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[twisted-talez]

“Big smiles, studs,” I directed my son Bryce and his two best buddies, arm in arm, as I held up my phone to take their photo on the windy beach. The three of them had fucked their brains out the night before in the beach house that I had rented for the weekend. Little did I know, I would soon get in on the action. 

High school had been rough for my son Bryce. As the only gay boy in a small, conservative school, he had a hard time fitting in. But college changed all that. By the end of his freshman year, he had two best buddies, Preston and Jax, who were also openly gay. 

The three boys weren’t a throuple, my son was quick to point out—there was nothing romantic between them. They just liked to hang out by day and fuck each other senselessly by night. Kids these days. 

It was Bryce’s idea to invite Preston and Jax to join us for a beach weekend for my fortieth birthday, and I readily agreed. Recently divorced from Bryce’s mom, a boys weekend felt like a great way for me to celebrate a new chapter in my life, and for Bryce to get some quality time with his buds.

The boys weekend seemed like a good idea—until I spent the first night wide awake until 2 am, listening to the three studs having a fuckfest in the upstairs loft. Three hours of raw, animalistic sex, like something out of Lord of the Flies. Grunting, moaning, pounding, skin slapping skin. It was like a porno was being filmed upstairs—and I wasn’t invited. 

Was I angry? Of course not. Boys will be boys. And I was glad my son had found his group—and was getting his rocks off so spectacularly. 

But was I jealous? Fuck yes. I hadn’t had sex in over a year, not yet ready to forge into the dating scene after a messy divorce with Bryce’s mom. It was depressing to be turning forty—my sexual prime—and the only action I was getting was with my right hand. 

But standing there on the beach that morning, I was happy for my son and his two best buddies as I snapped their photo, even if they had kept me awake the night before. And I was looking forward to celebrating my birthday with the three boys that night. Bryce promised it was “gonna be lit.”

We started with dinner at the crab shack just over the bridge, followed by cake back at the beach house. Bryce kept alluding to some “awesome” gift he had planned for me, but I forgot about it when the boys produced a bottle of tequila and insisted that we do shots. 

I can’t hold my tequila, never could. But I couldn’t allow myself to look like a pussy in front of my son and his buddies. I didn’t want to be a party pooper. And so, with the boys, I downed six tequila shots in rapid succession. 

Things got murky for me after that. I must have blacked out at some point. I had a vague recollection of being dragged to my bedroom, succumbing to the sweet bliss of a drunken slumber in my bed. 

The dream was vivid. I was in bed with my ex-wife—an absurdity, as I hated the bitch. And she was sucking my big cock—also an absurdity as she always refused to go down on me. In the dream, I looked down at her as she gobbled lasciviously on my big dick, moaning, sucking, and slapping it against her cheek. It was the best head I’d ever had—real or not.

But then something happened. The dream started to fade as reality crept into my psyche. I was suddenly awake, shocked to find my ex-wife was only an illusion. Yet one thing was real. My cock was definitely being sucked—by my son’s buddy Preston. 

“Mmm yeah,” Preston moaned, saliva stringing from his lips to my hard cock, his hand gripping it at the base. “I fucking love a big dick.”

“I want a turn,” demanded Jax, who had been sucking my nipples, my chest hair matted with his saliva. “You’re hogging that big cock.”

My mind reeled as Jax switched places with Preston. Jax was soon deep throating my dick, my balls mashed against his chin. 

“Where’s Bryce?” I asked, my voice horse from sleep and alcohol, my eyes scanning the dark room, terrified that Bryce would be angry that I was hooking up with his buddies. “Where’s my son?”

“Shhh,” Preston hushed me, his finger to my lips, his tongue licking my neck. “Don’t worry about Bryce. He’s in bed. Just enjoy the ride.”

Preston’s lips moved to mine, kissing me deeply. Our tongues danced as Jax continued to suck me like a Hoover. Then there was a pause, a change in pressure on my cock. Jesus, it felt incredible—unlike any blowjob I had ever received. 

I disengaged from Preston’s lips, eager to look down at Jax sucking my dick, wondering how he was able to make my cock feel so amazing. The answer was unexpected—Jax was riding me. 

“Fuck yeah,” Jax moaned, his head tipped back in ecstasy, my big cock up his ass, his tight sphincter gripping me as he bounced up and down on me. 

I had never fucked a guy before, but I knew immediately that it was the best hole my cock had ever experienced. A small voice in my head told me to stop the ride, that this was fucked up, that a man isn’t suppose to have a threesome with his son’s best buds. But my cock had another opinion on the matter, and it won out as Jax rode me like a stallion.

Just as the rhythm was getting good, just as that warm tingle was beginning in my balls, Preston pushed Jax off me, my cock popping out of his hole audibly, thudding against my thigh. “It’s my fucking turn to ride him,” Preston announced, mounting me.

“Mmm yeah,” he moaned. “Your big cock feels so good in my pussy. You’re even bigger than your son. I fucking love daddy dick.”

