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In the sultry summer of my 18th year and I was spending my vacation at my uncle’s house. I was a young and shy, all limbs and hormones. Uncle Max, a rugged 35-year-old with a perpetual five o'clock shadow, was a man of few words but many mysteries. His tight jeans always featured a bulge that made my teenage fantasies run wild.
One sweltering afternoon, I found myself alone with Max in the dimly lit living room. The air was thick with tension and the scent of his cologne. He was sprawled on the couch, a glass of whiskey in hand, his eyes locked onto me. I felt a shiver run down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement.
“Come here, kid,” he growled, patting his thigh. I hesitated, then walked over, my heart pounding in my chest. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me down onto his lap. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, and I gasped.
Max chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, his breath hot on my ear. I nodded, unable to speak, as he began to grind against me. His hands roamed my body, rough and demanding, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
He captured my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue pushing past my lips, exploring, dominating. I moaned, my body melting into his. He tasted like whiskey and power, and I wanted more. He bit my lower lip, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make me gasp.
“On your knees,” he ordered, pushing me off his lap. I complied, my body trembling with anticipation. He unbuttoned his jeans, the zipper echoing loudly in the silent room. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
I looked up at him, seeking permission. He smirked, “Go on, kid. Show me what you’ve got.” I leaned in, tentatively licking the head of his cock. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair, pushing me down. I took him into my mouth, my inexperience evident in my hesitant movements.
Max guided me, his hips thrusting up, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, tears springing to my eyes. He pulled me off, wiping the tears away with his thumb. “You’ll learn,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Now, stand up.”
I stood, my body aching with need. He turned me around, pushing me down onto the couch, my ass in the air. I heard the sound of a bottle being opened, then felt the cold liquid of lube dripping onto my hole. He rubbed it in, his fingers pushing inside, stretching me.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his fingers moving in and out of me. I pushed back, wanting more. He chuckled, “Eager little thing, aren’t you?” He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, pushing in slowly.
I gasped, the sensation of being filled overwhelming. He paused, letting me adjust, then began to move. His thrusts were slow, deliberate, each one pushing me further onto the couch. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with our moans.
“Harder,” I gasped, pushing back against him. He obliged, his hips slapping against my ass, his cock hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars. I moaned, my body tensing as I came, my cock rubbing against the couch.
Max followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his cum. He collapsed onto my back, his breath ragged in my ear. “Good boy,” he murmured, pulling out of me.
“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.
From the Twisted-Talez Vault 🔓
“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.
Afternoon
The front door clicked shut with a quiet thud, the sound of my father’s boots scuffing against the hardwood floor as he kicked them off near the entryway. I didn’t lift my head—couldn’t, really—because my fingers were already wrapped around my cock, stroking it lazily through the fabric of my jeans. The denim was rough against my sensitive skin, but the friction only made me harder, my breath hitching as I arched my back just a little, letting the cool air of the living room brush against my exposed chest.
My shirt was unbuttoned all the way, the sleeves still clinging to my arms, the fabric hanging open to reveal the lean, defined muscles of my torso. I’d been working out more lately—just enough to keep my body tight, my abs sharp, my shoulders broad. I knew he noticed. I wanted him to notice.
I heard the rustle of his jacket as he shrugged it off, the clink of his keys hitting the side table. Then silence. A pause. The kind of silence that hums with tension, thick and heavy, like the air before a storm.
“Jesus, Dylan,” he muttered, his voice rough, strained. I finally lifted my gaze, my dark eyes locking onto his as I slowly dragged my tongue over my lower lip. My hand didn’t stop moving, my fingers still teasing the head of my cock through the denim, my thumb swirling over the damp spot that had already formed. I could feel the heat of his stare burning into me, could see the way his throat worked as he swallowed hard.
“You’re home early,” I murmured, my voice low, deliberate. I let my legs fall open just a little wider, the movement drawing his attention down to the obvious bulge in my jeans. “Missed me?”
His jaw tightened, his fingers flexing at his sides like he was fighting the urge to reach for me. “You’re eighteen,” he ground out, but there was no real conviction in his words. Just frustration. Just want.
I smirked, my free hand sliding up my chest, my fingers tracing the lines of my abs before pinching one of my nipples—just hard enough to make me gasp. “And you’re thirty-eight,” I countered, my voice dripping with challenge. “Old enough to know what you want.”
He exhaled sharply, his broad shoulders rising and falling with the effort. I could see the way his cock was already straining against his slacks, the thick outline of it impossible to miss. My mouth watered. I loved the way he looked when he was turned on—all tense muscle and barely leashed control, like he was one wrong word away from snapping.
“Dylan,” he warned, but his voice was thicker now, darker. His eyes flicked down to where my hand was still working my cock, his nostrils flaring. “You’re playing with fire.”
I let out a low, breathy laugh, my fingers finally popping open the button of my jeans before slowly dragging the zipper down. The sound of it was obscene in the quiet room, the metallic shink of the teeth parting making his breath hitch. “Good,” I whispered, my voice husky. “I like it hot.”
His control shattered.
In two long strides, he was on me, his large hands gripping my wrists and pinning them above my head as he crushed his mouth to mine. The kiss was brutal—all teeth and tongue and desperate need, his beard scraping against my skin as he devoured me. I moaned into his mouth, my hips bucking up against him, my cock throbbing against the confines of my boxers.
“Fuck, Dad,” I gasped when he finally pulled back, my lips swollen, my chest heaving. “You’re so fucking hard for me.”
He growled, his hips grinding down against mine, the thick ridge of his cock pressing against my own. “You have no idea,” he rasped, his voice raw. His hands slid down my arms, his fingers tangling with mine before he yanked my shirt the rest of the way off, tossing it aside. Then his mouth was on my neck, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin just below my ear, making me cry out.
“Shit—fuck—” I arched into him, my fingers clawing at his shoulders as he licked and sucked at my throat, his hands roaming down my chest, his thumbs brushing over my nipples before pinching them—hard. The sharp sting of pain sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock, and I whimpered, my hips jerking up against him.
“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured against my skin, his voice dark, satisfied. “Like it when I hurt you just a little.”
“Yes—fuck, yes,” I panted, my head falling back against the couch as his mouth trailed lower, his tongue swirling over one of my nipples before he bit down—just enough to make me gasp. His hands were already working at my jeans, shoving them down my hips along with my boxers, freeing my cock. It sprang up, thick and flushed, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
He groaned, his fingers wrapping around my shaft, stroking me slowly, his thumb smearing the wetness over the tip. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice rough with awe. “So fucking perfect.”
I whimpered, my hips lifting into his touch, my cock twitching in his grip. “Please—Dad, please—”
He didn’t make me beg.
His mouth was on me in an instant, his lips wrapping around the head of my cock, his tongue swirling over the sensitive flesh before he took me deep. I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as he bobbed his head, his throat working around me, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
“Oh fuck—fuck, Dad—” I gasped, my thighs trembling as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking me off with long, deep strokes. His free hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently before his fingers slid back, teasing at my entrance. I moaned, my hips jerking up into his mouth as he pressed a finger against me, not quite pushing in, just teasing.
“You want that, don’t you?” he murmured, pulling off my cock just long enough to speak, his breath hot against my wet skin. “Want me to fuck you with my fingers while I suck your cock?”
“Yes—yes, please—” I was begging, my voice high and desperate, my cock throbbing in his grip. He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against my shaft before he took me back into his mouth, his finger finally pressing inside me—slow, deep.
“Fuck—!” I cried out, my back arching off the couch as he crooked his finger, hitting that spot inside me that made my vision white out. His mouth never stopped moving, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock as he fingered me, his other hand gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice muffled around my cock. “So fucking tight for me.”
I couldn’t form words anymore—just sounds, desperate and needy, my hips jerking up into his mouth as he fingered me, his tongue working magic on my cock. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight, my cock throbbing in his mouth.
“Gonna—gonna cum—” I gasped, my fingers tightening in his hair. He groaned around my cock, the vibration sending me over the edge.
I came with a shout, my cum spilling down his throat as he swallowed around me, his finger still buried inside me, his other hand gripping my hip like a lifeline. He didn’t pull away until I was completely spent, my cock twitching weakly in his mouth, my body limp and boneless against the couch.
He finally pulled back, his lips glistening, his eyes dark with lust as he looked up at me. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you cum,” he murmured, his voice rough.
