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Father Martinez was always good to me in the seminary. I was older than the rest of the iniciates because my calling came later, and he was a bit younger then the other priests teaching there so we became close very quickly. When I had a struggle of faith or with any rules, I went to him for comfort or guidance.
One of the precepts with wich I struggled the most was celibacy. Most of my peers were young men with no experience with sex, but that wasn't my case. In fact, before enrolling, I was a ladies man. I went out almost every night and went home with some random chick, so having to abstain from that was getting really hard.
I went to father Martinez's chamber to ask his advice on the matter. He was in his underwear, but he welcomed me when he saw the worry on my face.
"You need to resist the temptation, brother", the priest said to me after I exposed my worries. "It is important for us to be models of virtue to the flock."
"But, Father Martinez, how do you manage to resist the temptation? It's so hard! I'm horny all the time. I masturbate almost daily, and I know that's bad too, but it's the only way I can maintain my sanity. I need to have sex, right now!"
"You're right. Masturbation is a lesser sin of breaking your vows than fucking a woman, but there are other ways to free yourself from temptation without failing the priesthood."
"That's what I need to know, Father." I pleaded.
"Son, what does the celibacy vow says?" He asked me.
"I will not lie with no woman nor seek onanistic pleasure myself", I recited from memory.
"Exactly. You can't search sexual release with a woman or find it by yourself, but what about..." He placed his hand on my thigh and slid it upwards without taking his eyes off mine. "... with a man? We never vow not to fuck with men." The rudeness of his vocabulary surprised me. The mild mannered teacher that I knew had a hunger behind his eyes that I had never seen before.
He pressed his palm on my bulge and went for a kiss. I had never been with a guy before but I was too horny to care. I returned the kiss.
Father Martinez was a great kisser. His lips were soft and sweet and his mustache tickled me in the best way. He expertly undressed me and soon I was down to my underwear, like him. Both of us were sporting impressive erections eager to get free. The priest leaned down and took my dick out. Without letting it feel the air he swiftly pushed it down his throat.
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed.
"Do not take His name in vain, son." He reprimanded me and quickly went back to swallowing my meat.
He was a pro. Better than any girl I've been with. He slobbered all over my hard prick and it felt amazing. I was in heaven, enjoying the blowjob, but I needed more and he knew that. He stopped blowing me and laid down on the bed. He looked back at me and in a sensual tone he said: "Eat my ass, son".
I parted his round glutes and found his hairless pink hole, as pretty as any pussy I had encountered. I dove in and delited with his musky flavour. He moaned as I licked his hole.
"That's perfect, my son. You're making me feel so good. That's what priesthood is about. Giving to others." His words made me hornyer and invited me to go further.
"Father Martinez, can I give you my big cock? To make you feel even better?" I asked as I rubbed the tip on his ring.
"Yes! I'm here to help you relieve your tension, and to make you feel good too." He said backing his ass.
I slammed my dick balls deep inside the young priest. He muffled a scream with the pillow. His warm insides felt so good around my dick. I let him adjust to the intrusion while I tried not to cum instantly after all those months without sex. As he started to move, I began to thrust with all my strength.
"Do you like how I fuck you, father? Dou you like how my big cock feels inside your ass?" I tainted him.
"OH, GOD, YESSS! Fuck me!" He pronounced each word with a stroke of me cock.
"Shhhhh. Do not take His name in vain, Father."
Too soon, I felt the familiar tingling on the base of my dick. An unmistakable sign of my impending orgasm.
"I'm cumming soon!" I warned him.
"Cum on my face! Baptize me with your essence!" He said as hi turned around.
I frantically stroke my cock mere inches from his face. A wave of pleasure washed over my body. My mind went blank, and I felt like a saint receiving the Holy Spirit. My jizz painted his forehead and his mustache which he licked hungrily.
"Thank you, father. That is exactly what I needed. I think I understand the gospel better after that." I said.
"No, thank you, my son. You've shown me a way of helping others that I had forgotten. Any time you need more guidance, please, come speak with me again. And maybe next time we can practice empathy and you can be in my position." He responded naughtily.
"Why wait, father. I'm eager to learn!"
