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“Hold up—what’s going on in here?” I demanded, barging into my son Tyler’s bedroom. Stripped down to the waist, my son and some random boy were embracing, lips locked, my son’s hands on the boy’s ass. There was no question in my mind—the two boys were about to fuck.
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“What the fuck?” I demanded as I walked into my dorm room and found Kevin, the dormitory cum dump, sprawled naked on my bed.
“How was class?” he asked, ignoring my shock and raising his ass slightly.
“It was fine,” I answered. “But how the fuck did you get in here?”
“Your roommate let me in,” Kevin answered. “He just fucked me before leaving for class. You wanna fuck me next?”
“Dude. I’m not gay,” I protested. “I don’t fuck guys.”
“You don’t have to be gay to fuck a guy,” he laughed condescendingly. “Come on, man. You’re the only guy on this floor who hasn’t tapped my ass yet.”
“Dude. I have a girlfriend,” I reminded him.
“Sure. But I bet she doesn’t milk your cock with her pussy,” Kevin contended.
“What? Milk my cock?” I asked incredulously.
“Yeah. I bet she makes you do all the work when you fuck her. Stick your dick in me, and I’ll milk out your load for you,” he offered.
“Jesus,” I replied, intrigued. “If I agree to let you milk me, will you promise to quit hounding me for my cock all the time?”
“Scouts honor,” he promised in mock salute. “Now get that cock in me.”
“Okay,” I agreed, kicking off my shorts and gripping my hard eight-incher as I climbed on top of him, preparing to mount him from behind.
“Just slide that big cock in me,” Kevin directed as I pressed up against his pink, puckered hole. “I’m already lubed and loaded.”
“Fuuuck,” I exhaled as my cock breached his warm, inviting depths. His ass felt incredible.
“Now just relax and let me get you off,” he directed as I planked above him. Suddenly, it felt like my dick was being gripped and massaged from deep inside him. The feeling was overwhelmingly intense.
“Christ,” I exclaimed, his ass contracting and relaxing around my cock, essentially jacking me off inside of him. “How’d you learn to do that?”
“Lots of practice,” Kevin turned back and winked, gripping me tighter from within. “Now shut the fuck up and let me work out that nut for you.” It didn’t take long.
“Fuck, bro. I’m gonna bust,” I warned urgently as my full balls began to empty inside of him. “Aww, FUCK … SHIT.”
“Yeah, dump that load in me,” Kevin begged, milking me dry with his talented hole. “You can pull out now,” he advised, finally releasing his grip on my cock.
“I don’t wanna pull out,” I objected, still hard inside of him. “Will you milk me again?”
“Fuck YES,” agreed Kevin, gripping my cock from within as he began to milk a second load out of me.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“Cum in my ass,” Toby begged as I fucked his tight cunt with his skinny legs pressed against my muscular chest. My cock hadn’t seen a wet hole in months, so I wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity to breed this barely-legal faggot.
“I’d like Toby to come live with us,” Shannon, my pregnant wife, announced a month before our baby was due. Toby is my wife’s kid brother. He had just finished high school, but had no plans for college or any type of work. “I’m going to have my hands full when the baby comes,” Shannon explained. “Toby could be a big help to us.” At the time, I envisioned Toby changing diapers and maybe giving the baby a bottle. It hadn’t yet occurred to me that Toby’s real job would be to drain my balls . . . nightly.
Toby was a freshman in high school when I met Shannon. I pegged him as a faggot from the start. He liked chorus, dance, and theater. His only ambition in life was to be a backup dancer for Katy Perry. When I chided Shannon for not telling me that Toby is gay, she was indignant. “Toby is just artistic,” she protested. Artistic, my ass. The boy is a faggot. And any doubt I had was settled by the way he would look at me.
Any straight man who has ever stepped foot inside a gym knows what it means to be objectified by a gay man. The stares. The longing gazes. I’m always flattered, yet I know with certainty when a dude wants me. Toby wanted me from the start, but it would take me a few years before I wanted him.
I’m not a predator, but I usually get what I want. After months of no sex with my pregnant wife, I wanted Toby—his tight ass, specifically. But I needed him to make the first move. If Shannon ever caught us, god forbid, I needed her to believe her brother was the one to seduce me, and not the other way around. So I devised a plan. The night Toby arrived, my wife cooked his favorite spinach lasagna. I played it up and wore a tight shirt that showed off my muscular physique, with a few buttons undone to show off my chest hair.
“My, you look nice,” Shannon cluelessly commented as I sat down to eat with them.
“Well, having Toby here is a special day for our family,” I replied and gave the boy a wink.
Toby was practically salivating at the sight of me. A bitch in heat. Had my wife not been there, I’m sure he would have pulled down his pants and gotten on all fours right on top of the table for me. I had won the first round.
The second round occurred later that night after Shannon went to bed. “Join me on the patio?” I asked Toby while pouring myself a scotch. “I won’t tell your sister if you want a pour, too.” He declined the scotch and grabbed himself a Coke from the fridge.
“You seeing anyone?” I asked as we settled into a set of patio chairs. I kept the gender of “anyone” neutral, hoping Toby might confess to being gay. It would make it easier if the faggot would just admit to me that he likes cock.
“Nah,” Toby answered timidly while checking out my muscular arms with a furtive side glance. I got Toby talking about his high school graduation, and I made a point to adjust my junk as he talked. His eyes were fixated on my crotch, yet he didn’t dare make a move for it. But I already had another plan in motion.
Suddenly, my phone rang. It was just an alarm I had set that sounds like a ringtone. “Mind if I answer this?” I asked Toby. “It’s my buddy Greg.” Toby nodded as I pretended to answer my phone.
“Greg,” I boomed to no one on the other end. “Damn, buddy. It’s great to hear from you. Yes, Shannon is doing well. Yeah, the baby will be here in a month. But I’m telling you, bud. My balls aren’t so good. We haven’t fucked in months.” I looked over at Toby and his eyes were wide. “Yeah, dude. I’m totally backed up. And her OB said it’ll be months after the birth before she can handle my big cock again. Shit, man. I’m so desperate, I’d stick my cock in ANY warm hole I could find at this point.” I looked over at Toby and the boy was salivating again. Mission accomplished. “Hey, Greg? Lemme call you back tomorrow. I’m hanging out with Shannon’s brother Toby now.” And then I pretended to end the call.