I panted, my chest heaving, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. “Your turn,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
He stood up, his hands going to his belt, his fingers working quickly to undo it before shoving his slacks and boxers down his hips. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head already slick with pre-cum. I licked my lips, my eyes locked onto it as he kicked his pants aside and stepped out of them.
“On your knees,” he ordered, his voice dark, commanding.
I didn’t hesitate.
I slid off the couch, dropping to my knees in front of him, my hands immediately going to his thighs, my fingers digging into the hard muscle. He groaned, his cock twitching as I leaned in, my tongue swiping over the head, tasting the salt of his pre-cum.
“Fuck, Dylan—” His voice was a growl, his fingers tangling in my hair as I took him into my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deep, my tongue swirling around the underside of his cock as I bobbed my head, my hands gripping his ass, pulling him closer.
“That’s it—fuck, just like that—” His hips jerked forward, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, but I didn’t pull back, just relaxed my throat, letting him fuck my mouth, his grip on my hair tight, controlling.
I loved it.
Loved the way he took what he wanted, the way he used me, the way his cock throbbed in my mouth, his pre-cum dripping down my throat. I moaned around him, the vibration making him groan, his hips snapping forward, his cock sliding deeper.
“You love this, don’t you?” he panted, his voice rough. “Love sucking my cock, love being my good little slut.”
I whimpered, my cock already hardening again at his words, my fingers digging into his ass as I took him deeper, my nose pressing against his skin.
“Fuck—fuck, I’m gonna cum—” His voice was a warning, his grip on my hair tightening as his cock twitched in my mouth. I didn’t pull back—I wanted it, wanted to taste him, wanted to feel him lose control.
He came with a groan, his cum spilling down my throat as I swallowed around him, my hands gripping his ass, holding him close. He shuddered, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into my mouth, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
When he finally pulled back, his cock slipping from my lips with a wet pop, I looked up at him, my lips swollen, my chin glistening with his cum. He groaned, his fingers tracing my jaw before he leaned down, capturing my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, tasting himself on me.
“You’re insatiable,” he murmured against my lips, his voice rough.
I smirked, my hands sliding up his thighs. “And you love it.”
The door clicked shut behind me, the sound muffled by the thick carpet of his suburban home. The scent of his cologne—something musky and expensive—lingered in the air, mixed with the faintest trace of sweat. I knew that smell. It was the scent of him when he was turned on, when his body was already anticipating what was about to happen.
I found him sprawled across his king-sized bed, the sheets rumpled beneath him, his muscular frame barely contained by the tight jockstrap he wore. His cock, already half-hard, strained against the fabric, the outline thick and promising. "Took you long enough. I was starting to think you’d chickened out."
I kicked off my shoes and crawled onto the bed beside him, my fingers trailing up his thigh. "You know I’d never miss this," I murmured, my voice low. "But you could’ve at least put on some pants. What if the kids had come home early?"
He finally set his phone down, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "Then they’d learn a valuable lesson about knocking." His hand shot out, gripping the back of my neck and pulling me in for a rough kiss. His lips were warm, his tongue insistent as it pushed past mine, tasting like mint and something darker, something that made my pulse quicken. I moaned into his mouth, my hands sliding over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath my palms.
He broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, "You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you? Imagining what I’d do to you the second you walked in." His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make me gasp. "Tell me."
I swallowed hard, my cock already aching in my jeans. "Yeah," I admitted, my voice rough. "I’ve been hard since I left the office. Couldn’t focus on shit."
He chuckled, low and dark, his free hand sliding down to palm my erection through my jeans. "Good. Because I’ve been dying to feel that mouth of yours wrapped around my cock." He gave me a shove, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send me tumbling onto my back. Before I could react, he was straddling my chest, his thick thighs caging me in. The jockstrap did little to hide the way his cock twitched, the head already peeking out from the waistband, glistening with pre-cum.
I licked my lips, my hands gripping his hips. "Fuck, you’re already leaking," I groaned, my thumb swiping over the slick tip. He hissed, his hips jerking forward instinctively.
"Suck it," he demanded, his voice rough with need. "Show me how much you’ve been thinking about it."
I didn’t need to be told twice. I pulled the jockstrap aside, freeing his cock completely, and wrapped my fingers around the base. He was thick, veiny, the head already flushed dark with blood. I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste the salty pre-cum beading at the slit. He groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair.
"Fuck, yeah—just like that," he breathed, his hips rolling forward slightly. "Take it all."
I opened my mouth wide, taking him in slowly, my lips stretching around his girth. The taste of him—musky, masculine, him—filled my senses as I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper. His cock hit the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly, but I didn’t pull back. Instead, I relaxed my throat, letting him slide in further, my nose pressing against the trimmed hair at the base of his shaft.
"Shit, you’re good at that," he groaned, his voice strained. His hips began to move in shallow thrusts, fucking my mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. "Look at you, taking my cock like a good little slut."
I moaned around him, the vibration making his cock twitch. My hands slid up his thighs, my fingers digging into the firm muscle of his ass, encouraging him to go deeper. He obliged, his thrusts growing harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Fuck, I love how you take me," he panted, his voice rough. "Like you were made for it."
Just as I was getting into a rhythm, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He froze, his cock still buried in my throat, and glanced at the screen. His expression darkened for a second before he answered, his voice suddenly smooth, almost cheerful.
"Hey, buddy. What’s up?" His free hand stroked my hair almost absently, his cock still throbbing in my mouth. I could hear the muffled voice of his son on the other end, something about a school project and needing help. My best friend—my lover—kept up the conversation like nothing was happening, his voice steady, his hips still rolling just enough to keep his cock sliding in and out of my lips.
I pulled back slightly, letting his cock pop free with a wet slick sound, and looked up at him. His eyes were dark, his jaw clenched as he listened to his son, but his hand never stopped moving in my hair, guiding me back down onto his shaft. I took him deep again, my tongue swirling around the head as I pulled back, then took him all the way to the root. His breath hitched, but his voice never wavered.
"Yeah, I can help with that. Just give me a sec to finish up here, okay?" He paused, listening, then chuckled. "No, nothing important. Just… cleaning up. I’ll be right there."
I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him groan softly. His fingers tightened in my hair, his hips jerking forward just a little harder. "Fuck, you’re asking for it," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper. "Keep doing that, and I’m gonna cum down your throat while I’m on the phone with my kid."
The thought sent a jolt of heat straight to my cock. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, my nose pressing against his skin. His breath came faster, his free hand gripping the sheets beside him.
"Yeah, buddy, I’ll be right there," he said, his voice strained. "Love you too. Bye."
The second he hung up, his phone clattered to the floor. His hand fisted in my hair, yanking me off his cock with a wet pop. "You little shit," he growled, his voice rough with need. "You were begging for it, weren’t you?"
Before I could answer, he flipped me onto my stomach, his strong hands gripping my hips and pulling me up onto my knees. The sudden movement made me gasp, but I didn’t resist. I knew what was coming.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my jeans, yanking them down along with my boxers, baring my ass to him. The cool air hit my skin, making me shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his body as he pressed against me from behind.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice dark with approval. "Already dripping for me." His fingers slid between my cheeks, teasing my hole, already slick with lube he must’ve applied earlier. I moaned, pushing back against his touch, desperate for more.
"Please," I whimpered, my voice muffled against the sheets. "Fuck, just fuck me already."
He chuckled, low and dark, his fingers circling my entrance before pressing in, one at a time. I gasped, my fingers clutching at the sheets as he stretched me open, his fingers crooking inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision blur.
"God, you’re tight," he groaned, his breath hot against my ear. "Like you’ve been saving this ass just for me."
I couldn’t even form words, my body already trembling with need. His fingers pulled out, and I whined at the loss, but it was only for a second. The thick head of his cock pressed against me, hot and insistent. I pushed back, taking him in inch by inch, my breath coming in ragged gasps as he filled me.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Take it all, baby. Every inch."
I did. I took him to the hilt, my body stretching around him, the burn of it mixing with the pleasure until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. He pulled back slowly, then slammed back in, his hips snapping against my ass with a sharp smack of skin on skin.
"Oh fuck," I cried out, my voice breaking. "Harder. Harder, please."
He didn’t need to be told twice. His grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts growing rougher, deeper, his cock pounding into me with a rhythm that had me seeing stars. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound mixing with the wet slap of skin and our ragged breaths.
