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[your-beard-got-my-attention]

[twisted-talez]

“What’s up, dude?” my new, hot-as-fuck neighbor acknowledged me with a quick nod as I joined him in the elevator. He had just worked out in our building’s gym and looked like sex on a stick with his manly beard, his muscles pumped, a faint sheen of post-workout sweat coating his hairy body. Jesus, I wanted him. 

“I’m—I’m Kirk,” I stammered, extending my hand, my eyes appraising every inch of his glorious body. “We haven’t met yet. I live on the same floor as you and your wife.”

“Reese,” he introduced himself, grasping my hand in an Alpha-male death grip. “And she’s not my wife—she’s just my girlfriend.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I floundered, hitting the elevator button for our floor. “I just assumed you two are married because she looked to be—”

“Pregnant,” he cut me off. “Yeah—she’s six months. Fuck my life, right?”

“Right,” I smiled awkwardly. 

“What’s your deal?” Reese asked, his right eyebrow cocked. “You married, have a girlfriend?”

“Oh—god no,” I laughed. “I’m actually gay and, I know this probably sounds bad, but I have no interest in a long-term relationship.”

“You’d rather just sleep around?” he inquired, eyeing me up and down. “Fuck any guy you want?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged, for he had hit the nail on the head. “Is it fucked up that I prefer random hookups over a relationship?”

“Not at all,” he sympathized. “I was just like you—fucking around a lot—which is how I got stuck living with the bitch I knocked up.”

My jaw dropped at his admission, but before I could say anything, we arrived at our floor, the elevator doors opening. Reese extended his palm outward, signaling for me to exit before him.

“Which apartment are you?” he inquired as we walked down the hall. He was so close behind me that I could feel his warm breath at my neck.

“I’m in 642, just a couple doors down from you and your—uh—girlfriend,” I answered. “Feel free to drop by anytime if you need anything.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Reese replied halfheartedly, his key in his door. “See you around maybe.”

Back in my apartment, I poured myself a glass of wine and queued up the next episode of Severance. I had barely made it to the opening credits, when a rapid knock came at my door. A quick glance through the peephole revealed Reese, still shirtless, his arms crossed over his hairy pecs in an impatient stance.

“You said that I could stop by if I needed anything?” he ventured as I opened the door, his one eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, sure. What can I—?”

But before I could finish, Reese pushed me through the doorway, the door slamming behind us. His muscular arms pulled me into him, his meaty hand traveling down the back of my shorts, searching for my hole.

“What I need,” he hissed in my ear, “is to get my big dick inside you.”

His thick finger pushed into me, probing my hole as he pulled down my shorts to my ankles. We had made it as far as my living room, where he spun me around, bending me over the side of the couch, my face pushed into the cushions. I looked back as he pulled down the front of his shorts, his nine-incher raging hard, eager to be buried in me.

He had removed his finger and was already pushing the rounded head of his cock against the pink folds of my sphincter. Was he intending to dry fuck me?

“Dude,” I begged. “You’re big as fuck. I’m gonna need some lube to get you in me. I’ve got some in my bedroom.”

But he ignored me, hawking a wad of saliva onto my hole, rubbing it into my sphincter with his cock head. And then, grabbing me by the hips—BAM—he was inside me.

“FUCK,” I cried out, my hole torn in two, a white-hot pain blinding me. I hadn’t been spit fucked since losing my virginity to my drunk uncle on a camping trip, his breath laced with beer as he pounded his load into me. And this hurt every bit as much as that time—possibly more. 

“Dude,” I tried to stop him. “Spit on it some more. My hole is too fucking dry.”

Thankfully, Reese complied, pulling out of me enough to hawk a second wad of saliva onto his thick shaft before pushing back into me. The additional spit helped, his cock gliding easily inside me, routing my depths. It had been awhile since I’d taken a cock that big, and I reveled in the fullness inside me.

“You like my ass?” I implored, seeking affirmation from him. “You like having that big dick in me?”

“Shit, man,” he exhaled, delivering some deep strokes. “It feels fucking incredible. It’s been a long time since I fucked a dude. I’d forgotten how much better it feels—how much tighter.”

“And you can cum in me,” I added, his balls slapping my ass. “Shoot that load up my ass.”

“Fuck that’s hot,” he replied, pounding me harder.

He raised himself onto the balls of his feet as he tilted my ass. The angle was incredible, his cock pounding my inner sphincter. His hands wrapped around my torso as he bent forward, pulling me into him, our bodies pressed together. Over and over he pummeled me, his sweaty, hairy chest rubbing against my back, his thick beard scratching my shoulder, driving me wild.

“OH FUCK,” he announced urgently, his big cock swelling inside me, pressing against the walls of my fuck canal.  “OH SHIT—I’m gonna shoot—FUCK—SHIT.”

His body convulsed, his cock throbbing inside me, his warm load shooting into my depths. I wondered if it felt the same for his girlfriend when he dumped his load in her, his seed charging to her womb, germinating inside her. Comparatively, his swimmers would experience a futile mission in my barren bowels.

“Damn, I needed that,” he pulled out of me abruptly, slapping me on the ass while his pearly cum streamed from the gaping cavern that was once my hole. 

“You’re welcome to clean up or shower, if you like,” I offered, my face still buried in the couch cushions, my ravaged body immobile. “There’s soap and towels in my bathroom.”

“Nah, I’m good,” Reese shrugged, pulling up his athletic shorts, stuffing his wet cock back into them as he returned to my front door. “See you around, bro.”

Weak on my legs, I ambled to my bedroom, crashing onto my bed. As I drifted off to a blissful, post-coital sleep, his load still leaking from me, I wondered if Reese might want to fuck me again soon. I didn’t have to wonder for long.

I was pouring myself a cup of coffee the next morning, my abused hole still puffy and sore, when another rapid knock came to my door. The peephole revealed Reese once again. 

“You interested in a quick fuck before I head to work?” he pushed inside my apartment as I opened the door, dragging me back to the couch. “I work better if I can dump a load before I start my day.”

“We don’t have to fuck on the couch,” I implored, as he bent me over the side again. “Wouldn’t you rather fuck me in my bed—with some lube?”

“Your bed?” he scoffed, hawking a wad of spit onto his big cock. “Why would I want to do that? I’m not your fucking boyfriend.”

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

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[potent-virility]

[twisted-talez]

I will never forget the look upon the hairy daddy’s face, his muscular arm stretched behind his head just after I had seeded his furry hole. Jesus, he was an incredible fuck, taking my big cock like his cunt was made for me. I had hooked up with countless hairy daddies from the gym, but this DILF would prove to be truly unforgettable. 

Although I was young, straight(ish), and had a girlfriend, I loved nothing more than fucking a hot, hairy, muscular daddy. Bonus points if he had a beard. So when a new, bearded, hairy DILF showed up at the gym late one afternoon, I knew I had to get my big cock inside his hairy hole. And from the way the daddy was checking me out, I knew I had a chance.

“You new to the gym?” I broke the ice when we were alone in the sauna, my eyes drinking in his delicious body, flimsy towels covering our junk. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“Yeah, I’m just here on a day pass,” he explained. “I’m in town for the weekend visiting family. I’ve spent the last four hours cramped in a stuffy airplane, and needed a workout,” he shared while looking straight at my tenting towel.

“You married?” I inquired, not seeing a wedding band on him. 

“Nah—not anymore,” he smiled deviously. “I left my wife about ten years ago. I’m sure you can guess why I divorced her,” he licked his lips, staring at my crotch again. 

“You’re fucking hot,” I declared, seeing no reason to beat around the bush any further. I then reached over and caressed his furry pecs. “I love all this man fur you’ve got.”

“Thanks,” he winked, sliding his hand under my towel and stroking my hard cock. “You’re young enough to be my son, but I’m flattered you’re into me. I could really use some dick. My hotel is right across the street. Want to come fuck my ass with that big cock?”

