants “Fill Bill!” as Billy unzips Chuck's blue jeans and slowly guides Chuck’s cockhead inside his anxious hole. Inch by the hard cock goes further and further inside his hungry hole. Never has Billy felt so lucky. The muscly stripper starts to slowly ride the big man for all to see and all to cheer on. Chuck was filling the secret muscle sub up and the crowd was loving it. They were putting on a show and thanks to Billy, Chuck’s star power was rising quickly. He was a new fan favorite, and the crowd loved him. Chuck smiled as he took in the sight of Billy's tight body and bouncing man tits before him. Chuck’s cock wasn't huge, but it was certainly hard enough to provide plenty of pleasure for the both of them. "You like this cock inside you? Huh?," Chuck growled, pushing his way inside of Billy with a quick thrust. Billy grunted, already feeling the pleasure and pain that Chuck was inflicting on his body. With each thrust, Chuck increased his intensity until eventually he picked up Billy and dropped him back onto the stage in a display of dominance. Chuck grabbed onto Billy's legs and spread them wide apart, driving himself deeper into Billy with each hit. Both menwere breathing heavily now as they felt their passions growing. "Fuck me!" Billy screamed out, overwhelmed by the sensations that were coursing through him. "You're the man! You own this bussy!" Chuck laughed and pulled one of Billy's arms free, allowing him to get some leverage as he released an explosive cumshot on the stage below him. Chuck filled up his bottom with his hot cum, making Billy moan in pleasure at every sensation that was radiating through his body. Billy groaned in ecstasy, his body shaking with pleasure. He stayed on all fours, reveling in the afterglow of what they just shared. Chuck pressed close to him, their sweat mingling together as one. "Oh my god," Billy breathed out, feeling an intense wave surge through him again. His voice grew louder with every syllable. "That was...incredible." Chuck let out a gruff laugh, thrusting inside him one last time before finally withdrawing. Billy looked up at him and smiled softly. "Thank you," he said gratefully. After taking a breath, Billy asks Chuck to join him in the shower, which Chuck passes on. As much as Billy wants to keep Chuck’s load inside him, he wants to make room for more of Chuck’s loads, so he gives Chuck a big kiss and heads to the shower alone but still on Cloud 9 from the events of the night. He just knows he’s hit the jackpot, and he’s going home with Chuck and his excitement and anticipation for the future is through the roof. Billy finishes his shower, reluctantly releasing Chuck’s load, and goes back to the club area to find Chuck but to his surprise, his precious Chuck is nowhere to be found, he asks around but is met with shrugs. The surrounding mood changes as he immediately notices an energy of indifference that he never received and he can just feel his respect level with the clubgoers has significantly faded. Glances toward the window with a view of the parking lot peak Billy’s curiosity. Billy looks out the window and sees Chuck kissing Logan before declaring, “My name is Chuck and I like to fuuuuuuuuck!” and getting into the Bussy Wagon and speeding off together. Billy stood there motionless, his face drained of color. His heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest as he watched the Bussy Wagon drive off into the night. He felt completely humiliated, a feeling that was increasingly amplified by the indifferent glances of the clubgoers that were suppose to be his loyal fans that put him on a pedestal. He wanted to scream out in anguish, but no sound escaped his lips as his eyes stared off into the darkness long after Chuck disappeared with Logan.

(Reader note: Our hero Rex is not shy at all! Do not be shocked by his brazen flaunting of his naked toned mature body and flagrant use of his silky ample foreskin clad uncut cock in orifices of any and all sorts! Being a fully sexual being...Rex will fuck or be fucked, suck or be sucked by...ALL! His desire to be worshipped and adored knows no bounds... reader be warned!) Overweight horny voyeur Byron zoomed in...he saw Rex at the point of full exposure to his whore-like bleached blonde MILF mother. The 60 something frump sat opened legged in the chair opposite the foot of Rex’s large bed. Her gaudy housedress opened now...her only garment being those cheap net pantyhose she loved. The crotch, hardly covered...almost see thru and revealing to Rex a furry silvery pink haired slit! Rex’s eyes widened and he laughed. His hand stroking his massive erection which nearly poked free of his black bikini underwear. “Pink hair...on your cunt?” he said in almost disbelief. “Hey, I tried a dye...it made it pink...not blonde! Fuck you, critic! Reveal, mama wants to see your fire-bush!” Zelda hissed, puffing out smoke from her ciggie. Rex looked at the massive boobs on show and now the pussy...was it wet? Hell, it looked like it was soaking her nylon crotch! Zelda knew that the 40 something stud sported a massive cock and with his read head of hair...his pubes would be a reddish rust forest! Byron held the binoculars with one hand and stroked his little dick madly. The window view was perfect and the voyeur loved knowing that after mommy was done...he was invited to play alone with Rex. His love! Zelda made a throaty horse voice, “Yeah, baby....show mama!” And Rex, laying back now on his pillow, eased his hips upward and pushing his sweaty thin socked feet flat...worked the waistband free and his uncut tool flung itself free! The black undies moved over his knees...and over his socked feet! They landed with flourished toss at Zelda’s still shoe-clad toe! He laid back, his now tousled reddish hair framing his handsome head and smiling face. He let his green eyes watched the bleached aging slut’s face. Her lips curled back, her ciggie burning in her poised hand. The smile was like that of a hungry vampire! His long, toned legs now parted, his cock raging and his ball sac tight...his pubes indeed red as fire in the lamp lit room! Byron was hyperventilating as he watched thru the binoculars and envying his mother so fucking much! “Well, you like?” Rex said...pulling his ample foreskin back...his pink-purple cock knob all wet with pre-cum. “Mama, loves...Rex...LOVES!” Zelda purred and the housedress fell away. She stood in just her heels and net hose. Her ciggie was stubbed out and she walked over alongside the bed. Her left hand fingers stroking her pussy thru the fabric of the net pantyhose. The bedside glass was full of water...and that was where she dropped her false teeth! Rex was aghast! “What on earth?” he moaned. And then she showed him why! The moments that followed, well, moments? Hours? It was a blur for Rex and for Byron. Only Zelda knew the truth. She was master! Byron had several near misses of fainting spells! His beloved sex king, Adonis on earth Rex, was really used! “I think you like what you see...Rex...and that’s damn good. I am not as young as I used to be but I think I still hold a candle to the others of my fair sex. Would you agree, Rex?” Zelda said with a wild look in her dark eyes while fondling her left nipple gently with her hand. “Mmm...indeed...Zelda...you are very attractive in that mature, seasoned way....and I love it!” Rex managed to say as he watched her hand exploring her swollen, pert nipple. He wanted to reach out and chew it...but kept stroking his uncut tool...making his hand all covered with copious amounts of pre-cum. Bryon saw this thru his lenses...the shiny liquid oozed from Rex’s cock like a fountain! Zelda kicked off her heels, mounted the bed and stood over the bewitched stud! Her nylon feet planted on either side of his naked body on the mattress now! His eyes were almost level with her pussy! Rex’s breath caught in his throat as he now ogled Zelda’s multicoloured furry nest tucked delightfully behind the almost transparent layers of fishnet...his cock grew larger and strained in his hand! Zelda moved more forward and her warm crotch nearly in his face. The sound of Rex’s heavy, uncontrollable panting was the only sound in the large bedroom. Rex looked closely as a flushed pair of large, moist outer pussy lips now slid into view with the delicate criss-cross of the fishnet as the only barrier in the way. Rex admired the dye job...it was almost kinky! The silver pink hair perfectly framed the large almost elephantine lips of her wanton aged pussy! Rex gently eased forward and Zelda grabbed his wavy red head with her hand and shoved his face into her fishnet clad crotch; his nose buried between her juicy, slightly parted cunt lips. Zelda held his face hard against her as she gyrated her hips slowly and used Rex’s nose to stimulate and excite her now aching throbbing clit. Quickly she pulled back and stepped away from Rex’s trembling form, “What the fuck are you doing to me? Did you....smell my pussy? You pervert!” Then she laid a slap upon his fair skinned cheek! THWACK! Byron saw this and jolted. “Hell, mom...are you gonna play the psycho bitch tonight?” he said to himself. He’d seen his mom dominate, beat...insult and thrash men sexually. His mother was a demonic witch in bed...he heard that lovemaking often in their home with guests his mother dragged home from bars all over London. Rex loved it. The slap was riveting and made his cock sing! He knew Marlene might like this. She was a bitch at the office, why not the bedroom? “Teach me, I am pervert...teach me to obey, Queen Zelda!” he begged and pressed into cunty again. The smell was ripe and rich...rank and intoxicating! How could it be all this? “Lick...lick...bastard...lick