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[potent-virility]

[twisted-talez]

“Babe, this is my brother Baron,” my boyfriend Clark introduced me to his hot-as-fuck, older brother as they stood together upon the windy beach. I was taken aback by this studly man in shades, a dashing smile upon his scruffy face. I knew that I was a lucky man to have a boyfriend like Clark. But his brother? Christ, the man was incredibly hot. “Baron, this is Gabe,” Clark then introduced me. 

“Nice to meet you,” Baron smiled, looking me up and down as we shook hands. He was clearly sizing me up, deciding if I was good enough for his younger brother. “Clark has told us so much about you.”

“Hey—I’m Mina, Baron’s wife,” a gorgeous woman in a pink bikini suddenly popped out from behind a beach umbrella and joined us. “And those are our kids Henry and Lilly splashing down at the shore. Did you guys have any trouble finding the spare key up at the house?”

“No trouble at all,” I smiled, looking back towards their beach house. “You have a gorgeous home. Thanks for inviting Clark and me.”

“I always invite my brother and the latest guy he’s fucking—oops—I mean, dating,” Baron laughed. 

“Hey—fuck off,” Clark punched his older brother playfully. 

But before my boyfriend could admonish Baron any further, Henry and Lilly came running up to us. “Help us build a sand castle, Uncle Clark,” Lilly begged, pulling my boyfriend towards the shore. 

“A big one with a moat,” Henry added as Clark abandoned me to play with his niece and nephew. 

“The kids love their uncle,” Baron shared as we watched Clark and the kids shoveling sand into buckets a short distance from the breaking waves while Mina snapped pictures with her phone. “They’re crazy about him.”

“I’m also crazy about Clark,” I smiled bashfully. 

“We’ll see about that,” Baron replied under his breath. 

“What was that?” I attempted to clarify. 

“Nothing,” Baron smiled deviously. “Say—how about you give me a hand with the beer cooler? It’s up at the house and I could sure use some help dragging it down here.”

As we traversed the weathered boardwalk that crossed the dunes and led up to the house, I couldn’t keep my eyes off Baron. Fuck, he was hot. I had always had a thing for breeder cock. And from the bulge in his swim trunks, it was clear Baron had a big one. But I needed to be on my best behavior. I was in love with Clark and wanted to make a good impression on his big brother. 

“Mina left the beer cooler by the fridge,” Baron announced as we entered their spacious kitchen. 

Through a large picture window, I could see down to the shore. Clark was nearly buried to his neck as his niece and nephew dumped buckets of sand upon his body. Mina was in a nearby beach chair, laughing and encouraging them. 

“He’s having so much fun playing with your kids,” I observed, facing the window, my back to Baron. 

“I like to have fun, too,” Baron was suddenly behind me, his muscular arm wrapping around my chest, his other hand reaching down the back of my swim trunks. “You wanna play with me?” he asked, his thick finger probing my hole.

“What—what’s happening?” I stammered, my body frozen in shock. 

“Now I know why you two were so late in meeting us down at the shore,” Baron withdrew his finger from my ass, slicked with Clark’s load. “You guys were up here fucking, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” I admitted just before Baron shoved his cummy finger in my mouth, Clark’s load coating my tongue. “Clark wanted to fuck me while we had the house to ourselves.”

“Lucky for you,” Baron proceeded to hike down my swim trunks, “I fucking love to breed a sloppy hole.”

“But—but should we do this?” I protested feebly as Baron shoved me up against the kitchen counter, fumbling with the drawstring on his swim trunks. “You’re married, and I’m in love with your brother. You shouldn’t fuck me.”

“I’ve fucked all of Chad’s old boyfriends,” Baron admitted, his swim trunks dropping to his ankles, his rounded cock head pressing up against my puckered hole. “From the time we were kids, I’ve always believed that his toys also belonged to me.”

“If—if we do this, you gotta promise that it stays between us,” I conditioned. “Clark can never know that I let you fuck me.”

“Deal,” Baron agreed, grabbing by the hips and impaling my ass with one, deep thrust. 

“FUCK,” I screamed a flash of pain gripping my bowels. “You’re so much bigger than Clark.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” Baron gloated as he began to pummel my hole. “Jesus, my brother blasted a big load in you,” he observed, his shaft coated in Clark’s pearly cum. “Don’t worry, I’ll soon be adding my jizz to the mix.”

Though I knew it was wrong to be giving up my ass to my boyfriend’s brother, I couldn’t deny that it was hot as fuck. Sometimes the wrong things in life can feel the best. And Baron’s big cock was feeling fucking incredible inside of me. 

“Fuck me with that big dick,” I begged, gripping the kitchen counter. “Fucking wreck my cunt.”

“Spoken like a true cock slut,” Baron smacked my ass as he railed the shit out of me. His hands moved to my shoulders, digging into my flesh as his massive cock routed my depths. “You like this big dick in your cunt?” he demanded. “You like getting fucked up the ass by your boyfriend’s hung brother?”

“Yes,” I exclaimed, my eyes rolling back into my head as he thrusted deeper within me. “Your big dick feels so fucking good in my pussy.”

Through the picture window, I could still see my boyfriend still playing at the shore with his niece and nephew. I felt a pang of guilt, giving up my ass to his brother. Clark didn’t mind sharing me with other guys, enjoying the role of cuckold on occasion. But what would my boyfriend think about his own brother breeding my ass? I wouldn’t have much time to ponder the question. 

“I’m getting close, dude,” Baron announced suddenly, pummeling me hard, his balls slapping my ass with each thrust. “You ready for my cum?”

