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“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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“Smell my pits,” Riley dared me, raising his muscular arms over his head, his eyes locked upon mine. Without pause, I went in for that hit of man funk—that sublime, heady mix of sweat and pheromones. Breathing in his musk had always intensified my desire for him. And though I knew it was wrong to lust for my own brother, an undeniable sin, I was powerless to resist him. 

Irish twins—that’s what my mom had always called us, given that Riley and I were barely nine months apart in age. He and I used to joke that our dad must have fucked mom in the maternity ward right after Riley was born in order to have conceived me so quickly. 

As boys we were inseparable, living up to our Irish twins monicker. It didn’t help when Riley flunked second grade and we ended up being in the same class at school. Though we had our own bedrooms, it was common for us to wake up in the same bed, our bodies twisted together like a pretzel. Mom thought it was cute. Dad didn’t like it. 

The armpit game commenced in high school. We had been shooting hoops in the driveway on a hot summer day, our developing bodies exuding the heady man funk of pubescent boys. It was Riley who started it. 

“Dude—smell my armpit,” he dared me in his squawky, pubescent voice, his nose turned towards his pit, inhaling his own musk. “It smells so fucking nasty.”

Never one to turn down a dare, I went in for it, breathing in his man funk. Riley didn’t smell bad to me. On the contrary, his musky armpit smelled good. It was like an extremely intense version of Riley, that unique scent that always lingered on him, on his pillow, or on his discarded clothes. And though I couldn’t admit it to my brother, or even to myself at the time, his man funk turned me on. 

“Yeah, it’s so fucking nasty,” I lied after lingering perhaps too long, my nose buried in his armpit, resisting the desire to lick his furry patch. “You’re so fucking gross.”

“No—you’re fucking gross,” he pushed me up against the wall, his nose then at my armpit. And soon we were wrestling on the floor, our sweaty bodies pressed together until one of us called uncle and gave up the fight. 

Looking back, that’s when it started, our attraction to each other. We never talked about it, and we were certainly too scared to do anything about it. We wouldn’t even jack off in each other’s presence, like some brothers. The only exception was our armpit sniffing. In some fucked up way, it became a placeholder for the incestuous sex that we denied ourselves. 

It didn’t help when Dad caught us once on Riley’s bed, my nose buried in his armpit, breathing him in. As usual, we both had raging boners in our shorts. 

“What the fuck are you two boys doing?” our dad demanded from the doorway, a look of disgust upon his face. 

“N—nothing,” Riley stuttered, pushing me off the bed as if we had been caught with his dick in my mouth. “We were just sniffing pits.”

“It’s—it’s just a stupid game,” I tried to explain to Dad. “I was only—”

“I don’t care what the fuck it was,” Dad barked. “Boys your age don’t do that kinda shit, you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” Riley and I replied in unison. 

I wish I could say that Riley and I continued our armpit sniffing—our innocent exploration of each other’s bodies. But Dad’s stern words had a chilling effect. He had shamed us. Instantly, a wall had been erected between us. 

It was Dad’s idea for us to apply to different colleges. He thought it wasn’t healthy for two brothers to be so enmeshed, to constantly live in each other’s shadow. “You two boys are always together,” Dad complained. “You even finish each other’s sentences, for Christ’s sake.”

That first semester, we had been apart for nearly four months when we each returned home for Thanksgiving. I almost didn’t recognize Riley. He finally looked older than me with his scruffy face and his body more muscular than ever. If I had thought my attraction to him had passed during our time apart, I was only fooling myself. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. 

We were shooting hoops in the driveway, aggressively blocking each other’s shots, eager for any excuse for our bodies to come into contact. As we played, I couldn’t help noticing the hint of chest hair that was peeking out of the scoop of his muscle shirt, in stark contrast to my own bare chest. I wanted to yank off his shirt and bury my face in his man fur. 

Mom left the house first as we continued to shoot hoops, needing some last-minute things from the grocery store before Thanksgiving. When Dad soon left for a trip to the hardware store, we quickly abandoned our basketball game. Another game, taboo and salacious, waited for us inside.

“Smell my pits,” my brother dared me moments later in his bedroom, like he had countless times before, raising his muscular arms over his head. Without pause, I went in for that hit of man funk—that sublime, heady mix of sweat and pheromones. 

But unlike all those other prior times, I didn’t just sniff Riley’s armpit. Instead, my tongue made contact with that furry patch, licking and probing his pit. 

“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, pulling off his shirt, giving me better access to his body. “That feels so fucking good.”

I licked slowly down his armpit, skirting just above his hairy pecs as I softly kissed up his neck. My lips eventually met his, Riley opening his mouth instinctively as our tongues began to dance. With our lips locked, we kissed passionately, fireworks bursting in my brain. 

“Fuck, you taste good,” Riley moaned as our lips finally parted, my mouth traveling down his neck, seeking the furry domain of his hairy chest. 

“There’s something else that I’d like to taste,” I announced, my hand rubbing his crotch as I continued to lick his furry chest, my lips moving to his nips, biting and teasing them. 

“You—you sure about this?” Riley cautioned. 

“Absolutely,” I answered. “Don’t you want this?”

“Yes—of course,” he smiled. “But what about Mom and Dad? They could come home at any minute. Dad would go ballistic.”

“Mom had a huge grocery list,” I assured him. “And have you ever known Dad to make a quick trip to the hardware store? He’ll be there at least an hour.”

“Okay,” my brother acquiesced as I returned my attention to his furry chest, giving it a thorough tongue bath.

Licking my way down south past his navel, I followed his treasure trail to my ultimate reward—his big dick. Kneeling down like a supplicant before Riley, I lowered his athletic shorts, his eight-incher smacking me in the face. His big dick was a lot like mine, though slightly thicker. And his furry balls looked to have more heft than mine. I was eager to drain them.

“Fuuuuuck,” my brother exhaled, his head tipping back in ecstasy as I took his big dick down my throat. I nearly gagged getting the entire length of his big one down my throat, but I succeeded admirably, his balls mashed against my chin. 

Riley moved his hands to the back of my head as I worked his cock rhythmically, his big dick gliding back and forth past my tight lips, his cock head ramming my tonsils over and over again. I was trying not to go too fast, to allow him to enjoy the ride, but I was also eager to taste his load. Riley had other plans.

“Can I fuck you?” he asked softly, extracting his dick from my throat suddenly, saliva stringing between my lips and his helmeted cock head. “I’ve jacked off thinking about fucking you every night since we left for school. I want it so bad.”

“But have you ever—?” I began to ask.

“No—not yet. You?”

“No,” I answered bashfully. “I think I’ve always been saving myself for you.”

“Same,” Riley smiled broadly. “I want nothing more than for you to be my first.”

Pulling off my shorts, I positioned myself flat on my back on the edge of Riley’s bed. Bringing my knees to my chest, I presented my virgin hole to my brother. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Riley marveled, spitting on my hole and working his thick finger into me. “It’s so fucking warm.”

Slowly, deliberately, Riley worked my hole with one and then two fingers, opening me up for him. Jesus, it felt good. I couldn’t imagine how much better his cock would feel. The wait wouldn’t be long.

“I’ll go slow,” Riley promised, gripping his big cock in one fist, pushing his helmeted head up against the pink, puckered folds of my wet sphincter. “You feel that?” he asked, his cock head stretching me, a flash of pain consuming me.

“Yeah,” I gritted my teeth, gripping his forearms. “Just push it all the way in—I think that might be better.”

“You sure?” 

“Yes,” I begged. “Just push in a little more and—HOLY FUCK,” I screamed as Riley went balls deep in me, his thick shaft stretching my virgin hole. 

“Sorry—too much?” he held still inside me.

“No—it’s good,” I assured him. “Just gimme a second to adjust. You’re thick as fuck.”

“Jesus, you’re tight,” Riley exclaimed. “I already feel like I’m gonna cum.”

“No—not yet,” I begged. “Try to hold back.”

“I’m trying,” Riley bit his lip, looking down at his cock buried in me. “I’m gonna start slow, okay?”

Pushing his hands into my thighs, Riley raised my ass and began to deliver some slow, steady strokes. Christ, it felt good. The pain had subsided, and I was reveling in the feeling of fullness inside of me, my brother’s big cock finally up my ass.

“You can go faster, if you want,” I assured him. “I’m feeling good now—you can pound me harder.”

“I’m trying so hard not to bust,” Riley replied, picking up the pace, his balls smacking my ass with each thrust. “I just don’t want the ride to end so fast.”

“Dude,” I chuckled. “You can always fuck me again later. Now that we’ve opened that box, there’s no going back.”

“You’re right,” he laughed at himself. “I’m going to want to fuck your tight hole, like, all the time.”

“I’m game for that,” I winked up at him, wrapping my legs around his meaty ass, pulling him further into me. “You still feeling close?”

“Yeah,” Riley responded through gritted teeth, desperately trying to hold back his nut.

“Dude—go ahead and bust in me,” I gave him permission, his cock working deep inside me. “Fucking breed my ass.”

“I’m still trying to hold out,” he began to reply before his cock started to throb in my depths. “OH FUCK—here it comes—OH FUCK—SHIT.”

I turned my head as Riley unloaded in me, virgins no more, his warm load spewing in my depths, his body quaking in release as he grunted out his nut over and over again. Despite my elation at being bred by my studly brother, something just outside his bedroom door had caught my attention. 

My eyes soon focused on Dad lurking in the darkened hallway, watching us. Dad’s pants were undone, his meaty fist slowly working his big cock as he shot his thick load into his left hand. By the time Riley had finished unloading in me, his sweaty body collapsing upon me, Dad had disappeared. 

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

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Eric was easily the biggest guy in the house. After three years on the lacrosse team he had an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. And he knew he had a sweet ass.  He knew there wasn’t a girl or guy on campus that wouldn’t kill to have a piece of it.

A bunch of us had been down in the basement drinking, typical for a Friday. There were no big parties this weekend, but we were all still determined to have a good time.  When one of the brothers made some stupid joke about asses of course Eric took the cue to make it about himself, the big oaf. He stood up and walked to get another beer and pulled his pants down around that hard round rump, exposing it and his probably still sweaty jock for everyone to see. The fucker strutted right by everyone while they let out a howl of laughter.  I laughed, knowing it wasn’t really funny, but did it anyways, and then as he passed by reached my hand out and smacked it.

That brought out a few extra laughs and a smile from Eric, who turned and looked to find the hand that tapped his prized possession.

By about 3am the all the girls had stumbled back to their dorms and everyone was either passed out or in some other house.  I had gone to my room to wind down and sat on the couch ti watch tv.  I had stripped down to boxers and a t-shirt by then.

There was a light knock at the door, “dude you still up?”  I didn’t answer and the door opened anyways.  Eric barreled his way through, obviously still buzzed and flopped himself down on the couch next to me with a thud.  "What the fuuuck man, tonight was lame,“ he said and threw his head back.  "You got a full beer over there?,” pointing to the still cold bud light on the table next to the couch.  "Yeah,“ I said, “It’s all yours man I think I’m done for the night.”  With that he put his hand down and lurched over to reach for the beer, the whole weight of his upper body pressing against mine.  I could feel the heat radiating from that giant slab of beef. Who was I to complain?

He sat back up and took a gulp.  "So what are we gonna do?“ He said a little louder and slapped his hand on my left thigh. I had no idea what he was after but I rolled with it. “I dunno man, I’m pretty beat, it’s late,” I said and stretched out some.  "Yeah, John and that skank are in my room” he replied and looked over with heavy eyes.  He took another gulp, damn he could drink, and asked “so’d you enjoy slapping my ass earlier?”  He let out a shit eating grin and craned his neck to the side.

The fuck was going on, I thought. I knew the boy would flirt with anything that breathed, he was just a lovable fun guy like that but damn, In three years in SigEp he’s never talked to me quite like this.

“Ha, yeah I guess man, you know you’ve got the finest ass around here.”  I tried to make it sound like a joke.  But damned if he didn’t go along with it.  "Oh so now you think it’s fine,“ he emphasized and still grinned like an idiot.  I gave an exaggerated shrug and said, “who can resist it.”  He gave just a little pause and the wheels were turning slowly in that buzzed brain of his. “I guess even my brothers can’t resist it,” he said acknowledged, giving me a push with his massive shoulder.  We both gave out a chuckle and he finished the beer he grabbed.  He tossed the empty can across the room and I watched as it pinged against the wall and back on to the floor. I felt him start to shift on the couch, but I wasn’t really paying attention when out of nowhere he turned and pressed up against me and planted his lips against mine.

I jumped in my seat at the move and didn’t know what to do at first. One hand pressed against my shoulder and the other against the back of the couch, pinning me there.  I let myself go into the kiss and started to give it back.  Fuck he was a good kisser.  His lips were smooth and his tongue began to slowly probe my mouth. As his hand started to move down my arm, I finally relaxed enough and put my free hand on his shoulder, pulling him in, if even possible, closer to me.

He briefly pulled away and began to shift his position closer to me.  "Dude, fuck,“ was all I could stutter out.  "Yeah, bro,” was all he said as he leaned in to resume his heavy kissing. He grabbed hold of my wrist and slowly pushed it toward the loaf in his pants.  The bulge felt massive and hot and a wet spot was starting to form where his dick was leaking.  Fuck that’s hot, I thought as my hand foraged around his package.  He leaned down unexpectedly and popped by dick out of my boxers.  In one fell swoop he engulfed my cock to the hilt.  I’m not sure where he got the practice but the guy had a smooth mouth and sucked like a pro.  He worked my cock as I undid his pants and released his dick from that gym used jock.  It’s impressive size was only made better by the thick vein running down the top of his dick. I bet he cums buckets.

