Teddy West – Mansploitation

The Gas Mask

When Rashid sees a gas mask, it arouses strange feelings in him, feelings that he can’t help but act on! That means this alpha male bouncer at a nightclub is gonna bend over and take whatever his buddy Teddy will give him.

Can Rashid handle the liberation the gas mask inspires in him?

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Rashid Jenkins sighed. He was always glad when he got through another shift at the nightclub without seeing anything he couldn’t unsee. Rashid had been a bouncer for pretty much his entire adult life — when he wasn’t in prison for a spell — and he was working now at one of the highest-paying clubs in the city. So he was glad to have the job, even if it made him uncomfortable.
It was unfortunate that it was a Leathertop Nightclub, which was part of the kink-and-fetish scene. That meant the freaks came dressed in black leather and the waitresses went into the back and wielded whips and chains, tying down the customers and doing… well, Rashid didn’t entirely know what they did, because he was a god-fearing man. He tried not to think about it, and he never went past the front room.
The front room itself was just a normal bar, and it was there that Rashid went at the end of the night. He had taken to getting a drink from Teddy, the bartender, who was a flat-leaf, limp-wrist sissy hunk of honey. Rashid made sure to snarl and look dour every time he sat down because he didn’t want Teddy to think he was friendly.
Bouncers aren’t sposedta be friendly.
The bar emptied early tonight. As it neared closing time, the last of the customers either left or went into a backroom with a waitress/dominatrix. Only one waitress remained, the plump white one with leather straps separating her fat into foldy chunks — Ellendra. Rashid gave her a polite nod but no smile — he don’t want her thinking he’s flirting — and he sat down at the freshly-wiped bar. Teddy slammed his cell phone onto the counter. He bit his lip and held back tears, his elfin face scrunched up tight.
“Hi, Rashid,” Teddy said, his high voice nasal with repressed tears. “Bourbon?”
Rashid nodded. His heart stumbled as he realized he was supposed to ask what was wrong — he wasn’t expecting emotions in a bar like this. Not like that. That’s… He wrinkled his nose. Honkies, man… Honkies be tripping. He tried to stand up on a look both kind and unapproachable, but that’s a hard face to pull off.
The bar was empty, and Teddy’s tears were blatant. Not acknowledging it was awkward. “What’s… uh, wrong?” Rashid finally asked, when that fat waitress was gone. She oughta have handled this, Rashid thought. She was a woman, Rashid was just a bouncer.
The bartender sposedta be like a therapist, right? At least in the movies. Who’s the bartender’s sounding board? Who therapizes the therapist?
Rashid, apparently.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Teddy said, lips pursed so it was clear that that wasn’t true and that he would be explaining shortly. “My girlfriend dumped me. By text message. Not that that’s a problem, she’s a bitch. She’s a rank bitch.”
“Oh, okay. Uh… Sorry to hear that.”
“It’s not a problem,” Teddy said, crossing his arms over his chest. His voice broke, letting out a jagged cry of saprotude — that’s an emotion combining anger, sadness and self-righteousness, common in people who have been dumped. He sniffled and crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his feet like he was about to explode. Then he remembered he was pouring Rashid a glass of bourbon, so he got out the bottle and spilled several shots worth before he got the glass set up. “I knew it! She deserves to be alone though. That fucking bitch!” He slammed the bourbon in front of Rashid. He had put way too much ice in it, but Rashid didn’t want to complain.
He just sipped his ice-cold bourbon. There was a gas mask on the bar, which drew his attention. Rashid didn’t like to see the fetish gear normally, because it reminded him that he was surrounded by freaks. But the gas mask didn’t seem as bad — it had a function, after all, besides sex, even if it was an old-fashioned design that would probably be useless today for actual protection against poison gas attacks. It was fetish gear, but it seemed more appropriate, maybe even less sinful to Rashid.
That wasn’t logical, but it made sense somewhere in his heart.
And it did look like a real gas-mask, just old and battered, cuz it had been in this fetish club for who-knows-how long. It wasn’t manufactured as fetish gear, he was sure of that. Rashid wondered if it had ever been used. Did they use gas masks like that in… maybe Vietnam? World War 2 for sure, but it wasn’t that old.
Maybe.
“Girls are such a pain in the ass. They’re weak-willed, you know…”
“Yeah.”
“My last girlfriend dumped me and then immediately went out and sucked off like ten guys,” Teddy said. He threw his hands up, pacing behind the bar. “I really know how to pick ‘em!”
Rashid winced and shook his head. The television screens behind Teddy all turned on, playing porno. Now that they were closed, the monitors should have stayed off, but sometimes they came off and on. They were linked to the lights in the back or something. Rashid’s eyes were drawn to the screen. His dick got hard in his pants as he half-listened to Teddy.
The woman on screen was blonde, beautiful as hell from the back — she got that white-girl ass that Rashid craves — but she got kinduva dumptrucky face. Whatever though, Rashid could fuck her from behind. He was so engrossed in that that he ignored whatever else Teddy was saying, his relentless bitching about his girlfriend.
His attention only returned to Teddy when the porno movie onscreen revealed itself to be bondage-themed. Rashid had no interest in that. The camera lingered on the knots and the rope pulling itself taut, her skin pressing against it hard. Rashid’s eyes and ears tuned back into Teddy’s ongoing litany of complaints.
“And girls will not shut up!” Teddy said. “She never shut her mouth, not even when my father was telling us about his prostate cancer. I mean, am I right or what? He’s going off about the side effects of chemo, and she suddenly brings up some stupid reality show about penguin researchers banging each other in Antarctica.”
“Yeah…-” Rashid said with a shrug he hoped was both kind and dismissive. His attention was now drawn away the TV screens playing porno and the milky rope-clad tits jiggling up and down. — instead, Rashid’s attention aimed itself at that damn gas mask.
Who wore it in the backrooms? The man or the woman? The fact that it was here now suggested a woman. If a man wore it, he’d have brought it himself and taken it with him when he left for the night.
So a woman wore it. While she got fucked. Massive cock ramming into her pussy or maybe her tight ass.
Prolly not a massive cock. Prolly a normal honky peter. Rashid got a massive cock, but he assumed mosta the tubby crackers who come through his place had small manhoods.
“I’m sorry,” Teddy said, biting back tears. He bit his lip. “I’m just really upset right now. Have another bourbon.”
He slid a glass down the bar to Rashid, who was glad to have some more liquid to drown out the ice in his first bourbon. He sipped it and tried to watch the porno behind Teddy, forcing his eyes to lock on to the beautiful brunette’s bouncing tits and plump pussy onscreen. His dick was raging hard.
But what he really wanted right now was that gas-mask. It prolly smelled awful, he thought. Awful but in a good way. Awful like a slut’s pussy. A clean slut, but still, a slut’s pussy. Right after a shower in her filthy apartment bathroom. Yeah…
“I need to get laid,” Teddy said, blinking the last of his tears out of his eyes. He sniffled. “I won’t get over this without blowing a nut tonight. I won’t be able to sleep, I’ll just be tossing and turning, thinking of her.” He hurriedly typed out a text message, presumably asking someone if she could come over for sex. Maybe one of the waitresses. Rashid was glad that Teddy was getting ready to leave. Rashid wished he could leave too, but his shift didn’t technically end until he escorted Teddy to his car. Closing time was literally one minute ago, so he couldn’t hardly complain.
Then Teddy threw his cell phone down on the counter again. He had gotten a text message he didn’t like, it seemed. He blinked back another wave of tears. “Those bastards,” he said. “Everyone’s taking her side.”
“Sorry, man,” Rashid said. A thought had occurred to him: he could plow Teddy.
Teddy did that, he was like that, a bit of a sissy. A small bit of a big sissy. He was petite and pale and kinda effeminate in his way. Rashid could always make Teddy keep it a secret, and he could deny it when Teddy inevitably spilled the beans. Teddy had spilled the beans last week that one of the other bouncers ramrodded him — this old head Thumper, he was like that, Rashid wasn’t surprised at all.
And there was that gas mask sitting right there. He didn’t even understand why that was a kink — the bondage stuff he got, because there was a level of interaction there, it had an impact on the orgasm. Orgasms with a gas mask on were the same as orgasms without a gas mask on, except maybe a little stuffier and weirder.
But why was it so arousing?
Rashid hadn’t even heard Teddy rant for the last few minutes, but apparently his booty calls all told him not to come over. Possibly even his male friends had sent discourteous texts, Rashid hadn’t paid attention and now it seemed rude to reveal that by asking what happened. As Teddy shut down the bar, he raged over each text message he received.
It seemed Teddy’s friends were really his girlfriend’s friends. That happens, a lot of men are like that. Not Rashid. He got his own niggas. When he hooks up with a female, she got her friends, he got his. Women on her side, men on Rashid’s. Simple, easy, copacetic. All good.
Bet that gas-mask would make a man feel good. Covers up the face. No inhibitions. Rashid looked away from the gas-mask but just for a moment.
Rashid did time in prison. He knew damn well how bad it hurt to take a cock in the ass, though he never let it happen to him. He saw it plenty, this rat-face nigga named Ratty rapping on a nigga backdoor. Ratty was like that.
Yet he sensed that it might feel good for a sissy like Teddy. Rashid’d never admit to that, not publicly.
But if the gas mask was on Teddy’s face… that wouldn’t be public at all. It would be like nobody saw, not even Teddy. Rashid could just feel. Nobody would believe Teddy if he said Rashid let him ramrod him with a gas mask on. Rashid couldn’t stop thinking about how it’d feel if Teddy’s cock came pushing into his ass, not like Ratty’s nasty crackhead pecker, Teddy’s dick wouldn’t be like that at all. It’d be clean and gentle…
Rashid gulped.
Teddy scowled and blushed a bright red. He looked down at the counter he had been polishing for an unreasonable amount of time. The bar was shut down, all he had to do was press the total button on the register and take the cash drawer into the office to lock away in the safe. He set about doing that.
“Uh… Teddy,” Rashid said, looking around to be sure nobody was around. “You know… I uh, I sometimes mess around on the downlow. If you promise not to tell no one…”
Teddy’s eyes lit up. “Really?!”
Rashid stood up and grabbed the gas mask. “Here,” he said. “Put this on. If you cover up your face, I might be able to forget you’re not a girl,” he said. “But when this is done, you better stop crying about that ex. She ain’t worth it.”