"You like that, don’t you?" he growled, his voice rough. "Like being my little slut, taking my cock like a good boy."
"Yeah," I gasped, my voice barely more than a whimper. "Fuck, yes. I’m yours."
His hand snaked around my waist, his fingers wrapping around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation—his cock pounding into my ass, his hand working my cock—was too much. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my cock pulsing in his grip as I came, my cum spilling over his fingers and onto the sheets beneath us.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic. "Cum for me, baby. Cum."
I did, my body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. His cock swelled inside me, his own release building, his breath coming in sharp gasps.
"Gonna cum," he warned, his voice strained. "Gonna fill this tight little ass up."
"Do it," I begged, my voice raw. "Cum in me. Please."
With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum filling me, hot and thick. He groaned, his body shuddering against mine, his fingers digging into my hips as he rode out his orgasm.
For a moment, we stayed like that, his cock still buried inside me, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then, slowly, he pulled out, his cum dripping out of me, warm and sticky. He collapsed beside me on the bed, his chest heaving, his skin glistening with sweat.
"Fuck," he panted, his voice rough. "You’re gonna be the death of me."
I rolled onto my side, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. "Worth it," I murmured, my voice hoarse.
He chuckled, his hand sliding over my hip, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice soft. "Yeah, it is."
We lay there for a while, our bodies tangled together, the scent of sex and sweat filling the air. But we both knew it wasn’t over. It never was.
His phone buzzed again, and this time, it was his wife. He answered, his voice smooth, almost bored, like he hadn’t just fucked me senseless. I listened as he made plans for dinner, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my thigh as he talked. When he hung up, he turned to me, his dark eyes gleaming with something wicked.
"She’s gonna be home in an hour," he murmured, his voice low. "Think you can handle another round before then?"
I grinned, my cock already stirring back to life. "Try and stop me."
He rolled on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his cock already hardening against my thigh. "Oh, I don’t plan on stopping," he growled, his lips crashing down onto mine. "Not until you’re begging me to."
And just like that, we were lost in each other again, the world outside fading away until there was nothing but the two of us, the heat of our bodies, and the desperate, hungry need that always pulled us back together.
The door clicked shut behind me, the sound muffled by the thick carpet of his suburban home. The scent of his cologne—something musky and expensive—lingered in the air, mixed with the faintest trace of sweat. I knew that smell. It was the scent of him when he was turned on, when his body was already anticipating what was about to happen.
I found him sprawled across his king-sized bed, the sheets rumpled beneath him, his muscular frame barely contained by the tight jockstrap he wore. His cock, already half-hard, strained against the fabric, the outline thick and promising. "Took you long enough. I was starting to think you’d chickened out."
I kicked off my shoes and crawled onto the bed beside him, my fingers trailing up his thigh. "You know I’d never miss this," I murmured, my voice low. "But you could’ve at least put on some pants. What if the kids had come home early?"
He finally set his phone down, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "Then they’d learn a valuable lesson about knocking." His hand shot out, gripping the back of my neck and pulling me in for a rough kiss. His lips were warm, his tongue insistent as it pushed past mine, tasting like mint and something darker, something that made my pulse quicken. I moaned into his mouth, my hands sliding over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath my palms.
He broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, "You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you? Imagining what I’d do to you the second you walked in." His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make me gasp. "Tell me."
I swallowed hard, my cock already aching in my jeans. "Yeah," I admitted, my voice rough. "I’ve been hard since I left the office. Couldn’t focus on shit."
He chuckled, low and dark, his free hand sliding down to palm my erection through my jeans. "Good. Because I’ve been dying to feel that mouth of yours wrapped around my cock." He gave me a shove, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send me tumbling onto my back. Before I could react, he was straddling my chest, his thick thighs caging me in. The jockstrap did little to hide the way his cock twitched, the head already peeking out from the waistband, glistening with pre-cum.
I licked my lips, my hands gripping his hips. "Fuck, you’re already leaking," I groaned, my thumb swiping over the slick tip. He hissed, his hips jerking forward instinctively.
"Suck it," he demanded, his voice rough with need. "Show me how much you’ve been thinking about it."
I didn’t need to be told twice. I pulled the jockstrap aside, freeing his cock completely, and wrapped my fingers around the base. He was thick, veiny, the head already flushed dark with blood. I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste the salty pre-cum beading at the slit. He groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair.
"Fuck, yeah—just like that," he breathed, his hips rolling forward slightly. "Take it all."
I opened my mouth wide, taking him in slowly, my lips stretching around his girth. The taste of him—musky, masculine, him—filled my senses as I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper. His cock hit the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly, but I didn’t pull back. Instead, I relaxed my throat, letting him slide in further, my nose pressing against the trimmed hair at the base of his shaft.
"Shit, you’re good at that," he groaned, his voice strained. His hips began to move in shallow thrusts, fucking my mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. "Look at you, taking my cock like a good little slut."
I moaned around him, the vibration making his cock twitch. My hands slid up his thighs, my fingers digging into the firm muscle of his ass, encouraging him to go deeper. He obliged, his thrusts growing harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Fuck, I love how you take me," he panted, his voice rough. "Like you were made for it."
Just as I was getting into a rhythm, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He froze, his cock still buried in my throat, and glanced at the screen. His expression darkened for a second before he answered, his voice suddenly smooth, almost cheerful.
"Hey, buddy. What’s up?" His free hand stroked my hair almost absently, his cock still throbbing in my mouth. I could hear the muffled voice of his son on the other end, something about a school project and needing help. My best friend—my lover—kept up the conversation like nothing was happening, his voice steady, his hips still rolling just enough to keep his cock sliding in and out of my lips.
I pulled back slightly, letting his cock pop free with a wet slick sound, and looked up at him. His eyes were dark, his jaw clenched as he listened to his son, but his hand never stopped moving in my hair, guiding me back down onto his shaft. I took him deep again, my tongue swirling around the head as I pulled back, then took him all the way to the root. His breath hitched, but his voice never wavered.
"Yeah, I can help with that. Just give me a sec to finish up here, okay?" He paused, listening, then chuckled. "No, nothing important. Just… cleaning up. I’ll be right there."
I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him groan softly. His fingers tightened in my hair, his hips jerking forward just a little harder. "Fuck, you’re asking for it," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper. "Keep doing that, and I’m gonna cum down your throat while I’m on the phone with my kid."
The thought sent a jolt of heat straight to my cock. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, my nose pressing against his skin. His breath came faster, his free hand gripping the sheets beside him.
"Yeah, buddy, I’ll be right there," he said, his voice strained. "Love you too. Bye."
The second he hung up, his phone clattered to the floor. His hand fisted in my hair, yanking me off his cock with a wet pop. "You little shit," he growled, his voice rough with need. "You were begging for it, weren’t you?"
Before I could answer, he flipped me onto my stomach, his strong hands gripping my hips and pulling me up onto my knees. The sudden movement made me gasp, but I didn’t resist. I knew what was coming.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my jeans, yanking them down along with my boxers, baring my ass to him. The cool air hit my skin, making me shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his body as he pressed against me from behind.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice dark with approval. "Already dripping for me." His fingers slid between my cheeks, teasing my hole, already slick with lube he must’ve applied earlier. I moaned, pushing back against his touch, desperate for more.
"Please," I whimpered, my voice muffled against the sheets. "Fuck, just fuck me already."
He chuckled, low and dark, his fingers circling my entrance before pressing in, one at a time. I gasped, my fingers clutching at the sheets as he stretched me open, his fingers crooking inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision blur.
"God, you’re tight," he groaned, his breath hot against my ear. "Like you’ve been saving this ass just for me."
I couldn’t even form words, my body already trembling with need. His fingers pulled out, and I whined at the loss, but it was only for a second. The thick head of his cock pressed against me, hot and insistent. I pushed back, taking him in inch by inch, my breath coming in ragged gasps as he filled me.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Take it all, baby. Every inch."
I did. I took him to the hilt, my body stretching around him, the burn of it mixing with the pleasure until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. He pulled back slowly, then slammed back in, his hips snapping against my ass with a sharp smack of skin on skin.
"Oh fuck," I cried out, my voice breaking. "Harder. Harder, please."