Twenty minutes later, I was balls deep in his furry hole upon his hotel bed. He wanted me missionary so that I could dominate him. His muscular, hairy legs were wrapped around my meaty ass, my cock routing his warm depths. Christ, the daddy knew how to take a big dick. 

“Fuck, your big cock feels so good up my ass,” he moaned in ecstasy, rocking his pelvis, matching my rhythm. “I can’t believe I’m being topped by such a hot, young stud. You have a girlfriend?” he inquired. 

“Yes,” I nodded, treating his hole to some deep, steady strokes. “We’ve been together about a year now.”

“Damn,” he exclaimed. “I bet she loves creaming on your big cock.” 

“Yeah, she fucking loves my big dick,” I acknowledged. “She jumped my bones on our first date, begging me to raw dog her and smash her pussy with my big one. Thank god for Plan B,” I laughed. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he exclaimed, his hands on my ass, pulling me deeper into his greedy cunt. “I want you to breed me, just like that bitch you’ve got. Seed my hole like you seed her pussy.”

Emboldened by his desire to be bred, I picked up the pace and began to pummel his ass at a dizzying pace. I was jackhammering him hard, the headboard of the hotel bed banging the wall in sync with the rhythmic slap of my balls against his hole. I couldn’t hold back, ready to empty my balls inside him. 

“You want my load?” I demanded, thrusting deep in his bowels. “You want me to seed this hairy hole?”

“YES,” he screamed, locking his sphincter around the base of my swollen shaft. “Dump that load in me.”

“You’re about to get your wish,” I assured him, my balls throbbing, the pressure in my shaft building. “FUCK—Here it comes—OH SHIT—Yeah, take my fuckin’ nut—FUCK—SHIT.”

“Mmm, yeah,” he moaned, my load flooding his guts. “Breed me just like you breed your bitch. Your cum is so warm inside me.”

When my balls reached empty, my spent cock slowly going soft, I pulled out of the daddy. Sitting back on my knees, I admired the hot, hairy bod that I had just fucked. I watched proudly as my pearly load dripped from his gaping, hairy hole.

“That was fucking hot, man,” he exhaled as he stretched and put one arm behind his head. “I wish you could stay for another round, but I gotta get in the shower now. I’m having dinner with my daughter tonight. She just got engaged and I’m meeting her fiancé for the first time.”

I turned white. It felt like I’d just been kicked in the stomach, the air knocked out of me. It couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be true.

“Wait. Is your daughter named Becca?” I demanded, terror in my voice. “Oh, Christ. Are you Mr. Bannerman?!”

The look of horror upon his face confirmed my worst fears.

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

[josefksays]

[twisted-talez]

“Fuck, you’re big,” he exhaled, his eyes closed, his sphincter tensing as I pushed my eight-incher all the way into his greedy cunt. Christ, it felt good to be inside a warm hole again. I had promised my girlfriend that I wouldn’t fuck other girls while she was out of town—but I never said anything about her little brother.

“I’m mad at you,” Kayla pouted dramatically as we FaceTimed while 4,000 miles apart, the Eiffel Tower in the background as she sipped a café au lait at a sidewalk café. “You broke your promise.”

Kayla was into her second week of a summer internship at a prestigious French fashion publication. Whereas, my only plans for my summer home from college were going to parties, drinking beer, and jacking off to porn.

“Babe. I swear to you—nothing happened with Brittany,” I insisted, assuming why Kayla was mad. “She totally ambushed me at Jake’s party, posting all those selfies on Insta of us. But nothing happened.”

In truth, Brittany had offered up her easy snatch to me at the party, but I turned her down. Though I desperately needed some pussy, I couldn’t make a move without it getting reported back to Kayla. She had eyes everywhere on me.

“Brittany? Eww—I know you’d never fuck that skank,” Kayla laughed. “She’s so fucking desperate. I’m not at all mad about her Insta posts.”

“Then what are you mad about?”

“I’m mad about Teddy.”

“Teddy—your brother?”

“Yes,” Kayla nodded, taking another sip of coffee. “You promised me that you’d hang out with him this summer, but you haven’t even texted him yet. He has no friends and he’s got nothing to do all day while my parents are at work.”

“Kayla, Teddy is not a child—he’s eighteen years old,” I spat indignantly. “I shouldn’t have to go have a fucking play date with him because he’s not good at making friends. That’s not my problem.”

“Well, it will be your problem when I refuse to suck your dick anymore.”

“Babe,” I pleaded. “Don’t be like that.”

“Just go hang with Teddy, okay?”

“Fine,” I acquiesced. “I’ll go by your house today.”

The truth was, I hated the idea of hanging with Teddy. Having nothing in common, we were polar opposites of each other. I liked watching and playing sports. Teddy liked watching HGTV and making TikTok videos. I lived for pussy. And Teddy, well, Teddy lived for dick. What the fuck was I supposed to do with him?

“What up, bitch?” he greeted me at the door wearing a halter top and a pair of hot pink shorts pilfered from Kayla’s closet, the word JUICY emblazoned across his tight ass.

“Dude. I’ve asked you not to call me bitch.”

“And I’ve asked you not to call me dude.”

“Fair enough,” I agreed, following him inside. “Let’s just try to get along for Kayla’s sake, okay?”

“Fine,” he shrugged. “You want something to drink—a Coke or a beer?”

“I’ll take a beer,” I replied, taking a seat on the living room couch, hoping a mild buzz would take off the edge I always felt around Teddy.

He returned quickly from the kitchen, sashaying like a runway model. Teddy had a Coke for him and a beer for me, poured into a frosty glass.

“Wow,” I exclaimed in jest, taking the beer from him. “This is really full service.”

“I love to provide—service,” Teddy winked.

Ignoring his rather obvious flirtation, I got Teddy talking about his favorite topic, which is any of the Real Housewives series airing on Bravo. I saved the latest Taylor Swift album for backup conversation.

My mind wandered while he prattled on and on, remembering the time I fucked Kayla in the Juicy shorts he was wearing, my cock sliding up the open leg because she didn’t want to undress with her parents downstairs. A glob of my cum had dripped onto the hem of her shorts when I pulled off the condom, which made Kayla mad.

“Are you even listening to me?” Teddy barked, snapping me back to the present.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” I apologized feebly. “I was just thinking about your sister.”

“I can see that,” Teddy stated, eyeing my tented shorts. Thinking about fucking Kayla in her room, her creaming on my big cock with her parents downstairs, had given me a raging boner.

“There’s nothing to see,” I insisted, my hand covering my crotch.

“There’s actually a lot to see,” he licked his lips, his eyes still fixated on my package. “You’re hung like fuck—I’ve seen it.”

“You’ve never seen my dick,” I spat indignantly.

“That’s what you think,” he winked, pulling out his phone, scrolling through at least a dozen dick pics that I’d texted to Kayla. He paused on one photo in particular with my load fanned up my abs after jerking myself off. I had texted the naughty photo to Kayla the night before with the caption: Thinking of you.

“Where the fuck did you get these pics?” I demanded.

“I lifted them from Kayla’s iCloud,” he laughed sadistically. “She never changes her password.”

“Dude. Those pics are private. They were meant for Kayla only. You can’t—”

“I want you to fuck me,” Teddy interrupted.

“The fuck?!”

“I want you to fuck me,” he repeated firmly.

“Dude. I’m not gonna fuck you.”

“It’s not fair—Kayla gets everything,” Teddy declared angrily. “She has a hot, hung boyfriend to fuck her whenever she wants. Whereas, I have to scrounge for cock down at the park, hoping some balding, married guy with a beer belly will grunt his load into me in a dirty men’s room stall.”

“Dude. That’s not my problem,” I spat.

“Stop calling me dude,” he admonished.

