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Tummies and 'The Office Boy' Part 3 & 4.

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John: Loved your fuller figure guys the other week, can you offer us some more. Not really into those muscle mary's whose perfection I find boring. I like a bit of beef on my man.

Ron

Had sex one day with this 28 year old Italian man. Boring sex. No idea what he was doing. Yes he was a hot and sexy man, but he just laid there and expected me to do all the work, to adore and worship him and do nothing, and I mean NOTHING, in return. After a while I stopped and laid beside him and he asked what was wrong.

'Nothing is wrong' I answered.

'But you are not doing anything.' He a replied

'Funny that, BECAUSE NEITHER ARE YOU.' I responded ' Sex is a two way thing and if you arrogantly expect me to do all the work, then you can leave NOW. '

He was astounded. Yes he was hot, but then, SO WAS I .... and he was so use to being worshipped that he had never actually reciprocated sexually and just was adored.

BORING....continued...

I expect someone to put back as much as they receive.

He was stunned and the arrogance got him absolutely nowhere and I told him straight out -

' You are crap sex mate - crap sex - dull and BORING SEX. I have more fun with an old man who at least joins in.'

He was completely taken aback and said that most people think he is hot

'You are hot, but what is the use of a hot body if you don't use it, I also have a hot body and a big dick and yet you do nothing back to me at all and that, my dear Italian friend, makes you BORING SEX.'

I threw him out as if he was not going to suck my dick, play with my tits and offer me SOMETHING in return, then I would rather have a wank on my own than be condescended to with such arrogance and ego as I find that UGLY and a real turn off.

He left with a flea in his ear and I guess no one had ever told him some home truths before. JB

The Office Boy, Chapter 3 - continued from last week.

By Paul B.

A couple of weeks later, I was called to George's office again. More in hope than expectation, I pulled my zip halfway down. I knocked and waited to be called in. George was standing behind his desk, which had been cleared. He'd removed his jacket and tie, and loosened his collar. He called me round to his side of the desk. Pulling me toward him, our lips met. He took my hand and led it to his flies, which were already open. He had no underwear on and a stiff cock greeted me. Breaking the kiss, he said he hadn't been fucked since boarding school, and wanted me so badly. I undid the top button of his trousers, and they dropped to his knees. His dick was about 6", with hairy balls and a thick bush. He took my, now erect, member out and stroked it. "Lovely", he muttered to himself and bent down to kiss it. Standing up again, we kissed some more and I stroked his hairy arse. From a desk drawer, he handed me a bottle of lube. I asked if he was sure. I'm still in my trousers with my dick through the flies.

He bent over the desk and I lubed his hole, first with one finger, then two. When I thought he was good and ready, I lined myself up and pushed the tip in. "YES, YES, Go on", and I plunged in. I started fucking him slowly, he's saying "More" and "Faster", but I controlled the pace. Just then, there was a knock at the door, and David walked in. He was mesmerised for a minute, then dropped the papers he was carrying and walked around to get a better view. I played up to him, pulling out until just the tip was in, and thrusting back in. David had his dick out, tossing. I started to speed up. George had his hand under the desk, jerking. He grunted and splattered his seed over the parquet floor. I pulled out and sent my ribbons over his bum. David tried to catch his cum in a hanky, but failed. David stepped forward and cleaned me. George straightened himself up and said thank you, I've waited years for that. I then watched as David and George kissed.

My pay slip had two £50 expenses on it, one from each of them.

The Office Boy, Chapter 4

By Paul B.

Early one morning, I was called into the senior partner's office. Fearing I was going to be sacked for gross misconduct, I tapped lightly. I heard "Enter", and crept in. I was relieved to see him smiling. He told me to sit down, and then explained that I was to take some important documents to a clients' in London, wait for them to be signed off, and bring them back. He said I had a reservation on the 1.30 train to Kings Cross, and a room at the Holiday Inn in the City. I was to report back as soon as I returned. I thanked him for his trust, popped the papers in my briefcase, and left. Nipping home for an overnight bag, I was at the station for 1.15.

