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“This ain’t gonna cost me nothin’, right?” he asked, reaching into his denim overalls, pulling out a fat cock with a huge mushroom head. “I won’t do this if I gotta pay you like that skank whore down at the truck stop. That bitch don’t even swallow.”

“No charge,” I assured him, reaching for that big dick. “Only thing I want when you leave is your cum in my belly.”

The universe smiled at me when, a week after my boyfriend dumped me and kicked me out of his apartment, my distant Uncle Leroy died unexpectedly. Leroy left me his 1970s, wood-paneled, double-wide trailer on a little plot of land in a town about 60-miles outside of Macon.

It was hard to call it a town, more of a blip on the map. One street light presided over a highway junction with a looming Baptist church on one corner. A gas station, a feed store, and a Piggly Wiggly rounded out the intersection, with a train track cutting right down the middle. Other than a handful of side streets with a few small businesses and tiny homes with deep porches, farmland extended out from the center of town for as far as the eye could see.

I was happy in that small town, except for one small problem—I was horny as fuck. There were no bars in town, no place to pick up guys. And every time I attempted Grindr, the nearest guy was an hour’s drive away. I was getting desperate, so I took matters into my own hands.

Creeping into the men’s room of the corner gas station, armed with a black Sharpie, I scrawled the following on the wall above the urinal:

Need a BJ? Text 555-7491

And then I went home to wait—and wait—and wait. After almost a week of zero response, I was about to go back to make sure someone hadn’t scrubbed my number off the wall. But while watching The Price is Right one morning, a text finally arrived. It was a picture of a big cock—thick, veiny, with a fat head.

“You want this big one?” the guy texted along with the dick pic.

“Fuck YES!” I replied by text. “I’m in the yellow double wide at the end of Pecan Street.”

“You a dude?”

“Yes. That OK?” I texted back.

“It’s cool. Be there in 10.”

The next 10 minutes passed slower than molasses until I saw his black F-150 pull up in front of my trailer. I watched from the window as he walked up to my door, a big country buck approaching.

He was easily 6’5” tall, muscular with tattoos on both arms—a typical farm-raised man. A well-trimmed mustache crowned his full lips, with wide-set eyes peeking out beneath the brim of his cap. And his denim overalls did nothing to conceal his promising bulge.

“Come on in,” I greeted, welcoming him inside and gesturing to a green velvet chair that I had designated for the event.

“We gotta make this quick,” he warned. “I gotta pick up my pa at the feed store in like twenty minutes.”

“No worries,” I assured him as I closed the front door behind us, bummed that the blow job would have to be a quick dine and dash.

“This used to be Leroy Brewster’s place,” he remarked, taking the chair. “That fucker was batshit crazy.”

“Haha,” I chuckled. “He was my uncle.”

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I had no idea Leroy was your kin. You know, you kinda look like him—especially around your eyes and mouth. He was much too young to die, still in his prime. That dang train came outta nowhere. My respects to your family.”

“Thanks,” I shrugged. “But you’re right about Leroy—he was batshit crazy. I honestly didn’t know him all that well, but he left me this trailer.”

“I—uh—I like what you’ve done with the place,” he remarked, looking around the room.

“I haven’t done a thing,” I replied flatly. “This is the way I found it.”

“I know,” he laughed. “I’m just fuckin’ with you. So are you gonna suck my dick or are we gonna talk about your dead uncle all day?”

“Let's get that cock sucked,” I offered eagerly, not wishing to discuss my uncle anymore. But as the country buck started to pull out his big one, he made me assure him there would be no charge for my services, which I agreed. I may be a slut, but I’m not a whore.

“FUCK,” I gasped when the enormity of his big cock was revealed to me. His dick pic had failed to represent the sheer size of his member. My only regret was that there wouldn’t be time for me to offer to ride him, taking his load up my ass instead of down my throat.

“Shit, that feels good,” he moaned, tipping his head back as I began to slobber all over his big tool. “I needed me some head so fuckin’ bad. It’s been awhile.”

