The mall was a shithole, its flickering fluorescent lights buzzing like a dying wasp nest. Alex, 19, fresh off volleyball practice, strutted into the Victoria’s Secret PINK section like she was daring the world to fuck with her. Her father, Greg, trailed behind, cursing under his breath. He’d lost a stupid-ass bet—naming every goddamn Pixies song—and now he was stuck in this neon-lit cesspool of lace and cotton, his boots scuffing the grimy linoleum.Alex had just showered at the gym, her skin still slick, her hair dripping with that cheap coconut body wash that smelled like a tropical dumpster. But the shower didn’t scrub away the raw, feral energy of the court—her eyes fucking burned with it, sharp as broken glass. She zeroed in on a rack of PINK thongs, snatching a pair so goddamn skimpy they looked like they’d disintegrate if you breathed on them: hot pink, strings thinner than dental floss, with a cotton gusset that was more of a suggestion than actual fabric. “These,” she snarled, tossing them at the cashier, some dead-eyed hag who rang them up like she was already half-buried.Back home, Alex vanished into her room, the door slamming like a fucking sledgehammer. Greg collapsed onto the couch, the TV spitting static, the air in the house thick as shit, like something was breathing down his neck. He tried to shake off the mall’s sickly glow, but it stuck to him like sweat.Hours later, Alex sauntered out, her volleyball spandex shorts clinging to her thighs—black, glossy, so fucking tight they were basically see-through, the hot pink thong’s outline taunting him through the sheer fabric. She flicked something onto the living room floor: the PINK thong, crumpled, soaking wet, its strings frayed like they’d been chewed up by something alive. The cotton gusset was stained dark with sweat and grime, smeared with a yellowish muck that made Greg’s stomach lurch. The smell hit him like a punch to the face—musky, primal, a fucked-up mix of coconut body wash, volleyball court sweat, and something darker, like wet earth mixed with sweet, rotting fruit. It wasn’t just dirty; it was alive, burrowing into his lungs, making his head spin like he’d snorted something bad.Alex leaned against the doorway, her spandex shorts glinting under the flickering lights, the pink thong’s outline mocking him. Her lips curled into a smirk that screamed fuck you, her eyes glinting with something too goddamn sharp. “They’re fucking wrecked,” she said, her voice low, like she was laughing at the universe. “Practice was a bitch. Gonna need more.”Greg’s jaw clenched. “Alex, what the fuck? And where’s your goddamn homework? You think you can just skip that shit and leave your nasty-ass laundry everywhere?” His voice cracked, but his eyes were glued to the thong. The frayed strings twitched, the smell growing thicker, sweeter, pulling at something sick and wrong inside him. He wanted to scream, to throw the fucking thing out, but his body wouldn’t listen, his breath hitching as the scent clawed into him.She didn’t answer, just stood there, smirking, her see-through spandex shorts a fucking taunt. The room felt like a furnace, the walls sweating, the air pulsing with that smell—coconut, sweat, and something that wasn’t fucking human. Greg’s hands shook as he grabbed the thong off the floor, the strings slick and frayed, the gusset heavy with that rotten, intoxicating scent. He couldn’t stop himself. He brought it to his face, the smell flooding his senses—musky, sweet, metallic, like a fever dream you can’t wake up from. His mind screamed what the fuck are you doing?, but his body didn’t care.Then, rage kicked in. Alex’s smug-ass smirk, her skipped homework, the way she stood there like she fucking owned him—it was too much. He spat on the thong, a thick glob hitting the stained gusset, mixing with the wet grime. He tossed it back to the floor, cursing under his breath, thinking she hadn’t seen. But the smell didn’t fade; it got stronger, mocking him, curling around him like a noose. Alex turned and walked away, her spandex shorts glinting, leaving the thong there like a fucking landmine.The next day, Alex wore the same goddamn thong. Greg didn’t know how she didn’t notice the spit, the grime, the way it was falling apart. She strutted around in those see-through spandex shorts, the pink thong’s outline glaring through the fabric, wet and clinging like it was part of her skin. She went to volleyball practice, came back, and tossed another ruined thong on the floor—always wet, always stained, always reeking of that same sickening smell: coconut, sweat, and that sweet, decayed earthiness that made Greg’s head swim. Her smirk never faltered, her eyes glinting like she knew something he didn’t.It became a fucking ritual. Every day, Alex would shower, pull on those see-through spandex shorts, and leave a new PINK thong on the floor—wet, frayed, the strings curling like they were alive, the gusset soaked with sweat and grime. And every day, Greg would pick them up, cursing her for skipping her homework, for being such a reckless fucking mess. But he couldn’t stop himself. He’d sniff them, the smell hitting him like a musky, sweet, metallic, rotting, alive—pulling him deeper into something he couldn’t name. He’d spit on them sometimes, furious at her, at himself, but the thongs kept coming, always wet, always reeking, always there.One night, Greg stood over the latest thong, his hands shaking, the smell so thick it felt like it was choking him. Alex stood in the doorway, her spandex shorts glinting, the pink thong’s outline a fucking curse through the sheer fabric. “You’re so fucking pathetic,” she whispered, her voice echoing in his skull, layered with something that wasn’t her. The room tilted, the walls dripping, the thong’s strings writhing on the floor. “Keep sniffing, Dad. You’re already fucked

