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Your straight buddy fiiiiiinally let you suck his dick. He stipulated that it had to be while he was gaming so he could focus on something else and not have to look at you and risk this getting too, you know, gay.
And you know straight guys, always playing everything so cool. Bet he's loving it though.
You certainly are.
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“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled slowly, my head tipping back in ecstasy, his hand bracing against my chest as my big cock exploded in his mouth. I’d never let a dude go down on me before—never would have even considered it. But I was loving it. How the fuck did this happen?
It had been a rough year. I had knocked up a girl on our third date. That’s what I get for spurning condoms. In my defense, she told me she was on the pill—allegedly. As soon as she saw the two pink lines on the pee stick, she knew she wanted to keep the baby. Having grown up with an absent dad, I wasn’t going to do that to my own kid. So I did the honorable thing and married her, even though I was not ready to be done with sowing my wild oats at a mere 22 years old.
She had a difficult pregnancy, so sex went out the window almost immediately. I thought things would change once the baby came, but I was deluded. First she was too sore to fuck, then too tired after taking care of the baby all day. I was condemned to a life of rubbing one out in the shower each morning, watching my load circling down the drain—my sex life with it.
To add insult to injury, money was tight. My day job wasn’t paying our bills, so I started working for Grubhub at night for extra cash. I enjoyed getting out of the house, a break from my wife and the baby. And I really liked all the people that I met, delivering everything from smoothies to burgers to pricey lobster dinners.
That’s how I met Martin. He had ordered a bowl of pozole from Mamacita, an authentic Mexican place across town. He had opted for hand delivery, so I rang the doorbell with his warm soup packed up carefully for him.
“I’ve got a Grubhub delivery for Martin,” I announced as the door opened.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he blurted out upon seeing me, his eyes traversing my face to my crotch in under a second. “Jesus—I’m sorry. That was rude. I can never keep my stupid mouth shut.”
“It’s—it’s really okay,” I assured him, not wanting him to give me a low star rating, though I was a bit embarrassed. I was used to gay guys ogling me covertly at the gym, but I’d never had a guy openly compliment my looks. And even though I wasn’t gay, I had to admit it felt good to be noticed.
“Do you want to come inside for a drink?” Martin offered, while taking his delivery from me. “Or some of this soup? It’s really good, and I can never eat it all.”
“No thanks. I—uh—”
But before I could finish, he noticed my wedding band and immediately blurted out, “Oh, Jesus—you’re married, and I’m betting to a woman.”
“Yeah,” I affirmed.
“I’m such a fucking idiot,” he lamented, smacking his palm to his forehead. “Why am I always attracted to straight guys?!”
I shrugged, not knowing what to say. Objectively, he was a handsome guy. It didn’t make me gay to admit that. He looked to be a few years older than me, and had an athletic body. He seemed to be someone I would be friends with outside of a food delivery transaction. But he also seemed lonely, and I could relate to that. I was married with a kid, but had never felt so lonely in all my life.
And I think he sensed that in me.
“You—you sure you can’t come inside for a few minutes?” Martin offered again, his eyes pleading with me.
“I really can’t—” I began to protest.
“I’m like totally down to suck you off,” he interrupted with a brazen offer. “No strings. Just some easy head for you. Dump and go.”
Christ. What had I gotten myself into?
“I really can’t stay,” I backed away, making a beeline for my car in his driveway.
“Come back anytime,” he called to me as I slid into the driver seat. “My offer stands.”
I drove around for an hour after that, not accepting any more delivery orders. My mind was reeling. I’d never been propositioned by a guy before. One part of me was offended, and yet another part was flattered. But mostly—I was interested.
A no-strings blow job, he had promised. Dump and go. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that my big cock stirred at the thought. Other than my right hand, my cock had seen no action in over a year. My mind was made up.
“I was hoping you’d come back,” Martin smiled upon opening his door to me once more. “Come inside.”
He led me into his living room, and gestured to a plush couch, opposite a large screen TV. The place was nice, far nicer than the shitty apartment I shared with my wife and kid.
“You want a drink?” Martin offered. “I’ve got a nice bottle of whiskey open.”
“No thanks,” I declined, wanting to keep my wits.
“You ever done this before?” he prompted, taking a seat next to me on the couch. “Gotten your dick sucked by a guy?”
“Nope,” I shook my head. “I’m kinda nervous.”
“It’s cool,” Martin smiled warmly. “There’s a first time for everything. And I think you’ll like it. I’m told I give killer head.” That sounded promising, but I was still nervous as fuck.
“I can put on some porn,” he offered, gesturing to the large screen TV. “I’ve got a good selection of straight porn saved in my queue for guys like you.”
“Nah,” I demurred, wondering how many other straight guys like me had been sucked off on his couch. Probably more than I’d prefer to know. I glanced at the cushions for cum stains, but didn’t see any.
An awkward silence followed. My cock was aching to be sucked, but my brain was telling me to get the fuck out of there. I was getting cold feet rapidly, and Martin could sense it.
“We can chat some more, if you like. Get to know each other a bit,” he offered. “Or we can just get right to it—get that big cock down my warm throat.”
“Let’s just do it,” I opted, adjusting my swollen cock through my jeans. I was eager to get the deed done before I changed my mind.
“Take off your shirt,” he ordered, sliding off the couch and positioning himself on the floor between my knees. I duly complied, tossing my shirt onto an adjacent chair.
“Fuck, you’ve got a hot body,” Martin exclaimed, licking his lips as he ran his hands over my chest. “And I love that you’re hairy. Looks like you keep it clipped rather short?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “My wife doesn’t like me to get too hairy.”
“Bitches,” he laughed. “They have no clue that fur is sexy on a man.”
Martin then ran his hand along my bulging crotch, tracing the outline of my swollen cock. “Damn, bro,” he exclaimed. “You’re hard as a rock. When did you last bust a nut?”
“This morning—in the shower,” I replied sheepishly. “But don’t worry, I always shoot a big load.”
“Mmmm,” Martin purred, undoing my jeans. “I fucking love a big load.”
My rock hard cock erupted from my pants, nearly smacking Martin in the eye as he unzipped me and pulled my pants down around my ankles. Purple and dripping precum, my dick was ready for action.
“Christ, you’re hung,” he gasped, drooling over my endowment. “You’re what, like eight or nine inches?”
“Nine inches,” I confirmed unabashedly. “It’s a real pussy splitter.”
“I can tell,” Martin acknowledged, diving into it, ravenously licking my big dick over and over from balls to tip like a popsicle, my precum running down the side.
Fuck, it felt amazing.
“That feel good?” Martin paused, saliva stringing from the tip of my cock to his lips.
“Fucking amazing,” I acknowledged, the stress of life melting from my body.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he winked before swallowing my whole cock, taking the entire length of my veiny shaft down his throat in a single gulp, my hairy balls pressed against his chin.
“FUCK,” I cried out, having never been deep throated all the way before. Most girls who had even attempted to suck me usually only managed to swallow the first few inches of my big one before raking my shaft with their teeth, abruptly ending the encounter.
Martin went straight to work, bobbing up and down on my cock with a steady rhythm, eerily familiar to the pace I employ when I’m dipping my stick or jacking off. Jesus, he knew how to suck a dick. Instinctively, my arms moved up behind my head and rested on the back of the couch. My only goal was to enjoy the sheer bliss of his talent—and the dude had talent in spades.
With one arm stroking my hairy chest, teasing my nips on and off, his other hand moved to my balls. Massaging and tugging lightly on my round, ripe beauties, I knew he was going to work a big load out of me.
“Fuck you’re good,” I moaned, my shaft slipping back and forth between his supple lips, my cock head battering his tonsils.
“I’m glad you like it,” he cooed, coming up for a brief breath of air, drool and precum glistening on his chin. “I fucking love sucking a big dick—and you’ve definitely got a big one.”