Teddy dropped to his knees next to the stool Rashid sat on. He didn’t even put the cash drawer away, he placed it on the floor next to himself, so he could rush right into it. He pulled down Rashid’s pants so quickly and so enthusiastically that Rashid was unsure if he wanted to do this. He considered backing out.
But his worries vanished moments later when his dick flopped out in the warm, humid air of the nightclub, then filled Teddy’s throat. The familiar warmth of an expert mouth filled up Rashid’s mind, and he sighed. He finished the last of his bourbon, and he filled the glass again quietly so Teddy wouldn’t notice.
His dick swelled to full erection. Rashid guided Teddy’s head up and down, glad to have the opportunity for a simple, consequence-free orgasm. His mouth stretched to swallow Rashid’s fat meat, and with a little concentration, Teddy managed to deep-throat him to the root.
A sigh escaped from Rashid’s mouth. He needed this. And he didn’t need the gas-mask.
He kept sneaking glances at it though.
Sensing he needed to commiserate more, Rashid said, “Girls complain all the time, and they never tell you what they think. If they wanna dump you, they drag it out over like ten conversations over three months, like they get paid by the minute, man.” As he talked, he guided Teddy’s head up and down on his shaft.
From his cock-filled murmurings, it didn’t sound like Teddy exactly bought Rashid’s explanation, but he didn’t stop jerking to argue. Rashid groaned as pleasure rocked his body. His cock was rock-hard now, throbbing, precum flowing onto Teddy’s tongue.
“Damn… ” Rashid said, snorting back laughter. He poured out some more bourbon, and only then noticed that the porno had changed.
Rashid was surprised at how not disgusted he was. He must be getting more comfortable with freaky stuff now that he was working at a kinky club. That thought was vaguely disquieting — his pastor, Reverend Chandler, had said that might happen, and Rashid refused to believe it.
One of his hands roamed down and squeezed Teddy’s nipple. Rashid groaned when he realized what he was doing; it had been so instinctive he didn’t think about it until his hand was grasping for the breast that wasn’t there.
Then Teddy pulled off and stood up. Rashid leaned in and kissed him on the lips, again without giving it a second thought. His mind told him to pull away, to smack Teddy even, for making him do this, even if Rashid knew Teddy hadn’t made him do a damn thing. Rashid didn’t even kiss girls so soon after they sucked cock because he didn’t want to taste his own dick, which was exactly what he tasted on Teddy’s tongue.
When Rashid stopped kissing him, he looked down at his feet. He hoped Teddy didn’t say anything about that. Teddy must have sensed that desire, because he indeed said nothing. Instead, Teddy stroked both men’s cocks together, frotting with Rashid. Rashid bristled with pride at the realization that his dick was so much bigger than Teddy’s. He always liked showing it off.
Without a word of warning — with only a sly, knowing grin — Teddy put the gas mask on, again like he had sensed what Rashid wanted without Rashid saying so. Immediately the kinky porn vanished to the back of Rashid’s mind. All he could think of was how alluring Teddy’s body was. Aside from the lack of tits and vagina, he had a very girlish shape, he thought. He kissed Teddy again, this time on the smooth neck, just below the mask, and then his lips trailed down to those nipples.
“You got a nice smooth body, boi,” Rashid said with a low, seductive growl, embarrassed at himself even as he said it.
Teddy moved to turn around, but stopped as Rashid took hold of both cocks. He was enjoying this jousting, and he didn’t want it to end. Teddy’s dick pulsated beneath Rashid’s fingers, its middling thickness and pale whiteness contrasting with Rashid’s meaty member and dark brown color.
If it weren’t for that gas mask, Rashid was sure he would never have touched Teddy’s cock. He hadn’t done that since prison.
As though he wasn’t in control of his body, Rashid found that he wanted to go much further than he ever thought he would. He blamed the gas mask. Without seeing Teddy’s face, it was easier to follow his instincts, no judgmental eyes staring at him.
How had he ended up on his knees?
Rashid didn’t consciously sink to the ground, but there he was just the same.
If he wasn’t so much taller than Teddy that he had to stoop to reach his crotch, he would have started jerking him off without a second thought.
As it was, he gave it only a very brief second thought, then deep-throated Teddy to the root, swallowing every inch of his cock. He choked a little on the smooth texture and lotion-scented flavor, but something about it was deeply fulfilling for Rashid.
He moaned around the cockmeat in his mouth and gripped Teddy’s thin legs, which were smooth like a girl’s. He could really have pretended he was with a female, he thought, if it weren’t for the dick in his throat. He was surprised by how much it tasted like pussy.
The sour flavor of precum hit Rashid’s tongue, and he moaned. He wanted more. Teddy’s thin fingers gripped Rashid’s kinky hair and guided his head up and down. His breathing was loud and labored, made louder by the action of the gas mask. His trim chest heaved for breath.
His dick felt perfectly right in Rashid’s throat. It rubbed past his bristling mustache, and his heavy balls swung against Rashid’s grizzled chin. He felt weird, submitting to someone so much smaller than himself.
But it was intensely arousing too. He felt Teddy’s graceful fingers dance along his shoulders, which seemed so broad as to be superhuman in comparison with Teddy’s tiny body. Rashid had played football in high school, and he retained that beefy body shape.
The precum flowed like wine down his throat. He greedily guzzled every salty drop, no matter how it made his lips pucker and his mind race with confusion. He had never thought jerking off a man could feel so good.
Then Rashid pulled off. He looked up at Teddy’s gas mask-clad face and frowned. “I don’t know why I’m doing this…”
Teddy didn’t say anything. Rashid probably wouldn’t have been able to hear the words through the gas mask anyway, he thought, and he didn’t want to say anything.
He knew what he wanted, and it filled him with embarrassment. But he knew he would never have such a perfect opportunity to try it. So he stood, glad to show off how much bigger he was than Teddy — he didn’t feel intimidated at all, but still, it was good to remind Teddy that he wasn’t really in charge, even with the gas mask. Rashid flexed his biceps and frowned at Teddy, but his face was concealed by the mask, so it was impossible to see if Teddy was intimidated or even if he had noticed at all.
With his pants and underwear all the way around his ankles, Rashid sunk to all fours. He leaned his head near the floor to get his ass in the air.
It was too high for Teddy to get in position, but Rashid liked making him work for it. He kept his ass up, and Teddy had to get on his toes so he could align his cock with Rashid’s asshole. Rashid’s back twitched with anticipatory excitement.
But after just sliding his dick between Rashid’s cheeks for a few moments, he paused. He got down on the ground and jammed his tongue right in, smooth and unceremonious.
“Ah, fuckin’ hell, nigga…” Rashid said, then chuckled at himself for calling a whiteboi nigga — because he only ever messed around on the downlow with black men, it was just an instinct. It seemed that Teddy was too focused on licking ass to notice, however.
For a girl, a rimjob was a very big deal — Rashid loved getting rimjobs, but virtually no girls were willing to do it. When they did, they made him shower and shave his ass and shower again and get himself so clean and prepared that by the time he started, it wasn’t very sexy anymore.
So he was surprised when Teddy plunged his tongue into Rashid’s broad ass. Teddy gripped those plump cheeks and lapped at Rashid’s hole, teasing it open and loose. He growled through the gas mask, and Rashid shuddered with anticipation. Was this going to hurt? He supposed it probably would, a bit, but he still wanted to try it.
His body undulated as moist pleasure flowed from his ass and up his spine. If he wasn’t so eager to try something new, Rashid thought, he could have gotten this rimjob forever. His mind didn’t work while his prostate roared with pre-orgasmic pleasure, and his dick leaked precum into his fingers.
Then at last Teddy returned to standing on his toes with his cock resting against Rashid’s asshole, as though giving him another opportunity to change his mind. Rashid seriously considered backing out, but when he glanced behind himself and saw that gas mask, he wanted nothing more than to be penetrated.
When it happened, Rashid gasped. There was a faint, reedy twinge of pain, but even more than that, there was a sinking sensation of intense pleasure.
He bucked and moaned as Teddy used lube he pulled out from behind the bar, slickening up his cock while pushing in deeper and deeper. Rashid clenched his ass and gritted his teeth as the pressure and orgasmic bliss grew greater and greater.
Without saying a word, Teddy communicated to Rashid to roll over. He placed one delicate hand on Rashid’s back, and Rashid did as he was ordered. He laid on his back on the filthy floor, his great trunk-like thighs in the air. Teddy clutched his thick leg muscles with one hand, while his other caressed Rashid’s pecs and nipples.
He felt the orgasm approaching a few minutes before he did — it was always a surprise, of sorts, when he finally came with a girl, but this time he felt it encroaching on him even before it did. He was jacking himself off, so when his balls pulled up in his sac, he grunted and stroked more furiously.
“Ugh, nigga, yeah…” Rashid said, again forgetting he wasn’t with a black man.
Cum sprayed both within Rashid’s ass and over his chest. Teddy grunted and groaned, the sound muffled by the gas mask over his face. Rashid roiled and stroked the cum on his cockshaft into a frothy mixture that dripped into his body hair and onto the floor behind his back.
Great waves of pleasure rocketed Rashid’s body, buffeting him with feelings so intense he yelped like a girl. He was glad no one else was in the club right now to hear. His back contorted as he accepted every drop of Teddy’s creamy seed.
Teddy pulled out and sighed. He took the gas mask off, and the fantasy ended as Rashid realized where he was and what he had just done. He scurried up off the filthy floor and wiped his ass off with a napkin. His ass ached a little, but it didn’t exactly hurt.
“Uh, thanks,” Teddy said.
“Sure.” Rashid tried not to sound humiliated, and in truth, he wasn’t. He enjoyed what had happened, even if he didn’t intend to do it again (unless you can bring that gas mask home with you, a part of his mind thought but immediately pushed down). He just felt a sort of residual humiliation at the thought of Teddy going home and bragging about how he got to top a sexy big black bouncer like Rashid. “You better not tell no one,” Rashid said.
“I won’t.”
“I’ll deny it. No one will believe you,” Rashid said.
“I know,” he said. He put the gas mask down, then hesitated. He extended it towards Rashid and raised his eyebrows. “You wanna take this home with you? I’ll tell management it just disappeared.”
Rashid paused. He scowled and grabbed the gas mask. “Okay, prettyboy, if I’m going to escort you to your car, we better go now. I ain’t sitting here with a sissy like you all night. I got chicks waiting for my meat at home.”