He didn’t need to be told twice. His grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts growing rougher, deeper, his cock pounding into me with a rhythm that had me seeing stars. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound mixing with the wet slap of skin and our ragged breaths.
"You like that, don’t you?" he growled, his voice rough. "Like being my little slut, taking my cock like a good boy."
"Yeah," I gasped, my voice barely more than a whimper. "Fuck, yes. I’m yours."
His hand snaked around my waist, his fingers wrapping around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation—his cock pounding into my ass, his hand working my cock—was too much. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my cock pulsing in his grip as I came, my cum spilling over his fingers and onto the sheets beneath us.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic. "Cum for me, baby. Cum."
I did, my body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. His cock swelled inside me, his own release building, his breath coming in sharp gasps.
"Gonna cum," he warned, his voice strained. "Gonna fill this tight little ass up."
"Do it," I begged, my voice raw. "Cum in me. Please."
With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum filling me, hot and thick. He groaned, his body shuddering against mine, his fingers digging into my hips as he rode out his orgasm.
For a moment, we stayed like that, his cock still buried inside me, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then, slowly, he pulled out, his cum dripping out of me, warm and sticky. He collapsed beside me on the bed, his chest heaving, his skin glistening with sweat.
"Fuck," he panted, his voice rough. "You’re gonna be the death of me."
I rolled onto my side, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. "Worth it," I murmured, my voice hoarse.
He chuckled, his hand sliding over my hip, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice soft. "Yeah, it is."
We lay there for a while, our bodies tangled together, the scent of sex and sweat filling the air. But we both knew it wasn’t over. It never was.
His phone buzzed again, and this time, it was his wife. He answered, his voice smooth, almost bored, like he hadn’t just fucked me senseless. I listened as he made plans for dinner, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my thigh as he talked. When he hung up, he turned to me, his dark eyes gleaming with something wicked.
"She’s gonna be home in an hour," he murmured, his voice low. "Think you can handle another round before then?"
I grinned, my cock already stirring back to life. "Try and stop me."
He rolled on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his cock already hardening against my thigh. "Oh, I don’t plan on stopping," he growled, his lips crashing down onto mine. "Not until you’re begging me to."
And just like that, we were lost in each other again, the world outside fading away until there was nothing but the two of us, the heat of our bodies, and the desperate, hungry need that always pulled us back together.
Man sex is beautiful
“Did—did you just text me a photo of you getting fucked by some dude?!” demanded Greg, my hot, muscled stepdad, a look of mixed confusion and disgust on his face as we stood in the gym locker room following our workout.
“Oh my god—NO—I meant to send that to Tanner,” I cringed. “Jesus Christ—I’m so fucking embarrassed. Please delete it. Just—just pretend you never saw it.”
“I can’t pretend that I didn’t see a photo of my stepson with a big cock up his ass,” Greg shook his head, as if trying to rid the pornographic image burned onto his retinas. “I didn’t see his face in the photo all that well, but I take it the big cock belongs to Tanner.”
“Yeah,” I cringed. “We were just fucking around last night.”
“Well—that’s certainly apparent,” Mark laughed awkwardly. “So, I guess that means you’re—what—gay?”
“Maybe, I mean—I don’t know” I confessed, embarrassed that the issue of my sexuality was still confusing to me when I was almost twenty years old. “It’s complicated.”
“Does your mother know?” Greg asked.
“Oh—Jesus,” I gasped. “Please don’t tell her. I really wasn’t—I’m really not ready to discuss this with Mom.”
“I get you,” Greg nodded. “Your secret is safe with me. I went through a little phase like this when I was your age.”
“Wait—you did?” my jaw dropped. “You let guys fuck you?”
“No—no, you misunderstood me,” Greg shook his head. “I used to fuck guys—when I was young and not getting much pussy yet.”
But before I could react, two old dudes entered the locker room talking loudly, giving each other shit after a contentious game of racketball.
“Let’s take this into the sauna,” Greg suggested. “It’s quiet in there, and we can talk more freely.”
“So—you used to fuck guys?” I tried to get us back on track as Greg and I took a seat on a bench in the sauna, grateful that we were alone.
“Well, it was more so one particular guy that I fucked back then,” Greg admitted.
“Was he a buddy?”
“Umm—not really. I’m ashamed to admit I never even knew the dude’s name. He was just a guy who showed up at my fraternity house a lot for—you know—some cock.”
“You mean like a cum dump—a random dude you just fucked, no strings?”
“Jesus—a cum dump? Is that really a thing?” Greg queried as I nodded affirmatively. “Then, yeah, he was a cum dump. All of us fucked him, but he liked it. He was really good at taking cock.”
“Did you fuck him often?”
“Yeah,” Greg laughed. “Whenever I wasn’t getting pussy, which was—I’m embarrassed to admit—quite often.”
“And—and did you like fucking him—this cum dump.”
“Christ,” Greg ran his hand through his hair. “I haven’t thought about him in a long time but—yeah—I loved fucking him. His hole was super tight, better than pussy.”
Greg’s hand then went to his crotch, trying to conceal the fact that he was hard, his big cock straining against the flimsy fabric of his athletic shorts. Clearly, he was still turned on by the thought of fucking a dude.
But would Greg be turned on by the thought of fucking me? There was only one way to find out.
“So—I have a question,” I began.
“Yeah?”
“If that cum dump from your fraternity days walked into this sauna right now, and bent over the bench for you—would you fuck him?”
“Christ,” he whistled. “I mean, I’d have your mother to consider. I’m a married man now.”
“Leave Mom out of the equation,” I insisted.
“Well—I guess in that case—yeah, I would fuck the cum dump again,” he conceded, his hard cock nearly busting through his shorts at the thought.
“Close your eyes,” I beseeched.
“What—why?”
“Just do it,” I insisted softly. “Please.”
“Okay,” he complied, taking a deep breath as his eyes closed, his meaty hands resting near his crotch.
Quickly, I dropped the back of my shorts and bent over the sauna bench directly opposite us. It was a crazy idea, I knew. Greg could yell at me, tell me to fuck off. Or someone could barge in on us—a major risk.
“You can open your eyes now,” I directed, my chest resting on the warm bench, my ass presented for his use.
“The fuck?!” Greg gasped. Here it comes, I thought. He’s going to be pissed. He’s going to yank up my pants and pull me by the arm to our lockers, lecturing me for having the balls to proposition my own stepdad.
But nothing happened. Greg was silent. I took a deep breath and waited. And then I felt it—Greg’s thick finger softly exploring the puckered folds of my cunt.
“Christ, that’s beautiful,” he whispered, his finger breaching my sphincter. “And so fucking tight.”
He then suddenly withdrew. I turned back my face to witness Greg dropping his shorts, his big cock hard with a glistening drop of precum at the tip.
His hands went to either side of my ass, spreading my cheeks, opening my hole. Greg spat upon it, his phlegm wetting my sphincter. I felt it then—the rounded tip of his cock, my hole instinctively opening for it. And then—WHAM—Greg was inside me.
“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled, delivering slow strokes. “I forgot how fuckin’ good ass feels.”
“You’re hung like fuck,” I winced, gripping the sauna bench, my hole torn apart.
“Isn’t that what you like?” he slapped my ass while thrusting deep. “A big dick up your ass?”
“Fuck yes,” I agreed. “I just need a moment to adjust. You’ve got a hole splitter.”
But Greg wasn’t going to give me that moment. Instantly, he began to pummel my hole, his cock routing my depths. The initial pain began to give way to intense pleasure, his big dick pounding me savagely.
“Fuck yeah, bitch,” he barked in the same voice he uses when screaming at the TV during football games when a referee makes a bad call. “Take this big fuckin’ dick.”
My mild-mannered stepdad had suddenly morphed into an alpha male, exerting his dominance over me. He had once again become that oversexed frat boy who just needed to pound a load into a submissive cum dump—and I was that cum dump.
“Shit, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” he slapped my ass, raising himself onto the balls of his feet, plunging deeper into my fuck canal. “That’s it—open that pussy for me.”
I couldn’t believe his aggression, the brutal way in which Greg was fucking me. Don’t get me wrong, I was fucking loving it. But I couldn’t help wondering if he fucked my mom this way, pounding her pussy like he owned it? Somehow, I doubted it.
“You want my cum?” he quickly demanded, drawing me back from my thoughts, his pace quickening. “You want me to shoot my hot load up your ass?”