“Fine.”

“Look,” Teddy continued, his voice calmer. “We both have a problem. I need some dick, and you need a warm hole. Don’t deny it. I’m sure you’re tired of having to jack yourself off while Kayla is gone.”

I didn’t want to admit it, but Teddy was right. I was already tired of rubbing my dick raw several times a day. Kayla was somewhat of a nympho, her voracious appetite for sex a perfect match for mine. We fucked more than we did anything else together. And with her away for the entire summer, my balls weren’t going to survive.

But could I fuck her little brother? I didn’t want to admit it, but he kind of looked like Kayla in those clothes—the same lithe body, minus her long hair and bouncy breasts. Teddy’s voice and mannerisms were even just like hers. The thought of fucking a guy had never crossed my mind. But this scenario was different. I could fuck Teddy and just pretend that he was Kayla. A warm hole is a warm hole.

“I dunno, Teddy,” I feigned indifference, not yet wanting to show my cards. “Fucking my girlfriend’s little brother is kinda fucked up.”

“Look, I know Kayla’s got you on a tight leash,” Teddy presented his argument. “We both know there’s no way you’re gonna be able to last all summer without some pussy. But as soon as you dump your load in some easy, willing bitch, Kayla’s gonna find out about it.”

“True,” I conceded. “But how is fucking you any different?”

“Because I’m safe—nobody would find out,” Teddy insisted. “Kayla would kill me if she found out I was giving my ass up to you. So you know I’m not gonna tell anyone.”

Teddy had a point. There was security within the shared risk between us. Furthermore, nobody would ever think that I would fuck a dude—especially Kayla’s little brother. And Kayla was the one who insisted that I spend time with her brother. It was the perfect crime. I could get my balls drained, and no one would suspect a thing.

“One last offer to sweeten the deal,” Teddy interrupted my train of thought. “You can fuck me raw and shoot that load up my ass.”

Fucking raw sealed the deal. Kayla never let me raw dog her, always scared of getting knocked up. This was my chance to finally enjoy the satisfaction of fucking without a latex noose choking my thick shaft, the reservoir tip catching my cum.

“Fuck it—let’s do it,” I announced, standing up, eager to get the deed done. “You want to bend over the couch? Or I could fuck you up against that wall?”

“How about my bed?” Teddy offered, grabbing me by the hand and leading me up the stairs. His hand felt just like Kayla’s when in mine. I wondered if his cunt would feel just like hers. I would soon find out.

“I want you to fuck me from behind, at the edge of the bed,” Teddy instructed as we stripped down in his room, a butterfly quilt hung over his bed. “You’ll be able to go really deep that way.”

I took in his hairless body, his pubes shaved just like Kayla’s. I imagined them sharing the same razor in the shower, a thought that was both sick and arousing at the same time.

Climbing on the bed, Teddy positioned himself on all fours, presenting his pink cunt to me. At least I wouldn’t have to look at his face, deluding myself into thinking I was fucking Kayla. And if I ignored his floppy cock and balls hanging beneath his hole, his cunt didn’t look much different than Kayla’s. In fact it looked better—tighter.

“Jesus, you’re hung,” he marveled, his head turned back towards me, taking in my hard cock as I pulled off my shorts. “It’s even bigger than in those dick pics you sent Kayla. There’s some lube there on the dresser. I’m gonna need a lot of it to get that big thing in me.”

Grabbing the lube, I greased up my cock, sliding it in and out of my fist. My emotions were mixed. I wanted to fuck Teddy, but also wanted to beat the shit out of him. And so, I decided to combine the two. His ass would be destroyed by the time I was done with him.

“Get that big cock in me,” he begged as I stepped up to the edge of the bed, my cock in my fist. Standing behind him, I pushed my big cock head into the pink folds of his anus.

“Fuck, you’re big,” he exhaled, his eyes closed, his sphincter tensing as I pushed my eight-incher all the way into his greedy cunt. “Start slow, okay?” he begged, gripping the bedspread, my balls mashed against his hole.

But I ignored Teddy. He wasn’t my girlfriend. I didn’t need to be romantic and tender. I wasn’t there to make love to him. Teddy was a fuck toy, plain and simple. And I was going to fuck him like one.

“Jesus,” he gasped, the bed shaking violently under him as I jackhammered his quivering cunt. “You’re a fuck machine.”

The term was apt. Mechanically, I fucked him, my big cock a piston as I rammed in and out of his depths at a frenzied pace. It felt so good to fuck with no consideration for the hole I was abusing. In that moment, Teddy meant nothing to me. He was just an inanimate object—an open vessel in which to deposit my seed.

“Cum in me,” he begged. “Shoot that big load in me.”

“Nah,” I lied, my cock routing his depths. “You’re not good enough for my cum. I’m gonna pull out and cum all over your pretty bedspread.”

“No,” he pleaded. “I want to feel your warm load inside me. Please cum up my ass.”

I made no promise as I pushed his face into the mattress, tilting his ass even higher. The angle afforded me unparalleled depth, my big cock probing further into his void. I had never fucked this deep with Kayla or any other bitch.

“FUCK,” Teddy cried, his sphincter gripping me, milking me. “You’re so fucking deep.”

The experience was overwhelming, pressure building in my balls. My shaft began to swell, my cock throbbing. There was no turning back.

“FUCK—SHIT,” I grunted, my load spewing into Teddy’s void, my cock pulsing inside him.

“Holy fuck—I can feel you cumming,” Teddy marveled as I granted his wish, breeding his ass, filling him to the brim with my warm seed.

“Jesus, I needed that,” I exhaled, pulling out of Teddy, my pearly load dripping from his wrecked cunt and down the back of his ballsack. Weak on my legs, I collapsed on my back next to him.

“Mmm—I want a taste,” Teddy declared, rolling over and eyeing my cum-slicked dick. Deftly, he took me into his mouth, licking and sucking my spent cock until it was squeaky clean.

Miraculously, I was still hard. Straddling me, Teddy sat on my cock, taking me balls deep into his used, puffy hole. Riding me hard, cowboy style, Teddy milked another load out of me—and then another.

An hour later, with four loads total drained from my depleted balls, I left Teddy upon his bed, his cunt a pulverized mess. He made me promise to return the next day, but there was really no need for promises. With Kayla gone for the summer, I finally had a worthy substitute for her pussy. And in all honesty, his cunt put hers to shame.

“Teddy told me you stopped by today,” Kayla smiled when she FaceTimed me when I got home. It was late night in Paris, the Eiffel Tower twinkling in the distance. “He said you two really hit it off and had an awesome time.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Teddy is a lot of fun. I definitely got to know him on a much deeper level,” I confessed, trying to suppress a laugh. “And he’s so giving. I got the feeling he’d do just about anything for me.”

“That’s fantastic,” Kayla beamed. “Teddy mentioned you’re already getting together again tomorrow. Is that right?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed. “But I was thinking of bringing a few buds with me next time. Maybe Tyler, Brax, and Preston. I think they’d really enjoy tagging—oops, I mean hanging—with Teddy.”

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

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[keepthechesthair]

[twisted-talez]

“Mikey?” the supremely hot Nate Branson answered the door with a look of confusion on his face, the morning sun illuminating every detail of his muscular, hairy body. His cum-gutter lower abs disappeared into his plaid boxers, which hugged his meaty thighs. Christ, I wanted him. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought Joey might want to hang out this morning, maybe play some Xbox,” I announced, offering up my best fake smile. 

“I’m sorry, Mikey,” he shook his head, scratching his scruffy beard. “Joey is up in Dallas for the weekend with his mom, visiting his grandparents. Didn’t he tell you?”

“I totally forgot,” I lied, smacking my palm to my forehead. “I’m such an idiot.”

“It’s really okay,” Mr. Branson smiled, beginning to close the door. “I’ll let Joey know you stopped by.”