The Superhero Bodyguard

Teddy meets up with a studly bodyguard at a superhero’s compound, which means he’s in for an alpha-male ride he’ll never forget! Brick Marble is a super-soldier who works for a scientist and adventurer, but when he needs to get his rocks off, he’s all too willing to let Teddy take a swing on his meat.

This super-masculine adventure will supercharge the cockles of your manhood!

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Teddy was catsitting for a friend named Creosote. He had taken it on as a favor. He didn’t really want to catsit. It was embarrassing. He had rearranged his entire schedule for the weekend to take care of this stupid cat.
He didn’t even like cats. He thought maybe Creosote would have a nice house, and it was, sort of, but it was also built like a necromancer’s lair — all gloomy and dark, gargoyles, evil-faced Asian statues, creepy paintings of old white men and spooky dreamcatchers lining the walls. The decor was not a surprise because Creosote was, in fact, a necromancer. So it was an odd house, creepy-looking, seemingly haunted though Creosote said he had gotten rid of all the Apache ghosts that used to be here. That was cold comfort for Teddy, who was scared of ghosts. It seemed silly to risk a haunted house encounter just to watch a cat for a few days. If the cat could survive the ghosts and the vampires and everything else that came through here, why did it need a sitter?
He sighed and flopped into a big chair. I wonder if Creosote’s daughter has some pot laying around. He was already bored. The cat ignored him. Teddy went to the window to consider taking a walk — it was too hot today, but Teddy was trying to walk for an hour every day no matter.
A big, burly man come out to the herb garden behind the main house. He was a broad-shouldered Winnebago of a man, a strapping stack of power and bulging muscles. He had a squarish jaw and a rather harsh face, stony, stark, staid. He plodded along with a light foot, like a man a tenth of his size. He wore a black polo shirt that seemed too small for him, his biceps straining against the fabric, and he wore tight jeans. Between the clothes, the mullet and the Led Zeppelin tattoo on his arm, he looked like he time-traveled here from the 70s.
He presumably worked for the super-scientist next-door. Teddy came out of the house to say hello — it would be polite, he thought, to introduce himself to the neighbors.
When Teddy got just twenty feet away or so, the mulleted blond turned around and cast a hostile stare at Teddy. His upper lip quivered.
“Who’re you? No costume, so you had better not be a supervillain. I got a direct line to the Villains’ League, man. If you’re arching Dr. Adventure out of costume, you’re going to be in so much trouble-“
“No, no, I’m not a supervillain. I’m a friend of Creosote’s. I’m just catsitting.”
The blond lit a cigarette. He eyed Teddy closely as though he didn’t entirely believe his story. But he nodded, sighed and flared his nostrils. “Yeah. Creosote said he’d have a friend house-sit.”
“That’s me.”
“You lookin’ for Dr. Adventure? He’s getting his… a medical procedure done. He’s in Thailand.”
“He went to Thailand for a medical procedure?”
“It’s cheaper,” the blond said. “I’m his bodyguard, Brick Marble. What do you want?”
“Oh, well… an autograph, but since he’s gone, I guess I can’t,” Teddy said. He put his autograph book and head shot away. He batted his eyelashes at Brick. “So, you’re a bodyguard?”
“Yeah.”
Teddy cleared his throat. “You wanna earn some extra money?”
Brick stared at Teddy. He couldn’t tell if he was trying to decide if Teddy was serious or if he was hostile or if he was just thinking about it. Then Brick crossed his arms over his chest. He took a deep breath. He glowered at Teddy as though he already knew what Teddy was going to offer.
“Is that… ? Are you… gonna punch me?” Teddy’s voice sounded weak and tinny in comparison to Brick’s baritone bravado.
Brick frowned. “No! No, man, that’s… Yes. I know what you’re gonna ask, and I’ve never agreed, but I need some money and at least you’re not Shore Love — that’s this freak I know, he’s been after me for years,” Brick said. “If I let him do it, he’ll never stop. So, fine… six hundred dollars.” He sighed. “You can jerk me off. I’ll ram you in the ass if you want. No reacharound, no kissing. Got it?”
“Uh, okay.”
“Good. No looking me in the eye either,” Brick said. “C’mon. Get outta my herb garden. We’ll do it in the garage. I like plowing on the hood of my car.”
Brick walked briskly into the garage. He walked stiffly and awkwardly, like he either already had a hardon or was just plain awkward in a civilian setting. He didn’t look military, exactly, but he did carry himself like a long-time soldier who struggled with normal life.
Teddy followed him. Brick closed the garage door, then led him to an old classic car, cherry-red. Brick hefted his heavy body onto the hood, leaned back and shimmied his jeans down. He had a nice, plump body, covered in scars — relics of a life as a bodyguard and spy, presumably — and a six-pack more perfect than any Teddy had seen in a long time.
Teddy nervously approached Brick, who sat on the hood of his car and smoked his cigarette. Brick leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. It seemed he didn’t intend to be involved in this beyond allowing it to happen.
His muscles writhed beneath Teddy’s touch. He wore classic white briefs, the old-fashioned kind that Teddy hadn’t seen anyone under sixty wear in years. That made him laugh as he pulled them down. They were immaculate white, and they perfectly outlined the shaft of his cock.
“Shut up,” Brick said like he knew why Teddy was laughing. “They’re standard-issue for field operatives.”
“Sure, sure, they’re hot,” Teddy said. He didn’t mean to come across as sarcastic, but that’s how Brick took it. He really did think they were hot — in a kind of a silly way.
Brick sighed and shook his head as he rolled his eyes. He stood there as though waiting for a doctor to pull his dick out. He had his hands on his hips, tapping his feet. Teddy liked to go slow, both because it was more intense and because he liked to tease big macho alphas like Brick. Buck let Teddy pull his briefs off, and a fat cut cock popped out. His meat was limp still, dangling like an uncooked sausage between his legs. His briefs were sweat-soaked and clung to his thick thighs, making it difficult to pull them all the way down. Eventually Brick got frustrated and ripped them off himself, tearing the waistband. He tossed the useless underwear away. “Damn it!”
“Hmmmm…” Teddy blushed and planted his tongue on the tip of Brick’s cock. That made Brick’s entire body ripple, his muscles flexing and relaxing in turn as he bit his lip and looked away nonchalantly. Again, he seemed to want to be as little involved in this as possible. He lay there on the hood of his car as Teddy kissed and teased his dicktip. Brick crossed his arms over his chest, making his pecs bulge. He scowled.
Teddy had no sooner gotten a taste when Brick jumped to attention, knocking Teddy off the car. He slid off the hood.
He darted towards the door, grabbing the gun concealed in his pile of clothes on the floor. “Someone’s coming. Stay here.”
Brick ran to the side-door of the garage. Teddy’s heart raced as he followed. Brick waved him back, but Teddy didn’t want to stop. He wanted to know what was happening. Maybe it was an exciting super-bodyguard adventure; it could have been a monster, a ghost, a demon, a supervillain and his army — Teddy wasn’t going to miss this.
If Brick realized that he was naked, he gave no indications of it. Maybe he was used to running security operations with his balls flapping in the breeze. He ran out into the front yard of the compound, gun drawn, cock flopping half-hard against his thighs. “Ah, Phantom Fist, what are you doing here?” Brick said.
“Where is your employer, sir?” came a deep, haughty-sounding, educated voice. Teddy couldn’t see where the voice came from. “I must dispute his latest bill. For this was not my-“
“He ain’t here, Phantom. You know those charges are set by the Villains’ League. You can’t just come in here blowing up antiques and expect to get away with it-“
“Antiques my ass! First of all, Mr. Marble, those antiques are entirely fictional-“
“They were not. They were Dr. Adventure’s father’s and they were worth a lot of money. They were insured.”
“Insurance fraud and you know it!”
“You weren’t cleared for Level Seven doom, Phantom. You’re not even his official arch right now-“
“Don’t talk to me about League business, Brick Marble. I know the rules,” Phantom Fist said. He wore a fine purple suit that concealed his muscular body. He wore no sleeves, which he didn’t need because his arms were invisible. He paused and bit his lip. “Why are you naked, Marble? I am not one to pooh-pooh the many benefits to remaining skyclad, but-“
“None of your business, Phantom,” Brick said. He looked down at his cock as though he had only just now realized he was outside naked, with a half-hard dick. “Get outta here. Doc’s not home.”
As they continued to argue, Teddy crept out of the garage to get a better look. He wasn’t in any danger — the Villains’ League set down strict rules to be sure that the battle between heroes and villains never got too bloody. Teddy was a civilian, which meant Phantom Fist couldn’t hurt him, and Phantom Fist was a high-ranking operative, so he wouldn’t break the rules.
“You are a thick-skulled scoundrel, Mr. Marble. Your muscles have clogged your brain like cerebral cholesterol-“
“You’re a pretentious twit, Clayton.”
“Mr. Marble! My name is Phantom Fist! You know very well that calling me by my real name during an arching is a violation, and one about which I am fully prepared to file a complaint! I know-“
“This isn’t a valid arching! Dr. Adventure’s not here! Go to Thailand if you wanna arch him — oh, wait, no don’t, you can’t arch him when he’s receiving medical treatment.”
“Liposuction?”
“None of your business.”
“Hair plugs? Both? It’s both, isn’t it?” Phantom Fist sucked in his breath. “No, wait, don’t tell me — is it a penile enlargement?”
“It’s a necessary medical procedure!” Marble shouted.
The more angry he got, the more Brick Marble’s plump asscheeks quivered. He seemed to have not a shred of fat on those cheeks, Teddy thought, they were hard like over-inflated soccer balls. They dimpled and flexed as Brick gesticulated and shouted at Phantom Fist. Teddy was just outside the garage, concealed by a shrubbery. He watched and stroked himself. Brick’s curving back muscles bulged, making Teddy shudder with desire. He couldn’t wait to get back to business.
The argument was only resolved when a tall, spindly-bodied robot appeared. It was powder-blue, and it was named Assistant. It came out onto the lawn, buzzing past Teddy, and beeped at Brick Marble.
“Thank you, Assistant! You’re correct. Phantom Fist, you’re not technically Dr. Adventure’s arch right now. That means you’re trespassing and I can call the cops.”
“Oh, the great Brick Marble, reduced to calling the cops to get rid of the kids on his lawn.”
“You’re no kid, Clayton. You’re older than me.”
“Fine. I’ll leave. I’ll leave you to… make love to your toolbox, or whatever men like you do,” Phantom Fist said. He walked a few feet away, then bent down. His right arm was invisible — hence the name — so it wasn’t obvious what he was doing until the tarragon plants on the edge of Brick’s herb garden were ripped out of the ground. His invisible hand pulled them out.
“Hey!”
Phantom Fist threw the tarragon, roots and all, at Brick. “You let your tarragon grow too leggy, Mr. Marble. It gets bitter.” He spat that last word vituperatively. Out of everything he had said so far, this was the only thing that he sounded genuinely upset about. He stalked away from the compound.
Brick watched him go. Then he muttered to Assistant, “Gardening people are always talking about things getting leggy. I’ve never figured out what it means. When a girl is leggy, that’s a good thing.”
Assistant beeped at him.
“Is that what it means? How do I control that? I thought tarragon was supposed to be bitter.”
More beeping from Assistant.
“I should never have downloaded that French cookbook into your databanks,” Brick said. He turned to face Assistant, his erect penis nearly touching the robot’s body.
Assistant scooted away and beeped at him once more.
“It’s just a cock, Assistant. What do you care? You’re a robot.” Brick walked away, returning to the garage. He stopped when he saw Teddy hiding there behind a bush. “I told you to stay in there, not trample on my rhododendron.” He grabbed Teddy and dragged him into the garage — Teddy didn’t fight back, of course, but Brick dragged him by the arm just the same.