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“Breed me,” I begged as the hung, muscled, college football stud pounded the living shit out of me upon his bed. Dax’s meaty hands gripped my skinny neck as his massive cock battered my insides, inching himself closer to orgasm. The university was paying me to tutor Dax, but his warm load up my ass was all that I really wanted.
Dax Brecker had been the hottest guy at my high school. He was also the most popular guy in school. Star quarterback. Student body president. Mandy, his hot-as-fuck girlfriend, was the head cheerleader. And, thanks to having PE with Dax my sophomore year, I knew he had a massive cock. It was like an arm hanging between his legs.
“What the fuck are you lookin’ at, faggot?” he barked at me one day at our gym lockers as he toweled off after showering, his huge cock swinging between his muscular thighs. He had caught me ogling his giant member.
“Uh—nothing,” I stammered, petrified.
“Cut the bullshit,” Dax growled, picking me up by the front of my shirt and slamming me into my locker. “If I ever catch you looking at my cock again, faggot—I’m gonna fuckin’ kick your ass. Got it?” He then dropped me onto the floor as the rest of the guys in the locker room snickered.
I did my best to avoid the wrath of Dax after that, choosing a locker far from his. But I’d see him around school and he’d always whisper faggot under his breath as he passed by me. And if I dared to look his way, he’d threaten me with his fist. The locker incident was embarrassing, yet I knew that I was partly to blame. I had been looking at his cock, after all. But the way Dax continued to harass me in the halls was cruel and painful.
Despite all that, I continued to be attracted to Dax. My yearbook with his football picture, Dax smiling with his football jersey riding up to reveal his sexy treasure trail, was eventually glued shut from all the loads I spewed while jacking off to him. Thus, my feelings for Dax were complicated.
I thought all of that would come to an end once we graduated and I went off to college at State. So you can imagine my surprise when I learned Dax was not only recruited to play football at State, he was also tapped to be the school’s first-ever, freshman starting quarterback. Naturally, I had misgivings about being at the same college as Dax, but I assumed that our paths would likely never cross on a campus of over 30,000 students, right? Wrong.
We were halfway into our first semester when my Spanish professor called me to his office. “You have the highest grade in my class,” he informed me, “and I need your help.” He then surprised me by asking, “Are you familiar with our talented quarterback Dax Brecker?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, my body tensing at the sound of his name. “Dax and I graduated from high school together.”
“Wonderful!” my professor exclaimed. “I need you to tutor Dax.”
Fuck.
The professor then detailed how Dax was close to flunking all of his freshman classes, but Spanish was his worst class by far. Dax was close to academic probation and being cut from the team. The situation was so dire, they had removed Dax from the athletic dorm and put him up in a nearby hotel so he could buckle down and study without any distractions.
“Dax Brecker is our only hope at getting to the championships this year,” the professor lamented. “The entire university is relying on you to keep him in the game.”
Fuck.
An hour later, I found myself knocking on Dax’s hotel room door. “You are not to tell anyone where Dax is staying,” my professor had told me. “And he is allowed no visitors, with the exception of you for tutoring.”
A television was blaring straight porn loudly from inside the hotel room. I pounded on the door for several minutes before Dax finally heard me and opened the door. He was in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts, and I nearly jizzed my pants as I got an up-close look at his muscular chest. He had bulked up more since high school and was even hotter than before.
“You?” Dax asked incredulously as he got a look at me in his doorway, clearly recalling me from our high school days. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I’m your tutor, Dax,” I answered, standing tall with as much authority as I could muster.
“You’re my tutor?” he bowled over in a fit of laughter. “What are you gonna teach me? How to suck cock?” He was still laughing when I turned on my heels and walked back to the elevator. I didn’t need his shit.
“No, man—wait,” he begged. “I’m sorry. Please don’t go. If you don’t help me, I’m—I’m fucked. Please come in.”
And so I followed Dax into his hotel room, greeted by some bitch on the TV screaming, “Yeah—fuck my tight pussy.”
“Jesus, Dax. What’s with the porn? You’re supposed to be studying,” I admonished as I reached for the TV remote and turned off the screaming bitch just as some guy sprayed his money shot on her tits.
Dax gave me a sheepish look. “I know I need to study, but I’ve never been any good at school. I barely passed in high school. If it wasn’t for this damn football scholarship, I’d be pumping gas somewhere right now, man.”
