“I want you to cum in my ass,” Toby begged as I fucked his tight cunt with his skinny legs pressed against my muscular chest. My cock hadn’t seen a wet hole in months, so I wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity to breed this barely-legal faggot.
“I’d like Toby to come live with us,” Shannon, my pregnant wife, announced a month before our baby was due. Toby is my wife’s kid brother. He had just finished high school, but had no plans for college or any type of work. “I’m going to have my hands full when the baby comes,” Shannon explained. “Toby could be a big help to us.” At the time, I envisioned Toby changing diapers and maybe giving the baby a bottle. It hadn’t yet occurred to me that Toby’s number one job would be to drain my balls . . . nightly.
Toby was a freshman in high school when I met Shannon. I pegged him as a faggot from the start. He liked chorus, dance, and theater. His only ambition in life was to be a backup dancer for Katy Perry. When I chided Shannon for not telling me that Toby is gay, she was indignant. “Toby is just artistic,” she protested. Artistic, my ass. The boy is a faggot. And any doubt I had was settled by the way he would look at me. Any straight man who has ever stepped foot inside a gym knows what it means to be objectified by a gay man. The stares. The longing gazes. I’m always flattered, yet I know with certainty when a dude wants me. Toby wanted me from the start, but it would take me a few years before I wanted him.
I’m not a predator, but I usually get what I want. After months of no sex with my pregnant wife, I wanted Toby — his tight ass, specifically. But I needed him to make the first move. If Shannon ever caught us, god forbid, I needed her to believe her brother was the one to seduce me, and not the other way around. So I devised a plan. The night Toby arrived, my wife cooked his favorite spinach lasagna. I played it up and wore a tight shirt that showed off my muscular physique, with a few buttons undone to show off my chest hair.
“My, you look nice,” Shannon cluelessly commented as I sat down to eat with them. “Well, having Toby here is a special day for our family,” I replied and gave the boy a wink. Toby was practically salivating at the sight of me. A bitch in heat. Had my wife not been there, I’m sure he would have pulled down his pants and gotten on all fours right on top of the table for me. I had won the first round.
The second round occurred later that night after Shannon went to bed. “Join me on the patio?” I asked Toby while pouring myself a Scotch. “I won’t tell your sister if you want a pour, too.” He declined the Scotch and grabbed himself a Coke from the fridge. “You seeing anyone?” I asked as we settled into a set of patio chairs. I kept the gender of “anyone” neutral, hoping he might confess to being gay. It would make it easier if the faggot would just admit to me that he likes cock. “Nah,” he said timidly while checking out my muscular arms with a furtive side glance. I got Toby talking about his high school graduation, and I made a point to adjust my junk as he talked. His eyes were fixated on my crotch, yet he didn’t dare make a move for it. But I already had another plan in motion.
Suddenly, my phone rang. It was just an alarm I had set that sounds like a ringtone. “Mind if I answer this?” I asked Toby. “It’s my buddy Greg.” Toby nodded as I pretended to answer my phone. “Greg,” I boomed to no one on the other end. “Damn, buddy. It’s great to hear from you. Yes, Shannon is doing well. Yeah, the baby will be here in a month. But I’m telling you, bud. My balls aren’t so good. We haven’t fucked in months.” I looked over at Toby and his eyes were wide. “Yeah, dude. I’m totally backed up. And her OB said it’ll be months after the birth before she can handle my big cock again. Shit, man. I’m so desperate, I’d stick my cock in ANY warm hole I could find at this point.” I looked over at Toby and the boy was salivating again. Mission accomplished. “Hey, Greg. Lemme call you back tomorrow. I’m hanging out with Shannon’s brother Toby now.” And then I pretended to end the call.
Then there was silence. I could almost hear the wheels turning in Toby’s head. Finally the boy spoke. “Uh . . . is that true?” he asked softly. “Is it true you and Shannon haven’t . . . uh . . . you know . . . in months?” The ball was in motion. “Fucked? Yes, Toby. Your sister and I haven’t fucked in months,” I confessed while taking a sip of Scotch and trying to stifle a smile. “The doctor advised against it when my big cock was causing her to have discomfort. But, Jesus. I shouldn’t burden you with these things, Toby. A man has needs, but my needs are not your problem.” I was laying it on thick. Toby was quiet again, but his eyes were on my bulge and I was, quite purposefully, allowing myself to get hard.
“Maybe I could help,” Toby offered, not taking his eyes off my tented pants. “Help? I don’t understand,” I shrugged and pretended to be confused. “You know,” Toby continued in a near whisper. “You could fuck me.” Bingo. I feigned indignation. “I’m no faggot, boy. I don’t fuck guys. I’m not gay,” I spat. Toby jumped up to settle me, his hand on my arm. “No . . . I . . . I know you’re not gay. But that doesn’t mean you can’t fuck me. I’ve been fucked by lots of straight guys.” And there it was. Not only had he finally admitted to being gay, he also admitted to taking lots of cock, as I suspected. I was going to enjoy fucking this slutty faggot, and now it was time to make it happen.
“Christ, when you put it like that, how can I refuse?” I concluded while downing the last of my Scotch. “You sure you want this?” I asked knowing the boy was itching to get my big cock inside him. “Yes,” he wholeheartedly agreed as he took me by the hand and led me inside and to his bedroom. To my delight, Shannon had put Toby in the downstairs guest room, far away from our bedroom upstairs. I could fuck the shit out of the boy, and she would never hear a thing.
I went to take a pre-fuck piss in the bathroom adjoining Toby’s room and when I came out, he was stretched out naked on the bed waiting for me. I dropped my shorts and pulled off my shirt. “Holy FUCK, you’re huge,” Toby gasped when he caught sight of my big dick. “Don’t worry. I’ll start out slow,” I assured the boy. I climbed between the boy’s skinny legs, spit on my cock, and began to work it into his hole. “Bring your legs up to your chest,” I directed him. “I like this position. It makes your hole feel like pussy.” Toby did as told, asking, “Have you fucked a guy before?” I ignored him as I thrusted balls deep inside the boy.
“FUCK, you’re thick,” Toby gasped as his hole clenched around my cock. His tight cunt was amazing. It felt so good to finally have my cock back inside a wet hole. Toby began to relax. I could tell he was enjoying the ride as I gave his hole some slow, deliberate strokes. “I want you to cum in my ass,” Toby begged as I began to pick up the pace. The thought of once again shooting my wad into a warm hole instead of into my fist or down the shower drain was overwhelming. I was trying hard to hold back my load, but it was a losing battle.
“FUCK . . . I’m gonna bust,” I barked urgently while feeling the cum rising in my shaft. “Yeah, fucking breed my pussy,” Toby moaned as my cock began to pulse and spurt inside of him. I collapsed upon him, my sweaty body melding into him as I kept my cock in his hole. “Are you still hard?” he asked after we stayed like that for several minutes. Fuckin-A, I was still hard. That never happens when I fuck my wife. Raising myself back up above Toby, I began to pound out another load into the boy. Then another. And another. I fucking seeded that boy cunt with four loads before I dragged myself back upstairs and got into bed with my sleeping wife.
The next morning at breakfast, Shannon poured me a cup of coffee as Toby munched on a bowl of Frosted Flakes. He kept shifting his weight in his chair, likely because his wrecked hole hurt like fuck. “You two must have been up all night talking,” Shannon said while handing Toby a cup of coffee. “It looks like neither of you got much sleep. I hope this doesn’t become a habit.” Toby gave me a knowing glance as I replied to my wife, “Sorry, babe. Can’t make any promises.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