My cock was loving his warm throat. I couldn’t imagine his service could get any better—until it did. Locking his lips tightly around my shaft, he gripped my cock and began to bob up and down rapidly on my cock, essentially jerking me with his mouth. It was incredibly intense, a sensation beyond belief. And my aching balls were responding.
I tried to hold back, really I did. But I couldn’t resist the pressure mounting in my balls, rising in my shaft. A wave of pleasure coursed through my cock and ricocheted through my body, my load imminent. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I’m about to bust,” I announced urgently, Martin increasing his pace, bringing me closer and closer to climax. “You want to me to shoot in your mouth? You want to eat my load?”
“Mmm hmm,” Martin nodded, not once taking his lips off my throbbing cock. There was no turning back. I was rounding third and headed to home plate.
“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled slowly, my head tipping back in ecstasy, Martin’s hand bracing against my chest as my big cock exploded in his mouth. My body shook uncontrollably as shot after shot of my thick load went careening down his eager throat. With his eyes looking up at me like a supplicant, Martin swallowed every last drop until my balls were empty.
I slowly went soft in his mouth as he worked his tongue along the diminishing girth of my shaft, licking it clean. Finally releasing me, he cleaned my balls with his tongue, and gave a final suck to the tip of my cock, pulling that one last drop of cum out of me.
“Holy fuck,” I exclaimed in gratitude. “You are fucking amazing.”
“Thanks,” he smiled, wiping his cummy lips with the back of his hand. “You’ve got a great cock. You’re welcome to feed me a load anytime you need it.”
I thanked Martin, as I rose to my feet, weak in the knees as I pulled up my jeans and stuffed my spent cock back into them. My brain felt fuzzy, following possibly the best orgasm of my life.
Martin and I made small talk as I pulled on my shirt and put myself back in order. I assured him that I would return for more of his cock worship—soon, I promised.
“You know—you’re more than welcome to fuck my ass with that big thing the next time you return,” Martin offered as he saw me to the door. “I’ve got a tight cunt, and I’m known to be a power bottom. You’ll love my hole.”
I thanked him, but made no promises about fucking him. I wasn’t sure if that was a bridge I was ready to cross. A good blow job was all I needed.
But I thought about his offer that night while in bed, my wife snoring by my side, my kid sleeping in the next room. I would be kidding myself if I denied wanting to fuck Martin up the ass with my big dick, seeding his tight cunt. I had heard that ass feels really good—even better than pussy. And, hey, it’s not like the guy can get pregnant.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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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.
“What the fuck?” he jumped out of bed at four in the morning, turning on the lamp on his bed table, awakening me from a deep, post-coital slumber. He was all up in my face while covering his big dick with one hand, though it had already been up my ass three times that night. “Dude—who the fuck are you? And why the fuck are you naked and in bed with me?”
“You hit on me at the bar last night,” I began to explain calmly, alarmed by his sudden amnesia. He was drunk when we had fucked, but I didn’t realize he had been that drunk. “We then Ubered back here to your place, and fucked our brains out,” I reminded him.
“No—that’s impossible,” he refuted. “I brought a hot bitch home from the bar and smashed her cunt. Where did she go? Her name was Baby.”
“Well, you kept calling me baby when you were inside me,” I clarified. “You were trashed on tequila shots. I guess you thought I was a bitch when you dragged me home.”
“Christ, this is bad,” he ran his fingers through his hair. “I’ve done some fucked-up shit when I was drunk before, but I’ve never stuck my dick in a dude.”
“Don’t be embarrassed,” I tried to console him. “A lot of guys—”
“Oh, Christ. It’s all coming back to me now. I got you to peg my ass, didn’t I?” he groaned. “Please tell me that was a strap-on you used on me and not your—”
“It was my dick,” I stated plainly. “I fucked you with my dick.”
“Fuck. No wonder it hurt so much. Jesus, you’re hung,” he looked over at my exposed cock, the bedsheet down around my ankles.
“Yeah, though I love to bottom,” I groped my big dick, “I’ve also got the cock of a power top.”
“Wait a minute,” he reached behind himself, fingering his wet hole. “Did you cum up my ass?”
“Uh—well—“
“Never mind,” he cut me off, holding up his fingers, slicked with my cum. “I’d rather not know.”
“Look, if it’s any consolation, we had a really fun time together,” I tried to assure him. “For a straight guy,” I employed air quotes, “you really seemed to get into gay sex—both topping and bottoming.”
“Great,” he sighed. “That’s just what every straight guy wants to hear.”
“How’s your sex life been lately?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation.
“Abysmal,” he hung his head in shame. “I haven’t had pussy in months. And then when I finally score—it’s with some gay dude.”
“Your dry spell makes no sense to me,” I tried to sympathize with him. “I mean, you’re hot as fuck, you’ve got a big dick, and you’re talented as fuck in bed. I can’t remember the last time a guy stayed hard and dumped three loads in me in one session.”
“I—I seriously dumped three loads in you?” he asked in disbelief. “I usually don’t have that kind of stamina. I’m more of a wham, bam, thank you, ma’am kind of guy when I fuck. I wish I could remember what it was like to dump three loads in you.”
“You don’t have to remember,” I rolled over, presenting my used ass to him. “Why not go for load number four?”
“Actually,” he stopped me. “I think I’d rather let you tap my ass again. I sort of really enjoy getting pegged.”
“You mean fucked.”
“Yeah—pegged—fucked—whatever. It’s all the same.”
“No, it’s not the same. One involves a dildo, and the other a cock,” I clarified. “You’re saying you want my big cock? You want me to fuck your ass again?”
“Yeah,” he smiled deviously, climbing onto the bed, positioning himself on all fours. “I want you to fuck my ass again with that big dick.”
“No—flip over on your back,” I instructed him. “I want to fuck you missionary. I want you to be able to see me when I’m plowing your hole.”
“I dunno,” he complied begrudgingly, turning over onto his back. “Missionary is kinda gay.”
“Says the guy begging to get my big dick up his ass—again,” I laughed. “Now open those legs for me, show me that hole.”
Obediently, he pulled his knees to his chest, presenting his used hole to me. It was puffy and raw, beaten to a pulp from the intense fucking I’d given him earlier. My big dick craved to be inside him once more.
“FUCK,” he gasped, gripping my forearms as I shoved into him, my hands pushing his knees further into his chest. “Christ, your big cock feels so good inside of me.”
“You seriously had never taken cock before tonight?” I asked, delivering a series of deep thrusts into his bowels.
“No, I’ve only been pegged before,” he answered, stretching his legs, wrapping them around my meaty ass. “I told you—I’m not gay.”
“Well, whatever you are, you’ve got a cunt made for cock,” I informed him, increasing my pace, pummeling him harder. “A hole this good needs to be used by real cock—and not a latex dick.”
I was pounding him hard, his cunt opening for me, pulling me deeper. For an alleged straight guy, he sure as hell loved taking my big one.
“Fuck me,” he begged, his fingers digging into my flesh as I pounded him senselessly, jackhammering his cunt with zero mercy. “Fucking destroy my hole.”
I wanted to last longer, really I did. Yet sometimes a hole is just too good. I was gritting my teeth, trying to hold back my nut, but it was a losing battle. My cock began to swell inside him, my balls throbbing for release. My load was imminent, and so I gave one last, deep thrust into his guts before riding that orgasmic wave of pleasure.
“FUCK,” I growled, my cock throbbing in his depths, releasing my seed into his cunt. “Yeah, take my fucking load,” I barked, my cum forcefully discharging into his guts, spraying the walls of his fuck canal.
“That’s it—breed me,” he pleaded, his arms wrapping around my torso, pulling me into him. “Your cum feels so warm inside me.”
“Fuck, that was good,” I exhaled as I pulled out of him, my balls satisfied. My pearly load dripped from his wrecked hole, puddling on the sheet. “You feel good, too?” I inquired.
