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I braced myself against the cool, tiled wall, my t-shirt pulled over my head, my shorts down around my ankles, as the eighth guy that day railed my ass from behind. Or was he the ninth? I often lost count when taking a line of cock.

What the fuck was wrong with me? I had a hot boyfriend. We lived together. We loved each other. And yet I couldn’t stop myself from giving up my ass to countless strangers.

It started a few months ago. I had heard stories about the gas station out on the truck route. It’s a small town. People talk. But random sex had never been my thing. I loved my boyfriend Charlie, and his big dick had kept me satisfied. But when I stopped at that infamous gas station to fill my tank one afternoon, everything went to hell.

A cute guy with a big bulge at the adjacent pump started flirting with me as he gassed up his F-150. He kept adjusting his package, his hard cock straining against the zipper of his Levi’s. Bashfully, I kept looking away until he propositioned me.

“You want some dick?” he offered brazenly, scratching at his scruffy chin.

“Yeah,” I nodded with my eyes on his crotch, powerless to resist. “In your truck?”

“No. In the men’s room,” the cute guy replied, gesturing inside the convenience store.

“But what about the owner?” I asked, my eyes looking through the storefront window at a burly man at the counter, his muscular arms covered in tats.

“Tony?” the cute guy laughed. “He don’t give a shit if guys fuck in the men’s room. Hell, he’s been known to slip back there and drop a load in an eager cunt when he’s horny.”

Two minutes later, my pants around my ankles, I was pushed up against the tiled wall of the men’s room as the cute guy spit on his thick eight-incher. “Fuuuck,” he exhaled, pushing into me. “You’ve got a sweet pussy on you.”

“Yeah—fuck me,” I begged, channeling just about every dirty porn film I’d ever watched. “Fuck me with that big dick.”

“You come here a lot?” the cute guy asked, his hands on my shoulders, his balls slapping my ass with each thrust. “Because I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

“First time,” I winced, his veiny shaft stretching my hole to the max.

“Damn, boy,” he smacked my ass. “You need to start coming here regularly, because I could make a habit outta breeding this tight cunt.”

And within two minutes, he did just that—bred me like a bitch, his cock erupting in my depths, flooding my guts with his seed. I reveled at the feeling of his warm cum inside me, imagining it mixing with the load my boyfriend had dumped in me before work that morning.

“That was fuckin’ hot,” the cute guy growled, extracting his cock from me, slapping my ass once more. But before he had even stuffed his wet cock back into his tight jeans, a bearded guy with hairy arms entered the men’s room.

“Fuck yeah,” the bearded guy bellowed, unzipping his pants and releasing a cock the size of my arm with a massive helmet head. “I was hoping there’s be a cumdump in here today. I’ve got a big load for you, boy.”

With my face mashed against the tile wall, the bearded guy ravaged my hole for a good ten minutes before pumping me full of his warm seed. Before he finished, a small crowd of guys had gathered in the men’s room, watching eagerly as they jockeyed to be the next to breed me.

I exited the men’s room two hours later with fourteen loads up my ass. Disgusted with myself that night, I vowed I would never go back to that gas station again. Doing so would completely jeopardize my relationship with Charlie. He would never understand.

Yet I was unable to ignore the fact that I was addicted to cock, obsessed with taking more and more random loads. And so I found myself back at the gas station the next day, once again offering up my ass to any guy who walked in the door. Taking cock in that men’s room became a daily habit, a ritual that took precedence in my life. I was a junkie, and cum was my fix.

A week ago, I came home from the gas station with ten loads up my ass—a slow day for me. Charlie hugged me when I walked in the door, pulling me in for a kiss. It was in such moments that guilt consumed me. I was a terrible boyfriend. Charlie deserved better.

“Hey—uh—this is a bit awkward, but I need to ask you something,” Charlie announced as our lips parted.

“Okay—sure,” I agreed hesitantly.

“My buddy Dale from work said he went to take a piss at that gas station out on the truck route yesterday,” Charlie began, “and he saw you taking a line of cock in the men’s room. Is that true?”

“I—I can explain,” I began to stammer.

“Babe,” Charlie interrupted, pulling me in for another hug. “It’s okay. I know how much you love getting fucked. And I think it’s kinda hot that you like to be a cumdump for all those guys.”

“You’re—you’re not gonna break up with me?” I asked in disbelief.

“Of course not,” Charlie replied, his hand traveling down the back of my pants, his finger sliding easily into my used, cummy hole. “How many loads did you take today?”

“Ten loads,” I replied truthfully.

“How about we make it eleven?” Charlie smiled, pulling down my pants and preparing to mount me up against the kitchen counter. “And after I’ve dumped my load in you, we can go back to the gas station and I can watch as a few more guys breed your sloppy hole.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

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“Mark?” I gasped upon coming home from work and finding my husband’s brother in our bed. He was completely naked, the sheet barely covering his cock, his hairy bod on full display. “How’d you get in here?” I demanded.

“I used the spare key Ted gave me when you guys bought the house,” Mark smiled, propping his arms behind his head.

“But why are you in our bed?” I demanded. “And why are you naked?”

“I had lunch with Ted today and told him how Wendy hasn’t been putting out for me lately,” Mark explained. “Ted said that I was welcome to dump a load in you—that you love to get fucked, and he loves to be cucked.”

It was true. One of the things I cherished about my marriage with Ted was that he was confident enough to share my ass with other men. Sometimes he liked to watch as another man used me, but mostly Ted wanted me to take cock on my own and then share the sordid details with him afterward. Ted then loved to fuck my sloppy hole, thinking of the man who had just seeded me.

And so it didn’t seem all that odd to me that Ted had offered up my ass to his brother. Truth be told, I had always been attracted to Mark and loved the idea of getting fucked by him—the straight version of my husband.

“Okay,” I agreed, stripping out of my clothes. “If Ted is cool with this, I’m certainly game. How do you want me? On all fours or bent over the side of the bed?”

