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“How was your flight?” my older brother Hank asked in a puff of smoke, looking manly as fuck in a pair of Ray-Bans, a cigar gripped between his teeth while merging his truck onto the interstate. He had picked me up outside of baggage claim and, as soon as I saw the cigar, I knew what he wanted—my lips wrapped around that fat cigar between his legs. “Any turbulence?” he added, checking his mirrors.
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“Good morning, stud,” my buddy’s dad greeted me when I awoke in his bed, a seductive smile upon his bearded face, his bedroom eyes fixed upon me. We were both completely naked, his muscular, hairy body pressed up against me, a pillow balled up under his head. “That was hot as fuck last night,” he winked at me, his hand reaching out, stroking my chest.
“Did—did we fuck last night?” I gasped, my brain trying to comprehend what was happening while still in the throes of a raging hangover.
“Hell yeah, we fucked last night,” he smiled, rolling on top of me, kissing my neck, his beard scratching my skin. “And the sex was fucking amazing.”
“Christ,” I groaned. “I let you put your dick in me?”
“No, Trevor,” he laughed, kissing down my treasure trail, his beard tickling my belly. “You put your dick in me—and busted two big loads up my ass.”
“But—but Mr. Anderson,” I protested. “I’m not gay—I fuck girls.”
“First, call me Rick,” he insisted. “There’s no need for formalities when you’ve had your dick inside me. And second, you might not be gay—but maybe you should tell that to your rock-hard cock?”
At that moment, Rick took my raging boner into his mouth and began to suck me. Instantly, he was deep throating me, my eight-incher sliding past his tonsils, my balls mashed against his chin.
“How—how did this happen?” I questioned, fighting the urge to push Rick off me while simultaneously enjoying the best damn head of my life. “The last thing I remember, Dylan and I were tossing back tequila with a couple of hot bitches at Coyote Jake’s,” I recalled. “Oh Christ, does Dylan know that I fucked his own father?”
“Calm down, Trevor,” Rick insisted, releasing my cock from his throat. “Dylan doesn’t know a thing. He’s still sleeping like the dead in his room. You two Ubered here shit-faced drunk at 2 am. I practically carried your wasted asses to Dylan’s room, where you both passed out cold.”
“But how did I end up in here—fucking you?” I demanded.
“I’m getting to that,” Rick sat up, gripping my hard cock in his fist, pumping it as he spoke. “At some point in the night you stumbled naked into my room, mumbling something about needing to smash some pussy.”
“I—I don’t remember that.”
“No shit,” Rick laughed, straddling my body, still stroking my cock. “You stumbled in here, grabbed that lube there on my bed table, greased up your cock, climbed on top of me in bed, and then shoved your big dick up my ass.”
And at that moment, upon explaining how I had ended up in his bed, Rick sat upon my big cock, taking me into his depths once more. Immediately, I was balls deep in the warmest, tightest hole imaginable.
“Fuuuuuck,” I exhaled, my head tipping back in ecstasy. “You’ve got a sweet cunt.”
“That’s exactly what you said last night when you shoved that big dick into me,” Rick laughed as he began to ride me, his hands upon my chest, his tight sphincter gliding up and down my rigid pole.
“Yeah, ride this big dick,” I exclaimed, casting off my inhibitions, embracing the act of fucking a dude. Rick’s tight hole was fucking amazing—far better than any pussy I ever had. I might as well enjoy it, I told myself.
“Fuck, I love riding a hung, young stud like you,” Rick bellowed, his pelvis gyrating atop me, his fuck canal gripping my cock from within.
“I—I didn’t know that you’re gay,” I admitted, getting my hips into the action, syncing my rhythm with his.
“After I divorced Dylan’s mom,” Rick began, my cock a piston in his hole. “I topped a few gay dudes, just needing to get my rocks off. But then this one guy convinced me to flip fuck with him and, after experiencing the sheer bliss of a big dick up my ass, there was no turning back.”
“But, don’t you feel like less of a man now?” I suggested. “You know, taking dick from guys?”