mama!” she hissed while his face lay upon her warm labia. The net hose were alive with taste and smells...and the flesh below was just barely out of reach. “Yes, yes....Momma Zelda!” he groaned and his tongue lashed along the slit. The finger nailed hands pushed his head in and pulled his hair. Her body worked like a pole dancer and Rex was the pole! Her clit, hard and throbbing played the tip of his nose and found his lips! Her kissed, sucked and lapped at the now sizable clitty button hiding beneath the pantyhose netting...he worked like a frenzied dog finding bone in a hole! Her voice made strange warbling whops and grunts. Primal and satisfied! The she slammed back his head and slapped him again...and then again! “Bastard....cheeky bastard! I never should have let you touch me! Now...you’ll pay....sniffing my cunt without my saying so.....DAMN YOU!” Zelda kicked Rex’s ribs with her left toes! “You liked my cunt? You want it? Tell me!” Zelda said in a commanding tone as she kept his head held close so her pussy was staring back at helpless Rex. “Yes....yes, please...Momma Zelda...let me...make love to you!” Rex simpered as if on cue. Zelda moved slowly to the chair facing Rex and sat upon it again...legs splayed wide...and her hand gently strumming across her sex; the feel of the fishnet pantyhose against her engorged pussy lips felt sinfully sexy. Zelda found pleasure as her hand worked at her swollen clit through the fishnet, her fingers moist with mounting pleasure. Rex was watching and beating his cock in deep strokes. “Rex....you may just be ready for your hot date night with your special lady...my instruction is priceless!” Zelda managed to say between deep intakes of air. Rex waved his hand over his near naked form apart from the sweaty blue socks he still wore, “You like what you see? I think you do...if you rub any harder on your clit...you’ll cum!” Rex moved downward to slide off the socks but Zelda motioned with her hand, “Stop...don’t take anymore off, Rex! Come here....join me by this chair!” Her mouth toothless but she remained articulate and in control! Byron watched as Rex rose up on socked toes and followed Zelda’s beckoning hand signals to stand before her lustful gaze. She moved up to sit before Rex’s tall near nude form and her mouth salivated for what lay just inches away... his erect and throbbing meat. Rex let his hips thrust forward in successive motions that taunted Zelda and made her cravings boil inside her like a cauldron of steaming lava. Her well manicured fingers reached up and grasped the uncut masterpiece, but with delicate purpose, she exposed what she desired...and longed for! The uncut manhood sprang up before her wide hungry eyes. She gazed at Rex’s erection with fascination and delight. His cock was thick...but not fat...long...very long to be true but not obscene or grotesque. His foreskin ample and lush was mostly rolled away revealing his bright purplish cock-knob oozing forth clear liquid like a fountain. Byron was now sweating and stroking and loving his man, Rex...through his whore-like mother’s actions! The binoculars shook in his fingers he was so aroused. Zelda gasped, “Rex, damn! Your whole fucking body....and for a guy over 40...so fucking HOT! Byron...will love it, too! But I simply adore it!!!” Zelda’s hands let go of the shaft and her long fingers moved together to cup Rex’s pendulous fuzzy ball sack. Her fingers toyed with his bouncing rocks and his meaty erection bobbed up and down as if begging for attention. Zelda’s eyes drank in Rex’s classical manhood and she could not help but notice his well-toned furry chest rising upward before her...she was spoiled for choice...all views of Rex were riveting. Her tongue lashed out from her brightly lipstick painted mouth and swabbed over the uncovered leaking tip of Rex’s uncut bouncing flesh. The taste was pure nectar and she moaned deeply as she enjoyed the distinct flavour of man juice. “I leak pre-cum like a kitchen tap with a steady drip...when I am aroused...and Momma Zelda...I am very aroused!” Rex said as he looked down at Zelda still savouring his juicy residues. Zelda now used both hands and shoved the lovely long meat into her toothless mouth! Her mouth, all silky and wet...vacuumed his cock length in and out like a machine! Now Rex knew why she removed those false teeth! “Damn...DAMN...that feels...amazing, Momma Zelda...oh fuck! Do I deserve it?” Rex said as he tried to remain standing. His feet moist and sweaty slid in the bedroom carpet. He was about to fall! His body shook and his cock pumped juices into the hungry mouth that used him! “You taste...like a juice from some fucking tropical island! Do you deserve it? I’ll let you know!” she said with her gums on show like a toothless hag. But...sexy too! Her bleached hair in baby-doll fashion atop her chubby faced head completed an almost Baby Jane style scene from the old 1960’s movie. Her gum-work resumed and her hands grabbed his ass cheeks and whacked his man-tool deep into her gullet! Her skilled gums working his foreskin and her snake-like tongue tormenting his piss slit! Those painted nails dug into his muscular ass flesh with each thrust...and she hoped to draw blood! That was her way of showing Rex that once you fuck with Zelda, she marks you like cattle! This so reminded him of bossy bitchy Carol...but Zelda was almost more in charge. Could this be true? His mind imagined them working together on him! This made his cock cream more pre-cum! Byron stood at the window, his knees shook. The view across the road was all he saw. Rex was all he wanted! He knew Rex liked sex. Man or woman or any flavour in between! Byron pumped his small cock...and watched. The way his dominant mother gummed the truly sexy reddish haired stud’s uncut stick...in and out of her dripping mouth. Her claw-like hands gripping his naked ass cheeks...pummelling her face with his crotch. Rex’s eyes rolling back in his head! He was swaying. Zelda held him so tight, he would not fall! Byron tried not to cum...edging to Rex was his main hobby now...NO, his true passion! Now Zelda made a shift in action. Byron adjusted the lenses. She was lapping his round purply cock-tip. Her tongue licking like his knob was flowing with nectar and for all Byron knew...it did! Her hand held the skin back from the end...she licked all around the big juicy knob. The lamplight caught the glint of shimmering pre-cum and before it had a chance to drip...Zelda’s hungry tongue lashed it away. Her throat swallowing and consuming...devouring Rex’s pre-seed gift! Byron saw Rex, his body jerking, his furry golden chest heaving with spasms! He was shouting. Byron’s eyes watched his lips. “Shit...SHIT...I’ll cum...I’ll cum!” he mouthed. Byron saw his mother look up. Zelda obviously threatened to bite his cock-knob off he did cum before she ordained it. She let go of his throbbing pulsating organ, stood and pressed him down to sit on the bed’s foot. Byron watched his mother lower her net pantyhose just a bit. Her bizarrely dyed nest of curled pubes and floppy cunty lips were displayed inches from Rex’s face. Zelda seemed to be laughing, her painted nailed fingers pulling the labia wide...taunting her lover! Byron knew his mother was so cruel...and so in charge of men! There seemed to be a lesson in progress. Zelda was busy explaining her pussy to the red headed stud student. His green eyes intently watching her spread cunt...like it was a specimen in science class. Byron saw Rex wanting to lick her clitty...which Byron now saw...pink and inflamed at the top of her snatch. His head kept bobbing inward...his tongue out. She shouted him away. What a tease she was...Byron loved seeing his mother beat his beloved Rex into a totally submissive lover. The lesson was over, practical application time had begun! The net pantyhose snapped back up over the yawning lady-cave. Now back in the room itself; Rex was pushed down into his end of the comfortable bed at the top while Zelda moved into position on her end at the foot...each now faced the other with legs entwined in the middle. Zelda moved gently and lifted each of her breasts in full glory with their round dark nipples looking pert and exotic. Rex watched and drooled! Rex reached down and grabbed her stocking clad feet that lay on either side of upper body; taking one in either of his large hands. Now he lovingly massaged with firmness and aptitude each moist netted foot. Zelda lay back and closed her eyes, loving the attention....attention she had missed from so many of her one-night lovers! Rex’s thin nylon blue socked toes on his right foot slid up and nestled along Zelda’s warm crotch; gently probing through the fishnet material and discovering her throbbing clitoris pulsing with intense near orgasmic pleasures. Obviously the student had listened to all Momma Zelda had instructed! Zelda reached out and grasped Rex’s large left foot and moved it up to cover her chubby over-made face, breathing in the strong manly scents emanating from the sweaty nylon sock material and enjoying the pleasing curve of his sculptured arch. Byron nearly shot his load and dropped the binoculars...his mother was worshipping Rex’s sculptured size 11 socked feet. This was too HOT! Much Much More to Cum!! Comments always welcome!! DJXXX

It looks as though that may already have happened. He was married for over 1 year (since divorced) to Jeff Leatham, 17 years his senior. There are certainly a number of TV roles for super-hot men in their 20s, often to play teen-agers, that dry up as the actors get older. I don't think that most of the stars from Teen Wolf are still getting a lot of roles, even those who are straight or closeted.