Christ, his big one was a jaw breaker. I had to work to find just the right angle to deep throat him all the way. But I was determined.

“HOLY FUCK,” he gasped as his big cock finally traversed my tonsils and all the way down my throat, his big balls mashed against my chin. “Ain’t nobody ever managed to get it down like that, not even the guy who used to suck me off.”

“I’ve got mad skills,” I bragged, coming up for a quick breath, saliva coating my chin. “Fuck you’re hung. I bet the bitches scream when you pound them with this big one.”

“Fuck right,” he agreed, grabbing his cock by the base and slapping my cheek with it, an audible thud. I wondered if I’d have a bruise.

Deftly, I took his big dick down my throat again, locking my lips as I slid it in and out of my throat, curling my tongue around his cock head before shoving it back down my throat again.

“Shit, bro,” he exclaimed. “You keep doing that, and I’m gonna bust.”

Emboldened, I picked up the pace, gobbling up and down on that big dick, his hairy balls smashing my chin with each downbeat. I cupped his balls as they began to hug his body, priming the pump. The dude wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Oh fuck—oh fuck—OH FUCK,” he barked, his cock erupting down my throat, a firehose of cum blasting my guts. His farm boy cum was rich and creamy with a slight tang, like fresh buttermilk.

“That was fucking HOT,” I exclaimed as I finally surfaced for air, cum and saliva smeared on my chin.

“Yeah, that was pretty damn, fuckin’ good,” he complimented, stuffing his spent cock back into his overalls before looking at the clock on the wall. “I best be goin’.”

“Right,” I acknowledged, disappointed the fun was already over.

“You have any other luck with that wall posting at the gas station?” he asked as I saw him to the door.

“Nah,” I shrugged. “Just you so far.”

“You take it up the ass?” he asked.

“Fuck YES,” I replied a bit too eagerly. “You want to come back and fuck me sometime soon?”

“I was more thinking you could come out to my place, out on Route 12 past the truck stop,” he suggested. “Ma up and left us about five years ago, so it’s just Pa and me and my eight brothers. I know they’d enjoy—uh—meeting you.”

“They all hung like you?”

“Yup,” he laughed. “Having a big dick is sort of a family trait. Why don’t you come by tonight? We sure could use a cumdump like you, since the one we had ain’t around no more.”

“Yeah? Who was your cumdump?”

“Your batshit crazy Uncle Leroy,” he laughed, slapping me on the back.

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

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“FUCK,” he screamed as I pounded the shit out of him on top of his bed, my big dick routing his depths. Gripping his shoulders, I thrusted deeper, my left hand moving up his neck, pulling his head back. In that moment, I had no thought of my wife and kids sleeping at home next door. My only purpose was to dump my load in the cock slut who was writhing on my big dick.

I met Adam the day he moved into the house next door. The moving van had barely left when he knocked on my door, introducing himself and asking to borrow a drill to hang a flag mount next to his front door.

“That’s some flag,” I observed when Adam returned the drill later that afternoon. A large rainbow flag was hanging outside his door, catching the breeze. “I take it you’re—uh—gay.”

“Yeah,” he smiled broadly. “Gotta show my pride.”

Though the flag gave me a moment of pause, my wife was unfazed. “We should host a cookout for Adam and welcome him to the neighborhood,” Mandy suggested as soon as Adam had left. “We could invite all the neighbors so everyone can meet him.”

“I dunno,” I hesitated. “I’m not sure—”

“Don’t be a homophobic jerk,” Mandy chastised me. “Adam seems like a really nice guy, and we should get to know him.”

Of course, my wife was right. At the cookout we hosted for Adam the next Saturday, the whole neighborhood was taken with him. He was smart and funny as hell, cracking jokes that had everyone in stitches. For being the only gay guy in the neighborhood, Adam fit right in seamlessly.