He began to pull down my boxers, tossing them somewhere on the floor.  I went ahead and peeled off my t-shirt.  Smiling at me he sat up and took off that blue sleeveless t-shirt he had been wearing all night.  He had an expansive chest and was heaving as he stood up to shuck his pants and jock.  I couldn’t believe this beast of a man, a guy I had been brothers with for three years, standing over me.  The light dusting of chest hair and the dick swinging above me nearly pushed me over the edge right there.

Putting one knee on the couch he lowered himself down on top of me, kissing my neck and his hands grabbing the sides of my arms.  His weight pressed down on me as my hands explored his muscled and sweaty back.  He began to grind his hips down on my, our cocks pressing together as if they couldn’t be close enough.  I began to run my tongue along his neck and to his ear lobe, which seemed to set him off.  His thrusting became more persistent.  Slowly he worked his legs up to my side, his massive thighs pinning me down and he raised his chest slightly.

Eric let out a moan and began to rub his ass against my cock.  I knew what he needed.  He fished my cock out from underneath him and positioned it at his hole.  He slowly leaned forward and spread those round and hard muscled cheeks.  He pushed with the weight of his body down on my shaft and I gradually entered the tightest ass I have ever had.  It took him a minute to get far and he grunted and winced as it went in.  Eventually his ass enveloped my cock and he began to ride my dick.  His thighs were tight on my sides and flexed every time he rocked back on my dick, his abdomen thrusting his body back and forth.  The sweat started to run from his neck down between his massive pecs and over his tight stomach.  With one hand steadying himself on the couch, the other stroked his meat.

“I’m gonna cum,” he let out, and sped the pace of his jacking.  I felt my balls building up pressure at that point too as his ass constricted my dick and slid over it.  His breathing was rapid.  His stomach muscles clenched as he began to spew cum across my chest, shot after shot.  My dick exploded just after and flooded his insides with steaming cum.  "Oh fuck!“ he exclaimed as I came inside of him.

He collapsed on top of me.  His cum smearing on his chest as he forcefully inhaled and exhaled. He planted his lips on mine again.  I felt him smile as he kissed and then broke it off, placing his head down on the side of my neck.  He kissed it lightly.

“Thanks bud, I really needed that,” as on hand tapped my chest. He got up slowly and grabbed his clothes.  "I think John and his girl are still in my room,“ he said and paused, grinning, “I’m gonna shower quick, you think I could crash in your room tonight?”

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Ryan’s Lesson

“Drop your chest lower. Yeah, like that,” Ryan said, his voice calm but firm as he knelt at Ethan’s side, pressing gently between his shoulder blades. “You’re not giving him anything to feel. Arch your back more—you gotta push it out.”

Ethan adjusted himself on the couch, his knees sinking into the cushions. “Like this?” he asked hesitantly, his breath hitching when Ryan’s hand slid lower, pressing at the curve of his back to deepen the arch.

“Closer,” Ryan muttered, his hand lingering on Ethan’s waist as he stepped behind him. His grip tightened slightly. “But you’re still not moving the way he needs you to. If it’s too forced, it won’t feel right.”

Ethan hesitated, his fingers gripping the cushions tightly. “I’m trying…”

Ryan sighed. “Stay there—I’ll show you.”

Ethan froze as something warm and heavy settled against his cheeks. His breath caught sharply, and his body stiffened when he felt the slick drag of Ryan’s cock sliding along the cleft of his ass.

“Wait—you’re—” Ethan stammered, his voice catching as his knees wobbled.

“You weren’t feeling it before,” Ryan said smoothly, his tone casual as his hips rolled forward, the blunt head of his cock dragging lower. “You’ve gotta feel it to understand. Don’t worry, I’m not going in.”

Ethan whimpered as the slick heat pressed against him, the head of Ryan’s cock catching lightly at his entrance. The lube made it glide easily, leaving a faint wet smear as it teased his hole.

“But I can feel it—it’s rubbing right there—” Ethan gasped, his voice trembling as the pressure became more insistent.

“Exactly,” Ryan murmured, his chest brushing against Ethan’s back as his hands gripped Ethan’s waist tighter. “That’s where he’s gonna feel it every time you move. Tight, perfect—that’s exactly what he’ll want.”

Ryan’s hips moved in slow, deliberate rolls, the slick drag leaving a faint sheen of precum against Ethan’s flushed skin. Ethan’s breath hitched, his knees trembling as the teasing pressure made him shudder.

After a few more slow rolls, Ryan paused, his grip firm as he leaned down slightly. “Now, your turn,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Roll your hips back. Slowly. Make him feel it.”

Ethan hesitated but obeyed, rocking his hips awkwardly at first. The wet drag sent jolts through him, and he gasped, his breath unsteady as Ryan’s hands guided him.

“Good. Just like that,” Ryan muttered, his smirk widening. He pressed in slightly, making the drag more deliberate. “See? You needed a real cock to get it. Nothing else would’ve worked.”

Ethan’s rhythm steadied, his movements growing smoother as his face flushed deeper, the teasing pressure making him lose himself in the moment.

Ryan’s hands stayed firm on Ethan’s waist, guiding his movements. “Move with me,” Ryan said, his voice calm but deliberate. “Slow down—don’t rush it. Keep your hips loose.”

Ethan’s breath hitched as he tried to match Ryan’s rhythm, rocking his hips back hesitantly. The slick heat of Ryan’s cock dragged heavily between his cheeks, sending jolts through him with every slow grind.

“That’s it,” Ryan murmured, his tone low and approving. “Nice and smooth. Feel the motion. You want him to notice every move you make.”

Ethan exhaled sharply, his body trembling as he tried again. The blunt head of Ryan’s cock dragged lower with each roll of their hips, teasing dangerously close to his entrance.

Ethan stiffened suddenly, his breath catching. “Wait—Ryan—it’s—”

Before he could finish, Ryan’s hips pressed forward a little too far. The thick head slipped past Ethan’s tight ring, stretching him open in one deliberate motion.

“Fuucckkk—it’s in—” Ethan gasped, his voice cracking as his body went rigid. His fingers clawed at the cushions as the sharp stretch overwhelmed him. “My first time—fuck—it’s my first time—”

Ryan stilled behind him, his cock buried just past the ring of muscle. His hands gripped Ethan’s waist tightly, steadying him. “Shit—my bad,” Ryan muttered, his tone calm but dismissive. “Don’t freak out. Just breathe. You’re fine.”

Ethan whimpered, his voice trembling. His fingers pressed hard against the cushions as he tried to shift forward, pulling himself off the thick length inside him. “I—I can’t—” he gasped, twisting slightly to move away.

Ryan’s hands clamped down hard, holding him in place. “Don’t,” Ryan growled, his voice sharp and commanding. His grip locked firmly on Ethan’s hips, pinning him down. “Stay still. You don’t pull away until I say so.”

Ethan froze, his breath catching as Ryan’s cock pressed back in deeper as Ryan adjusted his hold. The sharp stretch returned, making Ethan gasp as his body trembled under the renewed pressure.

“Fuck—it’s—it’s back in—it’s stretching me out...” Ethan whimpered, his voice breaking. His legs shook as Ryan kept him firmly pinned, forcing him to feel every inch. “This was supposed to be with him—not—not like this.”

Ryan chuckled faintly, his hips shifting slightly to press deeper. “With him?” he scoffed, his voice thick with disdain. “That loser wouldn’t have lasted ten seconds in a tight virgin hole like this. You really think he could’ve handled you?”

“But, Ryan—you’re my brother!” Ethan gasped, his voice trembling as the reality of it hit him all over again.

Ryan leaned in closer, his breath hot against Ethan’s ear. “Exactly,” he murmured, his tone calm but firm. His hips pressed deeper, deliberate and unyielding, until Ethan couldn’t take any more. “Who else was gonna take care of you? Your first time was always going to be mine, lil bro.”

Ryan groaned low, guttural and raw, his grip on Ethan’s waist tightening as his cock jerked again, spilling more inside. “Fuck, you made me dump my whole load with how tight you were,” he muttered, his voice thick with exertion as his hips ground deeper, locking Ethan in place.

Ethan’s body trembled violently, his breath hitching as he gasped, “It’s—it’s so much—your cum’s filling me up—” His voice cracked as his back arched involuntarily, his trembling thighs betraying him.

Ethan whimpered, his breaths shaky as his trembling body relaxed under the heat spreading inside him. For a moment, everything stilled. He exhaled sharply, his voice almost a whisper. “It’s…over.”

He tried to move forward, to pull off, but the slick drag of Ryan’s cock sent an unexpected shiver through him. His breath caught as his body froze mid-motion.

“Fuck…” Ethan whispered, his voice unsteady. He shifted back slightly, the thick length pressing deeper again. His head dropped, and a low moan escaped him. “It—it feels too good.”

Ethan whimpered softly, his body trembling but no longer resisting. Slowly, he began to move, his hips rolling back into the sticky drag of Ryan’s cock. The wet friction sent shivers through him, his perfect arch drawing Ryan even deeper.

“Just a little more,” Ethan whispered, his breath catching as he surrendered to the sensation. His rhythm grew deliberate, each motion pulling Ryan further inside.

Ryan groaned low, his hips matching Ethan’s movements. “Perfect,” he muttered, his voice smug. “Exactly like how I taught you.”

[men-in-motion]

[twisted-talez]

“Can I fuck you raw?” asked Biff, an alumnus from my fraternity, kissing the back of my neck at the edge of the bed, his meaty cock head pushing against the tight knot of my sphincter. “You gonna let me breed you?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, bending forward and planting my hands on the mattress, giving him better access to my hole. “You can do anything you want to me—that’s the deal.”

We had a points system within my fraternity. Attending chapter and socials, along with performing menial tasks around the house could garner you points. In turn, these points earned you privileges such as a seat in the football block, or a prime parking spot near the house. It was an open secret that the best way to earn a shitload of points was to give your ass up to an alumnus.

Alumni brothers frequently visited the house. We kept a dedicated guest room on the third floor for their exclusive use. These guys weren’t just looking for a free place to crash—they wanted an easy ass to fuck, a chance to relive the debauchery of their days in the frat house.

When I learned that Biff Cooper, a distinguished alum passing through town, had requested the guest room and a “visit” from a brother, I jumped at the chance to score some major points by taking his cock. Although Biff had graduated around the same time as my own father, his big dick was still a legend.

At the instructed time after dinner, I went up to the guest room, eager to fulfill my duty by getting my ass filled with cum. Biff was naked and standing by the bed when I entered, eagerly waiting to use my hole. Fuck, his cock was huge—even bigger than the rumors.

“Come in, boy. I’ve got something for you,” he called to me, gripping his big dick, a wedding band on his left hand. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered. “Let me see that tight bod you’ve got.”

Some of the alums like to chat with you first, get to know you a bit before breeding you, but Biff just wanted to get down to business, which was fine by me. With a pump of lube from the bottle that resided permanently on the bed table, he greased up his big cock as he took his place behind me.

“Can I fuck you raw?” he asked, kissing the back of my neck at the edge of the bed, his meaty cock head pushing against the tight knot of my sphincter. “You gonna let me breed you?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, bending forward and planting my hands on the mattress, giving him better access to my hole. “You can do anything you want to me—that’s the deal.”

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” he growled, his cock head breaching my sphincter, the brutal yet beautiful act of penetration commencing.

“Fuckin-A,” I gasped as he dug his powerful hands into my shoulders and shoved his big cock up my ass with a violent thrust, his hairy balls mashed against my hole.

“What’s your name?” Mr. Cooper asked as he proceeded to pummel my ass, my body crashing into the mattress, my hands gripping the sheets.

“I’m Jimmy,” I winced, surprised that he cared enough to ask, and wishing he had used a bit more lube. “Jimmy Parker.”

“No shit. Is your dad James Parker? Class of ‘98?” he asked, delivering a succession of deep strokes.

“Yeah. That’s my dad. I’m a legacy,” I answered, proud that he knew my father.

“I should have noticed the resemblance. You look just like James. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree,” he laughed, smacking my ass. “Your dad loved my big cock.”

“Wait a minute. You fucked my dad?” I asked incredulously, tilting my ass to take him deeper.

“Yeah, the whole house fucked your dad,” he informed me. “He loved it up the ass, bending over every night for whoever needed to dump a load. And your dad didn’t need the incentive of some fuckin’ points system to take a cock.”

I was speechless. Never in a million years would I have suspected that my dad was once a slutty bottom, let alone even liked dick. I needed a moment to process this new revelation, but that wasn’t going to happen.

“Fuck, boy. You gotta cunt made for cock,” he growled in my ear, picking up the pace, his sweat dripping onto my back from his hairy chest. “You like this big dick?”

“Yes, sir,” I exhaled, digging my fingers into the sheets, my body succumbing to his power over me.

“Open that cunt for me,” he ordered, pressing my face into the mattress, his cock a battering ram in my bowels. “That’s it, bitch. Take this big, fucking cock.”

Though he seemed like a nice guy at first, Biff sure didn’t fuck like one. He was pummeling my hole with a reckless force, abusing my cunt with no regard for my level of pain or satisfaction. In short, I was fucking loving it.

“This just how I used to fuck your dad,” he hissed in my ear. “Shit, your daddy could take a dick—always wanting it harder, deeper.”

“Fuck me harder, deeper,” I begged not willing to be outdone by my dad, even when it came to getting my ass railed.

Delivering on my request, Biff’s hands moved to the small of my back, his weight upon me. He began to jackhammer my cunt relentlessly, his balls slapping my ass with each violent thrust. My eyes began to roll back into my head, consciousness fleeing my body. I was pulled back to reality by his booming voice.

“You want my cum?” he growled, his breath hot at my ear. “You want me to seed this fuckin’ hole?”

“Yes,” I pleaded. “Fucking breed me.”