“Only a real man can take a cock up his ass,” Rick answered, his muscular, hairy body working my big dick, supporting himself on his powerful thighs. “I never feel more manly then when I’ve got a big cock inside me.”
I had to admit that it was hot watching this hunk of a man as he took charge of my cock, writhing upon it, inching me closer and closer to orgasm. Bitches always tired quickly when trying to ride my big one, but not Rick. He was riding me like a champ, an expert jockey upon a thoroughbred.
“Fuck, l want your cum,” Rick threw back his head, sweat dripping down his hairy chest as he increased his pace, riding me harder. His thighs slapped heavily against mine with each downbeat, my balls smacking his ass in return. “Breed me,” he begged.
“You’re about to get it,” I warned, biting my lip, trying to hold back my load. His talented hole was just too good, his expert moves coaxing my balls to give up their seed. “I’m getting close,” I exclaimed, the cum rising in my swelling shaft.
“Seed me,” he demanded, bucking hard on my engorged cock, my balls beginning to throb. “Shoot that load up my ass.”
“FUCK,” I growled, my cock detonating in his depths, my body convulsing beneath him. “FUCK—FUCK,” I continued to grunt loudly, my load spewing rhythmically, spraying the walls of his fuck canal with my warm seed.
“That’s it, baby,” Rick encouraged, holding still upon me, reveling in the feeling of my pulsing cock in his depths. “Empty those balls in me.” Slowly, my orgasm ebbed, my balls satiated.
“Fuck, that was good,” I exhaled as Rick dismounted me, my spent cock flopping audibly against my thigh, my pearly load gushing from his gaping hole. “You’ve got an incredible cunt,” I praised him. “We need to do this again—soon.”
But before Rick could respond, a figure appeared in the doorway. It was my buddy Dylan, leaning against the door jamb with his arms crossed over his hairy chest. He was in his boxer briefs, a look of disgust upon his face.
“Dylan,” I gasped, trying to cover my cum-slicked cock with my hands. “Don’t be mad, dude. It’s—it’s not what you think.”
“Jesus Christ, Dad,” Dylan reprimanded his father, ignoring me. “Why do you always give up your ass to all of my buddies? It’s really fucked up.”
“Don’t be jealous, Dylan,” Rick pushed himself upwards and onto all fours upon the bed, presenting his available ass to my buddy. “You know that I’ll always let you dump a load in me, anytime you want, son.”
I watched transfixed as Dylan pulled down the front of his briefs, resting the waistband beneath his heavy balls. His thick, eight-incher was raging hard, a drop of precum forming at the tip. Dylan quickly stepped up to the plate, grabbing his dad by the hips as he prepared to mount him.
“Jesus, Trevor,” Dylan exclaimed, turning his face to me as he pushed balls deep into his father. “You dumped a big fucking load in my dad’s ass. It’s wet as fuck all up in here.”
“You gonna give me some more cum, son?” Rick asked, twerking his used ass upon his son’s thick rod. “Shoot a big load in me?”
“You know it, Dad,” Dylan slapped Rick’s ass before digging into his shoulders, pounding him hard. I delighted in watching my buddy railing his own father as I slowly stroked my big dick, patiently awaiting my turn to pound another load into the slutty DILF.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“Uncle Randy?!” I exclaimed upon coming home from work and finding my hunky uncle soaking in my bathtub, tipping back a beer. As always, he looked manly as fuck, his muscled, inked body covered in a thin veneer of soap suds. “Why are you in here, Randy?” I demanded. “Shit. Did Aunt Margy kick you out again?”
“Yeah,” he shrugged sheepishly, placing the beer bottle on the side of the tub. “Your dad said I can crash with you guys until she takes me back.”
“Fuck. What happened this time?” I asked.
“I dunno,” he demurred. “She thinks I drink too much. We got in a big fight about it.”
“Wait a minute—are you drinking my beer?” I accused.
“Yeah, sorry,” he apologized feebly, taking another sip. “Your dad said to help myself. I’ll pay you back.”
“It’s fine. Forget about it,” I dismissed. “You bunking in my room or the living room couch?”
