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“Breed me,” I begged as the hung, muscled, college football stud pounded the living shit out of me upon his bed. Dax’s meaty hands gripped my skinny neck as his massive cock battered my insides, inching himself closer to orgasm. The university was paying me to tutor Dax, but his warm load up my ass was all that I really wanted.

Dax Brecker had been the hottest guy at my high school. He was also the most popular guy in school. Star quarterback. Student body president. Mandy, his hot-as-fuck girlfriend, was the head cheerleader. And, thanks to having PE with Dax my sophomore year, I knew he had a massive cock. It was like an arm hanging between his legs.

“What the fuck are you lookin’ at, faggot?” he barked at me one day at our gym lockers as he toweled off after showering, his huge cock swinging between his muscular thighs. He had caught me ogling his giant member.

“Uh—nothing,” I stammered, petrified.

“Cut the bullshit,” Dax growled, picking me up by the front of my shirt and slamming me into my locker. “If I ever catch you looking at my cock again, faggot—I’m gonna fuckin’ kick your ass. Got it?” He then dropped me onto the floor as the rest of the guys in the locker room snickered.

I did my best to avoid the wrath of Dax after that, choosing a locker far from his. But I’d see him around school and he’d always whisper faggot under his breath as he passed by me. And if I dared to look his way, he’d threaten me with his fist. The locker incident was embarrassing, yet I knew that I was partly to blame. I had been looking at his cock, after all. But the way Dax continued to harass me in the halls was cruel and painful.

Despite all that, I continued to be attracted to Dax. My yearbook with his football picture, Dax smiling with his football jersey riding up to reveal his sexy treasure trail, was eventually glued shut from all the loads I spewed while jacking off to him. Thus, my feelings for Dax were complicated.

I thought all of that would come to an end once we graduated and I went off to college at State. So you can imagine my surprise when I learned Dax was not only recruited to play football at State, he was also tapped to be the school’s first-ever, freshman starting quarterback. Naturally, I had misgivings about being at the same college as Dax, but I assumed that our paths would likely never cross on a campus of over 30,000 students, right? Wrong.

We were halfway into our first semester when my Spanish professor called me to his office. “You have the highest grade in my class,” he informed me, “and I need your help.” He then surprised me by asking, “Are you familiar with our talented quarterback Dax Brecker?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, my body tensing at the sound of his name. “Dax and I graduated from high school together.”

“Wonderful!” my professor exclaimed. “I need you to tutor Dax.”

Fuck.

The professor then detailed how Dax was close to flunking all of his freshman classes, but Spanish was his worst class by far. Dax was close to academic probation and being cut from the team. The situation was so dire, they had removed Dax from the athletic dorm and put him up in a nearby hotel so he could buckle down and study without any distractions.

“Dax Brecker is our only hope at getting to the championships this year,” the professor lamented. “The entire university is relying on you to keep him in the game.”

Fuck.

An hour later, I found myself knocking on Dax’s hotel room door. “You are not to tell anyone where Dax is staying,” my professor had told me. “And he is allowed no visitors, with the exception of you for tutoring.”

A television was blaring straight porn loudly from inside the hotel room. I pounded on the door for several minutes before Dax finally heard me and opened the door. He was in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts, and I nearly jizzed my pants as I got an up-close look at his muscular chest. He had bulked up more since high school and was even hotter than before.

“You?” Dax asked incredulously as he got a look at me in his doorway, clearly recalling me from our high school days. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I’m your tutor, Dax,” I answered, standing tall with as much authority as I could muster.

“You’re my tutor?” he bowled over in a fit of laughter. “What are you gonna teach me? How to suck cock?” He was still laughing when I turned on my heels and walked back to the elevator. I didn’t need his shit.

“No, man—wait,” he begged. “I’m sorry. Please don’t go. If you don’t help me, I’m—I’m fucked. Please come in.”

And so I followed Dax into his hotel room, greeted by some bitch on the TV screaming, “Yeah—fuck my tight pussy.”

“Jesus, Dax. What’s with the porn? You’re supposed to be studying,” I admonished as I reached for the TV remote and turned off the screaming bitch just as some guy sprayed his money shot on her tits.

Dax gave me a sheepish look. “I know I need to study, but I’ve never been any good at school. I barely passed in high school. If it wasn’t for this damn football scholarship, I’d be pumping gas somewhere right now, man.”

“What are you working on now?” I asked, taking a seat at a small table in his room, his school work covering every inch.

Dax sat beside me and grabbed a textbook. “I’ve got a midterm in Spanish tomorrow,” he said while cracking open his book. “But I’m gonna fuckin’ fail it.”

Grabbing a highlighter, I began to highlight verb conjugations. “You see, the trick to remembering which verb form to use—” I began, but Dax wasn’t paying any attention. “Dude,” I snapped. “I’m trying to teach you this shit.”

“I’m sorry, man,” he apologized. “I’m horny as fuck, and I can’t concentrate when I’m horny.”

“I understand,” I started to sympathize. “But you’ve go to—”

“I haven’t had any pussy in over a week,” he interrupted. “I’m not allowed to have any bitches here. And I have a high sex drive. Do you have any idea how much pussy I’m used to getting in a single day? It would make your fuckin’ head spin.”

I looked down at Dax’s crotch, and he was tenting hard. “I’ll make you a deal, Dax,” I proposed. “If you can memorize the conjugations for the verb tener with me, then I’ll let you fuck my ass.”

“No fucking way, dude,” he barked, shocked by my offer. “I’m not gay—I’m no fag, like you,” he suddenly jumped up and stood at the window with his back to me.