“Fucking amazing,” he stretched his legs, a blissful smile on his face. “Your real cock feels way better than a strap-on.”
“No shit,” I laughed, crashing on the bed next to him, my face turned towards his. “You seriously found a lot of bitches who were willing to peg your ass?”
“Not that many,” he admitted, propping his muscular arms behind his head. “Most girls thought it sounded fucked up and wouldn’t even try it. Mostly, I just fucked myself with a dildo whenever I was in the mood.”
“Dude—I don’t mean to state the obvious, but I think you might be gay,” I observed, curling myself into his body as I stroked his hairy chest. “Have you ever considered that you might like guys—that you could be gay?”
“I dunno—sex is all just so confusing,” he exhaled in exasperation. “I mean, how can I know if I’m gay?”
I rolled over on top of him again, our lips meeting. Tenderly, passionately, I began to kiss him. Our tongues danced, a soft moaning emanating from deep in his throat. I reached down and gripped his cock, rock hard in my fist. We continued to kiss, lips locked, as I jacked his big dick.
“Yeah—I might be gay,” he laughed as our lips parted. “Jesus, that kiss was amazing. You’re a talented kisser.”
“I have many talents,” I smiled deviously, pushing his knees to his chest. Gripping his big dick like a handle, I climbed between his legs and pushed back into his cummy hole.
“Fuuuuck, that feels good,” his head tipped back against the pillow in ecstasy. Jacking his cock in one hand, I proceeded to work his hole again, my big dick routing his depths. “I think you’re right,” he smiled, gripping my forearms, bracing himself against my deep thrusts into his bowels. “I’m definitely gay.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
Jake was the reason that so many heads turned when we walked down the street together. Men and women. They all wanted to be him or be with him. And lucky me, I was the one who had him on his arm.
I can't say I blame them for looking. My baby is fucking gorgeous, a naturally handsome brunet with dark brooding eyes and a smile that could make the pipe strip naked. Add to that a body he maintained at the gym three days a week and you have a walking wet dream right out of a porn flick.
Whenever we'd go out for dinner I would imagine all the guys who were undressing him with their eyes stealing my man into a corner where they'd make out with him while all I could do is watch him melt like butter. I had to control my desires otherwise I'd have a lump to explain and I'd rather not spoil a glamorous evening. Just the same, I'd record the hot guys on the room in my mind for a vigorous hand job session later. What can I say, I am a kinky critter.
I got the chance to visit Miami for business and I was able to talk my boss into letting me take Jake along with me. We hadn't been able to take any vacation time in the past two years and this trip was long overdue. The three day business trip was extended into a week long visit in the sun. During the first three days while I attended meetings Jake puttered around the hotel, working out in the gym and tanning by the rooftop pool.
Once my work was done we ventured out to immerse ourselves in the city's culture. We walked around the downtown area and over to the beaches where the most amazing guys were. After our first day walking the beach, Jake wanted to try out a local gym to catch the flavor. I was more afraid of catching a venereal disease.
We got a locker and stowed our stuff as we strutted into the main section to work out. Jake wanted to work on his legs so I, along with every horny man in the city, was treated to him stretching and flexing his glutes in the most provocative way possible.
And the guys noticed him. It was as if the gym shit down as he moved amongst equipment pieces with men who were more muscular and masculine than me gathering around to drink their refreshments or just wipe sweat off their brows as they watched Jake lifting weights with full bubble butt muscles.
It was intoxicating as fuck for me to see so many desirable men drooling over my man as he worked out and my mind went into overdrive picturing the studs stealing him away from me and showing him how they welcomed desirable sluts in the deep south. I was definitely going to be beating off as soon as I could get some alone time. These dark haired daddies were giving me a constant chub as we worked out.
When Jake finally completed his workout he said he wanted to try out the sauna. The signs said we needed to shower first so we headed to the showers to rinse off. When I saw that the room was a communal set up, I became aroused again. To keep things low key, I claimed a nozzle a few away from Jake so he didn't see just what a depraved slut his baby was. I mean he knew, but he didn't need a constant reminder of it.
As we washed up, one of the more courageous voyeurs from the floor joined us under the nozzles. I looked over to see him take a spot right beside Jake and as the water poured down on top of his head he looked over at my baby and smiled. Jake saw this and smiled back.
He said hello and that his name was Eduardo. Then as he scrubbed his hairy belly with some soap he asked if Jake was visiting? My man just grinned and said he was and was thoroughly enjoying the city.
Eduardo asked if he had gotten the famous Boca greeting, and thinking that he was referring to something from Boca Raton, Jake smiled and replied he hadn't.
Eduardo gasped and offered to rectify the situation and Jake, who was taken by the forwardness of Eduardo said he would be delighted to experience a Boca greeting.
Eduardo looked at me quickly with a glint in his eye as he stepped over and grasped Jake's hand before wrapping his other hand around Jake's head and brought him in for a soul draining kiss under Jake's shower head. It was then I remembered some Spanish from my high school class and recalled that Boca meant mouth.
As the stranger began to swivel his neck as he kissed my man, I could see his mouth muscles flexing as his tongue was dueling with Jake's. I heard the groaning as Jake wrestled him back trying to claim the dominant role but Eduardo had a good six inches of height on him. As the hot daddy pressed his position, I could see his string tanned arm sliding down Jake's back until he had a handful of the tight muscles ass cheeks that were on display on the floor.
The two of them broke apart in a series of suction noes as their mouths made small kisses with each other while Jake's hand slid through the forest on his new friend's chest. His hand slipped through the curls followed by Jake's handsome face with his mouth sucking tightly on a nipple it found poking out in front of him.
Eduardo released a contented sigh as he let Jake suckle his tit like an infant. After a bit his strong arms urged Jake to continue his venture down his torso until he was face to face with a seriously threatening looking uncut erection. It bobbed in front of his face as Jake settled to his knees under the shower.
Jake tentatively stuck out his tongue which was last investigating a prominent nipple only now to test the saltiness of a leaking cock. Judging from the contented moan, it met his approval as he wrapped his lips around the eager intruder and began bobbing his head under the spray.
Eduardo leaned his back against the shower wall behind him as he placed his hands on Jake's shoulders, massaging them as my man massaged his dick with his tongue. As Jake continued to suck the large member, Eduardo rubbed my baby's shoulders, then back as he bent over and reached down to feel his intended target. As Jake got heavily vested in his blowjob, Eduardo had him stand up and bend over to give him better access to his hole.
I watched with an aching cock as I saw Eduardo's fingers work their way into Jake's pink portal. As he breached the hole I heard Jake groan in excitement, feeling the long finger invade his asshole. Our new friend stood their with one hand holding Jake's head against his crotch while his other diddled the opening he was planning on wrecking with his weapon of ass destruction.
Eduardo suddenly popped his throbbing prick out of Jake's mouth and spun my baby around so that he was facing the other direction. He then lined up his saliva coated prick with the digitally stretched hole and in one fluid movement slid into Jake's ass and gripped his hips to aid in burying his bone as deep as it was willing to go.
Jake let out a howl from the surprise entry which caused two more of the lookers from the gym floor to come running. When they saw Eduardo planted up Jake's ass, they smiled and quickly ditched their gym shorts and joined him under the shower. Jake looked up at them and their rapidly expanding boners and grinned. They stepped closer and gave Jake their hips to grab as he was further hollowed out by Eduardo's cock.
As he bottomed out up Jake's ass, Eduardo gave a high five to one of the guys as the other grabbed Jake's head and directed it onto his cock now waving in his face. The groaning gave way to slurping as the guys set up a rhythm to their shower spit they were performing. Jake was now also giving the third guy a hand job while he was completely absorbed in getting his sexual freak on.
The Latino men were rapid fire speaking in Spanish as they used my man like a top notch sex toy that the gym owner had added to the shower room. The two guys in the front swapped places in Jake's mouth a couple times while the three of them kissed each other over Jake's back.