“Yes—breed me,” I begged, his cock swelling inside me, ready to burst. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“FUCK,” Baron grunted, slamming me against the kitchen counter as his big cock discharged within me, his warm load spewing into my bowels. “Yeah, take this fuckin’ nut, bitch,” he growled. 

His body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure as his swimmers went surging through my guts, uniting with the seed that my boyfriend had left behind, like some fucked up family reunion. I knew it was wrong to have let Baron fuck me, but taking his big cock had been worth my lapse in morality. 

“Damn, I needed that,” he slapped my ass while pulling out of me, a torrent of cum—both his and his brother’s—escaping from my wrecked hole. “You gotta cunt made for a big dick.”

And then Baron did something completely unexpected. Gripping my ass cheeks with his meaty hands, he dove his face at my hole and lapped up the pearly mess he had left behind. Upon finishing his meal, Baron spun me around and kissed me deeply, his cummy tongue dancing with mine. 

“My brother and I taste good together, don’t we?” he prompted as our lips parted. 

“Fucking delicious,” I admitted. 

“Now hurry up and pull up your swim trunks,” Baron ordered as he did the same. “We need to get this beer cooler down to the shore. We don’t need Clark and Mina wondering what’s taking us so long.”

We had just finished lugging the beer cooler down the boardwalk when Baron’s kids came running up, begging for a walk down to the lighthouse. Clark and I stayed behind as Baron and Mina followed their kids along the shore, leaving us with some time alone. 

“He fucked you, didn’t he?” Clark accused, reaching into the beer cooler and popping open a can of Bud Light. “You gave your ass to my brother up at the house, didn’t you?”

“No—n—nothing happened,” I stuttered unconvincingly. “I would never—”

“Babe, don’t worry,” Clark cut me off. “I’m not mad. I told Baron that he could fuck you.”

“Wait—you told your brother to fuck me?” I demanded. “And you didn’t think to clue me in?”

“I didn’t want you to feel pressured,” Clark explained. “Baron has fucked all my old boyfriends. He loves fucking ass, but Mina won’t let him near her back door. So I try to help him out when I can. I know it’s fucked up.”

“Yeah, it’s fucked up,” I conceded. “But also hot as fuck.”

“I’m glad you agree, babe,” Clark wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in for a kiss. “Because Baron and I plan on tagging your ass tonight after Mina and the kids are in bed.”

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

[read24111]

[twisted-talez]

He looked back and gave me a seductive smile as he led me to his truck, stripping off his shirt, a bottle of Corona stuffed into his back pocket. His CK briefs were barely peeking out above the waistband of his jeans, taunting me. Christ, I wanted to be inside of him, to run my hands up his muscular body as I pummeled his hole. I was about to get my wish. 

He was the hottest damn thing to walk into Armadillo’s that night. Fresh meat in the honky-tonk always got my attention, but this particular boy had looks that were off the charts. With a wide Stetson perched atop his head, a muscular body stuffed into a tight pair of jeans, and a handsome face that demanded attention, the boy exuded sex appeal. The only problem was that I wasn’t the only one to notice him.  

Every bitch in the joint was all over him—their big tits in low-cut tops all up in his face, twerking their asses up against his crotch on the dance floor. It was like watching a herd of cows in heat, trying to gain the advances of the only bull on the farm. 

But while doing his two-step out on the dance floor, fending off bitches left and right, I couldn’t help but notice that the hottie’s eyes were on me. Our mutual desire in that crowded honky-tonk was palpable. Game on.

Tipping back my beer and then slamming it back down upon the bar top, I made my way to the men’s room. I could feel his eyes upon me as I pushed through the sea of guys and gals who, like me, were all looking to smash privates that night. 

I was alone in the men’s room when he entered, standing at a urinal, my big dick in my hand. He sidled up next to me but, instead of unzipping and pulling out his own cock, he leaned up against the wall, affording him a side view of my big cock, my golden stream hitting the back of the urinal. 

“You need some help with that big thing?” he offered, his eyes locked upon my cock.

“I think I can manage pissing just fine on my own,” I teased with a flirtatious wink.

“That ain’t the kind of help I was offering,” he smiled broadly. 

“Well, what kind of help do you have in mind?” I volleyed back.

“Why don’t you come out to my truck and find out?” he suggested, reaching out to grab by cock. He stroked it firmly at the urinal for a brief moment before turning on his boots and walking back out the men’s room door. I noticed a bottle of Corona stuffed into his back pocket.

I pushed through the crowded dance floor and caught up to him just as he was headed out of the main door of Armadillo’s. As I followed him through the parking lot, he looked back and gave me a seductive smile, stripping off his shirt, his CK briefs barely peeking out above the waistband of his jeans. His tight ass was just begging to be fucked.

His truck was parked in the far corner of the lot, far away from the bright street lights. “This is for you,” he removed the bottle of Corona from his back pocket and, after popping off the cap against the door handle, handed it to me. 

I chugged down the beer as he opened the door to his truck and tossed his shirt onto the seat. Undoing his jeans, he dropped them to his knees, exposing his chiseled ass to me as he bent over the edge of the driver’s seat, his boots planted firmly in the gravel beneath the truck.

“Have at it,” he invited, bent over and ready to be fucked. “This ass is all yours.”

“You—you got some lube?” I looked into his truck expecting some to magically appear as I tossed the emptied bottle of Corona into the back of his truck. 

“You won’t need any lube,” he looked back and gave me a wink. “I’m already prepped and ready. I came ready to party. Now undo them pants and get that big dick in me.”

Following orders, I unzipped my jeans, my rock-hard cock raging to be inside the boy. Holding my eight-incher in one fist, I aimed for his hole and shoved into him.