“I heard you’re getting the snip next month,” my buddy Dereck announced as a bunch of us guys stood around the beer cooler, shooting the breeze with Adam. “My balls swelled up to the size of grapefruits when I had it done,” Dereck shared. “But after three days of icing my boys with bags of frozen peas, I was good as new.”

“Good to know,” I replied. “Honestly, I don’t know why Mandy is making me do it. I couldn’t tell you the last time she spread her legs for me. I didn’t even get birthday sex this year.”

“I hear you, bro,” my buddy Ryan clinked beer bottles with me. “Seems like my wife is always too tired, or has a headache, or is pissed off at me about something. The only action I ever get is from my right hand.”

“Sorry, Adam,” I apologized, noticing he was wide-eyed by the topic of conversation. “I’m sure the last thing you want to listen to is a bunch of hard-up married guys complaining that they never get laid.”

“It’s all good,” Adam laughed. “But it does make me thankful that I’m gay. If I want to get laid, all I have to do is open an app, or sit in the gym sauna for like five minutes,” he joked in jest.

“I’m sorry about all that guy talk about our frigid wives earlier,” I apologized again to Adam as the party was winding down. He and I were in a couple of lawn chairs, drinking beers by the fire pit. “We didn’t mean to bore you.”

“Really, it’s no big deal,” Adam laughed. “It was—enlightening, to say the least. You think you might want to come over to my place for a beer later tonight?”

“Thanks, but we still got a shit ton of beer here,” I gestured to the cooler.

“I wasn’t suggesting that we actually drink beer,” Adam smiled deviously, his eyes focused on my crotch.

“Oh—Jesus,” I stammered, suddenly realizing in my drunken beer haze that Adam wanted me to fuck him. “I’m flattered, dude—really I am. But I don’t swing that way. I don’t fuck guys.”

“Most married guys say that—at first,” Adam countered. “But once they try fucking a dude, they change their minds. I’ve been fucked by countless guys like you—straight and married but not getting any action at home. You just need an easy hole, a place to dump your load. I can be that easy hole for you.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I don’t fuck guys,” I doubled down. “I oughta say goodnight to the rest of our guests and help Mandy clean up,” I stood up to take my leave. “Thanks for coming over tonight, Adam. Welcome to the neighborhood.”

My mind was reeling as I said my goodbyes to our neighbors and began to collect the paper plates, soda cans, and beer bottles that littered our backyard. Where did Adam get off on offering up his ass to me? Sure, I needed to get my rocks off in the worst way, but that didn’t mean I was willing to stick my dick in some slutty gay dude. What I needed to do was to assert myself in my marriage and exercise my conjugal rights as a husband.

“That was a great party,” I wrapped my arms around Mandy as she washed a large platter in the kitchen sink, my hard cock pressed up against her ass through my shorts. “The kids are in bed. How about we leave the rest of this cleaning for the morning and go upstairs for some fun?” I suggested, my tongue in her ear.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” my wife pulled away from me. “Do you know how exhausted I am from hosting fifty people at our house tonight? And you expect me to now go upstairs and wrap my legs around you while you heave and sweat on top of me?”

“Babe, don’t get mad,” I tried to subdue her. “I just thought it could be fun to blow off some steam together.”

“You wanna blow off some steam?”she yelled, tossing a sponge into the sink. “Then go for a run.”

“Fine,” I shouted back, stripping off my shirt and reaching for my runners by the kitchen door. “I’m going for a long run. Don’t wait up for me.”

I stood in my driveway motionless, the cool night air kissing my bare chest. I didn’t feel like a run. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to destroy a cunt with my big dick. And then I looked over at Adam’s house. I could see the lights on in his living room, the flicker of his television through the slatted blinds.

Drawing closer to his windows, I could see that Adam was watching gay porn—a dude fucking another dude atop a bed. There was something primal, almost animalistic, about the way they fucked. Two men enjoying each other’s manly bodies. One dominating the other.

“Is everything okay?” Adam asked moments later as he opened his door to me upon my urgent knock.

“You want this cock?” I offered, standing before him in nothing but a pair of shorts, groping my bulge for emphasis.