My junior year in college, I shared a room in the men's dorm with Brad. He was a sophomore, a farm boy, played center in high school football, and beautifully built. He was about 5-9 and 190 pounds. He had bulging thighs, well defined pecs nicely covered in hair, big biceps and tight abs. He couldn't be called handsome, but was definitely attractive to me. I had known of my sexual orientation for some time, but never came out to a roommate. Instead I just learned to ignore the bare asses and cocks I saw every day in the dorm showers. The same went for Brad. I never let on that I found him to be such a turn-on. He never made an issue of nudity, and I had seen him bare more than just a few times. His dick was of no great size, but I, for one, never found a huge dick that important. Brad and I were friendly, but you could not say we were buddies. Our circle of friends did not overlap, and we did not do a lot of things together, other than walking down to the cafeteria to eat on a regular basis. We shared a room and got along well with each other. Brad's sexual life must have been a frustrating one, or at least rather infrequent, because he jerked off a lot. He dated from time to time, but I learned during our first few days together in the dorm room that he preferred to jack off most every night. No, not in plain sight or in front of me, but only after the lights were out and he assumed that I was asleep. He never mentioned his self-indulgence to me, nor did I ever say a word to him about it, because he provided me with a show that I must have watched dozens of times. His pattern of beating off was to wait about 30 minutes after we had turned off our lights, or else come into the dorm room late, assuming I was sleeping and then he’d get down to business. His usual pattern was to lie on the bed across the room from my own bed and then begin to play with his dick. I would watch in the dim light provided by the lighting in the hallway of the dorm that filtered through the transom over our door; street lighting that came through the dorm room windows provided more illumination, so I could see all that he was doing. He would begin by rubbing his dick through his briefs while fingering his nipples. His hand would go to his mouth and he would apply saliva to his nipples. At some point, he would push his briefs down to his knees and then over his ankles. Pushing the sheet completely off his body, he lay there nude with his dick pointing to the ceiling. Starting with a slow stroke on his cock, he clasped his nuts with his left hand. I could see his feet begin to point downward and his toes fan out. His breathing would become audible. Once in a while I could hear him faintly whispering a word or two: "Suck it for me" or "Fuck...Fuck...Fuck." Then he usually started a faster stroke after a few minutes of the slow action. When he began his faster stroke, I think he must have lost touch with where he was and that I was in the room only a matter of a few feet away. I have heard some guys confess that when they were having sex that they "lost it" when it came to being totally aware of their surroundings. Apparently Brad was one of those. His entire body responded to the stimulation he was giving himself and I could see and hear the jerking of his body against the sheets. He would periodically bend his knees and then suddenly extend them causing his butt to lift an inch or two off the bed. His body would violently and suddenly jerk as he beat his rod, and he often jerked his head from side to side making rustling noises on his pillow. The dim light allowed me to see his contorted facial expressions as he turned his head. Eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in an expression of complete pleasure, his upper lip tight, exposing his teeth. He sometimes sucked in breath through his open mouth, making clearly audible gasps. On a few occasions, he would regain his composure and pause for a few seconds, to test the tip of his dick for pre-cum. If it were there, he would taste it, making a faint kissing sound as he removed his finger from his lips. Twice, I watched him place his left hand to his ass hole and finger his butt. I never saw him insert his finger, but he definitely seemed to enjoy the sensation of stimulating his bung hole. Then it was back to stroking. He seldom shot his wad in only a few minutes. His jerk off sessions went on for some time before he got his nut. More jerking and twitching, clasping his nuts and sometimes pulling on his scrotum. I could always tell when the payoff was near. He apparently produced a huge amount of pre-cum just moments before he shot. I could hear the loud clicking-smacking noise of the lube as his fist slid up and down over the head of his dick. Then, at the supreme moment, he slowed his stroke to a short, slow pace near the head of his dick. He would lift his head off the pillow, with his chin pulled down tightly on his chest. He made a long sucking noise through gritted teeth, and extended his legs downward to the foot of the bed making his huge leg muscles flex. Then he shot. When his load jetted out of his dick in four or five spurts, he made a very faint, but almost feminine cry. Each spurt caused him to jerk and whimper. Brad shot hard. I saw on several occasions a portion of his load hit his face. After the final drops had spent themselves, he dropped his head back on the pillow. He would lay there for a few moments, breathing deeply and smearing the cum into the hair of his chest and abs in an absent minded way. Reaching for the corner of his bed sheet, he wiped the cum off his body. The room filled with the strong odor of his semen, and my own dick was dripping with lube in preparation for my own orgasm. Brad would pull his briefs over his hips and go to sleep. Most of the time, all I had to do was clasp my stiff rod and slowly pull it two or three times under the sheets of my bed and I would shoot my load into a waiting sock. Unlike Brad, I was silent and discreet when I got a nut.

(Reader Note: The life and times Of Rex Davenport flow as a pansexual lust filled romp revolving around the ginger haired 40 ish male Adonis known as Rex. Rex is a late bloomer and now is getting sex at an astronomical rate...from men and women and all flavours in between! The raunchy escapades would make retro sexploitation director Russ Meyer blush! So...big boobalicious breasts, long silky foreskin-clad cocks , juicy inviting man-asses, tasty engorged clits and Rex’s aromatic bewitching totally addictive size 11 socked feet all await you...come in, if you dare! Reader be warned! This might be too raunchy for those of a delicate nature!) Chubby bespectacled Byron shook and tried to hold the binocular spy glasses still... but he could not! Seeing Rex and his mom, Zelda in this pose of worship and foot love...it was almost too much! His cock throbbed in his hand while the other held the binoculars. His mind was full of ideas on what he’d do to Rex when his mother came back from her session and let him his mature Adonis all to himself! Back inside the warm, dim light of Rex’s bedroom across the street... “Love these socks on your feet...so sheer and very big business...my other lovers’ socks always smell so acrid but yours smell so leathery and warm...truly inviting...mmmmm!” Zelda moaned as she enjoyed the feel and aroma of Rex’s moist foot. Zelda pulled her feet free from Rex’s grasp and let her toes wander down to Rex’s pulsing uncut rod which lay oozing onto his furry tummy; her feet moved up and down along his hardness with skilled toes flexing and stimulating every inch. Rex wiggled and gyrated gently to her talented foot work and let his hands pinch his own hard nipples and make generous circles through his rusty coloured chest ringlets. Zelda smiled, seeing Rex and smelling him...and tasting him was like no other sex experience in her rather jaded sexual career. And she knew Byron, her only son was watching from just opposite. She could see the glint of the lenses! This made her pussy juicier and her need to devour Rex even more urgent! Another window curtain was twitching...Zelda saw the bedroom curtains of the house next to hers open and a nightgown clad woman stood watching. Nina Warren thought nobody saw her watching the show in Rex’s bedroom. And why shouldn’t she watch...she could see in, like Byron could and Rex never shut his curtains. In truth, the sexy real blonde 47 year-old divorcee had been a long fan of Rex’s masturbatory exploits and recent guest sexual liaisons! Now Zelda made a mental note: See Nina, soon! They hardly ever spoke. Nina was so posh and well-off. Now Zelda knew they had a common passion...the deliciously ginger haired stud, Rex! His busy warm socked toes were becoming wet as they prodded deeper into Zelda’s nest; Rex loved the feeling of nearly fucking her with his big socked toe since she offered no resistance at all. Her body seemed to be moving closer to his and they were nearly merging in the middle, ass to ass...crotch to crotch. Dialogue ceased and became more like tribal grunts...guttural sounds of pleasure and bliss. Rex felt Zelda’s mouth suckling the socked toes of his left foot and then she fumbled for and the sock edge around his calf. Shakily she worked and pulled the blue moist sock free of Rex’s large sweaty bare foot. She hungrily resumed sucking his naked toes as Rex moved up slightly with his hands and tugged away her fishnet pantyhose! Pulling them over her legs and feet...both fully bare fleshed now except for Rex’s right blue nylon socked foot which moved back to Zelda’s perfectly exposed gaping slit for further fucking fun! Both Nina Warren and Byron were masturbating in earnest as they saw the now mostly naked players enjoying fetish foreplay of the kinky type! Rex’s hands glided all over Zelda’s still rather pleasingly shaped mature shaved legs and found himself manually guiding her nimble playful feet! He pushed them back and forth along his aching rock hard shaft which was edging ever closer to eruption. Zelda abruptly stopped sucking Rex’s toes and moved upward between the now very spread wide naked legs of Rex! Rex’s legs were then thrust up-he lay on his back on the pillows, his one socked foot and the other bare waved about in the air over the bed! Her painted nailed fingers pushing his ass cheeks open...her eyes looking at the tender ass pink ass bud! Zelda’s dyed blonde hair bobbed before his spread golden ringlet lined ass crack! She tutted and giggled like a little belligerent school girl. “Rex’s all important nearly virginal man-pussy! How divine! Hand me a toy, you said you had toys...hand one over...NOW!” The voyeurs watched, spellbound as they saw Rex’s feet up, ass open and Zelda pressed between his ass cheeks! Rex fumbled and with his left hand...dug a dildo out of the bedside drawer. Beggars could not be choosers, so...it was random! SHIT...Rex