“What are you working on now?” I asked, taking a seat at a small table in his room, his school work covering every inch.
Dax sat beside me and grabbed a textbook. “I’ve got a midterm in Spanish tomorrow,” he said while cracking open his book. “But I’m gonna fuckin’ fail it.”
Grabbing a highlighter, I began to highlight verb conjugations. “You see, the trick to remembering which verb form to use—” I began, but Dax wasn’t paying any attention. “Dude,” I snapped. “I’m trying to teach you this shit.”
“I’m sorry, man,” he apologized. “I’m horny as fuck, and I can’t concentrate when I’m horny.”
“I understand,” I started to sympathize. “But you’ve go to—”
“I haven’t had any pussy in over a week,” he interrupted. “I’m not allowed to have any bitches here. And I have a high sex drive. Do you have any idea how much pussy I’m used to getting in a single day? It would make your fuckin’ head spin.”
I looked down at Dax’s crotch, and he was tenting hard. “I’ll make you a deal, Dax,” I proposed. “If you can memorize the conjugations for the verb tener with me, then I’ll let you fuck my ass.”
“No fucking way, dude,” he barked, shocked by my offer. “I’m not gay—I’m no fag, like you,” he suddenly jumped up and stood at the window with his back to me.
“Dude. I know you’re not a fag,” I assured him. “But your balls are backed up. You can’t think straight. You need a hole to fuck. I’m the only option you’ve got.”
Dax was silent as he stared out the window. In the face of my indecent proposal, he could have kicked me out of his hotel room or beaten my ass to a bloody pulp. Instead, Dax was introspective, his wheels turning as he continued to stare out the window. I knew that I had him.
“If I agree to fuck your ass,” Dax conditioned, “it’s gonna be from behind. I need to think that I’m fucking pussy.” I nodded in agreement. “And it can never leave this room, or I’ll fucking destroy you.” I nodded once more.
“Christ, you’re huge,” I gasped two minutes later as Dax worked his massive cock into me. I was perched on all fours atop his hotel bed while Dax knelt behind me, his huge tool impaling my guts. “You’re hung like fuck.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he scolded. “I don’t want to hear your voice while I’m fucking you.”
I nodded solemnly in agreement, biting my lip. I wanted to scream, the pain unreal as his girthy rod tested the limits of my sphincter. Dax was going to wreck my hole, and I intended to enjoy every minute of it—even if it meant being silent.
“FUCK, you’re tight,” he grunted, his big cock buried in me, his balls pressed against my hole. “Damn,” he exclaimed. “I usually can’t go this deep in pussy. Fucking hot, bro.”
What was fucking hot, for me, was thinking about all the bitches he had fucked with that big cock. His conquests in high school were legendary. And now that big cock was up my ass. Dax had moved his hands to my hips and started to pound me harder. Fuck, it felt good.
“Christ, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” he praised, pummeling my hole. “I can’t recall the last time I had pussy this good.”
Dax was jackhammering me hard, a prize thoroughbred doing what he does best. He was destroying my cunt at a breakneck pace, his stamina untenable. I was about to tell him to slow down or he would nut too fast—but it was too late. His huge cock was beginning to swell in my depths.
“Breed me,” I begged, knowing his load was imminent as Dax pounded the living shit out of me. He moved his meaty hands to my neck, gripping me as his massive cock battered my insides with his final thrusts. I could feel his balls begin to throb against my hole as he inched closer to orgasm.
“Fuck, man,” Dax suddenly announced. “I’m gonna bust. Aww, FUCK—Here it comes, dude—FUCK—DAMN.”
Instantly, his huge cock unleashed his load inside me, a warmth consuming my bowels. “FUCK,” he grunted, throwing his head back as his balls continued to empty inside me, his seed spreading within my void.
“How come we never fucked like this before?” Dax lamented, pulling his spent cock out of me abruptly, his load gushing from my wrecked hole.
“Uh—maybe because you were always threatening to kick my ass,” I reminded him, my used body collapsing upon the bed.
“Yeah—uh—I’m really sorry about that,” Dax apologized while crashing down beside me, his spent cock leaving a wet streak of cum on the bedsheet. “I was an ass to you in high school, and you didn’t deserve it.”
