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“You’re the boss, Daddy!”

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Part 8
Zach finished cleaning up after breakfast and headed down the hall. While passing the guys’ bedroom he noticed the door was half-open. He was curious so he peeked through the open door. Zach heard the shower going, so he knew he had a few minutes to look around. He noticed Blake’s underwear on the floor. As he reached down to pick them up and smell them, he heard the shower shut off. Not wanting to get caught, Zach quickly rushed back to his room and shut the door.
Zach fell onto the bed, he couldn’t believe he had Blake’s boxers in his hand. He started to examine them and noticed they were wet.
“Holy fuck! Blake must have shot his load before his shower…” muttered Zach, his fingers confirming the unmistakable consistency of a fresh load of cum. The thought of Blake’s fresh load in his hand got Zach’s cock rock-hard instantly. Zach ripped off his gym shorts and began to stroke his cock. He took the boxers and tasted Blake’s load. The taste sent Zach over the edge. He began to shoot nice thick gobs of cum all over himself. Zach used Blake’s boxers to wipe up his fresh load, mixing their cum together.
After his shower, Zach grabbed a towel and dried himself off. As he was trying to tame his hair, he realised that he didn’t have any more hair gel.
“I wonder if the guys have any I can borrow?” Zach said to himself. He wrapped a towel around his waist and went to see if he could find Blake to ask him.
“Blake, are you in there?” said Zach, loudly directing his question to the closed bedroom door.
“Down here, Zach!” shouted Blake, from the spare room down the end of the hall that had been converted into Blake’s photography studio.
“Hey, buddy, welcome to my studio!” grinned Blake, admiring Zach’s body. “What’s with the towel?”
“I ran out of hair gel and was wondering if I could borrow some from you guys?” asked Zach. “Wow — cool photos! I love this black and white series! ”
“Thanks!” grinned Blake, flattered by Zach’s praise. “I usually do landscape photography, but lately I’ve been venturing out and doing portraits. Here’s one I did of a couple of college guys that modeled for me recently…”
“I love how you captured their bodies…” admired Zach.
“They were a couple of hotties…” winked Blake. “Very easy on the eye, and very easy to work with.”
“Could I model for you sometime?” suggested Zach.
“Sure, we can do a short one today, if you like?” shrugged Blake.
“What’s this framed piece behind here?” asked Zach, reaching around some light stands and other camera equipment.
“Let me help you with that…” offered Blake, moving in behind Zach to help lift the heavy portrait. Zach stumbled, and Blake instinctively reached out and put his hands on Zach’s waist to help him regain his balance. In the process, Zach’s towel fell to the floor, exposing Zach’s perfect bubble butt. Zach turned around. Blake’s hands were still on Zach’s waist just inches from his cock. Blake looked down and took in the size of Zach’s cock and balls before bending down to retrieve Zach’s towel from the floor.
“Yikes! Sorry about that…” apologised Zach, taking the towel but not making much of an attempt to conceal his nakedness “Let me go get dressed and then I can model for you — unless you want me to model nude?”
“Ah, maybe go grab some clothes and then we can talk about the scene…” said Blake, not wanting to totally dismiss the idea of Zach modeling nude but also not wanting to seem too eager.
“Sure, be right back…” grinned Zach.
Staring at Zach’s ass as he watched him walk out of the studio, Blake realised that he was quickly losing his self-control around Zach.
“Hey, Zach…” said Blake. “Can we do this tonight? I forgot that I have to meet a buddy at the gym, I owe him a work out.”
“Sure, no problem…” replied Zach, a little confused by Blake’s sudden change of plans.
Blake pulled into the gym parking lot and was relieved when he saw Steve’s black Ford truck parked in the lot. Blake’s cock began to swell in anticipation of another fuck-down with Steve. As he walked into the gym, Blake saw Steve heading into the locker-room.
“Ready for round two?” asked Blake, walking up behind Steve and placing a firm hand on his shoulder.
“I thought you said it was a one-time thing?” grinned Steve.
“Do you want to talk about it, or do you want my hard cock in your cunt?” growled Blake.
“You’re the boss, Daddy…” winked Steve. “My cunt is yours whenever you want it…”

Can I call you Uncle?
Can I Call You Uncle? is the first in the Coyote Tales series of erotic gay fiction written by Coyote and Gareth Johnson.

We’re currently serialising the story. This is the eighth instalment — read earlier episodes here.

Model: Covax. Photographer: Coyote Studios
Model: Covax. Photographer: Coyote Studios

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“Do you think tan-lines are sexy?”



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Photo by Marvin Meyer on Unsplash

Part 7
It was a sunny, summer’s day in Newquay and Shane and Jason were sunbathing on the beach after spending the morning surfing. Shane and Jason had coordinated their shifts at the supermarket so that they could have the day off together. It was a Thursday, so they pretty much had the beach to themselves, and they’d found a secluded spot behind the sand dunes that was sheltered from the light breeze that was blowing.

“I wish we could do this every day…” sighed Shane.

“I know, right?” agreed Jason. “Surfing and sunbathing — why can’t someone pay us to do that?”