The silence was palpable. I could almost see the wheels turning in Toby’s head. Finally the boy spoke. “Uh . . . is that really true?” he asked softly. “Is it true that it’s been months since you and Shannon—”
“Fucked? Yes, Toby. Your sister and I haven’t fucked in months,” I confessed while taking a sip of scotch and trying to stifle a smile. “The doctor advised against it when my big cock was causing her to have discomfort. But, Jesus. I shouldn’t burden you with these things, Toby. A man has needs, but my needs are not your problem.” I was laying it on thick.
Toby was quiet again, but his eyes were on my bulge and I was, quite purposefully, allowing myself to get hard. “Maybe I could help,” Toby offered, not taking his eyes off my tented pants.
“Help? I don’t understand,” I shrugged, feigning confusion.
“You know—” Toby continued in a near whisper,“you could fuck me.” Bingo.
“I’m no faggot,” I protested indignantly. “I don’t fuck guys. I’m not gay.”
Toby jumped up to settle me, his hand on my arm. “No—no. I know you’re not gay,” the boy stammered. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t fuck me. I’ve been fucked by lots of straight guys.”
And there it was. Not only had he finally admitted to being gay, he also admitted to taking lots of cock, as I suspected. I was going to enjoy fucking this slutty faggot, and now it was time to make it happen.
“Christ, when you put it like that, how can I refuse?” I concluded while downing the last of my scotch. “You sure you want this?” I asked knowing the boy was itching to get my big cock inside him.
“Yes,” he wholeheartedly agreed as he took me by the hand and led me inside and to his bedroom. To my delight, Shannon had put Toby in the downstairs guest room, far away from our bedroom upstairs. I could fuck the shit out of the boy, and she would never hear a thing.
I went to take a pre-fuck piss in the bathroom adjoining Toby’s room and when I came out, he was stretched out naked on the bed waiting for me. I dropped my shorts and pulled off my shirt.
“Holy FUCK, you’re huge,” Toby gasped when he caught sight of my big dick.
“Don’t worry. I’ll start out slow,” I assured the boy. I then climbed between his skinny legs, spit on my cock, and began to work it into his hole. “Bring your legs up to your chest,” I directed him. “I like this position. It makes your hole feel like pussy.”
“Have you ever fucked a guy?” Toby asked as I prepared to mount him, my cock pressed against his hole. I ignored the question as I thrusted balls deep inside the boy.
“FUCK, you’re thick,” Toby gasped as his hole clenched around my cock.
His tight cunt was amazing. It felt so good to finally have my cock back inside a wet hole. Toby began to relax. I could tell he was enjoying the ride as I gave his hole some slow, deliberate strokes.
“Cum in my ass,” Toby begged as I began to pick up the pace.
The thought of once again shooting my wad into a warm hole instead of into my fist or down the shower drain was overwhelming. I was trying hard to hold back my load but, after months of no pussy, it was a losing battle.
“FUCK . . . I’m gonna bust,” I barked urgently while feeling the cum rising in my shaft.
“Yeah, fucking breed my pussy,” Toby moaned as my cock began to pulse and spurt inside of him.
“SHIT . . . DAMN,” I grunted, flooding the boy’s guts with a massive, backed-up load. I soon collapsed upon him, my sweaty body melding into him as I kept my cock in his hole.
“Are you still hard?” Toby asked after we stayed like that for several minutes.
Fuckin-A, I was still hard. That never happens when I fuck my wife. Pushing myself back up into a plank above Toby, my cock still inside him, I began to pound out another load into the boy. Then another. And another. I fucking seeded that sweet boy cunt with four loads before I called it quits. I then dragged myself back upstairs and got into bed with my sleeping wife, leaving Toby on his bed with cum streaming out of his gaping hole.
The next morning at breakfast, Shannon poured me a cup of coffee as Toby munched on a bowl of Frosted Flakes. He kept shifting his weight in his chair, likely because his wrecked hole hurt like fuck.
“You two must have been up all night talking,” Shannon said while handing Toby a cup of coffee. “It looks like neither of you got much sleep. I hope this doesn’t become a habit.”
Toby gave me a furtive, knowing glance as I replied to my wife, “Sorry, babe. I can’t make any promises. Boys will be boys.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“How come I’m happiest when I’m inside you?” Mark whispered. I could feel his cum working its way out of my hole as he held me tighter to him. “It’s being in this RV — our special place,” he continued. “I can forget the world outside when I’m in here with you.”
The RV itself was nothing special. It was a relic of the late 1970s with its wood paneling, plaid pullout couch, and matching curtains. The green carpeting was worn bare from all the games we played in there as kids. The RV hadn’t been used in decades, and just sat parked near the farm house. Grandma blamed it on a new transmission that cost too much.
My cousin Mark had been my constant companion during all those summers I stayed with Grandma. He was older and a little wiser. The big brother I never had. When he would visit during those summers, Grandma would let us spend all day and night in that RV. It kept us out of her hair and from running amok on the farm.
We started fucking when I turned eighteen. Mark pretended to do the honorable thing by waiting for me to be legal, but I suspected he just didn’t want to land his ass in jail. We both had wanted it a long time before that. So after grandma made me a big dinner and a cake on the day I turned eighteen, Mark and I retired to the RV.
In the privacy of our special place, Mark kissed me softly, removed my clothes piece by piece, and then deflowered my virgin hole with his big cock. He had fucked only some random pussy before then, so it was a first time of sorts for both of us. That night feels like such a blur thinking back on it now, but I’ll never forget the feeling of Mark cumming inside me — his thick load warming me from within — as he softly whispered that he loved me.
It’s not the fact that we are cousins who are in love that would shock our conservative family — it’s that we’re gay. We live in a part of the Bible Belt where there’s little tolerance for guys like us. Knowing how the family would react, we kept our love a secret — something only to be shared during those long summer nights in the RV. It wasn’t ideal, but we made it work. Until last summer.
Mark had news on the day he arrived. He had gotten engaged to a girl in his hometown —Eloise, the preacher’s daughter. Mark’s parents, my aunt and uncle, had pretty much forced him into it. I’m certain they could see the signs — a twenty-two-year-old man who shows little interest in girls yet is enamored with his eighteen-year-old male cousin. They knew. Mark had come down to the farm for just the night to break the news about his upcoming marriage to Eloise, and to give me a proper goodbye. So, of course, we fucked.
Mark fucked me in the RV that night with an unparalleled intensity. “God I love being inside you,” he kept saying as he pounded my hole. Mark let out a cry mixed with joy and sorrow as I felt his big cock pulsing inside me, his load filling me up — likely for the last time.