“Yes,” I begged, his body smashing into me over and over. “Fucking breed me.”
“Here it comes,” he growled, his cock swelling inside me, my sphincter gripping him. “FUCK—DAMN.”
His body quaked, a violent thrust, slamming my head against the sauna wall as his cock exploded inside me. Greg grunted as each throb of his cock ejected shot after shot of his sticky seed into my guts. A warmth emanated from deep in my bowels, his load swimming in me.
“Christ, that was good,” Greg exhaled, pulling out of me before collapsing upon the opposite sauna bench. “You’ve got a cunt made for cock.”
And then he was the mild-mannered version of himself again, the frat boy fuck machine locked back inside him. Jekyll and Hyde.
“We better get out of here,” Greg advised, looking around the sauna as he stuffed his wet cock back into his shorts. “And you need to clean up,” he laughed, eyeing my sloppy hole, his pearly load dripping from my gaping cunt. “Looks like I made a mess of you.”
We each hit the showers. Dressing afterward at our lockers, Greg gave me a furtive wink. A new bond had been forged between us. I had always loved him as a stepdad, but there was now a deeper connection between us. I couldn’t wait to explore this new path in our relationship—eagerly wanting his big cock in me again.
“We can’t ever do this again,” Greg announced as we left the gym and walked out to his car, his load still escaping my wrecked hole, squishing between my ass cheeks.
“But why?” I asked, crestfallen, my dream of being Greg’s new cum dump fading before me. “Didn’t you like fucking my ass?
“Yes—I loved fucking your ass, you silly boy,” Greg laughed. “I just meant that we can’t fuck in the sauna again. It’s too risky. But I plan on emptying my balls in you at home every night—after your mother goes to bed, of course.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
From the Twisted-Talez Vault 🔓
Yes 🤤💦
Man sex is beautiful
That’s just before slips in completely
“How was your night?” my stepdad Mark asked, standing in our darkened front entryway when I came home in the wee hours of the morning. He was in his usual tighty whities, his thick cock outlined by the flimsy fabric, his muscular arms crossed over his meaty pecs. It is patently unfair to have a stepdad who is that fucking hot.
“Jesus Christ,” I gasped, taking in the sight of him. “You scared the shit out of me. It’s after 2 am. I’m eighteen now—you don’t have to wait up for me.”
“I know,” he assured me. “I just came downstairs for a glass of water. I was thirsty after your mother and I—uh—after we—”
“Spare me the details,” I cringed, noticing his mussed up hair and the sweaty, post-coital sheen on his body.
“Got it,” Mark laughed. “So—what did you and Brent do tonight?”
“Umm—not much,” I shrugged. Brent, my first boyfriend, and I had been together for only a few weeks. And though I was glad my mom and stepdad were supportive, I still wasn’t comfortable sharing details. “We went to a party and then drove up to lookout point.”
“Lookout point?” Mark smiled knowingly. “I couldn’t begin to tell you how many babes I bagged in the back of my car up there when I was your age. I remember this one slutty bitch who had the biggest set of—”
“Please stop,” I implored, well aware that he had been a pussy hound in his younger days.
“Alright,” Mark acquiesced. “But lookout point is a big step for you and Brent. I take it you two are fucking now?”
“NO,” I dismissed a bit too quickly. “I mean—we’ve, like, done other stuff. But we haven’t fucked yet.”
“That’s—that’s good,” Mark nodded. “So I’m guessing oral or maybe—”
“Jesus,” I groaned. “You ever think that maybe I don’t wanna talk about this shit with you?”
“My bad,” Mark apologized, dejected. “I just want you to know that you can talk to me about this shit. My dad was always there for me when I was your age—shit, he bought me my first box of condoms—and I just want to be there for you, too.”
“I know—I’m sorry,” I offered, realizing that I was lucky to have Mark, and that he was only trying to help. “I—uh—I sucked off Brent tonight, up at lookout point.”
“That’s awesome,” Mark beamed, giving me a high-five. “Was this your first time—you know—going down on him?”
“God no,” I laughed. “I actually sucked him off on our first date—in the movie theater.”
“Damn,” Mark gasped. “You dirty boy. So, I’ve gotta ask—spit or swallow?”
“Swallow,” I answered bashfully.
“Good answer,” Mark high-fived me again. “For me—it’s not a true blow job unless my load gets swallowed. But I get that some people don’t like the taste of jizz.”
“I actually love the taste,” I admitted boldly. “And I think it’s hot to look up into Brent’s eyes as he’s cumming down my throat.”
“I wish your mom felt the same,” Mark rolled his eyes.
“Too much information,” I pleaded, covering my ears in mock offense.
“My bad again,” Mark laughed. “So you and Brent—have you talked about fucking? Him fucking you or you fucking him—or however the hell it works with two guys?”
“Yeah—um—Brent wants to fuck me,” I admitted candidly. “But I—I haven’t let him yet.”
“Why not?” Mark ventured. “I mean it’s probably the same as with women. It’ll kinda hurt the first time, but then you’ll get used to it and will love it.”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “I mean, I know that.”
“Then what’s holding you back?”
“It’s—it’s stupid,” I shrugged.
“Nothing’s stupid. You can tell me.”
“It’s just—it’s just that I’m still a virgin, and Brent has a lot more experience than me,” I shared. “He’s been with, like, eight guys. And I’m afraid I’ll disappoint him—that I won’t know what to do.”
“Brent seems like a nice guy,” Mark countered. “I’m sure he’ll be patient and gentle with you, knowing it’s your first time.”
“That’s the problem,” I admitted. “He doesn’t know it’ll be my first time. I was embarrassed to tell him I’m a virgin, so I lied and said I’d been fucked before.”
“Christ,” Mark whistled. “Then you gotta tell him the truth.”
“I can’t,” I refused. “It’s embarrassing that I lied to him.”
“What about giving up your cherry first to some other guy—a buddy, perhaps?” Mark thought out loud. “The first time is overrated anyhow. Just get it over with. Brent wouldn’t have to know.”
“I don’t—I don’t know anyone—” I began to reply, until I noticed Mark was hard from all this talk about sex. His big cock was straining against the flimsy fabric of his white briefs, the purple tip nearly peeking out the top of his waistband.
“YOU could fuck me,” I suggested boldly.
“Oh no—absolutely not. No fucking way,” Mark spat. “First, I’m straight—I don’t fuck guys. And second, your mom would cut off my balls if she found out I fucked her son.”
“Mom would never know,” I insisted. “Please, Mark. I need this. You gotta—”
“I said NO,” he barked.
“Do you fuck mom in the ass?”
“What?! I’m not gonna—”
“Oh, so you can ask me about my sex life,” I spat, “but I’m not allowed to ask you.”
“Okay, fine,” Mark agreed. “Your mother won’t let me near her back door. She thinks it’s nasty.”
“So that means you’ve tried—that you want to fuck her ass?”
“Well—duh—most straight guys want to at least try anal.”
“So you’ve never tried it?”
“No,” he shrugged.
“Not even once—with all those bitches you used to bag up at lookout point?”
“No,” he admitted. “The truth is—with the exception of pornstars—most women don’t like the idea of anal.”
“Then try it with me,” I pleaded, eyeing his rock hard cock, precum bleeding through the front of his briefs. “You know I’m gonna be super tight. And you can cum up my ass—dump your load in me.”
“That’s enough,” he scolded, turning toward the stairs. “I’m not gonna fuck my own stepson. I’m going to bed, and I don’t want to hear about this again. Discussion over.”
I nodded my head, crestfallen. The truth was that I had been attracted to Mark ever since he came into my mom’s life. And once they married, and he moved in with us, my attraction only grew stronger.
It didn’t help that Mark often walked around the house in his briefs—the outline of a thick cock with a fat head tormenting me daily. And the nights when he fucked my mom—the bed springs squeaking, my mom’s soft moans under his weight, and his grunts when he dumped his load in her—well, it drove me mad with envy.
Resigned to not losing my virginity to Mark, I went upstairs, brushed my teeth, and climbed into bed. I was just dozing off when my bedroom door creaked open, the silhouette of Mark in the doorway.
“This never leaves this room,” he announced, pulling off his briefs, his big cock springing free at full rigidity in the moonlight flooding through my window. His dick was even bigger than I expected. I had to have it.