“Thank you for the apology, Dax,” I replied, surprised by his sudden remorse. “I’d say we’re about even now, considering I just twisted your arm into fucking me.”
“You didn’t twist my arm,” Dax assured me, pushing himself onto one arm and looking me in the eye. “I’ve actually wanted to try fucking a dude for a long time now. And I have to admit that it felt fucking awesome.”
“It’s getting late,” I announced while looking at the alarm clock upon the hotel bed table. “We’ve got a lot more verbs to conjugate if you’re going to pass that Spanish midterm tomorrow.”
“How about we do a few verbs, and then I fuck your ass again?” suggested Dax as he pushed himself upright.
“Sounds like a deal,” I agreed, reaching for his big cock and lapping up a pearly drop of cum that still remained.
And so we spent the rest of the evening conjugating a few verbs and then fucking, conjugating again, and then fucking some more. By the time I left Dax’s hotel room after 2 am, he had mastered twenty Spanish verbs, and I had taken six of his warm loads up my wrecked hole.
“Well done!” my professor congratulated me in his office the next afternoon. “Dax got a B+ on his Spanish midterm this morning.”
“He worked hard for it,” I reported, not mentioning how hard Dax had worked my hole, which was still raw and tender.
“Listen,” the professor continued. “The head football coach and I think you should move in with Dax, at least for this semester. It’s the only way he’s going to stay on track. I know that Dax can be a bit difficult, so I hope you’re prepared to handle him full time.”
“Sounds great,” I agreed eagerly, wondering if my sore ass was prepared to handle Dax’s huge cock full time.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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Standing buck naked in the kitchen as he texted on his phone, a post-coital sheen on his skin, the roofing contractor looked like a Nubian god, his muscular body carved from dark mahogany, that black python hanging between his legs. He had just fucked my mama with that big dick. Now it was my turn with that big cock.
It was the roof this time. A tree had fallen and done some damage. Mama got the tree removal guy to give us fifty percent off his bill by offering up her pussy to him. The hairy guy grunted his load into her cunt upstairs while his crew hauled off the downed tree. Now it was time to get the roof repaired.
Mama fucked any guy she could for a discount—plumbers, electricians, AC repairmen, you name it. She would fuck the newspaper boy for a discount, if only he was legal. At just north of forty, Mama still had the vestiges of her former exotic dancer body. But her big tits were starting to droop, her firm ass starting to sag. She knew her days of luring men to her bed were numbered.
I knew Mama would like the beefy roofing contractor, the Nubian god, when I spied him from my bedroom window, stepping out of his truck. Mama never shied away from dark meat. Moreover, she was especially soft for a handsome man with a big dick. And from the bulge in the roofer’s pants, I could see he easily checked both boxes. Sure, he wore a wedding band, but that never deterred Mama.
I listened from the stairway as the roofer quoted mama a price to repair the damaged shingles. Mama launched into her well-rehearsed, single-mom sob story, ending with a plea to do anything—just anything—to get him to offer her a discount.
Ten minutes later, the roofer was pounding Mama’s pussy in her bedroom upstairs. I thought he was going to break the bed, Mama screaming at the top of her lungs, the headboard banging against the wall, the roofer grunting as he pummeled her pussy. It ended in a fabulous crescendo, Mama calling out the good Lord’s name over and over as the roofer dumped his load in her.
I heard him ask for a glass of water, his feet hitting the floorboards almost immediately after pulling out of her. Mama directed him down to the kitchen. To my delight, he was buck naked, texting on his phone, when I approached him.
“You texting your wife?” I asked, sneaking up on him from behind.
“Jesus Christ,” he jumped, spinning around to face me, his big cock smacking audibly against his muscular thigh as he turned. “Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m Denny—Lola’s son,” I explained. “She’s the slutty bitch you just fucked upstairs.”
“I know who she is,” he smirked, his one hand trying feebly to cover his massive cock, still slicked with cum and pussy juice, while holding his cell phone in the other. “Why aren’t you in school, young man?” he asked.
“I graduated last year,” I informed him. “I just look young for my age.”
“Look—I just need me a drink of water,” he scanned the kitchen for a clean cup, “and then I’ll be out of here.”