I have a confession and I do not know how to approach my next move.. last Friday I caught my boyfriend using a home made glory hole in our garage that led to more.

So let me set the scene.. we recently had some neighborhood kids messing with our house and we installed a camera system on the outside. I bought an extra few cameras for inside the house as well just in case. I put one in our garage because my boyfriend is always out there building things, working out, watching TV, drinking beers, etc. and I was going to use it to talk to him.

One day he was messing around with the old doors we replaced inside the lower level of our house and I didn't think anything of it. The next day I go to work and I am sitting at my desk and my phone pings saying their is motion in the driveway. I pull up the phone app thinking one of the neighbor kids is getting up to no good again and I was shocked to see a random person's car in the driveway next to my boyfriend's. He didn't tell me he wasn't going to work today.. A few moments later another ping goes off on my phone saying motion in the garage. So I open the app again assuming my boyfriend is in the garage and I was going to ask why he was home. He was in the garage alright and before I could say something, I noticed a makeshift door and wall in the corner of the garage near the door to the outside. Inside this door was about a 3" hole and my boyfriend was sitting there right next to the hole. I gazed at my phone trying to figure out what was exactly going on here. What happened next made me almost vomit at my desk. A cock entered the hole and he started to stroke it.

My boyfriend looked genuinely excited. Zero hesitation what-so ever, as if he has done this a million times. He stroked this anonymous dick in the wall then leaned over and wrapped his lips on the cock head. I watched in awe as he swallowed this guy's load and he smiled afterwards as if he won an award. Another ping went off notifying the driveway camera again. The stranger got into his car, a blue chevy sedan, and left. Not a minute later, a silver ford pickup pulled in the vacant spot. Out walked a man in a black hoodie and hat and entered through the garage door. Garage camera pinged now, and I watched again as my now ~gay~ boyfriend eagerly accept this man's cock down his throat.

I wanted to leave my job so bad and head home to bust him in the act. However I couldn't, especially if I am going to leave him, I am going to need my job to provide for me. I ignored my phone and tried my best to stay focused on my work, holding back the deep pain in my gut knowing what I just witnessed. My phone pinged every 10 minutes until lunch time. By the time I was able to grab my phone and look, there was 14 camera notifications.. 7 for the driveway and 7 for the garage. Each notification came with a 15 second clip, all clips were the same M.O. guy pulls in driveway, gets a blowjob from my faggot boyfriend, then leaves.

I could not think it could get any worse.. but it did. My phone goes off and the next guy started all the same. However a few minutes of blowjob go on, then I hear some murmurs that I couldn't make out, and the door with the hole in it opened. My boyfriend guides the man over to his weight bench, bends himself over, and the stranger gets behind him and starts to fuck him. He got closer to the camera so now I can make out every word they are saying. So much dirty talk.. the stranger telling my boyfriend how he is going to pound his man pussy, and my boyfriend begging to get fucked harder. The stranger wraps both his hands around his neck and begins to choke him as he fucks harder and harder.. this move was familiar to me because I actually get off when my boyfriend would do this to me.