“Fuck, you’re big,” he yelped, his hands gripping at the seat beneath him as I slid balls deep into his wet cunt. “Jesus, I’m going to enjoy this big dick,” he began to twerk his ass upon it.

“You’re tight as fuck,” I marveled, giving him some deep, exploratory thrusts. Though I was not the type to turn down a warm hole whether it be ass or pussy, it had been awhile since I’d fucked a guy. “I forgot how good it feels to fuck a dude,” I admitted.

“You won’t forget after me,” he taunted, clamping his sphincter around the base of my shaft. “Now fuck me with that big dick—fucking wreck my hole.”

Needing no further invitation, I ran my hands up his muscular back, my fingers digging into his shoulders for purchase. Swiftly, I began to pummel his ass. His Stetson jettisoned off his head from the sudden force, tumbling to the floorboard of his truck. I proceeded to rail him hard, my cock a battering ram inside his bowels.

“Fuck me with that big dick,” he moaned like a bitch in heat. “Christ, you’re a powerhouse. I love this big dick up my ass.”

My big dick was loving his ass. From my vantage point, I could peer over the top of his truck and see guys and girls coming in and out of Armadillo’s, oblivious to the two guys fucking just several yards away. The naughtiness of the surreptitious act, the sheer debauchery, was a huge turn on. I began to pound the boy harder, my big dick pushing deeper into his guts, my balls slapping forcefully against his ass with each thrust.

“You’re getting me so fucking good,” he gasped, resting the side of his face upon the seat, his eyes rolling back into his head. “Jesus, you know how to dominate a hole.”

I wasn’t just dominating his hole, I was fucking owning the boy, my big dick routing his depths, pounding his fuck canal at a breakneck pace. I moved my hands to his hips as I began to jackhammer him hard, his quivering cunt opening up even further for me, eager for my seed. He was about to get it.

“I’m about to bust,” I warned urgently, my cock swelling within his fuck canal, my balls beginning to throb. “You want my cum, bitch?”

“YES,” he screamed, his voice echoing through the parking lot. “Breed my fucking hole. Shoot that load inside me.”

With one last deep thrust, my cock erupted in his depths. “FUCK,” I grunted, my dick pulsing rhythmically within him, my load spewing into his battered bowels. “Take this fuckin’ nut—FUCK—DAMN—FUCK.”

I pulled out of him abruptly as soon as my balls had emptied, suddenly remembering that I was fucking in a public parking lot. He pushed himself upwards, my load streaming out of his gaping hole, and spun himself around to face me. Leaning forward, he sucked my cummy cock clean, devouring the last of my load.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he smacked his lips as he yanked up his jeans over his used ass, zipping himself back up before reaching into his truck for his shirt and hat. “That was one hot fuck, dude. You shot a huge load all up in my ass.”

I expressed my shared enjoyment as I stuffed my spent cock back into my jeans and then followed him back into the honky-tonk. He had just buttoned up his shirt when we entered, the crowd enveloping us. I watched as a blonde bitch in Daisy Dukes grabbed him by the front of his shirt and kissed him, her tongue probing his open mouth.

“Damn, you taste good,” she licked her lips as their mouths parted. 

“That’s probably him that you’re tasting,” he nodded towards me, a look of confusion upon the blonde bitch’s face. “He came like a fuckin’ fire hose.”

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

[itsnavyman69]

[twisted-talez]

“You ready to suck it?” the hot frat guy asked, his hairy, muscular body next to me on the couch as he thumbed his bulge, his shorts doing nothing to conceal the outline of his thick cock and big balls. “Suck it good, and you’ll get a big surprise when I’m done.”

Earlier in the day, I had spent three hours sucking cock at my favorite glory hole in the basement men’s room of the campus science library. I had drained seven students, three professors, a janitor, a campus security officer, and a dad on a school tour with his kid. 

I had just swallowed the load of a hairy humanities professor with a beer can cock, when an absurdly hot frat boy sidled into the stall next to mine. Score. 

Through the glory hole, I could see the Greek letters ΦΥK emblazoned in large print on his t-shirt. He hesitated, and then bent down to peer at me through the hole. 

“Just stick your dick through,” I directed, rolling my eyes. Frat guys can be particularly clueless at a glory hole. “Stick it in, and I’ll suck you off.”

“Can—can I talk to you first?” he whispered back through the hole. 

“Yeah, but make it quick,” I snapped. “This isn’t a fucking confessional.”

“Right,” he laughed. “I want you to suck me—but not here. Is that cool?”

“What’s wrong with here?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged. “This bathroom is nasty as fuck, and I’d rather be comfortable when getting sucked.”

“Fine,” I acquiesced. “You know another discreet place? I’m not gonna suck you in your car. I’m on probation after getting caught blowing a biology TA in his Hyundai a month ago.”

“No—not my car. I want you to come suck me at my house. It’s on fraternity row, over by—“

“Wait,” I stopped him. “You want me to suck you off at your frat house?”

“Yeah—is that okay?”

“Fuck yeah,” I exclaimed, for it had always been a pipe dream to swallow cum in an actual fraternity house. Frat boys often came to my glory hole, but never asked me back to their house. “But wait, this isn’t like a hazing prank or some other shit?”

“Absolutely not,” he promised. “I just need my big dick sucked, and I’ve heard you’re the best cocksucker on campus. So—you game?”

“Fuck yes,” I blurted out. 

“Come by the house tonight—10 pm,” he instructed. “I’m in the Phi house at the end of fraternity row. It’s brick with white columns, you can’t miss it. I’ll be waiting for you.”