“No need to rush off,” I assured him, grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it from the tap. Handing the water to him, he chugged quickly as I stared openly at his huge dick. “You’re welcome to stay and fuck my ass with that big cock.”
“The fuck?!” he spat, water spraying onto the kitchen floor. “I have no need for your skinny ass, boy. I get myself plenty of pussy.”
“Then your wife is a lucky woman.”
“I wasn’t talking about my wife,” he winked deviously before throwing back the last of the water.
“She liked your big cock—my mama,” I reported. “I could tell by the way she was screaming. She doesn’t do that with every guy. Did you like her pussy?”
“Shit, boy,” he laughed. “Pussy is pussy. As they say, pussy is like pizza—even when it’s bad, it’s good.”
“You’d like my pussy,” I stated, staring brazenly at his big cock. “I’m super tight—much tighter than my mama.”
“I think we’re done here,” he rejected me, slamming the drinking glass down on the kitchen counter. “I’ve got an appointment across town that I’ve gotta get to.”
And then he went back upstairs to get dressed, his big cock swinging between his legs, mama passed out on her bed, his load swimming in her used cunt. He may have turned me down, but I wasn’t giving up that easily.
Stripping off my clothes, I quickly prepped my hole with some Crisco from the kitchen. Just as I heard the roofer coming back down, his work boots upon the stairs, I positioned myself in the room closest to the front door.
Bent over the couch, my head resting on the back frame, my ass hanging off the edge of the seat cushions, I presented my available hole for his use. The roofer would have to pass me to get to the door. It was now or never.
“You certainly are one determined mother fucker,” he laughed upon seeing me. “You’re not gonna let me out of this house without fucking you, right?”
“That’s the plan,” I turned back and winked, pulsing my sphincter, inviting him to defile me.
“Well, lucky for you, I’ve got another round in me,” he replied, unzipping, and unleashing that big black python. “Let’s see what you got.”
Grabbing me by the hips, he shoved into me with a violent thrust, my head hitting the wall behind the couch. It felt like a baseball bat had been shoved up my ass. He wasted no time, delivering long strokes in and out of me.
I gritted my teeth, trying to prove that I was capable of taking a dick that big. But in truth, the closest I had ever had was the dark-brown, 10-inch dildo that mama kept hidden in a shoebox under her bed. And that hunk of latex seemed small compared to this guy’s huge cock.
“Boy, you don’t lie. This shit is tight,” he marveled, his cock pushing deeper in me, my sphincter stretching beyond its limit. “You like this big cock up your ass, boy?”
“Yes,” I winced, still trying to adjust to him.
“Yes—what?” he demanded, driving into my depths. “You best be calling me sir when this big anaconda is up your ass, you hear?”
“Yes, sir,” I complied. “I love your anaconda inside me, sir.”
“That’s more like it, bitch,” he slapped my ass, thrusting harder inside of me. “I’m ‘bout to destroy your cunt.”
And he did. Holy fucking Christ, he did.
“Fuck, you’ve got a sweet cunt on you, boy,” he exhaled, pounding me hard. “Had I known, I wouldn’t have wasted my load on your mama’s baggy pussy and would’ve just plowed your tight ass.”
Raising himself onto the balls of his feet, he angled deep in me. Jesus, it felt good. His huge cock head had breached my inner sphincter, my eyes rolling back into my head. With his hands moving to my shoulders, he began to pummel me at a rapid pace, his low-hangers slapping the back of my ass with each thrust.
“You want my cum, bitch?” he demanded urgently. “You want me to shoot all up in this tight pussy?”
“Yes—I mean—yes, sir,” I begged. “Fucking breed me, sir.”
“Your ‘bout to get your wish,” he thrusted one last time before erupting inside me. “FUCK—FUCK,” he grunted, his big cock throbbing as rope after rope of his creamy seed went spewing into my bowels, warming me from within.
“Damn, boy,” he exclaimed, pulling out of me abruptly. “That cunt is some damn good shit.”
“Thank you, sir,” I exhaled, trying to catch my breath, his pearly load escaping the cavernous hole he left behind, running down the edge of the couch cushion.
