JOSH O'CONNOR Challengers - Video Diaries

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hey, some of the clothes we left behind are still up here! sweet! ugh, same clothes since ‘95? boys…

Conner was fully aroused by the time his clothes came off. It never took much to get him going when it came to Kade, and the thrill of having sex in the back of a limo only added to his excitement. He easily straddled his boyfriend's lap and captured his lips in a passionate kiss, humming with pleasure. "I want you so bad, babe," he whimpered. Pulling away from the kiss, Conner reached behind his back and positioned the tip of Kade's cock against his hole. His own cock was pressed against the other's stomach as he slowly began to descend, taking him in inch by inch. He gasped softly as his hole clenched around Kade, and sat still, savoring the feeling of being completely filled up. "Fuck," he whispered, before leaning in for another open-mouthed and sloppy kiss. After a few seconds, the initial discomfort eased and Conner started to move, swaying his hips up and down slightly in a steady rhythm. "Fuck me, babe," he cried out loudly, wanting the driver to hear him.

It was a good thing Conner was thinking ahead because Kade definitely wasn't. Once he'd pulled his boyfriend into a kiss it was a steady flow of touching and groping, turned on by the very idea that Conner had been the one to suggest this happen. Any time the other wanted to be a little adventurous Kade was into it. So he hadn't exactly thought about the state of their clothes after the fact. When he was grabbed and pulled from their kiss (earning a quiet whimper) he had to search Conner's face for a few seconds before really hearing what he was saying. "Oh.. oh yeah." Because they had somewhere important to be and Kade didn't want Conner to have to worry about any unsightly stains or a haphazard appearance his first time on the red carpet. Before they got there Kade would make sure they took a moment to right themselves. He wanted the whole world to see who was at his sides and didn't necessarily want them focusing on cum stains. Assisting Conner first in taking off his clothes, making sure to take at least a little care in where they landed, it wasn't until he had the other's pants halfway down his thighs that he stopped - taking a moment to grope his ass now that it was exposed - and starting taking off his own clothes. "Just the bowtie?" He grinned, still taking every opportunity to kiss Conner between the swift undoing of his suit. "Hot." It wasn't long at all before that's all Kade was wearing, his arousal prominent and his hands reaching out to pull Conner into his lap. "You wanna ride me, baby? Show me how bad you want me?"

There was a part of Jaime that wanted to sit up and chat with his dad about it all. He was curious to learn more about his past experiences with men in college and how long he had been wanting this. But, his arousal was too strong to focus on chit-chat. He wanted his father badly, and the feeling of his massive hard cock against his thigh only fueled his impatience.

"Fuck," Jaime breathed, his eyes widening at the sight of how big the man was. "I mean, I've seen you in the shower before, but never hard. It’s as impressive as the rest of you, dad.." Jaime was no small guy himself, his seven-inch cock was the biggest among his friends. It was just like his father to show him off, but for the first time in his life, he didn’t care.

Wasting no time, Jaime eagerly knelt on the bed in front of his old man. He gave him a hungry kiss before leaving a trail of kisses down his neck, chest, and abs, until he reached his destination. He pressed kisses against his dad’s trimmed pubes and licked the length of his shaft until he reached the head. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive area and looked up at him before wrapping his lips tightly around his father’s cock and slowly taking him in, inch by inch.

Ben could feel Jaime's cock bulging through his boxers, rutting against Ben's abdomen with nothing but a thin bit of fabric separating them. "I-" he thought for a second, "there were a couple guys in college, but uh, you sure Jaime?" Ben asked, taking just a second to clarify, "Because I've been thinking about fucking you for months, but I ain't small." That was a truth that would be hard for Jaime to wrap his mouth around, let alone what Ben could only imagine had to be a tight ass. Ben sat up at height, looking down at his boy's flushed skin and parted lips. His fingers slipped under the waistband of his boxers and pulled his hefty cock out enough so that it could bounce against his son's waist. "Why don't you show your daddy how bad you want it?"