When they got inside, Teddy giggled.”Will you give me a ride?” He leapt onto Brick’s back and kissed his shoulder. Brick winced and shuddered. He rode him like that, piggy-back, all the way to his car.
“Damn, give me a warning next time,” he said. He paused and tensed his back muscles. “Get your dick off my back, man. I’m not doing that. You can jerk me off and I’ll ram you, but no way you’re dry-humping me.”
“Oh… It won’t be dry-“
“Even worse, get off,” he said. His back muscles rippled beneath Teddy as he dropped off the rear of Brick’s naked body. He let himself slide as slowly as he could, so his face drifted through Brick’s fleshy asscheeks.
When Brick didn’t complain or stop him, Teddy stayed where he was. He bent Brick over his own car, and dove his face between Brick’s asscheeks.
“Tongue only. No fingers,” Brick said. Then he paused and shuddered. “Okay, one finger. You can put one finger in. A pinkie.”
“Really?”
“Don’t tell anyone. I like the butt stuff,” Brick said. He was facing away from Teddy, his blond mullet shaking, but Teddy could tell that Brick blushed a bright red.
Teddy had had no expectation that Brick would allow anything like that. Teddy didn’t even normally ask about fingering the men he seduced. But a lot of guys were into pegging nowadays. On the other hand, Teddy knew there was a big difference between getting a girl to stick a dildo in your ass and getting paid to let a man stick a finger in your ass.
Brick was so huge that his massive asscheeks were warm and had plenty of real estate to explore. Teddy loved it. He teased his tongue up and down the sweat-choked crack of his ass, while Teddy’s pinkie finger teased the rim of his hole. Those cheeks tightened around Teddy so hard they were like vise grips that wouldn’t let go. Teddy gently kissed and licked both cheeks and played with the fine blond hairs there.
A loud, car-rattling roar escaped from Brick’s lips. He shuddered, his broad back undulating beneath Teddy’s free hand. Brick’s fingers tightened into claws as his face turned red.
Teddy slipped his pinkie finger in, and Brick’s whole body perked up. Brick tensed. “Oh god, shit, yeah!” Brick’s face turned tense and red. He dropped his chest onto the hood of his car, giving Teddy even better access to his ass. Brick squirmed as Teddy’s tongue fleetingly explored his hole as well.
Then Teddy’s other hand roamed around to Brick’s cock, which was trapped beneath his body and the car. Brick lifted his hips up so Teddy could jack him off while fingering and licking his ass.
“God damn, man, you got a nice tongue back there,” Brick said. He bit his lip. “Damn… How many fingers is that?”
Teddy giggled. “Just one. Just my pinkie.”
Brick groaned and roared like he didn’t quite believe it but didn’t want to challenge it. Teddy loved the feeling of power he had. His pinkie finger — not even the whole thing, but about a third of his pinkie finger — was enough to control Brick’s entire massive body, which was easily four times Teddy’s size. Every time Teddy so much as shifted his finger a tiny bit, Brick’s muscles all flexed at once and he let out a lusty groan.
“Ah, shit… Ah, shit…” Brick grunted. “You had better not tell Creosote about this.”
Teddy giggled. “Creosote won’t judge you, you know.”
“I know. He’ll tell me how supportive he is,” Brick said. “That’s even worse. I’d rather have him call me a pervert so I can kick his ass.” He paused and blushed again. “You can add a second finger.”
But before Teddy did, Brick turned around again. He grimaced and howled in pain as he rotated his body around Teddy’s pinkie finger. But he sighed and his dick twitched too, spewing precum even though Teddy wasn’t even touching it now.
Brick laid down on his back on the hood of his car. He lifted up his trunk-like thighs, giving Teddy easy access to his entire crotch and his ass. Teddy slipped his ring finger into Brick’s ass, just the first half-an-inch or so.
“Damn it!” Brick screamed. He pounded on his pectoral muscles, which pulsated beneath his fists. “Oh god, stick it in! Ram me!”
Teddy kept one hand lazily stroking Brick’s cock, while his tongue and his other hand explored his ass. Brick responded like he had never felt anything so powerful. He squirmed atop his car hood, especially when Teddy licked a trail from his ass to his throbbing cock.
His manhood disappeared down Teddy’s throat. It was more than a foot long, but Teddy had been practicing jerking off big men for a long time. He could swallow almost anything. He managed to get his nose all the down into Brick’s pubic bush.
“Damn… Not even Mol can jerk this good,” Brick said through gritted teeth. If it weren’t obvious he was aroused and horny, it would look like Brick was angry: eyes slitted, grinding his teeth, muscles tensed and remaining so, his whole body shaking as he endured Teddy’s dome and fingering.
“Is that your girlfriend?” Teddy asked. He put his lips on Brick’s cock and moved up and down with his tongue out, slathering copious spit on his shaft, but he didn’t actually jerk it just yet. Brick squealed and shuddered. Teddy knew men loved being teased like that, and Brick was no exception: he writhed and grunted, moaning in agony when he shifted his weight on the fingers in his asshole.
“No. She’s just… this assassin I know,” he said. His eyes were closed. “I love her.” That made him blush. Teddy got the impression he had never meant to say that out loud. “I mean… I don’t love her. I love fucking her.”
“Uh-huh,” Teddy said. “I’m going to sit on your cock now.”
“I mean, she’s a total bitch. She’s tried to kill me, I dunno, fourteen times, I think. She killed John Bonham just to piss me off,” Brick said. “She’s a cold-hearted murderer.”
Teddy removed his fingers from Brick’s ass, making the big man sigh grandly. His muscles all relaxed at once. Tremendous relief flowed through his veins like lemonade, and Brick had never been this calm.
That meant that, when Teddy mounted him to sit on his cock, it was like climbing a warm clay statue, both firm and soft at once. Brick did not assist him at all, and his skin was sweaty enough that Teddy kept slipping. Teddy didn’t really mind because it gave him plenty of opportunities to squeal and squirm all over Brick’s broad chest muscles. Brick completely ignored him and just kept talking about that girl.
“I mean, she’ll work for anyone. She worked for Hunter about a week after surviving him hiring a different assassin to kill her,” Brick said. “And she’s got a villain of her own — he’s this lawyer who… Nevermind, I’m not allowed to say. She’s got a bad guy she’s in love with. She’ll never leave him for me.”
“You poor baby,” Teddy said. “It sounds like you really love her.”
Brick grunted in a disapproving way, but he didn’t argue it directly. “Nobody could love her. She’s not capable of receiving love, man.”
“Uh-huh.” Teddy licked the sweat off Brick’s chest as he lowered his ass onto Brick’s cock. When it slipped into his tight hole, they both gasped. Brick bit his lip and suppressed a moan, which turned into a loud, almost angry grunt.
“You ever know people like that?” Brick asked. He wrapped both of his powerful arms around Teddy’s body, pulling him down on his cock slowly but inexorably, ignoring Teddy’s frantic wriggling. “You know? Someone who might be the most beautiful person in the world but she just insists on making herself act as ugly as possible, like she’s scared to be loved.”
“Yep…”
“You alright? I’m not goin’ easy on ya,” Brick said, “Cuz I wanna get this over with. You want me to be more gentle?”
“God no,” Teddy said, his voice breathless and pinched. His ass slowly adjusted to the fat cock inside him. “Ram me as hard as you can, please? Ram me, Brick Marble! Destroy my ass!”
He chuckled, the motion of which forced Teddy the rest of the way down on his cock. It was deep in his ass, throbbing, sending waves of pleasure through Teddy’s limbs.
“Alright, nancyboy,” he said. “You can tell me to stop. But you might have to bite me to get my attention.” He pinned Teddy’s back against his chest, with one iron-hard forearm in front of Teddy’s face so he could bite if he wanted to. He curled his legs around Teddy’s ankles, pinning him in position there, impaled on Brick’s cock.
Then he took a deep breath and used every muscle in his body to lift Teddy up while flexing his hips backwards, then slamming Teddy back down on his cock. Agony exploded in Teddy’s ass, and he had to suppress a scream. It lasted only a moment, however, before Brick picked him back up and potent relief flooded Teddy’s body.
That, of course, lasted just as brief a moment before he was unceremoniously shoved back down on Brick’s cock. Teddy fell totally limp — except for his own cock — and submitted. This was the part of rough trade service that he absolutely loved, he thought, being dominated and utterly controlled by an alpha stud like Brick Marble.
“Aw, fuck…” Brick grunted directly into Teddy’s ear.
Teddy had no idea how long this lasted. He was supported entirely by Brick’s body, so Teddy sensed nothing but the sweat-dappled scars of Brick’s chest beneath his back and the massive cock slamming into his ass. Brick kept Teddy pinned atop his body, groaning with each slap of his cock into Teddy’s ass.
When Teddy finally had the presence of mind to jack himself off, it was difficult to control his hands, which wanted to flail uselessly above Brick’s head. He managed to stroke his dick, while he leaned his face to the side and nuzzled Brick’s blond beard hairs and the long mullet whose hairs were just barely reachable by Teddy’s tongue.
Almost as soon as Teddy touched his dick, he triggered his own orgasm. That, in turn, made his asshole clench as he rode Brick’s dick, and that sent Brick over the edge as well. They both screamed, Teddy’s flamboyant alto drowned out by Brick’s resonant, booming bass. His sweaty chest muscles rattled beneath Teddy’s back.
Cum flew over Teddy’s belly and into his ass. Teddy moaned, writhing within Brick’s powerful biceps, which held him in place so every drop of Brick’s load sprayed directly into his body. Brick sighed, but the cum just kept spurting inside him.
His hot, creamy load filled Teddy up, but still it continued. Teddy felt luxurious warmth seeping through his body, a continuous flow of hot manly juices trickling into every corner of his flesh. Teddy melted into Brick’s muscles, his orgasm making Teddy so weak he could do nothing more than fall back on Brick’s body.
At last it was over. When Teddy tried to move — to alleviate the awesome pressure on his prostate — it caused a reawakening of his own orgasm as well as Brick’s. Brick hugged him tighter again, and even kissed him on the ear, sucking on his earlobe with those big, plump lips.
He shifted his hips, grinding his limp dick within Teddy’s ass, making a moist plopping sound as cum dripped out and onto the hood of Brick’s car.
“Okay, you’re done, you had your fill,” Brick said with a practiced, forced groan. “I did it. Pay up. You talked me into it. Don’t tell anybody or I’ll never get left alone.” He snarled and bucked, pushing Teddy off him. He glowered. “C’mon, man, don’t try and cheat me.”
Teddy nodded. He was still breathless, gasping for air as his ass recovered. He pulled out his checkbook and began to write it out. He watched Brick wipe himself down with some paper towels, gingerly cleaning off his cock. He looked like he had wiped his body with paper towels before.
With the check half-written, Teddy kneeled behind Brick and giggled. He placed the check on the shelf-like upper buttocks of Brick’s ass, which made Brick groan and flare his nostrils. Despite his annoyance, Brick allowed it. Teddy used his ass as a shelf while he signed the check.
Then Brick grabbed the check off him. “Okay. You’re done, man. Go on. Go back to Creosote’s house. Take care of that fucking cat.”
“Yes, sir, Brick.” Teddy said. He didn’t wipe himself off because he wanted to have that sense memory and the scent of Brick’s body to remind himself of what had just happened.
He watched Brick try to fix the herb garden — he was still shirtless, body turning golden-brown in the brilliant sunlight. Eventually, Teddy fell into an exhausted and satisfied sleep.
His last thought before slumber was to wonder where Phantom Fist was and what he was doing. Teddy had been in the mood for a handsome villain before this ridiculous cat-sitting obligation appeared on his calendar.
He could track down Phantom Fist and have fun. A lot of fun indeed.