“I want you to ride me,” Mark answered, pulling off the sheet, unleashing his big cock. “Wendy doesn’t like this position. She only ever wants to fuck missionary so she can just lie there while I do all the work.”

Christ, he was hung—bigger than Ted. Mark appeared to be packing a full nine inches with a shaft as thick as my wrist. I was going to love this ride. Grabbing a bottle of lube from the bed table, I quickly prepped my hole with two fingers and then promptly sat on Mark’s big dick, taking him balls deep like a champ.

“HOLY FUCK,” Mark growled. “I’ve never been taken to the balls. This is fuckin’ amazing.”

“We’re just getting started,” I winked, wrapping my arms around his neck as I bounced up and down on Mark’s big cock—a happy boy riding a pogo stick on Christmas morning. I was grinding on him hard, his hairy balls slapping my ass with each thrust. Mark’s massive cock felt incredible inside me.

“Damn, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” Mark marveled as I rode him like a thoroughbred. “If you don’t slow up—I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”

I tried to hit the breaks. Really, I did. I didn’t want the ride to end so fast. But it was too late. Mark was past the point of no return.

“FUCK,” Mark grunted, flooding my guts with his warm seed. I gripped him around the neck tighter as I reveled in his throbbing release inside of me.

“I’d better get home before Wendy gets suspicious,” Mark announced abruptly, pushing me off his cock once his balls were emptied. “And please don’t breathe a word of this to my brother.”

“What?!” I demanded, rolling over onto the bed, Mark’s pearly load dripping from my wrecked hole. “You said that Ted gave you permission to fuck my ass.”

“Yeah, well, I lied,” Mark confessed with a shrug as he reached for his balled up clothes on the floor. “I just really needed to get laid, and I knew this scenario was my best chance. I’m sorry. I know I’m a sack of shit.”

Ted got home from the office not long after his brother had left the house, Mark’s load still swimming in my deep recesses. “How was your day?” I asked as Ted greeted me with a kiss on the lips, hoping I didn’t taste and smell like raw sex.

“My day was a bit odd,” Ted shared. “I had lunch with my brother Mark and he—get this—wanted to know if I’d be cool with letting him fuck you. It seems Wendy isn’t meeting his needs.”

“Oh?” I responded naively. “And what did you say?”

“I told Mark that there was no fucking way I was gonna let my brother fuck my husband,” Ted reported. “I mean, that’s just fucked up.”

“Right,” I agreed, wrapping my arms around Ted while trying to ignore the feeling of Mark’s wet load escaping slowly from my used hole. “Getting fucked by your brother would be totally wrong—and I would never agree to it.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

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Mr. DiCaprio approached me in the locker room, a flimsy towel around his waist, as I stripped out of my sweat-soaked gym clothes.

“Mikey,” he greeted in his booming voice. “I heard you were home from college. You remember me? I used to work with your dad.”

“Sure, I remember you, Mr. DiCaprio—”

“Call me Frank,” he interrupted, glancing down at my exposed cock. “You’re a man now.”

“Okay—Frank,” I smiled.

“You liking school?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

“You gettin’ a lot of pussy?” he whispered, leaning into my ear, his hairy pecs pressed up against me.

“Oh—uh—not really,” I laughed awkwardly. “It’s not always easy to score. Just about all the girls at my school already have boyfriends.”

“I hear you,” Frank nodded. “Between you and me, I used to stick my dick in anything with a pulse when I was your age.”

“Oh—wow,” I chuckled nervously at his admission, not ignorant to what he was suggesting. “I’m not really sure I could—”

“You wanna fuck my ass?” Frank interrupted, glancing down at my cock once more. “I’m really good at taking a big dick like yours.”

“Jesus.” I gasped. “I thought you were married.”

“I am,” he acknowledged. “But Alice doesn’t have a dick. And some days, I just want me some dick. So you wanna fuck my ass?”

“I—I don’t know,” I stammered. “I’ve never fucked a guy before.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” Frank winked. “I’ve got a tight cunt. And I’ll let you cum up my ass.”

There was a time when I would have been repulsed by the idea of fucking a dude, but that time had passed. The reality was that I hadn’t seen pussy in months. Not getting laid can really fuck with a guy’s head. Tired of rubbing out countless solo loads to porn on my phone, I was definitely amenable to sticking my dick in anything with a pulse, as Frank put it so eloquently.

“Okay,” I agreed. “I’ll fuck your ass. Where do you want to do this?”

“Meet me in the sauna in two minutes,” Frank instructed, grabbing a small bottle of lube from his locker. “It’s always dead in there at this time of day.”

Following orders, I took a quick rinse in the gym showers and then made my way to the sauna, my cock hardening with each step in eager anticipation of dumping a load in this guy. Frank was bent over a sauna bench when I entered, his meaty ass presented to me, his hairy hole slathered in lube.

“Slide that big dick in me,” he commanded, his puckered hole pulsing expectantly. “I’m prepped and ready.”

“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, pushing my nine-incher into his warm, wet depths, sliding into him balls deep with ease. “Your hole feels so fucking good.”

“I knew you’d love my cunt,” Frank growled, grinding his ass into me. “Fuckin’ own this hole. Make it yours.”

“Yes, sir,” I agreed, grabbing him by the hips, pounding him harder.

“That’s it. Fuckin’ give it to me,” he moaned, reaching under himself and cupping my balls and then feeling my shaft as it slid in and out of his tight hole. “God, I love a big dick.”

And my big dick was loving his cunt. I was delivering a pornstar performance, fucking him in a way that I never could with a girl. With my balls mashed against his wet hole, I reveled in the novel experience of going balls deep, which I could never manage when fucking pussy.

“You gonna breed me?” Frank demanded, contracting his sphincter around the base of my cock, driving me wild. “You gonna cum up my ass?”

“Yeah,” I agreed, jackhammering him harder, the cum rising quickly in my engorged shaft. “Get ready for it.”

“That’s it. Fuckin’ seed me,” he begged.

As if on cue, my cock exploded in his depths as I grunted out spurt after spurt of pent-up tension. My body quaked as I flooded his guts, his sphincter gripping my cock, pulling me into him.