Kicking off the covers, and sliding off my briefs, I reached for my jacking lube in my bedside table. Flat on my back, I opened my legs and began to finger some lube into my hole as Mark climbed onto the bed.
“Flip over,” he ordered. “I’m gonna fuck you from behind.”
Obediently, I got on my stomach, my ass raised slightly for him. Mark’s hands went to my hips, gripping me as his mushroom head found my hole.
“I’m just gonna rip off the bandaid and get it over with,” he announced, pressing into me. “It’ll hurt less this way.” And then—WHAM—Mark’s big dick was inside me. Cherry popped. A virgin no more.
“FUCK,” I screamed, feeling like I had just been split in two.
“Shut the fuck up,” he scolded. “You wanna wake up your mother?”
“I’m sorry,” I winced. “It hurts like fuck.”
“Just relax,” Mark stroked my back, keeping still inside me. “You’re tight as fuck, and I’m thick. You just gotta adjust to it. It’s the same with women. Give it a minute.”
I took a deep breath, Mark’s hands moving to either side of the bed as he planked above me. I knew it would hurt the first time but, fuck, it felt like his arm was in me.
“You’re doing good,” Mark encouraged. “I can feel you relaxing your grip on me.”
And he was right. My hole was accepting him, my sphincter giving up the fight and relaxing. I had to remind myself that men have been doing this for ages—and I could too.
“I’m gonna start slow,” Mark announced, giving me a few tentative strokes, followed by a deep thrust.
“FUCK,” I wailed, his balls mashed against my cunt.
“Too much?”
“No—it feels good,” I purred, licking my lips as he proceeded to deliver some more deep thrusts into my bowels. “Does it feel good for you?”
“Christ, it’s good,” he admitted readily. “The tightest hole I’ve ever fucked. I’m warning you—it’s gonna be a quick ride. I’m already trying to hold back.”
“Then fuck me—fuck me hard,” I begged, relishing the fullness inside me, his big cock exploring my depths.
“Be careful what you wish for,” he teased, picking up his pace. He was giving it to me hard, destroying my virgin cunt, making it his own.
“Fuck me,” I cried. “Harder.”
“Yeah? You like this big cock in you?”
“Yes,” I exclaimed, gripping the pillow.
“You want me to cum in you—shoot my load in your tight, little cunt?”
“Yes,” I begged. “Fucking breed me.”
“Good—‘cause here it comes,” he bellowed, his balls slapping my ass at a frenetic pace. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, increasing in girth. And then it began—a deep throbbing inside me, like a heartbeat in my depths.
“FUCK,” Mark grunted, his cock releasing into my void. “Yeah, take this fuckin’ nut.”
He collapsed on top of me, a sweaty mess as his balls continued to empty within my virgin domain. I relished the feeling of him cumming inside me. Never had I felt closer to Mark, a deep sense of belonging.
“Christ, that was good,” he growled in my ear. “You’ve got a cunt made for cock.”
And then he pulled out of me abruptly, his load spilling out of my gaping hole. Panting, he retrieved his briefs from the floor, using them to clean off his wet cock.
“Your boyfriend is a lucky man—he just doesn’t know it yet,” Mark laughed to himself as he staggered out of my room, closing the door behind him.
I was worried things could be weird between us, but Mark was his same old self the next day. At dinner that night with my mom, he was completely normal. It was like nothing had happened.
“You have plans with Brent tonight?” Mom asked, passing me the mashed potatoes.
“Yeah,” I replied. “Brent is picking me up later after his shift at the restaurant. We’re just gonna drive around—hang out some.”
Mark gave me a wink, knowing I would be giving up my hole to Brent that night. I was happy to no longer be a virgin, and for Mark’s part in that. But, secretly, I wished Mark would fuck me again. But it was foolish. I knew our clandestine fuck was just a one-and-done.
It was after 2 am when Brent dropped me back at the house, his load swimming in my depths after fucking me twice at lookout point. I was disappointed Mark wasn’t waiting up to greet me, as I wanted to tell him all about it—how I took Brent’s cock like a champ, thanks to Mark.
As I dozed off to sleep, my door creaked open like the night before. Wordlessly, Mark climbed on top of me, pulled down my briefs, and slid his big cock into my wet hole, slicked with Brent’s load. With his hot breath at my ear, Mark whispered, “I hope you enjoyed Brent’s cock tonight, because I’ve spent all day thinking about fucking your used, cummy cunt.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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“So there I was, bent over the exam table, my hairy ass on full display,” my drunk dad reenacted the prostate exam he had endured earlier that day, his shorts pulled down as he leaned against the kitchen counter. “And then the doctor just shoved his gloved finger up my ass.”
Maybe it was the six beers I had in me. Maybe it was the six beers I knew Dad had in him. All I really knew was that, in that moment, I had a strong desire to shove my finger in my dad’s puckered hole as he stood there with his hairy ass exposed to me. It was like he was begging for it. And so I did it, spitting on my index finger quickly before slipping it inside his meaty ass.
“The FUCK?!” Dad gasped, his face turned back to me as I gripped his muscular shoulder with my left hand, my right index finger probing his hole.
Jesus Christ, what had I just done? I thought Dad might shove me back before pounding the shit out of me in a drunken rage. He could kick me out of the house—saying that just because I was gay, it didn’t give me the right to make inappropriate advances on my straight, married father.
But that didn’t happen. Dad gripped the counter, his sphincter relaxing, as he pushed his ass back towards me.
“Deeper,” he exhaled. “Fuck, that feels good, son. Get another finger in there. Yeah—that’s right. Stretch that tight hole, really open it up.”
Was this really happening? I had a moment of panic. What we were doing was wrong—like, really fucked up. We were both drunk, but not that drunk. Should I stop? But Dad was loving it, his hairy ass rocking back and forth, moaning softly as I finger fucked him.
“You wanna fuck me?” he asked, turning his face back to me again, one eyebrow cocked. “You want to shove your cock up my ass?”
Wordlessly, I nodded, as I withdrew my finger and pushed down my shorts. My cock immediately sprang into action.
“Fuck yeah,” Dad bellowed. “Look at that big cock—just like mine. And you’re already rock hard. Get that big dick in me, son.”
Spitting on my hard cock, I gripped Dad by the shoulders, and shoved into him. I was instantly balls deep as Dad pushed his ass against me, grinding his tight sphincter against my balls.
“Jesus, that feels good,” Dad exhaled. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a dick up my ass.”
“Wait—when did you—?” I demanded, my cock growing even more rigid inside him at the image of my father getting railed by some guy.
“Calm down,” Dad laughed. “It was a long time ago.”
“But—why—why didn’t you tell me this before?” I inquired. “You didn’t think to share that with your gay son—that you also like dick?”
“In my defense, you came out to your mom and me when you were twelve,” Dad laughed. “It wasn’t exactly the right time to be like—by the way, your dad is a power bottom.”
“Power bottom?” I gasped.
“Yeah,” Dad shrugged. “I let a few buddies tag my hole in college, when they weren’t scoring pussy—which meant I was getting railed just about every night.”
“But who exactly were these guys? And how did it start? And what made you stop? And how come you—?”
“Look,” Dad cut me off. “I would love to take this trip down memory lane with you another time but, right now, I want you to shut up and fuck me.”
Following orders, I began a violent assault on his hole, my balls smacking against his hairy ass with each thrust. Christ, my dad had a hot cunt.
“Fuck my ass, son,” he barked loudly, in that ultra-masculine voice he uses when he’s yelling at the TV when a referee makes a bad call. “Yeah—fuck my ass. Fuckin’ wreck my hole.”
I moved my hands to his hips as he leaned forward on the kitchen counter, my cock sliding even deeper inside of him. Dad clenched his sphincter around my cock, milking me as I proceeded to jackhammer him relentlessly.
“Jesus, Dad,” I exclaimed. “If you keep doing that—I’m gonna—I’m gonna—“
“That’s it, son,” Dad cut me off, sensing my imminent release. “Fucking seed my ass—breed this tight hole.”
As if on cue, my dick detonated inside him, a massive release of cum as my cock throbbed over and over in his warm bowels. “FUCK—FUCK—FUCK,” I grunted repeatedly with each spasm, my load discharging deep into his void.
“Shit, that was good,” Dad exhaled as I pulled out of him, my pearly load streaming down the inside of his hairy thigh and also dripping from my cock. “You feel good?” Dad asked, turning around to face me.