We flipped over on that old, plaid pullout couch so that I was resting upon him. His muscular arms were around me as he held me tight and stroked my back. The only sound between us was our breathing.
I thought Mark had fallen asleep, so I was startled when he spoke, saying firmly and with conviction, “One day I’m gonna get the damn transmission fixed on this RV, and you and I are gonna drive off together and never look back.” I kissed him, for it was a beautiful pipe dream, and then fell asleep in his arms.
When I awoke the next day, Mark was already gone — on his way to his new life with his soon-to-be bride Eloise, I assumed. I felt wretched and didn’t want to leave the sanctity of the RV, but Grandma called me to breakfast insistently.
“Mark was certainly up early this morning,” Grandma spoke as I sat down to a plate of her flapjacks. I nodded, trying to swallow my pain.
“He said he was going to town to see about a new transmission for the RV,” Grandma shared, fixing me with a smile. I stared at her in frozen disbelief, unable to speak.
“Can you imagine?” she continued. “I don’t know why he’d want to get that old bucket of bolts running after all these years.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
With his big cock working slowly inside me, Pastor John closed his eyes in what appeared to be prayer. “Are you asking forgiveness for fucking me, Pastor?” I asked, looking up at him.
“No,” he replied, his eyes still closed. “I’m asking forgiveness for what I’m about to do to you.”
“You’re coming with me, Martin, and that’s final,” my mom shouted at me earlier that morning on my first Sunday home from college for the summer.
“Jesus, mom,” I complained. “I’m not a kid anymore. I don’t want to go to church.”
“Do not take the good Lord’s name in vain, especially on a Sunday,” she admonished through pursed lips. “And you’ll go to church while you’re under my roof. Besides, there’s a new pastor at church—Pastor John. He’s younger than the last one. Has a wife and two young daughters. I’ve told him all about you, and I think you’ll like him.”
I had no interest in Pastor John … until he stood up to give the benediction at the start of the service. Holy fuck, he was hot. He looked no older than thirty. With his trim beard, his dashing smile, and his muscles bulging under his white clergy robe, I wanted him in the worst way. His adoring family sitting in the front pew didn’t help matters.
Unbeknownst to my mom, I had developed a predilection for getting fucked by hung daddies during my first year of college. I had bent over for several professors, but never imagined I’d be attracted to a man of the cloth.
“Stand up, Martin,” my mom ordered as she raised me by the collar for the closing hymn. I was struggling to hide my raging boner, and had to hold the hymnal over my crotch as we sang. Upon the close of the hymn, Mom grabbed me again and pulled me down the aisle to stand in line to greet Pastor John as we exited the church.
“And who’s this strapping young man?” Pastor John asked my mom as he extended his hand to greet me. He shook my hand firmly and lingered as he held my gaze. It was like he could see into my soul. He finally released my hand, stroking my palm gently with his index finger as he pulled his hand away. “Your mom tells me you’re home for the summer,” he declared while placing a hand on my shoulder.
“Yes, Pastor,” I replied, trying not to blush under his steely gaze.
“Would you mind if I borrowed your son for the afternoon?” he then asked my mom. “We’re still getting settled in at the parsonage, and I could use a strong, young man to help me get some boxes up to the attic.”
“Yes, Pastor,” my mom replied, beaming with delight. “Martin will be glad to help.”
An hour later, I climbed the steps to the parsonage in a shady yard behind the church and rang the door bell. Pastor John opened the door and leaned against the door frame. Fuck, he was even hotter out of his white clergy robe.
Sporting a crisp white shirt that was partly open at the collar, a tuft of his chest hair peeked out at me tauntingly. He had on a pair of slim, khaki pants that couldn’t conceal the large bulge at his crotch. In his hand he held a tumbler of scotch, which I could smell on his breath. Once again, I felt he could see into my soul as his eyes surveyed me.
“Come in, Martin,” Pastor John finally invited.
“Thank you, Pastor,” I replied.
“No, call me John,” he insisted. “I like to be more—uh—casual here in the parsonage. Care to join me in a drink?” he asked while closing the front door and holding up his tumbler of scotch.
“Uh … no thanks,” I stammered. “I like beer, but I’m not much for the hard stuff yet.”
John shrugged and led me into the living room, inviting me to sit on the couch with him. As I looked around, I didn’t see any of the boxes he had mentioned. I also didn’t see his family.
“Mindy took the girls down to her parents in Tuscaloosa for the afternoon,” he informed me. “They won’t return until after dinner.”
“You—uh—said you need help with some boxes?” I asked.
Placing his scotch upon a sofa table, John leaned back against the couch and unzipped his khakis. “Fuck the boxes,” he said, pulling out a thick, hard, eight-incher. “I’d rather have your help with this big dick.”
“Yes, sir,” I agreed eagerly, leaning over to get that big cock in my mouth.
“No, boy,” John admonished. “Get down on your knees and worship this big dick like you need it.”
I dutifully complied and was soon on my knees, slobbering all over that big tool and taking him down my throat. His precum tasted delicious, and I couldn’t wait to swallow his load, but John had other plans.
“You want it up your ass?” he asked, pulling his cock from my mouth and playfully slapping my cheek with it. I nodded as John stood up, grabbed me by the hand, and led me upstairs.
I thought he might fuck me in the guest room, but John led me into the bedroom he shares with his wife. “I love fucking a guy on the bed where I fuck my wife,” he confessed. “It makes me feel so … naughty.”
John’s hands were all over me as we stripped out of our clothes. He lowered me onto the bed and was soon on top of me, his hard cock pressing against my tight hole. With his big cock working slowly inside me, Pastor John closed his eyes in what appeared to be prayer.
“Are you asking forgiveness for fucking me, Pastor?” I asked.
“No,” he replied. “I’m asking forgiveness for what I’m about to do to you. And I told you to drop the Pastor shit,” he admonished.
Suddenly, it was like a great awakening took place inside of him. He seemed possessed. With his big cock now all the way inside of me, John went from zero to sixty in about three seconds and began to jackhammer me furiously. There was a violent rage behind his eyes, a desire to destroy me or my hole—or both.
“Yeah, boy,” he grunted, pounding the shit out of me, my head banging against the headboard unrelentingly. “You like this big cock in your pussy, huh?” he demanded. “Tell me you like this big cock.”
“Mmm hmm,” I managed to answer as he destroyed my hole, but that didn’t satisfy him.