“Dude. I know you’re not a fag,” I assured him. “But your balls are backed up. You can’t think straight. You need a hole to fuck. I’m the only option you’ve got.”

Dax was silent as he stared out the window. In the face of my indecent proposal, he could have kicked me out of his hotel room or beaten my ass to a bloody pulp. Instead, Dax was introspective, his wheels turning as he continued to stare out the window. I knew that I had him.

“If I agree to fuck your ass,” Dax conditioned, “it’s gonna be from behind. I need to think that I’m fucking pussy.” I nodded in agreement. “And it can never leave this room, or I’ll fucking destroy you.” I nodded once more.

“Christ, you’re huge,” I gasped two minutes later as Dax worked his massive cock into me. I was perched on all fours atop his hotel bed while Dax knelt behind me, his huge tool impaling my guts. “You’re hung like fuck.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he scolded. “I don’t want to hear your voice while I’m fucking you.”

I nodded solemnly in agreement, biting my lip. I wanted to scream, the pain unreal as his girthy rod tested the limits of my sphincter. Dax was going to wreck my hole, and I intended to enjoy every minute of it—even if it meant being silent.

“FUCK, you’re tight,” he grunted, his big cock buried in me, his balls pressed against my hole. “Damn,” he exclaimed. “I usually can’t go this deep in pussy. Fucking hot, bro.”

What was fucking hot, for me, was thinking about all the bitches he had fucked with that big cock. His conquests in high school were legendary. And now that big cock was up my ass. Dax had moved his hands to my hips and started to pound me harder. Fuck, it felt good.

“Christ, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” he praised, pummeling my hole. “I can’t recall the last time I had pussy this good.”

Dax was jackhammering me hard, a prize thoroughbred doing what he does best. He was destroying my cunt at a breakneck pace, his stamina untenable. I was about to tell him to slow down or he would nut too fast—but it was too late. His huge cock was beginning to swell in my depths.

“Breed me,” I begged, knowing his load was imminent as Dax pounded the living shit out of me. He moved his meaty hands to my neck, gripping me as his massive cock battered my insides with his final thrusts. I could feel his balls begin to throb against my hole as he inched closer to orgasm.

“Fuck, man,” Dax suddenly announced. “I’m gonna bust. Aww, FUCK—Here it comes, dude—FUCK—DAMN.”

Instantly, his huge cock unleashed his load inside me, a warmth consuming my bowels. “FUCK,” he grunted, throwing his head back as his balls continued to empty inside me, his seed spreading within my void.

“How come we never fucked like this before?” Dax lamented, pulling his spent cock out of me abruptly, his load gushing from my wrecked hole.

“Uh—maybe because you were always threatening to kick my ass,” I reminded him, my used body collapsing upon the bed.

“Yeah—uh—I’m really sorry about that,” Dax apologized while crashing down beside me, his spent cock leaving a wet streak of cum on the bedsheet. “I was an ass to you in high school, and you didn’t deserve it.”

“Thank you for the apology, Dax,” I replied, surprised by his sudden remorse. “I’d say we’re about even now, considering I just twisted your arm into fucking me.”

“You didn’t twist my arm,” Dax assured me, pushing himself onto one arm and looking me in the eye. “I’ve actually wanted to try fucking a dude for a long time now. And I have to admit that it felt fucking awesome.”

“It’s getting late,” I announced while looking at the alarm clock upon the hotel bed table. “We’ve got a lot more verbs to conjugate if you’re going to pass that Spanish midterm tomorrow.”

“How about we do a few verbs, and then I fuck your ass again?” suggested Dax as he pushed himself upright.

“Sounds like a deal,” I agreed, reaching for his big cock and lapping up a pearly drop of cum that still remained.

And so we spent the rest of the evening conjugating a few verbs and then fucking, conjugating again, and then fucking some more. By the time I left Dax’s hotel room after 2 am, he had mastered twenty Spanish verbs, and I had taken six of his warm loads up my wrecked hole.

“Well done!” my professor congratulated me in his office the next afternoon. “Dax got a B+ on his Spanish midterm this morning.”

“He worked hard for it,” I reported, not mentioning how hard Dax had worked my hole, which was still raw and tender.

“Listen,” the professor continued. “The head football coach and I think you should move in with Dax, at least for this semester. It’s the only way he’s going to stay on track. I know that Dax can be a bit difficult, so I hope you’re prepared to handle him full time.”

“Sounds great,” I agreed eagerly, wondering if my sore ass was prepared to handle Dax’s huge cock full time.

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

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keepthechesthair

twisted-talez

“I told you that I’m hairy, bro,” my buddy Garrett smiled, lifting up his t-shirt in the middle of the convenience store as he revealed his gorgeous pelt to me, driving me wild. The top of his CK briefs were peeking out flirtatiously above the waistband of his jeans, adding to my lust for him. “I’m furry as fuck now,” he stated the obvious.

Garrett and I were best buds all through high school, but had been apart for our first year of college. We had planned this road trip and a week at the beach to kick off our summer together again. And though nothing had changed between Garrett and me during our year apart, it was clear that he had changed in one significant way—his hairy chest.

“I—I don’t understand,” I said, trying not to salivate over the furry forest that had sprouted upon my buddy’s chest and abdomen. “Your chest was as smooth as a baby’s butt a year ago.”

“I know,” he laughed, still holding up his shirt with one hand as he ran his fingers through his luscious body hair. “It was like someone dumped Miracle Grow on my chest about a month into college. Overnight, I was suddenly hairy. My dad said it was the same for him at my age.”

“That’s crazy,” I replied, attempting to resist the urge to give his man fur a thorough tongue bath. “You’re definitely as hairy as your dad now.”