“Tell your mama that my crew will be out tomorrow to fix your roof—half price, as we agreed,” he announced, stuffing his wet cock back into his pants and then zipping up. “As for you, I’ll be back in a day or two to dump another load in you. And boy—do me a favor and get some proper lube next time. That shit you used is greasy as fuck.”
I slid off the couch after the roofer left, pulling on my clothes and wobbling to the kitchen for a glass of water. Drinking from the same glass that he had used, I quenched my thirst. Mama appeared in the kitchen just as I placed the glass by the sink.
“Was it the roofer—that fine buck—who was fucking you down here just now, baby?” she asked, a threadbare silk kimono wrapped loosely around her voluptuous body, a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen.
“Yes, mama,” I admitted bashfully. “He fucked me real hard.”
“Yeah, I heard,” she replied, ice in her voice as she smoothed down her messy hair. “Well, in that case, I think it’s time we started offering up your slutty ass when we need a discount on repairs.”
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“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.
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My stepdad Greg was on the bed when I barged into the bedroom, his right hand caressing his hairy pecs as his left hand massaged his hardening cock.
“Shit,” I gasped in embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s okay,” Greg turned his head back towards me. “You caught me getting ready to rub one out. Your mom’s on the rag, and my balls feel like they’re gonna—”
“Dad asked me to have a talk with you,” my absurdly hot, older brother Brett announced as he sat down across from me. A dashing smile was plastered upon his scruffy face, his blue eyes piercing through me. He was wearing a muscle shirt, his gorgeous, hairy body taunting me. “Dad thought you might feel more comfortable talking with me,” my brother continued. “You know, after what—uh—what happened yesterday.”
“Jesus Christ,” I scoffed. “Dad walked in on me jacking off to porn. I’m eighteen years old. What’s the big, fuckin’ deal?”
“It was gay porn,” Brett countered. “It’s totally okay with us if you’re gay, Ricky. We don’t want you to feel you have to hide that from us. So—uh—do you think you could be gay?”
“I—I’m not sure,” I stammered. “I’ve never been with a guy. I’m still a virgin.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin at your age, Ricky,” Brett stated, sensing my embarrassment. “A lot of guys don’t have sex until—”
“You were fifteen,” I cut him off. “I walked in on you fucking that older girl from the swim club.”
“Misty Parker,” he recalled fondly, adjusting his package. “All the lifeguards—we called her the cherry popper because she—”
“Yeah, I get it,” I interrupted my brother’s trip down memory lane. “You all lost your v-cards to her.”
“If that’s what you want—some easy bitch to pop your cherry—I can hook you up with any number of slutty girls that I know,” Brett offered.
“I don’t want a slutty girl,” I refused. “What I want is a slutty guy, but I doubt you can help me with that.”
“Don’t be so sure,” Brett gave a twisted smile before pulling off his shirt, tossing it on the floor, his hairy chest driving me wild.
“What—what the fuck is happening?” my voice quavered. In shock, I watched as Brett began to hike down his shorts, kicking them off. A massive cock, thick and veiny, reached outward from his hairy thighs. “Are you also gay?” I asked hopefully.
“I don’t believe in labels, Ricky,” my brother declared. “I like sex in all forms. You recall Misty’s brother Dylan, who lifeguarded with me that summer?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, remembering that Dylan was hot as fuck.
“Well, Dylan liked taking my big dick just as much as his slutty sister,” Brett laughed, giving his hard cock a playful tug. “Maybe even more than her.”
“You—you fuck guys?” I asked, astonished.
“Sometimes, when I’m in the mood,” my brother reached for me, pulling me towards him. “And I’m in the mood to fuck you, if you want me to pop that cherry for you.”
“Th—th—that sounds good,” I stuttered in disbelief, my wettest dreams suddenly becoming true.
“How about we take this to my bedroom, Ricky?” Brett asked, standing up, his hard cock stretched perpendicularly from his body as he grabbed me by the hand and led me to his room. “I think we’ll be more comfortable on my bed.”
“You want me doggy?” I asked moments later, stripping down in Brett’s room and climbing upon his bed.
“Nah, roll over on your back,” my brother directed, climbing between my legs, pushing my knees to my chest. “I want to taste that cunt, get you good and open for me.”