“Jesus, that was good,” he exhaled, releasing me as my dick stopped throbbing inside him. “That big dick was just what I needed.”

“Thanks,” I grinned, pulling out of him, my pearly load pooling in the gaping hole I had left behind. “I—uh—I better hit the showers,” I announced, staring down at my spent cock.

“You be sure to tell your dad I said hello,” Frank advised. But before I could respond, a muscled guy covered in tatts entered the sauna, his eyes immediately on Frank and his available cunt.

“Fuck yeah,” the tatted guy growled, undoing his towel and mounting Frank with his thick cock. “I love a sloppy hole.”

I took my leave as the tatted guy used Frank’s ass. After a quick shower, I dressed and made my way home. Dad was sitting on the front porch reading the newspaper when I arrived.

“How was the gym?” asked Dad, his eyes peering at me over the top of the paper.

“Good,” I smiled. “I ran into Frank—I mean, Mr. DiCaprio in the locker room.”

“Oh yeah?” Dad gave a twisted smile. “I heard that Frank has turned into a bit of a gym slut, taking cock in the sauna all day long.”

“Yeah,” I laughed bashfully. “You’ve probably heard right.”

“You think Frank is still there?” Dad asked, glancing at his watch. “I—uh—I need to speak to him.”

“Umm—probably,” I answered. “But isn’t Mom gonna have dinner ready soon?”

“Tell your mother to keep dinner warm in the oven until I’m back from the gym,” Dad instructed, putting down the paper, his pants tenting. “I won’t last long—I mean, I won’t be long.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

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“You Kevin?” asked the hot-as-fuck Uber driver, sporting a plaid shirt and a ball cap, as I slid into the backseat of his car.

“Uh huh,” I confirmed. “You’re Trent?”

“Yup,” he winked, giving me an instant boner. “Shows here you’re goin’ to the—uh—Lucky Rabbit Adult Arcade out on 301 by the airport.”

“Uh—yeah—the Lucky Rabbit,” I cringed, having to admit to this hot stud that I needed his Uber to deliver me to anonymous sex.

“What’s an adult arcade?” Trent asked, engaging his blinker to merge into traffic. “Like a video game store for grownups?”

“Umm—no, not exactly,” I replied. “You do have to be 18, but you don’t go there to play video games. You go there to watch porn in these, like, little individual booths they’ve got.”

“Porn?” he queried, his eyebrows raised.

“Yeah—porn,” I repeated.

“I don’t mean to state the obvious,” he laughed, changing lanes rapidly to avoid a bus in the right lane, “but you don’t need an arcade to watch porn. You can do it on your phone, just about anywhere you want.”

“Yeah—I know,” I agreed. “But I’m not really going there to watch porn. I go there for other stuff.”

“Other stuff?”

“Yeah.”

“Such as—?”

“Uh—I go there to suck dick,” I replied, seeing no point in beating around the bush. “And sometimes I get my ass fucked there.”

“The fuck?” he gasped. “So you’re, like, some kinda gay whore—a male prostitute?”

“Jesus, no,” I insisted. “I don’t—I’m not a whore. I don’t get paid. I do it for free.”

“So lemme get this straight,” Trent stated, making a left onto 301, “you suck off guys and let them fuck you in the little booths?”

“Well, yeah,” I confirmed. “But some guys actually prefer to use a glory hole.”

“A glory hole? What the fuck is—”

“It’s a hole drilled into the wall between the booths,” I interrupted. “It’s just big enough for a guy to stuff his junk through it.”

“And you suck him through the hole?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Some guys like the feeling of anonymity—of not knowing who is on the other side sucking him off. Or maybe the guy needs to delude himself into thinking there’s some hot bitch blowing him through the wall.”

“That’s a bit fucked up,” Trent laughed to himself.

“Well—sex is a bit fucked up,” I opined. “That’s what makes it fun.”

Trent was then quiet, reflecting on our rather odd conversation as he drove me the rest of the way to the Lucky Rabbit. I had probably scarred this simple, country boy for life.

“Well—here we are,” Trent announced moments later as we pulled into the Lucky Rabbit, the parking lot jammed with cars.

“You wanna come in with me?” I ventured. “Maybe check out the place?”

“Nah,” Trent refused. “I’m not gay.”

“Dude,” I laughed. “Half the guys in there aren’t gay. They’re just straight guys looking for an easy way to get their rocks off.”

“Yeah, well, that ain’t for me,” Trent shook his head.

“Suit yourself,” I said, handing him a ten-dollar bill as I climbed out of his car.

“No,” he tried to refuse. “You’re supposed to tip me through the app.”

“I will,” I agreed. “But the ten bucks isn’t your tip. It’s the entry fee for the arcade, if you change your mind.”

I shut the door to his car and waved goodbye to Trent knowing I’d probably never see him again. Handing ten bucks to the clerk, I made my way inside the darkened arcade, the sounds of fucking—both recorded and live—echoing through the place.

Sliding into a booth, I was instantly rewarded when a thick, hairy cock came through the glory hole. “Fuuuck,” the guy moaned through the wall as I sucked him ravenously until he nutted down my eager throat.

“You’ve gotta hot mouth,” the guy whispered through the glory hole while zipping up his fly. I noticed a wedding band as I peeked back through the hole at him.

As soon as the married guy departed the adjacent booth, another guy slipped inside, sporting a familiar plaid shirt. “Trent?” I whispered through the hole.

“Yup,” he answered, bending over, his eye searching for me through the glory hole. “Is that you in there, Kevin?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed eagerly. “Why don’t you come into this booth with me?”

Trent agreed and quickly joined me inside the booth, our bodies pressed together in a room no bigger than a broom closet.

“I see you changed your mind,” I teased with a smile, wanting to pinch myself in disbelief.

“Yeah,” he acknowledged sheepishly. “I haven’t had my dick sucked in over six months. Who am I to pretend I’m better than this?”

“So you’re gonna let me suck you?” I asked, my hands undoing his jeans.