While all of this is going on.. a ping going off again at the driveway. Another vehicle pulls up. A black Cadillac. I switched to the garage camera and there he was, still getting fucked relentlessly over his gym bench. Entered a black man through the makeshift door. He pulled down his pants and my boyfriend took him in his mouth. The dirty talking continued with the intermission of him gargling down a dick, and then he begins to beg to be bred. The man fucking him starts to moan load and he came inside of him. The black guy moved out of the way and I got a good view of my boyfriend, he was bent over still, fully erect, and a huge pool a cum on his gym bench while his cock dripped with cum. Did he just bust from getting fucked??

He scooped the load off the bench and begins stroking the black guy with his load. Then continues to suck him while tasting himself on him. The black man got behind him and began fucking him relentlessly too. Another man entered the garage and began spit roasting my boyfriend again. My boyfriend was bent over taking all these anonymous loads. He had countless loads in his stomach and now 3 in his ass. He is on his back now on the bench and I watched as one after another came inside the garage, then came inside his ass. He had to be getting close to double digits at this point.

The straw that broke the camels back is what happened just after 4PM. A person entered the garage and I knew right when he entered, it was one of his buddies. He was someone that always came off as macho, but deep down inside everyone always thought he was gay. His friend laid down on the bench and my boyfriend slid his dick inside of him riding him reverse cowboy. I watched as huge globs of cum gushed out of his ass onto his friend's cock. There was so much is was pooling up on his friend everywhere, just making a huge mess. His friend announced he was cumming and then my boyfriend said he was too. He got off his friend and proceeded to clean up everything he could from his cock, balls, and stomach. I watched his friend go limp, then slowly work back and erection, as my boyfriend continued clean up duty. He was giggling like a school girl seeing his friend get hard again. Then he goes "do you want to fuck my face?" and his friend stood up, grabbed the back of his head, and shoved himself down his throat. My eyes still glued to the phone, watched as my boyfriend was doing a way better job getting throat fucked than I ever could. He came down his throat, then left our house.

I went home about my business because I am at a lost for words or emotions on how I should react. A part of me hates his guts, but another part of me wants to explore this more with him.

I had something happen to me tor the first time ever.

I was blowing a guy in his car, enjoying having his dick in my mouth, and taking my time blowing him.  Up and down, I worked him good.  Suddenly he says, hang on, someone is headed out way.  I looked up and someone was coming into the parking lot and parked right on the other side of my car.  Then I knew it was... Another guy I like to blow at the park.  I told the first guy I'd be right back to finish sucking him.

I got out of his car and went around to the driver's side of the truck.  He rolled down the window and already had his pants down.  I reached in and started stroking his dick and told him I wasn't done taking care of the guy in the car yet, but if he could hate until I finished with the other guy, I'd come back and blow him then.  He said he'd like that because he could play with himself while he waited.

I went back to the guy in the car and told him my plan and he moaned and told me to suck his dick good.  While I was blowing him, he was saying how good it was and how naughty I was and how his wife never sucked his dick at all.  Suddenly, he said he was going to cum and then I felt a blast of sweetness in my mouth.  I moved his load to my cheek and sucked him clean.  I leaned back, enjoying his cum, then told him how much I liked it and got out of his car.  He zipped up and left.

I went back to the truck and the driver asked if everything went okay.  I opened my mouth and showed him the cum, then swallowed it and told him everything was perfect.  He was really hard then.  He's a little bigger than the first guy, so I opened the door, then opened my mouth and took his cock into my mouth.  I've spent as much as 20 minutes sucking him before he would cum, but this time it felt more like 5 up and down movements on his dick before he blew a really nice big load into my mouth.  He zipped up and said he needed to get back to work and left

Back to back blow jobs.  I was so hard, I got into my car and stroked one out watching a few videos on this sight.  After I shot my load, I zipped up and went home in time for to my wife's birthday party.  This took place on 5/9/25 in Tulsa, OK.