“You like being fucked by a real man for a change?” I hissed in Diego’s ear as I gripped his neck, my big cock working his tight hole as his boyfriend watched us through the glass shower partition. “Is Clark gonna let me breed you—shoot my load up your ass?”
I’m not gay. Allow me to be clear about that from the start. But I knew that Clark and Diego, the owners of my favorite coffee shop, were indeed gay and committed to each other. And I had no problem with that. It’s a free country, and people should be allowed to fuck and be with whomever they choose.
I also knew that Diego had a bit of a crush on me. Though I’m straight, I’m not obtuse. He was always flirting with me from behind the counter every morning when I came in to order my usual double cortado, always slipping me a free muffin or croissant on the side with a wink. As an attractive, muscular guy with an undeniably large bulge in my pants, I was used to gay dudes falling all over me.
Clark knew about Diego’s crush on me, and was never threatened. “Your other boyfriend is here,” Clark would tease Diego when I walked through the door. A lot of straight guys might be put off by such antics, but it didn’t bother me. Both Clark and Diego knew that I was a hound for pussy, having watched me treat bitch after bitch to morning coffee after taking my big cock the night before—a little caffeine before her walk of shame in last night’s dress.
And so I was a bit surprised when Clark propositioned me one morning in the coffee shop—not for himself, but rather for his boyfriend. Clark had approached me quietly at my table while Diego was busy in the back of the shop, receiving an order of coffee beans.
“I’m planning a little birthday surprise for Diego,” he whispered discreetly. “It will be this Friday, after we close up the shop at 3 pm. And I was wondering if you could help me with something?”
“Sure,” I readily agreed. “You guys are always so good to me, I’m more than happy to help. You need me to pick up the cake, or maybe some balloons or champagne?”
“No—uh—nothing like that,” Clark answered awkwardly. “I’m wondering if you might—Jesus, this is gonna sound fucked up, but please hear me out—I’m wondering if you might be game to fuck Diego?”
“The fuck?” my jaw dropped. “Dude—I don’t fuck guys. You know that I’m not gay. You’ve seen all the bitches that I—”
“Yes—yes,” he interrupted. “And that’s why this would be all the more special to Diego. It would be the ultimate birthday present for him to get dicked down by a hot straight guy like you. It’s no secret that he has a crush on you, we joke about it all the time.”
“Yeah—I know,” I conceded. “But that does not mean I’m willing to fuck your boyfriend. I don’t fuck guys, you understand?”
“I understand—I really do,” Clark admitted. “And that’s why I’m more than willing to—uh—compensate you for your efforts.”
“Compensate?” I cringed. “Are you offering to pay me to fuck your boyfriend?”
“No—Christ no,” Clark denied. “That would be illegal. But what if I offered you an incentive, such as free coffee and pastries—for life? You would never pay a dime in our shop again. And that goes for any of the women you parade through here on a regular basis. Your full tab will be on the house—forever.”
That got my attention. I was dropping easily fifty bucks a week in their coffee shop, and that didn’t include bringing in some bitch with me, which was often the case. Never having to spend a dime in their shop anymore was a huge bonus, undoubtedly. But could I fuck a guy for that privilege? Could I fuck Diego?
I wasn’t all that picky about where I dipped my stick. For me, sex had never held that romantic mystique that it does for some guys. I lost my virginity to my older brother’s girlfriend at a fairly young age, and then charged full speed ahead into being a hung fuck boy. I never dated girls. I just fucked them. A relationship held no allure.
Sex had always been just a game to me. And if I was being honest, I had stuck my dick in countless bitches whom I had no attraction to when I just needed to drop a load. Given that, could I stick my dick in a dude? Could a dude just be another easy hole to me—another nameless, faceless object in which I could dump my load? The answer was obvious.
“Sure—I’ll fuck Diego,” I agreed, locking eyes with Clark. “But let me be clear, this is just gonna be a one-time thing, okay?”
“Of course,” Clark nodded, beaming. “Diego is going to be so happy. This is going to be the best birthday surprise ever.”
As the big day grew closer, Clark let me in on the plans. He and Diego lived in an apartment that was directly above their coffee shop. At the close of business each day, Diego always cleaned up the shop and then went upstairs to shower and wash away the grime from his shift while Clark did the books. Often, Clark would then go upstairs to fuck Diego in the shower—their favorite way to get it on.