“Dude—that’s why I need to find a pack of razors in this place,” Garrett finally lowered his shirt and began to scan the shelves of the convenience store. “I gotta shave it all off before we get to the beach. The bitches aren’t going to dig all this body hair.”

And then he started to walk towards the clerk at the front of the store, a burly man with a beard and hairy arms covered in tattoos. “Hey, dude—?” Garrett called out to the clerk. “Where do you keep the razors?”

“In the back, opposite the beer case,” the clerk replied, pointing. “They’re with the toiletries and first-aid shit.”

“No—don’t,” I blurted out grabbing Garrett by the arm, forgetting myself. “Don’t shave off all that fur. It’s hot as fuck on you.”

“Wait—what? My body hair is hot as fuck to you?” Garrett cocked his head to one side, his face scrunched up in confusion. “Dude—why would you fucking say that?”

“Jesus,” I exhaled, unable to look my buddy in the eye. “I had planned to tell you when we got to the beach. I’m—well, you see—I’m—”

“Gay,” Garrett blurted out the word when it failed to cross my lips. “Yeah, bro. I know that you’re gay.”

“Wait—how did you know?” I demanded in shock. “I’ve only come out to a few of my new friends back at school. My family doesn’t even know yet.”

“Dude,” Garrett smiled broadly, putting a reassuring hand upon my shoulder. “I’ve known for a long time that you’re gay. You’ve never had any interest in girls or scoring pussy. And it’s pretty obvious that you’ve got a crush on me.”

“Christ,” I groaned, turning three shades of red. “Am I really that transparent?”

“Yeah,” Garrett laughed. “But I don’t mind. I guess I’ve always been a bit flattered that you’ve got a crush on me. It’s a good confidence boost when I’m not scoring with the bitches.”

“Look—I don’t want you to think that I’m gonna hit on you,” I tried to reassure my buddy. “I know that you’re, like, one-hundred percent straight. Now that I’m out to you, you have my word that I’m not gonna try to suck you off or whatever.”

“Why not offer to suck me off?” Garrett winked. “I might let you.”

“Wait—what?” I gasped, my mouth agape. “You—you’d seriously let me blow you?”

“Yeah, I mean, why the fuck not?” he smiled deviously. “They always say that guys give better head. Maybe you could prove it to me?”

“I’m game for that,” I agreed. “But they also say that ass is way better than pussy—tighter than any bitch’s cunt. I could prove that to you, too.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” asked Garrett, giving a nod to the men’s room in the back corner of the convenience store. “Show me what you’ve got.”

While the burly store clerk rang up a bunch of girls who looked two young to be buying cigarettes, Garrett and I snuck into the men’s room, latching the door behind us. The small bathroom was nasty and smelled like ass, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Drop your pants and lean over that sink there,” Garrett directed as he unzipped his jeans and, resting the band of his CK briefs beneath his balls, pulled out a thick eight-incher that was already rock hard.

“I gotta suck you first, get you wet,” I directed, dropping to my knees. “There’s no way I’m gonna get that big thing up my ass without some spit. You’re hung like fuck, bro.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” Garrett gloated as I took his big one down my throat and began to suck him. “HOLY FUCK,” he exclaimed a little too loudly. “Your throat is fucking incredible.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” I parodied, coming up for air briefly before returning his big cock to my throat, sucking him ravenously.

“Dude—slow up,” he cautioned. “You’re gonna make me nut before I can even get it up your ass.”

“We can’t have that,” I released him, the taste of his precum on my lips. “Let’s get that big cock in my tight cunt.”

Standing up, I unzipped and dropped my pants to my knees. Turning around, I bent forward over the sink, gripping the edge for stability as Garrett placed his hands at my hips.

“Alright, bro. Just go ahead and—FUCK,” I yelped, his big dick suddenly impaling me with one, swift thrust. The pain was unreal, my sphincter on fire. “Dude—SLOW UP,” I begged. “SLOW UP.”

But Garrett ignored me, pounding the living shit out of my cunt at a breakneck pace. I should have known better. Straight guys always get a little over-eager the first time they try a dude’s ass—aggressively fucking in a way they would never dare with a bitch.

“Damn, bro,” I watched him exclaim in the mirror over the sink, staring down at his cock as he ravaged my hole. “This shit is fucking tight—way tighter than pussy. You weren’t kidding.”

“I told you,” I bragged, twerking on his big rod. My sphincter had relaxed, my cunt opening for him. He was pounding me hard, abusing my fuck canal in the best possible way. “Fuck me with that big dick,” I pleaded. “Fucking wreck my hole.”

“I’m doin’ my best,” Garrett replied, biting his lower lip. I could tell he was concentrating, trying to hold back his nut.

“You feeling close?”

“Yeah, bro,” he replied through gritted teeth, his big dick battering my bowels, his balls smacking my ass with each thrust. “But I’m trying to hold back. I don’t wanna cum this fast.”

“Don’t worry about it, dude. You can fuck my ass all week when we get to the beach,” I reminded him. “Now dump that load in me whenever you’re ready.”

“You’re about to get it,” Garrett warned, his cock swelling inside me, his balls throbbing rhythmically. “OH FUCK, bro—Here it comes—FUCK—FUCK.”

I gripped my sphincter around the base of his cock, reveling in the forceful pulsing within my bowels as my buddy flooded my guts with a massive load. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt as his big dick spewed over and over within me, filling me with his seed.

“Jesus, that was good,” Garrett exhaled, pulling out of me, his load dripping from my wrecked hole, streaming down the back of my leg. “When I woke up today, I never would have thought I’d end up fucking my best buddy in a men’s room.”