“I said—do you like this big cock in your pussy, boy?” he repeated. “Speak up. I can’t fuckin’ hear you.”
“YES,” I exhaled as hard as I could between his merciless thrusts. “I fucking love your big cock.”
John gave a satisfied grin, pounding me harder. I raised my head to kiss him, hoping that might slow his pace some, but my effort was futile.
“Don’t kiss me, boy,” he admonished. “I’m not your fuckin’ boyfriend.”
John then pulled out of me, flipped me over onto my stomach, and mounted me from behind. “Yeah, this is the view I like,” he announced. “Watching my cock wrecking your cunt.” He was able to go even deeper in this position, and I was loving it.
“You like being used like this, boy?” he asked. Not waiting for my response, he continued, “Yeah, you worthless cunt. The only thing you’re good for is being a cum dump for married men like me.”
The intensity of his fucking was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Violently, he pounded me harder and harder, faster and faster. He couldn’t last much longer at this pace, was my thought. And I was right.
“SHIT, boy. I’m gonna bust,” he announced urgently. John’s hands were on the small of my back as he raised himself higher and gave my hole some deep, final thrusts.
“Aww, FUCK. Here it comes, you motherfucker. Open that pussy for it.” And instantly his body began to convulse as I felt his warm load release inside me. “SHIT … FUCK … DAMN,” he growled as his balls continued to empty, filling me with his seed.
John pulled out of me with a violent thrust, his load spilling out of me and onto the sheets. He rolled over and stretched out beside me, our sweaty bodies soaking the sheet beneath us.
“Whew,” he exhaled. “I fuckin’ needed that.” And instantly it felt as if Pastor John had returned to his normal self. Whatever had possessed him, had finally relented and released him.
“I’m—uh—sorry if that was too intense for you, Martin. I get a little crazy when I fuck a guy. I’m not like that with my wife.” I told him that I understood fully, and that I actually loved being fucked hard like that.
“Shit,” he exclaimed while looking at his watch. “I’m leading a Bible study in an hour. I gotta shower and change. Maybe put these nasty sheets in the wash, too,” he laughed.
He pulled on a pair of boxer briefs as I got dressed, and then walked me downstairs. His cock was still hard and straining against the front of his briefs. I wished he had time for another round, but I felt confident that I’d be back another time soon.
“Hey, Martin?” John asked as I stepped off his porch. “Be sure to tell your mom that we had a good talk and got you all straightened out, okay?” He was smiling, like it was some kind of joke.
“I don’t understand,” I replied, confused by what he meant.
“Oh, your mom asked me to have a talk with you because she thought you might be gay,” Pastor John confessed with a smile. “Lucky for me, your mama was right.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
Tipping back his beer, Brax locked eyes with me. Illuminated by the glow of the fire pit, he looked hot as fuck with his shirt pulled back over his head to reveal his hairy, chiseled pecs. I knew it was a long shot, but I was determined to get his cock inside of me. And from the way Brax looked at me, I knew I had a chance.
Brax had been the hottest guy at our high school. He played football and always had a hot cheerleader on his arm. And though he was impossibly straight, I had a major crush on him. But what made Brax legendary were the wild parties he threw when his parents were out of town, which was nearly every weekend. Brax hosted one such party a week after graduation, a party that would make me infamous in our small town.
I was not out in high school, and kept my queerness a guarded secret. In a moment of weakness, I let down my guard during Brax’s post-graduation party. I was washing my hands in an upstairs bathroom after taking a piss when some drunk, hot jock whom I barely knew barged in and began to shoot his stream into the toilet. He had a thick cock with a huge helmet head, which started to get hard as I stared in awe.
“You wanna suck this cock?” the jock asked, brandishing his huge cock at me, dripping the last of his piss onto the tile floor. I instantly dropped to my knees and took his big dick down my throat.
“Yeah, faggot. Suck this cock,” the hung jock moaned, pulling out his phone to film me slobbering all over his big dick. I should’ve stopped him. I should have told him to put his phone away. But I wanted his cock, and didn’t want to jeopardize that.
Sure enough, after pumping his nut down my throat, the fucker posted the video on Insta. It was flagged and taken down in under ten minutes, but by then everyone at the party had seen it. I left the party with shouts of “faggot” and echoes of laughter in my ears.
I laid low for the rest of the summer, counting the days until I left for college. Once at school, the incident became a distant memory as I busied myself with studying, making new friends, working out … and getting fucked by the occasional drunk frat boy. Well, more than the occasional boy. I had offered up myself as a cum dump at several frat parties, taking dozens of cocks, in fact. Deep inside, I knew those frat guys were just using me. But, unlike the dude who filmed me at Brax’s party, I was allowing those frat guys to use me—I was in control.
Thus, Brax and his party were far from my mind when I returned home the next summer … and promptly ran into Brax at the gym.
“Carter?” Brax asked, almost not recognizing me. “Damn, you’ve put on some muscle, bro.” I instantly turned red, blushing under his gaze.
“Just a little,” I demurred. “I’ve been hitting the gym hard back at school.” Brax looked me up and down again, almost wantonly.
“Well, it shows,” Brax smiled. “Listen, Carter. I never really apologized for what happened at my party last summer. That dude had no right to post that video. I’m really sorry.”
“Thanks, but it wasn’t your fault,” I assured Brax, still somewhat embarrassed. “Plus, I’m completely out now, so it doesn’t matter much anymore.”
“Well, I felt responsible,” Brax replied. “I’m having a party tonight. My parents are out of town. Everyone is back home. Why don’t you come and let me make it up to you?”
Flashbacks of drunk classmates shouting “faggot” at me filled my brain. I wanted to decline, but Brax’s gorgeous eyes were pleading with me, willing me to accept his invitation. “Sure,” I finally acquiesced. “I’ll stop by tonight.”
The party was in full swing by the time I found the nerve to go inside Brax’s house that night. I expected someone to point and yell “faggot” at me as soon as I walked in the door, but it was like nobody even noticed me. I had bulked up since high school, and my haircut was different. It seemed that none of my old classmates even recognized me. Relieved, I grabbed a can of Bud from a cooler and made my way through the house, trying to find Brax. I finally found him out in the backyard.
Brax and several of his buddies were drinking around a fire pit when I approached him. Tipping back his beer, Brax locked eyes with me. “Carter! You made it!” Brax boomed, leaving his buddies at the fire pit as he greeted me.
“Yeah, I promised you,” I replied sheepishly, somewhat embarrassed to be the subject of his attention.