“Do you think tan lines are sexy?” asked Shane, lifting up the leg of his swim-briefs a little to check whether he had much of a tan.

“Definitely…” nodded Jason. “I love it when a guy is really tanned but then has a white ass with a really defined line where his swim-briefs have been.”

“Yeah… totally, that’s fucking hot…” agreed Shane. “But an all-over tan can be pretty sexy too — like Brazilian guys, they always seemed to be tanned head to toe.”

“How many Brazilian guys have you been with?” laughed Jason.

“None, actually…” smiled Shane. “But I’ve studied them closely online — they all seem to have all-over tans and huge cocks. So sexy.”

“Maybe we should work on our all-over tans?” suggested Jason.

“What — get naked here?” asked Shane.

“Why not?” grinned Jason. “There’s no one else around — let’s do it!”

Jason winked, undid the waist tie of his swim-briefs, hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down and off.

“Your turn!” declared Jason. Shane quickly followed suit and soon both boys were lying naked on their towels. “I like this…” giggled Jason. “Feels good to have sun on my ass. Makes me horny.”

“Everything makes you horny!” laughed Shane. “You’ve constantly got a hard-on!”

“Yup! nodded Jason. “Check it out!” Jason rolled over onto his back and proudly displayed his hard cock to Shane. Shane also rolled onto his back and grinned as his hard cock also sprang into view.

“So, are we going to just lie here with our hard cocks, or are we going to do something about it?” asked Shane. Jason rolled over on top of Shane and brought their mouths together in a deep passionate kiss, their bodies grinding together as their tongues wrestled.

“You boys want some company?” said a voice suddenly, coming from somewhere above them. Shane and Jason immediately broke off their kissing in surprise and looked up — there was a guy standing above them up on the sand dune. He looked to be in his early 40s, masculine and muscular, he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. “Don’t mind me…” smiled the guy, realising that he’d startled the boys. “Looks like you’re having fun. How about we have some fun together?”

Shane looked quickly at Jason and could see that they were both thinking the same thing.

“Sure…” grinned Shane. The guy quickly walked down the sandbank to where they were and stripped off his clothes, revealing his hairy, powerful chest, and a long, fat, hard cock.

“I’m Frank…” said the guy. “This is my cock. How about you get acquainted?” Frank put his hands on the back of Shane and Jason’s necks and bent them over to bring both their mouths down to service his hard cock.


Shane and Jason eagerly went to work, licking and sucking, slurping up and down the shaft of the hard cock, enjoying the feeling of their lips mashing together and their tongues entwining as the hard cock pushed between their faces.

“That’s it, boys… fuck… you sluts sure now how to work a cock…” moaned Frank. “Who wants their ass fucked first?” Both Shane and Jason immediately put their hands up while continuing to suck Frank’s cock. “So you’re both little cunt-boys are you? Whores for cock?” The boys nodded happily, turned on by Frank’s domineering and aggressive attitude. “On your hands and knees — show me those fuck-holes.”

Shane and Jason quickly positioned themselves on their hands and knees on their towels on the sand. Frank used one hand on the ass of each boy, prodding and probing with his fingers.

“Fuck yeah… such sweet boy-cunts…” admired Frank. Shane and Jason kissed, thrilled at the way that their sunbathing had turned out, loving the way that Frank was toying with their asses. After lubricating and loosening the boy’s asses with his spit and his fingers, Frank arranged them so that Shane was on his hands and knees and Jason was lying on top of him — their exposed asses lined up one on top of the other. Frank lined his cock up first against Shane’s spit-slick fuck-hole pushing it forward powerfully, pushing it in all the way.

“Ungh!” grunted Shane, feeling himself filled with Frank’s cock. After a few quick, hard thrusts Frank pulled his cock out of Shane and lined himself against Jason’s ass.

“Oh fuck!” moaned Jason, as Frank slammed his cock into him.

Frank began alternating his attentions — a few thrusts into Jason and then slamming his cock into Shane, ramming his cock in and out of Shane’s boy-hole before switching back to Jason and repeating it.

“So fucking hot…” growled Frank. “Two fucking boy-cunts… sluts… whores for cock… fucking taking my cock… going to get my load… oh fuck… fuck… here it comes…”

Frank could feel the cum boiling up inside him, he was so turned on by his encounter with Shane and Jason that he knew that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“Oh fuck yeah… get ready boys… Ungh! Fuck! Fuck!” Frank pulled his cock out of Shane’s stretched fuck-hole and sprayed a huge load of cum over both of their asses, ropes of sticky white cum coating both of their fuck-holes. “Fuck yeah…” growled Frank as he fucked his cock back into Shane, and then back into Jason, using the head of his cock to swab up the cum so that he could push it deep inside the puffy boy-holes that he’d just fucked.

Eventually, Shane and Jason disentangled themselves and collapsed down onto their towels while Frank wiped himself up, got dressed and headed off down the beach.

“That was fucking hot!” laughed Shane, wrapping his arms around Jason and pulling him close for a tender kiss.

“Totally” nodded Jason happily. “We should definitely work on our all-over tans more often!”

Riding the Waves
We’re serialising Riding the waves on Mainly Male. This is the seventh instalment.

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