“Fuck, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” the hung, muscled, married guy grinned and shook his head in near disbelief while stuffing his big cock back into his jeans after fucking my ass. “You think this could become a regular thing?”
It had been a messy breakup with my boyfriend Carter. And so I found myself needing to find a new place to live in the middle of the semester when Carter tossed me out of his life—and his apartment.
The rental ad in the school newspaper said the place was a garage apartment near campus, $600/month—about $100 over my budget. But I scheduled an appointment with the owner, hoping I could negotiate a lower monthly rent.
“You must be Kurt,” the owner flashed a killer smile when he opened the door to greet me, my jaw dropping to the floor. He was hot as fuck with muscles straining against his white dress shirt, a sexy, shaved head, and a massive bulge in his dark jeans. “I’m Bryce. Let’s give you the tour.”
Bryce explained that he and his wife Beth lived in the main house with their two-year-old daughter Hannah. Beth was already expecting again—this time a boy, Bryce told me proudly.
The garage apartment was perfect for me—clean, lots of light, and fully furnished. It seemed strange that, mid-semester, it was still vacant.
“I love the place,” I shared candidly with Bryce. “I’m surprised it’s still available, being this close to campus.”
“Yeah—well, there’s a reason for that,” Bryce grimaced awkwardly. “My wife—she—she’s somewhat conservative. If you decide to rent from us, she has one major rule—you can’t have girls here.”
“I’m sorry—no girls?” I asked, confused.
“Yeah,” Bryce nodded. “She doesn’t believe in sex before marriage, and doesn’t like the idea of you fucking a girl in here.”
“That won’t be a problem,” I laughed.
“I don’t fuck girls,” I answered, locking eyes with Bryce. “I fuck guys. Well—guys fuck me, that is.”
“Really?” responded Bryce, scratching his chin, his eyes traveling up and down my body. “I think we’ve found a loophole.”
The average straight man will exhibit one of two responses when I tell him I’m gay. He will either treat me like I don’t exist, or he will instantly assess his odds of fucking me. Bryce appeared to fall into the latter response—and his odds of fucking me were looking good.
“You haven’t told me why you’re apartment hunting in the middle of the semester,” Bryce prompted, his eyes still appraising my body. “Landlord problems?”
“No—nothing like that,” I assured him. “I lived with my boyfriend—and then he dumped me two days ago.”
“Man, that’s rough,” Bryce sympathized, his meaty hand adjusting his package. “But you know what they say—the best way to get over a guy is to get under another guy.”
And then I watched in shock as Bryce unzipped his jeans, pulling out a thick nine-incher. “You want some cock?” he taunted, his big dick already hard with precum glistening at the swollen tip.
Yes, I wanted some cock. No—I fucking needed some cock. In truth, Carter and I had been fighting for weeks before we broke up, neither of us wanting to fuck the other. And so my neglected hole was well overdue for a good stretching.
“Fuck yes,” I finally answered Bryce, dropping to my knees like a hungry bitch and taking his big dick down my throat.
“Damn, you can suck a dick,” he marveled, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it on the floor as I sucked him. “Get it good and wet, because it’s going up your ass next.”
Dutifully, I slobbered all over that big cock, getting it ready for my hole. My jaw strained to take him to the balls and, thus, I knew he was going to completely wreck my hole with that big fuck tool.
“I think that’s good,” he stopped me, pulling his cock out of my mouth, slapping the side of my face with it. “Now drop your shorts and get on the bed.”
Following orders, I tossed my athletic shorts on the floor and climbed upon the bed. On all fours, my face pressed into the mattress, my ass raised toward the ceiling, I presented my pink, puckered hole to Bryce.
“Fuuuuck,” Bryce moaned, pushing into me, his hands gripping my hips. “I fucking love a tight hole—puts my wife’s pussy to shame. You like this big dick in your tight hole?”
“Mmm, yeah,” I moaned. “Fuck me with that big cock.”
His hands moved to my shoulders, digging into my flesh as he raised my ass, forcing his cock deeper into me. Christ, he felt good inside me—his cock a true hole splitter. Instinctively, I began to rock my pelvis, matching his rhythm as he thrusted deeper and deeper inside me.
“Christ, this is good,” he growled, smacking me on the ass while pounding me harder. “I’m warning you—I haven’t busted in five days. I’m not gonna last much longer.”
“It’s cool,” I answered, gripping the bedspread. “Breed me whenever you’re ready. Fuckin’ seed this hole.”
“What’s that? You want me to cum in you?” Bryce taunted. “You want me to shoot my load up your ass, you dirty cock slut?”
“Yes,” I answered, relishing the feeling of his cock swelling in me, knowing his load was imminent. “Gimme your seed.”
“You’re about to get it,” he announced, his balls smacking my ass, his pace quickening, his breathing intensifying. “Here it comes. Get ready for it—FUCK—SHIT.”
An explosion took place in my bowels, his warm load coating my guts as his big dick throbbed over and over again inside me. Collapsing upon me, forcing my body into the mattress, he remained still as his balls reached empty.
“Damn, I needed that,” he bellowed, pulling out of me abruptly. I quickly rolled over on my back while tightening my sphincter, trying to keep his warm load inside of me. “You feel better now?”
“Better than ever,” I smiled in relief, without a single thought of my ex-boyfriend Carter in my head. A good fucking—and a thick shot of protein in my ass—was just what the doctor ordered.
With his spent cock swinging between his legs, Bryce began to dress, yanking his crumpled clothes off the floor. “Fuck, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” he shook his head in near disbelief while stuffing his big cock back into his jeans. “You think this could become a regular thing?”
“Well—that depends,” I answered, a devious smile on my face.
“Depends? Depends on what?”
“On whether you’ll knock a hundred bucks off the rent for me,” I suggested, an eyebrow raised.
“Shit,” Bryce laughed, adjusting his junk. “I’ll knock off five hundred if you promise to give up that sweet cunt to me a few times a week.”
“You’ve got a deal,” I smiled, leaning back on the bed and opening my legs, giving him a view of my wet, puffy hole. “You want to make it official?”
Bryce was instantly out of his clothes again, his big cock buried in my used ass. After pumping two more loads into me, he offered to help me retrieve my things from Carter’s apartment.
“Who is this dude?” Carter whispered later that day, eyeing Bryce and his muscular body as he loaded my shit into the back of his SUV. “He your new boyfriend?”
“Yeah,” I lied. “And he’s hung like fuck.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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