“Wait,” I stopped him, floundering. “What are you up to today?”

“Uh—I’m really busy, Mikey. I was just about to jump in the shower before heading up to Home Depot. Brenda left me a honey-do list that’s a mile long.”

“Well—can I help?” I offered hopefully. 

“Nah,” he dismissed, beginning to close the door again. “It’s a one-man job. But, like I said, I’ll tell Joey you were here.”

“Please, Mr. Branson,” I begged, inserting my foot in the door. “My parents are fighting again,” I lied mercilessly. “It got really ugly last night. Can I just crash here for a little while? I promise to stay out of your hair.”

“Mikey, I’m so sorry,” he consoled, his voice tender. “I thought your parents had worked things out ages ago. Of course you can crash here for awhile. Come on in.”

My first objective was accomplished—getting Mr. Branson to invite me inside. My next move was going to be a bit trickier—getting Mr. Branson to fuck my ass. 

I know what you’re thinking. It would be abject suicide to show up to a buddy’s house and offer up my ass to his hot dad. I’m not an idiot. I wasn’t looking to get beat up or ridiculed, for I happened to possess some information that worked in my favor. 

Joey once confided to me that his mom caught his dad looking at gay porn—hardcore man on man fucking, I was told. His parents had a big fight, they went to couples counseling, and his dad promised it was just a phase. 

Being into guys is never just a phase, I knew firsthand. Armed with this knowledge, I pursued Mr. Branson unabashedly, finding myself alone in the house with him thanks to a few white lies. 

“Have a seat in the living room,” Mr. Branson gestured to the couch, grabbing the remote to turn on the TV for me. “You want ESPN?”

“Sure, that’d be great. Thanks, Mr. Branson.”

“You can drop the mister shit, Mikey,” he laughed. “You’re a man now. You can call me Nate.”

“Okay—Nate,” I said his name bashfully. We were already getting intimate with each other. 

“Joey said your 18th birthday party last month was a blast,” he tried to make small talk. “Laser tag, right?”

“Yeah, it was totally cool.”

“Listen—uh—I really need to get in the shower and get up to Home Depot,” he announced. “You gonna be okay alone here with some TV?”

“Absolutely, Nate,” I smiled, his first name warm in my mouth like a shot of cum. 

“Help yourself to anything you want in the fridge,” he offered, heading toward his bedroom. “Just don’t drink my beer. Your mom would have my balls.”

If only he knew that it was his balls and not his beer that brought me there that morning. I channel surfed, as I was too much of a pussy to have admitted that I hate ESPN. Eventually, I heard the shower running in the back part of the house, water coursing through the pipes in the walls. It was time to make my move. 

I entered his bedroom, the shower blasting in the bathroom, the image of his beefy body silhouetted in the frosted glass. Stripping off my clothes, tossing them in a corner, I made a beeline for his bed table. I opened the drawer.

A hair brush, tampons, Bioré anti-aging serum, hair scrunchies. Shit. Wrong side of the bed. I moved to the opposite bed table.

Keys, wallet, cell phone, loose change, a pack of matches. Where was it? It had to be there—every man keeps it by his bed. Reaching into the back of the drawer, I made contact, pulling out a bottle of Astroglide with a rubber cock ring stuck to it. Tossing the cock ring back into the drawer and closing it, I began to apply an ample dose of lube to my hole, slathering it all up in there.

The shower turned off sooner than I expected. Fuck. I had to hurry. Climbing atop the bed, I positioned myself on all fours and waited. This was the moment of truth.

Nate took forever to towel dry in there, humming Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit to himself, which was oddly appropriate. He brushed his teeth, gargled with some Scope. Jesus, man. The wait was killing me. And then it happened.

“What the FUCK?” Nate barked, finding me on the bed, my eager ass available to him. “Mikey, what the fuck is this?”

“Fuck me,” I begged widening my stance, presenting my cunt to him, open and ready for business.

“I’m not gonna fuck you, Mikey,” he persisted.

“Please,” I begged.  

“Sit up, Mikey,” he commanded, picking me up forcefully off the bed with one strong arm and plopping my ass down on the edge of the bed. He took a seat next to me, a damp towel wrapped around his waist. “Now tell me what the fuck is going on here.”

“I want to get laid,” I sobbed, trying not to fall apart—my perfect plan blown to pieces. “I don’t want to go off to college still a virgin, and I thought maybe—maybe you could—”

“Pop your cherry,” Nate smirked, trying to suppress a laugh.

“Yeah,” I admitted, my ego deflating.

“Listen, Mikey. You’re a great kid,” he began, “but there are so many reasons why we shouldn’t fuck.”

“Such as—?”

“First, our age difference,” Nate began. “I’m old enough to be your father.”

“I don’t care. I think older guys are hot.”

“That’s nice to hear, but you also happen to be my son’s best friend. That’s a bit fucked up.”

“I would never tell Joey,” I pleaded. “I’d be mortified if he found out. It would be our secret.”

“Look, I think you need to go home,” Nate announced, standing up from the bed. “Let’s get you dressed.”

“Fine,” I spat. “I’m just gonna go downtown to that seedy park by the old post office. They say horny guys cruise there all the time. I’ll find some old guy to pop my cherry, dump a load in me before he goes home to his wife.” I was laying it on thick.

“Mikey,” he sat back down, his hand rubbing my back. “You can’t do that. I’ve  been down that road—nasty sex in seedy parks with questionable guys. You don’t want your first time to be like that. You’ll regret it.”

“Then help me,” I begged. “Why can’t you fuck me? Am I that grotesque?”

“Grotesque?” he laughed. “You’re cute as fuck, and you know it. I’d be lying if I said those thoughts hadn’t crept into my mind, especially the way you look at me at times. I’m not blind.”

“Then fuck me.” I sounded like a broken record.

“Look, I’m not gonna promise to fuck you,” he began, his resolve melting. “But maybe we can explore our bodies a bit, see where the road takes us. I’m not the kind of guy to jump into bed right away. I like to test the waters first.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, unsure where things were going.

But Nate didn’t answer, instead his hand caressed my cheek and then moved behind my head, pulling his lips to mine. And then we kissed. Holy fuck. It was like fireworks. His tender lips on mine, his tongue darting into my mouth, dancing with my tongue. And he tasted fucking amazing. 

My hands went to his body, feeling up his hairy chest and washboard abs as we continued to kiss, lips smacking, tongues fucking. My hands undid his towel, his big cock springing to attention.

“Holy shit,” I gasped my lips pulling away from his. “You’re hung like fuck.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he smiled reaching for my hard cock, tugging on it. 

“I’m not as thick as you,” I observed, my fist unable to circle his girth.

“Most men aren’t,” he laughed, stretching back on the bed. “You can suck me some, if you want. That usually gets me in the mood to fuck.”

Overjoyed at the invitation, I dove into his cock, yet failed to take him all the way down my throat. Resigned to not yet have that level of skill, I proceeded to suck him, massaging his balls as I swirled my tongue around his fat cock head.

“That feels so good,” Nate exhaled, flat on his back, his hands caressing my head as I gobbled and bobbed up and down on his big dick. He allowed me to enjoy his cock, exploring every inch of it with my tongue as he moaned and exhaled on the bed in response. But I sensed he was ready to mix things up.

“My turn,” he announced, sitting up, as he tossed me back on the bed like a rag doll. He got between my knees and started to suck me, easily taking all of me down his talented throat.

“Jesus, you know hot to suck a dick,” I exhaled, stretching my arms up over my head.

“I picked up a few tricks in my fraternity days,” he winked, pausing before delivering some steady strokes, my balls already contracting, having never felt anything so amazing.

“Uh—if you keep that up,” I warned urgently, “I’m gonna bust very soon.”

“Oh, to be 18 again,” he laughed, stopping abruptly. “We can’t have you blowing your wad too soon. I’ve got more in store for you.”