mused as he saw what he handed the zealous MILF! The ribbed toy was not small! And had ribs...to stimulate you? They could feel more like torture if not used right. “Have you ever used...” he said but his words were cut short. “Fuck off!” the crude dominatrix said...she did NOT need direction. She shoved the tool into her painted lipped mouth...suckled the tip...covered it with spit! And then...as if to be kind, spit a wad into Rex’s ass folds. She followed this up with a pre-emptive oral strike at his tender, highly sensitive ass! Her serpentine tongue lashed the folds of his anus...lapping it. She lapped and licked...pressing into the tight sphincter. “Ohhhh, yes.....Yes!” Rex moaned. She was good! Damn good. His toes wiggled in the air as she licked and lapped the man-cunt! “Fuck, you taste good...everywhere!” she replied. And Rex’s uncut cock thrummed as it lay on his tummy. Her free hand reached up and stroked the tight packed balls and silky rock-hard shaft...just enough to keep Rex thrashing about on the edge of orgasmic bliss! The bewitched voyeurs saw a sudden jerking; a thrashing about of Rex’s legs...his toes in fitful spasm! The tongue gave way to a sudden ramming of the dildo into the wet ass-bud! Her painted fingernails now digging into his man-stick...squeezing it as her other hand worked the ribbed fuck-toy in...3 inches, 4 inches...up to the knob that held the battery in! “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHIT SHIT!” Rex wailed and his feet back and forth and around in the air as if taking off like a plane! She rammed it in and out...in and out. Thrusting, pummelling...damn! She knew his weakness! He hated it and LOVED it! His ass creamed as it juiced up. The dildo ridges were covered with ass cream...and smelled warm and funky to the MILF. She laughed and thrust harder. Her thumb pressed the button on the end...and the toy whizzed to life! BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ It sank in and stimulated thru its tip...hitting Rex on his prostate...hard. Over and over! BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ His cock was about to shoot...he moaned. “I’m cumming....” but she pulled the dildo out. It made a sucking wet sound as it was freed from the ass muscles. Her hand stopped touching his cock...she sat up and smiled down at him. His red hair all tangled and sweat beads rolled from his forehead. “Did I find a sweet spot up in your innards?” she asked coyly. “Oh, Hell...you did...you did. My secret spot is not secret to you anymore!” he said, breathing hard, a smile on his lips. The next act in the sex play was long overdue...as far as Rex was concerned. Zelda’s pussy was now fully moist and ready...the foreplay had been amazing! She took control...the voyeurs watched; they too breathing quickly...feeling every moment they were seeing. Rex lay ready, his body hers and willing. Her wide strong legs straddled his midsection and her skilled fingers eased his full length up and in...deep and firm! “Damn....SHIT...Fuck....You are so big, baby!” she groaned as her chubby form sank to meet his flesh and she rode him! She bounced and held her big tits as they flopped...THWUNK THWUNK. Up and down...like a piston. Her hips working, her cunty squeezing her prey...like a tigress in heat! At over 60...birth control was not an issue. Both knew it and enjoyed the freedom and total lust-fest this provided. She rode for what seemed like 20 or 30 minutes...non-stop. Rex’s orgasm coming and then waning...raging again...and ebbing back. She watched his eyes for clues and adapted her speed to suit his needs. Rex watched as Zelda reached a climax...and then another. He loved it...she was hardly able to breathe! Her coughing almost throwing her from the bed...smokers! “You should give up smoking!” Rex said mid- fuck. Wanting to lecture her on healthy living during sex! He thrust upward- her cunt was like a warm sleeve of fleshy jelly and she met him measure for measure with her moves. A look came over her...his words were NOT sexy! “Fuck me...don’t talk!” she gasped...and reached a third climax! Her red-hot clit hitting Rex’s moving flesh-wand just perfectly! And then Rex was allowed to cum! He shot deep into womb! “Ahhhhhggggrrrrr!” came a chesty loud cry from his open mouth. His cock thrust in...hard...harder...and shook with tremors as it spilled seed into the hungry cavern. She fell upon his chest, he was still inside her...and he held her! Rex pressed his face alongside her ample breasts. “You know, I have not had much experience inside a woman’s vagina. Did it show?” Rex, a man in his early 40’s, blushed as he confessed this to Zelda. Her throaty laugh filled the room. “Well, let’s just say a woman like me knows where to stick it, ride it and cum again and again from it! So...no, I would not say you were inexperienced. I think your hot boss date will go...fucking great. Just let the bitch have her way...you’ll have a great time. Trust me!” This made Rex kiss her breast, suck the nipple and nearly chew it! “Mmmm, that’s nice after sex...make a woman feel like a queen!” she giggled. Byron had cum too, pool lay at his socked toes, but he still watched. So did Nina next-door. Rex’s cock was just visible from the rear as it stuck into the bent form of Zelda...still tucked into her cunty! “You stay hard...I bet you could do another round?” she asked, her eyes now twinkling. “I need to save a little of me for your son...he is more than ready to have some quality time with me!” he offered between licks at her titty nipple. “You are such a gentleman! Damn! But...after you fuck your boss lady; drop by as soon as you can. I want a report and it’s time you tried out my vibrating bed!” she said nibbling his ear. “Only you would have a vibrating bed!” he laughed. He promised he’d drop by. She rose up, her knees creaking. Rex’s uncut, cum drenched cock flopped out of her moist innards. Her loosened pussy lips shown in the lamplight as she moved off the bed. They aroused Rex...the mysterious folds all wet with her juices and his now dribbling seed. He’d eat that snatch...again! But not now! She dug the false teeth from the bedside glass with her fingers; a few quick shakes of her hand removed the excess water and she popped them back into place. She grinned at Rex like a naughty girl. The flowing housedress fell over the chubby body...she bent to retrieve her net hose. Rex’s reached and grasped the foot of one leg. “I want these, I want to remember tonight!” he said pulling them off the edge of the bed where they lay...and pressing them to his face. “I smell you...all of you!” he said, his eyes closed. “Hell, no man ever asked me for used panties or nylons...be my fucking guest. You want my autograph too?” she laughed. She slid into her heels and winked...and left. Rex lay wearing only one sweaty blue sock...sniffing the feet of the hose. His other sweaty blue nylon dress sock was...SURPRISE, not on the carpet where it had been dropped! It was tucked inside the pocket of Zelda’s housedress. Nina and Byron watched Zelda work her way across the dark street...and return to her own front door. The voyeurs watched Rex laying on his bed...his uncut cock splayed on his tummy festooned in wet, golden red pubes. “He’s all yours!” Zelda shouted at Byron’s door. Byron zipped up and placed the binoculars down. He opened his bedroom door...and Zelda smiled. “He filled mommy...his spunk is dripping out of me. I bet you’d love it. But my baby is not that kinky!” she laughed...and went into the rear larger bedroom. Byron...considering what she offered. The idea might have repulsed some...but it was Rex’s cum...it would be delicious, even if served in his mommy’s cunt! Byron walked down and let himself out. Just before he left...he heard the faint sound of buzzing! “Damn, my mother is using her battery dildo...relieving the last few hours...what a whore!” he smiled to himself. Nina watched overweight Byron lumber along...and saw him open the unlocked front door of Rex Davenport’s house. Nina dare not keep watching...she returned to her bedroom...with the wall that met Zelda’s next-door. Therein lay the MILF naked...legs open, dildo ramming her juicy cunty loaded with Rex spunk...his scented blue sock over her face! The wall could not contain the moaning and buzzing...Nina knew what Zelda was doing. The thought thrilled her...and she lay on her own bed...fingering her tight blonde haired pussy. Byron walked up the inner stairway and opened Rex’s half closed bedroom door. He lay...one socked...sleeping. The naked Adonis man...his man! His mother’s worn aromatic net hose on his pillow. Byron kicked off his shoes, placed his gold rimmed specs on the night table...and lay down...and pressed his face into Rex’s gently heaving chest. The ringlets of rusty golden fur tickled his cheek. Byron admired the tip of Rex’s uncut cock...the knobby half out of the long skin. All moist...cummy! Byron smelled sex. His mother’s perfume...her intimate toilet smell...when she peed and her cunt yawned. He smelled Rex’s feet...his warm breath. The room was sensually alive! Byron did not hesitate in sampling Rex’s uncut cock...his mouth opened and he placed the now semi-erect man-tool onto his tongue. The ample silky foreskin moved back...the juicy knob bloomed! The taste of his own mother’s cunt did NOT make him gag. HELL...was Byron depraved? He had no idea as he began to fellate this delicious man’s meat...and the remains of his recent orgasmic explosion still oozed free from the slit. Byron swallowed and drank! He prayed Rex would piss in his sleep, OH how he wanted to drink his piss! Byron, a chubby geek with only internet porn as a guide, was using his Rex- his God-like man muse as a sex instruction tool. Rex in dreamland only felt delicious sensations and he believed it was memories of Zelda. NO...the tongue now buried in his raised legs was young protégé Byron and Rex’s juicy ass was flowing with sweaty manly sexual essence created by all that dildo action! Byron knew it and dove even deeper into the anal cavity. He never knew his tongue could work so deep...passing the tight sphincter muscle over and over. Rex’s ass was open wide now and he was feasting. Rex’s feet waved in the air over Byron’s chubby splayed form...the soles of the sculptured size 11 feet dropped; resting on Byron’s wide back. The one socked foot slid and met the side of Byron’s wide ass...this sweaty socked foot massaging his ass only further drove Byron deeper into Rex’s cavity. The sound of licking and slurping filled the bedroom...and darling ginger haired mature Rex slept on and dreamed he was King of the World and all sexual pleasures were his private domain! Much More To Cum!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for all the feedback, please keep sharing! I love it! DJXXX Our "I Wanna Be Rex" model here is PJ's Hubby...a long admired stud from the retro net!