Sam RSVP’d no to his sister’s wedding two months ago. And now, he was back in his old home with packed bags. He was a third-year associate at one of the biggest firms in Chicago when he said no to the wedding. He was unemployed now, but no one had to know of his failures on the weekend his sister would take the next step in her perfect life.

He told his family he had a change of heart when he arrived. He expected a warmer welcome, but the confusion faded when he opened the door to his childhood bedroom to find a familiar face. “Ah.” He said, “It all makes sense now.” His family loved Dimitri, probably more than they loved him. They were heartbroken when he dumped the guy. “In their defense, they didn’t know I was coming.” He explained, in case his ex thought this was one big scheme to get them back together. “I booked a flight last minute."

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Jaime froze for a brief moment and opened his mouth to apologize. He should not have kissed his father’s neck like that. He couldn’t help himself, he thought of an excuse but his panic was interrupted by the older male’s pleading words. His father was not reprimanding him, he wanted him too. “I'll stay.” He said quietly before their lips touched. His hands gripped his old man’s waist tightly as he deepened the kiss, his cock bulging under his boxers as he made out with his dad. “Fuck” he whimpered. “Sorry.” He added between kisses, out of habit. He pulled away from the kiss to gaze into his eyes, to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. “Have you ever been with a guy, dad?” He asked, “I want you to fuck me. Is that okay?” It wasn't okay, and he knew it, but he still wanted it.

"Its been just us two for a long time, Jaime. I'm not ready to drop that down to one." Ben lifted his arm and welcomed the other in closer as the warmth of his son's body pressed against him. If he hadn't been in trouble before then this had to be worse, he could feel the blood rushing to his cock and idly groaned as Jaime's lips started to move against his neck. What the fuck was even happening? "Tom. Right. Yeah." Ben cleared his throat, mind suddenly going blank as the gears in his head started to turn: Jaime was in his bed, their nearly bare bodies pressed against each other, and now Jaime was kissing him. One, swift move and Jaime was beneath him, pinned between the mass of muscle and the soft bed underneath. Ben hesitated, his lips hovered over the other as a hand moved along Jaime's thigh, lifting the other's leg a bit as he did. "Then stay." Ben said instead, his knee pushed Jaime's legs apart, "Don't go. Stay with me." He brought his mouth down without waiting for an answer, covering Jaime's lips with his own as his swollen cock stretched the fabric of his boxes and pressed between Jaime's thighs.

Jaime couldn’t help but smile with relief. He also dreaded moving out and not being a part of his father’s life anymore. “Really?” He was slightly bewildered. “I thought you couldn’t wait to have the house all to yourself.” His clothes smelled of weed and he was quick to discard them to a corner of the room and slipped into bed in his boxers. He laid on his side, facing his father, tangled their legs and moved as close as physically possible to him. “You know Tom, scrawny little nerd guy that comes over to game with me sometimes.” He shrugged it off. “If I’m being honest, I have more fun being home and hanging out with you. I just don’t want to be the weirdo that spends every Saturday night with his dad, you know?” He moved closer and snuck his face against the crook of his dad’s neck, taking in his scent. He was feeling needy. “I love you, dad. I don’t want to leave you.” He murmured, overcome with love, he started to press soft kisses against hot flesh.

A chill ran up his spin as Jaime squeezed his arms again, the other's touch doing more to him than he thought he could ever say out loud. What would the other thing? What would he say? "Weird? Jaime you're welcome in my bed any time," Ben sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, "I keep thinking about how you're gonna be out of the house soon. How sad is it that your old man isn't gonna know what to do with himself without you?" The laugh that followed was short and tight before he ruffled Jaime's hair and moved towards the master bedroom as his hand rattled at his belt. "Anytime you want to spend together," Ben kicked off his jeans as he crawled into bed and lifted the covers for Jaime to join, "I'm down for. Now c'mon, cuddle up. Tell me more about these friends of yours, anyone I know?"