“Christ, I thought you might sleep on my offer,” Adam laughed. “I didn’t expect you to show up tonight.”

“You want this big dick or not?” I persisted.

“Fuck yes,” Adam exclaimed, pulling me inside. “Your wife know that you’re here?”

“No—she thinks I’m out for a run.”

“Good, let’s keep it that way,” he led me up the stairs to his bedroom. “You want me missionary or doggy?” he asked, stripping down and reaching for a bottle of lube on his bed table.

“Doggy—for certain,” I answered, stepping out of my shorts. “No offense, but I’d rather not have to look at your face while I’m pounding your ass.”

“Christ, you’re hung,” he gasped, admiring my cock while slathering lube into his hole. “It’s no wonder your wife doesn’t want you to fuck her with that hole splitter.”

“It’s a big one,” I gloated, slapping it against my open hand.

“Let’s get that big dick in me,” Adam ordered, positioning himself on all fours atop his bed. “I want you to fuck the shit out of me.”

Dutifully, I climbed onto the bed and took my place behind Adam. Gripping him by the hips, I aimed my engorged cock head at his puckered hole and shoved right into him.

“FUCK,” he screamed, gripping the sheets from under him. “You’re thick as fuck.”

“Yeah, bitch—take this fat cock,” I growled, pummeling his hole. “I’m not stopping until I’ve shot my load in you.”

Christ, his cunt was amazing—easily the best hole that I’d ever experienced. I’m not embarrassed to admit that I fucked a lot of girls before I married my wife, and no bitch’s pussy could compare with Adam’s man cunt.

“That’s it—fuck me deep,” he begged, twerking on my big one. He was gripping my cock at the base, his sphincter pulsing around my shaft, milking out my load.

“You like this big dick in your tight hole?” I asked, slapping his ass with my open palm. “Is this what you wanted when you offered up your cunt to me at the party tonight?”

“Yes—I wanted your cock so bad,” he answered, rocking his hips, matching the rhythm of my deep thrusts. “I love getting dicked down by a hung, married stud like you.”

Imagining all the fellow married guys who had used Adam’s cunt only turned me on all the more, my boner growing even more rigid inside of him. I began to jackhammer him harder, pummeling his quivering cunt, showing no mercy.

“FUCK,” he screamed as I proceeded to pound the shit out of him on top of his bed, my big dick routing his depths. Gripping his shoulders, I thrusted deeper, my left hand moving up his neck, pulling his head back. My orgasm was imminent, my balls throbbing.

“You gonna take my cum?” I demanded, my cock swelling inside his tight cunt, expanding against the walls of his fuck canal. “You gonna let me dump my load in you, bitch?”

“Yes—seed me hole,” Adam begged, writhing on my big rod. “Fucking breed me.”

“You’re about to get it,” I warned, his sphincter gripping my shaft, pulling me into his depths. “Don’t stop—that’s it—keep going—OH FUCK—SHIT—FUCK.”

“Mmm, yeah. I can feel you cumming in me,” he moaned as my cock erupted, spewing my warm load into his deepest recesses. I collapsed upon him, driving him into the mattress as my balls continued to empty inside him, my seed swimming in his bowels.

“Christ, I needed that,” I pulled out of him, my pearly load dripping from his gaping hole. “You’ve got a cunt made for cock.”

“That—was—fucking—incredible,” he panted breathlessly, his body immobile upon the bed.

“I better get back home before the wife suspects anything,” I announced, pulling my shorts back on, stuffing my wet cock back inside them. I was soon out the door, leaving Adam curled up in a fetal position upon his bed, my load still leaking from his wrecked hole.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Mandy said groggily, awakening as I tiptoed into our bedroom moments later. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”

“I’m sorry, too,” I replied, dripping in sweat as I stripped out of my shorts, my spent cock hanging between my legs. “I’m gonna jump in the shower before hitting the sack.”

“You feel better after your run?”