His tongue was suddenly at my hole, lapping at my knotted sphincter. “Jesus, that feels good,” I moaned, running my fingers through his thick head of hair as Brett ate me out. I started to relax, my nerves melting away as his probing tongue opened me up.
Soon, Brett inserted a finger, followed by another. Deftly, he stretched my orifice, readying it for his big dick. “Fuck me,” I begged, unable to endure the wait any longer. “Fuck me with that big dick.”
Sitting back on his haunches, gripping his big dick in his fist, Brett’s rounded cock head, engorged and dripping precum, made first contact with my wet hole. The initial pressure was a mix of pleasure and pain as my brother initiated penetration.
“This is gonna hurt,” Brett warned, working inside of me before giving a deep thrust.
“FUCK,” I winced, a flash of pain jolting my body.
“There we go, Ricky,” he looked down at his cock buried inside me. “I just popped your cherry.”
It felt more like my brother had rearranged my insides, his big dick testing the limits of my sphincter, his thick rod pushing against the walls of my bowels. It felt like his entire arm was inside of me, not just his cock.
“You’re so fucking big,” I marveled, my hands gripping his forearms, my sphincter clenching around the base of his cock. “It—it hurts to bad.”
“Just relax, Ricky,” Brett directed calmly, holding still within me. “You just gotta adjust to it, then it will start to feel good.”
I took some deep breaths, willing myself to relax as my brother initiated a series of slow, steady strokes inside me. I had to admit that Brett was right—his big one was indeed starting to feel good. Incredibly good.
“Damn, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” he exhaled, shoving deeper into me, his balls mashed against my hole. “And you’re so fucking tight. I’m gonna have to work hard to not bust my nut so fast inside this tight hole.”
I wrapped my legs around my brother’s meaty ass while he began to rock his pelvis, increasing his pace. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Fucking wreck my virgin hole.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” Brett winked, his meaty hands pushing my knees into my chest, his big cock pounding me harder. The headboard began to hit the wall, the bed springs straining beneath us. Brett’s full weight was upon me, his big cock battering my bowels, routing my virgin depths.
“You’re so deep,” I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head, my toes curling. He was jackhammering me hard, pummeling the living shit out of my quivering cunt. Sweat was dripping down his hairy chest, his face flush with exertion.
“I’m already getting close,” Brett announced urgently, his cock swelling inside of me. “You want my cum? You want me to shoot this load up your virgin ass?”
“Breed me,” I begged, my hands planted against his hairy chest, attempting to brace myself against his assault, his impending detonation. “Make me yours,” I pleaded.
“FUCK,” he bellowed with a deep thrust that shoved my head into the headboard, his body convulsing. “FUCK—FUCK—FUCK,” my brother continued to grunt, his cock throbbing in my depths, expelling his seed into my virgin void.
With his balls emptied, Brett collapsed upon me, his sweaty, hairy body pressed into mine. I reveled in the fullness inside of me—his big cock, his seed. But the moment was brief, my brother quickly withdrawing from me. A gaping hole was left in his wake, his pearly load dripping onto the bedsheet.
“I’m gonna go hit the gym, Ricky,” my brother announced, pulling on a pair of shorts over his wet cock. “You’re welcome to crash in my bed for as long as you want. Your hole might be a bit sore for awhile,” he laughed. “But you’ll feel better in a day or two.”
A rolled over on my belly, balling up a pillow under me. Brett’s scent was all over his sheets, stirring my desire for him again. I quickly fell into a deep sleep, our shared DNA swimming in my bowels.
I awoke hours later, a pair of thick fingers probing my used hole, testing the elasticity of my no-longer virgin cunt. Brett was ready to fuck me again, I assumed. But I was wrong.
“Your brother wasn’t kidding—you’re tight as fuck,” Dad’s voice was suddenly at my ear, his after-work scotch upon his warm breath. “You want some more dick, son?” Dad asked, his hairy body suddenly on top of me, his fat cock head pushing against my wet hole. “You want another load up your ass, boy?”
“Yes,” I nodded as Dad thrusted into me, vigorously pounding my used ass, forcing Brent’s load out of me with each thrust. “Fuck my ass, Dad,” I begged, gripping the sheets. “Fuck my sloppy hole.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.