Abandoning my cock, Nate’s mouth moved down to my balls, sucking and tugging on them gently before continuing along my taint and finally resting on my hole.  Pushing my knees apart, he raised my ass and dove his tongue into my sphincter. 

“Christ. How much lube do you have all up in here?” he winced, withdrawing his tongue from my hole and wiping his mouth and tongue on the sheet under me. “It’s like half a bottle of Astroglide.”

“Sorry,” I apologized sheepishly as he grabbed a length of sheet and wiped my hole clean. “I didn’t want it to hurt when you fucked me.”

“Trust me, when I’m done eating you out, my big cock won’t hurt one bit,” he slapped my ass playfully before diving back into my cunt, his tongue probing my sphincter relentlessly. The sensation was phenomenal, unlike anything I had ever experienced. My toes curled, my breathing quickened. 

He rested my legs upon his broad, muscular shoulders as he ate me out for a good twenty minutes. He was ravenous, and I was his buffet. Every now and then he would insert one or two fingers, opening me up, readying me for his cock. It felt amazing, but I was ready for the main attraction.

“You still want me to fuck you?” Nate teased, rising above me, his hands pushing me knees into my chest.  “You still want this big cock inside you?”

“Yes, I begged. “Fuck me.”

“I’m gonna start slow,” he promised, pushing the tip of his cock against the pink folds of my cunt. “You might feel a little bit of pressure as I—”

“FUCK,” I screamed, grabbing his forearms as he plunged into me, balls deep in one thrust. “JESUS CHRIST.”

“Sorry,” he laughed sadistically. “It’s better to get it over with quick the first time.  Rip the bandage off, so they say. It’ll be easier next time, I promise, now that your cherry’s been popped.”

I wasn’t sure there would be a next time. The pain was unreal—a white, hot poker in my bowels. But that wasn’t the real problem.

“Oh, SHIT,” I gritted my teeth, his entire cock still buried inside me. “I think I have to—I think I’m gonna—”

“Take a dump?” he hit the nail on the head.

“Yeah,” I winced, tensing inside, frightened that I was going to kill the mood by pushing his cock out of me with a massive load of shit. 

“Nah, that’s just your brain playing tricks on you,” Nate assured me. “It happens to a lot of guys at first. Just take a deep breath and it’ll pass.”

I did as told, breathing in and out, adjusting to the fullness of his big cock inside of me. The pain relented, the pressure subsiding along with my urge to shit. Nate’s cock was starting to feel good inside me, really good. He could tell as my sphincter relaxed my grip on him, a hedonistic smile spreading across my face.

“You feeling good, Mikey?” he asked, slowly moving in and out of me. “You think you’re ready to be fucked?”

“Yeah,” I smiled, licking my lips. “Fucking give it to me.”

“I’m gonna do my best,” he promised. “But I’m warning you—it’s gonna be a quick ride. I can’t last long in this tight cunt. I already feel like I’m having to hold back.” I was fine with that, not sure how long I could handle his big dick. 

Nate then directed me to hold my legs open as he planked on top of me, his muscular arms pushing into the bed on either side of me. He promised I would love that particular angle, that he could go deep and really get my prostate good, whatever that meant. I soon found out.

Rapidly, he began to pummel my hole, drilling me over and over again, deeper and deeper. The feeling was out of this world. My cock started to respond by going from semi-hard to rock hard in a matter of seconds, precum dripping from the tip.

“I can see that I’m getting you good,” he observed, staring down at my hard cock as it rubbed against his washboard abs.  Christ, it all felt so amazing. So good, in fact, that I soon realized I was going to cum.

“I’m gonna bust,” I announced urgently, cum rising in my shaft. Neither of us were even touching my cock, but the intense pleasure of having Nate’s big dick in me had brought me to the brink.

“Hang on,” he cautioned, pounding me harder, his cock swelling inside me. “I’m almost there. Let’s bust together.”

“I can’t hold it any longer,” I cried, the pressure mounting. “FUCK,” I shouted, my cock spraying my pearly load all over Nate’s hairy abs and raining back down on me as he continued to drill me.

“I’m right there with you, Mikey,” he announced, his body beginning to shutter.  “FUCK—SHIT,” he grunted, his cock detonating in my bowels, throbbing over and over as his balls emptied in my previously unchartered void. I was overwhelmed. Wrapping my legs around him, my hands moved to his sweaty back as he collapsed upon me, panting at my ear.

We stayed that way for what felt like an eternity with Nate’s breathing slowly returning to normal, his cock going soft inside me. He finally pulled out, an evacuation of cum escaping my wrecked hole, puddling on the sheet under me. 

“That was fucking incredible,” Nate marveled, licking some of my own cum off my abdomen and sharing it with me in a deep kiss. My salty cum swirled from his tongue to mine.

“I—uh—I guess I better get going,” I hesitated, finally getting off the bed. “I know you still need to get to Home Depot.”

“Can I make a confession?” Nate asked, an impish smile on his face. “I lied about Home Depot. I just said that to get rid of you this morning.”

“Asshole,” I scolded playfully. I didn’t confess my own deception that morning—the lie that my parents were fighting. “Well, don’t worry. I won’t overstay my welcome.”

“Look, Mikey,” Nate stopped me, grabbing my arm. “I don’t like the idea of you going back home if your parents are at odds. Why don’t you stay here for the weekend? Joey and his mom won’t be back until late Sunday night. I’m sure we can—uh—enjoy each other in the meantime.”

“Really?” I beamed.  

“Yeah,” Nate smiled broadly. “I don’t mean to brag, but I’m a fairly talented bottom, too. Get a few beers in me, and I’ll let you tap this ass all night long.”

HOLY fucking CHRIST.

“That—that sounds great,” I stammered, feeling like I just won the lottery. “I just gotta take care of one thing,” I announced pulling out my phone.

“Mom, I’m gonna hang with Joey at his house this weekend,” I texted. “His dad says it’s OK.”

“OK,” Mom texted back quickly. “Just don’t get into any trouble.”

Yeah, right.

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I knew he'd get in trouble if I said anything, I didn't think he would take me seriously when I told him I had a thing for doctors. That I thought he was hot and his girlfriend was lucky to get to sleep with him. Sometimes I'm a little too bold for my own good.

"She hasn't been taking care of me," he said and pulled his scrubs down. "I'm so horny lately I can't even think."

Month after month I've come to him telling him about all my sexual activity. All the random cock I've sucked in bars, cars, and married guys homes. He knew more about my sex life than anyone, he had to, he helped keep me safe.

"Are you sure?" I said and got off the chair and ran my hands up his thighs as I knelt in front of him.

"No, I'm not..." He said, he was breathing fast.

"It's between us," I assured him. "You need this, and that's okay."

"I do," he said with a sigh.

I grabbed his waistband and he lifted up so I could pull his underwear down. His balls hung between his legs and his dick was already getting hard. He had a nice one, thicker than most I had seen.

I picked up his cock and aimed it for my mouth and closed around it. He started breathing heavily as I started sucking on him. His dick was nearly instantly hard as I serviced him. The man needed this, and I was happy to help. He never judged me for all the stories I told him. Looking back it may have helped open his eyes on how easy sex should be.

I felt his hand on the back of my head, he pushed me down as he raised his hips up. He slowly fucked me in the mouth. He seemed desperate for this and he had me, the perfect patient, to do this.

"Bend over," he said getting up and grabbing the lube from the drawer.

I leaned over the examination table and he was behind me in a flash, I felt his hand smearing lube all over my hole and his cock was pressing at it just as quickly. The paper crinkled as I braced myself for what was next. He pushed forward and my ass opened and began to take him.

"Oh fuck," he sighed and laid on top of me, his face right next to mine, his warm breath on my cheek.