“Here it comes,” Biff warned. “Yeah, get ready for it, boy. OH FUCK—SHIT. Yeah, bitch. Take my fuckin’ nut. FUCK.”

Instantly, I could feel his cock swelling and releasing his seed deep inside me. I reveled in knowing that my dad and I had been fucked and bred by the same guy. There should be a fraternity badge for that, I thought to myself.

“That was fuckin’ hot,” I exhaled as Biff ollapsed upon me, his hairy balls emptied. I had to admit that he was a skilled top. “You really know how to work a hole. Much better than some of the other alums who’ve tapped my ass.”

“Thanks, boy. I love breeding boy pussy,” he replied upon pushing off me, his cum gushing out of my hole and onto the sheets. I was glad I didn’t have to be the one to wash them.

“Well, I better get back to the brothers downstairs,” I announced while pulling on my clothes, my duty fulfilled. “Hit me up the next time you’re in town, Mr. Cooper. I would love to take that big cock again—points or not.”

“Sure thing, boy. Uh—Jimmy?” he called as I was nearly out the door. “Be sure to tell your dad that all the alums are looking forward to plugging his ass at the alumni BBQ next month. And you’re welcome to come along. We can always use another cum dump.”

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

[bold-new-look]

[twisted-talez]

My buddy’s hot dad was naked on the bed, the sheet pulled down to expose his used ass, cum dripping from his wrecked hole. He had just been bred by some random Grindr dude. Could my load be the next?

“Ryan, I want you to go across the street and meet that boy who just moved in with his dad,” my mom had demanded earlier that day. “I met the dad this morning while he was mowing the lawn, and he invited you to stop by. He said you and his boy Trevor are the same age.”

“Jesus, Mom,” I groaned. “I’m eighteen and you’re still trying to set me up on play dates.”

Knowing it was useless to argue with my mom, I went across the street that afternoon to meet the kid and his dad. I was taken aback when the dad opened the door. My own father was fifty-five, balding, and had a beer belly and man boobs. This guy looked to be no older than forty, with a fit, athletic body like the guys you see on the cover of fitness magazines. 

“Come in, Ryan,” he welcomed me with a broad smile, his hand on my shoulder. “Your mom told me all about you. I was hoping you might come hang out with Trevor. We’re new in town, and he doesn’t yet know many other boys.”

Trevor was pretty cool, I had to admit, and we had a lot in common. His dad had just bought him the newest PlayStation as a housewarming present, so we spent the afternoon playing games in his room. At dinner time, his dad poked his head into the room and invited me to stay for pizza. 

“You gonna let us have beer with pizza?” Trevor asked.

“Sure,” the dad smiled. “But your buddy Ryan has to spend the night if you two are gonna get wasted on my Budweiser. I can’t send him home to his mom with beer on his breath.”

After a quick text exchange with my mom, absent any mention of beer, it was settled that I would spend the night. Over dinner, I learned that Trevor’s parents were only just recently divorced, and that he chose to live with his dad—who was “cooler” than his mom. I would soon find out just how cool Trevor’s dad could be.

After downing about eight beers each over the course of the evening, Trevor started to doze as we played the latest Mario Kart in his room. It was a little before midnight when the noises began on the other side of the house—a low moaning, soft grunts, a repetitive knocking. It sounded like porn to me—good porn. And I wanted to watch it.

“Dude,” I nudged Trevor, stirring him. “Is your dad watching porn? Can we watch it with him?”

“Nah,” Trever yawned. “It’s probably one of Dad’s Grindr hookups. Dad likes to get his ass fucked. It’s why he and my mom split up.” Trevor than rolled over and promptly returned to his beer-induced coma. 

The noise of raw sex only got louder. Skin slapping skin, bed springs squeaking. “Mmm, fuck my ass with that big dick,” I heard Trevor’s dad pleading loudly at one point. After about thirty minutes, it culminated with the sound of a man grunting loudly, Trevor’s dad screaming, “Yeah—seed my fucking hole.”

My cock was rock hard. It had to be the hottest thing I had ever heard. At that point in my life, I had fucked a few girls and the experiences had always been—meh. My sexual encounters with girls sounded nothing like the raw, animalistic passion I was hearing from across the house. 

Moments later, I heard the front door close, followed by the revving of a motorcycle on the street. The Grindr hookup had left. Would Trevor’s dad be interested in maybe taking my cock next? There was only one way to find out. Tiptoeing out of Trevor’s room, I made my way across the house.

Trevor’s dad was naked on the bed, the sheet pulled down to expose his used ass, cum dripping from his hole. He looked to be dozing in post-coital bliss, but began to rouse as I entered the room.

“Oh—hey Ryan,” he raised his head slightly from the pillow. “Do you boys need anything? More beer, maybe?”

I made no response, inching closer to him. Once I was at the bed, I pulled down the front of my athletic shorts, exposing my rock hard eight-incher.

“Mmm,” he moaned, his eyes locked on my thick cock. “It looks like you do need something. You wanna tap my ass? Get that big dick in me?’”

“Yeah,” I nodded, pulling off my shorts, climbing onto the bed.

“You can fuck me raw,” he announced, as I positioned myself between his legs. “I’ve just been bred, so my hole is open and ready for you.”

Separating his ass cheeks with both hands, I examined his gaping cunt. His fuck shaft was red and abused, a drop of cum pooling at the opening. Wasting no time, I gripped my cock in one fist and shoved into him.

“FUCK” he cried out as I went balls deep. “Jesus, you’re thick for such a young guy.  Damn, I’m gonna enjoy this dick.”

His warm, wet cunt felt incredible. And it was tighter than pussy—way tighter, in fact. His sphincter gripped me at the base of my cock, just above my balls. I already felt the urge to cum, but I held back, gritting my teeth. 

“Fuck my ass,” he begged. “Fuck my ass with that big cock.”

I shoved my hands into the mattress on either side of his body, pushing myself into a plank. He raised his ass in response, tilting it towards me. The angle was incredible, allowing me to go deeper than I ever had in pussy, my balls slapping his ass with each thrust that I delivered.

“I was hoping you might wanna fuck my ass sometime,” he confessed as I pummeled his hole. “I saw you washing your mom’s car in the driveway yesterday, shirtless, your treasure trail matted with sweat, that big bulge in your shorts. And I knew I wanted to get you inside me.”

“You’re not gonna tell Trevor about this?” I asked, moving my hands to the small of his back, putting all my weight on him. 

“I won’t say a word,” he exhaled, wincing slightly as I rammed him hard. “But I think he suspects most of his old buddies have tapped my ass.”

“That’s hot,” I replied, looking down at my cock sliding in and out of him, slicked with cum from the Grindr dude. I wondered just how many of Trevor’s buddies had dicked down his slutty dad. The dude’s ass was incredible. 

“You gonna breed me?” he asked, his hips rocking steadily, matching my rhythm. “You gonna cum in this cunt?”

“Yeah,” I exhaled. “I’m trying not to bust too fast, but your hole feels too fucking good.”

“Better than pussy?” he taunted.

“Fuck yes,” I answered. 

“I bet pussy can’t do this,” he replied, suddenly gripping my cock with his bowels, his sphincter locked tight on my shaft, his ass twerking on my big dick. He was essentially jacking me off inside him. The sensation was overwhelming, and the urge to nut was unavoidable.

“Shit—you keep doing that—and I’m gonna—I’m gonna—JESUS CHRIST—FUCK.” 

It felt like my dick exploded in him. I’d never before experienced an orgasm so intense. My balls throbbed, my cock pulsed, as shot after shot of my ball batter blasted into his bowels. 

“Mmm yeah,” he moaned, still rocking his hips. “Breed this fucking hole. Shoot that warm load in me.”

I collapsed on top of him, our sweaty bodies melded as one. When my balls had finished spewing into him, I pulled out. A stream of cum evacuated his gaping hole—my load and the load of the Grindr dude before me cascading out of him and down the back of his balls, pooling on the sheet.

“Thanks for the dick,” he yawned, balling up the pillow beneath him.  “You’d better get back to Trevor’s room. He can get jealous when I steal his—toys. Do me a favor and switch off the lights on your way out.”

Trevor was dead to the world when I got back to his room. Pushing his lifeless body to one side of the bed, I fell asleep next to him, welcoming the bliss of post-coital sleep, my spent cock dripping cum on my hairy thigh. 

I went back to Trevor’s house the next evening after dinner. Trevor answered the door, surprised to see me. 

“Hey, bro,” he greeted with a big smile and a fist bump. “You back for more Mario Kart?”

“Maybe later,” I shrugged without much enthusiasm. “I’m actually here to fuck your dad’s ass again.”

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

[potent-virility]

[twisted-talez]

“What do you think?” my sexy boyfriend Adam texted me a selfie from the dressing room of a trendy clothing store, his phone held up to the mirror by his muscular, tattooed arm. He was wearing a pair of overalls with one strap undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his hairy pecs. “You think I can rock this look, babe?”

“You look hot as fuck,” I texted back as I shopped just twenty yards away on the main floor of the store. “I’d jump your bones.”

“Then why don’t you come in here and prove it to me?” he texted back. 

Three minutes later, I was on the floor of the dressing room, the overalls down around Adam’s knees as I sucked on his thick eight-incher. We both knew we could get caught, but risky sex in public had long been our jam. 

“You want to swallow my nut?” he asked, my lips wrapped around his shaft, his big dick battering my tonsils. “Or do you wanna bend over and let me shoot up your ass?”

“Up my ass,” I answered without hesitation, popping off his cock, saliva stringing from his wet dick to my lips. “Fuck me with that big dick.”

“Jesus, I love you,” Adam smiled as I hiked down my pants and turned away from him. I planted my hands against the thin wall, presenting my eager hole for his use and pleasure.

“Fuck, I love your cunt,” he exhaled, pushing into me, his big dick enveloped in the warmth of my fuck canal. “I could never grow tired of being inside you.”

It was no lie. Adam had fucked my ass twice the night before, and then awoke me at 7 am for another round. I often had to pinch myself to believe I had landed this hung, hunk of a man who loved me more than anything in this world. 

“Fuck my ass,” I moaned, his balls slapping my hole, my head pressed up against the wall of the dressing room. “Fuck me with that big cock.”

“It’s gonna be a quick ride,” Adam assured me, pounding hard. He was pummeling my quivering cunt at a rapid pace with one goal in mind—to dump his load in me as fast as possible. 

We both knew the drill. Sex at home was leisure and prolonged. Sex in public had to be quick and deliberate out of necessity. We had managed to never get caught doing the nasty in public, and we wanted to keep it that way.  

“I’m getting close,” Adam announced urgently, his cock swelling in my depths, eager to give up his seed. “You ready for my nut?”

“Yes,” I screamed too loudly, forgetting my place, my body pushed into the dressing room wall as Adam unleashed his load inside me. 

“FUCK—FUCK,” he grunted over and over again, the thin wall shaking with each forceful thrust of his ejaculation. I pushed my ass against him, taking his cock deeper, reveling in the feeling of his load spewing in my depths. The ride was over too fast, but it had been a good one. 

Just as Adam pulled out of me, his load dripping from my hole, an urgent knock came at the dressing room door. “You two need to open this door right now,” a deep, authoritative voice ordered from the other side. 

Fuck. We were busted. 

Adam scrambled to hike up his overalls, his spent cock marking the denim with a wet streak of cum. Quickly, he opened the door just as I had pulled up my pants over my used ass. We looked disheveled and guilty as fuck, the dressing room reeking of sex and cum. 

“Sorry,” Adam began to apologize as we discovered the store manager standing before us. “My boyfriend was just helping me to—”

“I know what your boyfriend was helping you with,” the manager stared us down, his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest. He was old enough to be our father, and looked like he was ready to dish out a beating for our juvenile disobedience. 

“P—please, sir,” Adam stammered. 

“Shut the fuck up,” the manager barked, pushing his way into the dressing room, closing the door behind him. “Which one of you was taking dick in here?” he demanded. 

“My boyfriend was,” Adam gestured at me with an apologetic look for ratting me out. 

“You want some more cock, boy?” the manager asked me, unzipping his fly and pulling out an absurdly thick, beer can cock. “Another load up your ass?”

“Yes,” I nodded in disbelief, dropping my pants, presenting my used hole to the manager, eager for him to give my cunt a good stretching. “Fuck me with that big cock.”

And as the manger pushed his fat one into my cummy hole, his head tipping back euphorically, Adam leaned into my ear and whispered, “That’s my good, little cum dump. Take his big, fucking cock. I love you so much, babe.”

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

[eroticate-deactivated20250514]

[1995-gayboy]

You've always been kind of a bully way back then. The guys at school had become scared to hang out with you, but that "bad boy attitude" got it going with the girls. You were everything they wanted and they all spread their legs for you.

A couple of years later, that was still going on. You even got tattoos and a big beard to fit with the attitude. Anytime you wanted, you'd get a girl in your bed. That was the life you always dreamt of, but soon, you wanted more.

Of course, you had sexy girls over, but they weren't the type to stay in the morning. You were having fun, but you were wondering if there was more to life. You began to dream about coming home to a loving woman who was bearing your child.

However, on that front, you really had no luck. All the decent girls wanted nothing to do with a bad boy like you. You were trying to turn your life over, but maybe you were in too deep.

That day, you were doing groceries. The most basic day. That's when you saw them : the gay guys you were always bullying in high school. It looked like they were now a couple, good for them! You took it as the universe's way to turn a new leaf; you decide to go see them and apologize for your past behavior.

As soon as they saw you, they both recognized you. You expected them to be scared, but their reaction was closer to disdain. The words stumbled upon each other as you were trying to explain how sorry you were. What was worse was how they seemed to not care at all about it, you felt like just an inconvenience for them.

There was an uncomfortable silence when you were done. They both shrug with a "Whatever" before turning their attention back to the vegetables. That's not at all how you wanted it to go. You tap on their shoulder, imploring for redemption.