“Have at it,” he taunted, resting his back against the wall of the booth as I unleashed his cock, a hard eight-incher smacking me in the face.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Trent exhaled as I took him down my throat, mashing his balls against my chin.

“How the fuck can you do that?” he marveled. “I’ve never been deep throated like that.”

“Lots of practice,” I winked as I sucked his full balls, churning his seed before returning to his cock.

“Yeah, suck my dick,” Trent commanded, his meaty hands resting atop my head. “Suck my big, fuckin’ dick.”

I went straight to work, sucking his cock, licking his veiny shaft, and teasing his hairy balls with my hand along the way. I picked up my pace, sliding my hands up under his shirt, massaging his hairy chest as I devoured his cock. Trent’s breathing began to intensify, his balls slapping my chin. I could tell he was about to bust.

“FUCK,” he grunted, a blast of cum hitting my tonsils, his warm, salty load hurling down my throat. “SHIT . . . DAMN,” he continued as his cock throbbed, his balls emptying.

“Damn, that was a big load,” I gasped, finally surfacing for air before licking his cock clean.

“Yeah, I guess you could say I needed that,” Trent laughed, stuffing his wet cock back into his jeans. “That was fucking amazing.”

“Glad you liked it,” I smiled, standing up again. “You heading out now?”

“Yeah, I oughta go,” Trent nodded. “You leaving, too?”

“Not yet,” I replied. “I’m gonna stay. Maybe get my ass fucked. Unless you might want to give my tight hole a try?”

“No. I don’t—” he stopped himself. “I mean, I do want to fuck you, but not here. This place creeps me out. You wanna come back to my place? Give up that tight ass to me on my big, comfy bed?”

“Definitely,” I agreed. “But I might need a ride.”

“I think that can be arranged,” Trent grinned, grabbing me by the hand and dragging me out of the Lucky Rabbit to his awaiting Uber, my eager hole throbbing with each step.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

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“Would you rub my feet, big guy?” Uncle Bruce asked, his hairy legs stretched towards me in the sudsy bath tub.

“Uh—okay,” I agreed hesitantly, never realizing his next request would have me walking funny for days.

Ever since I was a kid, it had been a favorite summer ritual to spend a few weeks at my Aunt Loretta’s house. Her husband Bruce largely ignored me, not knowing what to do with a somewhat effeminate boy who had no place in the über-male world he occupied. And to be fair, the only interest I had in Bruce was the massive bulge between his legs.

But things changed the summer I turned eighteen. Uncle Bruce was suddenly, and perhaps predatorily, affectionate towards me. He started calling me “big guy.” He would tell me dirty jokes about loose women and would then muss up my hair playfully while I laughed obligingly. He would also come up behind me at the breakfast table and give me a quick back rub, his hands grazing the top of my ass while working my lower back.

And then came the night when he barged into the bathroom while I took a bath, quickly closing the door behind him. With my body barely covered by a foamy inch of water, Bruce eyed me up and down—a wolf about to devour his prey.

“Mind if I join you, big guy?” he asked, pulling off his shirt and stripping off his shorts, his hairy cock flopped against his muscular thigh. “I could really use a soak.”

“W—where’s Aunt Loretta?” I stammered, my eyes fixated on his hairy body.

“Passed out in bed,” he winked. “She’s like the sleeping dead after four glasses of Merlot and an Ambien.”

Breaking the ice, he asked me to rub his feet. I nervously complied, unable to believe that I was sharing a bath with Bruce. Was he into me? Would he want to fuck me? The answers to those questions came quickly.

“You seem tense, big guy,” Bruce observed as I worked on his feet.

“I’m—I’m okay,” I answered, massaging his soles while he writhed in pleasure, his cock growing to a rigid eight inches between his hairy legs.

“No. You’re tense,” he insisted. “Turn around. Let me do your back for you.”

Following orders, I propped myself up and leaned over the back of the tub, my back (and ass) presented to Bruce. On his knees behind me, the water sloshing about, he went straight to work, his hands digging into my shoulders.

“How’s this feel, big guy?” Bruce asked while working his magic down my spine, his strong hands kneading my muscles, driving me wild.

“Awesome,” I exhaled, melting to his touch.

“And how ‘bout this?” he prompted, the tip of his hard cock suddenly pressed against my virgin hole. “Does this feel good?”

“Uh huh,” I nodded.

“You want this cock inside you, big guy?” he whispered in my ear, his beard scratching my cheek as he pressed his body into me. “You want this big cock up your ass?”

“Yes,” I pleaded, years of pent-up desire for him releasing. “Fucking give it to me.”

Given the green light, Bruce wasted no time. With his hands digging into my shoulders for purchase, Bruce shoved his big dick up my ass. No lube. No spit. Just some soapy suds coating his thick shaft.

“FUCK,” I screamed, my hole ripped apart as he plunged into my uncharted depths.

“Shhh,” he hissed in my ear, silencing me with his hand across my mouth. “Keep it down.”

I nodded solemnly as he released his hand, returning his attention to destroying my hole. I had always imagined my first time would be different. Maybe a boyfriend. Definitely a bed. The sex would be painless—hours of bliss. Instead, I got my hairy Uncle Bruce, in a bath tub, my hole on fire as he delivered a quick pump and dump with his huge cock. But, honestly, it felt fucking amazing.

“Get ready for it,” Bruce announced after barely three minutes of thrusting deep inside me, the bath water sloshing out of the tub.

“Yeah, breed me,” I begged, like every bottom I’d ever seen in the free porn on my phone.

“FUCK . . . SHIT,” Bruce grunted, releasing his seed in my hole, a deluge of warmth in my depths. I could feel his cock throbbing within me. He pulled out as soon as it stopped.

“Damn, I needed that,” he exhaled as he rose from the tub, a drop of pearly cum dangling from the tip of his cock before cannonballing into the soapy bath water.

“That was hot as fu—” I began, turning myself over in the tub before Bruce interrupted me.