“Yes, babe—I feel fucking amazing,” I admitted, ambling into the bathroom. “I think I’m going to start running every night before bed.”

“Maybe you could invite Adam to join you some night?” my wife called out to me as I turned on the shower. “I bet he likes to run. He looked really fit.”

“That’s a great idea,” I called back. “I think I’d enjoy pounding the pavement with Adam every night. There’s no better release.”

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

“I’m almost done,” the police officer stated as I entered the men’s room, his thick cock in his hand, aiming his golden stream into the dirty urinal. Christ, I wanted him. The macho demeanor. The hairy, muscular arms. The buzzed head and scruffy face. The big bulge in his uniform pants. I was accompanying the officer that day for the precinct’s ride-along program, but the only thing I wanted to ride was his big cock.

“I’m Officer Cooper,” he had introduced himself earlier that afternoon when I met him in the lobby of the police station. I tried to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor, my eyes appraising every inch of this hunky man. “You must be Ryan,” he extended his hand cordially.

“Yeah, I’m here to ride you—shit—I mean, I’m here to ride with you today,” I stammered as he crushed my hand in his meaty paw.

“Sounds good,” Officer Cooper smiled, ignoring my Freudian slip as he released my hand and examined the ride-along form that I had submitted. “It says here that you’re riding along with me today for a class you’re taking?”

“Uh—yeah,” I nodded. “I’m in a criminal justice class at Springdale Tech this semester, and we can get extra credit if we go on a ride-along.”

“You think you might want to go into law enforcement?” he asked, his eyes appraising my scrawny body. “Wear a badge like mine some day?”

“I dunno—maybe,” I lied.

“Well, I had no clue what the fuck I wanted to do with my life at your age,” he chuckled. “So you’re already one step ahead of me by checking out the police force.”

Officer Cooper went over some basic rules with me as we drove off in his squad car, explaining the common 10 codes that I might hear over the radio. I tried to pay attention to him, but his bulging package was too much of a distraction as I wondered how I could get his big cock in me.

We soon had two calls. A code 10-37 for a burglary turned out to be a man climbing through his own window when he’d lost his key. And we were sent to an apartment complex for a code 10–16, a domestic disturbance that turned out to be nothing more than a couple having really loud sex.

Things were kind of slow after that, so Officer Cooper treated me to coffee and donuts. We were sitting in his squad car, enjoying our treat, when he got a personal call on his phone.

“I told you I’m scheduled 3 to 11 today,” he hissed into the phone. “I can’t watch Hannah. It’s not my night, and it’s not my fucking problem if you’ve got a date with some douchebag.”

“Fucking cunt,” he spat upon ending the call. “Sorry you had to hear that,” he turned to me. “My wife and I just got a divorce and we’re still working out the custody issues with our daughter.”

“I’m—I’m sorry to hear that,” I offered feebly.

“The only thing I’m sorry about is that I didn’t wrap my cock when I knocked up that fuckin’ bitch on our second date,” he spat. “Would’ve saved me from nearly ten years of fucking misery. Never raw dog a bitch, you understand me?”

“I don’t need to worry about getting a girl pregnant,” I confessed candidly. “I’m gay.”

“Oh yeah?” Officer Cooper turned his head towards me, his eyes appraising me. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as gay,” he stated unconvincingly.

“My parents are divorced,” I tried to offer some empathy. “So I know what it’s like. My dad was a mess the first year until he got on Tinder and started getting laid again.”

“Tinder,” Officer Cooper spat. “Between my night shifts on the force and taking care of my daughter on the other nights, I don’t have time for Tinder. The only action my cock sees anymore is my right hand,” he pumped his open fist, making the sign for jacking off.

I wanted to offer up my ass to him right then and there. But I was too afraid that Officer Cooper would beat the shit out of some brazen faggot who had the nerve to proposition a cop in his own squad car. And so I remained silent as we each sipped our coffee in silence.

“I gotta piss,” he announced, slipping the car into drive, pulling out onto the roadway. “This coffee goes right through me.”