The biggest sale event of the year is on! Black Friday has become a tradition in the commerce world, as the day when the deepest sales take place. It is on the last Friday of November every year which coincides with the last month before Christmas. Traditionally by this day shops would have earned the same amount they spent on the whole year’s expenses. Any income they would make on this day and until the end of the year would be the shop’s profits. So on this day, their accounts papers would pass from red (loss) to black (profit). Men and Underwear – The Shop celebrates the day with a week’s long sale that also includes Cyber Monday, a day claimed by online shops as their very own “Black Friday”. The majority of items in the shop are on offer at 25% off with some being offered at a deeper discount of up to 60%. Hundreds of items are up for grabs, and our job is to make your shopping easier! So find below a few recommendations for what you can get today at the shop. TOF Paris – French Bikini – Navy Blue If you like briefs, then the Frech Bikini briefs of TOF Paris might be a great buy today. Skimpy at the front with full coverage at the back and available in eight colours! Apart fro the navy blue you see above, they are available in white, black, red, royal blue, turquoise, orange and grey. These mini briefs are made in France and they come an amazingly low rise this day! CODE 22 – Army Boxers – Camo Grey If trunks are more your style then the Army Boxers from CODE 22 might be a great option. Available in camo grey but also camo khaki, these trunks rank among the best-selling styles in our shop this year! LeBeauTom – Greendr Boxers For the fans of boxer briefs, our recommendation is the Greendr Boxers of LeBeauTom. Designed in France and made in Portugal, these boxer briefs are lightweight and comfortable and their colour is just amazing! Barcode Berlin – Jock Kavan – Mint-White For all you fans of fashion jockstraps, we think you would enjoy the Jock Kavan of Barcode. Available in this amazing mint green colour and two more (yellow and black) this jock is an update on the best-selling Kavan Jock previously released by Barcode Berlin. Marcuse – Maximo Thong – White For something a bit sexier you may want to go for a thong! And one of the best selling this year has been the Maximo Thong by Marcuse. Available in four colours in total (white, blue, grey and beige) this thong is inspired by the traditional Japanese underwear fundoshi. Andrew Christian – Riviera Swim Trunk – Red If you are going somewhere warm for Christmas then maybe you are after a nice pair of swimwear. Well, we have you covered, literally, and our recommendation would be the bright red Riviera Swim Trunks of Andrew Christian. Adam Smith – Relax Shorts With Pocket – Plaid Need of something to lounge around your apartment in style? Our recommendation is the Relax Shorts of Adam Smith. Made from a great material to make you feel cosy and fabulous! Classic boxer shorts never looked better! Bluebuck Nautical Socks Socks make the perfect little gift for Christmas. Also many say you can never have enough pairs of socks and they are absolutely right! Our recommendation from the socks section of our shop is the Nautical Socks of Bluebuck. They look and feel amazing! Barcode Berlin – Singlet Luckenwalde – Red-White-Petrol If you had your mind set on a more fetish-inspired item to spice things up, then the Luckenwalde Singlet by Barcode should be added to your cart! One of the “classics” of Barcode, this singlet can be worn as underwear but also for play in the bedroom, the club and more! Available in two, stunning, colour-blocking options. TOF Paris – Party Boy Elastic Harness – Blue Camo From the accessories section of our shop a great recommendation is the Party Boy Harness of TOF. Available in this blue camo, a khaki camo and four monochrome options (white, black, khaki and red) this harness is a fashion accessory that you can wear on many occasions! Apart from these, you will find a lot more items that were not included in the list above. You can choose among hundreds of items on sale in our shop and take advantage of this very special day for shopping!

I found AdonisMale while searching for a Guy named Jake. An Only fans Page of an incredible young man popped up. That led me to another page then eventually here. I never came out to my family about being gay. I suppose I'm bisexual with a strong leaning towards men.I first realized I was attracted to guys as well as women at a very young age. Thanks mostly to a kid that was about four years older than me. We would play around with each other sexually. It was always what he wanted to do so I guess you could say I was in the subservient role, even though I was far too young to even know there were tops and bottoms. Doms and subs. I was just enjoying what we were doing. Several years went by until my next encounter. I was 15 and my school buddy, a gorgeous Italian guy, proudly pulled his dick out to show me how big he was. I was indeed aghast at how well hung another 15 year old could be. I couldn't keep my eyes off it. We did not do anything. I was far too shy. It did however solidify in my mind I wanted dick. I mostly lead a heterosexual life with the occasional brushing with gay men. After my 10 year marriage ended, I met a beautiful black man that took me on a two year gay sexual ride I will never forget. Once again being subservient to him and loving every minute of it. My mind was made up. I would forever be a dick lover.

While I published pictures of myself on exxxpose.me, I thought sites likes these were getting more and more uninteresting for actual exhibitionists. They were showing mostly pictures of men dressed as women or with diapers/as toddlers or making strange faces. While there is nothing wrong with these fetishes, they are not exactly about exhibitionism. So i found it myself harder and harder to find actual hot pictures of men just exposing themselves to the world. As for the legal side, I think sites like this will be gone sooner or later. If it is not for copyright laws it will be for the GDPR. The concept of giving up your rights to your nude pictures forever, without the right of withdrawing your consent, was not part of the discussions that lead to that law. And I think that the ideas of the GDPR will catch up outside of the EU sooner or later, too. So for now the best way to expose yourself and lose control of your nude pix will probably be to upload your pictures on as many platforms as possible and hope that they will be reuploaded by other people. Right now you will still be able to lose control that way. Who knows, maybe in the future you will be able to detect any usage of your pictures with one click and will be able to delete them yourself. Maybe at that time, though, the interests of us exhibitionists will play a part of poltical and legal discussions, too... 😉

So I've been meaning to drop a blog about this shortly after Tiff & I went to the 2022 NPC Atlanta Classic back in mid July. I had made some profile posts about us going to it & looking forward to seeing half naked muscular men in posing trunks. 😉 Oh yeah we check them out alright, not only 🤤 over their muscular figures but some of the bulges in their posing trunks. A couple you could tell were packing some serious dick! 😍 During a break in the show for stage changes, we ran into some promoter guy as both Tiff & I notice he was checking us out. So after a nice lil chat with him, he set us up with some backstage passes as he could tell we wanted to meet some of the bodybuilders. After it ended, Tiff & I stayed afterwards & met some of them like Jackson here. He was so nice to meet & friendly. So much that we sweet talked him into posing for this photo! 🤭 We didn't even tell Jackson that some of his pubic hair was showing when we took the photo. What made this even better is that after he invited us back to his changing room & the door closed, he pulled his posing trunks down exposing his very impressive hairy black penis! 🤤🍆😍 Thats all Tiff & I needed as both us began to take our clothes off which he helped, especially when I got down to my bra & thong, which he literally ripped my thong off of me! ☺️ After Tiff & I were completely naked with Jackson, both of our eyes glued to his impressive black dick as he began to play with it. I told Jackson that I was horny & wet as fuck & that I really wanted to enjoy his penis 🍆! He replies that he was planning on fuckin both Tiff & I. He did compliment both of our bodies as we made our way to the shower 🚿. As soon as the shower began, Tiff & I took turns having fun playing with his growing black dick 🍆. As we proceeded, Jackson then grabbed & picked me up & mounted me on his now fully erect black penis! I began to bounce up & down on him, enjoying every thrust. About 10 minutes of fucking me, he turned to Tiff & mounted her. I played around with my body & pussy while watching Tiff get plowed by him. Jackson then unmounted Tiff & had us kneel on the shower floor as he began to jerk off. Tiff & I knew what was next & waited with expectation. What happened next will forever be etched into my memory. Jackson unloaded a really nice massive shot of semen 💦 all over Tiff & I! Both of us got coated on our faces & our boobs! I even got a lil taste of it as some of it got into my mouth which I swallowed. After his eruption, Tiff & I took turns suckin on his massive black dick to get the last of his semen. I tasted even when I did. Such yummy semen! Tiff & I then made our way back to the shower to clean up. While we did we let Jackson watch as we licked his semen off of each others boobs. As we were in the shower 🚿, I whispered to Tiff that we ought to give him a show. She agreed as her & I began to make out. We made our way to the shower floor kissing & groping each other making sure Jackson had a good view. We took turns enjoying each others bare pussy with some subtle pleasure moans. Both us noticed during this, Jackson was jerking off while watching us. We stopped when Jackson blew another load of his semen 💦! Tiff & I collected ourselves & got dressed. Jackson walked with us out to our waiting cab out front. Just as I was about to get into the cab, I give Jackson & hug & thank him. He thanked us & whispers to me that he really wanted to unload his semen inside me. I then looked at him with a smile & winked. ☺️