“Follow me,” Brax ordered. “I want to talk with you in private.” I nodded and followed Brax into the house and upstairs to his bedroom. Was this actually happening? And so fast?
“My party last summer—” Brax began once we were ensconced in his room.
“Brax, you’ve already apologized,” I stopped him with a raised hand. “It’s water under the bridge. No one here even remembers.”
“No. It’s not that,” Brax continued. “I wanted to tell you that—and I know this is gonna sound selfish after what you went through—but I was kinda jealous that you sucked off that jerk and not me.”
And then Brax leaned forward and kissed me. It was all a blur from that point forward. Frantic hands pulling off each other’s clothes. Brax lowering me onto the bed. His tongue at my hole. And then—WHAM—Brax was inside me.
“Christ, you’re hung,” I exclaimed as Brax stretched my hole with his big cock, plunging deeper inside me. His lips were back on mine, and I could taste the beer on his tongue.
“I’m so glad you came tonight,” Brax whispered in my ear, his big dick grinding inside me. There was a frantic urgency to the way he fucked me, like he couldn’t consume me fast enough. Or perhaps he was nervous about us getting caught fucking at his own party. Planking atop me, Brax persisted to jackhammer my hole at a pace that couldn’t last.
“Fuck. I’m gonna cum,” Brax announced. He gave me two more deep thrusts before his body was convulsing on top of me, his cock releasing his warm seed inside me.
“Yeah, breed me,” I urged, stroking his sweaty back as his balls finished emptying inside me.
“Jesus, that was hot,” he exclaimed, pulling out of me as his lips found mine once more. I could feel his cum escaping my hole and puddling on the sheet under me.
“Can you stay tonight?” Brax asked, our lips parting.
“Uh—sure,” I agreed rolling onto my stomach, putting my ass up in the air.
“You can send your buds up to fuck me now,” I informed Brax, assuming that the reason he wanted me at the party was to be a cum dump for his buddies, like I’d done at countless frat parties back at college.
“Jesus,” Brax exclaimed. “That’s not what I meant. I don’t want to share you with my buds.” Brax rolled me back over, his eyes meeting mine.
“I’ve been pretending to be straight for too long,” Brax began. “I like you—a lot. I’ve thought you were cute since high school. And I think you can help me to finally be true to myself. What do you think?”
I couldn’t believe my high school crush had not only just fucked me, but also seemed to want a relationship with me. Taking his face in my hands, I gave Brax my answer with another deep kiss. Fuck, the boy tasted good. His hands were soon upon me, probing my cummy hole with his fingers.
“I want back inside you,” he whispered, raising himself to mount me again.
“You sure?” I asked. “Aren’t you afraid one of your buds might catch us fucking up here?”
Brax gave a brief shrug as he pushed back inside me. “They’re gonna find out about me soon enough,” he joked. “Plus, they can’t say shit about me if they’re drinking my beer.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“Fuck, it feels good to be back inside you,” Chase whispered in my ear as he plunged his big cock into my hole, his weight upon me.
We grew up next door to each other, but had been apart most of my freshman year of college. It was my first night back home with my parents, and I had snuck Chase up to my room after midnight.
“How many frat boy cocks have you had up in this hole since I last tapped you?” Chase asked while giving me some deep strokes. “I’m sure it was at least … DUDE … Did you hear that?” he asked urgently, pausing his thrusts.
A floorboard squeaked outside my bedroom door. Chase held still, his cock motionless inside me. “Fuck,” he whispered, “I think your parents heard us in here.”
“Don’t worry, bro,” I tried to calm him. “It’s just my dad. He knows you’re here to fuck me. Now let’s get back to—”
“Wait, what?!” Chase was incredulous. “Your dad knows we’re in here fucking?!”
“Yeah, man. He’s in the hall waiting for you to finish. I’ve promised him sloppy seconds.” I could feel Chase’s cock get even harder inside me. “What?” I asked him. “You want to watch my dad plow my cummy hole?”
“Fuck YES,” Chase blurted out, his big cock suddenly throbbing and dumping his load inside me. Just then, my bedroom door creaked open.
“Thanks for warming him up,” Dad said to Chase as he pushed him aside and thrusted his eight-incher into my used hole. “Why don’t you go grab us a few beers from downstairs? It’s gonna be a long night for this cumdump.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
#Hendrik Giesler
Zach worked his cock with a frenzy as I stood before him in awe and disbelief. “I’m gonna bust,” he warned, a blast of cum erupting from his cock and spraying his chiseled body. “Fuck, that felt good,” he exhaled as he looked up and gave me a twisted smile. “You’re next, bro,” he informed me. “I wanna see you shoot.”
I had a very sheltered youth. My parents were strict, religious conservatives. They taught me about sex, but only in terms of procreation, and warned me I would go to hell if I had sex before marriage. I knew about masturbation, only because my dad had told me it was also a sin. Consequently, I was not prepared for college.
Zach was assigned to be my freshman year dorm roommate. With his tattoos and frequent F-bombs dropped throughout his normal speech, he was definitely more worldly than me. Our stark differences became even more apparent one day when I walked in on him naked on his bed, jacking his big cock. I started to close the door to leave, but he stopped me.
“Dude. Don’t leave,” he insisted. “Fuck. If we’re gonna be roommates, you’ve gotta learn to be comfortable with this shit.”
I nodded in embarrassed acquiescence as he proceeded to work his cock. I could tell he liked having me there, that he liked being watched. I was transfixed as I witnessed his cock erupt with a massive load.
“You’re next, bro,” Zach informed me. “I wanna see you fuckin’ shoot that wad.” But I stood there motionless, unable to join him.
“Dude,” Zach scolded. “Come on. I jack with my buds all the time. It’s no big deal.”
And that’s when I told Zach about my sheltered youth and how I’d never even jacked off. Zach was incredulous.
“You don’t believe that shit, do you?” he asked incredulously. “That jacking off is a sin?”
I shook my head. Those were my dad’s beliefs, not mine.
“You want me to teach you?” Zach offered. I gave Zach my answer by stripping down and joining him on his bed.
“Damn, you’ve got a big cock,” Zach noted first off. “You’re big enough to be two-fisted, but we’ll start with the classic one-fist today.”
I stretched back on the bed as Zach got between my legs. “Some guys just dry jack it, but I like a little lube to reduce the friction,” Zach advised. He then spit on my cock, saying, “This will usually do the trick.”
Zach then gripped my cock and began to slowly work it up and down. It felt incredible, unlike anything I could have imagined. “Fuck,” I slowly exhaled.