While Diego was showering, Clark was to let me into their apartment, where I was to surprise Diego in the shower and then fuck him while Clark watched. Apparently, Clark liked to watch his boyfriend being fucked by other guys—getting cucked, he informed me.
The plan went off without a hitch. Diego was in the shower that Friday afternoon, soaping his body, when Clark let me into the apartment. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to perform with a dude, that my cock wouldn’t rise to the occasion. But as I stripped down, it was apparent to both Clark and me that there wouldn’t be any issues with my performance.
“Fuck, you’re hung,” Clark exclaimed, eyeing my rock hard nine-incher. “I mean, I always suspected you had a big one but, Jesus Christ, you’re packing. Diego is gonna fucking love your huge dick.”
Clark stripped down with me, which he had warned me about in advance. Though the encounter would not be a threesome, Clark planned to watch and then would fuck Diego’s sloppy hole after I came and went, literally.
Clark entered the bathroom first, steam billowing from the open doorway. “Babe—I’ve got a birthday present for you,” I could hear Clark taunting.
“Mmm yeah, get in here and fuck my hole,” Diego responded, the glass shower partition sliding open.
“No—I’m not going to fuck you,” Clark refused, signaling to me.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I announced, entering the bathroom, my big cock swollen to full mast, precum forming at the tip.
“HOLY FUCK,” Diego exclaimed. “Is this a joke? Am I dreaming?”
“It’s no joke,” I assured Diego, taking my place in the shower with him. “I’m here to give you my cock—for your birthday.”
“But—? How—?” Diego turned a confused face to Clark.
“Don’t sweat the details, babe,” Clark laughed. “Just enjoy his big dick. There’s lube on the shower shelf—you know what to do.”
“Jesus Christ, you’re big,” Diego marveled, turning his attention back to me as he grabbed the lube from the shower shelf and began to prep his hole with two fingers. “You’re much bigger than I imagined.”
“I can leave,” I joked, “if you think you can’t handle it.”
“NO,” Diego exclaimed emphatically. “I know I can handle it. I’ve wanted this for so long. You have no idea.”
“I think I have some idea,” I joked.
I watched as Diego replaced the lube on the shower shelf and turned his back to me. Leaning forward, he presented his wet hole to me. Pink and puckered like a tight, little knot just begging to be defiled, it looked like the pussy of my dreams. The truth was, despite my extensive conquests, no bitch had ever allowed me in her back door. Now was finally my chance.
“Get that big dick in me,” Diego taunted, his face pleading with me from over his shoulder. “I want you inside me so bad.”
I looked quickly at Clark, for this was the moment of truth. Was he truly down to watch me fuck his boyfriend? With a nod of his head, he blessed the impending union, slowly jacking his cock in his right hand. Free to proceed, I grabbed Diego by the hips and, with one deep thrust, impaled him with my big dick.
“FUUUUCK,” he screamed, nearly doubling over. “Jesus Christ, you’re big.”
“Is it too much for you?” I teased. “You want me to pull out?”
“Jesus, no,” Diego exclaimed. “Just give me a moment to adjust. You’re hung like fuck.”
Following orders, I held back with my balls pressed against his sphincter, which was locked around my cock like a vise. It was by far the tightest hole my dick had ever experienced—tighter than any of the virgins that I had deflowered. I wanted so bad to destroy his cunt, but I knew I had to be patient. Within a minute, I could feel Diego’s sphincter relaxing, his body letting loose.
“Fuck me,” Diego finally exhaled, pushing his ass into me. “Work this tight hole.”
Deftly, I began to deliver a sequence of steady thrusts, in and out of that tight cunt. Jesus, it felt good. Being able to thrust balls deep and not hit a hard cervix, the bitch crying out in pain, was a revelation. I could have had a fourteen-inch dick, and yet Diego’s fuck canal would have taken every inch of me. The difference was incredible.
“You like being fucked by a real man for a change?” I hissed in Diego’s ear as I gripped his neck, my big cock working his tight hole as his boyfriend watched us through the glass shower partition. “Is Clark gonna let me breed you—shoot my load up your ass?”
“Yes,” Diego moaned, looking out at Clark the cuckold. “Fucking own my ass—make it yours.”