Fifteen minutes and two cum loads from me later, the fellow in Jake's mouth unloaded a lengthy burst of Spanish before blasting his load into my baby's mouth. His friend shot his load on the left side of Jake's handsome face. This triggered my man to an orgasm as I saw a quick blast spurt out of his cock and paint the second fellow's hairy leg.
The orgasm caused Jake to clench his ass which in turn tightly gripped Eduardo's pecker, which was already ready to shoot. He shouted aloud as he came, breeding my man's hole. The three guys held Jake as he struggled to stay on his feet under the hot spray of water. The four of them laughed as they took soaping each other up before finally leaving the shower.
I hugged my baby as he dried off and I whispered into his ear if he still wanted to go sit in the steam room. He smiled as he gave me the bird and said that he wanted to just go back to the room and take a nap.
My daughter's boyfriend is only in my house for about 25 minutes each day while he waits for her to get ready in the morning, but that's just enough time for me to bend him over the living room couch and fuck that fat ass of his until I've shot my load up into him. He always starts out keeping an eye out for her coming down the stairs, but my rapid brutal thrusting almost always overwhelms him. We've even almost been caught in the act a few times as a result.
However, we've been lucky so far, and I'm too hooked on fucking his ass, and he's too hooked on getting bred by me for either of us to give it up. So every day, my daughter's boyfriend greets her coming down the stairs with a kiss, gives her a lift to the university campus, and spends most of the day hanging out with her all while my load is dripping out of his freshly fucked hole. She thinks so highly of him as he never pushes her to reconsider her decision to wait for marriage, unlike her friends' boyfriends, but that's only because I'm keeping him satisfied while he waits.
Kiran was pretty desperate for cash, what with all that he was having to send to his ex-wife, so he really couldn’t afford to turn down any clients who wanted to use his services as a personal trainer. That’s why instead of telling a couple of queers who asked him to be their personal trainer to take a hike, he’d instead had to grit his teeth and take the fairies’ offer of twice his usual rate in exchange for spending hours in the gym with them working on their workouts.
It really didn’t help that both incessantly flirted with him and tried to flaunt their near-nude bodies for him. Kiran normally wouldn’t have let any man who tried it on with him go without teaching them a lesson, but whenever either of the couple got close to crossing the line of Kiran’s tolerance, they’d always up their offer even more, and Kiran would have to swallow his disgust and let them carry on eye-fucking him. Of course, greedy sluts that they were, the couple kept pushing Kiran for more and more from him, always increasing their contributions until Kuran couldn’t help but give in to their advances.
At first they’d wanted to feel up his muscles, and then they wanted to squeeze them. From there they’d started getting him to let them squeeze his bulge, first through his shorts but soon after through just his underwear and then finally while he was completely nude. Once that line was crossed, things escalated even quicker; they advanced from stroking it to jerking it to licking it and then finally to sucking it down into their mouths in quick succession.
Each escalation was accompanied by an additional injection into Kiran’s wallet, so Kiran found it impossible to turn them down, even though his training sessions now involved feeding at least one of them his load. He would have complained about them draining his balls dry before he could hook up with any ladies, but as he hadn’t had any action with a woman since he’d divorced his wife, he was never able to make that excuse. It at least meant he was always able to deliver on the multiple loads of cum the couple wanted from him every gym session.
Things finally came to a head when the couple asked Kiran to fuck them up the arse. Kiran had put his foot down then and said that there was no way in hell that was happening; then the couple let him know how much they’d be willing to give him, and sure enough, Kiran ended up giving in and fucking them one after the other.
As Kiran rutted into the ass of one of the sluts, who moaned and gripped the weight bar tighter with each thrust all while the other one stood by jerking off to the sight of his boyfriend being fucked by a far superior example of a man, Kiran couldn’t help but contemplate how he’d ended up in his current situation. From his point of view, the worst thing was that he’d actually started to become addicted to getting sucked off by the couple every day; they were much more skilled and enthusiastic than his wife had ever been, after all.
Fucking their asses was even more addicting, as the tightness and heat of the men’s asses were so much better than any pussy he’d ever had, and he knew that he’d probably never be able to go back to fucking women again, not when he had two willing cock sluts to fuck whenever he wanted. It pissed him off that they’d effectively turned him into the equivalent of a human dildo, to use whenever they wanted to get stuffed full of cock, but the only thing he could do to show his frustration was to fuck the bitch in front of him harder, and that only made the slut moan harder.
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Both Sid and Bruno knew they wouldn’t be able to pass their university exams without getting a look at the answer sheet beforehand and that if they flunked their exams, they could kiss their sports scholarships goodbye. Unfortunately for them, the only guy they knew who had the sheet was Ruben, the weakling nerd they had been bullying since they’d first met him in the university dorms.
Ruben wasn’t too keen on helping his two primary tormentors out of a jam of their own creation, so he was demanding a high price from the two jocks for it. The only way Ruben was going to be handing the answers over to anyone was if they sucked him off and swallowed down his load first. Sid and Bruno didn’t have any other options, so they’d reluctantly submitted to licking and sucking their once-victim’s cock until he gave up the answers.
It was only once they’d started coating Ruben’s cock with their spit that Ruban announced that he’d only be giving his answer key to the one who completely swallowed his load. That immediately caused Sid and Bruno to start fighting over who could take Ruben’s cock into their mouth and claim the prize.
Unfortunately for them, their aggressive jockeying over Ruben’s cock meant that when Ruben finally shot his load, neither had his cock in their mouth, causing the cum they’d meant to be swallowing to instead end up covering both of their faces. Luckily, Ruben was a good enough sport to give them both another chance to again compete over his load and for as many more tries as it takes before one of them claims the victory.
“Dude—what the fuck?” I exclaimed upon coming back to my dorm room after class and finding my roommate Alfie sucking on the condom in which I had fucked some bitch the night before. His pocket pussy was on his bed. “Are you seriously eating my load from the trash?”
“Yeah—sorry,” Alfie admitted feebly. “There’s no sense denying it—I like to swallow your cum and then get myself off with my Fleshlight.”
Alfie wouldn’t have been my choice for a roommate, but we were thrown together by student housing our freshman year. Nerdy and cerebral, he was nothing like me—your average red-blooded jock just looking to fuck as much pussy as I could.
Alfie had some odd habits, like wearing the same blue ballcap and mirrored shades all the time—even to class. He also jacked off obsessively to gay manga porn with his pocket pussy, whereas I preferred to fuck real pussy.
Alfie also liked to watch me fuck the steady stream of bitches who I paraded through our room. I must admit, I kind of liked being watched. I have a big cock, big enough that I could do porn if college didn’t work out.
And so I didn’t mind the first time I was smashing some pussy on my bed, the bitch screaming her head off as I wrecked her cunt with my big one, and I looked over to find Alfie watching, rubbing himself. His eyes only emboldened my performance.
Weirdly, none of the bitches seemed to mind that Alfie would watch us so openly. With my good looks, chiseled body, and huge cock, these sluts would probably let me fuck them in the center of the campus quad in the middle of the day. That’s how desperate they were to get my big cock in their cunts.
If I’m being honest, most of these bitches would let me fuck them without a condom. And, like any guy, I loved the idea of fucking raw dog, busting my nut in a wet cunt, pulling out to admire the cream pie I left behind. But the idea of knocking up some bitch at eighteen scared the shit out of me.
“Always wrap it,” my father advised me when I left for college, giving me a bulk-supply box of Magnums XLs to get me started. “These bitches will tell you they’re on the pill,” Dad warned me. “But don’t believe them. They’re just looking to trap a good-looking guy like you into marriage.”
And so I took his advice to heart, always wrapping my dick when I fucked, shooting my thick load into that reservoir tip instead of seeding the bitch. I just never expected that my roommate Alfie would then eat my loads from the trash like some ravenous gay raccoon.
“That’s fucked up, dude,” I admonished him, catching him red handed, my used condom in his mouth. “That’s gross—it’s fucking trash.”