Zach laughed, knowing that I almost never cuss. “The trick is to find the right grip that works for you,” he instructed. “Too loose, and there’s not enough stimulation. Too tight, and you cut off your circulation.”
Zach then demonstrated a slower and faster pace, and then told me to let him know when I was about to bust. “But how will I know?” I asked naively.
“Believe me, dude, you’ll know,” he laughed. “You’ll definitely know.”
Zach was right. Within a few minutes, I could feel my balls tightening. Pressure was building in my cock, like a geyser about to erupt.
“I think I’m gonna cum,” I warned Zach I was about to bust, my cockhead swelling and releasing a massive shot of cum. The first blast went up my chest, while the next several spurts went airborne and then rained back down upon my cock and Zach’s hand as he milked me dry.
“Fuck,” I moaned once more as my body continued to convulse and release years of pent-up tension. By the time my balls were fully emptied, my cock and Zach’s hand were covered with my cum.
He took a taste of it off the tip of his index finger. “Fucking delicious,” he declared. “You’re still hard,” he noted. “That gives me an idea.”
Zach then reached around behind him and appeared to be working some of my cum into his hole. He straddled me, working the tip of my cock inside him. I couldn’t believe what was happening as he sat all the way down on my cock.
“I might as well teach you everything you need to know,” Zach declared as my cock explored his depths, my head rolling back in ecstasy.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“Fuuuck,” exhaled my hairy, older brother Keith, his head rolling back as he blasted my tonsils with a thick load of cum. “Damn, you know how to suck a dick.”
“Well, I’ve had a lot of practice on all my frat brothers,” I admitted, wiping my chin with the back of my hand. “But none of them are as hung like you.”
“I’m glad you enjoy my big cock,” Keith smiled. “But I gotta stop feeding you like this.”
“Wait—why?” I demanded. “I thought you said it didn’t matter that we’re brothers.”
“It’s not that,” he promised. “I haven’t had any pussy since Tina dumped me—because I’ve got you to drain my balls every night.”
“I understand,” I tried to sympathize. “It’s cool by me if you wanna get some pussy and then feed me on the nights when you don’t score.”
“But that’s the problem,” he explained. “I have no motivation to get out there and chase tail when you’re always willing to suck me. I’m sorry but I’ve gotta cut you off.”
“I get it,” I sighed, dejected. “But would you do me just one favor? Will you let me ride your big cock—just this once?”
“Jesus,” he groaned. “I’ve told you that I’m not cool with that. It’s one thing to let you suck me, but sticking my dick up my younger brother’s ass crosses a line.”
“Please,” I begged. “You owe me this. I’ll never ask you for another favor. And you should know that I’m super tight. My frat brothers love my tight cunt.”
“Fuck, man,” he exclaimed, his interest piqued. “You always know how to push my buttons.”
Keith’s wet, spent cock had hardened once more. Kicking off my shorts, I straddled him. With my hands resting on his hairy pecs, I lowered myself onto his big dick, expertly taking him to the balls.
“Holy fuck, you’re tight,” Keith exhaled, his balls smashed against my cunt. “This is way tighter than pussy.”
“I told you,” I grinned. “And pussy can’t do this,” I informed him while gripping his cock from within me, massaging his shaft in my depths.
“Christ. How are you doing that?” he marveled.
I could’ve milked his cock dry with my talented cunt, but Keith had other plans. Grabbing me firmly by the hips, he began to jackhammer my hole, thrusting in and out of me at a frenzied pace. His big dick felt incredible inside of me, invading my body at unimaginable depths. I grasped Keith around his neck and held on for dear life as he destroyed me, my brain nearly losing consciousness.
“You want my cum?” Keith demanded urgently, pulling me back to reality.
“Yeah,” I moaned, my hole pulverized. “Fucking breed me.”
“FUCK,” Keith bellowed, giving me one, final thrust as his big dick swelled inside me and released his seed, a sudden warmth spreading throughout my body.
When I was certain that Keith’s balls had fully emptied, I slowly climbed off him. His cum escaped my cavernous void and streamed down the sides of his shaft. I dropped to my knees and began to lick him clean.
“That was incredible,” he praised. “I’ve never had pussy that good.”
“What’s your plan—for pussy, that is?” I pressed him. “You gonna hit some bars, or maybe try Tinder?”
“Fuck that shit,” he retorted. “Why should I waste my time going out and chasing tail, when I’ve got your eager cunt at home?”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“Fuck,” I grunted, tipping my head back as I blasted my load into his eager cunt. I didn’t even know his name. But did it matter? He was just another frat boy who came sniffing around for some dick. And I was happy to deliver.
“Don’t forget to call a realtor today,” my wife nagged as she left for work that morning.
“Ugh,” I groaned. “I don’t wanna move. I like this house.”
“You like living on frat row?” she quipped. “I’m sick of the constant noise, the wild parties, and drunk guys puking in our bushes at 3 am.”
“It’s not that bad,” I protested.
“Yes it is,” she insisted, rubbing her swollen, pregnant belly. “And I’m not raising our child next to a frat house.”
We didn’t exactly live next to a frat house, I wanted to point out, but there were about a dozen fraternity house on our street. That was the price for living close to campus. As a young professor, I loved being able to bike to my office and classes. So what if it meant dealing with a few frat parties in the neighborhood? Okay, maybe more than a few.
But the real reason I loved living near all those frat houses was because of how many frat boys were looking to get dicked down by a slightly older guy like me. Don’t get me wrong. Fucking my wife was great. But nothing compares to the savage brutality of shoving your cock up another man’s ass. I should’ve stopped fucking guys when I got married, but it was like asking a junkie to give up his fix.
It didn’t help that scoring a piece of ass in the neighborhood was just too easy. All I had to do was take off my shirt and do just about anything in my front yard—mow the lawn, check the mail, wash the car—and soon some horny frat boy would pass by and chat me up, eager to get in my pants.
That particular afternoon was no different. I was weeding the flowerbeds, shirtless of course, when a twink frat boy passed by on his way back from class, a backpack hanging from one shoulder.
“Nice house,” the frat boy commented. Yet his eyes were on my bulging crotch, sweat dripping down my treasure trail.
“Thanks,” I replied, adjusting my package, the flimsy material of my athletic shorts clinging to my big, sweaty cock. “The house was built in the ‘40s.”
“Wow,” he exclaimed, his eyes traveling up and down my muscular body. “They don’t make them like that anymore.”