“Clean yourself up,” he barked, throwing a towel at me. “I want to find you ass up on your bed in five minutes for round two. This fuckin’ bath tub is a nightmare on my knees.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

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“You planning on fucking Gina tonight?” I asked my roommate Jeff as he brushed his teeth at the sink, freshly showered with a bath towel barely clinging to his muscular, hairy body.

“That was my plan,” he spat through his foamy mouth. “But the bitch isn’t responding to my texts.”

“You wanna fuck my ass again like the other night?” I offered as Jeff rinsed his mouth under the tap. “Dump another load in me?”

“Dude,” he paused while removing his towel and patting his mouth dry, his hairy cock flopped against his thigh. “I can’t keep fucking you. It was supposed to be a one-time thing. I was drunk. I needed to dump a load. End of story.”

“Then why is your cock suddenly hard?” I observed, his shaft expanding against the sink, his cock head swelling to twice it’s normal size. “Seems to me you could use an easy hole right now.”

“Just shut up and get on my fucking bed,” he ordered, giving up the fight. “I’m gonna mouthwash and then I’ll be right in.”

As Jeff gargled a mouthful of Scope in the bathroom, I stripped down and scavenged for the lube in his bedside table, greasing my hole liberally before positioning himself on all fours atop his bed. My ass was ready for his use and pleasure.

“Nah, not doggy,” he objected, walking into the room, his hard eight-incher leading the way. “Roll over on your back. I want to fuck you missionary this time.”

I eagerly conceded, flipping over and pulling my legs up to my chest, presenting my eager hole to him. Jeff climbed on the bed, positioned himself between my legs, his fist gripping his hard cock, and then mounted me.

“FUCK,” I screamed, his thick shaft ripping my hole in two. I’d had cocks longer than Jeff’s, but never as thick, and I reveled in his incomparable girth.

“Christ, I love your cunt,” he exhaled, pushing his weight upon me as his cock routed my depths. “No bitch as ever been able to take my cock like you can.”

What he should have said is that no bitch can take his ruthless pounding. Jeff was a total fuck machine. True to form, he began to tear into my quivering hole. With his weight upon me, his body pinning me to the bed, I opened my legs wider and gave into his assault, loving every minute.

And then it happened, something I never expected. As his cock continued to pound relentlessly inside my void, he brought his lips to mine and kissed me. Our coupling was supposed to be just sex—fucking and nothing more. His kiss changed the game. And the icing on the cake was that Jeff proved to be an amazing kisser. With his tongue darting in my mouth, his cock buried in my depths, and his arms enfolding me, I felt consumed in a way I had never felt before.

“Mmm. You taste good,” Jeff marveled, our lips finally parting.

“And you … taste like Scope,” I laughed, still in disbelief.

“Could be worse,” he joked along with me, his lips meeting mine again.

We continued that way, lips locked, bodies joined as one, for what felt like an eternity. I wasn’t sure if I was even breathing, as it was like Jeff was breathing for the two of us, our lips joined as he ravaged me from within. But then our lips parted as his breathing intensified. I knew he was close. I willed my legs to open wider, taking him as deep as possible as his cock began to swell and throb within me.

“SHIT,” he gasped, his body melting into mine as a flood of warmth consumed me from within. Spurt after spurt of his load filled my void, drenching my guts with his seed.

He kissed me once more, deeply, extravagantly, before pulling out of me and rolling over next to me on the bed. I reached down to stem the flood of his cum that was escaping my wrecked hole, wanting to keep his seed inside me.

Jeff wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his muscular body. My head was resting peacefully upon his hairy chest, when a shrill beep emanated from his phone on the bedside table.

“It’s Gina,” he announced, grabbing his phone and reading a text. “She was out with some friends, but said I can come by now, if I’m still down to fuck.”

“I’ll let you get dressed,” I responded, pushing myself off the bed and reaching for my clothes as he tapped out a quick reply to Gina. “You don’t want to keep her waiting.”

“Not so fast,” Jeff stopped me, pulling me back onto the bed as he pushed my legs open once more, his hard cock sliding back into my used hole. “I’m not going to Gina’s. I’ve got what I need right here with you.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

antoinepaul

twisted-talez

The father of the bride was sitting alone in a secluded corner of the hotel bar, a cigar in one hand and a tumbler of scotch in the other, his tie balled up at his feet. The wedding reception raged raucously in the adjacent ballroom. Jesus, he looked hot—and in need of some company.

“Congrats,” I offered as I approached him, a bottle of Miller Lite in hand. “Hillary looked so beautiful. She and Todd are going to have a happy life together.”

“Todd’s a schmuck,” he exhaled in a cloud of smoke. “I give them six months. This wedding is nothing but two-hundred-thousand dollars of my money down the crapper.”

“I’m—I’m sorry you feel that way,” I began to stammer before he interrupted me.

“Who the hell are you?” he demanded, eyeing me up and down. “One of Todd’s douchebag golfing buddies?”

“No. I’m Mike—Mike Cooper,” I introduced myself. “My husband Peter went to college with Hillary.”

“Wait . . . Peter is your husband?” he asked, confused. “Oh, I get it. You’re a couple of f—”

“Gays. We’re gay,” I interrupted before he could embarrass us both with the other word.

“Sorry. Hillary never told me Peter is gay,” he apologized oddly, taking a drag on his cigar. “I haven’t seen Peter in years. Where is he now?”

“Uh—Peter is in there doing the Macarena,” I gestured to the ballroom with a laugh.

“Figures,” he muttered with an exhale of smoke.

“Excuse me?” I asked indignantly.

“Nothing,” he shrugged. “So you want some dick? Is that why you came over here to talk to me? You’re hoping I might want to fuck you?”

“N-no,” I stuttered unconvincingly. “I’m—I’m married to Peter, I told you.”

“I’m married, too,” he laughed. “And I can assure you that my wife won’t be spreading her legs for me tonight. So do you want my cock?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “I’m just a bit shocked that you’re offering. I thought I’d flirt with you a bit, and then you’d tell me to fuck off. I didn’t think you’d actually be the type to fuck guys.”