“One man’s trash is another man’s treasure,” he giggled sadistically, my discarded cum on his tongue. “Finders keepers.”
My first reaction was to march down to the student housing office and demand a new roommate. I shouldn’t have been expected to live with a weirdo who ate my cum out of the trash. But I had to admit, it kind of turned me on. Not only was I god’s gift to women, my big cock a source for their endless pleasure, there was a dude willing to fish my cum out of the trash just to eat it.
And so I let it slide with Alfie. He had flown his freak flag, and I was going to respect it.
“You—you’re not pissed?” he ventured when I backed down.
“Nah,” I dismissed. “Have at it, dude. Enjoy your meal. I guess it’s good to know my swimmers are going to good use, and not dying an agonizing death in a latex prison.”
But I wasn’t done with the matter.
That night, I scooped up another slutty bitch at a fraternity party, dragging her back to my room to fuck her senselessly. Blonde with big tits, I knew Alfie was going to love watching as I plowed her pussy.
Alfie pretended to be asleep when we stumbled into the room, crashing onto my bed, our clothes quickly dumped onto the floor. But I knew that sick fucker was wide awake, eager to watch and then eat my cum from the trash.
“Is your roommate asleep?” the drunk bitch squawked, eyeing Alfie, suspiciously prone on the bed.
“Yeah—just forget he’s there,” I insisted. “He won’t bother us.”
“You can fuck me raw,” the bitch gave me permission as I tore open the Magnum XL with my teeth. “I’m on the pill.”
But I ignored her, sheathing my sword in the anti-pregnancy protection of lubricated latex. Fully armored, I pushed open her legs wider, my meaty hands on her smooth thighs, and plunged into her pussy.
“You’re so fucking big,” she yelped like all the other bitches before her, my cock head smashing against her cervix. Her glitter-coated nails dug into my back.
I looked over at Alfie, already stroking his cock on his bed. Our eyes locked, my devious smiling conveying my ultimate wish for him: This one is for you, dude. Enjoy it.
I returned my attention to the task at hand—destroying the bitch’s cunt. Planking above her, raised up on my muscular arms, my hands pushed into the bed on either side of her enormous tits, I began to pummel her pussy at a brutal pace.
Yeah, I know I’m an asshole when I fuck. But the bitches I fuck aren’t girlfriend material. I’m not expected to make love slowly to them with passion. I don’t have to apologize afterwards for pounding her pussy into a pulpy mess, because I’m never going to see the bitch again. And the truth is, a lot of bitches like that.
“Yeah—fuck my pussy,” this particular bitch begged, my big cock stretching her labia, my pelvic bone rubbing against her nubby clit with each thrust.
I looked over at Alfie. He was watching intently, stroking himself. It seemed sad that he lived vicariously through my nightly fucks, but at least I always promised a good show.
“You like this big cock?” I demanded, enjoying the sight of her big jugs jiggling with each thrust that I delivered inside her. “You like this big cock in your tight cunt?”
A quick point of observation—her pussy wasn’t tight. She was so loose, I would have bet she’d already had a cock or two at the frat party where I found her. And from the viscous cream oozing from her pussy as I pounded her, I was certain my dick was surfing a wave of some other dude’s sloppy seconds. Sluts be sluts.
“Mmm, yeah. Your big dick feels so good inside me,” she moaned, holding on for dear life as I jackhammered her quivering cunt relentlessly. “I’m feeling close,” she warned. “Make me cum.”
I’m ambivalent about the female orgasm. If a bitch cums while I’m fucking her, more power to her. But it’s not my job to get her there. Frankly, I’m doing all the work just to get my nut off. She can worry about her own damn orgasm.
Thankfully, my big cock had done the work for both of us. A feral moan began in her throat. “OH FUCK—OH FUCK,” she screamed, digging her nails into my back harder, her pussy pulsing as I continued to pound her over and over. My own load was imminent.
“FUCK,” I grunted, my cock discharging, a wave of adrenaline surging through my body. I looked over at Alfie, our eyes locked, as I delivered up his future meal.
“Yeah, shoot that load in my pussy,” she begged, obviously forgetting that my swimmers were safely blocked by my latex cum catcher.
When my cock had stopped throbbing, my balls emptied, I pulled out of her. Her cunt was gaping, her labia red and raw following the assault I had delivered.
“Thanks,” I offered halfheartedly, looking down at my spent dick. The condom drooped from the tip of my cock, engorged with my pearly load. It reminded me of a deformed ballon animal.
Snapping off the condom, I handed it to Alfie, his eyes wide with surprise. Deftly, he stuck the open end in his mouth, resting it upon his tongue. Tipping his head back, he swallowed my warm cum, a soft moan escaping his lips as he finished.
“What the fuck?!” the bitch screamed in horror, sitting up in my bed, a witness to Alfie’s creamy meal.
But before I could respond, before I could tell her to mind her own fucking business, Alfie dropped to his knees, the emptied condom still in his hand. Brazenly, he took my spent cock in his mouth, licking me clean—and then sucking me.
“Fuck that feels good,” I exhaled, my head tipping back, my cock hard in his mouth. His warm throat felt better than any head I’d ever received from a girl. “Yeah—suck my dick,” I ordered. “Suck my big fucking dick.”
The bitch—I had nearly forgotten her—scrambled to her feet, yanking on her clothes from the floor. Shoving her feet back into her wedged platforms, she muttered something under her breath about sick fucks and men being pigs. She was soon bolting out the door.
“You two are fucked,” she yelled, slamming the door behind her.
“No—you’re the one who got fucked,” I shouted back, laughing to myself. I guess I should have felt a little sorry for the bitch, but I didn’t really care. I was well on my way to feeding Alfie his second load of the night.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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“What’s up, Hollywood?” Cody called to me, using the nickname he had teased me with back in high school when I was the only gay kid in school, obsessed with breaking into films one day. He was sitting on the back of his truck, shirtless and shoeless, looking hot as fuck with his muddy foot propped up on the tailgate, a beer in hand. As always, his scruffy, boyish face melted me. “Thought you was out in California,” Cody smiled, his drunken eyes appraising me.
It was a typical Saturday night in east Texas, with trucks circled around a bonfire on the muddy floodplain adjacent to the bayou. Tailgates were loaded with coolers of beer, and KSAM blasted on all the radios. Shirtless studs, sweaty and horny, flirted with bitches in Daisy Dukes and boots. I didn’t belong there. Those people weren’t my crowd. But there wasn’t much else to do in such a small town, especially if you were on the hunt for some dick.
“Thought you was gonna make it big in the movies,” Cody teased, tipping back his bottle of Coors.
“No—uh—I didn’t have much luck out there,” I acknowledged, embarrassed by my failure to get a single call back. In truth, the only thing I was good at in La La Land was bending over for cock at a gay club in West Hollywood. “I moved back home last month when my money ran out.”
“You livin’ with your parents again?” Cody asked pointedly.
“Yep.”
“Well, that fuckin’ sucks,” he laughed, taking another swig of beer as he stared briefly towards the bonfire before turning his attention back to me, his eyes seeming to feast upon me. Or was I just fooling myself again?
Cody and I hadn’t been what you’d call friends in high school, but we were in each other’s orbit thanks to our school theater program. He was always cast as the lead in the school musicals, having the requisite manly swagger and warm baritone for Curly in Oklahoma or Sky Masterson in Guys and Dolls. Though Cody was straight, always fucking some random girl, I often picked up on a vibe from him. Yet inevitably, I dismissed my suspicions as wishful thinking.
“What—what are you up to nowadays?” I tried to turn the discussion away from me. “Last I heard, you were doing AC repair with your dad.”
“Yup,” he nodded. “It’s not the most exciting work, but the pay is good. I bought a little house over on Dogwood last year, and Dad is gonna let me take over the business when he retires.”