They did that, bam, boom, screeeeeech! Pow! Splat yo, like that, wow, shiiiiip, that was… like, yu know! Whooooah, aww, yo, all ovuh, man.

“Damn it, that traffic pisst me off, yu know,” Wojo said, plopping his site slip onto Teddy’s desk. He let out a hollow chuckle as he unbuttoned and shrugged off his workshirt. “Fuggett’boutit, yu know.” He shrugged again, his broad shoulders rising up and going down, cuz the workshirt he wore was too small for his wide musculature. His chest tweaked, pecs bouncing and rippling, loosening the beads of sweat clinging to them, which made them drip down his hair-dappled belly. “Man, Teddy, I saw this accident happen, man, it was messt up, swear to God, the car was going this way, and this other car was going that way — maaaan, shiii….” He avoided cursing because he was Christian. He kissed his crucifix, then followed that up with a vociferous series of hand gestures and sound effects that explicated the narrative and its effectuation upon his gestalt, conveyed his sympathy for the victims qua his standpoint’s relation to the incumbent mores of his sociocultural position and satisfyingly exercised the fervor bubbling up from his conception of idiomasculine expression per se. He mimed a steering wheel, careening left and right. “They did that, bam, boom, screeeeeech! Pow! Splat yo, like that, wow, shiiiiip, that was… like, yu know! Whooooah, aww, yo, all ovuh, man. It was messt up, like mad messt up.” He passed to Teddy his truck key and the clipboard with his mileage form. “I got out to help the folks, they wasn’t bad hurt, just shook up, you know, I was like ‘no disrespec’t, man but that was like crazy’, and then the cops showed up.” He undid his belt as though to take his pants off mid-story, then realized he was still wearing his workboots. He held his pants up with his hands as he headed into the locker room, and Teddy followed.

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A reacharound makes you equals

“This is called a reacharound,” Buck said, his throaty voice loud because it was aimed directly into Teddy’s ears. “In prison, that’s how you make it okay — like, you ain’t bitchin’ a fella out if’n you givin’ him a reacharound. That makes ya equals. Well, maybe not quite equal, but y’know… He ain’t a punk, anyways. You just both jackin’ off but one of you is doin’ it inside the other’s butt.”
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Buck’s tongue

He sneered in disgust at the sight of Teddy’s asshole, but Buck wiped it down with the sponge. It was a little painful, the friction of the sponge rubbing against his sensitive rim. But Teddy didn’t mind. The pain sent another thrill up his spine, and Teddy found himself pushing his ass back as though trying to put his cheeks on Buck’s face.
Then, that was exactly what happened — without a word of warning, Buck dove tongue-first into Teddy’s asshole.
“Oooooh, god!” Teddy was shocked by the sensation and, then, when he had turned his head to see what was happening, by the sight of Buck’s mullet shaking as he lapped up Teddy’s asscrack from the taint to the gluteal crest. His tongue was firm and moist, strong like his body, raspy and textured. Teddy’s whole body shook.
From Aroused by Ex-Cons