“Dude, we better hurry up and get the fuck out of here,” I advised, pulling up my pants as Garrett stuffed his spent cock back into his jeans. “We don’t want that clerk catching us,” I cautioned as Garrett undid the latch and opened the men’s room door.

“Too late,” the burly clerk announced, leaning in the doorway, his hairy, inked arms crossed over his meaty pecs. “Sounded like you two boys had some fun in there.”

“It’s—uh—it’s not what you think,” Garrett began to stammer. “We were just—”

“Which one of you was taking dick in here?” the clerk interrupted, pushing himself into the men’s room with us.

“I—I was taking cock,” I stuttered, unable to deny it.

“We gotta make this fast, so drop them drawers and bend over that sink,” the burly clerk commanded me. He quickly unzipped his pants, pulling out a fat cock that was thicker than a beer can. “My wife is on the rag, and I’ve gotta five-day load in these balls for you, boy.”

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

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101koach

twisted-talez

“You better plan on washing those sheets when you’re done,” I playfully admonished my older brother Nick upon catching him in the act of fucking the bed. He was buck naked, his big cock sandwiched between a pillow and the mattress, pounding out his load with a fierce intensity. In that moment, I wanted to be on that bed with Nick, taking his big cock up my ass.

Nick had moved in with me temporarily after his girlfriend kicked him out. With his pipes growing more and more backed up every day, I knew that it was just a matter of time before I got my brother’s big cock in me, a long-awaited fantasy. I just didn’t realize Nick would make it so easy for me.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you’d be home from work yet,” Nick replied sheepishly, quickly withdrawing his cock from the makeshift pillow pussy, awkwardly covering his hard cock with a sheet. “I hadn’t tried getting myself off in that way since I was—”

“Sixteen,” I interrupted, unbuttoning my shirt. “I used to hide in the closet and watch you fucking the bed after school every day, busting your nut all over the sheets.”

“Jesus,” he gasped in shock. “You watched me pounding one out every day, and you never said anything?”

“Well, I wanted to say something,” I answered. “No, that’s not true—I wanted to do something.”

“Do something?” Nick asked, his head cocked to the side. “I don’t follow.”

But instead of answering him, I yanked off my shirt and pulled down my pants, tossing my clothes on the floor.

“What the fuck is happening?” Nick demanded as I climbed onto the bed and, resting my face and chest against the mattress, raised my ass and presented it to him. “If you think for one goddamn minute that I’m gonna—”

“Come on,” I interrupted. “You need to get laid. And let’s be honest—that pillow you were fucking has nothing on my warm, wet hole.”

“Dude. I’m not gonna fuck my own brother. That’s fucking messed up.”

“I’m super tight,” I persisted. “And you can breed my hole, dump that load in me.”

“Christ,” he exhaled, shaking his head in disbelief as he positioned himself behind me, his eight-incher searching for my hole like a divining rod. “I can’t believe it’s come to this. You got some lube or something?”

“Just spit on your dick,” I advised, not wishing to retrieve my lube, fearing Nick could change his mind in the brief interim. “You can fuck me prison style.”

“Prison style,” he laughed, spitting on his cock, working it up and down his shaft with his fist. “Prison is probably the only place I would have ever considered fucking a dude.”

“Well, lucky for you, you don’t have to—,” I began before he grabbed my by the hips and shoved into me with one, violent thrust. “FUUCK,” I screamed.

“What’s the problem?” he asked deviously, already pounding me like he was a horny sailor on shore leave. “I know you’ve had dick before. Is my big one too much for you?”

“No,” I winced, my head hitting the headboard repetitively. “You’re just super thick and you didn’t use enough spit.”

“That’s prison style, baby,” Nick slapped my ass, unwilling to give me a temporary reprieve to adjust to him. “You wanted this cock—and now you’re gonna take it.”

I knew what I had signed up for, what I had put on my plate. Straight guys who haven’t been laid in awhile are always the roughest fucks. Not only are they desperate to dump their loads—fast and furious—they also feel the need to prove that they’re not gay by treating the slutty bottom like a worthless piece of shit. My only role was to be used and abused. And though Nick was my brother, he was going to use and abuse me like a five-dollar whore.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he marveled, my sphincter stretched to the max. “Raise your ass for me some more—yeah—that’s right,” he directed, sliding deeper into me.

The initial pain had subsided, and I was reveling in the fullness of my brother’s big cock inside of me. Jesus, it felt good.

Not only had I watched my brother pleasuring himself all those years ago, I also used to listen at his door when he gave up his pillow fucks for real pussy. When Nick would sneak in some bitch to fuck late at night when my parents were asleep, I’d slowly jack myself, fantasizing that Nick was abusing my hole with his big dick. The final realization of my fantasy was almost too much to handle.

“You like my big cock?” Nick asked, pushing me into the mattress, planking above me. “You like this big dick in your tight pussy?”

“Yes,” I exhaled, his balls slapping my ass with each thrust. “Your big cock feels so good inside of me.”

“You gonna take my cum?” he demanded, pounding me harder. “You gonna let me shoot up your ass?”

“Yes,” I begged. “Fucking seed me.”

“Fuck, I’m getting close,” he warned, his cock swelling inside of me, his balls throbbing against my sphincter. “OH FUCK—HOLY SHIT—FUCK.”

Nick’s body convulsed on top of me, his load spewing in my depths. Over and over he grunted with each shot of cum, his cock pulsing against the walls of my fuck canal. He gave one last grunt before pulling out of me, his balls emptied.

“Fuck, that was good,” my brother exhaled, resting on his knees as he stared down at his pearly cum that had pooled in my gaping hole. “Dang, I dumped a big fucking load in you.”