Preston was grinding hard on me, twerking on my rod up and down, up and down. Christ, the boy had moves. He was taking me deep, riding me like he was on a pogo stick. His eyes started to roll back into his head as a low moan began to build from within him. His hard cock, slapping up and down against my hairy abs began to swell.

“FUCK,” he cried, his cock erupting while my dick was still up his ass, his cum spraying all over my hairy chest and abs. Jax dove on top of me, licking up Preston’s cum as he continued to spray a huge fucking load.

Within him, Preston’s fuck canal constricted, pulsing around my cock. The feeling was absurdly intense. He was literally milking my cock from inside his bowels. I couldn’t hold back any longer, my cock swelling in response, my balls releasing months of pent-up tension.

“SHIT—FUCK,” I grunted, my load shooting into Preston’s void, my body convulsing under him. 

“That’s it—fucking breed me,” he pleaded, my cock throbbing inside of him, my white gold gilding his bowels. 

Preston dismounted as the last of my cum dripped from my cock, crashing on the bed next to me. Jax was immediately on my cock, liking and sucking the last bit of ball batter out of me. I was exhausted—drained both physically and mentally. I craved slumber. But sleep was not in the cards.

“You’re still hard,” Jax remarked, still sucking my spent cock. How was it possible? I was never the type of guy to go multiple rounds. And yet, I was still rock hard seconds after breeding Preston. 

Going with the flow, I flipped Jax onto his back, pushed his knees to his chest, and plunged my wet, cummy cock into him. “Fuck me,” he begged. “Fuck me like a bitch.”

Aiming to please, I began to pound the hell out of Jax, his toes curling as I planked above him, my cock routing his depths. I had almost forgot about Preston, when I felt a wet sensation against my hole—his tongue probing my sphincter. Jesus, it felt amazing. And as I continued to pound Jax’s quivering cunt, Preston inserted one and then two fingers into my wet hole.

Holy fuck. The sensation of having something up my ass while I was fucking was beyond intense—unparalleled to anything I had ever experienced.  My cock was suddenly the hardest it had ever been, battering Jax’s hole. But the most shocking part was how quickly I needed to cum—again.

“FUCKING CHRIST,” I growled, my second load of the night exploding inside of Jax, his nails scratching into my back as I seeded him with incredible force.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned. “I can feel you cumming inside me. Jesus, it feels so good.”

Preston removed his fingers from my ass just as I pulled out of Jax, my cum spilling from his gaping hole. As I rolled over onto the mattress, Preston dove into Jax’s hole with his tongue and ate my load from that wrecked cunt. 

I got up to piss, and when I stumbled back to the bed, Preston was balls deep in Jax’s cummy hole, begging me to mount him while he fucked Jax. I obliged, sandwiching Preston between Jax and me, pumping out my third load of the night. 

It got hazy after that—my mind in some sort of tantric stupor. I surrendered my body to their carnal desires, as Jax and Preston worshipped my cock, treating me like some sort of sex demigod. 

The last thing I remember was noticing a dark figure sitting in a chair at the corner of the bedroom—I thought it was my son, but I couldn’t see his face. Had Bryce been there the entire time—watching his own father having depraved sex with his buddies? Everything went dark after that. 

I awoke naked in bed the next morning, the sheets still damp with sweat, sex, and cum—proof that all I had experienced was no figment of my imagination. Jax and Preston were gone. Despite being slightly hungover, I felt a sense of euphoria, having just experienced the best sex of my life. Forty was going to be a great year. 

I dragged myself to the shower, washing the pungent funk of man sex off my body. Clean and fresh, a bathrobe tied loosely at my waist, I discovered my son Bryce at the kitchen table. 

“Where’s Preston and Jax?” I asked Bryce as he shoveled leftover birthday cake into his mouth for breakfast. 

“They’re still asleep,” Bryce answered. 

“Listen, son,” I began awkwardly. “There’s something I need to tell you. Last night, I—uh—I sort of—”

“You fucked Jax and Preston.”

“Yes,” I admitted. “But please don’t be pissed off at me. It all happened so—”

“Pissed off?” Bryce laughed. “Why would I be pissed off? It was my idea for you to fuck them, my gift to you. I’ve been planning it for weeks. I thought it might make your fortieth birthday—memorable.”

“It was definitely memorable,” I laughed, mussing up his hair like when he was a little kid. “You devious little shit. I love the hell out of you.”

The four of us—Bryce, Jax, Preston, and I—enjoyed our last day at the beach together. I grilled up some shrimp for dinner, and we finished up the last of the birthday cake over a contentious game of Scrabble. 

Another bottle of tequila appeared late that night, and a debaucherous fuckfest ensued amongst the four of us. Now before you jump to conclusions—no, I did not fuck my own son. That would be wrong. But did both of our big cocks end up in Jax at the same time while Preston sucked on our balls? I’ll never tell. 

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

[the-toy-boy]

[twisted-talez]

“Let me suck you,” my kid brother Noah begged, his eyes pleading with me, his face just inches from my ample package. He was on his knees between my legs as I relaxed on the living room couch, preparing to enjoy some game time on our PlayStation. “Please Lucas,” he persisted. “I want to taste your cum. Please feed me.”

By the time Noah had turned eighteen, the fact that he was gay was no secret. I had walked in on him giving brojobs to more than half the guys in our neighborhood while our parents were at work. Growing up, my buddies often came by our house to play video games. But now they more often came by to feed a load to Noah. 

And who could blame them? Noah had a reputation for giving killer head. And he was discreet. He wasn’t going to go blabbing to the neighborhood or your girlfriend that he had sucked you off. For those reasons, Noah was a popular, well-fed cocksucker. His only frustration was that I wouldn’t give my cock to him. 

Don’t get me wrong, I had no issue with straight guys like me using some gay kid like my brother to get their rocks off. Life is too short to constantly jerk your own meat when a willing cocksucker is glad to work that nut out for you. My only problem with my little brother was just that—he was my little brother. 

I wasn’t hung up on any type of morals or puritanical ideals. I barely knew what the word incest meant. Rather, the thought of sticking my dick in my brother’s mouth was just sort of weird to me. We had grown up together, privy to each other’s disgusting quirks and habits. Noah’s lips kissed our mother at bedtime every night—they weren’t supposed to be wrapped around my cock. 

Noah felt differently, of course. I was, quite literally, an untapped source of cum for him. How easy his life would be if he could lie around the house, sucking my cock all day. Noah was determined to suck me off, and soon launched an aggressive plan to get my dick down his throat—by annoying the shit out of me. 

Noah followed me all over the house, begging to suck me. He climbed under the breakfast table and tried to pull down my shorts. He ambushed me in the shower, reaching for my soapy cock. He climbed into bed with me at two in the morning, his head under the covers. But each time, I was steadfast, batting him away, telling him to leave me the fuck alone. 

I held strong week after week, month after month. But little by little, Noah had chipped away at my resolve. I was tired of the constant pressure. If getting him off my back meant feeding him a load, I was finally prepared to do it—even if it meant interrupting my afternoon PlayStation time. 

“Let me suck you,” Noah begged, his eyes pleading with me. He was on his knees, between my legs as I relaxed on the living room couch, the PlayStation controller in my hand. “Please Lucas,” he persisted. “I want to taste your cum. Please feed me.”

“Fine—have at it,” I tossed the game controller on the couch. “You’re never gonna leave me alone until I pump my nut down your throat.”

“You’re—you’re serious?” Noah hesitated in disbelief. “This isn’t some joke? You’re actually going to—”

“Hurry the fuck up,” I interrupted him, propping my arms behind my head. “We don’t have a lot of time before Mom and Dad get home from work.”

“We won’t need much time,” my brother assured me. “I’ll have you nutting down my throat in no time.”

He went to work quickly, yanking down my shorts, tossing them next to me on the couch. My eight-incher sprung to attention, nearly smacking Noah in the eye.

“Your dick looks just like mine,” Noah marveled, gripping it at the base, rotating it slightly to examine it from all sides. “You’re just as thick as me, and we’ve even got the same vein running up the right side. This is so fucking hot—it’s gonna be like sucking my own cock.”

“Just fuckin’ suck it already,” I admonished him, eager to get the deed done. I was still feeling a bit weird about letting my brother go down on me, and I didn’t want my parents walking in on us with my cock down Noah’s throat. “Hurry the fuck up before I change my mind.”

Obediently, Noah went to work. He started with my balls, taking them in his mouth one by one, licking and sucking at them. 

“Fuuuck,” I exhaled, my toes curling in response. “That feels fucking amazing, bro.”

“Haven’t you ever had your balls worked over by a bitch?” he paused briefly.

“No—it’s rare that I can even get some bitch to go down on me, let alone suck on my musty balls.”

“These balls aren’t musty,” Noah licked just under my ballsack. “They’re fucking delicious. I’m gonna get a big load out of these full nuts, I can tell.”

He returned to his work, worshipping my jewels, churning the seed within. I wondered how many sets of balls had been in his mouth? How many guys had shot a load down his throat? And who was the guy to start it all?

“Who was the first dude to feed you a load?” I wondered aloud as Noah began to work his tongue up my shaft, teasing the underside of my cock head. “Was it your buddy Tony Balducci?”

“Nah,” Noah paused in his work once more, gripping my cock and stroking lightly as he talked. “I’ve drained countless loads out of Tony and that fat Italian sausage he’s got, but he wasn’t the first.”

“Then who was it?”

“You remember Joey Branson?” Noah inquired. “We played basketball together at the community center?”

“Yeah—you sucked off Joey?” 

“No—I sucked off his dad.”

“His dad?” I gasped. “Mr. Branson was the first dick you sucked? That big, burly, manly-man?”

“Yeah,” Noah laughed. “Joey invited me to sleep over after practice one night. I woke up around midnight and wanted a glass of water. His dad was in the den, watching porn with his big dick in one hand and a bottle of scotch in the other. And then he asked me to get on my knees and suck him.”

“And you did?”

“Yeah—he fed me a huge load,” Noah recalled fondly. “And I’ve been addicted to cum ever since.”

“That’s fucking hot,” I admitted, my cock growing absurdly hard at the image of my brother sucking off Mr. Branson. “You’re such a cock slut,” I grabbed my cock and smacked it against Noah’s face.

“You’re about to find out how much of a cock slut I can be,” Noah winked. And then he went for it—swallowing my big dick in one gulp, my balls mashed against his chin.”

“HOLY fucking CHRIST,” I belted out, my hands instinctively grasping Noah’s head. “How the fuck are you doing that?”

“You’ve never been deep throated?” my brother asked, surfacing for air. 

“I think you know the answer to that,” I laughed. “I’ve yet to find a bitch who could throat me all the way.”

“Well—now you don’t have to,” Noah winked before diving back down on my cock, my shaft disappearing down his talented throat. 

Locking his lips around the base of my cock, Noah began to bob his head up and down on my dick, my fat cock head slipping past his tonsils with each pass, breaching the upper limits of his esophagus. His skill was incredible. He wasn’t just sucking my dick, he was fucking jacking me off with his mouth and throat. 

“Christ, this is good,” I moaned, tipping my head back. Once again, I propped my hands behind my head, enjoying the lascivious luxury of a toe-curling blow job. The fact that it was my own brother, my flesh and blood, worshipping my big one had not escaped my attention. But I was starting to not give a fuck anymore. If my brother was blessed with the God-given talent of pleasuring his fellow man, who was I to not participate in such good fortune?

Noah had picked up the pace, reaching up to massage my pecs and tease my nips as he sucked me ravenously.  His neck was like a hinge, pivoting on my rod over and over, my cock a battering ram down his eager throat. He was sucking me hard, my balls smacking him on the chin with each downbeat, my shaft swelling down his throat. 

“Bro—I’m—I’m getting close,” I announced through gritted teeth, trying in vain to hold back my nut. It was a loosing battle. My balls had started to throb, pressure building in my shaft. Involuntarily, my legs began to straighten, my thigh muscles contracting as my body prepared for orgasm. “You ready for it? You ready for my load?”

“Mmmmph, hmmmph,” Noah responded with a slight nod of his head, not removing my throbbing cock from his throat. And then it happened—an orgasm of epic proportions. The most incredible ejaculation that I had ever experienced.

“FUCK—FUCK,” I barked, my body convulsing upon the couch as my cock discharged a massive load, the first shot hitting the back of Noah’s throat before careening into his hungry belly. His hands went to my knees, gripping into my flesh as rope after rope of my thick spunk filled his mouth.

He kept me down his throat for several minutes, my pulsing cock slowly giving up the last of my seed, our shared DNA swimming in his belly. I slowly caressed the back of his head. Feeding my nut to Noah had been intensely intimate, the closest I had ever felt to my brother.

“Dayum—that was a big fuckin’ load, bro,” Noah exclaimed upon finally releasing my cock from his throat, my pearly load coating his lips and tongue. “Most guys don’t shoot a load as big as—”

But then Noah stopped in mid-sentence, the sound of Dad’s keys at the front door. Holy fuck. Dad was home at least thirty minutes earlier than usual. Swiftly, I sprang up, yanking on my shorts over my spent dick. I plopped my ass back down on the couch, Noah taking a seat next to me as I reached for the PlayStation controller. As Dad opened the door and entered the room, he discovered his two sons innocently engaged in a video game.

“I hope you boys haven’t been on that damn thing all day,” Dad sighed, eyeing the TV and the PlayStation controller in my hand as he hung his keys on a peg next to the door. “You two need to get outside more—get some fresh air. That thing will rot your brains.”

“We—we just started playing,” I stammered, trying to act naturally and not like I had just fed a load to my brother. 

“Okay,” Dad smiled. “But let’s not be on that thing all night. I’m gonna take a quick shower and then maybe grill up some steaks for dinner before your mom gets home.”

“Sounds good,” Noah and I replied in robotic unison, relieved that Dad hadn’t suspected a thing.

“Uh—Noah?” Dad hesitated. “You got some of your brother’s cum on your chin. How about you come wash up in the shower with me? I could really use a good ball draining while the hot water soothes my aching back.”

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

[bold-new-look]

[twisted-talez]

“Is it cool that I took the bottom bunk?” my new roommate asked, seated upon the bed as I entered our assigned dorm room for our freshman year. I quickly sized him up to be a bit shy and possibly gay, which was fine by me. I wasn’t looking to room with an alpha-male party animal. “I’m Jack, by the way,” he smiled, his hungry eyes appraising my body.

“I’m Walt,” I returned his smile, dropping the two, oversized duffel bags containing all my earthly possessions onto the laminate floor. “And I’m totally cool with taking the top bunk.”

“It’s really late,” Jack observed, looking at a wall-mounted clock above the door. “I was worried that maybe you had dropped out before the start of the semester.”

“Nah, my dad’s truck broke down on the way here,” I shared. “It was an exhausting day. You mind if we chat and get to know each other in the morning? I really just want to get some sleep now, if that’s cool.”

“No problem,” Jack nodded. “The bathroom is right in there,” he gestured towards a narrow door opposite our bunk beds.

“Thanks,” I replied, quickly stripping down to my briefs. Jack’s eyes never left my nearly naked body and the ample bulge in my briefs as I retrieved my toiletries from my duffel bag and made a beeline for the bathroom. 

The fluorescent ceiling lights were off when I emerged from the cramped bathroom, a sliver of light from a street lamp pushing through the horizontal blinds. Jack appeared to be asleep, his body curled up on the lower bunk. 

I quickly scaled the bed frame, hurling myself upon the lumpy mattress on the top bunk. I was exhausted and was desperate to rest, but sleep eluded me. After several minutes of tossing and turning, I did what most guys do to bring on the foggy bliss of slumber—I pulled out my cock and started to rub one out. 

“Are—are you jacking off?” Jack’s voice came from below me, the metal bed frame rocking and squeaking to my masturbatory rhythm.  

“Yeah—sorry,” I paused in my self-pleasure, my eight-incher flopping audibly against my thigh. “I can’t sleep, so I thought I’d rub one out.”

“Don’t apologize. It doesn’t bother me,” Jack assured me. “I often jack before bed, too.”

“Cool, I’ll try to be quick,” I replied, gripping my hard cock in my right hand again, resuming my stroke. But after a few minutes, I stopped again, unable to bring myself to climax.

“Did you nut?” Jack’s voice broke the silence. 

“Nah,” I exhaled in frustration. “I think I’m too tired to jack. My forearm is already sore, and I’m not even close. It fucking sucks, ‘cause I really need to bust one out.”

“You want me to get you off?” Jack offered casually, as if offering to read me a bedtime story. “I don’t mind giving you a helping hand.”

“The fuck?” I spat, sitting up in bed, my head nearly smacking the ceiling. “Dude, I don’t want you touching my dick. I’m not gay.”

“I never said that you’re gay,” Jack clarified. “There’s nothing wrong with a dude helping out another dude. I jack off with my older brothers all the time. You don’t mess around with your brothers?”

“I have a sister,” I scowled. 

“Okay—well, jacking off is seriously no big deal between me and my brothers,” he enlightened me. “Some of their buddies sometimes join us, too. It’s just guys being guys. You’ve never jacked with any of your buds?”

“No—I’ve never played around with any of my buds,” I insisted. “I’m from a really small, conservative town. That shit doesn’t happen back home.”

“Alright, just forget I offered,” Jack sighed, turning over in bed. “I hope you can sleep once you finally bust that nut.”

“Thanks,” I replied, trying to resume my task, but it was a lost cause. Though I had a raging boner, precum spilling down my thick shaft, I was too tired to bring on the sweet release that I needed to sleep. 

“Fine—you can jack me off,” I announced in exasperation. “You want to climb up here with me?”

“Come down to my bunk,” Jack suggested. “I don’t trust this bed frame to hold our combined weight up there.”

“Good call,” I replied, jumping off the top bunk, my big dick swinging between my legs. 

“Christ, you’re hung,” Jack gasped, getting his first glimpse of my big one in the soft light coming through the blinds. “I might have to use both hands on you,” he laughed. 

Jack climbed out of bed and relinquished his mattress to me, allowing me to stretch out upon his bed while he kneeled next to me on the floor. He wasted no time in wrapping his fist around my needy cock. 

“Jesus, that’s good,” I exhaled, Jack’s fist pumping my cock slowly, my balls moving up and down in sync with his strokes. “Your older brothers trained you well.”

“They sure did,” Jack smiled, gripping my member tighter in his grasp. “But giving hand jobs isn’t all that they taught me.”

And then Jack went for it, swallowing my cock down his throat before I even realized what was happening. Instantly, the entire length of my dick was down his throat, my balls mashed against his chin. 

“HOLY FUCK,” I gasped as Jack proceeded to suck me ravenously, one hand cupping my full balls while the other slid up my body and teased my nips. “I’ve—I’ve never had head this good,” I admitted, my toes curling. 

“That’s because you’ve never let a dude suck you off,” Jack quickly surfaced for air. Gripping my big dick by the base, he slapped it against his cheek before swallowing it whole again. 

Although my original objective was to bust my nut so that I could fall asleep, my desire had changed. I didn’t want to cum. I was enjoying the best damn head of my life and didn’t want it to end. Unfortunately, my full balls had other plans. 

“I’m gonna bust,” I warned, my load rising in my shaft, my balls throbbing for release. “It’s cool if I shoot in your mouth?”

Jack answered affirmatively with a subtle nod of his head as he continued to suck me voraciously. He clearly wanted to eat my load, something that no bitch had ever done for me. 

“FUCK,” I exclaimed, the first shot of my load hitting the back of Jack’s throat, my big dick pulsing in his mouth. “Yeah, swallow this nut—FUCK—FUCK.”

With his lips locked firmly around my thick shaft, he sucked every last drop of cum out of me. My body convulsed upon his bed until my balls had released the last of my seed into his hungry belly.  

“That was some killer head, dude,” I praised his skills as I extracted my cock from his cummy mouth and raised myself off his bed. “I gotta piss,” I ambled to our shared bathroom. 

I released my stream into the toilet bowl, my sensitive chubby tingling as my piss hit the toilet bowl. Upon flushing, I returned to find Jack naked and bent over the edge of his mattress, a bottle of lube discarded next to him. His knotted hole was wet and pulsing, begging to be defiled. 

“Fuck me,” he begged. “Get that big dick in me.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. Instantly, I was hard again, my big cock eager to be inside that warm cunt. Stepping up to the plate, I dropped to my knees, positioning myself behind Jack.

“It’s cool if I fuck you raw?” I ascertained, my cock head pressed up against his hole. “You don’t want me to use a condom?”

“What’s a condom?” Jack laughed. “Get that big dick in me and breed this motherfuckin’ hole.”

“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, pushing into his fuck canal. “Jesus, you’re tight.”

“And you’re hung like fuck,” Jack replied, gripping me from within. “Wreck my hole. Fucking give it to me.”

“Your wish is my command,” I dug my hands into his shoulders as I began to pummel the living shit out of his tight cunt. “You let your brothers fuck you like this?”

“Yup—almost every night,” Jack answered, pushing his ass against me, my balls thwacking against his wet hole with each thrust. “And they pimped my ass out to all their buddies, too.”

“That’s fucking hot,” I replied, staring down at my big dick gliding in and out of his tight hole, imagining all the dudes who had also used Jack’s ass. 

His cunt was truly incredible—better than any pussy that I had experienced. I could fuck Jack harder and deeper than with any of the bitches that I had fucked—and my balls could tell. Though I had just emptied the chamber down Jack’s throat, my balls were already aching for release again. 

“Dude—I’m gonna bust,” I warned urgently, my cock swelling inside of Jack. “You ready for my nut?”

“Give it to me,” Jack gripped his sphincter around the base of my cock. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“OH FUCK,” I barked, my cock throbbing in his depths, the first shot of my ball batter discharging in his bowels. “OH FUCK—SHIT—FUCK.”

Over and over my cock pulsed within his depths, spewing my seed. My body shook, rattling the entire bunk bed as my load flooded his guts. 

“Fuck, that was good,” I pulled out of Jack when my cock had stopped throbbing, my balls depleted. I watched proudly as my massive load gushed from his wrecked hole, trailing down the back of his ballsack. 

“This is gonna be a great year,” Jack climbed upon his mattress, turning over and reaching for my cummy cock. “I couldn’t ask for a better roommate.”

“I dunno, bro,” I hesitated, as he lapped at my spent dick, licking me clean. “I’m not sure that we should be roommates.”

“What?!” he gasped. “Don’t you want to fuck my ass anytime you want?”

“That’s the problem,” I admitted. “I’m afraid I’ll never want to study, or go to class, or meet girls. I’ll just want to be balls deep in you all the time.”

“And is that such a problem?” Jack winked, pulling me atop of him as he opened his legs for me. 

“I guess not,” I laughed, pushing my cock back into his used hole, preparing to deliver my third load of the night. 

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

[ligneform]

[twisted-talez]

My boyfriend Alec was asleep on our living room couch when I arrived home late at night, a magazine still open beside his scruffy face. Our cat Peepers was nestled in the crook of his arm, sleeping peacefully. In nothing but his boxer briefs, Alec’s muscular, hairy body called to me, his needy cock begging for my attention. I was powerless to resist the urge to suck that big dick. 

Climbing between his legs as Peepers awoke and made a jump to the floor, I pulled down the front of my boyfriend’s briefs, resting the waistband below his heavy ballsack. Like magic, Alec’s cock instantly came to life, growing and swelling at my loving touch. Wasting no time, I took that meaty cock down my throat.

“Mmmm—what’s this?” Alec awoke, staring down at his cock buried down my throat. “How was your study session with Bryce? I tried to wait up for you.”

“Yeah—sorry,” I quickly surfaced, his cock slicked with my saliva. “We had a lot to go over before the test on Friday.”

“Fuck, that feels good,” Alec exhaled as I returned to his cock, sucking his big tool ravenously, my lips locked around his thick shaft. “Jesus, you’re hungry for it.”

“I am hungry,” I licked up and down his veiny shaft. “I want your cum so bad.”

“He fucked you—didn’t he?” Alec accused me out of the blue, pulling his cock away from me with his right hand. “You let Bryce fuck your ass—didn’t you?”

“Why—why would you say that?” I gasped in feigned shock. 

“Because the last time you woke me up with a blow job,” Alec laughed, “you had just given up your ass to a guy you met on the campus bus. You always try to relieve your guilty conscience by pleasuring me.”

“Jesus, am I that transparent?”

“Yes,” Alec smacked my cheek with his hard cock. “You’re a slut for cock, and I love that about you. But I’m honestly surprised about Bryce. Isn’t he married?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, reaching for Alec’s cock again, stroking it as we talked. “And his wife is pregnant.”

“Christ,” Alec laughed. “If women only knew how easily a man will give up his dick to a gay dude while his wife is pregnant, women would stop having babies and society would collapse.”

“So true,” I agreed. “It’s a mystery why I didn’t get pregnant when that guy two floors up was giving it to me almost every day while his girlfriend had a bun in the oven. Man, that dude was a cum factory.”

“Speaking of cum,” Alec pulled me onto his chest, his hand traveling down the back of my pants, his thick finger probing my used hole. “Let’s see how much cum Bryce shot up your ass.”

“It was a big load,” I admitted. “It felt like he dumped a gallon of cum in me.”

“Yeah—no shit,” Alec withdrew his finger, covered in Bryce’s viscous cum. “You better climb on my dick. If anyone is gonna impregnate my slutty boyfriend tonight, it’s gonna be me.”

“I need you inside of me,” I moaned, pulling off my shorts. Deftly, I straddled Alec, sitting on his cock, taking him into my depths.

“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled in ecstasy. “You’re so fucking wet. I love fucking you when you’ve got a sloppy cunt like this.”

“I should fuck other guys more often, if you enjoy getting cucked so much.”

“Not that often,” Alec slapped my ass in jest as I rode his cock. “How did it happen tonight—with Bryce?”

“We were quizzing each other in the science library, and Bryce was having a hard time concentrating,” I shared, bracing my hands on Alec’s hairy chest. “He said he hadn’t had sex in four months, so I offered up my hole to him.”

“That was all it took?”

“That was all,” I nodded, gripping his shaft within my fuck canal as I eased myself up and down his rigid rod. “He then fucked me in the basement men’s room—it’s always dead down there.”

“Only a cumdump like you would know the best place to fuck in a library,” Alec teased, resting his arms behind his head, enjoying the ride. “Did he last long inside you?”

“Of course not,” I laughed. “He busted his nut in under three minutes. He had never fucked a guy before, and said he couldn’t believe how much tighter it was than pussy.”

“Jesus, that’s hot,” Alec grabbed me by the hips and began to jackhammer me hard. His pelvis was rocking rhythmically upon the couch cushions, his big one battering my bowels. “You’ve managed to convert yet another straight guy.”

“I converted you,” I reminded Alec, leaning forward, giving him a deep kiss as he continued to ravage my guts with his big fuck tool. “You never went back to pussy after you tried my cunt.”

“Damn straight—well, maybe not straight,” Alex smiled, his cock beginning to swell within me. “I’m getting close. You ready for your second load of the night?”

“Seed me,” I begged, bucking hard on him, working out his nut. “Breed me deep.”

“FUCK,” my boyfriend grunted. “Here it comes, baby—SHIT—Yeah, open that cunt for me—FUCK—SHIT.”

Alec’s body convulsed beneath me, his big one expelling his seed, flooding my guts with a massive load. I imagined his swimmers meeting up with Bryce’s boys, the two teams fighting to the death in my depths. 

“Damn, that was a big load,” I marveled as I dismounted him, a torrent of pearly cum escaping my gaping hole, sliding down his shaft. 

“I think that’s more than just my cum,” Alec observed astutely, watching as I knelt between his legs and sucked his cummy cock clean. “There’s definitely some Bryce mixed in there.”

“You want to taste some of Bryce?” I offered, bringing my lips to Alec’s, sharing the melange of cum upon my tongue. 

“Mmm, Bryce and I taste good together,” Alec licked his lips as we parted. “He and I will make a beautiful baby inside of you.”

“I only want your baby inside me,” I teased, going in for another post-coital kiss, our tongues dancing. 

“When are you and Bryce studying together again?” Alex asked, taking me into his strong arms as I rolled over next to him. 

“Thursday night—before the big test on Friday,” I answered, resting my head upon his hairy chest. 

“Good,” Alec planted a kiss upon the top of my head. “Plan on having Bryce over here to study next time. I think it would be fun to tag your ass with him.”

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

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[daddy-dave-smith]

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[bigphilosopherreview]

Tasting his sweet creamy rich thick vitamins and proteins fresh from his balls

[sirot69-blog]

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[bizmacsf]

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[ohfukhimagain-deactivated201606]

copping another sweet load of MAN COCK and JIZZ from a random grindr fukk

[daddy-dave-smith]

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[overbergguy]

[liam-temptjd]

[hornydomking]

Good boy… I know u can take it and we both know I can be a lot rougher than this, but today makes a month of the first load u ever swallowed. And I want u to think of how much u want to serve me for the rest of your life as I fuck u slowly, so u can feel every inch, every vein of my dick, all night long, inside u like my power will be, always.

[urbrotherlover]

They’re both of high status. They have reputations to uphold, appearances to keep. And it’d be easier for the youngest, if his older brother wasn’t always trying to make a fool of him. He trips him when they walk into a room together, pinches him during times of silence. Everybody talks about the youngest, the clumsy little thing with a loud mouth. He’s knocked down so easily, and yet he doesn’t back down ever.

It’s why he insists he can spar with his brother and the other boys in training. His brother knocks him down over and over, his face scuffed with dirt and knees bleeding.

“Come on brother. This is just sad. How are you supposed to protect us if you can’t even protect yourself?”

He still gets up on shakey legs, his brothers friends laughing at him. He lunges, only to be knocked down onto his face again.

“You’re a horrible man. Maybe you should be a lady in waiting instead. You’re only the spare, nobody would bat an eye if I made you my bitch instead.”

His brothers words are always cruel, what makes his blood run cold is when his brother pins him, his hard cock now pressed against his ass. He kicks his legs out, squirms violently trying to get away. Nobody will help him. The heir, his older brother, gets away with everything. Get whatever he wants. And as his hips roll and grind into his ass it’s clear what he wants is his little brothers virginity.

“Stop it! I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!”

“You can’t even get me off you. How are you going to kill me huh? Fucking face it, you’re nothing. If I want to turn you into a whore that’s my right.”

[cattlefarmstf]

[maleappreciasian]

[gayfantasy-world]

It started with your best friend just complimenting your gains. Then he would ask to feel them. Suddenly it was all the time. Eventually you asked him straight up and he admitted he craved worshipping muscles. Yours specifically. The dude was your best friend, how could you tell him no? Now he came over each time after the gym, and some days you just needed a little pick me up.

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[josch1122]

[gross-i-know]

Need to be too drunk and high to realize I'm throwing myself at my big brother, all I know is someone's strong arms are wrapped around me, pulling me inside a house. He got a call from my friend that I was trashed and vulnerable and like the noble big bro he is he raced to the address to help bring me home safe...

But now I'm whining and grinding against him, pulling him closer and mouthing at any exposed skin I can reach. Or maybe not even that, so wasted I'm willing to drag my tongue over his thin t-shirt to tease his hardening nipples. I don't know what guy scooped me up tonight, but he has a lovely chest, broad but soft and fun to squeeze.

Course, my wonderful brother keeps grabbing my hands, pushing me away, telling me he knows I don't know what I'm doing, and he won't be mad but I gotta just lay down and sleep this off. Unfortunately for his morals, not only am I unable to follow his word, but his hard on is undermining his point anyway.

He's still trying to get me in bed to sleep but I'm latched onto him like the desperate slut I am, begging for his cock. Begging to be bred just how I like it. Telling him I'll be sooooooo good for him if he just uses me like a cocksleeve. This guy keeps saying something about my brother? Pretty kinky but I can be into it, so I call him big bro and whimper, he's panting against my neck now, his body poised over mine. I'm pushing my pants off and pressing my wet slit against his bulge as much as I can. He sure is taking his sweet time... why he's hesitating I don't know but I mumble through some dirty talk for him.

"won't tell anybody, big bro...is our secret..."

"it'll feel so good, cause I'm made for you, yeah? Mom and dad made me for you..."

"you picked me up from tha party jus so you would be the one to rape me t'night huh, big brother?"

"I owe you for drivin, huh? Don' have money but pussy is a good trade right bro?"

Eventually, this stranger puts his hand over my mouth as his dick sinks into my unprotected cunt. He's still hiding his face against me, I don't know his name, but I keep moaning about big bro even as he muffles it. The louder and more pathetic I get, the harder he seems to hump and grunt above me. Just before he cums he shoves his tongue in my mouth and we make out as he pumps a load or two deep inside me.

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I wake up alone in my bed, confused, hungover and sore. I almost think it's a dream but there's cum dribbling from my pussy. I can't help but finger it back into my aching hole as I try to recollect what happened. Some pervert brought me home and roleplayed some incest fantasy... gross. But hot. Unrelated, big bro just told me there's another big party later tonight. Normally I wouldn't go out again, but he seems really eager for me to. Said he's even drive me there and back, so I can drink and puff whatever I'd like. Weird cause usually he's responsible to a fault, always telling me to be more careful and safer. Guess that's why he suddenly wants to play chaperone? I tell him if I'm going out, I'm gonna want to hook up with people and he swallowed nervously, such a prude. But then he agreed, said he'd wing man me... well actually, what he said was "I'll make sure you go home with the right guy" which is an odd choice of words, but he's always been like that. As long as he doesn't get in the way of me getting laid, I don't really care.

[sovietsummer]

I was just sitting outside with some friends and my in-sys brother started touching me in the headspace

My cock was throbbing so much, I got hard as fuck right there… He was groping me and shoved his hand into my boxers, stroking my cock as he ground his own rock-hard one right against my ass

I was trying so hard not to moan, while he was telling me stuff like “shhh, you don’t want them to know your big brother’s touching you like this, right? Such a dirty boy, getting off on your older brother touching you while they’re right there… Don’t want them to see how hard you are, right?”