He inserted his cock in a smooth steady pace until I felt his stomach and legs pressing against me. I was stretched around his fat cock and he didn't seem to regret anything of what he was doing.

"I could lose everything," he began to say.

"I know, shh, you won't," I assured him. "You have needs, I'm just returning a favor."

"Oh god, I'm so fucking stupid," he got after himself, his cock was hard and he was beginning to move his hips back and forth.

"You're a man, just be a man," I turned back and told him.

"Fuck, I am," he agreed and gripped my hip and began to fuck himself down into me.

My legs slightly spread, I felt him begin pounding my willing hole. I knew I couldn't be loud and muffled my moans as he used me and my ass. He pushed his face against mine and pushed all the way in and held for a second before standing up and pulling me back into him as he thrust forward.

His body slapping against mine almost gave us away, I knew he was trying to be mindful but his lust was taking the most control over him. He held on to me tightly as my own hard dick pulsed as he assaulted my prostate.

"Ass is..." he paused and then continued, "better than pussy," he finished his sentence.

His hand pushed up my spine, lifting my shirt and he fucked me hard from behind. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me down into him with every thrust into me.

"Your cock feels amazing," I complimented him, I wasn't lying, it was. "She's stupid, I'd let you mount me every second you needed."

"Shh, I don't want to hear that," he said, it threw me off. "I can't hear that."

His hands held me as he let go, really giving me everything he had, everything he needed to. I didn't mean to make him second guess what he was doing, I doubted myself.

"I can cum inside? Like the others do?" He asked as he didn't slow.

"Of course," I replied.

"Tell me," he demanded.

"Cum in me Doctor Cal..."

"Alex, call me Alex," he stopped me.

"Cum in me Alex, I want your cum," I told him.

"God, fuck yes," he said, his body slamming into mine. "You want it, huh?"

"I need it," I told him.

He moaned far louder than I was comfortable doing myself and slammed his body into me and held. He began to kiss my neck as he unloaded into my ass. He had given into every bit of his lust and desire. His primal needs were being met as he deposited his cum inside of me.

"So fucking good, so fucking good," he said over and over as he almost collapsed on me, his cock firmly inside my hole.

He laid his head on my shoulder and took deep breaths, he was completely hard still. He rested and took a moment before pulling out and pulling his underwear and scrubs back up. I laid there for a moment, my used ass in the cold office air. I finally grabbed my pants and pulled them up and sat back down, his cum deep inside of me.

"Thank you," he said rubbing his forehead. "I, uh," he stubbled over his words.

"You needed that. You're welcome," I replied.

He chuckled nervously, "I did," he agreed. "You okay?" He asked, not sure if he was concerned for my feelings or the fucking he had given me.

"Very," I smiled at him.

"I'll put you down for next week?" He asked as he started clicking through the computer next to him.

I was confused, normally I came every three months. "Next week?" I asked.

He smirked, "yeah, next week."

"Oh... yes, next week," I understood what he was saying.

I stood up and he did too. I leaned in and went for it, he had just been inside of me for the last ten minutes, he owed me this. I kissed him and he didn't resist, he put his hand on the back of my head and kissed me back.

"Until next week," he said with a shy smile as we separated.

"See you then," I replied as he opened the door.

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"Okay bud, get the condom out and roll it a little bit with your fingers so you know which side goes on first," Dad said as he held his hard dick straight up.

I did what he said and opened it from the corner and felt the lightly lubed latex on my fingers. I dropped the empty packet on the floor, I was a bit nervous and excited about this whole experience.

Not wanting to assume anything I extended my arm, trying to hand it to Dad so he could show me how to roll it on.

"It's okay, you could do it," he said casually, as if I wasn't going to have to touch his cock to do it. "Place it on the tip and then use your fingers to push and roll it down on me."

"Okay," I replied softly, not wanting to sound too eager that I was going to touch him.

I scooted my chair so that I was sitting with one of my legs between his. Reaching over I put the condom on the tip of his dick, he throbbed and moved a bit as I touched him.

He was so big, I had seen it soft plenty of times but never like this. He kept his cock straight up as I used my fingers to move the condom down over him. He looked up at me a couple times and then right back down at himself. I put my cupped hand over the tip of his dick and push down, feeling my father's cock in my grip.

"Perfect, keep rolling it down like that with your hand," he coached me.

I felt him pulse in my hand, I was making him feel good by my touch, and there was no way around it.

"How far down?" I asked as it was 75% down his length.

"To the base, keep using your grip, stroke it downward... Yeah, just like that," he said with a strange tone in his voice. "Remember when you are putting it on you have to stay hard, otherwise it won't go on."

"Oh, I'm always hard," I joked.

Dad laughed, "I guess it's a given, you wouldn't need one if you weren't," he replied.

I had got it down to the base but I kept 'trying' to get it on farther. I kept stroking his dick through the condom and feeling his thick meat in my hand.

Okay, pull it off and do another, Dad instructed me.

I grabbed the base of his cock with my bare hand and pulled off the condom with my other, holding on to him without anything between us this time. He didn't stop me as I held on and reached over to grab a new one.

"Here I can open it for you," he said, stopping me from using my teeth.

As he began opened the condom as I held his dick for him, it was so surreal, casual, no big deal. He made me feel comfortable and I decided to start stroking him.

"I'm keeping you hard," I said, giving myself an excuse.

"Oh okay," he chuckled and dropped the package on the floor and handed me the new condom. "Here you go," he said. "I want you to be safe, I don't need any grandkids until you're ready, okay?" He told me.

"Sure," I replied with a smirk.

I doubted that it would be much of a problem for me but I think he knew that, he had caught me plenty of times looking at gay porn on the living room computer when he came home from work early.

I pushed the condom down his cock and stroked him as I did, I held on to his balls this time and squeezed them slightly as I was basically jerking him off trying to get these condoms on. He was throbbing in my fist and taking deep long breaths.

"Perfect," he said as I got it to the base again.

"Dad?" I squeaked out. "We don't have to waste this one, do we?" I asked, nervous about what he would say.

"No, I guess not," he replied.

I could see it in his face, he knew exactly what I meant and he wanted it. I stood up and dropped my shorts and stepped out of them. It all happened so fast, I was climbing on his legs as he gripped my ass and helped stabilize me. He was sat back as I reached back and pointed his cock towards my hole.

"I'm pretty big, go slow," he told me as I felt the tip of his cock touching my ass.

"Okay," I replied, relaxing my butt muscle to allow him in.

"Oh jesus," Dad moaned as I felt the tip penetrate me. "You're tight."

"You're bigger than I've taken," I told him, being honest.

"Others?" He asked, as I slid down his cock.

I felt him stretching me out like I had never been stretched before. My own father was inside of me and it felt amazing.

"Josh and Mike," I told him, they were my two best friends, straight but we had messed around.

"Okay, well now I know why you guys stay in the basement together," he laughed as he put his head on my stomach and I landed firmly on his lap. "You need to use protection, even with your buddies," Dad told me.

"Okay," I agreed, as I shifted on him, feeling him deeper than anyone had been.

I picked my body up and sat back down on my father. I felt so good and he moaned as we began fucking in the kitchen. My dick had started dripping on his shirt so he lifted it up, exposing his stomach and hairy chest. I felt him trusting upward into me as I bounced on top of him.

"Up," he said and I stood over him, legs weak. "I'm taking the condom off, that okay?" He asked, I nodded yes.

He pulled it off and threw it on the floor. "We don't have to wear one?" I asked, a bit cocky.

"Not if we wear them with others," he replied and smiled, knowing he was being hypocritical.

I sat back down and felt Dad's raw cock sliding back in, fuck, nothing between me and my father. Just his thick cock deep in my hole. He was probably leaking and it made me leak even more.

"You feeling good?" He asked as I did most the work, fucking myself on him.