“I was hoping your room. I’ve got a five-day load in these balls,” he announced, widening his legs to give me a peek at his thick eight-incher and his hairy balls, buoyed by the warm bath water.
“Okay. Finish your bath,” I directed. “I’ll be ass up on the bed, the way you like me.”
“Thanks, boy,” he smiled. “You’ve always been my favorite nephew.”
“Yeah, no shit,” I laughed as I retreated to my room and began to strip down naked. “You just like fuckin’ my ass.”
A few years earlier, Randy had taken me fishing on my eighteenth birthday. And though we didn’t catch a single fish that momentous day, we did return home with three of his loads up my ass. Thus, it was no mystery as to why I was his favorite nephew.
“You ready for me?” he called out from the bathroom.
“Yeah,” I shouted back, slathering my hole with lube before bending over the edge of the bed. “Ready when you are.”
I could hear Randy standing up in the bathtub, the water sluicing off his muscular body. One foot, and then the other, hit the tile floor. He didn’t even bother with a towel, his hairy body dripping water as he entered my bedroom.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled lowly at the sight of me. “That tight cunt is just what I need right now.”
I looked back over my shoulder as Randy gripped his big dick in his fist, aiming for my available hole. I could feel the rounded tip of his cock as he initiated penetration and then—BAM—my uncle was inside me.
“FUCK,” I yelped at the sudden assault to my bowels. Though I had bent over for his big cock more times than I could count, his massive girth always took me by surprise. “Christ, you’re hung,” I winced, trying to adjust.
“You know you love it,” Randy slapped me upon the ass with his open palm before grabbing me by the hips and unleashing a fury on my ass.
When it came to fucking, my uncle was not the slow-and-steady type. Randy liked to fuck like a jackrabbit, pummeling my hole at a violent pace. I fucking loved it.
“You get any dick lately?” he asked, pounding me voraciously.
“Yeah,” I replied, gripping the bedsheet. “I went down to that truck stop yesterday—the one out past Route 84.”
“Yeah? You take some trucker cock?” Randy asked, his cock growing even more rigid in me at the thought of my debauchery.
“Sure did,” I nodded, my quivering cunt straining from his assault, his balls smacking up against my ass rhythmically. “This one trucker snuck me into the open showers and six guys took turns dumping their loads in me.”
“Christ, that’s hot,” Randy slapped my ass again. “You need to take me down there with you next time.”
The thought of breeding my hole with a bunch of über-masculine guys like him was too much for Randy. I could feel his cock swelling inside of me, his balls beginning to throb. I knew he was about to bust.
“Fuck, boy—here it comes,” he barked urgently. “OH FUCK—OH SHIT.”
A blast of cum ejected into my fuck canal, Randy’s cock pulsing repeatedly as his load flooded my guts. “Yeah, boy. Take my fuckin’ load,” he growled, his balls giving up the last of his seed.
“Uncle Randy?” I asked as he pulled out of me, his thick load dripping from my gaping hole. “Do you pick fights with Aunt Margy on purpose—just so you can crash here, drink beer, and fuck my ass for a few days?”
“No shit, Sherlock,” he laughed, cleaning off his wet cock with my bedsheet. “Now go grab me another beer, and then get your ass back on this bed for me. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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“The fuck you want, kid?” he opened his front door while completely naked, making no attempt to cover the huge cock hanging between his legs. He was bearded and inked, a fat cigar gripped between his teeth. I could smell whiskey on his breath. The sound of porn blasted loudly from a TV. “What the fuck do you want?” he repeated.
“I’m Billy—Billy Parker. I live down the street,” I introduced myself, trying not to stare at his large cock.
“Yeah, I seen you around,” he nodded, taking a drag on his cigar. “Your sister is the one always strutting around in her cheerleading uniform, right? Dang, that bitch has got a big set of—”
“Yeah, that’s my sister Clara,“ I cut him off, not wanting to hear him talking about her huge breasts. “May I ask for your name, sir?”