“Fuck yes,” I answered, breathlessly. “Your ass is fucking amazing, Dad.”
“Thanks, son,” he winked, tugging at my cummy cock before leaning over and licking it clean for me. “I can’t believe how much your cock is like my big one,” Dad observed. I guess I finally know what it would be like to fuck myself.”
We both had a laugh about that as I stuffed my spent cock back into my shorts, and Dad pulled up his shorts over his used, hairy ass. The fact that I had just fucked my own Dad was surreal. In some fucked-up twist of fate, my DNA had returned home, presently swimming in Dad’s bowels.
“We’ve got another hour before your mom gets home from book club,” Dad announced, bringing me back to reality. “Let’s go upstairs and I’ll ride your cock on my bed. You game, son?”
“Fuck yeah,” I agreed my cock instantly rock hard and ready for round two.
“I love to ride a big dick,” Dad shared as I followed him up to my parents’ room. “You won’t believe how good your cock will feel when I’m twerking on top of you, milking you dry. I bet you won’t even last five minutes before you bust in me.”
Dad was right. I lasted three minutes.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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I got home pretty late on Friday night. I ‘d been working on a project that was nearing completion and I wanted to get as much done so I’d have the weekend free. My wife was gonna be on a girls trip with our daughter and I’d have the house to myself. Time to relax, have a few beers, do a couple small chores, but mainly enjoy the peace and quiet.
I was surprised to find lights on in the house, and some music playing on the sound system. “Honey?” I called out thinking she might have had a change of plans. But no one responded. I thought she must have left in a hurry and just forgot to turn things off, it wouldn’t be the first time. I was undoing my shirt, pulling it out and unbuttoning as I walked down the hall to the bedroom, thinking I’d go skinny dipping in the pool, one of my joys when no one is here. I’d love to share it with someone, but the wife just didn’t like being naked in the backyard, even though it was very secluded.
I turned the corner into the bedroom just as I was removing my shirt and came to a dead stop. On the bed was my son-in-law, stretched out and reclining, pants off, wearing a pair of Calvin briefs, shirt unbuttoned revealing his hairy pecs and stomach. “Chris? What are you doing?”
“Marge and Beth are gone for the weekend, thought I’d come hang out with you”
"Really? Where are the kids?" I questioned as I dropped my shirt and watched Chris get off the bed and walk toward me.
“My folks picked them up today. They took them to the lake for the weekend.” Chris casually stated as he slipped his shirt off and let it fall to the floor.
“The whole weekend?” I asked with a grin as we meet and i wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in for a kiss.
Chris broke the kiss long enough to say “the WHOLE weekend.” We started making out again, pushing our hardening cocks into each other, my hand rubbing his back and slipping inside his briefs, groping his firm, hairy ass. My fingers traced the familiar trench, searching out the tight, pink pucker, teasing it open. Chris moaned into my mouth as my finger pushed into his willing hole.
It had been a while since we’ve had time away from wives, kids, jobs and other obligations to satisfy our need for each other. I was certainly going to take advantage of having the house and him all to myself for the whole weekend.
Chris was a fantastic kisser, way better than my wife. Maybe it was the strength in the kiss, or the feel of his stubble, I’m not sure what it was but it never failed to arouse me. My cock was rock-hard now as we melted into each other, making out with abandon. I pushed his briefs down, off his hips, exposing his gorgeous ass. My mind was in overdrive, my erect prick leaking sap, my senses heightened in anticipation. I knew I was going to ravage Chris this whole weekend, but I needed to get my nut quickly for this first one.
I broke our kiss, and turned him to face the bed and practically pushed him on it. Chris could sense the urgency and quickly stripped off his briefs and scrambled onto the bed, ass up, face down. I marveled at the sight as I unzipped my pants and hauled out my cock. I grabbed his cheeks in both hands and spread them so I could see my prize. His hole was surrounded by dark hair and looked ready to fuck. I dove in and started eating him out like i was starving.
“Fuck,” Chris moaned out as my tongue plunged into his pucker, teasing it open, getting it wet and ready for my turgid member. I spit several times on his opening and quickly lined up my cock. I rubbed it a few times up and down his crack before the head caught in the opening and with a little more pressure it entered past the outer ring.
“Fuck,” we both moaned out this time as the sensation swept through both of us. I continued applying pressure and my cock slowly entered the warm, silky, tunnel. As I bottomed out in my son-in-law, he pushed his ass back into me, my pubes scratching his hairy, taut, muscular ass. I gave him a couple slow thrust, just to warm him up a little, then started picking up the pace.
I had a firm hold on Chris’ waist as he took my assault. I watched the play of muscle on his back and listened to his moans, and occasional grunts, as I really started to fuck him. Who would have thought that this broad shoulder, father of two, loved getting his ass reamed by his father-in-law. Damn.
I watched my prick move in and out of his taut hole, feeling the outer ring of muscle milk my shaft. I was getting closer and started mumbling “Gonna breed this ass,” as my hips made loud smacking noises against Chris’ firm ass cheeks.
Chris breathlessly moaned out “Fill me up Stan, give me your load,” as he reached down and started to stroke his cock. I knew from previous experience that it would only take a couple strokes for Chris to get his nut when we’d gotten to this point in our fucking. “Yeah, come with me,” I groaned out as we both hit the peak.
“FUCK… fuck… take it… ahhh…,” i bellowed out as I slammed in one last time as my cock exploded. My hot jizz sent deep into his warm bowels.
“Uhhh…. Uhhhh… SHIT,” Chris practically screamed as his own load shot out of his cock all over the sheets. I could feel his hole spasm as came, massaging my cock and milking out the last bit of my load.
We stayed like that for a little while, catching our breaths, letting my heart rate slow down and my cock soften. I slowly extracted myself from his warm insides and watched as a trickle of cum escaped the red puffy lips of his pucker. I gave his ass a smack, “Pool,” I announced as I stripped off the rest of my clothes and walked into the bathroom to grab a couple towels before heading outside.
As we lounged in the pool, I contemplated the fact that our wives and Chris’ kids wouldn’t be back till Sunday evening. I wondered just how many loads we’d be able to coax out of each other. It was going to be a good weekend.
I asked my dad to close his eyes. I pulled his underwear down and started sucking on his cock as fast as I could. As I looked up he started smiling. After finding all the dad/son porn on his laptop I had a feeling he wouldn’t fight me on this.
He just sat there watching me get him hard and taken care of him. I kept looking up and he was looking the whole time. Watching his son suck on him, enjoying what I was doing.
“This good Dad?” I asked smacking his cock against my cheek.
“Perfect, fucking perfect,” he said grinning.
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I need him to own my hole. I want to get lost in his daddy fur as he repeatedly breeds me
“Your chest hair … it’s turning white,” I noticed as Dad reclined on the sand, staring at the shore.
“Yeah, my beard, too. Even my balls,” he laughed.
“Can I see?” I asked, reaching to pull down his athletic shorts. He was tenting.
“Right here?” he questioned, looking around to be sure we were alone on the beach as I took his big cock down my throat.
I had always been just Dad and me. Mom took off before I was five, but Dad gave me more than enough love to fill her absence. Most men, left with a young child to raise would be eager to find a replacement mother, but not Dad. He dated occasionally and, I assume, got laid now and then. Dad talked of maybe getting married again one day, but it was always clear that I was his priority.
I came out to Dad in high school. He laughed. I thought he was making fun of me until he put his arms around me, saying, “I’m sorry to laugh, Adam. It’s just that I’ve always known you are gay. I just had to wait for you to know it.” That’s when Dad confessed to me that his dorm roommate sucked him off in college, and that Dad had fucked a few fraternity brothers when drunk. Despite those experiences, Dad said he was “mostly” straight. “Sex is complicated,” he told me.
What wasn’t complicated was my attraction to Dad. Jesus, he was hot. Anyone could see he was always the most attractive dad at my little league games and school plays. With his sexy beard, and his muscular, hairy body, it’s no wonder I often jacked off thinking about sucking Dad’s dick or riding his cock, especially knowing he’d done that with guys in college. I wanted Dad in the worst way. I just had to wait until the time seemed right. My eighteenth birthday felt just right to me.
I decided it would be easier to make my move if we weren’t at home, and so I asked Dad if we could try out a golf course resort a couple hours away. The plan was to play a round of golf, shower back in the room, and then have my birthday dinner in the clubhouse.