"Why don't you care?" Your voice was a lot more desperate than intended.

"It's not like an apology will erase years of bullying..." His tone was dry and unempathic.

"What can I do to make things right?" You felt like you were begging them.

They looked at each other and seemed to agree before coming back to you : "Grab a pack of beer and come to our place tonight, we'll talk and see."

At last! You finally had a chance to redeem yourself. You were overjoyed and couldn't wait to become lifelong friends with them. You did as told before going home to get ready.

You arrive at their place - a really nice home. Looks like they succeeded pretty well in life to afford that, compared to your old and dirty apartment. They welcome you and each one take a beer from your pack.

The discussion was not flowing. You tried multiple topics, but it seems like you had nothing in common with them, who had more refined taste than anything you knew about.

In the awkward silences, you took sips after sips of your beer, you were getting tipsy now that you were opening your 4th beer. They kept listening to you with their bored looks while you were trying desperately to get them to like you.

Some words were getting slurry when you finally got enough of it : you get up and ask them directly "What should I do so you like me?" They exchange a quick look before agreeing and one asks you to take off your shirt.

You do as instructed and they compliment your muscular body. For the first time in the evening, they genuinely show interest in you, that's a welcomed change! They make you flex your biceps and do bodybuilder poses. You feel like an animal doing tricks, but you're glad you can finally entertain them.

Then, they ask to remove your pants. Without hesitation, you send them flying and you're now in boxer shorts. They ask you to spin around and whistle when they see your back. As you keep on doing the pose they wish to see, you can't help but picture you as a puppet they both control.

When they asked you to remove your underwear, that's when you started to hesitate. Were they abusing you? They looked so happy right now and if things take a wrong turn, you're confident that you could beat them both in a fight. So, you slowly take down your underwear until it lands around your ankles. As they compliment your dick, one of them stands up to kneel in front of you and he engulfs your dick.

"Oh shit!" you let out. You didn't have time to react before your dick was in his mouth. You look at his boyfriend, still sitting and looking pleased by the show. "Aren't you a couple? Why does he...?"

Amused, his boyfriend stands up while explaining they like to have some fun with others sometimes. He undressed and stood beside you, his hard dick pointing up. His boyfriend let go of your dick to suck on his. Dumbfounded, you watch the couple as one sucks the other. Your dick, covered in saliva, was now hard and the kneeled one takes it back in his mouth.

You gotta admit his blowjob is flawless. He's way better than any girl out there. For the next couple of minutes, he was switching between you and his boyfriend, looking to enjoy both of the dicks presented to him.

Then, the standing boyfriend turns to you and says : "In this house, we reciprocate." He put his hand on your shoulder and pushed down. You were enjoying so much the blowjob that you don't even resist as he forces you on your knees.

As you look up to his naked body, the kneeled boyfriend gets up and undresses too. You realize how tall and muscular they look from down there. Both of their hard dicks were now over your face, asking you to open your mouth.

Feeling belittled, you've got no choice but to cooperate. One of them grabs on your head and moves his hips to slide his dick inside your mouth. You don't even need to move, he's doing all of the work himself, you're just acting as his fleshlight. After a while, he gets out of your mouth and turns your head so his boyfriend can also enjoy it. He forces your head from front to back so his boyfriend's dick fucks your mouth.

They kept using your mouth for some time, until you move your head on your own, fully sucking them at your will. When you switch from one to another, they exchange an amused look before helping you to get up.

They ask you to follow them. One of them leads the way, the other closes the march. You feel squeezed in the middle of their naked bodies, you don't like that, but you have no choice but to follow.

Once in their bedroom, the first one gets on their bed on his knees. His dick points right up when he assertively asks you to suck it. You get on the bed on your hands and knees in front of him and take his dick in your mouth. Meanwhile, you feel the bed sinking down behind you as the boyfriend also gets on the bed. You don't pay him much attention now, but you intend to suck him eventually, when his turn comes.

However, you feel his hands on your unattended butt. Just now, you realize that the position you're in is giving him full access to your ass. You want to stop him, but you already feel a warm body part poking at your hole. Before you could move, he puts his hands on your hips and shoves his dick in your ass!

You want to scream from pain and to fight him, but the one you're sucking grabs on your head and holds tight while he fucks your mouth. The only thing you can do is grunting your pain and your anger.

"For years you made our lives hell, now it's time for some payback..."

They both hold you down while their dicks fuck you relentlessly. Around the same time your ass gets more loose, you start to gag on the dick poking in your throat. Your saliva runs down your beard, ruining it. At each gag, your ass tightens to the pleasure of the one fuckin it.

You're totally at their mercy. With their dick on both of your ends, you feel like a rotisserie chicken impaled on their poles, and you're also as powerless as that chicken waiting to be cooked.

You feel they're about to climax. You wish they both get out of you to cum on your back as you do to most girls. But you know they won't be that gentle with you.

The one in your ass is the first. He firmly grabs your hips and thrust harder than ever. Once at the deepest inside you, he groans as you feel his dick pulsating. That's it, you've now been bred.

However, that wasn't the man you were most worried about. Seeing his boyfriend cumming inside you sent him over the edge too, the man in your mouth couldn't hold any longer. His dick stops mid-thrust, then pulsates in your mouth. You feel it bursting out its load. Your mouth is filling up quickly, but you don't want to swallow, obviously. The filling is getting too much, no matter how much you try, cum is going down your throat. It makes you cough, which makes you spit out the dick and most of its load. With the mixture of cum and spit covering your beard, you look up and he takes a picture of you.

"For insurance... We want to make sure you're not gonna tell anybody, and you sure wouldn't want that pic to go viral, don't you?"

Broken, you weakly shake your head. You don't have it in you anymore to fight.

[theknobgoblin]

[twisted-talez]

“Fuck,” my cousin Dakota gasped, trying not to be loud as his cock erupted, spewing his warm load into my eager hole. We could hear our family downstairs, loudly conversing after Thanksgiving supper, taking a break before delving into pumpkin pie. The turkey wasn’t the only thing to get stuffed that day.

Dakota was my Texan cousin and the same age as me. He and his parents made the long drive from San Antonio to Tampa every Thanksgiving to be with me and my parents, our dads being brothers. From the time we were little, Dakota always shared my room for the three days that they were in town. As kids, we spent endless hours flopped on my bed playing the latest game from Nintendo or PlayStation. But now that we were grown up, we discovered a new game to play on the bed.

“Dude, check out my tattoo,” Dakota stripped off his shirt as we got ready for bed the night before Thanksgiving. The state of Texas was branded prominently on his left pec, the lone star emblazoned across his heart. “Dad said I had to wait until I was eighteen to get inked, so I got it on my birthday last month.”

“It’s really cool,” I admired it, reaching out to feel the tattoo upon his smooth pec, the fanning of dark hair on his chest barely sprouting between his pecs. “You and Texas,” I laughed. 

“Everything’s bigger in Texas,” he winked, grabbing his prominent bulge. 

The old adage was certainly true for Dakota—the boy had a big one. I had seen it many times on prior visits, having to shower and change in the same space with him. He certainly wasn’t shy about his endowment, and for good reason. I would have thought he would be more discreet about it when I came out to him as gay a few years prior, but it only emboldened Dakota more. I could tell he got off on knowing that I was ogling his big one, wanting it.

“You still seeing that girl?” I asked as we got into bed, reaching to turn off the lamp on the bed table. “What was her name?”

“Tiffany,” he answered. “Nah—we broke up.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he laughed. “I got too much dick between my legs to be tied down to one bitch.” 

There was no arguing with that. We were then quiet for a few minutes, lying side by side in the dark. I rolled onto my side to face Dakota. His arms were propped behind his head, the moonlight illuminating his muscular body.  

“How long since you had some pussy?” 

“Uh—couple weeks maybe,” he shrugged. “Bit of a dry spell, but that happens.”

“You wanna fuck me?” I offered boldly. “I’m really tight.”

“Fuck no,” he spat. “I ain’t gay like you.”

“I know,” I acknowledged. “But a lot of straight guys have no problem with—”

“I said NO,” he interrupted forcefully. “I ain’t gonna fuck you. Now go to fucking sleep.”

The tension was palpable, both of us lying there in silence, staring at the ceiling. I didn’t regret offering up my ass to my cousin, as I had wanted to find the courage to do so for a long time. But now I feared I might have driven an irreparable wedge between us. My fears quickly proved to be unfounded. 

“You wanna jack me?” he finally broke the silence. “I haven’t emptied the pipes since we left San Antonio three days ago.”

“Jesus,” I sat up. “Are you serious?”

“Fuck yes,” he replied, pushing down the bedsheet to his knees. “Have at it,” he invited, yanking down the waistband of his briefs and resting it below his ballsack, his nine-incher reaching for the ceiling. 

Not wasting a moment before Dakota changed his mind, I reached out and grasped his big one, my hand unable to grip the entirely of his shaft. His rod was thicker than my wrist, and so I used two hands, one at the base of his shaft, the other up closer to his mushroom head. 

“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled, as I began to stroke him up and down. “I can tell you’ve done this before.”

“Once or twice,” I laughed. “It’s the reason I always get invited on camping trips.”

“You bad boy,” he reached over and mussed my hair. “Tighter,” he directed me, wrapping his hand around mine, increasing the pressure on his shaft. “Yeah—just like that. You’re not gonna hurt me—it can take a beating.”

Call me greedy. Call me ungrateful. Though it was undoubtedly hot to be jerking off my hot, hung, straight cousin—I wanted more. I wanted to suck it. I wanted him to fuck me. And so I made a bold move. While still gripping his big one, jacking it slowly, I leaned over and took that fat head, dripping with precum, into my warm mouth.

“Nice try, fucker,” he pushed me off, his meaty paw making contact with my forehead. “I’m not gonna let you suck me.”

“Dude,” I protested feebly, his big dick still in my grasp.  “What’s the difference between letting me jack you and letting me suck you?”

“It crosses a line,” he informed me. “It ain’t gay to get a handjob. Jesus, that’s means nothing. But sticking my dick in you—that’s fucking gay, bro.”

“Fine,” I acquiesced, knowing it was pointless to argue with his deluded sense of what was and was not gay. “Will you at least shoot in my mouth? I really want to taste your load.”

“You’re so fucking dirty,” he laughed. “I ain’t putting my dick near your mouth. You’ll just try to suck me. But you can aim my load up my chest and lick it off. That work?”

“Sure,” I agreed, eager to get something out of the negotiation, even if his cock wasn’t going down my throat or up my ass. 

Deftly, I went back to work, stroking that big dick vigorously. Jerking him was so much more work than jacking my own cock, given his length and girth. My biceps were already starting to hurt, my forearms burning. Thankfully, that pent-up load meant that Dakota was not going to last long. 

“Fuck that feels good,” he moaned, his arms propped behind his head once more, his balls tightening. “Yeah—right there. Jesus, that’s good. You keep that up and I’m gonna—I’m gonna—Fuck, bro—I’m about to—FUCK—SHIT.”

Quickly, I angled his big dick up towards his chest and watched in awe as Dakota delivered a porn-worthy money shot. The first shot of his white gold discharged from his swollen cock and arched over his abs, splatting all over his chest. Rope after rope of his cum continued to fly, coating the state of Texas, and draining into the furry valley between his pecs, running into the cum gutters of his abs.

“Fuck, that was good,” he exhaled, his big one slowly going soft in my grip. “Damn,” he exclaimed, looking down at his chest and abs, glistening with pearly luminescence in the moonlight. “Looks like you’ve got a big mess to clean up.”

I quickly dove into his chest with my tongue, slurping up his creamy goodness. Jesus, it tasted good. 

“Yeah, eat my cum,” he directed, his hands on my head. “You like how it tastes, you dirty fucker?”

“Fucking delicious,” I replied, licking my lips, savoring his manly ambrosia. 

“Alright—I’m beat,” Dakota promptly called an end to the fun, stuffing his spent cock back into his briefs, pulling up the sheet. “Goodnight.”

I returned his nocturnal wishes, and then rolled over onto my side. I was just about to fall asleep, blissfully happy to know that Dakota’s load was swimming in my belly, when I felt his arm upon my shoulder, his lips pressed near my cheek.

“Play your cards right,” he whispered, his breath hot at my ear, “and maybe I’ll let you suck me off tomorrow.”

Thanksgiving day was a blur, our house filled with even more relatives. Thanks to my cock-block mom, I barely saw Dakota. While he enjoyed the Macy’s parade and a lively game of touch football in the backyard with some of our other cousins, I was too busy being ordered around—snapping green beans for the casserole, peeling potatoes, putting the extra leaves in the dining room table, ironing the table cloth and napkins, polishing the silver, and lifting the turkey in and out of the oven multiple times so my mom could check its internal temperature. 

My internal temperature spiked each time I got a glimpse of Dakota, my mind reeling at the possibility of sucking him off that night. By the time we sat down for Thanksgiving dinner with the family, Dakota seated next to me in the dining room, I was horny as fuck. I didn’t know how I was going to get through the meal without crawling under the table and sucking him off in front of the entire family. 

Dakota didn’t make things any easier for me. Halfway through the meal, as Uncle Clyde told a boring story about nearly shooting off his foot while duck hunting, Dakota reached over and grabbed my hand from under the table. Deftly, without drawing any attention, he placed my open palm upon his hard cock, straining through his jeans. And as the family laughed in unison at the conclusion of Uncle Clyde’s tale, Dakota leaned into my ear and whispered, “I want to fuck you—now.”

Thankfully, the meal ended moments later, my mom announcing that we would take an hour pause before pumpkin pie to allow her and my aunts to clear off the table, start the dishwasher, and make coffee. Dakota and I raced upstairs, quickly locking ourselves into my room.