“Sir?” he laughed in a puff of smoke. “That ain’t something I get called much. My name is Randy.”
“Nice to meet you, Randy,” I smiled. “I’m going around the neighborhood—”
“Look—you need to hurry up and get to the point, kid,” he barked in another puff of smoke. “I’m kinda busy at the moment,” he cocked his head toward the sound of porn emanating from within.
“I’m selling popcorn for my scouting troop,” I began, holding out a catalog showcasing the available popcorn flavors and varieties. “And last year your wife—”
“Tammy ain’t my wife,” Randy cut me off. “We ain’t married. And she don’t live here no more. I kicked out that bitch a month ago.”
“Umm, okay,” I pivoted. “Well, last year, your—uh—former girlfriend bought five bags of popcorn from me. And I was hoping that this year—”
“Wait a minute,” he stopped me, eyeing me up and down. “Ain’t you a little old to be peddling popcorn for the scouts?”
“I just turned eighteen, sir,” I answered. “And I’m trying to sell five-hundred bags of popcorn so that I can attend the national jamboree. This year we’re offering classic butter flavor, and caramel, and chocolate drizzle, and—”
“Wait—you said you’re eighteen, right?” Randy asked, his eyes appraising my body.
“Yeah,” I affirmed.
“You wanna come inside?” he invited, his big, floppy cock giving a slight, involuntary jump at the thought.
“Uh—I’m not sure if I should—”
“Don’t be a pussy,” he grabbed me by the arm, tugging me inside as he closed the front door. “Now that Tammy is gone, I could use me some . . . company.”
Randy led me inside to his wood-paneled den, the floor littered with crumpled cans of beer and empty bottles of whiskey. “Come sit with me,” he motioned as he took his place on a couch opposite a large, wall-mounted TV. On the screen, a blonde bitch was riding a guy with a huge cock.
“You like porn, Billy?” he asked, as I sat next to him on the couch, his big cock hanging between his legs.
“Umm—I’ve never seen much porn,” I admitted. “My parents won’t let me. They still have parental restrictions on all my devices.”
“The fuck?” Randy gasped, taking another drag on his cigar before perching it on an ashtray in the middle of a low coffee table that was also stacked with bottles of booze. “When I was your age, my dad was letting me have his sloppy seconds with the bitches he dragged home from the bar every weekend.”
“You—you and your dad fucked the same ladies?”
“Those skanky whores weren’t ladies,” he laughed. “But yeah, Dad and I used to fuck the same bitches. I’ve never been all that picky about where I’ll stick my dick.”
His eyes were suddenly upon me again. He then reached for a bottle of Jack Daniel’s on the coffee table. Taking a swig, he passed the bottle to me.
“No, thank you,” I declined. “I don’t think my parents would allow me to—”
“Jesus, Billy,” he groaned. “Don’t be such a fuckin’ buzz kill. You’re a man now, you can do whatever the fuck you want.”
His focus returned to the TV, the hung pornstar plugging the blonde bitch up the ass while she fingered her own cunt and squealed in delight. Randy licked his lips lasciviously, his eyes glued to the screen, but my eyes were glued on his big cock. Jesus, he was hung. He wasn’t fully hard yet, his dick hanging thick and full between his legs. I wanted to touch it, but I was too afraid to act.
“You ever play around with any of your little buddies?” he asked, watching as the hung porn dude pulled out of the bitch’s gaping corn hole and sprayed his thick load all over her tits.
“I—uh—I once jacked with a scouting buddy on a camping trip,” I confessed.
“Spoken like a true scout,” Randy laughed. “Good—then you know what to do,” he grabbed my hand and placed it on his thick cock.
His dick grew exponentially at my touch, lengthening and swelling in my grip to at least nine inches. Unable to get my entire fist around his shaft, I proceeded to jack him up and down, his balls rising and falling in unison.
“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, his hands propped behind his head. “Use both hands. That’s it—jack that big dick. Fuckin’ work it for me.”
Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined a cock as big and thick as his. Jacking him reminded me of when my scouting buddy pressed his cock up against mine and had me jack us both at the same time—only Randy’s big cock was thicker than my buddy’s and mine put together.