“Fucking hot,” I replied, swiping some of that sweet ambrosia from my hole and feeding it to myself with two fingers. “And your load is also delicious. Which reminds me—do you maybe wanna go grab some dinner at that pub down the street again?”

“Nah,” Nick demurred, “I’m thinking we order in a pizza or something. I’d rather stay home and dump a few more loads in you.”

And with that, my brother shoved his cock back into me. After he shot two more loads up my ass, we finally ordered a pizza. Nick invited the pizza guy inside and watched as the dude pounded a five-day load into my sloppy hole. “I think I’m gonna enjoy living with you,” Nick whispered in my ear as he pushed back into my used, puffy hole.

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

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jockfootstories

Tagging along with your college bud to visit his relatives. Chilling in the back, both of you alone for a bit, it doesn’t take him long to remind you of your place. He lifts his bare foot up at you and says,” My feet have been neglected long enough. Lick the bottom and between my toes, footboy.” You hurriedly go over and get on your knees, beginning to lick his huge foot smooshed in your face. After a short while, you feel his other toes clench and rub your hardon beneath your nylon gym shorts. “Missed these feet huh,?” he asks cockily. “Yes, I really miss the smell of them after a long day of classes,” you respond. “Yah, you do,” he responds, clenching your nose between his toes,” You’ll be smelling them soon enough when we get back. I know you can’t resist my foot odor all over your face.” He’s been keeping his feet in your face since junior high; you realise he likes the power trip from it with him quickly seeing you love being at his feet. Perfect friendship indeed to satisfy both personalities.

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twisted-talez

“Shoot your load up my ass, Seegar,” I begged, looking up into his eyes. His meaty hands were on my thighs, sweat dripping down his muscular body as he delivered a series of impossibly deep thrusts within my bowels. “You think my sister would have let you cream her cunt?” I asked.

“I think we both know the answer to that,” Seegar laughed, his cock swelling inside of me, his balls aching for release. “Open that cunt for me,” he commanded. “I’m about to bust.”

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twisted-talez

The brawny hitchhiker took my breath away, thumbing for a ride alongside the on-ramp to I-40, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He looked hot as fuck in an unbuttoned flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off, a ball cap turned backwards, and a pair of jeans sliding down his hips. Sex on a stick, as they say. And I was betting he had a big stick.

I knew not to stop for him. I knew all the warnings, heard all the cautionary tales. He could be a thief, an ax murderer, mentally unstable. No good deed goes unpunished. But those hairy pecs and washboard abs. And that perfect “V” formed by his lower abs, directing my eyes to his crotch. I had to stop. I had to have him, no matter the risk.

“Where you headed?” I asked, my car pulled onto the gravel shoulder, window lowered.

“California,” he answered, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“Damn,” I whistled. “You got a long way. I can take you as far west as Memphis, but then I’m dropping south to New Orleans.”

“Works for me,” he consented, climbing into the passenger seat and hurling his heavy backpack into the backseat.

He smelled of sweat and the open air, of frustration at having to stand in the sun for hours, praying for a ride. His pores were oozing an intoxicating mix of pheromones that drove me wild.

I wanted to climb into the backseat right then and there, offering up my ass to him, my face pressed against the window as he grunted his seed into me. But I had to play my cards carefully. Wild horses can be skittish, and I aimed to tame and ride this one.

“You got a name?” I finally asked after ten miles of excruciating silence, the engine humming along the highway.

“Cooper,” he responded, gazing out the window. “But everyone calls me Coop.”

“And why you heading to California?”

“My daughter—my baby girl,” he answered, his eyes still looking away.

He’s a fucking breeder, was my thought. Not exactly the news I wanted to hear, but not the end of the world either. Straight men—even those with a child—are not a lost cause. They just require a little more work, a softer touch, before they’re willing to fuck my ass.

“How old is she—your baby girl?”

“Six weeks,” Coop answered, finally turning his eyes to me. “I haven’t met her yet. My ex-girlfriend Brinn left me for another dude and moved to California with him. But then she found out she was pregnant.”

“You sure that you’re the baby daddy?” I queried, eyebrow raised.

“Yeah. Brinn says the baby is mine, the math only works out that way,” he reported. “She says her new boyfriend is willing to raise the baby as his, but I still wanna do the right thing and be in the picture, you know. I’m still her daddy.”

“Wow. That’s not an easy situation,” I sympathized. “But you sound like a good man. That baby girl is lucky to have you.”

Jesus, none of this was going the way I had planned. Normally, I would have steered the conversation to pussy, getting him to admit that he hadn’t gotten his cock wet in weeks or months. I would then offer up my easy hole, bending over for him in the backseat or, alternatively, a gas station men’s room. We would then part ways, his semen swimming in my bowels.

But Coop was a different matter. His big heart and his tender story had thrown me off my game. Picking him up off the side of the road, taking advantage of his predicament, to manipulate him into fucking me suddenly left a bad taste in my mouth. Sure, I still wanted his cock in the worst way. But I wasn’t going to force his hand.

The next few hours on the road flew by in a whirl, Coop opening up to me, telling me about his difficult childhood. His father had been a drunk, violent and temperamental. Coop wanted to be nothing like that with his own child, giving her the love and support he didn’t receive from his dad. He planned to find construction work in California, wanting his daughter to have all the things he lacked as a kid.

It was near nightfall when we made it to the outskirts of Memphis. My overall plan was to grab some dinner and then find a motel before heading south to New Orleans in the morning. But my immediate desire was to get Coop in my bed, and up my ass, that night.

“You want to join me for dinner?” I offered, pulling into a diner adjacent to a motel.