The scandal of sexual misconduct with former female employees that got McMahon ousted from his company could have been worse for the former CEO. However, there was one incident that was never discovered. Back in 2000, McMahon invited adult performer Herrington for a night in the ring, initially just to audition and wrestle, but as always with McMahon, one thing led to another... Before the match, McMahon greets Herrington in the locker room, "Hey there, Billy," he says with a tone of familiarity, like he is a meeting a friend from high school for the first time in years. "Hey," Herrington recognizes McMahon, who is still in his suit. McMahon feels up Herrington's bicep, "Look at that muscle. This is gonna be good. I got you something to wear. Meet me out in the ring." Herrington is excited for the opportunity but intimidated as well especially by the CEO McMahon himself. Although, does his best not to show it. McMahon starts to walk away, "Oh yeah, don't forget the baby oil." Herrington finds the item McMahon asked him to wear, a red full body thong -- a mankini. Herrington reluctantly puts it on, wondering how it'll stay on for the duration of their match, and then realizes maybe that's the point. Herrington heads out to the ring, surprised not to see McMahon waiting for him. Just a bottle of baby oil. Herrington squirts some out and rubs it on his chest while waiting for his competitor. Music starts playing and he turns to the ramp to see McMahon, now shirtless, strut down to the ring in his black business pants. McMahon enters the ring dripping in as much baby oil as Herrington. He puffs his chest as Herrington tries to repress his star struck admiration and lust for the powerful CEO., "You think you can handle this?" “Oh please. This is gonna be a piece of cake. I’m the real wrestler here.” Herrington says with a discrediting eye roll. “I think I can handle an old man who sits behind a desk all day.” “The same desk you’re gonna be wishing you were underneath by the time I’m done with you Billy Boy” McMahon then flexes both his biceps. McMahon circles around the ring, eying Herrington, pleased with how the mankini thong is looking. McMahon stares Herrington up and down with a lecherous smile. “Nice” McMahon says while nodding his head. Herrington stares back at McMahon with a glare, trying to hold back the lustful feelings he was having but the now noticeable bulge in the crotch of his mankini wasn’t helping. “Oh yeah, it’s go time” says the uninhibited CEO while beckoning Billy. “Wait, what’s that?” Herrington points behind McMahon to catch him off guard for an abrupt kick to the gut, that has McMahon bending over in pain. He then grabs McMahon's head in a side headlock, squeezing McMahon's skull around his bicep. "Oh, that’s how you wanna play?..." McMahon says as Herrington tightens his flex. McMahon fights back with a couple punches to the stomach, getting Herrington to break the hold. McMahon then shoves Herrington into the corner and charges after him with a shoulder block, and another, and another. Then he steps back admiring the distressed hunk struggling to stay standing up. McMahon comes forward with a backhand slap across the chest, making Herrington wince. He then hits a back elbow to the head followed by whipping Herrington across to the opposite corner. McMahon runs after him, but the pornstar swings both legs up, nailing McMahon in the kisser. The CEO staggers backward, fighting to stay upright and Herrington bursts out the corner with a clothesline, ending the struggle. McMahon hurries back to his feet, but Herrington connects with a dropkick, sending him stumbling backwards into the ropes. Herrington chases after him thinking he's got control. but he walks right into McMahon's elbow. The CEO swings his fist, but Herrington ducks, getting behind him. He then gets his arms between McMahon's and puts him in a full nelson hold. "Ahhhh... You fuckcunt..." McMahon cries out. Herrington only grunts back, trying to force the CEO to submit or pass out, whatever comes first. McMahon knows he's in trouble, finding it hard to move as Herrington has him overpowered. The only thing he can do is twerk his ass back into Herrington's crotch. A maneuver he learned from watching Herrington’s videos. He goes at it, rubbing his ass up and down, in a circle, startling the pornstar. That gives him an opening and McMahon pushes them back into the corner, squashing Herrington against the turnbuckles, breaking the hold. McMahon then turns around and pinches both of Herrington's nipples making him cry out in pain. "What's the matter Billy? This too much for you?" Herrington shoves McMahon back, getting the CEO on his knees. He then gets behind him and drills his knee into his back as he pulls McMahon's arms back. "Ahhhh!" Herrington can't tell if McMahon is in pain or if he likes the abuse. Probably a mixture of both. McMahon's turning red, but he's getting horny by the challenge. He slowly steps up and twists their arms around, shoving Herrington away. Herrington comes right back at him, but McMahon ducks, flipping him over with a back body drop. He hits an elbow drop and then grabs Herrington's leg, turning him over. He then sits on the pornstar's ass holding him in a single leg Boston crab. "Ahhhh..." Herrington can't believe how much it hurts. "Come on you weak pussy, this is all you got? We don’t take little girly boys here at WWE" The way McMahon refers to him as a weak pussy and a little girly boy makes it impossible for Herrington to tap out. Now, it was personal. With more determination than ever to defeat the condescending CEO, he takes a breath and then uses all of his energy to pull forward and grab the bottom rope. He grips it for dear life, forcing McMahon to release the hold. McMahon stands back watching the pornstar slowly get up, admiring all his sweaty assets. He goes to grab Herrington by the head, but the pornstar smacks him and wraps his arms around McMahon's waist. He then lifts the CEO up off the ground, squeezing him with a bearhug, roaring with intensity. McMahon rubs his lower back as their bodies remain pressed together. Herrington roars again as he adjusts the hold, like he's trying to snap McMahon's back in two. As much as he's trying, McMahon can't help but get hard being in Herrington's embrace. As much as McMahon wants to stay like this, he's getting light headed. He punches Herrington in the head to set him down, and another to let him go. But Herrington immediately grabs him again, lifting him up and dropping him down on his knee with an atomic drop. McMahon lurches away in pain, but doesn't get too far as Herrington grabs him again and slams him down. The pornstar then slides on top of him, hooking the leg, but McMahon punches out after a two-count. Herrington stands back up first, waiting for McMahon to get upright before lunging at him. McMahon ducks away, trying to focus and regain control. Herrington lunges again, this time McMahon kicks him. He then steps up to him and puts his right hand on Herrington's shoulder and nails him with a series of knee strikes, backing him into the ropes. McMahon then bends down and scoops Herrington up, slamming him back in the middle of the ring. He then goes to the turnbuckles and leaps off with a flying legdrop, connecting. McMahon knows he could probably pin Herrington now, but he wants to make sure he wins. He pulls Herrington up by his hair to his feet and then knees him in the gut to get him to bend forward. ”No! No! Wait!….I wasn’t ready! Do over! Do over!”, Billy begs knowing McMahon was about to perform a devastating move on him. McMahon simply shakes his head and smiles as he wraps his arms under Herrington's and hits him with a Pedigree. Herrington flops down on the ring, too exhausted to fight back as McMahon rolls him on his back, folding him in half as he pins him. McMahon smiling as he counts, "One, two……….three." Herrington remains on his back, staring at the ceiling in utter defeat, his broken heart pounding from the intensity and the intense humiliation of the match. McMahon is not your typical 55 year old man, that's for sure. But Billy learned that the hard way. Plus Billy didn’t know if this meant he wasn’t getting hired and he was too ashamed to ask. He was humbled and completely at the mercy of McMahon in more ways than one. The one thing that was certain, was that McMahon was the clear alpha. The man. "Don't feel bad about losing, Billy," McMahon says. "In fact, I think you're going to enjoy it. You don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not with me. No pressure. Not everyone with muscles is manly. Besides…you fought well………for a bitch" McMahon kneels over Herrington's face and pulls down his pants, revealing his hard cock. "Open wide for this manly cock bitch boy." Herrington opens his mouth and McMahon fills him with his dick, pushing in until he's poking the back of the pornstar's throat making him choke and gag. Having McMahon’s cock meat in his mouth feels so right and Herrington is enjoying every inch of it but slowly and reluctantly he has to push the dick out of his mouth to cough and gag and for his mouth to get a better handle on McMahon’s cock. "Come on Billy bitch, you can do better than that." Right before Billy was about to get on his knees for the boss, McMahon grabs him by the head and skull fucks the defeated lackey relentlessly. The pornstar gags and chokes even more, his face turning red and drooling saliva and precum. Herrington’s struggling but McMahon refuses to slow down. Finally after five minutes McMahon releases Herrington from his grip. McMahon stands up, freeing Herrington to crawl onto his knees and worship McMahon’s cock more until McMahon finally pulls out of the ravenous mouth after 10 minutes. The powerful CEO picks up Herrington, the pornstar wraps his legs around McMahon and is carried to the corner making out passionately with tons of tongue along the way. After Herrington briefly worships the CEO’s arms and chest, the latter with his tongue and hands, McMahon sets Herrington's legs on his shoulders and pushes in toward his crack, his dick finding its way to his hole. "Ahhhh..." The pornstar scrunches his eyes shut as a burn rips through him. "Just breathe in through your nose and out your mouth," McMahon instructs. The pornstar exhales slowly. "That's it, Billy," McMahon says, "Let Daddy take care of you." McMahon snaps his hips, pushing his cock deeper into the pornstar. Herrington's head tilts back, his eyes widen. McMahon rocks back and forth slowly, letting the bodybuilder relax a little. "You ready for me to fuck you?" McMahon asks after already starting the fucking. Herrington nods nervously, and gives a genuine “Yes”. "Like I said, you're going to enjoy this." The CEO snaps his hips again, making billy moan in pain and pleasure from the hard man meat inside him. And so McMahon keeps it up, building more momentum with steady strokes that keep on coming. "You're so tight around my cock, I fucking love it." McMahon says with a grin. "Oh God..." Herrington moans out in reply. "You’re so fucking big!” "Oh you want more?" Vince squeezes his grip on Herrington's legs as he pumped faster into him. Herrington's chest bounces with each penetration, his hard dick flopping from side to side. McMahon growls louder as he fucks harder, trying to make Herrington's chest bounce higher with each thrust. McMahon grabs the pornstar’s ankles and spreads his legs as far apart as possible. "Uhhh, uhhh, uhh..." Herrington is in a trance. "Yeah, you like what Daddy's giving you?" "Yes Daddy! I fucking love it!" "Well, I've got more for you," McMahon says dropping Herrington's legs and stepping back. "On your hands and knees now bitch." Eager to please what he hopes to be his future husband and boss or at least his man, Herrington steps forward, dazed from all the dick, and whole heartedly obeys McMahon's command and eagerly bends over for his master. McMahon kneels behind him, smacking his ass so hard it leaves a red mark. "You ready for more Billy?" Vulnerable and just wanting to be what McMahon