And then he slid out just before a dude in a maintenance uniform pushed his fat cock through the partition. As I  sucked a massive load out of the maintenance guy, my mind drifted, fantasizing about sucking cock in a frat house that night. 

At 10 pm on the dot, I knocked on the door of the Phi house. A raucous cacophony of testosterone-laden voices from inside made my stomach lurch in fear, but I was determined to not chicken out. I trusted this guy. That, and I was horny as fuck. 

“You made it, bro,” the hot frat guy from the glory hole beamed as he opened the door. He was shirtless, his hairy, muscular body on full display. The outline of his big cock was apparent through his athletic shorts. I nearly came in my pants. 

“Come inside,” he beckoned as I froze in the doorway, taken aback by a house full of muscular studs who looked just like him—a gay man’s version of The Stepford Wives. 

The house atmosphere was like an Alpha male convention of at least fifty jacked-up frat guys surrounding a keg in the center of a large room, drinking beer from red Solo cups, laughing and high-fiving each other. Loud music filled the room as a contentious game of beer pong was played in one corner. Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to me—the odd man out. 

“You guys having a party?”

“Nah, it’s always like this,” the frat hottie replied. “Just follow me. I’m taking you somewhere a bit more—private.”

He led me to a room in the back of the house, the noise and chaos fading away. It was a small room, only slightly bigger than a closet with a gray couch covered in cum stains opposite a large screen TV with pussy porn playing. A blonde porn bitch was riding a large cock with two more big dicks sword fighting in her mouth. Respect. 

“We call this room the masturbatorium,” he began to explain, closing the door behind us, “because we—”

“Jack off in here?” I surmised. 

“Yup—and sometimes more,” he winked, taking a seat on the couch and directing me to do the same. I did as told, my eyes fixated on the outline of his big cock through his shorts. 

“You ready to suck it?” the frat hottie asked as he thumbed his bulge. “Suck me good, and you’ll get a nice surprise when I’m done.”

Hoping that surprise would be a warm shot of his cum down my throat, I quickly slid off the couch and positioned myself on my knees. Pulling off his athletic shorts, his big cock nearly smacked me in the face. Eight inches, thick and veiny, a drop of precum at the tip, his cock rested atop a set of round, full plums that were aching for release. 

“Yeah, it’s a big one,” he bragged, smacking it against my face. “My girlfriend creams hard on it when she rides me.”

“Why—why do you want me to suck you when you have a girlfriend?” I wondered aloud. “She on the rag or something?”

“Nah, man,” he laughed. “She just won’t suck dick. You ever met a sorority girl who throats cock? Pussy action only with her. So I gotta find dudes like you who will throat my big one when I’m in the mood for some head. Enough chat—let’s see what you can do.”

Showing off a bit, I skillfully swallowed his entire eight inches in one gulp, mashing his balls against my chin. My tongue worked his shaft as I stayed down on it.

“Fuckin-A,” he cried out, his hand on the back of my head. “Now that’s how you suck a dick. Damn, bro.”

Grabbing me by the ears, he held me down on that big cock, his cock head abusing my tonsils as he began to thrust rapidly, his hips convulsing up and down at a rigorous pace. I was gagging on it, red faced, unable to breathe. 

“Yeah, fucking choke on this big dick,” he barked, slapping the side of my face before finally releasing me. Gasping for air, I took one deep breath before he forced me back down on that big cock, pumping my throat like a pocket pussy.

I had never been face fucked so good.

“Damn—you sure can take it, bitch,” he slapped my face again, his meaty hands gripping into my skull, forcing it up and down on his rigid shaft at a breakneck pace. “You gotta mouth pussy on you.”

His balls were hitting my chin hard, saliva running down them, soaking into the couch cushions. I reached up and grabbed his hairy pecs with both hands, attempting to brace myself against his assault against my throat. I’d never seen such stamina in a dude. It couldn’t last.

“You want my cum?” he demanded urgently. “You want me to shoot this fuckin’ load down your throat?”

“Mmpft mmpft,” I nodded, his cock still buried in my gullet. And then I felt it—a swelling in my throat, a slow pulsing that began to increase in frequency.

“FUCK,” he bellowed, his cock erupting down my throat, his warm seed satiating my hungry belly. “Yeah, bitch. Swallow this fuckin’ nut. Yeah—that’s it.”

“Damn, dude,” I gasped when he finally pulled out of me, cool air enriching my oxygen-deprived lungs. “That was the best face fucking I’ve ever had.”

“You took this big dick like a champ, bro,” he winked, his spent cock flopped against his hairy thigh. “I heard you were the best cocksucker on campus, and it was no exaggeration.”

“Thanks,” I blushed, wiping cum and saliva from my chin with the back of my hand. 

“I have just one question for you,” he locked eyes with me. “Are you hungry for more?”

But before I could respond in eager affirmation, amazed that he could already go another round, the door to the room opened abruptly. A beefy, hairy frat guy stood in the doorway, eyeing the sordid remains of my encounter with his frat brother.

“You done with the cocksucker yet?” the beefy one demanded. “The guys are getting restless out here.”

“Yeah, I just fed him. He’s the real deal,” my frat hottie responded, getting up from the couch and pulling on his shorts over his spent cock. “Tell the brothers to queue up for their turn with him.”

“All right guys,” the beefy frat guy yelled down the hall. “Time to line up. You know the drill. One at a time. No cuts. Each brother gets ten minutes to bust down the cocksucker’s throat. Repeats allowed once every guy has had a turn. Got it?”

Flopping down hard on the couch, the beefy frat guy pulled out a big, hairy cock attached to a massive set of bull balls. I immediately began to salivate. 