“Face down on the bed,” Dakota ordered me as we stripped out of our clothes. “You got any lube?”

“Yeah,” I reached into my bed table and retrieved my trusty bottle of Astroglide, tossing it to Dakota. “You’re going to need to use a lot of it, bro. You’re hung as fuck.”

“Sure thing,” he winked, slathering his cock generously. “I take it you’ve done this before?” he asked. “Taken a cock up your ass?”

“Yeah—once or twice,” I laughed. “Just one more reason I often get invited on camping trips.”

“You cock slut,” he smacked my ass, climbing between my legs, preparing to mount my ass from behind. “You want this big dick up your ass?” he teased, pushing the tip of his cock against the pink folds of my cunt. 

“Yes,” I exhaled, his cock breaching my sphincter. “Push it in me—get its all the way up there.”

“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled, going balls deep in me. “Shit, bro. No bitch has ever taken all of me before.”

“You’re a lot to take,” I winced, willing myself to not scream as he stretched my sphincter to the max. 

“You ever taken one as big as mine?” asked Dakota, his big one gliding in and out of me, routing my depths.

“No,” I admitted, the initial shock to my hole wearing off, his big dick beginning to feel good inside of me. “You’re the biggest by far.”

“Yeah—I hear that a lot,” he boasted, smacking my ass, picking up the pace. “Fuck you’re tight,” he marveled. “I ain’t ever fucked a bitch that was this tight—not even virgins.”

“I told you I’m tight, bro,” I teased, twerking my ass on his rod. “The straight guys who fuck me always tell me that ass is way better than pussy.”

“They ain’t lying,” Dakota laughed, slamming his weight into me as he began to pick up the pace, his rhythm and pace building. “Shit, this cunt is good.”

His cock was like a jackhammer in me, ramming harder and harder with each thrust, his balls smacking the back of my ass. I could tell he was trying not to be too loud, but there is only so much one can do to negate the telltale sounds of fucking. Thankfully, it was going to be a quick ride.

“I’m already feeling close, bro,” Dakota announced urgently. “You good if I dump in you?”

“Fuck yeah,” I exclaimed eagerly. “Fucking seed my hole.”

Dakota initiated a quick series of thrusts, his full weight upon me, the bed straining under us. I could feel his cock swelling inside of me, pushing deeper as his throbbing balls pressed up against my hole. His breathing began to quicken, his body quaking uncontrollably above me.

“Fuck,” my cousin gasped, trying not to be loud as his cock erupted, spewing his warm load into my eager hole. “Fuck—Fuck—Fuck,” he grunted softly, as his big dick pulsed in my depths, flooding my void with his warm seed. 

He collapsed upon me, our bodies melded, as his cock finished emptying inside me. Slowly, his breathing returned to normal, his cheek pressed against mine. I reveled in this new bond that had been forged between us. Suddenly, I was pulled back to reality, the sound of Aunt Rita laughing loudly downstairs, the clink of glasses and dishes in the kitchen. 

“We better get downstairs,” Dakota pulled out of me abruptly, his warm load escaping from my gaping hole, running down the back of my ballsack. “I don’t want to get busted fucking you.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “You go ahead, and I’ll be down in a few minutes. You’ve kind of made a mess of me.”

“Yeah,” he laughed, pulling on his shirt and stuffing his wet cock into his shorts. 

From the bed, I watched as Dakota unlocked and opened the door. “Dad?” he gasped, discovering his dad, my Uncle Clyde, standing in the doorway, his arms crossed defiantly as he looked in upon my naked, ravaged body on the bed. “Dad—we were—uh—we were just—” Dakota began to stammer.

“I heard every bit of what you two were doing,” my uncle cut him off.  “Now go downstairs, Dakota, and help your mom put out the dessert plates. I need to have a little chat with my nephew.”

Dakota nodded sheepishly and headed downstairs, as Uncle Clyde stepped into my room, closing the door behind him. I was mortified, fearful that Clyde was going to rage at me for giving up my ass to his son. 

“Please don’t overreact, Uncle Clyde,” I pleaded, scrambling to cover myself with the bedsheet. “Let’s be calm about this. How about we go downstairs and have a slice of pumpkin pie, and we can talk about this later once you’ve calmed down?”

“Pumpkin pie?” he laughed, undoing his pants, pulling out a massive cock that was identical to Dakota’s in every way, my hole twitching in eager anticipation. “The only pie I want is some of your pussy pie. Now be a good boy and open those legs for me. I’ve got a big load that I plan to dump in your sloppy cunt.”

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

[tabbs1963]

[twisted-talez]

“You Kevin?” asked the hot-as-fuck Uber driver, sporting a plaid shirt and a ball cap, as I slid into the backseat of his car.

“Uh huh,” I confirmed. “You’re Trent?”

“Yup,” he winked, giving me an instant boner. “Shows here you’re goin’ to the—uh—Lucky Rabbit Adult Arcade out on 301 by the airport.”

“Uh—yeah—the Lucky Rabbit,” I cringed, having to admit to this hot stud that I needed his Uber to deliver me to anonymous sex.

“What’s an adult arcade?” Trent asked, engaging his blinker to merge into traffic. “Like a video game store for grownups?”

“Umm—no, not exactly,” I replied. “You do have to be 18, but you don’t go there to play video games. You go there to watch porn in these, like, little individual booths they’ve got.”

“Porn?” he queried, his eyebrows raised.

“Yeah—porn,” I repeated.

“I don’t mean to state the obvious,” he laughed, changing lanes rapidly to avoid a bus in the right lane, “but you don’t need an arcade to watch porn. You can do it on your phone, just about anywhere you want.”

“Yeah—I know,” I agreed. “But I’m not really going there to watch porn. I go there for other stuff.”

“Other stuff?”

“Yeah.”

“Such as—?”

“Uh—I go there to suck dick,” I replied, seeing no point in beating around the bush. “And sometimes I get my ass fucked there.”

“The fuck?” he gasped. “So you’re, like, some kinda gay whore—a male prostitute?”

“Jesus, no,” I insisted. “I don’t—I’m not a whore. I don’t get paid. I do it for free.”

“So lemme get this straight,” Trent stated, making a left onto 301, “you suck off guys and let them fuck you in the little booths?”

“Well, yeah,” I confirmed. “But some guys actually prefer to use a glory hole.”

“A glory hole? What the fuck is—”

“It’s a hole drilled into the wall between the booths,” I interrupted. “It’s just big enough for a guy to stuff his junk through it.”

“And you suck him through the hole?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Some guys like the feeling of anonymity—of not knowing who is on the other side sucking him off. Or maybe the guy needs to delude himself into thinking there’s some hot bitch blowing him through the wall.”

“That’s a bit fucked up,” Trent laughed to himself.

“Well—sex is a bit fucked up,” I opined. “That’s what makes it fun.”

Trent was then quiet, reflecting on our rather odd conversation as he drove me the rest of the way to the Lucky Rabbit. I had probably scarred this simple, country boy for life.

“Well—here we are,” Trent announced moments later as we pulled into the Lucky Rabbit, the parking lot jammed with cars.

“You wanna come in with me?” I ventured. “Maybe check out the place?”

“Nah,” Trent refused. “I’m not gay.”

“Dude,” I laughed. “Half the guys in there aren’t gay. They’re just straight guys looking for an easy way to get their rocks off.”

“Yeah, well, that ain’t for me,” Trent shook his head.

“Suit yourself,” I said, handing him a ten-dollar bill as I climbed out of his car.

“No,” he tried to refuse. “You’re supposed to tip me through the app.”

“I will,” I agreed. “But the ten bucks isn’t your tip. It’s the entry fee for the arcade, if you change your mind.”

I shut the door to his car and waved goodbye to Trent knowing I’d probably never see him again. Handing ten bucks to the clerk, I made my way inside the darkened arcade, the sounds of fucking—both recorded and live—echoing through the place.

Sliding into a booth, I was instantly rewarded when a thick, hairy cock came through the glory hole. “Fuuuck,” the guy moaned through the wall as I sucked him ravenously until he nutted down my eager throat.

“You’ve gotta hot mouth,” the guy whispered through the glory hole while zipping up his fly. I noticed a wedding band as I peeked back through the hole at him.

As soon as the married guy departed the adjacent booth, another guy slipped inside, sporting a familiar plaid shirt. “Trent?” I whispered through the hole.

“Yup,” he answered, bending over, his eye searching for me through the glory hole. “Is that you in there, Kevin?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed eagerly. “Why don’t you come into this booth with me?”

Trent agreed and quickly joined me inside the booth, our bodies pressed together in a room no bigger than a broom closet.

“I see you changed your mind,” I teased with a smile, wanting to pinch myself in disbelief.

“Yeah,” he acknowledged sheepishly. “I haven’t had my dick sucked in over six months. Who am I to pretend I’m better than this?”

“So you’re gonna let me suck you?” I asked, my hands undoing his jeans.

“Have at it,” he taunted, resting his back against the wall of the booth as I unleashed his cock, a hard eight-incher smacking me in the face.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Trent exhaled as I took him down my throat, mashing his balls against my chin.

“How the fuck can you do that?” he marveled. “I’ve never been deep throated like that.”

“Lots of practice,” I winked as I sucked his full balls, churning his seed before returning to his cock.

“Yeah, suck my dick,” Trent commanded, his meaty hands resting atop my head. “Suck my big, fuckin’ dick.”

I went straight to work, sucking his cock, licking his veiny shaft, and teasing his hairy balls with my hand along the way. I picked up my pace, sliding my hands up under his shirt, massaging his hairy chest as I devoured his cock. Trent’s breathing began to intensify, his balls slapping my chin. I could tell he was about to bust.

“FUCK,” he grunted, a blast of cum hitting my tonsils, his warm, salty load hurling down my throat. “SHIT—DAMN,” he continued as his cock throbbed, his balls emptying.

“Damn, that was a big load,” I gasped, finally surfacing for air before licking his cock clean.

“Yeah, I guess you could say I needed that,” Trent laughed, stuffing his wet cock back into his jeans. “That was fucking amazing.”

“Glad you liked it,” I smiled, standing up again. “You heading out now?”

“Yeah, I oughta go,” Trent nodded. “You leaving, too?”

“Not yet,” I replied. “I’m gonna stay. Maybe get my ass fucked. Unless you might want to give my tight hole a try?”

“No. I don’t—” he stopped himself. “I mean, I do want to fuck you, but not here. This place creeps me out. You wanna come back to my place? Give up that tight ass to me on my big, comfy bed?”

“Definitely,” I agreed. “But I might need a ride.”

“I think that can be arranged,” Trent grinned, grabbing me by the hand and dragging me out of the Lucky Rabbit to his awaiting Uber, my eager hole throbbing with each step.

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

From the Twisted-Talez Vault 🔓

[bold-new-look]

[twisted-talez]

“What brings you out today?” the salesman asked as he approached me on the car lot, flashing his pearly whites. He was sporting a pair of dark shades, and looked hot as fuck in a tight shirt that hugged his muscular, tattooed body. But what I wanted, more than any car on that lot, was to take a ride on that bulging cock in his pants. 

“We’ve got some new models that just came in last week,” he continued without pausing, “which means we’re making some great deals on last year’s models. You looking to purchase or lease?”

“I’m looking for Brent,” I stated, ignoring his question as I appraised his fine physique. “Are you Brent?”

“Yeah—I’m Brent,” he smiled broadly, like any good salesman. “Did a buddy refer you to me? Because we love to get referrals from our happy—”

“Cameron sent me,” I cut him off. 

“Cameron?” he cocked his head, removing his dark shades to reveal a raised eyebrow. 

“Cameron,” I repeated. “He told me he took a test drive with you yesterday, and said I should come take a test drive with you, too.”

“Yeah—I remember Cameron,” he smiled deviously, looking over his shoulder to make sure no other sales associates were around. “Is he a buddy of yours?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “A close buddy.”

“I bet he is,” Brent winked, looking me up and down as he adjusted his package. “Yeah, man. I’m down for a test drive with you. Meet me up by the show room. I’m just gonna pull a dealer tag and the keys to a sweet RAV4 that we just got on the lot. I think you’ll enjoy the—ride.”

“Make a right up here,” he directed a few minutes later as we pulled out of the dealership. “I know a discreet spot that’s just up the road.”

“You do this a lot?” I asked. “Let guys suck you off on test drives?”

“Now and then,” Brent admitted. “It gets pretty boring standing around in the lot all day, hoping to make a sale. I’m not gonna turn down some easy head when it comes my way, you get me?”

“I get you,” I smiled, looking over at his tented pants. Cameron had told me the guy’s cock was a mouthful, which appeared to be no exaggeration. 

“How do you know Cameron?” he asked, gesturing for me to turn left. “Is he, like, your boyfriend?”

“Jesus, no,” I laughed. “We’re fraternity brothers over at State.”

“What is it with you frat guys?” Brent chuckled. “I would have gone Greek in college, had I known you all like to suck dick so much.”

I ignored the jab as he directed me to pull in behind an old bowling alley that was boarded up. The location was perfect, hidden away from the street and any prying eyes. 

“Have at it, man,” he invited, unzipping and pulling out a thick eight-incher as I put the car in park. “I’m warning you—I shoot a big load.”

“Sweet,” I licked my lips, undoing my seatbelt, leaning over to finally taste that beautiful cock. “I love a big load.”

“Just to be clear,” he braced his meaty hand against my chest to stop me, “I expect you to swallow my nut. I can’t bring this car back to the dealership with my load sprayed all over the windows and seats, got it?”

“Yes,” I agreed “I won’t miss a single drop.”

“Good,” Brent smiled wickedly, grabbing me by the back of my head and forcing his big cock down my throat. “That’s it, bitch. Fucking choke on this big dick.”