Shower fun

Buck and that white guy kept talking, but Teddy couldn’t pay attention to their words. There were so many men around, and so much to see. Teddy would have been terrified if he was alone — that was why he showered by himself in his own building, which was not as trashy as Smashwood.
Two naked men were beating up a third in one corner, their cocks flopping about. Nobody even watched as though that was normal. Teddy kept an eye out for cocks as big as Buck’s, but didn’t see any. A lot of them were big though, bigger than Teddy for sure and bigger than most men.
Two black guys in the changing area were jacking off! Teddy craned his head to watch, hoping nobody realized what he was looking at. The black men were crowded around something, presumably a magazine, and they kept aiming their dicks at each other. They were laughing, teasing each other — trying to jab their cocks into each other’s ballsacs hard enough to hurt, it seemed. Teddy wondered if he could go over there and join in.
Before he could ask Buck though, some other guy, a ropy-muscled middle-aged man with a balding head and wrinkled muscles, shouted something incomprehensible at the opening into the showering area that Teddy, Buck and the other white guy were in. The balding man leaned back a little, aiming his cock into the showering area and slightly upward, so that when he started pissing, he got a big arc.
And he was spraying his piss over all of the men in the shower. There was a torrent of laughter and shouting, and one man advanced on him as though to fight, only to get a huge spray of piss all over his chest and dangling dick.
From Aroused by Ex-Cons

Shoulderbladin’

His back muscles were broad and firm and slick with sweat. He flexed his back and shoulders for Teddy, making him shiver with desire. It produced a little valley between his shoulder blades. Teddy slid his cock between the valley, the slickness of the sweat gathering there making it glide with no friction. He held back a moan, not sure if that would embarrass Buck.
“Man, in county lockup back in Oklahoma, I was there for like a month,” Buck said, no longer watching the movie because the pretty lady was gone. “And they done that, whatchoo doin’ all the damn time. Indian fellahs love it, they do it a bunch. Shoulderbladin’.” He shrugged, unaware of how that sent a wave of friction and pleasure up Teddy’s spine. He laughed too, making Teddy’s cock spasm and leak precum onto his skin. Buck said, with kind of an embarrassed-little-boy leer, like he was tattling to his mother, “This one time I let like ten of ’em do it, and they all nutted in my hair. It was like wringin’ out a sponge.” He laughed sheepishly.
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Arthur the Hero

Teddy tends bar alongside the bouncer Arthur, who just might have a secret… Unrelatedly, the masked superhero Captain Right has been taking out the trash and cleaning up the city. Teddy’s about to make a discovery that will change everything!

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Masculine Shockers: Chapter One

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist

“Hello, I’d like to see Eugene Markland,” said Teddy. He smiled at the receptionist, who was a handsome man of Indian descent, with a thin, shrill voice that made him seem less handsome once you heard it.
“Do you have an appointment?” asked the annoying assistant. “Mr. Markland is a very busy man. He is a tycoon of industry. He oversees companies — companies in the plural. He doesn’t just take meetings with anyone. He’s very busy.”
“Oh, I understand, I really do. I think he’ll want to take this meeting,” Teddy said. He glanced at the door into Mr. Markland’s office, but it was a heavy door latched shut, perhaps even locked. There was no way in without permission. Teddy had rather hoped to just barge in, but that was clearly not going to happen.
The waiting area looked like a ski lodge, paneled with rich wood, photos of snow-covered mountains framed and dappling the walls giving the whole area a chill, like just being reminded of a chalet was enough to make Teddy shiver. Or maybe it was the overly air-conditioned air. The only part of the office that looked like what it was — an ordinary office on the forty-sixth floor of a skyscraper in Manhattan — was the cheap off-blue carpet, which looked like it had been a luxurious azure at one point years ago.
“Hmm-hmm.” The assistant smiled politely. “What can I tell him this is concerning?”
“Cookie storage.”
“Cookie storage?” He had been holding onto a telephone, but he put it down when he heard Teddy say cookie storage. He smiled again. “I see. So you, uh… represent… a warehouse? Or-“
“No, sorry, this is about the storage of a small number of cookies, not, like, trucks worth,” Teddy said.
“… Is that something Mr. Markland is interested in?”
“You’d have to ask him,” Teddy said. “He’s free to say no. I’ll gladly go if he doesn’t want to see me. Please just ask him.”
The assistant looked at the phone as though deciding whether to ask Mr. Markland about this on the phone or to go in his office and ask in person. He went in. Teddy wasn’t surprised. He’d learned a long time ago that it was better to ask for something preposterous in person in a situation like this. If he’d said he was here to discuss becoming the new supplier of steel cables or high-tech camera lenses for Mr. Markland’s businesses, the assistant would never have let him in or even considered it. If you said something seemingly preposterous, the assistant wouldn’t know if it was a real thing or not, if it was code or a reference to something above his pay grade. There were a lot of possibilities that simply didn’t exist if you claimed you represented something mundane like a steel-supplier.
Teddy wasn’t lying though. He really was here to speak to Mr. Winthrop about cookie storage.
“Mr. Winthrop will see you now,” the assistant said, glaring at Teddy as he walked in. Teddy shut the door behind himself.
Mr. Winthrop sat at his desk, head cocked to the side, eyebrows furrowed like he wasn’t entirely happy with Teddy coming here. Teddy wasn’t surprised about that either.

He was momentarily flummoxed because Mr. Winthrop was handsome. That was also not a surprise — it was the entire reason Teddy was here — but it did throw him for a loop when he finally saw him in person. He was broad-shouldered and thick, black-haired but with a few silver roots as though he dyed it and needed to redye it soon. Teddy was fine with him like that, since he liked the older daddy-types, especially powerfully built daddies in fine Italian suits.

Billions of dollars to his name didn’t hurt either.
“What can I do for you?” Mr. Winthrop asked.
“I wanted to show you something and see what you thought-” Teddy busied himself with opening his briefcase. “Ah, there we go.” He lifted up a beautiful ornate cookie jar and placed it in his lap. It was a panda bear, arms and legs wrapped around a bee whose body was the actual jar. Its insectoid eyes were the lid, giving it an sinister vibe that was counteracted by the jolly bear with its amygdaliformic eyes.
Up until this moment, Teddy had thought of the jar as just a tool to get what he wanted out of Mr. Winthrop. It didn’t even occur to him to wonder why a cookie jar might be important or valuable or that it might really have an artistic statement. Once he pulled it out of the briefcase, however, he briefly saw it in the same light that Mr. Winthrop did, and it made him feel flush with fear, disgust, comfort, humor, hunger, warmth, cold, all at once.
He was almost reluctant to give it up.
Mr. Winthrop’s eyes opened wide. He gripped his desk tightly, then frowned and gritted his teeth. “First, I’d like to know why you came to see me about this.”
“Because I know you want it. You probably recognized it right away, didn’t you? It’s a Caranzano. They call it L’Abbraccio Eterno-“
“L’Abbraccio Eterno.” Mr. Winthrop murmured with a much better Italian accent than Teddy. “You believe I have an interest in cookie jars?”
“Look, you don’t have to hide it from me,” Teddy said. “I know you went to Cookie-Con in 1991, and I have records from an insurance company showing you have a collection in your home-“
“How did you get that?” His silky voice turned stentorian, and his eyes narrowed to slits.
“None of your business,” Teddy said.
“It is precisely my business. My insurance policies are literally an example of my business-“

“Relax, relax, I’m not going to blow your secret. It shouldn’t matter to the Board of Directors anyway,” Teddy said. “But we both know it does. They don’t want a cookie-jar-collecting weirdo as CEO.” He giggled and blushed. “You don’t have any way to buy something this high-profile without them finding out.”