“What’re you waiting for, cocksucker?” he barked, grabbing me by the back of my head and shoving his big, hairy cock down my throat. “You’ve got fifty-eight impatient brothers out there waiting to feed you some cum, so get to work. It’s gonna be a long night.”

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

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[freddiedb]

[twisted-talez]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No—she thinks I’m out for a run.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You feel better after your run?”

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

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

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

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

[the-toy-boy]

[twisted-talez]

“Let me suck you,” my kid brother Noah begged, his eyes pleading with me, his face just inches from my ample package. He was on his knees between my legs as I relaxed on the living room couch, preparing to enjoy some game time on our PlayStation. “Please Lucas,” he persisted. “I want to taste your cum. Please feed me.”

By the time Noah had turned eighteen, the fact that he was gay was no secret. I had walked in on him giving brojobs to more than half the guys in our neighborhood while our parents were at work. Growing up, my buddies often came by our house to play video games. But now they more often came by to feed a load to Noah. 

And who could blame them? Noah had a reputation for giving killer head. And he was discreet. He wasn’t going to go blabbing to the neighborhood or your girlfriend that he had sucked you off. For those reasons, Noah was a popular, well-fed cocksucker. His only frustration was that I wouldn’t give my cock to him. 

Don’t get me wrong, I had no issue with straight guys like me using some gay kid like my brother to get their rocks off. Life is too short to constantly jerk your own meat when a willing cocksucker is glad to work that nut out for you. My only problem with my little brother was just that—he was my little brother. 

I wasn’t hung up on any type of morals or puritanical ideals. I barely knew what the word incest meant. Rather, the thought of sticking my dick in my brother’s mouth was just sort of weird to me. We had grown up together, privy to each other’s disgusting quirks and habits. Noah’s lips kissed our mother at bedtime every night—they weren’t supposed to be wrapped around my cock. 

Noah felt differently, of course. I was, quite literally, an untapped source of cum for him. How easy his life would be if he could lie around the house, sucking my cock all day. Noah was determined to suck me off, and soon launched an aggressive plan to get my dick down his throat—by annoying the shit out of me. 

Noah followed me all over the house, begging to suck me. He climbed under the breakfast table and tried to pull down my shorts. He ambushed me in the shower, reaching for my soapy cock. He climbed into bed with me at two in the morning, his head under the covers. But each time, I was steadfast, batting him away, telling him to leave me the fuck alone. 

I held strong week after week, month after month. But little by little, Noah had chipped away at my resolve. I was tired of the constant pressure. If getting him off my back meant feeding him a load, I was finally prepared to do it—even if it meant interrupting my afternoon PlayStation time. 

“Let me suck you,” Noah begged, his eyes pleading with me. He was on his knees, between my legs as I relaxed on the living room couch, the PlayStation controller in my hand. “Please Lucas,” he persisted. “I want to taste your cum. Please feed me.”

“Fine—have at it,” I tossed the game controller on the couch. “You’re never gonna leave me alone until I pump my nut down your throat.”

“You’re—you’re serious?” Noah hesitated in disbelief. “This isn’t some joke? You’re actually going to—”

“Hurry the fuck up,” I interrupted him, propping my arms behind my head. “We don’t have a lot of time before Mom and Dad get home from work.”

“We won’t need much time,” my brother assured me. “I’ll have you nutting down my throat in no time.”

He went to work quickly, yanking down my shorts, tossing them next to me on the couch. My eight-incher sprung to attention, nearly smacking Noah in the eye.

“Your dick looks just like mine,” Noah marveled, gripping it at the base, rotating it slightly to examine it from all sides. “You’re just as thick as me, and we’ve even got the same vein running up the right side. This is so fucking hot—it’s gonna be like sucking my own cock.”

“Just fuckin’ suck it already,” I admonished him, eager to get the deed done. I was still feeling a bit weird about letting my brother go down on me, and I didn’t want my parents walking in on us with my cock down Noah’s throat. “Hurry the fuck up before I change my mind.”

Obediently, Noah went to work. He started with my balls, taking them in his mouth one by one, licking and sucking at them. 

“Fuuuck,” I exhaled, my toes curling in response. “That feels fucking amazing, bro.”

“Haven’t you ever had your balls worked over by a bitch?” he paused briefly.

“No—it’s rare that I can even get some bitch to go down on me, let alone suck on my musty balls.”

“These balls aren’t musty,” Noah licked just under my ballsack. “They’re fucking delicious. I’m gonna get a big load out of these full nuts, I can tell.”

He returned to his work, worshipping my jewels, churning the seed within. I wondered how many sets of balls had been in his mouth? How many guys had shot a load down his throat? And who was the guy to start it all?

“Who was the first dude to feed you a load?” I wondered aloud as Noah began to work his tongue up my shaft, teasing the underside of my cock head. “Was it your buddy Tony Balducci?”

“Nah,” Noah paused in his work once more, gripping my cock and stroking lightly as he talked. “I’ve drained countless loads out of Tony and that fat Italian sausage he’s got, but he wasn’t the first.”

“Then who was it?”

“You remember Joey Branson?” Noah inquired. “We played basketball together at the community center?”

“Yeah—you sucked off Joey?” 

“No—I sucked off his dad.”

“His dad?” I gasped. “Mr. Branson was the first dick you sucked? That big, burly, manly-man?”

“Yeah,” Noah laughed. “Joey invited me to sleep over after practice one night. I woke up around midnight and wanted a glass of water. His dad was in the den, watching porn with his big dick in one hand and a bottle of scotch in the other. And then he asked me to get on my knees and suck him.”

“And you did?”

