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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No—she thinks I’m out for a run.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You feel better after your run?”

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

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

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

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

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