Mr. Winthrop’s eyes narrowed to slits. “What do you want?”
“I want to taste your dick,” Teddy said. “That’s all. Then you can add this fine Caranzano handmade cookie jar to your collection. They only made a hundred of these-“
“They made a hundred and ten, counting the prototypes.” Mr. Winthrop frowned again — he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. He blushed a little, though he was good at hiding it.
“You don’t have anything to be ashamed about. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? It’s well-made, gorgeous-“
“It doesn’t need to be gorgeous. You don’t understand. A cookie jar is not just a place to store cookies. It is a living, breathing piece of art, a piece of childhood set in a fixed form. It is more than you can dream of, little man,” Mr. Winthrop said. He stood and came to the front of his desk. “Why should I let you jack me off? For a cookie jar?! You would sully a cookie jar with tawdry perversion?”
“I would. Yes.”
“Let me pay you for it. The last time one was sold the price was seventy-four thousand dollars. My cock is not worth that much.”
“I know. I think it is definitely worth seventy-four thousand dollars,” Teddy said. “I don’t get to taste a lot of billionaire dick.”
“You really want to jack me off with your mouth — which is utterly foul — instead of making seventy-four thousand dollars?” Mr. Winthrop said.
“Do you really want to pay that much instead of blow a nut?”
“This isn’t really something I do.”
“I know. That’s the best part,” Teddy said, smacking his lips. He got on his knees in front of Mr. Winthrop. He had jacked off enough men to know that they would say no if the answer was no. If they started trying to convince him to want something else, the answer was yes, they just didn’t want to admit to themselves that they were willing to do it without proving they tried really hard to get around it.
“You have to tell me where you go it,” Mr. Winthrop said. “Is it stolen?”
“No! I inherited it from my great aunt. I barely knew her, this was just in a storage locker I got,” Teddy said. “I have no desire for a fancy cookie jar. Or even a normal one. I don’t eat carbs.”
“And you don’t want the money?”
“I have plenty of money. What I don’t have is a billionaire’s cock in my mouth.” Teddy crossed his arms over his chest.
Mr. Winthrop pursed his lips and nodded. “Fine…”
Teddy slowly tweaked Mr. Winthrop’s cock through the soft fabric of his slacks. When Mr. Winthrop just sighed without complaining, Teddy stroked it more fully, and leaned forward as Mr. Winthrop sat on the edge of his desk.
He leaned back farther, both to give Teddy easy access to his crotch and to reach his phone. He pressed a button. “John? Please hold my calls and don’t disturb us in here.”
“Yes, sir,” John said through the intercom. His desire to know what was going in here was audible even through the tinny speakers, and Teddy smirked. He suspected John would be out there listening at the door before Teddy was finished.
He unzipped Mr. Winthrop’s slacks and hefted his cock out. It was thick and smooth, heavy-balled. Teddy slapped himself over the face with it. Mr. Winthrop yawned and rolled his eyes.
“Have you ever been gotten a nut off in a man before?”
Mr. Winthrop crossed his arms over his chest. He closed his eyes when Teddy licked his shaft, then cleared his throat. “I was poor in college. I… I may have made some money in… in ways I do not tell people about now.”
“Oh yeah? I bet you had lots of fans back then,” Teddy said. “I like you better a little older though.” Before Mr. Winthrop could respond, Teddy started throating him deeply, opening his throat wide to swallow every inch of his foot-long meat.
“Goddamn…” Mr. Winthrop had obviously not expected this to actually feel good. His eyes opened wide and he looked down. His face simmered ruddily and sweat dappled his chin.
He watched as his cock firmed up in Teddy’s mouth, until it was rock-hard, veiny now, throbbing, pulsating. Teddy slipped all the way down it until his nose was buried in Mr. Winthrop’s dense pubic bush.
Teddy looked up at him and made eye contact as Mr. Winthrop threw his head back. He gripped the surface of the desk he sat on as though he might fall over if he didn’t hold on.
A gurgling moan escaped from Teddy’s lips as he felt Mr. Winthrop approach orgasm. His heavy balls rose up in his sac.
And then he moved suddenly, reaching behind Teddy. For just a moment, Teddy thought he was robbing him — Teddy did a lot of rough-trade, so that happened. Then he realized that was ridiculous — why would a billionaire pick some random man’s pocket?
He had grabbed the cookie-jar. Teddy leaning forward had nearly knocked it off the edge of the desk, and it would have shattered on the floor of the office. Mr. Winthrop frowned and swore.
“You clumsy oaf! You almost broke it! You ridiculous mincing fool-!” Mr. Winthrop gasped, his face turning red as he held onto the cookie jar with all the concentration he could muster. He shuddered and his voice broke. “Aaaaah-!
Since he was doing something else as he came, Mr. Winthrop’s orgasm was strained, almost painful. He grunted. He was going to keep scolding Teddy for almost breaking the cookie jar, then he stopped because the pleasure wracking his body was too intense to speak through.
“Ah, oh…” he sighed and groaned, his face turning red.
Finally creamy cum sprayed into Teddy’s mouth, great gobs of it that spurted right down his gullet. At first he didn’t taste it because Mr. Winthrop’s horsey cock was so big and so long that it aimed right down his throat, lower than his tongue, and he couldn’t taste it at all.
But soon some of it slipped onto his tongue, and Mr. Winthrop slowly withdrew his shaft, giving Teddy an explosion of salty flavor.
“Ah, man…” Teddy sighed as he pulled off his cock and smacked his lips. Cum dripped from his chin.
“You… You do that pretty well,” Mr. Winthrop said with a gasp, as though he was shocked by Teddy’s skills. He gently placed the cookie jar on his desk. He frowned again, both at the cookie jar — he didn’t have any easy way of taking it home without his assistant seeing it — and because he was flummoxed by the mind-blowing orgasm he had just experienced. He never thought a man could make him feel like that. Certainly no woman had ever swallowed him as deeply as that.
“You have a nice dick, it’s easy to swallow,” Teddy said as he cleaned his face off. He stood. “Thanks.”
“No. Thank you,” Mr. Winthrop said. “Perhaps if you encounter any new… pieces in the future, you will contact me. I would be glad to set up future trades of this sort.”
“I will definitely let you know,” Teddy said.
“Next time, please come to my home, not my office,” Mr. Winthrop said. He wrote down his address. “I will instruct the doorman to let you in.”
“I will be there,” Teddy said.

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist

Masculine Shockers: Chapter Two

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist

Teddy thought that Mal was a generally polite and solicitous person, because that was the way he acted. It wasn’t until he happened to see Mal in a grocery store one day that Teddy realized it was all an act.
Perhaps that shouldn’t have been surprising. In the Martinsburg Public Library, Mal was a librarian. Since he was a nearly seven-foot tall black man in a kangol hat and a dense Muslim-looking beard, he didn’t exactly fit in. The other librarians were mostly either elderly white women or politically activist young women. Mal had muscles bulging from the button-down shirt and tie he wore — literally, his body didn’t seem to fit in his shirt. It looked as though flexing his biceps would make his clothes fall apart like a Hulk.
“That’s right, ma’am, I do work here. I’d be glad to help,” he said. Even when he spoke quietly, his baritone voice boomed like a cannon, echoing in the tiny library. He didn’t really have a quiet voice. His voice sounded like his chest was so massive his words resonated around in there before making their way out, so they came out echoey and cavernous. The little old white lady who had approached the information desk quaked a little.
She whispered something Teddy couldn’t hear. He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop on that though. He was busy fantasizing about Mal.
He spoke so properly at the library, but when Teddy ran into him at the grocery store, he was hanging out with a couple of other young black men. They had been talking about something, but the only words Teddy could make out were Mal saying, “yeah, nigga, I made that ass shake, you don’t even know, she was vibratin’ all over my meat.”
He hadn’t been speaking properly at all. He had been passing himself off as a thug. Or had he simply stopped trying to pass himself off as a kindly librarian? Teddy didn’t know which was the case.
He didn’t much care either. It was mildly interesting, but Teddy wasn’t here for that. He was here to jack Mal off.
That was Teddy’s hobby, finding alpha males and seeing if they would let him take a swing on their meat.
He waited until the end of the night. Teddy knew from personal experience that Mal closed up alone. He let the other employees — all of them old ladies — go when it was still light out. He even escorted them to their cars like a gentleman before returning to close up.

Teddy waited for that tonight. He pretended to read a book in the study room, which was out of the way enough that Mal wouldn’t likely know Teddy was here until he checked right before leaving for the night.

“You have a good night too, Vera, uh-huh,” Mal said. “Lemme get the door.”
Teddy straightened his back. After a few minutes, Mal came back in, sans Vera. Teddy still sat there. He heard Mal moving around behind the counter, finishing up for the night.
Then, at last, Mal came closer. “Hello, anybody there? We closin’ now, you best wake up if you out there.” It didn’t sound like he had any expectation that anyone would be left in the library. He looked in the bathrooms and down each of the halls purely out of habit. “Hello?!”
Teddy stood up and put a shocked look on his face as Mal came around the corner and saw him. Teddy cleared his throat. “Oh, are you closed?”
“Yes, sir,” Mal said.
Teddy nodded and grabbed his things. He headed for the door. He took in Mal’s intoxicating scent, which was almost enough to get him hard in itself. He brushed past Mal’s thick chest on his way out of the study room.
Then he headed for the stairs to the main floor. The front lights were already off, but there was emergency lighting that never turned off. Teddy stopped there.
“Hey, can I ask you a question?”
Mal frowned. “Yes, I’m a real librarian. I know I ain’t typical.” He flexed his arm and kissed his bicep. “It’s just what I do, y’know. Ain’t nothin’ wrong wit’ a brother gettin’ a degree in library science. In fact-“
“Yeah, yeah, sure, I get that, that’s not the question,” Teddy said. “Though it’s kinda related. I was wondering…” He pulled out a wad of five hundred dollar bills. “What you’d be willing to do for five hundred dollars?”
“Man, I ain’t a thug, I ain’t beatin’ up no one for you, I swear-“
“No, no this is nothing like that,” Teddy said. “What if you just stood there and closed your eyes and let me swallow you dry?”
Mal frowned and chuckled. “Hmmm…” He grunted. “Uh. Uh-huh.” He shifted his weight between his feet. “Uh… yeah. Okay.”
Teddy dropped to his knees as soon as Mal said it. He leaned against the check-out counter, near a stack of children’s books. Teddy unzipped his slacks and took his cock out. It was thick and veiny, hefty enough to have some weight to it when Teddy flopped it over his mouth.
“Man, you said you wanted to swallow it, honky. Whatchoo playin’ at? If you wanna do it, do it. Put it in ya mouth and get it wet, shit…” He leaned back as though bored already.
Teddy giggled and started licking it. He planted his lips on the tip and made a loud moist suckling noise. He still hadn’t started throating it yet, or even licking it. He just sucked on the tip like a lollipop he was trying to melt in his mouth as quickly as possible.

Mal had only unzipped khakis and undone his belt. His pants were open, but not down. His shirt was in the way. Teddy didn’t mind — in his view, that just made it hotter. He could smell the musky fabric of his khaki pants, which he had probably worn more than once since he last washed them, mixing with the lilting detergent scent of his cleaner underwear.