“Let me put it this way,” he paused for another drag on his cigar, “when I’m horny as fuck, I’ll stick my dick in just about anything. And I’m horny as fuck right now.”

“I’ve got a room upstairs—856,” I offered quickly before I could regret cheating on Peter. My husband wasn’t the type to care if I sucked off some hung jock at the gym, but taking cock at a wedding was a whole different ballgame.

“I’m gonna finish this drink,” the father of the bride announced, swirling his scotch in its glass. “And when I come upstairs, I want to find the door unlocked with you ass up on the bed waiting for me in the dark. Comprende?”

Ten minutes later, I was on my hotel bed as he instructed, my ass lubed up and ready. My stomach lurched as the door creaked open and a silhouetted figure entered the darkened room. Terrified that it could be my husband, I was relieved when the aroma of scotch and cigars filled the room.

I could hear the father of the bride unzipping his pants as he staggered toward the bed. His meaty hands were suddenly at my hips as he dragged me closer to the edge of the bed. His cock was soon pressed against me, hardening as he slid it up and down my ass crack. I reached back to guide him into me, but he slapped my hand away. With his hands moving to my shoulders, digging into me, his bulbous cock head found the puckered folds of my wet cunt and—WHAM—he was inside me.

“FUCK,” I screamed as he tore my hole in two. I’d had enough dick in my life to know this guy was hung like fuck. “You’re so fucking big!”

“Shut the fuck up,” he scolded. “I don’t need to hear your voice.”

Dutifully, I kept my mouth shut as he abused my ass. His massive girth was stretching my hole to the max. I needed more lube, but didn’t dare to say anything. The man was a fuck machine, pounding me at an unrelenting pace, his balls slapping against me with each thrust. Despite the initial pain, I was loving it.

Before I married Peter, I had always enjoyed being a cum dump, giving up my ass to scores of “straight” frat guys during my college days—guys who were just using me to get off. There’s a certain power in giving yourself to another to be used and dominated. And I was reveling in the way this hung man was dominating me, owning my ass with each thrust.

His hand suddenly pushed my head into the bed, thereby raising my ass to go deeper. My eyes rolled back into my head as his big dick explored depths that I had never experienced. I felt lightheaded and thought I might pass out, when I suddenly felt it—a deep throbbing in my bowels. Grunting loudly in my ear with each spurt, he dumped his massive load inside me.

Wordlessly, he pulled out of me, his warm cum gushing onto the hotel sheets from my wrecked orifice. He slapped my ass in apparent gratitude and then zipped himself up before slipping out the door.

I remained on the bed, unable to move, trying to catch my breath. I could have stayed like that for hours, reveling in post-coital bliss, if it wasn’t for the chiming of my phone on the bed table—my husband trying to find me.

“I’ve been looking all over for you,” my husband announced when I returned to the wedding reception downstairs, still a bit unsteady on my feet. “Where the fuck have you been?”

“I—uh—I went up to the room for something,” I stammered nervously, unable to make eye contact.

“Then explain to me,” my husband demanded, taking in my disheveled appearance, “why did Hillary’s dad just whisper in my ear that you have an amazing cunt?”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

ramhound

twisted-talez

“Jesus Christ. Would you two get a room?!” I joked upon returning to my dorm room and finding my roommate Josh on his bed making out with his new boyfriend Ryan.

“Uh—this is my room,” Josh retorted with a playful wink. “I’m sorry. We can go to Ryan’s room if you need to study.”

“Nah, it’s cool,” I shrugged. “I’m just glad I didn’t walk in on you two doing more than just kissing.”

“Ten minutes sooner, and you would have,” Ryan laughed, making the universal sign for a blowjob, his fist pumping his mouth with his tongue pushing out the side of one cheek.

“Damn,” I replied enviously. “You gay dudes have it made. I haven’t had head in at least six months.”

“What?!” Josh exclaimed. “Dude. You’re fucking hot. There should be a line of bitches trying to get in your pants.”

“Yeah, well, that’s not happening,” I shrugged. “The only action I get is from my right hand.”

Josh and Ryan made no response, sharing a mutually concerned look instead. A non-verbal conversation seemed to be taking place between them, culminating with Josh giving an approving nod to Ryan.

“I’ll suck your dick,” Ryan suddenly blurted, turning his head to me, his eyes traveling down to my crotch.

“W-what?” I stuttered in shock. “I don’t—I don’t think that—”

“You should let him blow you,” Josh insisted. “Ryan gives amazing head. The best I’ve ever had.”

“Not to brag,” Ryan interjected, “but I was awarded the title ‘Blow Job Queen’ amongst the camp counselors where I worked last summer.”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” I dismissed. “I’m not gay.”

“Dude. You don’t have to be gay to get a blow job from another dude,” Josh stated.

“Yeah,” Ryan concurred. “Half the guys I’ve sucked off have been straight guys who just needed to get their balls emptied. Head from another guy means no more than sharing a handshake—no big deal.”

“I just—I just don’t think I could enjoy having a guy go down on me,” I protested.

“Maybe you should tell that to your cock,” Ryan suggested, eyeing my crotch. He had aptly noted that I was rock hard, my cock straining against the flimsy material of my athletic shorts, after listening to all this talk about blow jobs.

An internal debate raged inside me. On one hand, I could seriously use some head. Jacking off in the shower every morning was fine, but nothing compared to kicking back and relaxing while having your cock milked for you. But on the other hand, I had never considered hooking up with a dude. I was straight. I liked pussy. I wasn’t gay. But could I cross that line? For some no-strings, easy head?

Yes. Yes, indeed. I most certainly could.

“Fuck it,” I acquiesced, flopping down on the edge of the bed. “You can suck me off.”

“Do you want me to leave while Ryan blows you?” Josh asked, turning towards the door.

“Nah, it’s cool,” I assured him. “You can watch for all I fucking care—since it’s no different than a handshake.”

“Spread your legs wider,” Ryan directed, dropping to his knees and pulling down my shorts. “Mmm. You are hung,” he licked his lips as he unleashed my hard cock. “Josh told me you’re big.”