After 18 holes on a hot day, Dad was eager to get in the shower. “You can get in first,” I told Dad as he stripped off his sweaty clothes, his big dick swinging between his legs as he marched into the bathroom.
“That sand trap near the seventh hole was a bitch,” Dad said as I entered the bathroom, steam billowing as he washed every crevice of his hairy body. I made no response, dropping my clothes to the floor and climbing into the shower with Dad. He looked surprised, but it wasn’t unusual for us to switch out when we both needed a quick shower. “I’m almost done. You want the soap, Adam?” Dad asked, holding it out to me. But I ignored him as I dropped to my knees. He had a chubby going from the warm water, and it was inches from my face.
“Fuuuuck,” Dad moaned, his hands caressing my face as I took his big cock down my throat. Dad’s back was to the shower head, shielding me from the blast of water. I began to work his cock with my mouth, eager to feel him blasting his load down my throat. But Dad’s strong arms were soon pulling me up to my feet. Fuck. I worried he was having second thoughts. Turning off the water, Dad hugged me, whispering in my ear, “Let’s take this to the bed.” Whew.
We were both dripping wet as we pulled back the covers and got on the bed. Dad was on top of me, kissing me as his hand reached into the drawer of the bed table next to us. He withdrew a bottle of lube.
“I—uh—I had a feeling this might happen tonight,” Dad admitted sheepishly. “I just thought you’d let us get through dinner first,” he then laughed.
I reached up and kissed Dad, relieved to know that he wanted this as much as I did. Dad crouched down and began to eat my hole, slowly working in a finger and then two. “I’m kinda thick,” Dad stated. “I want you to be prepared for it.” His fingers felt so good inside me that I was soon begging for him to fuck me.
“Christ, you’re tight,” Dad exhaled, working his big, thick dick inside me. I flinched, for the initial pain was more than I expected. “Holy shit,” Dad exhaled looking down at his cock in my hole, a sudden look of realization on his face. “Is this your first time, Adam?”
“Yeah,” I nodded sheepishly. I had never set out to lose my virginity to my father but, as I got closer to eighteen, Dad was who I most wanted to deflower me.
“Thank you, Adam,” Dad whispered in my ear, kissing me softly. “I’m proud to be your first.”
My hands then went to Dad’s muscular ass while he began to treat my hole to some slow, deliberate thrusts. Fuck, his big cock felt good inside me. The pain had gone away completely and I was reveling in the sensation of having his big cock inside me.
“Damn, you’ve got a hot cunt,” Dad began to moan, pushing me legs closer to my chest. I gasped, shocked by how deep his cock was inside me. I moved my arms around Dad’s sweaty back as he began to pound me harder and harder. My head was hitting the headboard with each thrust, but I didn’t care. I could tell Dad was getting closer and closer to filling me with his seed, which I wanted more than anything.
“Aww, SHIT,” Dad suddenly belted. “Aww, FUCK … Yeah, that’s it, Adam … Take my fuckin’ load.” Instantly, Dad’s cock began to throb and pulse as he emptied his balls inside me. His load warmed me from within as Dad collapsed upon me, sweaty and panting. Never before had I felt closer to my father.
We never made it to the restaurant for dinner. After fucking me two more times, Dad finally ordered up some club sandwiches from room service at around 10 pm. It was the best birthday ever.
Upon returning home, everything was just as it had been—except we now fucked almost every night. Unbeknownst to me, my dad had an insatiable sex drive, and my eager hole was glad to be available to him.
Against Dad’s advice, I enrolled in community college, instead of going away to school. I couldn’t leave Dad. I knew it was fucked up, but I started falling in love with him. It seemed inevitable considering I was in his bed every night. But then one night … Dad’s bed was suddenly empty.
“Where were you?” I asked as Dad stumbled into his bedroom at close to midnight, slightly drunk.
“I—uh—I had a date, Adam. I should have told you,” he said sheepishly. “You know Linda, that nice lady who owns the pet shop in Market Square? She invited me to her house for dinner.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Did you fuck her pussy?” I asked, obviously jealous.
“Yes. I fucked her, Adam. I fucked her pussy,” he admitted defiantly.
I was incensed, irrational. “You wouldn’t do that. You love me. You wouldn’t fuck her,” I insisted, reaching to undo his pants, wanting him inside me to prove his love for me.
“Jesus, Adam,” Dad exclaimed, pulling me into an embrace, instantly diffusing my anger like he did when I was a child.
“I love you, Adam … as my son,” Dad began. “I’m your father, but I can’t be your boyfriend. My love for you is not a romantic love. That’s just not healthy for either of us. This is starting to get fucked up. Maybe we shouldn’t fuck anymore.”
But I couldn’t have that. Fucked up or not, I needed my dad inside me at that moment. I reached for his pants again, but this time Dad didn’t stop me. I took his cock into my mouth, tasting Linda’s pussy on him. And then reclining on the bed, I guided Dad’s cock inside me.
We fucked in silence, the only sound being Dad’s soft grunt as he filled me with his seed, maybe for the last time. Dad was soon snoring, but I stared at the ceiling for the rest of the night, trying to put my feelings in order.
Dad was right. Things had gotten fucked up between us. The line had blurred. I made plans the next day to go live with Dad’s sister and brother-in-law in California, with Dad’s blessing. They had an awesome house near the beach, and had always told me that I could come live with them. I enrolled in a college near their home and began a new life nearly 2,000 miles away from Dad.
Sure, Dad and I still talked on the phone almost daily. But things felt different once I was out of his orbit. I still craved being fucked by him, but that craving diminished when I started seeing Trevor, a cute-as-fuck frat boy in my bio lab with a cock almost as big as Dad’s.
“It’s a little strange that we’ve been together almost a year, and I’m finally getting to meet your Dad,” Trevor pondered late one night in bed after seeding me for the second time that evening.
Dad was arriving for a visit the next day. We were long overdue for a visit, and he said he needed to talk with me. My aunt and uncle invited a bunch of friends for a big cookout on Dad’s first night. He got to meet Trevor, and said he was glad to see me so happy. But Dad was tight-lipped about his news.
“Let’s you and I go for an early walk on the shore tomorrow morning,” Dad suggested. “I’d like to have you alone.”
“I’ve asked Linda to marry me,” Dad began the next morning as we dug our toes into the wet sand along the shore. The beach was quiet and peaceful, with not another soul in sight. “I want your blessing,” Dad continued. “But I know it might be hard for you after everything that went down between us. I love you, Adam, and I don’t want to do anything to upset you.”
I hugged Dad, for I had seen it coming. He was always talking about Linda when we spoke by phone. Marriage was just a matter of time.
“You have my blessing, Dad,” I told him, pulling from our embrace. “I want you to be happy. And as for what happened between us—well, I’ve matured a lot since then. I know now that it was just two guys getting off together. I’m sorry for being so weird back then.”
“I should be the one apologizing,” Dad insisted. “But I’m glad we’re okay now. I’ve missed you, Adam.”
Dad and I strolled further down the beach, soaking in the morning sun. At some point, Dad pulled off his shirt and stretched back on a patch of sand. Dad had aged some since I’d last seen him, but he still looked fucking hot.
“Your chest hair … it’s turning white,” I noticed as Dad reclined on the sand, staring at the shore.
“Yeah, my beard, too. Even my balls,” he laughed.
“Can I see?” I asked, reaching to pull down his athletic shorts. He was tenting.
“Right here?” he questioned, looking around to be sure we were alone on the beach as I took his big cock down my throat.
“Fuuuck,” Dad exhaled, his head rolling back. “I’ve missed your mouth. You sure you’re still cool with this?”
I leaned up to kiss him, giving him a taste of his cock on my lips. “Yeah, I’m definitely cool with this,” I finally answered, pulling down the back of my shorts as I began to straddle Dad’s cock.
“Fuck,” Dad exclaimed, raising his hips off the sand to push deeper inside my eager hole. “Promise me you won’t tell Linda about this, if I promise not to tell Trevor,” he bartered.
“I promise not to tell Linda—but you have my permission to tell Trevor,” I laughed playfully. “Trevor thinks you’re hot as fuck and wants the two of you to tag my ass.”
Dad’s eyebrows raised, his cock growing harder inside me. “Damn, Adam,” he growled, pushing me down harder on his dick. “I’m definitely game for that.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.