“Yeah—he fed me a huge load,” Noah recalled fondly. “And I’ve been addicted to cum ever since.”

“That’s fucking hot,” I admitted, my cock growing absurdly hard at the image of my brother sucking off Mr. Branson. “You’re such a cock slut,” I grabbed my cock and smacked it against Noah’s face.

“You’re about to find out how much of a cock slut I can be,” Noah winked. And then he went for it—swallowing my big dick in one gulp, my balls mashed against his chin.”

“HOLY fucking CHRIST,” I belted out, my hands instinctively grasping Noah’s head. “How the fuck are you doing that?”

“You’ve never been deep throated?” my brother asked, surfacing for air. 

“I think you know the answer to that,” I laughed. “I’ve yet to find a bitch who could throat me all the way.”

“Well—now you don’t have to,” Noah winked before diving back down on my cock, my shaft disappearing down his talented throat. 

Locking his lips around the base of my cock, Noah began to bob his head up and down on my dick, my fat cock head slipping past his tonsils with each pass, breaching the upper limits of his esophagus. His skill was incredible. He wasn’t just sucking my dick, he was fucking jacking me off with his mouth and throat. 

“Christ, this is good,” I moaned, tipping my head back. Once again, I propped my hands behind my head, enjoying the lascivious luxury of a toe-curling blow job. The fact that it was my own brother, my flesh and blood, worshipping my big one had not escaped my attention. But I was starting to not give a fuck anymore. If my brother was blessed with the God-given talent of pleasuring his fellow man, who was I to not participate in such good fortune?

Noah had picked up the pace, reaching up to massage my pecs and tease my nips as he sucked me ravenously.  His neck was like a hinge, pivoting on my rod over and over, my cock a battering ram down his eager throat. He was sucking me hard, my balls smacking him on the chin with each downbeat, my shaft swelling down his throat. 

“Bro—I’m—I’m getting close,” I announced through gritted teeth, trying in vain to hold back my nut. It was a loosing battle. My balls had started to throb, pressure building in my shaft. Involuntarily, my legs began to straighten, my thigh muscles contracting as my body prepared for orgasm. “You ready for it? You ready for my load?”

“Mmmmph, hmmmph,” Noah responded with a slight nod of his head, not removing my throbbing cock from his throat. And then it happened—an orgasm of epic proportions. The most incredible ejaculation that I had ever experienced.

“FUCK—FUCK,” I barked, my body convulsing upon the couch as my cock discharged a massive load, the first shot hitting the back of Noah’s throat before careening into his hungry belly. His hands went to my knees, gripping into my flesh as rope after rope of my thick spunk filled his mouth.

He kept me down his throat for several minutes, my pulsing cock slowly giving up the last of my seed, our shared DNA swimming in his belly. I slowly caressed the back of his head. Feeding my nut to Noah had been intensely intimate, the closest I had ever felt to my brother.

“Dayum—that was a big fuckin’ load, bro,” Noah exclaimed upon finally releasing my cock from his throat, my pearly load coating his lips and tongue. “Most guys don’t shoot a load as big as—”

But then Noah stopped in mid-sentence, the sound of Dad’s keys at the front door. Holy fuck. Dad was home at least thirty minutes earlier than usual. Swiftly, I sprang up, yanking on my shorts over my spent dick. I plopped my ass back down on the couch, Noah taking a seat next to me as I reached for the PlayStation controller. As Dad opened the door and entered the room, he discovered his two sons innocently engaged in a video game.

“I hope you boys haven’t been on that damn thing all day,” Dad sighed, eyeing the TV and the PlayStation controller in my hand as he hung his keys on a peg next to the door. “You two need to get outside more—get some fresh air. That thing will rot your brains.”

“We—we just started playing,” I stammered, trying to act naturally and not like I had just fed a load to my brother. 

“Okay,” Dad smiled. “But let’s not be on that thing all night. I’m gonna take a quick shower and then maybe grill up some steaks for dinner before your mom gets home.”

“Sounds good,” Noah and I replied in robotic unison, relieved that Dad hadn’t suspected a thing.

“Uh—Noah?” Dad hesitated. “You got some of your brother’s cum on your chin. How about you come wash up in the shower with me? I could really use a good ball draining while the hot water soothes my aching back.”

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

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[curioss06]

[twisted-talez]

“Shit, you’ve got a big dick,” I smiled gleefully, a boy enjoying his favorite ride—a big dick up my ass. I stroked my cock as the hot, hung, straight guy railed my hole from behind. He’d never fucked a guy before. But as the saying goes, there’s a first time for everything.

It was just before midnight on a Friday when he knocked at my door. I knew instantly who he wanted—and what he wanted.

“Is Bella home?” he slurred, beer on his breath, his engorged cock bulging through his jeans. “She’s not answering my texts.”

“Bella’s at the lake this weekend with some friends,” I reported. “Cell service is spotty up there.”

Although I didn’t know his name, I easily recognized him as one of the many guys who fucked my roommate Bella on a regular basis. The slutty bitch had more friends-with-benefits than I could count. The horny guys would show up to our apartment near campus at all hours of the day and night, Bella leading each guy back to her room and spreading her legs for him.

I couldn’t judge Bella too harshly because, to be honest, I was kind of a slut myself. Yet I was jealous of the bitch, who scored way more cock than me. And I had to admit it was hot as fuck to eavesdrop on her frequent fuckfests—guys pounding her pussy and grunting their loads into her always-available cunt.

Thus, I felt a little bad for the hot, horny guy standing in my doorway. He just needed to drop a load and, sadly, Bella was not around to give her cunt to him—but I was.