"Oh yeah, your cock feels amazing," I said as I continued my movements, copulating with my own family member. "How's my ass?" I asked him back.

"Great," he growled. "This isn't supposed to be happening, but I'd be lying if I hadn't thought about it."

"Me too, if I'm honest," I replied. "You think Mom will be mad?" I asked him.

"No, she told me to do what it took to make sure you don't give her grandkids yet, I think this counts," Dad said. "We play with others, she'll be fine."

He grabbed my hips and started lifting me up and dropping me down on his lap. The way his cock was pushing on my prostate was driving me crazy. The idea that my own father and I were having sex was turning me on like crazy. I leaned in and gave him a kiss on his lips expecting him to pull away, but I couldn't help myself. He didn't, he kissed me back. I could feel his thick beard on my face as we made out and bonded in a new, different way we had ever.

"You keep kissing me like that and you're going to make me come inside of you," dad said in the middle of our make out session and fucking.

"In me?" I said, heart racing.

"There's no condom on, where else will it go?" He asked. "That okay?"

I nodded yes and kept bouncing. I wanted my Dad's cum inside of me so bad, but I didn't want to let him know just how much. So I leaned in and began kissing him again. Sex with Josh and Mike was nothing like this, this was so much deeper, raw, sexually charged. With them it was fun and good, but with Dad it felt passionate and deeper.

Dad began breathing harder so I leaned back and began to start picking and sitting down harder than I had been. Looking at him as we did this blew my mind. I couldn't wait till he blew his load inside of me, just like he did to Mom when he made me.

"Here I go," he said as our bodies slammed together. "Oh shit!" He moaned.

"Oh damn, Dad!" I cried out, lustful and out of it. "Cum in me!" I told him what I wanted.

My cock shot off, coating him in my load as I felt his cock throbbing inside of me, filling me up with his familial cum. My own father went from teaching me to use condoms to putting his raw dick in me. Nothing could have prepared me for this whirlwind of a Sunday afternoon.

He pushed me down on top of him, and I leaned in and began kissing him again. His cock was firmly inside of me, depositing every bit of his sperm as deep as his he could. I felt his tongue dancing with mine as I rested and caught my breath.

"That's going to happen again, right?" I asked, trying not to sound too eager.

"Of course, I hope so," he said smirking, looking drained and relaxed under me.

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“You going out tonight?” I asked my hot-as-fuck roommate Tanner upon finding him in the shower, soapy water cascading over his muscular, hairy body, and sluicing off his big, floppy cock.

“Yeah, I’ve got plans,” he replied, rinsing shampoo out of his hair. “Beth—that Tinder bitch I told you about.”

“You mean the one who hasn’t yet unlocked her snatch for you after three dates?”

“Yeah,” Tanner admitted, annoyed. “But I think my luck’s gonna change tonight. She’s cooking dinner for us at her place.”

“With pussy pie for dessert?”

“Let’s hope,” he laughed, tugging on his big cock, which had become engorged—a proper chubby.

“You know you can always feed me a load,” I offered, “if she doesn’t put out tonight.”

“I know, bro,” he winked. “I know.”

The brojobs—as he called them—had started a few months prior. Tanner had been having a dry spell—unusual for a man who could usually score pussy by just walking down the street.

“Dude,” he lamented late one night as we shared beers out on the deck. “I haven’t had me some pussy in months. My balls feel like they’re gonna pop.”

“You jacking?” I ventured. “Emptying the pipes?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “But it’s not the same as being balls deep in a wet cunt.”

“I hear you,” I sympathized. “You know my offer stands.”

“Christ,” he laughed. “You and your fucking offer. Sorry, bro—but it ain’t ever gonna happen.”

The offer had started in college, when I came out to my friends. Of my five best male buddies, Tanner was the only one who was man enough to stick around and support me, despite knowing that I like cock.

“You’re not gonna, like, try to suck me off?”he had asked at the time—half joking but half serious.

“Nah,” I dismissed. “I’d never try that with you. But for the record—if you ever wanted me to blow you—you’ve got a standing offer.”

“That’s never gonna happen, bro,” he laughed it off. “I get more pussy than I can handle. I don’t need your mouth.”

And so the offer just hung in the air between us for years—always unclaimed—until that one drunken night when he admitted to a dry spell, his balls ready to pop. We each went to bed and, not long after I had dozed off, I awoke to Tanner in my room—naked, his big cock fully erect and in my face.

Wordlessly, I climbed out of bed, got on my knees before him, and held on tight as he face-fucked me like a five-dollar whore.

“That was good,” he announced after grunting his load down my throat, and then promptly returned to his room.

It became a nightly habit after that—feeding me a load before bed. At first, we never talked about it. But Tanner soon gave up the pretense and started just asking if I was ready for his nightly brojob—sometimes on the couch—sometimes on my bed.

Even when he scored pussy, he always had a second load in his balls for me. Stumbling home late at night, sweaty with the smell of raw sex, his cock tasting like pussy, I would suck him ravenously. Sure, I knew he was using me in a way. But he also needed me.

And he needed me again on the night he returned home from his latest date with Beth, the Tinder bitch.

“How was her pussy pie?” I asked, looking up from the TV as he came in the door.

“Fucking bitch claimed she’s on the rag,” he sighed. “She offered to suck me off, but I declined, stopping short of telling her I could get much better head at home.”

“Come sit,” I invited, patting the couch as I turned off the TV. “Lemme drain those full balls for you.”

“Let’s—let’s go to your room,” Tanner directed hesitantly.

And so I led him to my bedroom, where he stripped down and got comfortable on the bed. Climbing between his legs, I took his big cock down my throat.

“Fuuuck,” he exhaled. “I fucking love when you suck me.”

I proceeded through my usual playbook—some ball work, some tongue work on his shaft, and light tongue flicks to his cock slit before going full-on vacuum mode on his dick. But then he stopped me, pulling my face close to his.

“I want to be inside you,” he whispered, his hand traveling down the back of my athletic shorts, his thick finger probing my tight hole.

Though I sucked him off nightly, fucking had never been on the table. Tanner always reminded me firmly that—though brojobs meant absolutely nothing—having his cock up my ass would cross a line. Fucking a guy, in his book, meant you were gay.

And so I didn’t hesitate when Tanner asked to be inside me. Wanting to grab the bull by the horns—or the cock, in this case—I seized the moment. Sliding down my shorts, I reached into my bed table.

“You’re not gonna make me wrap it are you?” Tanner groaned.

“Fuck NO,” I laughed. “I’m getting lube. You’re thick as fuck. I don’t want you destroying my cunt.”

“I kinda like the idea of destroying your cunt,” he winked as I slathered his big dick with lube, fingering a generous amount in my hole for good measure. I then proceeded to straddle him.

“No,” he stopped me, pushing me off. “I want to be on top.”

“Works for me,” I smiled, loving the idea of being dominated by him. I then flipped onto my back, opened my legs for him, and brought my knees to my chest—presenting my cunt for his use and pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he smiled deviously, his finger probing my hole. And then with one arm supporting his weight on the bed, he gripped his hard cock in his fist and pushed into me.

“CHRIST, you’re thick,” I gasped.

“Now you know why I always make the bitches scream when they’re in my bed.”

Those screaming bitches were never a surprise, but I must admit that I underestimated how much his big cock would stretch my hole—until it was in me. Like any good bottom, I took a few deep breaths as Tanner instinctively went slow, allowing me to adjust to his girth. I could feel my sphincter relaxing, welcoming him into me—begging for him to fuck me.

“You feeling good now?” he asked tentatively, far more tender than I would have ever expected from an aggressive pussy hound.

“Fuck yeah,” I exhaled. “Fuck me with that big cock. Fuck me like you own me.”

As if on cue, Tanner plunged deep into me, my toes curling, my eyes rolling back into my head. He let his weight drop onto me, our bodies pressed together. Like a piston, he worked his big cock in and out of me—at depths I had never before experienced.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he whispered, his breath hot at my ear.