“Want to come inside?” I offered. “I could give you a tour … of the bedroom.”
Five minutes later, the frat boy twink was on my bed—the one I share with my wife—with his legs spread wide, my big cock up his ass. While destroying his pretty, pink cunt, I noticed my wife’s eyes staring at me from her wedding picture on the bed table, which turned me on even more, making my cock harder. It felt good to be bad.
“You’re so big,” the frat boy squealed in delight, his eyes rolling back in his head as I pummeled his tight hole.
“You like this big cock?” I asked rhetorically. “You like this big cock in your pretty cunt?”
“Uh huh,” he replied, pulling his legs closer to his chest, opening his hole even more for me. “Your big dick feels so fuckin’ good inside me.”
“You gonna let me cum in you?” I demanded, my pace increasing, my balls slapping his ass with each thrust. “You gonna let me shoot my load up your ass?”
“Yes,” he begged. “Fucking seed me.”
I could take my time with a boy like him, make love to him slowly and deliberately like when I have sex with my wife. But the boy was not my wife, and that made all the difference. His pleasure meant shit to me. My only goal was to fuck his ass and shoot my load. Pump and dump. Innately, he knew that. Deep down inside, he just wanted to be used and dominated. It was a symbiotic transaction. And so I gave him what he wanted, what he needed—my cum.
“Fuck,” I grunted, tipping my head back as I blasted my load into his eager cunt, filling him with my seed on the same bed on which I impregnated my wife just a few months prior.
“That was fucking hot,” he exhaled as I pulled out of him, my pearly load clinging to the downy fur ringing his wrecked hole. “Can we—can we maybe do this again sometime?”
“Sure,” I lied, tossing him his clothes, eager for him to get the fuck out of my house now that the deed was done.
In truth, I rarely fuck the same boy twice. On a college campus full of horny young guys, there are far too many fish in the sea for me to want to eat the same catch day after day. Tomorrow will deliver a new frat boy to devour.
“Did you call a realtor?” my wife asked when she got home from work that day. She was oblivious to the clean sheets on our bed, the cum-stained, sweat-soaked sheets in the washing machine. “We need to sell this house.”
“Sorry, babe,” I apologized, wrapping my strong arms around her, my body freshly showered to remove the earthy funk of sweat, sex, and cum. “We’re not moving. I like it here.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“You want me to wrap it?” I asked him, pulling out a Trojan from my wallet as he positioned himself on his bed and presented his ass to me, wearing nothing but a jockstrap.
“Nah,” he laughed. “Not unless you’re worried I’m gonna get pregnant.”
College wasn’t what I had anticipated. Sure, I had certain advantages—good looking, a big dick, and I had pledged a fraternity. I assumed such perks would guarantee that I’d be getting laid all the time—a line of pussy out my door. But the brutal reality was that chasing tail at my school was hard work.
Admittedly, I’d had a modicum of success—a few hand jobs, some toothy blow jobs, and one bitch let me finger her cunt. But when it came to all out, balls-to-the-wall fucking, the girls at my school played a hard game. They wanted dating, romance, and commitment before they’d spread their legs. I didn’t have time for that shit. I wanted a slutty bitch I could booty text at 1 am: DTF?
“Dude. I’m gonna get carpal tunnel in my right hand if I don’t score some pussy soon,” I confided to Chase, a fraternity brother, while we chugged beer in my room late one night.
“I—uh—I can hook you up with an easy hole,” he offered, “if you’re not too picky.”
“Dude. I’m so backed up, I’d stick my dick in any bitch at this point,” I laughed.
“Well, that’s the catch,” Chase confessed, looking askance. “The bitch is a dude.”
“Fuck no,” I spat. “I’m not gonna stick my dick in some dude. You seriously fuck some guy?”
“Yeah,” Chase affirmed, “and about half the guys I know also dump their loads in him. He’s the best kept secret on campus.”
“Well, I have no interest in—”
“His name is Drew. I’m texting you his number,” Chase interrupted, tapping into his phone, my phone suddenly buzzing in response. “Text him and ask him if he’s taking cock. He’ll say yes—he always says yes.”
“I have no interest in texting him,” I scowled, “or fucking him.”
“Your loss, bro,” Chase smirked, leaving my room. “Enjoy that right hand tonight.”
I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. My best bud was fucking some random dude? Like any guy, I’d stuck my dick in a few ugly bitches when I just needed to get laid—but never a dude. Trying to forget what Chase had just told me, I rubbed one out and went to bed, my balls feeling only slightly relieved.
I spent the next morning working on a big paper for my economics class—more like trying to work on it. I couldn’t concentrate. By lunchtime, my balls were aching, my pipes backed up. I needed to get laid. There was no choice in the matter. Before I could regret it, before I could talk myself out of it, I pulled out my phone and texted Drew:
Taking cock today?
Thirty seconds later, his response:
Yeah. Wesley Hall. Rm. 436. I’ll buzz you up
Ten minutes later, I was in Drew’s dorm room. I guess I was expecting some fruity guy with a pink bedspread and rainbow posters on his wall, but Drew was . . . normal. If I had seen him on campus, I would have never suspected that he takes cock.
“I assume you want it doggy?” he asked, climbing onto his bed in nothing but a jockstrap, getting straight to work.
“Yeah, sure,” I agreed, relieved that I wouldn’t have to look at his face while I fucked him, that I could pretend I was just fucking some bitch from behind.
I then offered to wrap it, but he only laughed at me, saying that he couldn’t get pregnant. My cock stirred. I had never fucked raw. Every bitch I ever fucked, girlfriends included, made me wrap it.
“Mmm, yeah. I love a big cock,” he purred looking back at me as I pulled off my athletic shorts, my hard eight-incher springing to attention.
“You got some lube or something?” I asked, scanning his small dorm room.
“No need,” he answered, spreading his legs wider, presenting his cunt to me on the edge of the bed. “I just got seeded an hour ago. I’m still wet.”
“Wait—some dude just came in you?”
“Yeah,” Drew nodded. “And it was a big fuckin’ load.”
I don’t know why—I couldn’t explain it—but the thought of fucking a hole that had just been seeded by another dude was a huge turn on. Sloppy seconds, I knew it was called. I had to be inside this cum dump.
“That’s it, right there,” Drew guided me as I stood at the edge of the bed and rubbed my hard cock against the wet folds of his cunt. A pearly drop of cum from the last dude suddenly appeared and coated my cock head. And then I entered him.