“How the—?” I looked to Josh.

“Dude,” he laughed. “We share a room. I can’t help it if I catch a glimpse of your big dick when you’re getting dressed. That’s the privilege of being roommates.”

But before I could respond to Josh, Ryan took my cock down his throat in one quick gulp, mashing my balls against his chin.

“HOLY FUCK,” I cried out. “How the fuck are you doing that?”

“Haven’t you ever been deep throated?” asked Ryan, coming up for air and giving me a wink, his saliva stringing from his lips to the tip of my cock. “Bitches know shit about sucking dick. That’s why you need a gay dude to do it for you.”

I couldn’t argue with that. Straight out of the gate, Ryan was already better than any bitch who had tried to suck me off. His technique was incredible. Popping back on my cock, he worked his tongue up and down my shaft, teasing the underside of my cock head with light tongue flicks every time he passed over it. My toes curled as he traveled farther south and licked and sucked my balls, finding that ultra-sensitive spot just under my ballsack and giving it its due attention.

“Suck me,” I begged when I couldn’t stand the ball work anymore. “Suck my fucking cock.”

Dutifully, Ryan returned to sucking me. Alternating his rhythm and pace, he bobbed up and down on my cock, continuing to work my balls with his hand as he proceeded to suck me. With the intense feeling of my load rising slowly in my shaft, I tried to hold back. It was a losing battle.

“You gonna bust down his throat?” Josh demanded, seated almost next to me on the bed and rubbing his cock through his shorts while watching his boyfriend going down on me. “You gonna feed him your load?”

“Yeah,” I responded, still trying to hold back. But, Jesus, it was impossible. “Oh, FUCK,” I bellowed, staring down at Ryan as he continued to gobble on my big dick, his eyes looking up at me in supplication. “Don’t stop, dude . . . Keep going . . . I’m about to . . . FUCK . . . SHIT.”

It was the best orgasm I’d ever had. My head snapped back as my cock erupted down Ryan’s open throat. Greedily, he devoured my cum. No bitch had ever let me cum in her mouth, much less eaten my cum. The sensation of being sucked dry was overwhelming.

“Mmm. You shoot a big load,” Ryan marveled, licking his lips as he released my cock. Josh leaned towards Ryan and, instantly, they began to kiss, sharing my load between them.

“Your cum tastes pretty good, bro,” Josh remarked with a wink. “So what did you think of Ryan? Was he good?”

“He was fucking incredible,” I exhaled, stretching back on the bed, my spent cock flopped against my thigh. “The best head I’ve ever had.”

“Wait until you try his ass next,” Josh winked. “Ryan’s tight hole is fucking unreal.”

“Oh—I don’t think—” I began to protest. But who was I kidding? I had already dipped my toe in the pool. I might as well take the plunge.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

In my face

“Fuck, that’s good,” he moaned, his muscular arms propped behind his head as I leaned over and sucked his eight-incher in my car. “Christ, you know how to suck a dick.”

It was mid-afternoon on a weekday and the notoriously cruisy city park had been dead. Parked in a remote corner of the parking lot, my windows down, I had been waiting patiently for a dude—any dude—to come feed me a load. My pulse raced as a mid-size SUV cruised into the lot and parked. Finally, some fresh meat. But my hopes were dashed when out tumbled a man, his wife, and their young daughter.

The man was hot. Muscular. Bearded. Tatted. As he and his adorable family passed near my car towards the wooded path that led to the playground, the man gave me an almost imperceptible nod and then looked back at me as they disappeared down the trail. I got the feeling he knew why I was there. But what did it matter? Even if he was the type of guy to jump in my car and bust his nut down my throat, the presence of his wife and kid made that outcome unlikely.

To my surprise, the hot guy came bounding up the trail not five minutes later—alone and headed right towards me. Looking back to make sure he hadn’t been followed, he leaned into the open passenger window and asked pointedly: “You sucking cock today, bro?”

“Yeah,” I smiled with delight, relieved to finally have a fish on the line. “Hop in and I’ll drain your balls for you.”

“Drive down to that overflow lot,” he directed as he jumped into the passenger seat and engaged the seatbelt. “I don’t want to risk my wife catching us.”

Dutifully, I obeyed and parked the car in a spot that was nearly concealed by the shade of some dense foliage. “Have at it, dude,” the hot guy invited, pulling down his athletic shorts and unleashing a rock-hard eight-incher as I slipped the car into park. “Just make it quick, okay? I told my wife I’m just taking a piss.”

Following orders, I quickly leaned over and took his big cock down my throat, my lips locked around his thick shaft. Expertly, I bobbed up and down on him, my tongue stimulating his shaft with each stroke, my right hand caressing his hairy balls simultaneously.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he moaned, his muscular arms propped behind his head as he relaxed and enjoyed my talents. “Christ, you know how to suck a dick.”

Emboldened by his praise, I took him deeper, gagging on him as his huge helmet head abused my tonsils. “Yeah, just like that,” he grunted, holding my head down on him. “Keep it deep and you’ll soon have my nut.”

He wasn’t kidding. Instantly, I could feel his cock starting to throb down my throat. “Here it comes,” he warned needlessly. “Yeah, keep going … FUCK … Yeah, swallow that big, fuckin’ load.”

When his balls were fully emptied, my stomach satiated, he thanked me and quickly stuffed his wet cock back into his shorts. He climbed out of my car and, upon closing the door, leaned back through the window. “You got any lube on you?” he asked.

“Fuck yeah,” I answered eagerly, pulling out a small bottle of Astroglide from the glove box. “You wanna fuck my ass?”

“Yes,” he smiled deviously. “But it’s too risky out here. Meet me in the men’s room off the tennis courts in twenty minutes.”

“You want me to bring some condoms?” I asked eagerly, fishing out a pack of Trojans buried under the lube.

“Not unless you’re ovulating,” he laughed as he strutted back to the playground to catch up with his wife and kid before pounding a load into my greedy hole.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

brutally-gentlemen

twisted-talez

“How’d you hear about me?” the cocksucker asked, pulling down my zipper, eager to suck a load out of me.