“Wow, that’s awesome,” I replied, ashamed that Cody had matured into adulthood when I was still aimless. “You and Misty Parker still together? Think you two might get hitched one day?”
“Nah,” he laughed. “I dumped that bitch when I found out she was giving up her pussy to the assistant manager from the Walmart where she works. He knocked her up and had to leave his wife. It was a fuckin’ mess.”
“Damn,” I gasped. “I’m sorry that—”
“I gotta take a piss,” Cody cut me off, not interested in my sympathies. He climbed off the back of the truck and ambled toward the tree line where guys went to relieve their bladders after too many beers. “Well, ain’t you gonna come with me?” he turned back to look at me as he adjusted his junk with one hand, a devious smile on his face.
Was this really happening?
I followed a few steps behind Cody, not wanting to be obvious about what might happen—about what I wanted to happen. In truth, there was nothing unusual about two guys going into the tree line to take a piss together, aiming their stream at the same tree while strategizing over which bitch they each hoped to fuck that night. But if I played my cards right, I could be the bitch who Cody fucked that night.
He led us deep into the woods, far away from the crowd around the bonfire, finally stopping to unzip in front of a massive oak. Cody pulled out a big, floppy cock and, aiming at the tree trunk, released his stream—a golden arc glinting in the moonlight. He pissed like a racehorse, my eyes locked upon his magnificent dick, my mouth watering for it.
“Well, what you waiting for?” Cody taunted, turning towards me as his stream ceased, a golden drop hanging at the tip. “You gonna suck it for me or not?”
I dropped to my knees, taking his big dick into my mouth, that last drop of piss coating my tongue and tasting like warm beer. “Fuuuuck, I needed this,” Cody exhaled, his cock lengthening and hardening in my mouth, confirming the rumors about him—that Cody was hung like fuck.
As I took him to the balls, deep throating him all the way, Cody placed his meaty hands on the back of my head, his cock head abusing the upper reaches of my esophagus. I proceeded to suck him ravenously, eager to have his warm load in my belly, but Cody had other plans.
“Can I fuck you?” he extracted his cock from my throat. Suddenly, he was pulling me up off my knees as he spun me around and pushed me up against the oak tree, its bark still wet with his piss. “Can I shoot my load up your ass?”
“Yes,” I agreed readily. His hands were at my hips, yanking down my jeans to my ankles without bothering to undo them, the rough denim waistband scraping down my thighs. “Fuck me with that big cock,” I begged.
His thick fingers were suddenly in my hole, probing into me. “Have you already been fucked tonight?” he accused, extracting his fingers, slicked with cum. “Did some dude already breed you?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “I gave up my ass to a trucker at that Exxon out on the truck route on my way here tonight.”
“That’s fuckin’ hot,” Cody exclaimed, pressing his rounded cock head against the folds of my sloppy cunt. “I fuckin’ love a sloppy hole.”
And then he did it—shoved his big one into me with a violent thrust, a long-awaited desire brought to reality. His hands dug into my hips, pulling my body into him as he went balls deep in my warm fuck canal.
“Fuck, you’re hung,” I gasped, reveling in the fullness inside of me. Though I had enjoyed the trucker’s cock just one hour earlier, it was merely an appetizer compared to the big slab of meat that was presently using my ass.
“You like this big dick,” Cody asked, pounding inside of me. “You like this big dick in your sloppy cunt?”
“Yes,” I answered, his body slamming me into the tree trunk with each thrust, the bark scraping my face. “Your big cock feels so good inside of me.”
“I bet you didn’t get any cock as big as mine out in California,” he wagered, his cock head pounding at my inner-sphincter, driving me wild.
“No—you’re the biggest,” I confirmed, my eyes rolling back into my head.
“Everything’s bigger in Texas, baby,” he crowed, slapping my ass with his open palm, the smack echoing through the trees. “Yeah, open that cunt for me,” he drove deeper, adjusting his angle. “Show me how much you love this big dick up your ass.”
The sensation of his big dick working inside me, abusing my bowels, was overwhelming. He was pummeling me hard, jackhammering my cunt with a violent fury. My legs began to go numb, my body succumbing to the assault. My mind drifted, the only sound reaching into my brain was the rhythmic smack of his balls against my ass as he pounded me relentlessly.
“You want my cum?” he broke me from my trance, his cock a piston in my bowels. “You want me to dump my load in you?”
“Yes,” I begged, my nails digging into the tree bark. “Fucking seed my ass.”
“You’re about to get it,” Cody warned, pushing his forearm into my back, shoving his weight into me. “Fuck, dude—I’m so fucking close—OH FUCK—Here it comes, dude—YEAH—FUCK YEAH—SHIT—FUCK.”
I could feel every shot of cum as Cody unloaded inside of me, his body shaking uncontrollably as his warm load spewed into my depths. “Yeah, breed me,” I moaned, reveling in the warmth spreading inside of me as his seed inundated my guts.
When the throbbing in my void had ceased, his balls having reached empty, Cody pulled out of me abruptly. Instantly, his pearly load escaped my gaping hole, trailing down the back of my leg. Motionless, I listened as he stuffed his spent cock back into his jeans, my hands still gripping the tree trunk as he turned to leave.
“Ain’t you goin’ back to the bonfire with me?” he asked, zipping up his jeans.
“You go ahead,” I leaned my face against the cool bark of the tree. “I just need a few minutes to catch my breath. I’ll be fine out here.”
“Nonsense,” Cody refused, hiking up my jeans over my used ass, his cum squished between the denim and my skin. “You and I need to go by your parents’ place and pack up your shit.”
“Pack up my shit?” I questioned, finally turning to face Cody. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You’re moving in with me,” Cody smiled, his impish grin aglow in the moonlight.
“Cody, I can’t move in with you,” I began to protest. “I don’t have a job yet. I couldn’t pay you rent or—”
“I don’t want no rent,” he assured me, pulling me into him with his muscular arms as his lips found mine, tasting me. “All I want is you, Hollywood. You good with that?”
“Yeah,” I smiled bashfully, my heart leaping in my chest. “I’m good with that.”
“And no more truckers in gas stations,” he admonished playfully, taking me by the hand and pulling me back to the bonfire. “Unless I get to join in on the fun.”
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“FUCK,” I screamed in pain as Beau shoved his big dick up my ass, my virgin hole torn in two, the American flag a witness to our ungodly fornication. He had promised that it wouldn’t hurt—a total lie. But I didn’t care. I wanted Beau to be my friend in the worst possible way, even if that meant taking his cock up my ass.
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Mr. Flanagan was on the rooftop of Club Spurt, partaking in their annual St. Paddy’s Day celebration, when I spotted him in the crowd. It had been a few years since he taught me world history in high school. And though his thick, ginger beard had begun to go silver, he still looked hot as fuck, his muscular pecs covered in a soft fanning of fur. Back in school, I had always fantasized about bending over for my hunky, ginger bear teacher with the big bulge. Maybe now was my chance?
“Hey Mr. Flanagan,” I called to him, parting a sea of gay guys in Kelly green to get to him. “I’m not sure if you remember me, but I’m—”
“Braxton,” he boomed, pulling me into a bear hug, his hairy body pressed up against me. “Of course I remember you. You were always one of my favorite students,” he smiled, his eyes traversing my body when he said the word favorite.
“I—uh—I didn’t know that you’re gay,” I stated, assuming the obvious based on the fact that he was shirtless and wearing little more than green beads and a fedora at a gay St. Patrick’s Day party.
“Yeah,” he smiled openly. “The wife and I—well—we split up about a year ago. I finally decided to come out of the closet and be the real me. Best thing I’ve ever done.”
“Wow—good for you,” I praised him. “Embrace your inner bear, Mr. Flanagan.”
“Call me Conor,” he insisted. “You’re not a school boy anymore,” his eyes once again lingering on my body.
“I guess not,” I smiled bashfully. “I—uh—I like your green beads,” I reached out to grasp them, my fingers brushing up against his hairy pecs. “Where’d you get them?”