Clark was licking his lips while jacking his dick, clearly enjoying the show. In that moment I wondered if the gift of my cock was more for Clark than Diego, for Clark was clearly loving the sight of another man using his boyfriend.
“That’s it—fuck his ass,” Clark called from beyond the shower partition. “Fuck that bitch’s tight little hole.”
All the dirty talk was a turn on for me, emboldening me to fuck Diego even harder. Moving my hands to his shoulders, I began to jackhammer him hard, pummeling his quivering cunt at a breakneck pace. My balls were slapping against his ass with each thrust, the sound echoing off the tiled shower walls.
“You like his dick, baby?” Clark called out to Diego. “You like your birthday present? That big cock destroying your pretty cunt?”
“Yes—his big cock feels so good inside me” Diego moaned, leaning forward, bracing his hands against his knees as I routed his depths. “It’s the best birthday present ever.”
“You gonna let me fuck you after he seeds you?” Clark continued, still enjoying the show. “You gonna let me fuck your sloppy hole with his warm cum inside of you?”
“Uh huh,” Diego strained to answer, my big dick a battering ram inside of him. “I know how much you love to breed my used cunt.”
I was loving the vibe, fucking a guy while his boyfriend watched in earnest delight. It was surprising to me—that this mild-mannered couple who owned a coffee shop were just as depraved as me when it came to sex. Who knew that I would meet my sexual match in a couple of gay dudes? They apparently knew.
Diego leaned forward, raising his ass higher, my dick sliding even deeper inside of him. Christ, the angle was good—too good in fact. As I proceeded to pummel his hole, I could feel that familiar throbbing in my balls, my load beginning to traverse the length of my long shaft, my cock head beginning to engorge, swelling in size.
“I’m getting close,” I announced, picking up the pace, slamming his ass harder. “You want me to bust in you?”
“Fuck yeah,” Diego replied, his sphincter gripping me at the base of my cock, willing me to seed him. “Fucking dump that load in me.”
“You’re about to get it,” I warned, my body beginning to quake. “Fuck, it’s gonna be a big one—Jesus Christ—OH FUCK—SHIT.”
Instantly, my cock discharged inside of Diego, round and round of my warm cum shooting into his depths. My body convulsed as my dick spewed inside that dark void, painting the walls of his fuck canal with my load.
“Yeah, seed that bitch’s cunt,” Clark commanded, his eyes locking with mine as he watched me breeding his boyfriend. “Fucking dump that load in that cock slut.”
“Fuck—fuck,” I continued to grunt, my cock throbbing endlessly. It had to be one of the best, if not the best, orgasm that I had ever experienced. Diego kept moaning like a bitch in heat, his hole satiated, his dream fulfilled.
“Christ, that was good,” I exhaled, pulling out of Diego when my balls had finally given up the fight. I watched as my pearly load trickled out of Diego’s used cunt.
Clark was suddenly in the shower with us, pushing me aside as he dove into Diego’s hole with his tongue, tasting my cum. Stepping out of the shower, I watched as Clark quickly mounted Diego, gripping his hips, pounding his used hole over and over again.
I suddenly felt like a third wheel. My job was done. The birthday gift had been opened and fully enjoyed. It was time for me to take my leave. Quietly, I exited the bathroom, the sounds of Clark pounding Diego’s hole, skin slapping skin, echoing in my ears. I quickly dressed and made a French exit.
Diego was behind the counter the next day when I arrived to order my morning coffee. Other than a furtive smile on his face, he did nothing to betray the fact that I had completely wrecked his hole the day before.
“No charge,” he winked, handing over my double cortado, along with a cinnamon scone.
“Actually, I’d prefer to pay,” I offered, handing over a twenty-dollar bill.
“I—I don’t understand,” Diego stammered. “Clark told me that, because of what we did yesterday, you no longer have to pay.”
“That’s right,” Clark stepped in upon overhearing us. “You upheld your end of the bargain, and so we’re not going to charge you anymore. That was the agreement.”
“Yes—but I’d like to renegotiate the agreement,” I insisted.
“Renegotiate?” Diego asked, looking at Clark with a confused expression.
“I’d like to fuck you again, Diego,” I answered. “How does tonight work for you guys? And maybe we could do it in a bed this time?”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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