Arriving in London, I found my way to the City and a large office block. Mr. Turnbull's office was on the 5th floor. I waited while his secretary told him I was there, then ushered into a plush office with a large, leather-topped desk. Mr. Turnbull asked his secretary to bring coffee, and to tell my company to cancel the hotel, as I would be staying at his house. I sat and presented the documents. "You can call me Gordon, or Gordy". He was younger than I imagined, in his late 30s, and quite handsome in his Saville Road suit. We made small talk, but mostly he concentrated on the papers, making notes in the margins. I slipped my phone out to check my social media, and then it pinged. The first text was from Mum, I'd forgotten to tell her I was staying away. The second was from Ash, saying we had a squash court booked for Sunday afternoon. I felt my cock thicken.

At 4.30, the secretary popped her head round the door and asked if there was anything else required. Gordy said he'd see her tomorrow. With the documents sorted, Gordy told me to follow him. We walked to a posh restaurant, had steak, then took the tube to St. John's Wood. Gordy had a beautiful apartment on the second floor of a Regency Terrace. Inside, we kicked off our shoes, and I was shown into a large lounge. Tasteful prints of nude males adorned the walls, and there was a statue of David in the fireplace. I sat on the leather sofa, feeling out of my depth. Gordy told me to relax and handed me a large glass of wine. I told him I play squash to keep fit. He said he'd heard a lot about me from David. I almost choked, now guessing he wanted me to fuck him. He disappeared and came back wearing silk pyjamas and a silk robe. He topped the wine up. Sitting opposite, he stoked his thigh, while still talking about sport and finance. Looking me straight in the eye, he asked if I liked what I saw. I pointed to my now bulging crotch. He put his glass down and sat next to me. "David said you were good-looking, and he was right. I think you're gorgeous", he purred. He put an arm around me. We kissed, and I melted in his arms. Slowly, he unbuttoned my shirt and loosened my tie. His fingers drew light patterns over my chest, and he rubbed my nipples. A hand undid my belt. His cock had come through the fly of his pyjamas. His hand slipped inside my trousers and gripped my dick. "Let's go to bed....." His bedroom was just as well appointed as the lounge, dominated by a four-poster bed. He pointed to the en-suite and told me to shower and make myself comfortable. I couldn't believe this was happening. Coming back into the room, drying myself, gordy was lying on the bed with the duvet folded down. His fat 7" dick had a distinct upward bend. He patted the mattress and I crawled in beside him. We kissed and entwined our bodies. I had to taste dick, so I kissed my way down his body. His manly scent was intoxicating. I cupped his balls and swallowed what I could.

He responded, sucking on me. We gave each other oral pleasure for ages. I found that by positioning myself properly, the bend in his shaft enabled me to deep-throat him. His tongue moved up behind my scrotum and found my bud. I realised I was going to lose my anal virginity. His tongue felt wonderful as it probed my hole. I could easily have cum. A finger, then two. opened me up. Whether it was the wine or the atmosphere, I relaxed as my body was invaded for the first time. I shuffled up the bed, and we kissed again. I told him I was a virgin, but couldn't wait to be deflowered. Straddling him, I covered his cock in saliva, then, holding the base, gently pushed down. Pain shot through my body as he entered. I bit my lip and pushed down until I was sitting on him. "Take your time", he whispered. I leaned over and kissed him, pulling halfway off. He pushed it back in. We slowly built up a rhythm. I oozed precum, which dripped in strings onto him. Feeling more comfortable, I lifted myself up a little, allowing him to thrust into me. I rode him, meeting his thrusts and jerking. He said he was getting close, so I jerked harder and shot a series of jets over him. With a final lunge, I could feel him pulsing into me. I fell on top of him, the gooey cum sticking to us, and I kissed him with passion. "That was wonderful", I grinned. We showered together and went to sleep.