“They’re giving them out at the bar, if you flash your cock to one of the bartenders,” he laughed. “It doesn’t take much for me to pull out my dick. Maybe that’s the Irish in me?”
“Maybe,” I chuckled, wishing I had been at the bar when he pulled out his dick.
“You got any Irish in you?” Mr. Flanagan asked.
“No—not a drop,” I admitted. “I just like to come out for the green beer.”
And then Mr. Flanagan leaned into me, his hairy pecs pressed into my body. “I can put some Irish in you—a thick shot of my own Irish Cream,” he offered, his breath hot at my ear and laced with beer. “And I promise it will be more than a drop.”
Before I could respond, Mr. Flanagan grabbed me by the hand and led me across the rooftop bar to a single occupancy bathroom that was tucked away in one corner. Latching the door, he began to undo his shorts. Was this really happening?
“Bend over that sink,” he ordered, pulling out the thickest beer can cock that I’d ever seen, resting upon a set of bull balls covered in ginger fur.
“Jesus, you’re thick,” I gasped, reaching for it, unable to wrap my fist around his shaft. “I’m not sure if I’m gonna be able to—”
“Nonsense,” he cut me off, pulling out a bottle of lube from his pocket. “We’ll get you good and ready for this big dick.”
“You—you brought lube to a St. Patrick’s Day party?” I asked, astonished.
“I bring lube everywhere,” he laughed. “I never know when I’m gonna run into a hot former student who’s jonesing for my cock,” he winked. “Now bend over that sink before someone wants to use this bathroom.”
Dutifully, I pulled down my shorts. Bending forward and gripping the sink, I presented my ass to Mr. Flanagan.
“Yeah—look at that pretty cunt,” he growled, probing the knotted folds of my sphincter with his meaty finger, slicked with lube as he readied my hole for him. “I’m gonna enjoy wrecking this tight ass.”
From the mirror mounted above the sink, I looked back at Mr. Flanagan, our eyes meeting as he grabbed me by the hips and began to push into me. He bit his lower lip, staring down at his cock as he strained to push inside of me.
“FUCK,” I gasped, my hole torn in two. I gripped the sink harder, a flash of pain bolting through my body. “Push in slowly,” I begged. “You’re thick as fuck.”
But he didn’t push in slowly. Digging his fingers into my hips, he pulled my body into his while thrusting his cock deep into my depths. “HOLY FUCK,” I screamed, his balls mashed against my hole, total penetration achieved.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he marveled, beginning to deliver a series of deep thrusts into my bowels. “I’m gonna have to hold back or I’ll nut too fast.”
In that moment, I prayed for him to nut fast. The pain was unreal. It felt like a baseball bat had been rammed into my guts. I gritted my teeth, willing myself to endure his assault. But then it happened, my sphincter giving up the fight, my body opening up to him. The pain was replaced by intense waves of pleasure.
“Yeah, open that cunt for me,” Mr. Flanagan encouraged, sensing the change in me. “Yeah, that’s it—take this big fucking dick.”
“Fuck me, Mr. Flanagan,” I begged. “Fuck me with that big dick.”
“I told you that you can call me Conor,” he smacked my ass playfully. “No need for formalities when I’ve got my dick inside you.”
“I prefer to call you Mr. Flanagan,” I protested, my head hitting the mirror as he pounded me. “It’s—”
“Naughtier?” he hit the nail on the head with a deep thrust in my bowels. “Yeah, I get that. The naughty student taking his perverted teacher’s big cock. Shit—I would’ve loved fucking you back when you were my student.”
“I would have let you,” I replied.
“Yeah, and I would’ve gone to jail,” he laughed, smacking my ass again. “But I tell you—this hole would have been worth a trip to prison. Fuck, you’ve got a cunt made for cock.”
He moved his hands to my shoulders, bending me forward and raising my ass. The angle was incredible, his thick cock sliding even deeper into my recesses. Increasing his pace, he began to jackhammer the shit out of me, my hips pounding into the edge of the sink over and over again.
“You like this big cock?” he asked, his body slamming into me repetitively. “You like this big cock in your tight hole?”
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly, his balls smacking my ass with each thrust. “Your big dick feels so good inside me, Mr. Flanagan.”
“You want some cum, boy?” he taunted, his fat one routing my depths. “You want me to shoot my load up your ass?”
“Breed me,” I begged, clinching my sphincter at the base of his cock, jerking him inside me. “Fucking seed my hole.”
“That’s what I want to hear from a cock slut like you,” he growled slapping my ass with his open palm. “You’re about to get my nut. Fuck, that’s good—Yeah—Grip that cock—Fuck that feels good—SHIT—OH FUCK—Yeah—Don’t stop—FUCK—FUCK.”
Slamming me hard against the sink, I felt his body quake from within me, his beer can cock spraying in my depths. Rope after rope of his load coursed through my guts, coating the walls of my abused fuck canal. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt, his balls giving up the last of his seed.
Mr. Flanagan pulled out of me, his pearly load dripping down the back of my ballsack. “Turn around,” he ordered me, spinning me around and pushing me down on my knees. “Taste that Irish Cream,” he demanded, shoving his cummy cock down my throat, his creamy load coating my tongue.
“Fuck, that was good,” I stood up on my wobbly legs, savoring the last taste of his cum on my lips. “I’ve wanted your big dick for so long, and it was even better than I expected.”
“Glad you enjoyed it,” Mr. Flanagan winked, stuffing his cock back into his shorts. “Now you can tell people that you’ve got a wee bit o’ Irish in you.”
“That was more than a wee bit that you pumped into me,” I smiled, pulling up my shorts over my used ass.
“I—uh—I better get back out there,” Mr. Flanagan announced awkwardly. “I’m actually here with a buddy—Mr. Ricci, who teaches biology. He came to our school after you graduated.”
“Is he Irish like you?”
“No,” Mr. Flanagan laughed. “Mr. Ricci is actually Italian, and damn proud of his heritage. You got any Italian in you?”
“Not yet—but we can change that,” I winked, as Mr. Flanagan gave a knowing smile. Five minutes later, he returned with Mr. Ricci, who stuffed me with his thick Italian sausage as Mr. Flanagan watched and waited for his next turn with my sloppy cunt.
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“Fuck, I needed that,” Tyler exhaled, closing his eyes in post-coital bliss as I dismounted him. He was flat on his back, his incredible muscular body splayed upon my bed. His spent cock was flopped against his left thigh, still dripping cum. “Just promise you won’t tell your sister that I fucked you.”
Tyler’s knock at the front door earlier that afternoon was not at a great time. I was bent over the edge of my bed, cum leaking from my used hole. A random Grindr hookup was fumbling for his clothes, his spent eight-incher swinging between his hairy legs.
“Sorry, Tyler. Bella’s not home right now,” I reported seconds later as I answered the door in a robe, the Grindr hookup’s load running down the back of my leg.
“I know,” Tyler acknowledged. “She’s stuck at work for another hour, but told me to wait here. She invited me to join you two for dinner tonight.”
“Uh—okay,” I stalled, not wanting to invite him in when I still had a hookup in my bedroom.
“Whose motorcycle?” Tyler asked, eyeing the Harley in the driveway.
“That would be mine,” answered a deep voice behind me—a muscular, bearded guy in torn jeans and a t-shirt with ripped sleeves that showed off his hairy, heavily-tattooed arms. In other words, my Grindr hookup.
“Thanks for the pussy,” the Grindr guy winked as he slapped me on the ass and pushed through the door, past Tyler and me. He soon revved up his Harley and peeled out of the driveway.
Tyler looked dumbfounded as I welcomed him inside and closed the door behind him. “Did that motorcycle guy just—“
“Fuck me?” I finished his question. “Yeah, he just tore me a new one.”
“But—but I don’t understand.”