“Uh huh,” I panted, my legs opening wider for him, taking him deeper.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time,” he growled. “I’d get jealous hearing all those Grindr guys you parade through here, grunting their loads into you on this bed.”

Where was this coming from? Tanner was the one who created the line in the sand—brojobs only, no fucking—and yet he wanted to cross that line this whole time?

Putting my confusion aside, I wrapped my legs around his ass, emboldening him to fuck me harder. His pace increased, my hips moving instinctively with him.

“Fuck, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” he growled, pounding my hole relentlessly. “And you’re so fuckin’ tight. I’m fighting not to bust.”

“Bust in me,” I begged. “Fucking seed me whenever you like.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” I affirmed. “Breed me like a bitch.”

“Ain’t no bitch has ever said that to me,” he laughed, pounding me harder, his cock swelling inside me. “Oh FUCK, dude. I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”

“That’s it—fucking seed my hole,” I demanded, raising my ass, willing him to dump his load in me.

“SHIT,” he grunted, his big cock throbbing inside me, his massive load coating my bowels, warming me from within. “Yeah, fuckin’ take this nut.”

He went still inside me as the throbbing ceased, his balls fully emptied. I stroked his sweaty back, his face next to mine, his warm breath on my cheek. Slowly going soft, he pulled out of me—relieved, satiated—his load leaking from my wrecked hole.

“I gotta piss,” he finally announced, rolling off me, his spent cock still wet and swollen.

“Well—good night,” I offered feebly as he staggered to the bathroom.

“Good night?” he laughed. “Dude—I’m coming back to bed.”

As promised, Tanner returned to bed and fucked two more loads into me before falling into a deep sleep. Never had he stayed the night in my room—even after our many brojobs. It took me awhile to fall sleep, listening to his soft breathing, wondering what this change could mean for our friendship or, dare I say, our relationship.

Tanner was looking at his phone in the kitchen when I emerged from my bedroom the next morning, my hole still a bit sore from his marathon fucking—a small price to pay.

“You on Tinder?” I asked, pouring myself a cup of coffee, worried he was already looking for another bitch to pursue—his cock craving pussy and not my cunt.

“Yeah,” Tanner acknowledged, putting down his phone and pulling me into his arms. “I’m deleting Tinder. I have no need for it now.”

And as he bent me over the kitchen counter, pushing his hard cock into my puffy hole, Tanner sighed, “I should have tried your sweet cunt years ago.”

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

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“Where the fuck have you been this late at night?” my stepdad Adam demanded, his breath heavy with whiskey as he waited for me on the stairs in the foyer. His hairy, muscular body was stuffed into a pair of white briefs that couldn’t conceal the outline of his fat cock head. “You gonna tell me where you’ve been?” he repeated in the face of my silence. 

“I—I told Mom before I left,” I stammered. “I just went to a party with some friends.”

“Friends,” he sneered mockingly. “I’ve seen the type of friends you keep. They’re all a bunch of fuckin’ fag—”

“My friends are none of your business,” I cut him off before he could finish the slur. 

“Well, we expect you to have your ass home before midnight, and that is my fucking business,” he barked, anger in his eyes. “And you come slinking in at almost two in the fucking morning?”

“I’m eighteen years old,” I spat defiantly. “I shouldn’t have a curfew anymore.”

“You’ll have a curfew for as long as you live under my goddamn roof,” Adam hissed at me, standing up, clearing the pathway up the stairs. “Now get your ass to bed and pray that I don’t tell your mother about your disobedience.”

“Yes, sir,” I hung my head in defeat as I proceeded up the staircase, his hairy body pressed up against me as I attempted to pass him. 

“Wait a fucking minute,” his meaty hand was suddenly at my chest, stopping me in my tracks upon the steps. “How many cocks did you take tonight?” he demanded like a troll on a bridge, requiring me to answer his riddle before I could pass. 

“Three cocks,” I answered, frozen in shock as Adam stood behind me, sliding his hand down the back of my shorts, his thick finger probing my used, puffy hole. 

“Damn,” he exclaimed, withdrawing his cummy finger from my hole, shoving it past my lips, forcing me to taste the cum slurry in my guts. “You got a shitload of cum all up in there. You want some more?”

“Y—you want to fuck me?” I asked in shock as he withdrew his finger from my mouth. It had always been a fantasy to get dicked down by my hunky stepdad, but I never thought it would become a reality. 

“Your mother never opens her cunt for me anymore,” Adam replied, pushing me down on my knees upon the staircase. “Why should I go pay some skanky whore to take my big one, when I’ve already got a cock slut living under my roof for free?”

“Wh—what about Mom?” I stuttered while Adam yanked down my shorts, exposing my used hole. “What if she hears us?”

“She took an Ambien,” he replied, pulling down the front of his briefs, unleashing his hard nine incher as he rested the waistband beneath his swollen balls. “That bitch is dead to the world and won’t hear a fucking thing.”

“FUCK,” I gasped as my stepdad suddenly grabbed me by the hips and impaled my cummy hole, his big cock shoved into my depths with a violent thrust. Though I had taken three random cocks at the party that night, Adam’s was bigger by far, putting the others to shame.

“Raise your ass,” he commanded, pushing my face into the step above me as he kneeled two steps below, his big one plugging my hole. “Yeah—that’s it. Fuck, you’ve gotta hot cunt on you.”

And then Adam unleashed a fury upon me, channeling all his anger at the world into my fuck canal—his stressful job, his frigid wife, his promiscuous, gay stepson. He hammered away at my cunt, temporarily disregarding all the disappointments in his life by owning my hole. 

“You like having a real man’s big dick in your cunt?” he demanded, pummeling my hole. “Not those boys you always fuck around with? Boys who can barely shave.”

“Your big cock feels so good inside me,” I moaned, my head banging repeatedly against the step above me. “Give it to me,” I begged. “Fucking wreck my hole.”

“You’re not gonna be able to walk by the time I’m done with you,” he slapped my ass with his open palm, jackhammering the living shit out of me. “You’re finally gonna know what it’s like to be fucked by a real man.”

Over and over, he abused me, his hairy torso rubbing against my ass, his balls smacking against my hole with each thrust. Never before had I been fucked with such intensity. His fevered pitch and stamina couldn’t last, his balls simply couldn’t hold out under such pressure. 

“You ready for my cum?” Adam asked urgently, battering my bowels. “You ready to take my seed?”

“Breed me,” I begged, gripping my sphincter around the base of his thick shaft, willing him to dump his load in me. “Fucking give me your—”

“FUCK,” he grunted suddenly, cutting me off, his cock detonating within me. “FUCK—SHIT,” he repeated over and over, his warm load spewing in my depths. “That’s it, bitch. Take my fucking nut.”

Adam pulled out of me abruptly when the deed was done. His pearly load dripped from my hole along with the remnants of the three guys who had seeded me earlier that night.

“Clean yourself up. You’re a fucking mess,” he admonished me, pulling up his briefs over his spent cock and stepping over me to climb the stairs without a single word of thanks. 

Mom was having coffee at the kitchen table when I came downstairs the next morning. She appeared to be oblivious to the salacious fornication that had transpired between her husband and son. 

“Where’s Adam?” I asked, sitting at the table, my wrecked hole still sore and throbbing. 

“Your stepdad got up early to clean out all the junk in that room above the garage,” Mom reported. “He’s going to turn it into a nice garage apartment for you. He said it was about time you had some privacy now that you’re all grown up. Isn’t that thoughtful of Adam?”

But I saw through the charade. Adam was building a fuck pad for us, a place where he could discreetly pound his nut into me as often as he liked, away from my mom’s prying eyes. And for the first time in my life, I was truly thankful for my stepdad. 

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