Jaime rolled his eyes when his father claimed he was too good for those men. It was flattering, and he hated that he believed him. It only made his life harder. No one would ever quite measure up to the man in front of him. There was a weird tension in the air, something charged and new. He gulped and willed himself to step away and go to his bedroom, but he didn’t move a muscle from where he stood. “No– I mean, yes, but I was thinking,” he squeezed the muscles under his touch a little “Can I sleep with you tonight? I don’t want to leave you.” It was an odd feeling of longing. He didn’t want to be away from his father, suddenly. “We can cuddle, like when I was little. If you don’t think it’s weird.” He licked his lips, gazing into his father’s eyes to gauge a reaction. He didn’t want to weird him out.

"That's my number one fan." His grin spread as he listened to the other talk about his night, Ben didn't love that Jaime was smoking weed but he was an adult and could make his own choice. "You're too good for them anyway," Ben noted as he looked down at the other, arms subtly flexing as Jaime's hands moved across them. Boundaries were already being crossed but it had been just them for so long, so what did Ben care? His throat was dry as Jaime breathed into the space between them, the faint scent of the night washing from the boy's lungs. "I'm just glad you got home safe," Ben would spare Jaime the lecture and instead found his hand settling against the side of his son's head, fingers threading through soft hair as he brushed the rough pad of his thumb against the other's forehead. Ben swallowed, feeling blood rush south. "You probably want to get ready for bed, huh?"

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"Text me the date. I'll add it to my calendar.” Jaime noted. He was not into fitness himself, but he still made an effort to be there for his dad at every competition. He smiled softly, relieved that his father didn’t seem to be angry with him. “What? No, of course not. Never.” He held his father by his biceps and gave them a reassuring squeeze. “I just thought you were gonna lecture me for staying out late, then I remembered I’m not a kid anymore, so you technically can’t.” He teased. He rubbed his father’s arms and didn’t pull away, he enjoyed touching his muscles. “I didn’t do anything too dumb. I just smoked weed with some guys in a bedroom, but then they started making out and I left. They were too skinny for me. I blame you, you raised the bar too high.”

"I have another contest in the Summer," Ben explained as he flexed for his son while Jaime appraised him. "But hey- hey, what's the rush. Go to a couple parties and suddenly you're too cool to shoot the shit with your old man?" Ben stood over his son who was his mother in every way that mattered, petite, toned, and those damn eyes. "Did you have fun, huh?" Ben playfully clipped his son's chin as he asked, "Do anything dumb?" Twenty questions came with the territory but he was a bit buzzed himself and it felt like Jaime was just going to be gone soon. Done with college, out of the house, and then how often would they see each other? Times like this didn't last forever.

Jaime cursed himself under his breath as he was caught. He hoped he could have tip-toed to his bedroom without a lecture. “Coming.” He said with a sigh. He gave his half-naked dad a once over, it was like living with Hercules. His insecurities had been resolved in therapy years ago, so now, he only admired his dad’s hard work and discipline. “You look good, dad. Are you bulking right now?” He asked nonchalantly, trying to get the heat off him. “Your pecs look bigger." He playfully punched his dad on his left pec, and shrugged. "My phone died. Sorry. I'll buy one of those charging cases next time. Can I go to sleep now? I'm beat."

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There'd been a party and now here Ben was, waiting for his kid to get home or at least call him and ask him for a ride. Nothing came, and when Ben called, the phone had gone straight to voicemail. Things like this were enough to drive any father into a rage, but if he went down there and flew off the handle then he'd never heard the end of it from Jaime. His mammoth father throwing around a bunch of college kids because his son hadn't picked up the phone.

"The fuck happened to your phone?" Ben called out from the washroom as he finished brushing his teeth and spat in the sink. "Hey - I'm talking to you. Get that ass in here."

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