“Nah,” Coop refused. “I got some granola bars in my backpack.”

“Dude. I’m buying you a meal,” I insisted. “You can’t eat granola bars for dinner.”

Coop agreed reluctantly, taking a seat across from me in a windowed booth. Our waitress Darlene flirted with him unabashedly, batting her eyes at him, her big tits shoved in his face when putting down our plates. Back the fuck off, bitch, my eyes threatened her.

Coop ate ravenously, scarfing down a chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and gravy like he hadn’t eaten in a week. I encouraged him to order a banana cream pie he was eyeing in the rotating dessert case, secretly wishing he’d bend me over in the men’s room after dinner, my wrecked hole a cream pie when he was done.

“I’m gonna get a room for the night,” I gestured to the motel next door as we left the diner, our bellies full, but my ass still craving his cock. “You’re welcome to share my room.”

“Nah,” Coop refused. “We passed a truck stop about a mile back. I’m gonna see if I can hitch another ride on a rig going west.”

“Dude. When was the last time you slept in a bed?”

“About a week,” Coop admitted sheepishly. He looked dog tired.

“Then it’s settled,” I announced. “You can share my room. You’ll get a much better start in the morning after a good night’s sleep.”

Coop waited in my car while I went inside the motel office to check in. I half expected him to be gone when I returned—either his thumb out at the truck stop, or his dick inside Darlene in the back alley of the diner, her big tits bouncing as he fucked his load into her. But, to my elation, Coop was still there when I returned, his big feet propped on the dashboard.

“All they had was a room with a king bed,” I lied. “I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s fine,” he shrugged.

Coop channel surfed while I took a shower, his meaty body spread out upon the bed. I was hoping he would settle on some pussy porn to set the mood, but he was watching a nature documentary when I emerged from the bathroom in a fresh pair of boxer briefs.

“Shower’s all yours,” I announced, climbing into bed, my wet hair on the pillow.

Coop arose from the bed and clicked off the TV. Shedding his clothes into a pile at the foot of the bed, I was delighted to catch a glimpse of his big cock swinging between his legs. As I had hoped, Coop was hung like fuck. Jesus, I wanted him.

I turned off the lights as Coop got into the shower, counting the minutes until his return. On a whim, just before I heard the water shut off, I jumped up and retrieved a bottle of lube from my duffel bag. Quickly, I fingered a generous amount into my hole, discarding my briefs before sliding back into bed.

Coop emerged from the bathroom, his wet hair slicked back, as naked as before—not even a towel around his waist. Slipping into bed next to me, he rested his head on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling, his muscular arms propped behind his head.

“You gonna let me fuck you now?” he blurted out, almost impatiently.

“What? How did—how’d you know—?” I began to stammer.

“Dude,” Coop laughed riotously. “I could tell you wanted my big dick from the second you screeched to a halt alongside that on-ramp. I’ve been waiting all day for you to offer up your ass to me.”

“So you’re—you’re not—”

“Straight?” he laughed. “Shit, I don’t believe in labels when it comes to sex. Girls—guys—it’s all good to me. Brinn left me because I couldn’t commit. I just didn’t want to be tied down to one hole for the rest of my life, you get me?”

“I definitely get you,” I affirmed, my hand reaching under the covers for his cock. Coop was already rock hard, easily nine inches and thick as fuck.

“You wanna ride this big fuckin’ dick?” Coop taunted, pulling me atop him. “You wanna feel this big cock in your tight cunt?”

Straddling him, my legs spread wide on either side of his body, I sat on Coop’s big dick. Grinding my sphincter into his hairy balls, I gripped the entire length of his shaft from within.

“Christ Almighty,” he exhaled, his arms stretched behind his head. “You’ve gotta sweet cunt. I can’t recall the last time anyone took me balls deep.”

“That’s because you’re hung like fuck,” I teased him, bobbing up and down on his big cock, my hands gripping his meaty thighs for support. “Your big dick feels so good inside me.”

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” he growled grabbing me by the hips, his big cock suddenly a piston inside of me. I was used to taking control when I rode a guy’s cock, but this was altogether different. Unwittingly, I had ceded all power, all control, to Coop. In short, he was owning my ass.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I panted, leaning forward, my hands resting on his hairy pecs as he pounded my hole over and over. “Yeah, fuck my cunt,” I implored. “Fuck my pretty, pink cunt.”

And then it happened fast. Wrapping his muscular arms around me, his cock buried in my hole, Coop flipped us over, his cock never slipping out of me—an amazing feat of acrobatic skill. I landed on my back, all his weight upon me, as Coop pummeled my hole.

“Christ, I love fucking ass,” he bellowed on top of me, jackhammering me at a relentless pace. His speed quickened, his cock growing even more rigid inside me. His shaft swelled, his breathing intensified. Coop was about to bust, and I was ready for it.

Wrapping my legs around him, pulling him deeper into me, I eagerly awaited his load. “Cum in me,” I begged. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“FUCK,” he grunted, collapsing on me as his cock discharged in my depths, his beard scratching my cheek. “Yeah, take my fuckin’ nut.”

As Coop dumped his load in me, his cock throbbing with each spurt, I imagined that fateful night in which he impregnated Brinn. I pictured him grunting his load into her, just as he was with me, his sperm charging rapidly to her fertile egg, a homing beacon, instead of swimming aimlessly in my guts.

“Christ, that was good,” he moaned in my ear, collapsing upon me. I wrapped my arms around his broad back, stroking him softly, his big cock slowly going soft inside me.