wants, Herrington takes a breath and nods. “Yes Sir.” Herrington wants these moments to last. Even though it's not blocking his hole, McMahon rips the mankini off of him and shoves his dick right back in him, no hesitation this time. All the way in to the hilt. "Ahhhhhhhhh..." Herrington is shaken to say the least. The arena is soon filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin as McMahon nails him with a brutal pace. Herrington grunts, groans, and wails while McMahon pounds the living daylights out of him. "Take it bitch! Take it like the weak little pussy you are!" McMahon barks. While he continues to thrust into the pornstar. He runs his hands up and grabs on to Herrington's shoulders and arms, pulling him toward the thrusts even harder and deeper and speeding up his pace even more. Most of McMahon’s thrusts making Billy’s eyes bulge out. Each thrust fills Herrington up, McMahon's balls slapping into him, before pulling out and stuffed all the way back in. He’s using the porn star like he’s a flesh light! "Oh God" Herrington grunts, as his eyes roll in the back of his head from the brutal pounding. McMahon slams into him harder, stabbing his prostate again and again. Herrington taps the mat like he is being defeated by McMahon in wrestling…again. The Pornstar glances over his right shoulder to the sight of the powerful CEO’s giving him a sinister smirk while his puffed up glistening chest bounces from the powerful thrusts he was giving him. A sense of dread came over the conquered amateur wrestler. He’d never felt so humiliated, so vulnerable, so controlled, so meek. Herrington had no choice but to give into the massive display of domination that McMahon was handing to him. Waves of pounding pain and pleasure rip through the humiliated bodybuilder, an intense feeling, that has his hands shaking while spreading his own hole open begging for his conqueror to give him something that he himself can’t even handle. McMahon grunts with each thrust knowing he's completely dominating and driving the porn star insane. "Fuck, f-f-fuck, fuck...oh fuck me! You fucking o-own me D-daddy!" McMahon tugs on the hair on the top of Herrington's head, tilting his head way back. “Who’s the man?!” “You are!” "Come on girly boy, I can't hear you." “You are! Big Daddy Vince McMahon is THE MAN! You’re the boss! You own me!” “Damn right!” And with the next penetration that nails his prostate Herrington yelps out louder than ever. McMahon releases his hair and shoves Herrington flat on the ring, with only the porn star’s ass up. ”Open Wide” The subservient pornstar obeys and spreads his hole open wide for the CEO as McMahon sticks it back in deep and the ass assault continues. Herrington caves to McMahon as he no longer has the strength to arch his ass up against McMahon’s powerful thrusts, the CEO lays on top of him thrusting deep in, like he's trying to stab a hole through the ring. Herrington's prostate is going off like an alarm, the feeling so intense he can't utter full words anymore. Vince McMahon is pounding him into the ground. Yes he’s never been more humiliated in his life but in the moment he feels it’s exactly where he needs and wants to be. Being completely owned, Billy was falling in love with Vince. After hours of fucking Billy in every conceivable position, Herrington feels a burning sensation in his lower stomach, and instantly knows he's not going to last much longer. McMahon can feel it too. With that he gives Herrington everything he has left to give, a frenzy of thrusts that draw out long, continuous moans from the bodybuilder. "Ahhh, I'm gonna come Daddy" Herrington announces. "I’m cumming! I’m cumming!," he warns right before his warm, white load squirts on to his chest and abs. He strokes furiously as more and more cum shoots out, a sizable load finally unleashed. “Nice. Now let me see your good side” McMahon turns Billy around, bends him over, sticks it back in and shoots his first load inside the pornstar, feeling Herrington's ass clench up against his dick as he explodes inside him. When he finishes the first load he slaps his dick on to the ass, using it to spread his seed around. He then turns billy over again and shoots another load in Herrington’s mouth and in all his face, getting in his eye as well! Billy uses his one available eye as guidance to eagerly suck McMahon’s cock dry. When he's finished McMahon glances over at Herrington's cum covered face, admiring the work he’s done. Not knowing what else to say billy finally let’s it slip “I…love you.” And with that McMahon stands back up, gathering his clothes and marches back to the locker room, proud to know that at the age of 55, he still has it. 1 month later CEO McMahon is at his desk in his luxury suite office obviously getting a blowjob by an unseen muscular male figure when McMahon’s cell phone goes off. The male figure comes up……it’s Pete Kuzak. A rising star at the same studio Billy worked for, Colt Men, that Billy was jealous of “Who’s that?” Pete asks. McMahon checks his phone, it’s a text from Billy, “I wish I was sucking you under your desk right now.” “No one. No one at all.” McMahon replies as Pete continues sucking off the satisfied CEO’s cock.

The scandal of sexual misconduct with former female employees that got McMahon ousted from his company could have been worse for the former CEO. However, there was one incident that was never discovered. Back in 2000, McMahon invited adult performer Herrington for a night in the ring, initially just to audition and wrestle, but as always with McMahon, one thing led to another... Before the match, McMahon greets Herrington in the locker room, "Hey there, Billy," he says with a tone of familiarity, like he is a meeting a friend from high school for the first time in years. "Hey," Herrington recognizes McMahon, who is still in his suit. McMahon feels up Herrington's bicep, "Look at that muscle. This is gonna be good. I got you something to wear. Meet me out in the ring." Herrington is excited for the opportunity but intimidated as well especially by the CEO McMahon himself. Although, does his best not to show it. McMahon starts to walk away, "Oh yeah, don't forget the baby oil." Herrington finds the item McMahon asked him to wear, a red full body thong -- a mankini. Herrington reluctantly puts it on, wondering how it'll stay on for the duration of their match, and then realizes maybe that's the point. Herrington heads out to the ring, surprised not to see McMahon waiting for him. Just a bottle of baby oil. Herrington squirts some out and rubs it on his chest while waiting for his competitor. Music starts playing and he turns to the ramp to see McMahon, now shirtless, strut down to the ring in his black business pants. McMahon enters the ring dripping in as much baby oil as Herrington. He puffs his chest as Herrington tries to repress his star struck admiration and lust for the powerful CEO., "You think you can handle this?" “Oh please. This is gonna be a piece of cake. I’m the real wrestler here.” Herrington says with a discrediting eye roll. “I think I can handle an old man who sits behind a desk all day.” “The same desk you’re gonna be wishing you were underneath by the time I’m done with you Billy Boy” McMahon then flexes both his biceps. McMahon circles around the ring, eying Herrington, pleased with how the mankini thong is looking. McMahon stares Herrington up and down with a lecherous smile. “Nice” McMahon says while nodding his head. Herrington stares back at McMahon with a glare, trying to hold back the lustful feelings he was having but the now noticeable bulge in the crotch of his mankini wasn’t helping. “Oh yeah, it’s go time” says the uninhibited CEO while beckoning Billy. “Wait, what’s that?” Herrington points behind McMahon to catch him off guard for an abrupt kick to the gut, that has McMahon bending over in pain. He then grabs McMahon's head in a side headlock, squeezing McMahon's skull around his bicep. "Oh, that’s how you wanna play?..." McMahon says as Herrington tightens his flex. McMahon fights back with a couple punches to the stomach, getting Herrington to break the hold. McMahon then shoves Herrington into the corner and charges after him with a shoulder block, and another, and another. Then he steps back admiring the distressed hunk struggling to stay standing up. McMahon comes forward with a backhand slap across the chest, making Herrington wince. He then hits a back elbow to the head followed by whipping Herrington across to the opposite corner. McMahon runs after him, but the pornstar swings both legs up, nailing McMahon in the kisser. The CEO staggers backward, fighting to stay upright and Herrington bursts out the corner with a clothesline, ending the struggle. McMahon hurries back to his feet, but Herrington connects with a dropkick, sending him stumbling backwards into the ropes. Herrington chases after him thinking he's got control. but he walks right into McMahon's elbow. The CEO swings his fist, but Herrington ducks, getting behind him. He then gets his arms between McMahon's and puts him in a full nelson hold. "Ahhhh... You fuckcunt..." McMahon cries out. Herrington only grunts back, trying to force the CEO to submit or pass out, whatever comes first. McMahon knows he's in trouble, finding it hard to move as Herrington has him overpowered. The only thing he can do is twerk his ass back into Herrington's crotch. A maneuver he learned from watching Herrington’s videos. He goes at it, rubbing his ass up and down, in a circle, startling the pornstar. That gives him an opening and McMahon pushes them back into the corner, squashing Herrington against the turnbuckles, breaking the hold. McMahon then turns around and pinches both of Herrington's nipples making him cry out in pain. "What's the matter Billy? This too much for you?" Herrington shoves McMahon back, getting the CEO on his knees. He then gets behind him and drills his knee into his back as he pulls McMahon's arms back. "Ahhhh!" Herrington can't tell if McMahon is in pain or if he likes the abuse. Probably a mixture of both. McMahon's turning red, but he's getting horny by the challenge. He slowly steps up and twists their arms around, shoving Herrington away. Herrington comes right back at him, but McMahon ducks, flipping him over with a back body drop. He hits an elbow drop and then grabs Herrington's leg, turning him over. He then sits on the pornstar's ass holding him in a single leg Boston crab. "Ahhhh..." Herrington can't believe how much it hurts. "Come on you weak pussy, this is all you got? We don’t take little girly boys here at WWE" The way McMahon refers to him as a weak pussy and a little girly boy makes it impossible for Herrington to tap out. Now, it was personal. With more determination than ever to defeat the condescending CEO, he takes a breath and then uses all of his energy to pull forward and grab the bottom rope. He grips it for dear life, forcing McMahon to release the hold. McMahon stands back watching the pornstar slowly get up, admiring all his sweaty assets. He goes to grab Herrington by the head, but the pornstar smacks him and wraps his arms around McMahon's waist. He then lifts the CEO up off the ground, squeezing him with a bearhug, roaring with intensity. McMahon rubs his lower back as their bodies remain pressed together. Herrington roars again as he adjusts the hold, like he's trying to snap McMahon's back in two. As much as he's trying, McMahon can't help but get hard being in Herrington's embrace. As much as McMahon wants to stay like this, he's getting light headed. He punches Herrington in the head to set him down, and another to let him go. But Herrington immediately grabs him again, lifting him up and dropping him down on his knee with an atomic drop. McMahon lurches away in pain, but doesn't get too far as Herrington grabs him again and slams him down. The pornstar then slides on top of him, hooking the leg, but McMahon punches out after a two-count. Herrington stands back up first, waiting for McMahon to get upright before lunging at him. McMahon ducks away, trying to focus and regain control. Herrington lunges again, this time McMahon kicks him. He then steps up to him and puts his right hand on Herrington's shoulder and nails him with a series of knee strikes, backing him into the ropes. McMahon then bends down and scoops Herrington up, slamming him back in the middle of the ring. He then goes to the turnbuckles and leaps off with a flying legdrop, connecting. McMahon knows he could probably pin Herrington now, but he wants to make sure he wins. He pulls Herrington up by his hair to his feet and then knees him in the gut to get him to bend forward.”No! No! Wait!