Instantly, his balls were mashed against my chin, his cock head halfway down my esophagus, my nostrils buried in his heady pubes. Fuck, it felt good.

Gripping my head in his meaty hands, he raised his hips in his seat and began a full-fledged assault on my throat, battering my tonsils over and over again. Deftly, I unhinged my jaw, giving him the freedom to fuck my throat as deep as he could go. 

“Fuck, man,” he growled, his cock a battering ram down my throat. “If my girlfriend could suck dick as good as you, I might put a ring on her finger.”

No bitch could ever suck dick as good as me, I wanted to reply, but his big cock was too busy pummeling my vocal cords. I was loving his big dick, eager to taste his load. Yet Brent had other plans. 

“You like to get fucked?” Brent asked, his meaty hand sliding down the back of my pants, his thick finger teasing my hole. “You want this big dick up your ass?”

I couldn’t believe what was happening. Cameron had told me the dude was a head only kind of guy, who had turned down the opportunity to fuck Cameron’s ass. It must have been my lucky day.

“Fuck my ass,” I begged, coming up for air, sliding down my shorts as I prepared to mount his wet cock right there on the passenger seat. “Get that big dick in me.”

“Hold up—hold up,” he stopped me, opening the car door. “It’s too cramped in here. How ‘bout you bend over the hood for me?”

I hadn’t been fucked over the hood of a car since my miscreant uncle took me to the state fair for my eighteenth birthday, his hairy cock shooting a load up my ass as we watched the closing fireworks from the parking lot. I was eager to relive the experience. 

“I don’t have a condom,” Brent announced just before entering me, spitting on his cock. “You cool if I fuck you raw?”

“Hell yeah,” I agreed, my face pressed against the warm hood of the car, my ass presented to him. “Fucking raw dog this hole.”

“Damn,” he exclaimed, his cock head teasing my puckered hole, just barely pushing against the pink folds of my sphincter. “My girlfriend always makes me wrap it.”

“I’m not your—” I began to say before he gripped me by the shoulders and shoved into me. “FUUUCK,” I screamed, blinded by a flash of pain in my depths. “Dude, it’s too dry—more spit.”

Pulling out partly, he hawked another wad of spit on his shaft before pushing back into me, his thick cock gliding in and out of my hole satisfactorily. Jesus, his big dick felt good up my ass.

“Christ, you’re tight,” he marveled, pushing balls deep in me, my sphincter gripping his cock at the base. “I’ve fucked virgins that weren’t this tight.”

“Does it feel good?” I asked, grinding my ass against him. “You like my cunt?”

“Fuck yeah,” Brent exhaled, delivering a series of slow, deliberate strokes. “Your hole feels fucking amazing.”

“Then wreck my cunt,” I begged. “Fucking own it.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” he smacked my ass with one hand, picking up the pace. Going from zero to sixty in about two seconds, he began to pummel my hole with a fierce intensity, his hairy balls slapping against my ass with each thrust. “You like it rough, bitch?”

“Fuck yes,” I moaned, my arms splayed against the hood of the car. “Gimme all you got.”

And he did. Jesus fucking Christ, he wrecked me. Moving his hands to my hips, Brent began to jackhammer the living shit out of me, his thick cock pushing deeper and deeper inside me. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed off the back walls of the bowling alley over and over, his cock relentless in me. 

“Can I cum in you?” he asked urgently? “Can I shoot my load up your ass?”

“Yes,” I pleaded. “Fucking breed my hole.”

I could feel his shaft expanding in me, straining against my defeated sphincter. A deep throbbing started to build inside me, followed by a steady vibration as his whole body began to quake.

“FUCK,” he barked, his cock exploding inside of me. The flood gates opened, a torrent of cum releasing into my bowels. A warmth began to radiate from deep within me as his cock spurted over and over again, his balls in blissful release. 

“Shit, I needed that,” he exhaled, pulling out of me abruptly. His pearly load succumbed to gravity, careening from my gaping hole and splatting upon the asphalt beneath me. “You’ve got a cunt made for cock, dude.”

“Thanks, man,” I smiled, pulling up my pants, his warm load squished between my ass cheeks.

“We better get back,” he announced, stuffing his spent cock into his pants and zipping himself back up. 

“Pull up in front of the show room,” he directed as we arrived back to the dealership moments later. “What did you think of the car?”

“I fucking loved it,” I winked, still playing along with our ruse as I shifted the car into park. “It was the best ride I’ve had in a long time.”

“Awesome,” Brent smiled. “Why don’t you come inside and I’ll see if I can round up the sales manager?”

“Sales manager?” I replied, confused. “Dude—I’m not actually looking to buy a car. I just came here for your dick.”

“Don’t worry,” Brent laughed. “The sales manager isn’t going to sell you a car. His wife just had a baby, and his balls are backed up. I think he could really use your sweet cunt, if you’re game.”

“I’m game,” I replied excitedly, my used ass eagerly anticipating my second ride of the day.

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

[your-beard-got-my-attention]

[twisted-talez]

“What’s up, dude?” my new, hot-as-fuck neighbor acknowledged me with a quick nod as I joined him in the elevator. He had just worked out in our building’s gym and looked like sex on a stick with his manly beard, his muscles pumped, a faint sheen of post-workout sweat coating his hairy body. Jesus, I wanted him. 

“I’m—I’m Kirk,” I stammered, extending my hand, my eyes appraising every inch of his glorious body. “We haven’t met yet. I live on the same floor as you and your wife.”

“Reese,” he introduced himself, grasping my hand in an Alpha-male death grip. “And she’s not my wife—she’s just my girlfriend.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I floundered, hitting the elevator button for our floor. “I just assumed you two are married because she looked to be—”

“Pregnant,” he cut me off. “Yeah—she’s six months. Fuck my life, right?”

“Right,” I smiled awkwardly. 

“What’s your deal?” Reese asked, his right eyebrow cocked. “You married, have a girlfriend?”

“Oh—god no,” I laughed. “I’m actually gay and, I know this probably sounds bad, but I have no interest in a long-term relationship.”

“You’d rather just sleep around?” he inquired, eyeing me up and down. “Fuck any guy you want?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged, for he had hit the nail on the head. “Is it fucked up that I prefer random hookups over a relationship?”

“Not at all,” he sympathized. “I was just like you—fucking around a lot—which is how I got stuck living with the bitch I knocked up.”

My jaw dropped at his admission, but before I could say anything, we arrived at our floor, the elevator doors opening. Reese extended his palm outward, signaling for me to exit before him.

“Which apartment are you?” he inquired as we walked down the hall. He was so close behind me that I could feel his warm breath at my neck.

“I’m in 642, just a couple doors down from you and your—uh—girlfriend,” I answered. “Feel free to drop by anytime if you need anything.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Reese replied halfheartedly, his key in his door. “See you around maybe.”

Back in my apartment, I poured myself a glass of wine and queued up the next episode of Severance. I had barely made it to the opening credits, when a rapid knock came at my door. A quick glance through the peephole revealed Reese, still shirtless, his arms crossed over his hairy pecs in an impatient stance.

“You said that I could stop by if I needed anything?” he ventured as I opened the door, his one eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, sure. What can I—?”

But before I could finish, Reese pushed me through the doorway, the door slamming behind us. His muscular arms pulled me into him, his meaty hand traveling down the back of my shorts, searching for my hole.

“What I need,” he hissed in my ear, “is to get my big dick inside you.”

His thick finger pushed into me, probing my hole as he pulled down my shorts to my ankles. We had made it as far as my living room, where he spun me around, bending me over the side of the couch, my face pushed into the cushions. I looked back as he pulled down the front of his shorts, his nine-incher raging hard, eager to be buried in me.

He had removed his finger and was already pushing the rounded head of his cock against the pink folds of my sphincter. Was he intending to dry fuck me?

“Dude,” I begged. “You’re big as fuck. I’m gonna need some lube to get you in me. I’ve got some in my bedroom.”

But he ignored me, hawking a wad of phlegm onto my hole, rubbing it into my sphincter with his cock head. And then, grabbing me by the hips—BAM—he was inside me.

“FUCK,” I cried out, my hole torn in two, a white-hot pain blinding me. I hadn’t been spit fucked since losing my virginity to my drunk uncle on a camping trip, his breath laced with beer as he pounded his load into me. And this hurt every bit as much as that time—possibly more. 

“Dude,” I tried to stop him. “Spit on it some more. My hole is too fucking dry.”

Thankfully, Reese complied, pulling out of me enough to hawk a second wad of phlegm onto his thick shaft before pushing back into me. The additional saliva helped, his cock gliding easily inside me, routing my depths. It had been awhile since I’d taken a cock that big, and I reveled in the fullness inside me.

“You like my ass?” I implored, seeking affirmation from him. “You like having that big dick in me?”

“Shit, man,” he exhaled, delivering some deep strokes. “It feels fucking incredible. It’s been a long time since I fucked a dude. I’d forgotten how much better it feels—how much tighter.”

“And you can cum in me,” I added, his balls slapping my ass. “Shoot that load up my ass.”

“Fuck that’s hot,” he replied, pounding me harder.

He raised himself onto the balls of his feet as he tilted my ass. The angle was incredible, his cock pounding my inner sphincter. His hands wrapped around my torso as he bent forward, pulling me into him, our bodies pressed together. Over and over he pummeled me, his sweaty, hairy chest rubbing against my back, his thick beard scratching my shoulder, driving me wild.

“OH FUCK,” he announced urgently, his big cock swelling inside me, pressing against the walls of my fuck canal.  “OH SHIT—I’m gonna shoot—FUCK—SHIT.”

His body convulsed, his cock throbbing inside me, his warm load shooting into my depths. I wondered if it felt the same for his girlfriend when he dumped his load in her, his seed charging to her womb, germinating inside her. Comparatively, his swimmers would experience a futile mission in my barren bowels.

“Damn, I needed that,” he pulled out of me abruptly, slapping me on the ass while his pearly cum streamed from the gaping cavern that was once my hole. 

“You’re welcome to clean up or shower, if you like,” I offered, my face still buried in the couch cushions, my ravaged body immobile. “There’s soap and towels in my bathroom.”

“Nah, I’m good,” Reese shrugged, pulling up his athletic shorts, stuffing his wet cock back into them as he returned to my front door. “See you around, bro.”

Weak on my legs, I ambled to my bedroom, crashing onto my bed. As I drifted off to a blissful, post-coital sleep, his load still leaking from me, I wondered if Reese might want to fuck me again soon. I didn’t have to wonder for long.

I was pouring myself a cup of coffee the next morning, my abused hole still puffy and sore, when another rapid knock came to my door. The peephole revealed Reese once again. 

“You interested in a quick fuck before I head to work?” he pushed inside my apartment as I opened the door, dragging me back to the couch. “I work better if I can dump a load before I start my day.”

“We don’t have to fuck on the couch,” I implored, as he bent me over the side again. “Wouldn’t you rather fuck me in my bed—with some lube?”

“Your bed?” he scoffed, hawking a wad of phlegm onto his big cock. “Why would I want to do that? I’m not your fucking boyfriend.”

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

[101koach]

[rutternut]

Nate was on his hands and knees, in front of my car, naked and glistening under the wet soapy water, as I watched him scrub my car clean in the empty neighborhood. I'm the first one to move into this new constructed home area, and per the real estate company, no one else is set to move in for weeks, which made my subjugation of Nate body to my heart and dick's content all the more sweet when I won our big bet. Nate and I met in college, and aside from a drunk night where he blew me before falling asleep, we remained good friends and met up often. He was straight, and I was into guys. Unfortunate for him he had just broken up with a girl he was seeing for a few months. As he was heartbroken and was starting a new job across the city near my neighborhood, I offered to house him for a month or two as he got his bearings.

The first two weeks was a lot of bro hangouts. After work was a lot of video games, gym, and dinners. I don’t wear a lot around the house, sometimes just a pair of mesh shorts, and Nate seemed to do the same after he moved in, being comfortable with me any everything. He wasn’t doing too hot with scoring girls over, and it wasn’t lost upon him that I practically had a revolving door of hot muscular guys in and out of my room. Sometimes they’d leave while he’s in the common areas, and chat it up. “The guys you bring over are, honestly, super attractive man. You must got a big dick” Nate said one night as we were drinking and doing our fantasy league draft. I chuckled. “No complaints here, love me some nice pair of holes to sink my dick into. What about you dude, score any recently?” He shook his head. “Nah, nothing recently. Tried to go out with some girls but it never works out. Maybe I’m still hung up on the breakup,” he sighed. “How about guys?” I pondered. “I’ve thought about it. Seems easier, honestly. Limited experience though to, you know, that one night…” he trailed off. “Dude you’d kill it in the gay hookup world. You’re fit and beefy, I’d fuck you as much as I could get my hands on you if you were into it.” I let slip. Fuck it, I was buzzed and comfortable. Nate laughed it off, but seemed to think a bit on it. A moment later, he continued. “Okay, time for the wager. What’s do you say? I was thinking of buying that bike of yours since you’ve been hemming and hawing. If I win, will you sell it to me?” “Damn, Nate, stop pressuring me! Okay, fine,” I laughed, he’s been obsessed with it forever. “But if I win, I want you, Nate. You’d be mine for 1 month.” “For what,” he asked, giving me a look when he sees trouble ahead from one of my shenanigans. “You know, to do whatever I want or say. Like…my bitch, or my slave. Whatever you want to call it.” “You’re going to fuck me, aren’t you,” he groaned as I grinned. “Only if I win. Otherwise you get the bike. C’mon, I love my bike, but I want to get you more comfortable exploring stuff with guys too. No strings attached. I won’t catch feels. It works different with some gays like me” I raised my eyebrow, waiting. Nate grinned back after a pensive moment. “Sounds cheesy and romantic, but you have yourself a deal.” As we shook hands. “What did I get myself into…” he muttered as we finished our draft picks.