Satiated, Coop withdrew and rolled off me, pulling me into his arms. Within minutes, he was snoring softly, his meaty chest rising and falling. I fell asleep with my head on his furry pecs, his warm load trickling out of my wrecked hole. We slept the night with our bodies pressed together—two random strangers finding comfort in each other.

An urgent pounding on the door awoke us late morning, the sun spilling through the cracks in the cheap, vinyl curtain. Coop jumped up to answer the door, his huge cock swinging between his legs.

“Check out was ten minutes ago,” the motel manager sneered, his eyes traveling from Coop’s big cock to my naked ass upon the bed, a disgusted look upon his face. “Unless you two boys want to pay for another night.”

“We’ll clear outta here in a minute,” Coop assured him, closing the door quickly.

We dressed hurriedly, an awkward silence between us, knowing our blissful time together had come to an end. Coop was waiting by my car, his backpack thrown over his shoulder once more, when I returned from dropping off the room key. He looked like a lost puppy.

“You want a ride up the street to that truck stop you saw?” I offered, tossing my duffel bag in the car. “I’m sure you’ll find someone heading to California in no time.”

“I dunno,” Coop hesitated. “I’m thinking I might ride down to New Orleans with you. Maybe look for some work.”

“What about your baby daughter?” I inquired, surprised by his abrupt change in plans. “I thought you wanted to see her.”

“Yeah—I do,” he acknowledged. “But she’s pretty little. She ain’t gonna know whether I’m around or not for a long time. And I can start sending money once I find me a job.”

“True,” I agreed. “But where are you gonna stay when you get to New Orleans?”

“I was thinking I might crash on your couch,” Coop ventured tentatively. “I don’t need much, and I won’t be any trouble.”

“Nah,” I dismissed. “You can’t sleep on my couch, Coop. That won’t work for me.”

“Oh—I see. Just forget that I—”

“Hold up,” I cut him off. “I don’t want you on my couch—I want you in my bed,” I smiled broadly, pulling Coop into my arms, my head resting on his broad shoulder.

It was late that night before we made it to New Orleans. We stopped twice for Coop to fuck my ass in the backseat of the car, the windows steamy as he grunted his load into me, and one more time in a gas station men’s room, my hands gripping the dirty sink as he dominated my hole with his big cock. Coop’s desire was insatiable. Sex on a stick, as they say.

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“Christ, it’s a scorcher today,” Dylan remarked, tipping his head back and reveling in the shade of the empty baseball dugout. We had spent the afternoon tossing around a football at the city park on my visit back home. It had been three years since I had moved away, and my best buddy had only grown hotter, more muscular, hairier. I secretly wanted him more than ever.

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“Who the fuck is Tyson?” my absurdly hot older brother Dawson demanded, appearing in my bedroom doorway while holding up my phone. A towel was wrapped around his waist, my eyes feasting upon his hairy, muscular body. “And why is this dude texting to ask if you’re taking dick today?”

“Gimme that,” I lunged for the phone. “You have no right reading my texts.”

“You left your phone unlocked on the bathroom counter. It was blowing up when I was about to get in the shower,” Dawson informed me, holding the phone high above his head, out of my reach. “That’s on you, bro.”

“Give me my fucking phone,” I persisted, trying to grasp it out of his hand.

“And who is Hunter?” he continued. “And why is he texting to see if you’re game to get tagged by him and some dude named Brent?”

“Stop reading my texts,” I screamed, as Dawson backed away down the hall, my phone still in his grasp as I chased after him.

“And why did some dude named Antawn text you a photo of—an elephant’s trunk?” my brother turned the phone sideways. “Nope—my bad. It’s a photo of his massive dong.”

“Dude—I’m begging you—”

“Fine, here’s your phone,” Dawson tossed it at me. “But when were you going to tell me that you take dick—that you’re gay?”

“I dunno,” I demurred sheepishly. “There’s never been a good time.”

“What about Mom and Dad?” he asked, his arms crossed over his meaty, hairy pecs. “Do they know that you’re gay?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “I came out to them when I turned eighteen.”

“Eighteen?” Dawson gasped. “That was two years ago. And you didn’t think you could also come out to me in all that time?”

“I just—I was afraid you’d judge me,” I confessed. “You’ve always been a fucking stud, always chasing pussy.”

“That’s not—”

“Don’t deny it,” I persisted. “Dad told me he had to start buying condoms for you in bulk when you were fourteen and he caught you banging my babysitter.”

“Christ, that bitch loved to fuck,” Dawson chuckled to himself.

“See—that’s what I mean,” I threw up my hands in exasperation. “A stud like you could never relate to a gay brother. So I decided to keep you in the dark.”

“That’s not fair,” he countered. “I might love pussy, but I don’t give a flying fuck if you want to bend over for half the guys in town. You’re still my brother. I still love you and will always have your back. You just gotta give me a chance.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I should have trusted you more.”

“Damn straight,” Dawson smiled, pulling me into a hug. As my brother held me tight, his muscular arms wrapped around me, my face buried in his hairy pecs, our bodies pressed together, I felt it—his hard cock.

“Dude—have you got a boner?” I asked, pulling away from him, the tip of his cock nearly peeking out at the top of the towel around his waist.

“It’s got a mind of its own,” he quipped, turning red as he adjusted his junk through the towel, the outline of his big cock apparent through the terrycloth. “Thinking about your old babysitter got me going, that’s all.”

“Have you ever—you know—fucked a guy?”

“Never,” he answered, insulted by the question. “Although this one bitch almost let me fuck her back door, but then she made me stop because it hurt too much. I hadn’t even gotten all the way in her.”

“You wanna maybe . . . fuck my ass?”

“Dude—no,” he spat. “I’m not gay.”