“Fuuuck,” I exhaled, a wave of hedonistic pleasure consuming me as I pushed deep inside Drew’s used cunt.
“Mmm, yeah. Give it to me deep,” he moaned as I pushed all the way into him, my balls mashed against his hole. Never before had I been balls deep in a pussy, bitches could never take all of me. But this dude was begging for it.
And then something outrageous happened. Drew started to rock back and forth on my cock, milking it for me. He was doing all the work. All I had to do was stand there, my hands on my hips, looking down as my big dick slid in and out of his warm, cummy hole. It was mind blowing. When I fucked girls, I had to do all the work. But Drew was doing it for me.
“You like my cunt?” he asked, gyrating on my cock, using moves I had never experienced.
“Fuck yeah,” I exclaimed, my balls slapping against his hole as he picked up his pace, working my cock like a piston.
“Tell me when you’re about to shoot,” Drew begged, riding me hard.
“Okay,” I agreed, biting my lip, trying hard not to shoot my wad too fast. It was a losing battle. This dude’s cunt was just too fucking good. “Dude. I’m ‘bout to bust,” I warned urgently.
“Yeah, fuckin’ breed me,” he bellowed, grinding hard into me, forcing my cock deep into his bowels. Almost immediately, my cock erupted in his depths, a wave of endorphins consuming me.
“FUCK,” I grunted, collapsing on top of Drew, slamming him into the bed as my balls emptied inside him.
“You okay?” he asked as I pulled out of him, a bit wobbly on my feet, my load gushing from his gaping hole.
“Yeah,” I replied, wiping my wet cock on his sheets. “I’ve—uh—I’ve never fucked a dude before. This was my first time.”
“I could tell,” Drew laughed. “You gonna come back and seed me another time soon?”
But before I could respond, Drew’s phone buzzed from the small table next to his bed. Retrieving it, he suddenly announced, “Looks like I’ve got another guy on his way up to breed me.”
Not wanting to be in the way, I quickly dressed, thanked Drew, and headed out. As I made my way down the dormitory stairwell, I was greeted by a familiar face—my buddy Chase.
“Looks like you took my advice,” Chase teased. “Wasn’t his cunt fuckin’ incredible? Better than pussy?”
“Way better,” I agreed. “You heading up to fuck him now?”
“Yeah,” Chase acknowledged. “I’ve got a big load for him. You wanna join me?”
And for the next hour, Chase and I tagged Drew over and over, dumping load after load into his hungry cunt, until neither of us had a drop of cum left in our depleted balls.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“That’s it, bitch,” I growled, pulling back his head by his bristled hair, my eight-incher buried deep in his warm, tight cunt. “Take this big fuckin’ dick.”
It was my last call of the day. The service order said the customer had a cable box that wasn’t working—usually an easy fix. I knocked on the front door, eager to finish my day so I could get home to my wife and kid.
The boy answered the door in a tank top and a pair of sweats that were hung low on his hips, revealing a glimpse of his Nike jockstrap. “Your parents around?” I asked. “Because company policy is that there must be someone eighteen or older at home.”
“My parents are at work, but I’m eighteen,” the boy insisted, his eyes fixated on my package. He then led me inside to the TV in the den, disappearing while I examined the cable box.
The box was a discontinued model, one not worth repairing, so I did an easy swap with a new box from my truck. All I needed was for the boy to sign the repair order so I could be on my way home to a plate of my wife’s meatloaf and a case of beer in front of the TV.
“All done in here,” I announced to the eerily quiet house. “I just need you to sign for the repair.”
“Could you bring it in here?” the boy called from a distant room in the house. Following the sound of his voice, I found him atop his bed on all fours.
His tank top was hiked over his head, his sweat pants pulled down to reveal his exposed cunt. His hole was wet and twitching, pulsing like a homing beacon, luring my eight-incher to his warm depths.
I knew that I should turn on my heels and leave. That no good could come from fucking this boy. That I could get fired. That I was a married man. That I would never consider putting my dick in a dude.
But, Jesus, my cock hadn’t seen the inside of my wife’s pussy since before our kid was born—almost a year. I needed to get laid in the worst way. I just needed a warm hole. And this sissy boy was offering up his cunt to me on a silver plate. What man in my shoes could resist?
I unzipped my pants, my neglected cock instantly springing to full attention. “Yeah, get that big dick inside me,” the boy begged, tossing his head back at me with a devious grin—a spider luring me into his web.
Gripping my purple, throbbing member in my fist, a drop of precum forming at the tip, I plunged into the boy, pushing him forward on the bed with all my weight.
“FUCK,” he gasped as I impaled him. “You’re so fucking big.”
Pulling back his head by his bristled hair, I directed a torrent of abuse at his quivering cunt, pounding his hole relentlessly. My body reveled in the nearly forgotten pleasure of fornication, my cock realizing its full potential once more. I had morphed into a fuck machine, destroying this boy’s cunt in the process.
I didn’t want the ride to end, desiring to surf the waves of ecstasy that were consuming my body for as long as possible. But the reality was that my full, aching balls were in the driver’s seat. I needed to cum, and there was no turning back.
“You want my nut?” I demanded urgently, the cum rising in my swelling shaft. “You want me to shoot my load inside you?”
“Yes,” he begged, my balls slapping his worn-out cunt. “Fuckin’ seed my hole.”
Instantly, my cock erupted inside the boy, spurt after spurt of my white gold coating his insides as my body quaked. “FUCK . . . SHIT,” I grunted, my balls emptying in blissful release.
As if on cue, my Apple Watch chimed with a text from my wife: Can you pick up Cheerios on the way home, babe?
A moment of clarity gripped me as I stared down at my cock, still inside the boy, his cunt wet with my warm cum. What the fuck was happening? What the fuck had I just done? I quickly extracted my spent cock from the boy’s cunt, watching with a mix of satisfaction and guilt as my pearly load streamed from his wrecked hole.
I quickly stuffed my wet dick back into my pants, wordlessly leaving the boy on the bed—a used toy to be discarded and forgotten. Throwing myself into my truck, I sped out of the driveway, not giving a shit that I neglected to get a signature on the repair order.
Unexpectedly, the boy’s house was on my schedule again the next day. I radioed into dispatch, assuming there had to be a mistake. No, I was told, the customer had yet another cable box that wasn’t working.
That afternoon, flat on my back with my arms propped behind my head, the boy straddled me and rode my big dick. Grinding on my cock like he was riding a bucking bronco, he took three of my loads up his eager ass.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