“When’s she getting back?” the hot stud persisted, adjusting his package.

“Not until Sunday night.”

“Fuck,” he lamented. “She got any friends?”

“Friends?” I parroted incredulously. “What do you mean?”

“You know—other bitches. Easy bitches.”

“An easy bitch you could fuck?” I taunted.

“Yeah. I need some snatch, bro.”

“You can fuck my snatch,” I offered brazenly, locking eyes with him. “I’m an easy bitch.”

“The fuck?!” he spat.

“You heard me,” I persisted. “I’ve got a tight cunt—tighter than Bella’s.”

“Dude. I might be hard up for some pussy,” he laughed, “but I’m not that hard up. I ain’t gonna stick my dick in you.”

“Your loss, bro,” I began to say as he turned and left, muttering something about dirty faggots under his breath.

At least I tried, I told myself. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I scrolled Grindr for the next hour but, when nothing turned up, I threw in the towel and went to bed.

It was barely 7 am when an urgent knock sounded at the door. I thought maybe something happened to Bella, that she was home early and didn’t have her key. I sprang out of bed, shocked to find the hot stud at my door again.

He looked like shit, as if he’d been up all night. And from the looks of the bulge at his crotch, the dude had yet to lose his load.

“Bella’s still not here,” I began, annoyed that the fucker had woken me up.

“I know that,” he barked, pushing his way inside. “I need to fuck, bro. And right now, your hole is the only option I’ve got.”

Any port in a storm, I wanted to say. “Right this way, dude,” I replied instead, leading him to my room quickly before he could sober up and change his mind.

Before I could suggest it, he had already stripped out of his clothes, his thick nine-incher rock hard and leaking precum. Slipping out of my briefs, I quickly prepped my hole with the ever-present bottle of lube on my bed table.

“You want me to suck you some before—?”

“No,” he spat. “Just fuckin’ bend over.”

Obediently, I bent over the bed, my hands gripping the mattress and, before I could count to three—the hung fucker was balls deep in me.

“FUCK,” I cried out, my hole ripped in two as he went from zero to sixty in three seconds, pummeling my ass at a breakneck pace.

I could have told him to slow up—to allow me to adjust to his massive girth—but there was no point. I had been fucked by enough horny straight guys to know that my comfort and pleasure was of no importance. My hole was no different than a pocket pussy to him, an inanimate object that’s only purpose was to drain his balls.

And so I gave into him, enjoying the ride as he battered my hole relentlessly. Despite lacking the finesse of an experienced top, his big dick felt incredible inside of me.

The unjust truth about hung guys is that they really don’t need to have much technique to get by, relying instead on the sheer size of their endowment to deliver a phenomenal ride. And this stud was definitely delivering—getting my prostate with each thrust, causing my cock to become rock hard as he assaulted my hole.

“Shit, you’ve got a big dick,” I smiled gleefully, stroking my cock in synch with his deep thrusts. “You feel so fucking good inside me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped, driving me harder. “I don’t need to hear your fucking voice.”

Message received. Dutifully, I kept quiet, continuing to stroke myself as he railed my ass mercilessly. Jesus, he was a fuck machine. His stamina was impressive, his balls slapping my ass over and over as he jackhammered my eager cunt.

I was feeling good—really good—stroking myself blissfully with his big dick up my ass. And soon, before I could do anything to stop it, I needed to cum. My balls tightening, pressure building in my shaft, I stroked myself faster and faster until I was spewing my load onto the bed.

With each shot of cum, my sphincter contracted simultaneously and gripped the hung stud’s cock, effectively jacking him off inside me. The experience is orgasm inducing for most tops, and this guy proved to be no exception.

“Fuck, bro,” he announced urgently. “I’m gonna bust.”

“Yeah, dude, fuckin’ shoot that load in me,” I begged, breaking my imposed silence. “Fucking breed my cunt.”

Instantly, I could feel his cock swelling inside me, the orgasmic pressure mounting inside him. He delivered one last thrust deep into my bowels before detonation, his body convulsing, an intense pulsation within me.

“FUCK,” he grunted, his cock throbbing, ejecting shot after shot of his warm load into my depths.

“Mmm, yeah. Fucking seed me,” I moaned, reveling in the intoxicating sensation of being bred by a hung stud.

With his balls emptied, he pulled out of me abruptly, leaving a cavernous void in his wake. Instantly, I felt his warm load escaping from my gaping hole, streaming down the back of my leg.

Wordlessly, he got dressed, stuffing his wet cock into his jeans. Not a word of thanks. No gratitude offered. But I knew not to be offended.

An unfortunate truth is that once a straight guy has used you for his pleasure and dumped his load in your available hole, you are nothing to him. The sight of you disgusts him. The reality of what he just did with you sickens him. In his mind, you cease to exist.

But I wasn’t a hapless victim in the exchange. Though I knew I’d never get the hung stud’s cock again, for repeats rarely happen with straight guys, I still got what I wanted—his big dick and his warm load up my ass, even if it was just a one-time ride.

Bella returned from the lake on Sunday night, full of reports of her weekend debauchery. Getting tagged by four guys in her tent. A threesome with a set of hot twins. And getting dicked-down in the woods by her best friend’s hung boyfriend while her friend was passed out drunk. Sluts be sluts.

I held my tongue regarding my own weekend debauchery with the hung stud, knowing that Bella can be territorial about the guys she fucks. After polishing off a bottle of wine over her sordid tales, we were each about ready to call it a night when a knock sounded at the door. Bella bounded to the door to answer it.