In the morning, I phoned the office. Lying, saying Mr. Turnbull still had stuff to do with the papers. Gordy phoned his secretary and told her we would be late. Back in bed, we made love for over an hour. Gordy took me doggy, and then missionary, before lying me on my side, he took me from behind. I came over my leg. Gordy bred me again. I licked the cum from his cock.

After picking up the documents, we had breakfast in a cafe, then he escorted me to Kings Cross. We kissed on the platform, after swapping numbers.

On the train, I could feel his juices leaking out of me and wished I'd had underwear on. I added him to my social media accounts and said Hi. He replied with an aubergine emoji and kisses.

I'm looking forward to a weekend in London very soon. Back in the office, I handed the signed documents to the Senior and sat, awaiting instructions. "Mr. Turnbull is a very important client", he said. "I could have done it all by courier, but it's important to have the personal touch". He looked at me, smiled, and winked, as if he knew what had happened. I thought, you don't know how personal it was. He then surprised me by saying he'd like me to keep in touch with Mr. Turnbull personally. I thanked him again for his trust and told him I would do whatever is necessary to keep him sweet. I think we understood each other, and skipped back to my office I texted Gordy, adding three kisses. A few minutes later, my WhatsApp pinged and there was a picture of an erect penis with an upward bend on it.

By Paul B.

To be continued.

John: I have always been the fuller figure man. Not some slim twink but chunky and muscular. I played semi pro rugby and my inner core strength was enormous. I was built. Served me well sexually as not all people want some slim twink but a mans man, and that was me. Big, beefy, masculine, muscular, hairy and fairly large uncut dick I couldn't have been happier. Especially as I was always the active partner - the top man. I strangely attracted other masculine hairy men to me who were more passive and this was my scene. Those twinks can be a good fuck for a while but they are so damned damanding, ( and they call me Daddy which I hate ) thinking they are the cutie when really, they are nothing, and the more masculine man knows how to be more engaged with sex with another man. That's my game. So it's the rugby player types for me . Richard.

John: Any chance you can put on a whole weekend for bears -

as that would be a wonderful excuse to show off my hairy body

and attract other bears. Terrance ( Leave it with me Terrance.... JB )

My name is Gary. My brother was born with what grew into being an enormous cock. I was born with a micro penis. It never grew much beyond 3 inches and I am 6'3" - so you can imagine my dilema. It caused problems for me my whole life. I so resented my brother. I even had a super hung lover at one time and looking back, I fucked that up with my insecurities surrounding my small pecker. I am passive anyway - and have never fucked, as being so small I knew no one would really feel it, and it suits me to get fucked, but I realise the amount of anger I have fostered over the years that now in my 70's I realise was such a waste of time and energy. It is what it is. I really do now realise how many friendships and potential relationships I have fucked up because of my penis envy, my resentment and anger at those who were hung and the inner turmoil I have allowed to foster within myself all these years. And for what ? And for why ?

I have moved on in old age and now love my micro penis and even call it ' Shortie'

John: I love big built hairy bears. Love the pictures you share of these men. Better than those gym babies who are in superb shape but untimately, boring and too much like a shop dummy. Give me a bit of extra beef, a few more lb's and a bit more to sink my teeth into, kind of. Terry

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Had sex with this really obese man recently. He was well over weight and huffing and puffing away, wheezing a lot. But my God John, for the size of the man, the dick and balls on this guy was huge. There was something strangely sexy with him just laying there wheezing away with me down there loving his enormous man hood hiding behind this enormous overhang of a tummy. I sucked and thoroughly enjoyed his dick and even the feel of this smooth - huge - tummy above became a turn on as well, and I never thought I would be so turned on by an 80 inch tummy before... but the dick John, was superb. This was in a sauna in Brighton and he actually lives quite close to me so we arranged another meet at his place soon. Considering I usually hate obesity, there is a lot of forgiveness when you see this enormous cock and balls and I know what that makes me, but we are ALL size queens one way or the other and I am not shamed by admitting, I love big cocks. M.R.