He in fact got himself into a whole lot of sex. When I won, I put on the table a bottle of rum. As I told him each of my new rules, I had him drink a shot and strip an article of clothing: Unless I say otherwise, when he walks into my house or backyard he isn’t allowed any clothes and should strip right at the entrance before hanging up or putting his clothes away. He is unable to jerk off or cum without my permission, and if he needs to cum to find me first. And he should always offer his mouth or ass when he sees me. He should show me evidence that he’s practicing with his hikes at least once a day, other by me using him or with a video of him using dildos that I’ll buy him. And finally, addressing me as Sir while in private. He was shaking as I finished up the rules, standing stark naked with a semi hard-on as I began dominating his life.

That first night, I didn’t make him use his holes. I had him on the floor in-between my legs as I sat on the couch. I coached him through playing with another guy’s dick and balls and let him get used to the tactile sensations of handling a stiff dick. I made him jerk me off to completion as I erupted and shot globs of cum onto his face and fingers. As I came down from my orgasm I saw Nate’s own dick hard bouncing in the air as he kneeled there. I had him clean me up with a towel before we went to shower. I lathered him up and played a bit with his dick and chest, as well as his muscled ass, before we got out to dry. I made him get into my bed for the night as I big spooned him, my semi hard dick nestled in-between his asscheeks. “Hmmm, never been little spoon,” he muttered sleepily before he drifted off to sleep as I felt his chest rise and fall rhythmically.

That morning he woke me up with a half decent blowjob. I had to tell him go watch the teeth a few times but after some rough handling of his hair he got the hint. I started to get him used to taking dick down his throat, and eventually I got him prepped and ready to take my dick up his ass. When I popped his muscled cherry, I had him legs up and spread as he moaned and groaned at my entry. He came first hands free, but had to endure another 30 minutes before I coated his insides with my seed.

Now five days later, on a sunny weekend, I’m having him get a little risqué in public by getting him to wash my car. He’s putting on a show, getting his smooth hot body all slick and shiny with the suds. I had just fucked him in the garage on my weight bench so he was freshly fucked, but ever enticing me to take him as he didn’t come from the last rut we had. He was scrubbing the front with his legs spread out, occasionally looking back at me as I ogled his body. Being in front exposed has given him a stiff dick all morning as he cleaned the car, and I forbade him to touch his own dick today. He got up and perked his ass out as he cleaned the hood of the car. Feeling horny again, I got up and walked over, wearing just a pair of briefs myself which I was taking off. I walked up behind him and started to kneel to rub his ass as he yelped I suspense. His yelped as I started eating out his hole, he leaned down and reached around to pull apart his cheeks for me. “Fuck, Kyle, you’re gonna fuck me right over your car?” I purred into his hole causing him whimper. “Do it, put it in me.” he said as I got up and positioned my warm cock against his hole and slowly entered, giving less resistance since I cored him out earlier today. I pumped for a bit before he took matters into his own hands and braced himself against the car to fuck himself on my pole back and forth. Eventually I got close and pushed his body and head down to the hood as I started to jackhammer into him, hitting his prostate at just the right angle. His moans got higher pitched and faster as he whined and then grunted as he quivered, a sign that he was shooting his load onto my car. Seeing him get off hands free send me over the edge as well as I went to unload my second load into him today with a roar.

I laid on top of him as we rested and panted coming down from our orgasms. I eventually pulled him up to kiss him before he got down to clean off my cock. “Better get hurrying finishing the wash, I heard the construction team is coming in today. Careful if they catch you naked out here they might end up running a train on your poor holes.” Nate got up and quickly started rinsing, not wanting to get gangbanged just yet.

[keepthechesthair]

[twisted-talez]

“Mikey?” the supremely hot Nate Branson answered the door with a look of confusion on his face, the morning sun illuminating every detail of his muscular, hairy body. His cum-gutter lower abs disappeared into his plaid boxers, which hugged his meaty thighs. Christ, I wanted him. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought Joey might want to hang out this morning, maybe play some Xbox,” I announced, offering up my best fake smile. 

“I’m sorry, Mikey,” he shook his head, scratching his scruffy beard. “Joey is up in Dallas for the weekend with his mom, visiting his grandparents. Didn’t he tell you?”

“I totally forgot,” I lied, smacking my palm to my forehead. “I’m such an idiot.”

“It’s really okay,” Mr. Branson smiled, beginning to close the door. “I’ll let Joey know you stopped by.”

“Wait,” I stopped him, floundering. “What are you up to today?”

“Uh—I’m really busy, Mikey. I was just about to jump in the shower before heading up to Home Depot. Brenda left me a honey-do list that’s a mile long.”

“Well—can I help?” I offered hopefully. 

“Nah,” he dismissed, beginning to close the door again. “It’s a one-man job. But, like I said, I’ll tell Joey you were here.”

“Please, Mr. Branson,” I begged, inserting my foot in the door. “My parents are fighting again,” I lied mercilessly. “It got really ugly last night. Can I just crash here for a little while? I promise to stay out of your hair.”

“Mikey, I’m so sorry,” he consoled, his voice tender. “I thought your parents had worked things out ages ago. Of course you can crash here for awhile. Come on in.”

My first objective was accomplished—getting Mr. Branson to invite me inside. My next move was going to be a bit trickier—getting Mr. Branson to fuck my ass. 

I know what you’re thinking. It would be abject suicide to show up to a buddy’s house and offer up my ass to his hot dad. I’m not an idiot. I wasn’t looking to get beat up or ridiculed, for I happened to possess some information that worked in my favor. 

Joey once confided to me that his mom caught his dad looking at gay porn—hardcore man on man fucking, I was told. His parents had a big fight, they went to couples counseling, and his dad promised it was just a phase. 

Being into guys is never just a phase, I knew firsthand. Armed with this knowledge, I pursued Mr. Branson unabashedly, finding myself alone in the house with him thanks to a few white lies. 

“Have a seat in the living room,” Mr. Branson gestured to the couch, grabbing the remote to turn on the TV for me. “You want ESPN?”

“Sure, that’d be great. Thanks, Mr. Branson.”

“You can drop the mister shit, Mikey,” he laughed. “You’re a man now. You can call me Nate.”

“Okay—Nate,” I said his name bashfully. We were already getting intimate with each other. 

“Joey said your 18th birthday party last month was a blast,” he tried to make small talk. “Laser tag, right?”

“Yeah, it was totally cool.”

“Listen—uh—I really need to get in the shower and get up to Home Depot,” he announced. “You gonna be okay alone here with some TV?”

“Absolutely, Nate,” I smiled, his first name warm in my mouth like a shot of cum. 

“Help yourself to anything you want in the fridge,” he offered, heading toward his bedroom. “Just don’t drink my beer. Your mom would have my balls.”

If only he knew that it was his balls and not his beer that brought me there that morning. I channel surfed, as I was too much of a pussy to have admitted that I hate ESPN. Eventually, I heard the shower running in the back part of the house, water coursing through the pipes in the walls. It was time to make my move. 

I entered his bedroom, the shower blasting in the bathroom, the image of his beefy body silhouetted in the frosted glass. Stripping off my clothes, tossing them in a corner, I made a beeline for his bed table. I opened the drawer.

A hair brush, tampons, Bioré anti-aging serum, hair scrunchies. Shit. Wrong side of the bed. I moved to the opposite bed table.

Keys, wallet, cell phone, loose change, a pack of matches. Where was it? It had to be there—every man keeps it by his bed. Reaching into the back of the drawer, I made contact, pulling out a bottle of Astroglide with a rubber cock ring stuck to it. Tossing the cock ring back into the drawer and closing it, I began to apply an ample dose of lube to my hole, slathering it all up in there.

The shower turned off sooner than I expected. Fuck. I had to hurry. Climbing atop the bed, I positioned myself on all fours and waited. This was the moment of truth.

Nate took forever to towel dry in there, humming Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit to himself, which was oddly appropriate. He brushed his teeth, gargled with some Scope. Jesus, man. The wait was killing me. And then it happened.

“What the FUCK?” Nate barked, finding me on the bed, my eager ass available to him. “Mikey, what the fuck is this?”

“Fuck me,” I begged widening my stance, presenting my cunt to him, open and ready for business.

“I’m not gonna fuck you, Mikey,” he persisted.

“Please,” I begged.  

“Sit up, Mikey,” he commanded, picking me up forcefully off the bed with one strong arm and plopping my ass down on the edge of the bed. He took a seat next to me, a damp towel wrapped around his waist. “Now tell me what the fuck is going on here.”

“I want to get laid,” I sobbed, trying not to fall apart—my perfect plan blown to pieces. “I don’t want to go off to college still a virgin, and I thought maybe—maybe you could—”

“Pop your cherry,” Nate smirked, trying to suppress a laugh.

“Yeah,” I admitted, my ego deflating.

“Listen, Mikey. You’re a great kid,” he began, “but there are so many reasons why we shouldn’t fuck.”

“Such as—?”

“First, our age difference,” Nate began. “I’m old enough to be your father.”

“I don’t care. I think older guys are hot.”

“That’s nice to hear, but you also happen to be my son’s best friend. That’s a bit fucked up.”

“I would never tell Joey,” I pleaded. “I’d be mortified if he found out. It would be our secret.”

“Look, I think you need to go home,” Nate announced, standing up from the bed. “Let’s get you dressed.”

“Fine,” I spat. “I’m just gonna go downtown to that seedy park by the old post office. They say horny guys cruise there all the time. I’ll find some old guy to pop my cherry, dump a load in me before he goes home to his wife.” I was laying it on thick.

“Mikey,” he sat back down, his hand rubbing my back. “You can’t do that. I’ve  been down that road—nasty sex in seedy parks with questionable guys. You don’t want your first time to be like that. You’ll regret it.”

“Then help me,” I begged. “Why can’t you fuck me? Am I that grotesque?”

“Grotesque?” he laughed. “You’re cute as fuck, and you know it. I’d be lying if I said those thoughts hadn’t crept into my mind, especially the way you look at me at times. I’m not blind.”

“Then fuck me.” I sounded like a broken record.

“Look, I’m not gonna promise to fuck you,” he began, his resolve melting. “But maybe we can explore our bodies a bit, see where the road takes us. I’m not the kind of guy to jump into bed right away. I like to test the waters first.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, unsure where things were going.

But Nate didn’t answer, instead his hand caressed my cheek and then moved behind my head, pulling his lips to mine. And then we kissed. Holy fuck. It was like fireworks. His tender lips on mine, his tongue darting into my mouth, dancing with my tongue. And he tasted fucking amazing. 

My hands went to his body, feeling up his hairy chest and washboard abs as we continued to kiss, lips smacking, tongues fucking. My hands undid his towel, his big cock springing to attention.

“Holy shit,” I gasped my lips pulling away from his. “You’re hung like fuck.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he smiled reaching for my hard cock, tugging on it. 

“I’m not as thick as you,” I observed, my fist unable to circle his girth.

“Most men aren’t,” he laughed, stretching back on the bed. “You can suck me some, if you want. That usually gets me in the mood to fuck.”

Overjoyed at the invitation, I dove into his cock, yet failed to take him all the way down my throat. Resigned to not yet have that level of skill, I proceeded to suck him, massaging his balls as I swirled my tongue around his fat cock head.

“That feels so good,” Nate exhaled, flat on his back, his hands caressing my head as I gobbled and bobbed up and down on his big dick. He allowed me to enjoy his cock, exploring every inch of it with my tongue as he moaned and exhaled on the bed in response. But I sensed he was ready to mix things up.

“My turn,” he announced, sitting up, as he tossed me back on the bed like a rag doll. He got between my knees and started to suck me, easily taking all of me down his talented throat.

“Jesus, you know hot to suck a dick,” I exhaled, stretching my arms up over my head.

“I picked up a few tricks in my fraternity days,” he winked, pausing before delivering some steady strokes, my balls already contracting, having never felt anything so amazing.

“Uh—if you keep that up,” I warned urgently, “I’m gonna bust very soon.”

“Oh, to be 18 again,” he laughed, stopping abruptly. “We can’t have you blowing your wad too soon. I’ve got more in store for you.”

Abandoning my cock, Nate’s mouth moved down to my balls, sucking and tugging on them gently before continuing along my taint and finally resting on my hole.  Pushing my knees apart, he raised my ass and dove his tongue into my sphincter. 

“Christ. How much lube do you have all up in here?” he winced, withdrawing his tongue from my hole and wiping his mouth and tongue on the sheet under me. “It’s like half a bottle of Astroglide.”

“Sorry,” I apologized sheepishly as he grabbed a length of sheet and wiped my hole clean. “I didn’t want it to hurt when you fucked me.”

“Trust me, when I’m done eating you out, my big cock won’t hurt one bit,” he slapped my ass playfully before diving back into my cunt, his tongue probing my sphincter relentlessly. The sensation was phenomenal, unlike anything I had ever experienced. My toes curled, my breathing quickened. 

He rested my legs upon his broad, muscular shoulders as he ate me out for a good twenty minutes. He was ravenous, and I was his buffet. Every now and then he would insert one or two fingers, opening me up, readying me for his cock. It felt amazing, but I was ready for the main attraction.

“You still want me to fuck you?” Nate teased, rising above me, his hands pushing me knees into my chest.  “You still want this big cock inside you?”

“Yes, I begged. “Fuck me.”

“I’m gonna start slow,” he promised, pushing the tip of his cock against the pink folds of my cunt. “You might feel a little bit of pressure as I—”

“FUCK,” I screamed, grabbing his forearms as he plunged into me, balls deep in one thrust. “JESUS CHRIST.”