….I wasn’t ready! Do over! Do over!”, Billy begs knowing McMahon was about to perform a devastating move on him. McMahon simply shakes his head and smiles as he wraps his arms under Herrington's and hits him with a Pedigree. Herrington flops down on the ring, too exhausted to fight back as McMahon rolls him on his back, folding him in half as he pins him. McMahon smiling as he counts, "One, two……….three." Herrington remains on his back, staring at the ceiling in utter defeat, his broken heart pounding from the intensity and the intense humiliation of the match. McMahon is not your typical 55 year old man, that's for sure. But Billy learned that the hard way. Plus Billy didn’t know if this meant he wasn’t getting hired and he was too ashamed to ask. He was humbled and completely at the mercy of McMahon in more ways than one. The one thing that was certain, was that McMahon was the clear alpha. The man. "Don't feel bad about losing, Billy," McMahon says. "In fact, I think you're going to enjoy it. You don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not with me. No pressure. Not everyone with muscles is manly. Besides…you fought well………for a bitch" McMahon kneels over Herrington's face and pulls down his pants, revealing his hard cock. "Open wide for this manly cock bitch boy." Herrington opens his mouth and McMahon fills him with his dick, pushing in until he's poking the back of the pornstar's throat making him choke and gag. Having McMahon’s cock meat in his mouth feels so right and Herrington is enjoying every inch of it but slowly and reluctantly he has to push the dick out of his mouth to cough and gag and for his mouth to get a better handle on McMahon’s cock. "Come on Billy bitch, you can do better than that." Right before Billy was about to get on his knees for the boss, McMahon grabs him by the head and skull fucks the defeated lackey relentlessly. The pornstar gags and chokes even more, his face turning red and drooling saliva and precum. Herrington’s struggling but McMahon refuses to slow down. Finally after five minutes McMahon releases Herrington from his grip. McMahon stands up, freeing Herrington to crawl onto his knees and worship McMahon’s cock more until McMahon finally pulls out of the ravenous mouth after 10 minutes. The powerful CEO picks up Herrington, the pornstar wraps his legs around McMahon and is carried to the corner making out passionately with tons of tongue along the way. After Herrington briefly worships the CEO’s arms and chest, the latter with his tongue and hands, McMahon sets Herrington's legs on his shoulders and pushes in toward his crack, his dick finding its way to his hole. "Ahhhh..." The pornstar scrunches his eyes shut as a burn rips through him. "Just breathe in through your nose and out your mouth," McMahon instructs. The pornstar exhales slowly. "That's it, Billy," McMahon says, "Let Daddy take care of you." McMahon snaps his hips, pushing his cock deeper into the pornstar. Herrington's head tilts back, his eyes widen. McMahon rocks back and forth slowly, letting the bodybuilder relax a little. "You ready for me to fuck you?" McMahon asks after already starting the fucking. Herrington nods nervously, and gives a genuine “Yes”. "Like I said, you're going to enjoy this." The CEO snaps his hips again, making billy moan in pain and pleasure from the hard man meat inside him. And so McMahon keeps it up, building more momentum with steady strokes that keep on coming. "You're so tight around my cock, I fucking love it." McMahon says with a grin. "Oh God..." Herrington moans out in reply. "You’re so fucking big!” "Oh you want more?" Vince squeezes his grip on Herrington's legs as he pumped faster into him. Herrington's chest bounces with each penetration, his hard dick flopping from side to side. McMahon growls louder as he fucks harder, trying to make Herrington's chest bounce higher with each thrust. McMahon grabs the pornstar’s ankles and spreads his legs as far apart as possible. "Uhhh, uhhh, uhh..." Herrington is in a trance. "Yeah, you like what Daddy's giving you?" "Yes Daddy! I fucking love it!" "Well, I've got more for you," McMahon says dropping Herrington's legs and stepping back. "On your hands and knees now bitch." Eager to please what he hopes to be his future husband and boss or at least his man, Herrington steps forward, dazed from all the dick, and whole heartedly obeys McMahon's command and eagerly bends over for his master. McMahon kneels behind him, smacking his ass so hard it leaves a red mark. "You ready for more Billy?" Vulnerable and just wanting to be what McMahon wants, Herrington takes a breath and nods. “Yes Sir.” Herrington wants these moments to last. Even though it's not blocking his hole, McMahon rips the mankini off of him and shoves his dick right back in him, no hesitation this time. All the way in to the hilt. "Ahhhhhhhhh..." Herrington is shaken to say the least. The arena is soon filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin as McMahon nails him with a brutal pace. Herrington grunts, groans, and wails while McMahon pounds the living daylights out of him. "Take it bitch! Take it like the weak little pussy you are!" McMahon barks. While he continues to thrust into the pornstar. He runs his hands up and grabs on to Herrington's shoulders and arms, pulling him toward the thrusts even harder and deeper and speeding up his pace even more. Most of McMahon’s thrusts making Billy’s eyes bulge out. Each thrust fills Herrington up, McMahon's balls slapping into him, before pulling out and stuffed all the way back in. He’s using the porn star like he’s a flesh light! "Oh God" Herrington grunts, as his eyes roll in the back of his head from the brutal pounding. McMahon slams into him harder, stabbing his prostate again and again. Herrington taps the mat like he is being defeated by McMahon in wrestling…again. The Pornstar glances over his right shoulder to the sight of the powerful CEO’s giving him a sinister smirk while his puffed up glistening chest bounces from the powerful thrusts he was giving him. A sense of dread came over the conquered amateur wrestler. He’d never felt so humiliated, so vulnerable, so controlled, so meek. Herrington had no choice but to give into the massive display of domination that McMahon was handing to him. Waves of pounding pain and pleasure rip through the humiliated bodybuilder, an intense feeling, that has his hands shaking while spreading his own hole open begging for his conqueror to give him something that he himself can’t even handle. McMahon grunts with each thrust knowing he's completely dominating and driving the porn star insane. "Fuck, f-f-fuck, fuck...oh fuck me! You fucking o-own me D-daddy!" McMahon tugs on the hair on the top of Herrington's head, tilting his head way back. “Who’s the man?!” “You are!” "Come on girly boy, I can't hear you." “You are! Big Daddy Vince McMahon is THE MAN! You’re the boss! You own me!” “Damn right!” And with the next penetration that nails his prostate Herrington yelps out louder than ever. McMahon releases his hair and shoves Herrington flat on the ring, with only the porn star’s ass up. ”Open Wide” The subservient pornstar obeys and spreads his hole open wide for the CEO as McMahon sticks it back in deep and the ass assault continues. Herrington caves to McMahon as he no longer has the strength to arch his ass up against McMahon’s powerful thrusts, the CEO lays on top of him thrusting deep in, like he's trying to stab a hole through the ring. Herrington's prostate is going off like an alarm, the feeling so intense he can't utter full words anymore. Vince McMahon is pounding him into the ground. Yes he’s never been more humiliated in his life but in the moment he feels it’s exactly where he needs and wants to be. Being completely owned, Billy was falling in love with Vince. After hours of fucking Billy in every conceivable position, Herrington feels a burning sensation in his lower stomach, and instantly knows he's not going to last much longer. McMahon can feel it too. With that he gives Herrington everything he has left to give, a frenzy of thrusts that draw out long, continuous moans from the bodybuilder. "Ahhh, I'm gonna come Daddy" Herrington announces. "I’m cumming! I’m cumming!," he warns right before his warm, white load squirts on to his chest and abs. He strokes furiously as more and more cum shoots out, a sizable load finally unleashed. “Nice. Now let me see your good side” McMahon turns Billy around, bends him over, sticks it back in and shoots his first load inside the pornstar, feeling Herrington's ass clench up against his dick as he explodes inside him. When he finishes the first load he slaps his dick on to the ass, using it to spread his seed around. He then turns billy over again and shoots another load in Herrington’s mouth and in all his face, getting in his eye as well! Billy uses his one available eye as guidance to eagerly suck McMahon’s cock dry. When he's finished McMahon glances over at Herrington's cum covered face, admiring the work he’s done. Not knowing what else to say billy finally let’s it slip “I…love you.” And with that McMahon stands back up, gathering his clothes and marches back to the locker room, proud to know that at the age of 55, he still has it. 1 month later CEO McMahon is at his desk in his luxury suite office obviously getting a blowjob by an unseen muscular male figure when McMahon’s cell phone goes off. The male figure comes up……it’s Pete Kuzak. A rising star at the same studio Billy worked for, Colt Men, that Billy was jealous of “Who’s that?” Pete asks. McMahon checks his phone, it’s a text from Billy, “I wish I was sucking you under your desk right now.” “No one. No one at all.” McMahon replies as Pete continues sucking off the satisfied CEO’s cock.