“You gotta pretty mouth on you, boy,” Randy noted, his hands reaching for my face, his thick finger tracing my lips. “You ready to suck this big dick for me—take it down your throat?”
“Yes,” I nodded eagerly, because I did want to suck that big dick. I had wanted to suck my scouting buddy as well, but he wouldn’t let me, saying that jacking is cool between bros, but that sucking was gay. Whatever. “I want to taste your cock so bad,” I moaned, bending toward Randy’s crotch, his bulbous cock head inches from my lips.
“You’re gonna get more than a taste,” Randy laughed, shoving his big one down my throat. “Watch your teeth,” he admonished, his thick shaft stretching my jaw, his big cock head sliding past my tonsils. “That’s it, boy—relax your jaw. This big cock is a lot to take.”
He wasn’t kidding. I wanted to take my time exploring his big dick, trying out oral for the first time. But Randy had other plans. Taking control, his meaty hands at the back of my head as he sat on the couch and I leaned over him, Randy began to face fuck me violently.
“Yeah, that’s it—open that throat for me,” he commanded, his big cock hammering my throat. I was red in the face. I couldn’t breathe. I had tears in my eyes. I felt like I wanted to puke. But I manned up and allowed Randy to use me.
Over and over he battered my throat, pounding my esophagus like the pocket pussy that some scout brought to the last jamboree, passing it around to the other scouts, cum oozing from it by the end of the night. Randy’s balls slapped against my chin, ready to expel his seed, I assumed. I was wrong.
“Okay—you can stop now,” he suddenly extracted it from my throat. “You got it good and ready.”
“Ready? Ready for what?”
“Your ass,” he laughed sadistically. “Now drop them drawers and climb on this big dick, boy. I wanna cum up your ass while you ride me here on the couch.”
My virginity up until that point had felt like an unwanted scouting badge that I was cursed to wear forever. Did I know that I was gay? Yeah, that fact had been revealed to me long before puberty. But the mystery of how to explore my sexuality had eluded me. Now, suddenly, I had a ridiculously hung man wanting to fuck my ass. Dreams do come true.
“Don’t you have some lube?” I asked, kicking off my shoes and discarding my shorts on the floor as I began to climb on top of Randy, our faces inches apart. “I’m—I’m a virgin,” I admitted sheepishly.
“A virgin?” he exclaimed riotously, a blast of whiskey on his breath. “Must be my lucky day.”
“I’m afraid it’s gonna hurt,” I protested, straddling him. “But if we used some lube, then maybe—”
“You don’t need lube,” he scoffed, his rounded cock head inches from my puckered hole. “You got my dick plenty wet.”
And then grabbing me by the hips, Randy forced me down upon his cock, his big one breaching my sphincter, my virgin hole ripped in two. The fucker had lied. I did need lube.
“FUCK,” I screamed, my body seized with blinding pain, my untested sphincter locked around the base of his thick cock.
“Jesus, you’re tight,” he marveled, delivering a series of penetrating strokes inside me. “I forgot how tight dudes are.”
“You’ve—you’ve fucked other guys before?” I asked, gritting my teeth, trying to ride out the pain.
“Yeah,” he laughed with a deep dive into my bowels. “I ain’t picky about where I’ll stick my dick, I told you.”
It felt like a baseball bat had been shoved up my ass, or the muscular arm of a grown man. The pain was unreal, but as I began to move upon that big dick, taking it in and out of me, the pain started to subside. Emboldened, I proceeded to bounce up and down on that big dick like a little kid playing horsey, but that didn’t work for Randy.
“No—like this,” he dug into my hips with his meaty paws and showed me the rhythm he preferred to get off. “And rock your pelvis a bit while you’re riding me—yeah, that’s it—fucking get into it.”
I was doing well, or so I thought, until Randy slid forward on the couch, giving himself more leverage. Instantly, his big cock became a piston within me, hammering rapidly in my guts as his muscular thighs got into the action. Fuck, it felt good.