“Sorry,” he laughed sadistically. “It’s better to get it over with quick the first time.  Rip the bandage off, so they say. It’ll be easier next time, I promise, now that your cherry’s been popped.”

I wasn’t sure there would be a next time. The pain was unreal—a white, hot poker in my bowels. But that wasn’t the real problem.

“Oh, SHIT,” I gritted my teeth, his entire cock still buried inside me. “I think I have to—I think I’m gonna—”

“Take a dump?” he hit the nail on the head.

“Yeah,” I winced, tensing inside, frightened that I was going to kill the mood by pushing his cock out of me with a massive load of shit. 

“Nah, that’s just your brain playing tricks on you,” Nate assured me. “It happens to a lot of guys at first. Just take a deep breath and it’ll pass.”

I did as told, breathing in and out, adjusting to the fullness of his big cock inside of me. The pain relented, the pressure subsiding along with my urge to shit. Nate’s cock was starting to feel good inside me, really good. He could tell as my sphincter relaxed my grip on him, a hedonistic smile spreading across my face.

“You feeling good, Mikey?” he asked, slowly moving in and out of me. “You think you’re ready to be fucked?”

“Yeah,” I smiled, licking my lips. “Fucking give it to me.”

“I’m gonna do my best,” he promised. “But I’m warning you—it’s gonna be a quick ride. I can’t last long in this tight cunt. I already feel like I’m having to hold back.” I was fine with that, not sure how long I could handle his big dick. 

Nate then directed me to hold my legs open as he planked on top of me, his muscular arms pushing into the bed on either side of me. He promised I would love that particular angle, that he could go deep and really get my prostate good, whatever that meant. I soon found out.

Rapidly, he began to pummel my hole, drilling me over and over again, deeper and deeper. The feeling was out of this world. My cock started to respond by going from semi-hard to rock hard in a matter of seconds, precum dripping from the tip.

“I can see that I’m getting you good,” he observed, staring down at my hard cock as it rubbed against his washboard abs.  Christ, it all felt so amazing. So good, in fact, that I soon realized I was going to cum.

“I’m gonna bust,” I announced urgently, cum rising in my shaft. Neither of us were even touching my cock, but the intense pleasure of having Nate’s big dick in me had brought me to the brink.

“Hang on,” he cautioned, pounding me harder, his cock swelling inside me. “I’m almost there. Let’s bust together.”

“I can’t hold it any longer,” I cried, the pressure mounting. “FUCK,” I shouted, my cock spraying my pearly load all over Nate’s hairy abs and raining back down on me as he continued to drill me.

“I’m right there with you, Mikey,” he announced, his body beginning to shutter.  “FUCK—SHIT,” he grunted, his cock detonating in my bowels, throbbing over and over as his balls emptied in my previously unchartered void. I was overwhelmed. Wrapping my legs around him, my hands moved to his sweaty back as he collapsed upon me, panting at my ear.

We stayed that way for what felt like an eternity with Nate’s breathing slowly returning to normal, his cock going soft inside me. He finally pulled out, an evacuation of cum escaping my wrecked hole, puddling on the sheet under me. 

“That was fucking incredible,” Nate marveled, licking some of my own cum off my abdomen and sharing it with me in a deep kiss. My salty cum swirled from his tongue to mine.

“I—uh—I guess I better get going,” I hesitated, finally getting off the bed. “I know you still need to get to Home Depot.”

“Can I make a confession?” Nate asked, an impish smile on his face. “I lied about Home Depot. I just said that to get rid of you this morning.”

“Asshole,” I scolded playfully. I didn’t confess my own deception that morning—the lie that my parents were fighting. “Well, don’t worry. I won’t overstay my welcome.”

“Look, Mikey,” Nate stopped me, grabbing my arm. “I don’t like the idea of you going back home if your parents are at odds. Why don’t you stay here for the weekend? Joey and his mom won’t be back until late Sunday night. I’m sure we can—uh—enjoy each other in the meantime.”

“Really?” I beamed.  

“Yeah,” Nate smiled broadly. “I don’t mean to brag, but I’m a fairly talented bottom, too. Get a few beers in me, and I’ll let you tap this ass all night long.”

HOLY fucking CHRIST.

“That—that sounds great,” I stammered, feeling like I just won the lottery. “I just gotta take care of one thing,” I announced pulling out my phone.

“Mom, I’m gonna hang with Joey at his house this weekend,” I texted. “His dad says it’s OK.”

“OK,” Mom texted back quickly. “Just don’t get into any trouble.”

Yeah, right.

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

[jockboyfriend]

[twisted-talez]

Christ, he was hot—the young runner in the park. The lithe body. The chiseled legs. The seductive look that he would cast my way, stirring my desire to be inside him. Wicked thoughts of him overtook my mind in bed, my naive wife sleeping by my side. I wanted to dominate him. To consume him. To make him mine. 

The city park was a short walk from our house. We had started taking our young daughter there every Saturday morning once she was old enough to climb the stairs to the slide and swing on the swing set. That’s when I first saw him.

I was on one of the benches facing the playground, my wife helping my daughter to master a low set of monkey bars. He was running laps on the track that circled the entire park, sweat darkening the back of his shirt and the cleft between his pecs. His short, green running shorts hugged his sculpted ass, as if they were painted on him. 

He stopped just shy of my bench, stretching his legs at one of those calisthenics stations that nobody uses. With one leg propped up, hands reaching for his toes, his junk barely contained in those shorts, he looked at me. No, he didn’t just look at me—he looked at me.

I knew that look. I first discovered it during my freshman year of college. I had spent three hours at a bar, fake ID in hand, downing beer after beer, trying to get laid, watching bitch after bitch leave with some other guy. 

Walking back to my dorm after midnight, my balls aching, precum soaking my boxer briefs thanks to my permanent semi-chubby, I encountered a swishy-looking guy at a crosswalk near campus. He gave me the look.

Five minutes later, my big cock was buried in his tight ass in the dark alley behind a dry cleaners. With his hands braced against a brick wall, I fucked him from behind, shooting my load up his ass in under two minutes. And that’s all he wanted. Just my cock. Just my load. 

Christ, was it really that easy? It was. 

Gay dudes seemed to come out of the woodwork for me at that point. Had I not noticed them before? I developed a penchant for twinks, skinny and almost feminine enough for me to dupe myself into thinking I was fucking some slutty bitch. 

And those twinks loved me. My big cock was certainly a plus. But with my beefy build and hairy body, I looked to be 25 or 30 when I was only 18. One guy even called me daddy while I seeded him, though we were the same age. My look worked for me, allowing me to score some twink ass just as easily as ordering a pizza. 

But I gave up those twinks and their easy holes when I met my wife after college. She loved my big cock at first. Couldn’t get enough of it—until she gave birth. Jesus, they should really warn guys before marriage that it all ends at some point. That you just end up jacking yourself to phone porn in the bathroom, the volume turned low, while your wife snores in bed. 

Despite my depraved past, it hadn’t occurred to me that a married man always has other options. It’s a vice as old as time. And yet the thought of finding another available hole for my cock escaped me—until I saw the hot runner in the park. And that look—that beautiful, fucking look—told me he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I had to have him. But how?

I couldn’t approach the runner. It was impossible. What—with my wife sitting by my side or, at most, 30 feet away on the playground with my daughter? And how could I possibly justify chatting up a 20-year-old kid who, to the casual observer, had nothing in common with me? 

So I had to be patient, watching his hot body run around and around that fucking park. His eyes would lock on mine each time he passed, his chiseled ass begging to be defiled, my balls aching to seed him. 

Our covert glances went on every Saturday for weeks. It became an obsession. Yet my wife was always there, always cock blocking me, always coming to sit by me on the bench just when there was maybe a chance to talk to the guy. But good things come to those who wait. The stars aligned.

“You’re a lucky man,” the runner finally spoke one Saturday, nodding towards my wife and daughter over at the red twisty slide as he crouched by my bench, pretending to tie his shoes. “You’ve got a beautiful family.”

“You can have them,” I laughed in jest—a silly, overused dad joke.

“Nah,” he smiled as he stood up, his eyes locking on my ample crotch. “But I do see something else that I’d like to have.”

As if on cue, my daughter came running to me, a dandelion in her hand, its wispy spores scattering in the wind like my hopes of fucking the runner.  Damn it to hell. Spooked, he sprinted back onto the running trail, tossing a furtive glance back at me. My situation seemed hopeless. I was wrong. 

Within a few minutes, the runner had looped back to me. By that time, my wife and daughter were on the swings. Crouching down to adjust his laces again, he spoke to me once more.

“Meet me in the last stall of the men’s room over at the recreation center,” he whispered, gesturing to the utilitarian building on the other side of the park. “I’ll be prepped and ready for you.”

Christ, my cock stirred. I nodded my acceptance to his offer almost imperceptibly, my eyes locked on his, a devious smile spreading across his face. He sprinted away once more, heading toward our rendezvous. Game on.

“I’m going to hit the men’s room,” I approached my wife and daughter at the swings.

“Oh—can you take Bella with you?” my wife suggested. “I’m sure she needs to tinkle after that juice box on the way here.”

Cock blocked again. Fuck my life.

“I—uh—I better go alone,” I demurred, grasping my stomach, feigning abdominal distress. “I might be a little while in there.”

Making a quick getaway, I jogged to the men’s room, my cock swelling along with my anticipation of dumping a load in the hot runner.  I prayed that the men’s room would be deserted—that there wouldn’t be some old geezer emptying his bladder for ten minutes at the urinal or, worse, some dude taking a stinky dump in the toilet stall next to ours. My prayers were answered. 

Slipping into the empty men’s room, I heard the door to the last stall unlatch as the hot runner peered out at me, opening the stall door wide enough for me to join him. His green shorts were around his ankles. An open bottle of lube rested on the handicapped bar. 

With his hands braced against the tile wall behind the toilet, he bent forward and presented his cunt to me. It was ready to go, the swirls of downy fur rimming his hole were wet and matted—begging for my cock.

“Just shove it in me,” he ordered as I unzipped, freeing my rock hard eight-incher, my precum dripping like a faucet. “I’m so fucking horny.”

“Fuuuck,” I exhaled, pushing into him, my hands going to his shoulders.

“Damn, you’re thick,” he marveled, tensing ever so slightly, his sphincter gripping my cock at the base as I began some deep strokes. “I don’t want us to get busted, so try to be quick, okay?”

“I’m not gonna last long in this tight hole,” I assured him, which was the truth. I had forgotten how much better ass felt compared to pussy. “Fuck, you’ve got a sweet cunt.”

“Thanks,” he exhaled, grinding against me, my pubes and balls mashed against his furry hole. “Now fuck me—hard.”

Dutifully, I complied, moving my hands to his hips as I began to pummel his boy pussy at a breakneck pace. It’s a good thing the men’s room was empty, as I was grunting hard with each thrust. I raised my t-shirt, holding it under my chin as I watched my hairy belly smacking against his chiseled ass.

“That’s it—fuck me, daddy,” he moaned his hips moving in unison with my rhythmic thrusts, my big dick routing his depths. “Your big cock feels so good inside me.”

“I’m getting close,” I warned, my balls hugging my body, the cum rising in my shaft—a geyser ready to release. “You ready for my load?”

“Yes, daddy,” he pleaded. “Breed me—seed my fucking hole.”

“FUCK,” I grunted, my cock throbbing uncontrollably as I unleashed a five-day load into his void. His sphincter gripped me, milking me dry. 

“Mmm yeah,” he cooed. “Your cum is so warm inside me.”

“Shit, that was good,” I exhaled, pulling out of him quickly once my balls were emptied, my cock glistening with lube and cum. “We need to do this every Saturday.”

“I wish we could,” he sighed, ripping a length of toilet paper off the roll and wiping his used, cummy hole with it. “I just broke up with my boyfriend and have to move back in with my parents—later today, in fact. They live an hour away, so I’m not going to be running here anymore. That’s why I approached you today. I couldn’t leave without getting a chance to finally feel your cock inside me.”

“I can’t believe this,” I lamented, crestfallen, stuffing my wet cock back into my shorts. “Isn’t there somewhere closer where you could live?”

“Not really,” he shrugged. “I’m a college student, and the rent around here is too high for me to afford a place on my own.”

It felt like my world was crumbling around me. Sure, I could always find another easy piece of ass—another twink looking to get dominated by a beefy, big-dicked daddy like me. But the heart—or cock, as it may be—wants what it wants, and I wanted the runner. There had to be a solution. And then it came to me.

“Follow me,” I gestured as he pulled up his shorts over his used ass. I unlatched the stall door and led him out of the men’s room, a confused look upon his face. 

We had to talk to my wife. God help me.

“Hey, babe,” I approached her at the park bench overlooking the playground, my daughter still on the swing set. “You remember how we talked about renting out the room over the garage some day?”

“Yeah—I guess,” she answered with trepidation. 

“Well, I just found our new tenant,” I beamed, slapping the hot runner on the back. “He’s moving in today.”

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

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Love the way his cock throbs in my mouth when I graze his sensitive nipples. That blob of precum it releases sends me in to overdrive and nothing will stop me from getting all of his load down my throat. I pinch and squeeze his nipples and bring him close to the edge. Then I grab his tits and swallow the load that flows from his thick cock. Only when I’m certain that I have every drop of his delicious seed inside me do I release his cock from my mouth and his muscular pecs from my hands. I myself am close to the edge and I slowly slide my own thick cock into his tight hairy hole. No matter how many times I fuck him in a day, he remains tight as fuck. He moans and whimpers as my cock stretches him out again and it just makes me enter him faster. I bottom out in his hairy hole, balls deep. His balls, barely emptied for now, rest on my thick bush while his still hard cock throbs against my hairy abs. I return one hand to his pecs while my mouth wraps around his other nipple and I suck on it. His cock leaks more precum in my treasure trail.