“You don’t understand gay sex?” I tried to comprehend. “You mean like how two guys can fuck?”
“No,” Tyler spat indignantly. “I know how gay sex works. I’m not an idiot. What I don’t understand is why you had sex with that guy.”
“Why?” I laughed. “Because I was horny as fuck and I wanted his big cock up my ass.”
“But—but I thought you and Bella were both saving yourselves—that you made a purity pact to remain virgins until marriage.”
“Purity pact?” I snickered. “I haven’t been a virgin since five years ago at a gas station men’s room when a balding married guy with a beer belly shot his load up my ass.”
“But Bella said that—“
“Look, Bella is saving herself for marriage,” I explained, gesturing to the couch. “But I’m not.”
“Do you think you can talk to her?” Tyler ventured, taking a seat on the couch. “You know—maybe convince Bella that sex isn’t so bad? That you’re not, like, going to hell for it?”
“If there’s one thing I know about my sister,” I chuckled, “it’s that I can’t convince her of anything.”
“But, maybe if—“
“It’s a lost cause,” I cut him off. “Bella has wanted to be a fairytale bride ever since she was a little girl—walking down the church aisle in a white dress, knowing that she’s pure, that she’s never had a cock in her snatch.”
“I know all that,” Tyler groaned. “But before I was with Bella, I got laid all the fucking time. I couldn’t walk down the street without scoring pussy. I’m in my prime. I’m hot as fuck and I’ve got a big dick, and instead of enjoying my gift, I’m at home alone rubbing one out into an old sock every night. You don’t know how hard it is on me.”
“Oh, I can definitely see how hard it is,” I observed, ogling Tyler’s tented crotch. All the talk about sex had his cock ready to cut diamonds.
“That’s not funny,” Tyler spat, grabbing a throw pillow off the couch and using it to cover his bulging package.
“Look, dude,” I leveled with him. “Why not just fuck some girl on the side?”
“Bella would find out,” he dismissed. “Any bitch I would fuck could just use that to break Bella and me up. It’s just too risky. And what if I knocked up some bitch? Bella would definitely find out then. I have no options.”
“A hot, hung guy like you always has other options,” I disagreed.
“Yeah? Like what?”
“You could fuck my ass,” I offered boldly, undoing my robe slightly. “Your big cock would love my tight cunt.”
“Fuck NO,” Tyler spat. “I don’t fuck dudes. I’m not gay—I’m straight.”
“A lot of straight guys have fucked my ass when they just needed an easy hole in which to drop a load,” I shared.
“Yeah, right,” he scoffed.
“You remember Clint Jackson—from high school?” I ventured.
“Yeah—we played varsity football together.”
“Well, Clint just pounded a three-day load into me yesterday,” I shared. “Left with his balls feeling much relieved.”
“Bullshit,” Tyler rejected. “Clint and Missy Harper are engaged. They’ve been together since high school.”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “But Missy only opens her legs for Clint once a month, if he’s lucky. So Clint’s been emptying his balls in me a couple times a week for at least a year.”
“Jesus,” Tyler gasped, dumbfounded.
“Look, Tyler. I’m not going to waste your time with more examples, trying to convince you to fuck me,” I stood up, adjusting my robe. “I’m going to take a shower now. But if you change your mind, and want to dump a load in me, you know how to find my bed.”
Tyler didn’t say a word to me as I retreated to my bedroom. But I left him with one parting shot: “I’ll let you fuck me raw, and you can cum up my ass.”
Most men are unable to resist the urge to raw dog, when invited. Tyler’s wheels were turning, I could tell. I had opened up a whole new world of possibilities to him, and his brain was undoubtedly overwhelmed. But would Tyler fuck me? Only time would tell.
I enjoyed my shower, fingering my cummy hole clean. I couldn’t believe how much cum the motorcycle guy had dumped in me. Freshly showered, a towel around my waist, my wet hair combed back, I emerged into my bedroom.
“Let’s fucking do this before I change my mind,” Tyler said from the bed. He was flat on his back, butt naked, with his nine-inch cock gripped in his fist.
Not wishing to break the spell, I wordlessly reached for the lube on my bed table. Dropping my damp towel on the floor, I quickly slathered my hole with two fingers. Tyler remained on the bed, slapping that hard cock against his open palm.
Silently, I climbed atop Tyler as he stared up at me. Straddling his muscular body, I sat on his big cock, taking him all the way inside me.
“Jesus Christ,” Tyler gasped, his head tipping back in ecstasy, his furry balls mashed against my hole. “Your ass feels so fucking good.”
“We’re only getting started,” I winked, my hands planted on his washboard abs, my ass working up and down his rod, my sphincter gripping his thick shaft. Methodically, I began to increase my pace.
“Holy shit,” he exhaled, propping his muscular arms behind his head as I began to milk his load out of him. “How the fuck are you doing that?”
“Lots of practice,” I winked, bouncing on him like a pogo stick, his balls slapping against my hole with each downbeat. “All those girls you used to fuck—they never rode you cowgirl style?”
“Rarely,” he complained, bucking his hips in unison with my rhythm. “Most bitches are lazy and just wanna be fucked missionary, flat on their backs and staring at the ceiling while I do all the work.”
“Well, I’m no bitch,” I replied.
“That’s obvious,” he laughed, glancing at my hard cock as it slapped against his firm, washboard abs over and over again, my dick glazing his taut stomach with precum. “You like this big dick up your ass?” he sought.
“Fuck yes,” I replied, arching my back, reveling in the fullness inside of me.
Tyler moved his hands to my hips, digging into my body as he took control and began to jackhammer my hole. My hands gripped his meaty pecs, bracing myself as he unleashed a fury on my cunt. His imminent mission was clear—shooting his load up my ass.
“You gonna let me cum in you?” he demanded, pummeling my quivering hole relentlessly. “You gonna let me bust my nut in you?”
“Yes,” I begged. “Fucking seed me.”
“You’re about to get it,” he warned. “Fuck,” he gasped as I gripped his cock within my depths, milking him. “That’s it—don’t stop—yeah—just like that—OH FUCK—SHIT.”
His muscular body convulsed beneath me as a torrent of cum was released in my bowels, the inevitable result when a virile man hasn’t copulated in months. I could feel his cock throbbing in my depths, spewing a massive load into my void. I held still upon him until the throbbing ceased, his balls emptied.
“Fuck, I needed that,” Tyler exhaled, flat on his back, his eyes closing in post-coital bliss as I dismounted him. His spent cock was flopped against his left thigh, still dripping cum. “Just promise you won’t tell your sister that I fucked you.”
But before I could give my assurance, as if on cue, Tyler’s phone buzzed from his crumpled jeans on the floor. “Shit,” he exhaled upon retrieving his phone. “Bella just texted that she’s on the way home.”
Tyler and I scrambled to get dressed, his load still leaking from my used hole. We quickly positioned ourselves on the living room couch, pretending to watch an episode of the Property Brothers on HGTV when Bella arrived home.
“I love that you two get along so well,” she remarked, mussing my hair and giving Tyler a quick peck on the cheek before starting dinner.
Our dinner with Bella was awkward at first, knowing that Tyler’s warm seed was swimming in my bowels. But thanks to a couple glasses of wine, I no longer worried that Bella might suspect anything.
After a few hours of Netflix back on the couch, Tyler gave a yawn and a stretch and announced he needed to get home. Bella gave him an innocent kiss at the door and then retired to her room to get ready for bed.
“Hit me up when she’s asleep,” a text from Tyler suddenly buzzed from my phone. “I’m ready for round two.”
Bella was in the kitchen when I got up the next morning. Tyler had snuck back in the house and fucked me until 2 am, wrecking my cunt with load after load before heading home.
“I wish you wouldn’t have your hookups over late at night,” Bella scolded me, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “You know I have to be up early for work. And that guy you had last night kept grunting like a pig while he fucked you. Where’d you find him?”
“Grindr,” I lied.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