“You don’t have to be gay to fuck another guy,” I laughed. “Half the guys that fuck me—those guys that are texting me—are straight and just looking to dump a quick, easy load.”

“Duh—I know that happens, that straight guys use gay dudes all the time for easy sex,” Dawson acknowledged. “But I’ve never needed to go down that road. And furthermore, you’re my brother. Giving you my cock would be fucked up.”

“Why—because we’re related?” I demanded. “Because we share blood?”

“Yeah. That’s fucked up.”

“Uncle Greg doesn’t think it’s fucked up,” I countered. “And we share blood.”

“Jesus—Uncle Greg?” Dawson gasped. “Is that what you two are doing when he takes you bowling?”

“Dawson, buy a clue,” I laughed. “You know I hate bowling. Uncle Greg gets us a room at that rundown motel by the bowling alley and pounds my ass for two hours. The only bowling balls I ever see are the ones between his legs.”

“Holy fuck. Does Dad know this—that his own brother is fucking you?” Dawson questioned. “And what about Aunt Sally? Does she know?”

“Nobody knows, other than you, now that I’ve told you,” I assured him. “And nobody will ever know if you want to dump a load in me.”

“That’s not gonna happen,” Dawson doubled down.

“Then why are you still hard?” I observed, my eyes locked on his hard cock, straining against the towel.

“Jesus,” he exhaled, running a hand through his thick of head of hair. “This is just a lot to process, okay? I just found out that my own brother is gay—and now he’s offering up his ass to me. I’m just a bit conflicted, okay?”

“That means you’re at least considering the possibility of fucking me,” I deduced. “Then let me help make this easier for you.”

“Wait—where are you going?” Dawson demanded as I did an about face and returned to my room. From the hallway, he watched as I stripped down and placed by phone on the bed table. Reaching into the drawer, I produced a bottle of lube. I then positioned myself on all fours atop the bed, slathering my hole with lube before discarding the bottle on the floor.

“Come fuck me, Dawson,” I called to him, taunting him with my available hole. “You’re gonna love my tight cunt.”

“You tell no one about this,” my brother demanded, entering my room. Undoing his towel, he tossed it on the floor, his big cock springing to attention. “And this is just gonna be a one-time thing,” he declared. “I just want to see what it’s like to pound some ass, and then I’m never gonna fuck you again, okay?”

“Understood,” I turned my face and winked back at him. “Now get that big dick in me.”

“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” Dawson muttered under his breath as he climbed onto my bed, positioning himself behind me, his hands grasping my ass. “I must be fucked in the head for agreeing to—Holy fuuuuuck,” he pushed into me. “Christ, you’re tight.”

“I told you, bro,” I winked back at him. “Now fucking own my ass. Make it yours.”

Wasting no time, my hung brother moved his hands to my shoulders. Digging into me, he began a rapid assault on my cunt. My hole was no stranger to a big dick, but having my own brother’s big one up my ass was incredibly arousing.

“You like my cunt?” I demanded as he ravaged my guts, his cock a piston in my bowels. “Is it better than pussy?”

“Shit, man,” he gave me a deep thrust, mashing his balls against my hole. “There’s no fucking comparison. I love how fucking deep I can go.”

Suddenly all of his weight was upon me as Dawson slammed me into the bed. I was flat on my stomach as my brother pushed himself into a plank above me, his strong arms burrowed into the mattress on either side of me.

“Yeah, take this big dick,” he growled, jackhammering my quivering cunt. I raised my ass slightly, adjusting the angle of his thrusts. The slight change was incredible, allowing him to go deeper. My eyes rolled back into my head involuntarily with each deep pile drive that he delivered into my depths.

Over and over, he hammered my guts, his stamina unrelenting. I started to lose sense of place and time, my body succumbing to his unflagging assault on my hole. On the precipice of an out-of-body experience, I was suddenly pulled back into the moment by Dawson’s urgent voice.

“You want my cum?” he demanded, his balls smacking my hole with each rapid thrust. “You want me to shoot this load up your ass?”

“Yes,” I begged, his cock expanding in my fuck canal, his orgasm imminent. “Fucking seed me.”

“OH FUCK—SHIT,” my brother growled, his cock detonating in my bowels, his warm load spewing into my void. “Yeah, take my motherfucking nut—FUCK—FUCK.”

I reveled in receiving his warm load, our shared DNA, as my brother’s body collapsed upon me, writhing in orgasmic ecstasy. Slowly, the throbbing within me ceased, his balls expelling the last of his seed into my depths.

“Fuck, that was good,” Dawson exhaled, pulling out of me, his thick load dripping from my wrecked hole. He then rolled off me, crashing upon my bed, his head on my pillow as he reached for my phone on the bed table.

“Would you stop reading my texts,” I admonished him, curling up next to Dawson on the bed, my head resting upon his hairy chest. “Wait—what are you doing?” I demanded as he began to tap out responses to the guys who had texted me.

“Just inviting a few of these guys to come use your ass with me,” he offered, scrolling through my texts, sending out invites. “Mom and Dad won’t be home until late today, which gives us several hours for a good, old-fashioned gang bang, if you’re game.”

“That sounds hot,” I exclaimed, my used hole already twitching with anticipation. “And make sure you invite Antawn.”

“Oh—Antawn was the first one that I texted,” my brother assured me. “He’s already on his way. I want a front-row seat when you take that boy’s huge anaconda.”

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“Twelve in the corner pocket,” he announced as he made his shot and sunk the ball. Warren looked hot as fuck with a cigar gripped firmly between his teeth, his shirt partly unbuttoned to reveal his manly, hairy pecs. The stud was good at pool, but even better at fucking.

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