“C’mon, man, if you gonna swallow it, get to swallowin’. Open that mouth up and get it down.” Mal chuckled dryly. He swiped his dick — just getting a bit hard now — over Teddy’s face. “You like that, man?”
“Hmmm… I do…” Teddy smiled up at him. He stuck his tongue out and chased Mal’s dick with it, trying to lick it while Mal tried to rub it over his face. Mal kept a tight frown on and he kept looking away with a sigh like he really wished Teddy would get on with it. But a smile flickered over his face too.
Finally Mal roared. “I know you just teasin’ me. You wanna swallow it fo’ real, right?”
“I do…” Teddy said coyly. That was his cue to start really throating. He went as far down as he could in one smooth motion. He was practiced, so he was able to deeply throat Mal like a champion. His nose buried itself in Mal’s pubic hair, and his throat soon fought because Mal finally rocketed to full erection.
His dick throbbed in Teddy’s mouth, its veiny shaft pulsating against his tongue. Teddy smiled up at Mal, whose eyes were closed.
“Wait…” Mal stopped moving, but he didn’t take his dick out. Teddy made eye contact with him, and Mal furrowed his brow. “When I said I’m a real librarian, you said that wasn’t the question you wanted to ask, but it was related. Why was it related?”
Teddy had to laugh even though he still had Mal’s dick in his throat. That made him choke, his whole body spasming. He didn’t stop though, not until Mal dragged his cock out and frowned at him.
“I’s askin’ you a question, man, answer me.” He crossed his arms over his chest. His dick bobbed in front of Teddy’s face. Teddy, gasping for air, chased it with his mouth until Mal swiped it away. “I swear,” he said, “white boys can’t even handle having a conversation in front of black dick.”
Teddy giggled and blushed. He sighed. “I just meant that I thought you were handsome, and I’ve got sort of a weird thing for, y’know, handsome men who aren’t what you expect big tough guys to be. Like ballet dancers and kindergarten teachers and stuff.”
Mal eyed him suspiciously. “That’s weird.”
“Exactly.”
“So you ain’t one of them white cuckold dudes or somethin’? You got a thing for mandingo dick?”
“Not unless they’re attached to florists or librarians or something,” Teddy said. “And, I mean, they have to be handsome. I’m not into any fat guy who’s a librarian. But no, I’m not turned on by library science and didn’t really need to know how or why you became a librarian.”
“Hm.” Mal nodded. He ordinarily got annoyed when people acted like it was an oddity for a black man to become a librarian, especially a big tough guy with a beard and a criminal record like him. So he should have been happy that Teddy didn’t care about that. But it still seemed weird and made him feel more prostitutey than he had before.
Regardless, he wasn’t about to give up on an orgasm partway through. He drilled his dick back in Teddy’s mouth. This time he kept his arms crossed over his chest.
“No hands,” he said when Teddy tried to hold onto the root of his dick. Since Mal’s arms were over his chest, neither of them could touch his dick as he slammed it in and out of Teddy’s throat. It wasn’t quite an aggressive throating — which Teddy would have been fine with — it was more of a warm, passionate humping in his mouth. Teddy swallowed it the best he could, moving his head to match Mal’s hips movements, so he could keep on swallowing that massive black shaft.
Soon the sour and sweet flavor of precum hit Teddy’s senses. He moaned and swallowed it, choking down as much as he could. He loved precum. He always snarfed it down and smiled the whole time, every time. He thought precum was sexier than actual cum because it reflected every alpha’s inner nature. It smelled and tasted and felt like his entire body, while all cum, Teddy thought, was more or less the same.
Precum flowed copiously down Teddy’s chin. Mal smeared some of it around with his thumb, smiling at the desirous look in Teddy’s eyes. Mal could land plenty of sexy chicks who wanted him, but it was rare for them to love throating his dick like this.
That was why Mal liked getting blowing his nut in men. He rarely admitted it, and he never told those men that he did it often. He preferred to make them think it was something he would never do, that they’d have to seduce him — or sometimes give him money — to do it.
But he adored getting dome from a man because he could really pound their throat like he was doing now with Teddy. He could make his balls slap against Teddy’s chin and even pinch his nostrils shut to make it easier for him to swallow the whole thing.
“Hmmm…”
“You wanna stick me in the ass?” Teddy asked, pulling off his dick and letting it spew precum on his lips. That muddled his words, making them sound like he spoke into a glass of syrup, blowing bubbles with his lips as he talked.
Mal grunted. “Hell yeah.” He chuckled as Teddy stood and gripped the shelves behind him. “You holdin’ onto the African American history section. Sounds ‘ppropriate to me.”
Teddy smiled and gripped the metal shelf tightly. He gritted his teeth as he felt that thick dick slide into his ass. It was girthy and long and so hard it made Teddy wince. He gasped.
But Mal petted his scalp and said, “Hmmm… it’s okay, man, it’ll feel good in just a second. You just gotta give ol’ Mal a second to find the right angle. How ’bout that?” He drilled in from one angle, and Teddy let out a pleasured moan.
That wasn’t good enough for Mal, however, who kept stroking Teddy on the head and neck. He massaged him gently as he penetrated him from a different angle.
This time, Teddy’s howl of desire was so loud it echoed in the library, and Mal looked around again to be sure no one else was here. He laughed at Teddy’s frenzied squirming.
“Damn, my man, there it is, that’s the angle you been waitin’ for, I expect.” Mal loved bringing his bottoms to pleasure, and on that score, it didn’t matter if they were male or female. He couldn’t stay hard if the person he was with wasn’t having the orgasm of their lifetime.
So no matter how much his body cried out for him to plow into Teddy as hard as he could, from whatever angle helped his giant dick fit in better, Mal didn’t. He found Teddy’s prostate and rubbed his dick against it, smiling when he saw Teddy’s foot shake and his hands turn into claws that grappled with the shelves.
“Shit… Aw, fuck, man…” Mal moaned.
Then, he and Teddy both stopped — the door opened. The main door had swung open on the ground floor. If the lights had been on, whoever had walked in would surely have seen Teddy and Mal. But instead they were bathed in darkness, silhouettes indistinguishable even with the dim emergency lighting that never turned off.
“Shit — shush….” Mal pulled his cock out, and Teddy flopped to the ground. It took all his concentration to avoid shouting and groaning out loud, so he ended up rolling around like a dying fish. Mal hurried to pull his pants up. He still had a hardon, and his cock dripped with precum and anal juices. He grimaced as he put that in his pants — that was going to feel filthy, he thought, and his dick was still awkwardly erect.
He went to the stairs. “Yo! Who’s there?”
“Oh, Mal… is that you? I thought that was your car outside. You’re still here?”
“Vera? Yeah… I’m, uh… I was just about to leave,” Mal said.
“Oh, well, I forgot my phone,” she said. Mal came down the stairs. He had to walk slowly because his dick was hard in his pants, and he couldn’t let it show. It made it very awkward to use the stairs. He was so focused on that that, by the time he reached the main floor, Vera had found her phone.
“You got it?”
“Yes,” she said. She gestured for him to follow her to the door. Mal gritted his teeth. She smiled. “Aren’t you leaving?”
“Uh… yeah. My keys is upstairs though. You surprised me,” Mal said. “You go’n ahead. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Oh, uh, well… Okay,” she said with a shrug. She tottered towards the door.
She had never walked so slow. Mal walked up the stairs, listening intently for the heavy front door to slam shut. He laboriously ascended, his erection finally starting to subside a little.
When he heard it click shut, Mal raced into action. He ran up the stairs, even though that made his cock jostle painfully in his khakis. He found Teddy, still sprawled out on the floor, and rammed his pants back down to his ankles. He lifted his shirt up enough that it wouldn’t get in the way and plunged into Teddy’s ass.
“Aaaaaaah….” He moaned, his mind finally relaxing now that he was back in Teddy’s tight, warm ass. He grabbed Teddy’s back and caressed it. “There you go, thanks for waitin’ while I dealt with that old broad.”
“Hmmmmm… Thanks for coming back,” Teddy said. He tried to raise his ass, to get on all fours, but Mal’s heavy body kept pinning him down.
Finally Mal realized what Teddy was trying to do and lifted his head up. He wrapped one arm around Teddy’s neck, putting him in a light chokehold. He dragged Teddy into a doggystyle position, all without missing a beat. Teddy was too stiff and orgasmic, on the verge of his own climax, his dick throbbing in his hand, to really move in a coordinated way.
It was the most intense orgasm of Teddy’s life. He cried out, muffling the sound at first and then shouting as loud as he could when he realized it didn’t matter. He hadn’t accepted a dick this big in his ass in a long time, and Mal was his new favorite librarian.
“Ah, god, I’m gonna cum in ya, I’m goin’, I’m goin’, you ready?” Mal breathlessly grunted into Teddy’s ear. His breath condensed into a layer of moisture on the side of his head.
Teddy shot his load at the same time, beginning just before he felt the first drops of Mal’s cum coat his insides. Teddy wanted to cry out again, to scream his orgasm into the darkness of the library, but the sensations roiling within him were too intense. He could feel Mal ramming into every inch of his body, coating his insides in creamy, sticky warmth.
It seeped throughout him and soaked into his body. Teddy couldn’t believe how much cum there was, flowing into him like it came from a massive hose. Mal’s heavy balls drained deep into Teddy’s body, until it dripped down the sides of his hole and into a puddle on the carpeted floor of the library.
“Aaaah… goddamn…” Mal said as though he was done, but he kept pistoning his hips. He grunted like an animal, like he couldn’t believe he was still going.
Teddy couldn’t tell if Mal was still cumming or not. He felt semen flowing in and out of him, but that was probably just because Mal was still moving his dick around. It twitched within him, and he frothed his load into a big wet mess that flowed over his limpening mahogany cockshaft.
Finally, he pulled out, and Teddy let out a chest-rattling moan. He twitched and fell limp on the ground, marinating in the puddle of cum and juices that lay there. Teddy rolled over onto his back so he could see Mal, who kneeled there.
He had never taken his shirt off, and his pants were still around his ankles. Teddy’s toes rubbed over his dickshaft, while Mal breathed heavy. Then he stood and sighed. Teddy grabbed some tissues from the nearby circulation counter, and he wiped his own ass off. Mal stood there like he expected Teddy to clean his dick too, so Teddy did so.
“Damn, boy,” Mal said with a dry laugh. He stroked Teddy’s smooth chin. “I like you a lot. You gonna be a regular patron?”
“I dunno, maybe…” Teddy smiled. “I do like this library.”

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist