“What the fuck are you doing in here?” he smirked as I entered the hot tub, my eyes traversing his muscular, hairy body. He was naked, and I could make out the shape of his massive cock just under the surface. “No kids are allowed in here,” he growled.
“I’m eighteen,” I pleaded, meaning I was old enough to be in the hot tub—and old enough to bend over for his big, hairy cock.
It wasn’t fair. I had just graduated from high school when my parents announced they were going to Europe for three weeks in June—without me. And to rub salt in the wound, not trusting me to be on my own, they were shipping me off to stay with my grandma at Shady Oaks, her retirement community in Sarasota, Florida. Life sucked.
Unbeknownst to my parents, my goal for the summer was to lose my ass cherry. With college just a couple months away, I was determined to not arrive on campus as a virgin. I wanted dick over the summer—and lots of it.
So you can imagine my disappointment when I arrived at Shady Oaks and fired up Grindr, only to learn I was smack dab in the middle of a cock desert. The nearest guy looking to fuck some ass was ten miles from Shady Oaks, and I didn’t have a car. Fuck. I thought my situation was hopeless—until I discovered Mel.
“Who is that guy?” I asked Grandma on my second day at Shady Oaks, gesturing to a hot silver daddy hanging by the pool as I accompanied grandma to her chair yoga class.
Muscular, bearded, and hairy as fuck, the guy exuded masculinity. But what excited me the most was the massive bulge in the orange speedo he sported at the pool. He was hung like fuck, and he wanted everyone to know it—including me.
“Grandma—who is that guy?” I repeated as she pretended to not hear me. But before I could prompt her for a third time, the man waved to us.
“Hello, Agnes,” the hot daddy called out to Grandma as we passed him on the pool deck, adjusting his bulge absentmindedly. “Is this handsome boy your grandson?”
But instead of stopping to introduce me, Grandma kept on walking without giving the man any acknowledgment. I couldn’t believe she was being such a bitch—and a cock block.
“Grandma—what the hell?” I admonished her as she marched forward. “You just ignored that nice man.”
“That’s Mel,” she answered with disgust. “And he’s not a nice man. Ever since he moved in six months ago, he’s caroused around here like Don Juan, slipping his fat prick to every desperate widow who will spread her legs for him.”
“Grandma,” I exclaimed. “I’ve never heard you talk like that.”
“Excuse my salty language,” she retorted. “But Mel has tried to make the moves on me many times. But I told him I don’t want crabs or whatever else he’s got. Just do me a favor and stay away from him, okay? That man is a bad influence.
A bad influence? Maybe. Promising? Most definitely. Any man with a big cock who openly enjoys smashing pussy without apology would most likely be willing to fuck a dude—especially a young, hot guy like me. And so I ignored her command and set out to talk with Mel later that afternoon while Grandma was at bingo.
Fortunately, Mel was easy to find, having moved from the pool to the nearby hot tub. And even better, he was alone—and naked, his orange speedo resting by the side of the hot tub. Dirty fucker. Unfortunately, after the way grandma had snubbed him, he didn’t look thrilled to see me.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” he smirked as I stripped off my shirt and entered the hot tub. My eyes traversed his muscular, hairy body and locked onto the tantalizing glimpse of his massive cock just under the surface. “No kids are allowed in here,” he growled.
“I’m eighteen,” I pleaded, meaning I was old enough to be in the hot tub—and old enough to bend over for his big, hairy cock.
“Eighteen,” he mused, stroking his bearded chin, his eyes taking in my tight body. “Well then—that certainly changes things.”
“I’m sorry about my grandma,” I apologized to Mel. “She shouldn’t have—”
“Don’t apologize,” Mel cut me off. “Agnes has every right to dislike me. I was seeing her friend Evelyn when I first moved here, but then started fucking around with Miriam, Edna, Agatha and—well, you get the idea. Life is too short to keep sticking my dick in the same hole, you get me?”
“Yeah,” I agreed, looking down at his massive cock. “Especially when you’ve got a big dick like that.”
“Shit, boy. You like cock?” he inquired, taken aback at my boldness.
“I sure do,” I admitted. “And I’d love to get that big dick inside me.”
“You want to come back to my place?” he asked with a salacious grin, tugging on his big dick under the water. “Take this big dick up your ass?”
“Fuck yeah,” I agreed. “But I should warn you that I’m a virgin—I’ve never been fucked.”
“Shit. This must be my lucky day,” Mel winked as he climbed out of the hot tub, his big cock surfacing like a submarine. Quickly, he pulled on his orange speedo, stuffing his big dick into it like trying to force sausage into its casing.
His apartment was a stone’s throw from the pool, and I was relieved that we didn’t pass the bingo hall. I didn’t need to get busted by Grandma. I just needed some dick.
“I don’t have any condoms,” Mel informed me as we entered his place, leading me to his bedroom. “It’s not like the bitches around here can get pregnant.”
“It’s cool. You can fuck me raw,” I suggested. “And you can cum up my ass.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he replied. “Make yourself comfortable on the bed,” he ordered as I dutifully complied, stripping off my clothes and reclining on the bed.
“Holy fuck,” I exclaimed as Mel pulled off his speedo and tossed it on the floor. His cock was instantly rock hard and massive. It looked like a fucking arm between his legs.
“I get that reaction a lot,” Mel laughed, gripping his cock, engorging it’s enlarged, purplish head. “But I’ll go slow. And if you can take my big cock, you’ll be able to take any cock.”
But could I take Mel’s big cock? Perhaps I had bitten off more than I could chew. I wanted my cherry popped—not pulverized.
As Mel climbed on the bed, positioning himself between my legs, I began to have serious concerns about giving up my hole to him. But then I thought—fuck it. Go big or go home.
But any doubts I had evaporated as Mel pushed my legs over my head and buried his tongue into my hole. “Jesus,” I gasped. “That feels so fucking good.”
“I love eating a hole before I fuck it,” Mel shared, his hot breath on my sphincter. “It’s a pleasure to devour a young, tight cunt, instead of the usual baggy, worn out pussies I get around here.”
Ravenously, Mel ate me out, his tongue opening my hole, readying it for his big dick. I would have been happy to let him tongue fuck me all afternoon, but Mel had other plans for my hole.
“Time to get this big dick in you,” Mel announced, my hole open and ready. Deftly, he pushed himself up with one hand as he gripped his cock with the other. Breaching the wet folds of my puckered hole, Mel pushed into me.
“Jesus,” I gasped, my hole burning as he went balls deep in me. “It hurts like fuck.”
“Shhh,” he whispered softly in my ear. “Just relax. Let that pussy open for me.”
Mel held still inside me, my sphincter straining against his massive girth. The fullness inside of me was overwhelming, a distinct pressure in my gut.
“I—I think I need to shit,” I reported with embarrassment, not wanting to empty my bowels with his dick inside me.
“You don’t need to shit,” Mel advised, his cock beginning to thrust slowly inside me. “Your sphincter is just confused. It happens to a lot of guys the first time.”
“Have—have you fucked a lot of guys?” I wondered aloud.
“Shit,” he laughed. “I’ve fucked a lot of everything. Having a big dick like mine is a gift, and I like to share it.”
I was grateful Mel was sharing it with me, because that big dick was starting to feel good inside me—really good, in fact. I began to moan involuntarily as Mel delivered some slow strokes inside me, his hairy belly rubbing against my cock with each thrust.
“You feeling good, baby?” he whispered in my ear, his scruffy beard grazing my cheek. “You think you’re ready to be fucked now?”
“Yes,” I begged, my legs wrapping around his meaty ass, drawing him deeper inside me. “Fuck me—fuck me like a bitch.”
Needing no further permission, Mel began to ravage my hole, pounding my cunt at a breakneck pace. His big cock felt so good inside me, exploring my virgin depths.
“It’s been a long time since I deflowered a virgin,” Mel shared with a devilish grin while pummeling my hole. “I honestly didn’t expect it to happen again. There’s not a lot of tight cunts like yours in this place.”
And probably not a lot of big dicks like his. Despite Grandma’s thoughts on the guy, I could see why so many of her widowed friends had spread their legs for Mel. Getting dicked down by him was incredible. His big cock was clearly the best ride at Shady Oaks, and I was glad to have my turn.
Mel’s stamina was incredible, pummeling my quivering cunt over and over. His muscular arms wrapped around me tighter, pulling me into his hairy body. He was consuming me, devouring me greedily.
And then it happened—a low growl building deep within his chest. Faster, he began to thrust within me, the growl getting louder with each deep push. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs tighter around him, willing him to dump his load in me.
His steady growl had grown louder, urgent in my ear. And with one last, deep thrust, Mel exploded inside me. “FUCK,” he grunted like a wild animal. “FUCK—FUCK—FUCK.”
His body shuddered uncontrollably atop me, his big cock throbbing in my depths, ejecting his cum with a violent force. I could feel each spurt as his load claimed my virgin depths, marking me as his.
“That’s it—breed me,” I begged, stroking his sweaty back, relishing the warmth of his seed swimming inside me.
With his balls finally emptied, Mel collapsed on top of me, his breath heavy and hot in my ear. Miraculously, he was still hard. As his breathing returned to normal, I wondered if he might stay inside me and pound out another load in me.
Then suddenly, pushing himself up with his muscular arms, Mel pulled out of me. A rush of cum and air escaped my ass. Looking down at my wrecked cunt, Mel gave a sadistic laugh.
“Looks like I’ve pulverized your cherry,” he observed, the dirty fucker diving down and lapping up his cum from my gaping hole. “Let’s get you in the shower.”
Weak on my legs, I followed Mel into the shower, his spent cock swinging between his legs. But before he soaped up my body and shampooed my hair like an attentive lover, Mel pushed me up against the tile wall, the warm shower water on my body, and fucked another load into me from behind.
“Where’ve you been?” Grandma asked when I finally returned to her place. “I was getting ready to have dinner without you.”
“I—uh—I was hanging out with Mel,” I reported truthfully, not seeing any reason to lie considering I was planning to spend a lot more time with him during my visit.
“Mel?” she croaked. “I warned you about that despicable man.”
“He’s not so bad,” I objected. “In fact, he’s invited me over tonight to play poker with some of his buddies—Stanley, Arthur, and Irving, I think he mentioned.”
“I know those fools. You be careful playing poker with them. They’ll take advantage of you,” Grandma warned. “They play for real money. You won’t win a thing. You’ll only end up losing your shirt.”
Actually, they did take advantage of me. I lost my pants that night—and won eight loads up my ass.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