“You like this big dick up your ass?” Randy demanded, his balls smacking my hole with each thrust. “You gonna let me shoot my load up your ass?”
“Yes,” I exhaled breathlessly. “Cum in me. Make me yours.”
“That’s what I like to hear from a bitch like you,” he slapped my ass with his meaty hands. “Now keep riding me,” he ordered. “Work that load out of me.”
Bearing down with all my weight, his balls mashed against my hole, I began to ride him hard. I imagined he was a bucking bronco as I gripped his shoulders and held on for dear life. We were working together, in synch as he pounded within me, my body meeting his with each thrust.
I loved the fullness of his cock inside of me, the look of bliss upon his face. I had discovered my purpose in life—pleasing men, giving my body to them in any way they desired. And what Randy desired in that moment was to cum up my ass.
“I’m about to bust,” he growled urgently. “Yeah, bitch—get ready for it—OH SHIT—OH FUCK—Take my fucking nut, bitch—FUCK—FUCK.”
The feeling of his orgasm from within me was mind-blowing. Every throb of his balls, every pulse of his big dick, reverberated through my bowels as his cock discharged his seed within me. I held on to him tightly as his load spewed into my virgin territory, forever changing me.
“Fuck, I needed that,” he pushed me off him as soon as his balls had finished their work. I fell to the floor, his pearly load gushing from my gaping hole. Randy stared down at me with a look of disgust as he reached for his cigar, gripping it between his teeth.
“You can go now,” he dismissed me, his eyes returning to the porn on the screen, a new scene with three hung guys banging yet another blonde bitch.
I gathered my things, pulling up my shorts over my used ass, his thick load still dripping from my hole. On wobbly legs, I stood up and slid my feet into my shoes. Randy paid no attention to me, his focus on the TV. I felt used and discarded, yet grateful for his cock, his seed.
“You ready to place your order now?” I vied for his attention, holding out the popcorn catalog after finding it crumpled in one corner of the couch. “If you buy more than five bags, you can get a discount on—”
“I ain’t sure I want that popcorn, Billy,” he swatted the catalog away. “But if you come over again tonight, I’ll think about it while you ride my big cock again. And see if you can borrow your sister’s cheerleader uniform, you hear? I want you to wear it while we fuck. That kinda shit turns me on.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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I opened the door to the men’s room, and there was my boyfriend Dylan, the love of my life, bent over a sink while a burly trucker used his ass. The trucker was bearded and shirtless, his meaty ass gyrating as he pounded Dylan’s hole, grunting with each thrust.
Dylan and I had pulled into the 24-hour rest stop on I-95 just moments prior, a little after midnight. We were headed to Miami for spring break, and decided to drive all night, wanting to maximize our time in the Florida sun.
“This place looks sketchy,” I observed hesitantly as Dylan took the off ramp into the rest stop. A small, dimly-lit, concrete building with restrooms and vending machines flanked a large parking lot. A long line of semi-trucks were parked in rows at the far end, truckers seeking a place to hunker down for the night in their sleeper cabs.
“I just need to take a quick piss, babe,” Dylan assured me. “You wanna come in with me?”
“No, I’m gonna stay in the car,” I declined. “You know how much I hate these nasty men’s rooms. They always reek of piss and cigarettes.”
“Suit yourself,” my boyfriend replied, exiting the car and making a beeline to the men’s room.
Almost immediately, a burly trucker climbed down from his cab and ambled to the men’s room. Sporting a pair of dark jeans and a trucker cap, he was shirtless, his hairy pecs and torso on full display. His gait looked slightly drunken, likely from pounding back a few cans of Bud in his cab.
My mind began to race. Was Dylan safe inside the men’s room—all alone with that burly trucker in the middle of the night? The guy didn’t seem like an ax murderer. But that’s the thing about ax murderers—they look like everyone else.
My palms were sweaty as I pulled out my phone to check the time. Dylan had only been gone for a couple minutes, and so I tried to convince myself that I had no reason to worry.
But then five more minutes passed, my nerves fraying with each more passing minute. When ten minutes had elapsed with no sign of either Dylan or the burly trucker emerging from the men’s room, I knew I had to check on my boyfriend.
Dylan was bent over the sink when I opened the men’s room door, the burly trucker’s dick up his ass. “Mmm yeah, fuck me with that big cock,” he was moaning like a bitch, the trucker’s meaty ass gyrating with each thrust.
“Dylan?” I gasped in shock. “What the fuck is—?”
“Shut up and fucking wait your turn,” the trucker barked, turning his face towards me as he continued to pummel my boyfriend’s hole. “Can’t you see I’m using this bitch’s cunt?”
“It’s okay,” Dylan assured the trucker, his hands gripping the sink. “That’s just my boyfriend.”
“Your boyfriend?” the trucker laughed, smacking Dylan’s ass with an open palm. “I don’t think he’s gonna be your boyfriend much longer after this.”
“I’m sorry, babe,” Dylan winced, turning his face towards me, his head bumping rhythmically into the mirror over the sink. “He showed me his big cock at the urinal, and I just had to have it up my ass.”
“It’s a pussy splitter,” the trucker winked at me, pulling out slightly from Dylan’s hole, affording me a glimpse of his big one. His shaft was thicker than my forearm. It was like watching my boyfriend getting fisted.
The trucker returned his attention to Dylan, his meaty hands gripping my boyfriend’s hips as I watched in awe. The dude was a fuck machine, ravaging Dylan with his big tool. The trucker proceeded to pound my boyfriend’s hole with voracious speed, grunting with each deep thrust. His stamina was incredible, yet untenable at such intensity.
“You want my cum, bitch?” the trucker barked at Dylan. “You want me to shoot my load in your dirty hole?”
“Yes,” Dylan begged. “Fucking seed my ass. Make it yours.”
“You’re about to get it,” the trucker growled, moving his meaty hands to Dylan’s shoulders, pushing deeper into him. “Here it comes—get ready for it—OH FUCK—OH FUCK—SHIT.”
“Mmm yeah, breed me,” Dylan moaned as the trucker writhed in ecstasy, his load spewing inside my boyfriend’s bowels. “Your load feels so warm inside me.”
“Fuck, I needed that,” the trucker exhaled, pulling out of Dylan, his massive cock glistening, his pearly load streaming out of my boyfriend’s wrecked hole.
But before the trucker had stuffed his big one back into his jeans, the door to the men’s room opened. Another trucker entered, sporting a Peterbilt cap, his muscular arms covered in tattoos.
“Fuck yeah,” the new trucker bellowed, unzipping his pants, pulling out a beer can cock. “I was hoping we might get a cum dump in here tonight.”
“Yeah—get that big cock in me,” Dylan begged as the second trucker mounted him, the first one taking his leave. “Fuck this sloppy hole.”
The first trucker must have spread word, as Dylan quickly had a line of truckers queued up outside the men’s room door for a turn with his easy ass. After I watched six more guys dumping their loads into my slutty boyfriend, I decided to wait in the car, unable to endure the endless procession of cock.
A steady knock at the passenger window awoke me in the early morning hours, the rising sun pink in the sky. A uniformed state highway patrolman was staring in at me.
“Is that your boyfriend in there?” the officer gestured to the men’s room, a line still out the door. “The one taking dick?”
“Yes,” I exclaimed. “Is everything okay? Is he under arrest?”
“No—no,” the officer laughed. “Everything’s fine. I just dumped a load in him. Jesus, that boy can take a dick. You’re a lucky man to have a boyfriend with a cunt like that.”
“Thanks,” I responded tepidly.
“Anyway,” the officer continued, “your boyfriend asked me to give you a message.”
“Oh?” I perked up.
“Yeah,” the officer nodded. “He said you should go ahead to Florida without him. He’s gonna spend a few more days here, maybe catch a ride to a few more rest stops with one of the truckers.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
From the Twisted-Talez Vault 🔓
and just my type... we knew right away
W♂♂F (WARNING! No “Pretty Boys” here.)