“Some dude at the gym gave me your number,” I admitted as he unleashed my hard cock. “He said you give amazing head.”

“You heard right,” the ravenous slut winked up at me, taking my eight-incher down his throat in one quick gulp.

“Fuuuck,” I exhaled, my head rolling back. “You are fucking amazing.”

The thought of sticking my dick down some dude’s throat had never crossed my mind. In college, I was a total pussy hound, scoring snatch whenever I wanted it. Determined to be a faithful husband, I gave up the chase when I married my wife. But after three kids and nearly twenty years of marriage, she lost interest in spreading her legs for me. What’s a guy to do?

Sure, I could have an affair. I was just south of fifty, in great shape, and had all my hair. It would be easy to find some young bitch with a daddy complex who would give up her cunt for a fancy dinner or a Pandora charm bracelet. But who needs that stress? The thought of getting caught or—worse—knocking up the bitch, was a boner killer for me.

And so my right hand became my default sexual partner, releasing my balls on a regular basis—often after my daily workout at the gym on my lunch hour. I was mid-stroke in the sauna on one such occasion, my balls beginning to hug my body, when I was interrupted by another guy who was around my age.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he laughed as I quickly attempted to cover my hard cock with the flimsy gym towel. “Let me guess . . . the wife no longer takes care of you?”

“Not in at least five years,” I admitted, my head hung in shame.

“Join the club,” he chuckled. “I used to be like you—rubbing my dick raw just to get a little relief. But then I learned that there’s always another . . . option.”

“Nah,” I refused, recounting my reluctance to get mixed up in a messy affair with some needy bitch. “I don’t need that shit.”

“What you need is a blow job—the kind that makes your toes curl,” he suggested. “No strings, just unzip and get your balls drained. And I know where you can get it.”

“What’s the catch?” I asked skeptically.

“It’s a dude,” the guy replied. “But he’s—”

“No fucking way,” I interrupted. “I’m not sticking my dick down some dude’s throat.”

“That’s too bad,” the guy lamented. “Because this cocksucker gives the best damn head I’ve ever had. It’s your loss.”

“Thanks anyway,” I said firmly, wrapping my towel around my waist as I took leave for the showers. Who the fuck did that guy think he was? Suggesting that I could be down for dumping my load down the throat of some dirty cocksucker? Fuck that.

The guy was near my locker, holding a small card in his hand, when I returned from the showers. “Here’s the cocksucker’s number, in case you change your mind,” he whispered discreetly. “Just text him when you need to lose a load. You won’t regret it.”

I wanted to rip up the number in front of the guy to make a point, but I didn’t wish to make a scene in the crowded locker room. And so I shoved the number into my wallet and promptly forgot about it . . . until that night.

I had agreed to meet Brent, an office colleague, for beers after work. Younger than me, good looking, and single, Brent suggested a trendy bar where he was likely to score some snatch. Sure enough, we were on our second beer when Brent spotted a hot bitch making eyes with him from across the bar. He excused himself to go hit on her and, ten minutes later, Brent texted to say he was in an Uber with her—on their way to her apartment.

Sure, I was happy for Brent. But I couldn’t deny that I was jealous as fuck. Around me were swarms of young singles flirting with each other, the promise of easy sex just waiting to be had. And all I had to look forward to was going home to my frigid wife. As if on cue, my wife texted: “Coming home soon?”

“No,” I replied tersely. And then I did what I had to do. I took out the cocksucker’s number from my wallet and shot him a quick text: “Want some dick?”

“Mmm. I love a big dick,” he cooed, slobbering all over my thick, veiny cock twenty minutes later as I stood in his living room. He had stripped down naked before sucking me, which was a surprising turn on for me. I liked the power dynamic of standing in my suit and tie while he kneeled before me like a supplicant as he sucked my dick.

And this cocksucker knew how to suck a dick. Holy fuck. Never before had my cock been treated to such meticulous attention. It occurred to me that I owed an apology to the meddling guy from the gym who had hooked me up with the skilled cocksucker.

Working my balls with his tongue, churning my load, the cocksucker then licked every inch of my hard shaft—from base to tip—before taking my eight-incher all the way down his throat. Rhythmically, he worked my big dick, sucking me at a slowly increasing pace.

With my hands locked behind my head, my tie tossed over my shoulder, and my pants around my ankles, I looked down and admired the cocksucker as my cock slid in and out of his talented throat. Expertly, he took me balls deep, his tongue teasing me as he mashed his chin against my hairy balls.

“I’m getting close,” I warned, the cum rising in my shaft. I wanted to last longer, but it was a losing battle. “You want me to shoot down your throat?”

“Mmm hmm,” the cocksucker answered as he continued to work out my load, my full balls tightening, my load imminent.

“FUCK,” I gasped, my cock swelling as my seed shot forcefully down the cocksucker’s warm throat. I felt weak in the knees as rope after rope of my thick cum spewed down his gullet and into his awaiting belly.

“Damn, that was a big load,” he admired as I pulled out of his throat and collapsed onto the adjacent couch, my sweaty ass smacking against the leather upholstery.

“That was incredible,” I praised him. “I’ve never had head that—”

But before I could finish my thought, my phone chimed loudly. Reaching to retrieve it from my crumpled pants around my ankles, I assumed it was my wife checking up on me again. But to my surprise, it was a text from my buddy Brent.

“The hot bitch from the bar just wanted to cuddle when we got to her place,” Brent had texted. “No sex. No head. Nothing. WTF? And now my balls feel like they’re gonna fucking pop.”

“Any chance you like to get fucked?” I asked the cocksucker, looking up from my phone with an arched eyebrow.

“Fuck YES,” he replied eagerly.

“What about getting tagged by two guys?” I prompted.

“I’m game,” the cocksucker winked.

Returning my attention to my phone, I hurriedly tapped out a reply to Brent. “Meet me now at this location,” I texted him as I dropped him the cocksucker’s address. “You’ll thank me later.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.