We were soon at Memorial Park, a run-down city park just up the road. Officer Cooper quickly parked the squad car next to the graffitied public restrooms. “You need to drain the vein?” he asked as he got out of the car.

“I’m—I’m good,” I hesitated as he closed the door. “I’ll wait here in the car.”

What the fuck was wrong with me? Officer Cooper had practically invited me into the men’s room with him. He knew that I was gay. And he confessed to being in need of sex following his recent divorce. I just needed to follow him into that men’s room and offer up my ass to him.

“I’m almost done,” he stated as I entered the men’s room, his thick cock in his hand, aiming his golden stream into the dirty urinal.

Wordlessly, I positioned myself in the adjacent toilet stall that was opposite the sinks. Leaving the stall door open, I dropped the back of my shorts, presenting my eager ass to him. Time dragged at an excruciating pace as I listened to his diminishing stream before the urinal flushed. The moment of truth had arrived.

“Christ Almighty,” he cursed upon finding me, my ass ripe for the taking. “I should’ve known you were after this big cock,” he unzipped himself, his big dick stretching perpendicular to his body. “Is that what you want, bitch? This big cock up your ass?”

“Yes,” I planted my hands on the wall above the toilet, my knotted hole begging to be pulverized. “Fuck me with that big cock, Officer. Fucking wreck my cunt.”

I listened as he hawked a wad of saliva onto the head of his cock before pushing it against my sphincter. His meaty hands gripped my hips, pulling me into him. And then—WHAM—Officer Cooper was inside of me.

“Jesus, you’ve gotta sweet cunt on you, boy,” he marveled, thrusting deep inside me. “I can’t remember the last time I had pussy this good. You like this big dick up your ass?” he queried.

“Your big cock feels so good inside me,” I moaned, riding that thin line between pleasure and pain. My hole was on fire, and I desperately needed more spit. But I gritted my teeth, not wanting to jeopardize the intense fucking that Officer Cooper was delivering to my bowels.

“Yeah—open that cunt for me,” he directed with his hand on my back, pushing my upper body lower as he raised my ass. Instantly, his big dick slid further into my recesses, my eyes rolling back into my head as he pounded my inner-sphincter.

Christ, the man was a fuck machine, hammering my quivering cunt with brutal force. He was punishing my hole with all of his frustrations—his bitch of an ex-wife, his inability to get laid following his divorce. All that anger was directed at my hole, and I was loving it.

Officer Cooper moved his hands to my shoulders, altering his angle once more. His balls smacked my ass repetitively, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls. He was grunting hard, his breathing intensifying, his cock swelling within me. The dude was about to cum, and there was no turning back.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he announced, his balls throbbing against my hole. “You ready for my nut?”

“Breed me,” I begged. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“FUCK,” he grunted loudly, his body convulsing as he flooded my guts. His big dick pulsed over and over, spewing his warm seed into my depths. “FUCK,” he grunted one last time, thrusting deep within my cummy void as his balls finally reached empty.

“I wondered if you were gonna offer up your ass to me,” he confessed while pulling out of me, a gaping hole left in his wake. “I didn’t want to say anything at first, but I had pegged you as gay fairly quickly.”

“How did you know?” I asked, reaching for some toilet paper, trying to stem the deluge of cum that was gushing from my wrecked cunt. “Am I that obviously gay?”

“Well, you shake hands like a six-year old girl,” he laughed boisterously. “And you also order coffee like one. A mocha frappe with whipped cream and extra chocolate sprinkles? No straight dude orders that.”

But before I could respond, Officer Cooper dislodged his radio from his belt. “All units—we gotta 10-71 in the men’s room at Memorial Park. I repeat—a 10-71 in the men’s room at Memorial Park.”

“Code 10-71? What does that mean?”

“That means we gotta dude bent over taking dick in a men’s room,” he smacked my ass. “I hope you’re in the mood for some more cock, boy. Like me, most of the guys on the force are often hard up for a warm hole. You’re gonna have 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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