“Tristan,” she cooed, greeting the hung stud who had railed my ass in her absence. “You should have texted. I was just going to bed, but since you’re here—”

“I’m not here to fuck you,” Tristan pushed her aside as he moved towards me. “I’m here to fuck him.”

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

[potent-virility]

[twisted-talez]

Dad was leaning against his truck, staring off at the setting sun as he waited for my shift at the grocery store to end. He looked hot as fuck, wearing his reliable work boots and his favorite ball cap, the golden light kissing his full beard and muscular body. I knew it was totally wrong to lust after my own father, but I couldn’t resist my desire for him. 

“You didn’t have to come get me,” I called out as I walked my bicycle towards his truck. “I’m eighteen years old, Dad. I’m perfectly capable of riding my bike home alone.”

“I know, Avery,” Dad smiled, picking up my bicycle with his strong arms and tossing it into the back of his truck. “I was just worried those guys might come back and give you some more trouble.”

Dad was referring to an incident that had happened a few weeks earlier as I was riding my bike home on Route 16. Two guys in a red truck pulled up next to me, yelling faggot repeatedly before running me off the road and into a ditch. I got a bit scraped up, but it was my ego that hurt the most. 

“It was an isolated incident, Dad,” I tried to assure him as I hopped into the passenger seat of his truck. “I can’t live the rest of my life in fear of homophobic assholes like that.”

“You’re right, Avery,” Dad patted my leg paternally after turning over the ignition, the engine rumbling to a start. “But as your father, it’s my job to take care of you.”

My heart swelled as Dad made the turn onto Route 16, gunning the engine. Despite being a faggot, as all the guys back in school had called me, I always felt protected by my hunky father. I was safe in his presence, sheltered from the evils of the world. I wanted to show Dad my appreciation and gratitude for him—in my own, special way. 

“Thank you for always taking care of me, Dad,” I began, my hand reaching for his leg, landing precariously close to his bulge. “Maybe I can take care of you, too.”

“The fuck?” Dad spat, one hand swatting my arm away as the other steered the truck off the road, gravel crunching under the tires as we came to an abrupt stop. “Avery, what the fuck is wrong with you? Did you just offer to get me off?” he demanded. 

“I—I just wanted to show you how much I love you,” I stammered, suddenly realizing my stupidity in thinking my straight father would give up his cock to his gay son. “I just wanted to suck you off.”

“Suck me off?” Dad gasped. “That’s not something that a normal son would do for his father.”

“Yeah, I know,” I began to cry, trying to exit the truck, intending to walk home in shame. “Because if there’s one thing I’m not—it’s normal.”

“Jesus, Avery,” Dad leaned over to stop me from leaving. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know that I love and support you for being gay. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you suck my dick.”

“Why not?” I persisted. “I know Mom doesn’t suck your dick. She told me she thinks oral sex is sinful. And I’ve overheard you two arguing about sex, how she’s never in the mood and—”

“What your mother and me do in our marriage is none of your concern,” Dad cut me off. 

“When was the last time?” I asked. 

“What?”

“When was the last time you got your dick sucked?” I clarified. 

“Shit,” Dad exhaled, adjusting his ball cap. “It was about ten years ago. I paid a nasty whore twenty bucks to suck my cock in a gas station parking lot down in Tuscaloosa when I was picking up fertilizer.”

“Does Mom know?” I asked, eyes wide. 

“Of course she don’t know,” Dad spat. “I felt so guilty for cheating on her like that, I vowed that I’d never do it again.”

“But did you like it—the blow job?” I wanted to know. “Did it feel good?”

“Well, duh—of course it felt good,” Dad eased up and laughed. “It was a fuckin’ blow job. It’s supposed to feel good.”

“Then why don’t you let me—?”

“Now that’s enough,” Dad interrupted, holding up the palm of his hand to silence me. “We’re done discussing this. I’m not gonna let you suck me off. You understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I nodded sullenly as Dad shifted the truck back into drive, continuing us towards home. 

“What happened between you two?” Mom asked over meatloaf and mashed potatoes that evening. Dad and I were eating in awkward silence, avoiding each other’s glances. 

“Nothing happened, Martha,” Dad asserted feebly. 

“Well, considering that you’re already on your second whiskey,” Mom gestured to the tumbler in Dad’s hand, “I’d say you’re lying.”

“I got mad at Dad for picking me up from work,” I fibbed. “I told him that it’s perfectly safe for me to ride my bike home—that I’m not a little kid anymore.”

Mom dropped the interrogation after that, but the chill in the air between Dad and me continued all evening. After dinner, he retired to the den with a bottle of Jack. I wanted to apologize, to set things right between us. But knowing my father, I knew it would all be forgotten by morning, and that Dad would be his usual jovial self. 

It was after midnight when the door to my room creaked open, waking me up, a beam of light from the hallway illuminating my face. Dad stood for a moment in the doorway before stumbling into my room, closing the door behind him. 

“Dad—I’m—I’m sorry about earlier,” I whispered as Dad ambled towards me. “I should never have—”

“Shhh,” he silenced me, his thick index finger at my lips. “We don’t wanna wake your mother.”

And then Dad undid his belt, unzipping himself, releasing his cock as he pushed his pants down to his knees. He was rock hard, his eight-incher begging for attention. 

“You gonna suck this big dick for me or not?” his whiskey-soaked breath was hot at my ear. “Come on, son. I know you want my load.”

Wordlessly, I threw off the bedcover as I stumbled out of bed and dropped to my knees. Like a supplicant, I knelt before Dad and took his big cock down my warm throat. 

“Fuuuuuck,” Dad exhaled, his head tipping back in ecstasy as I took him all the way, his hairy balls mashed against my chin. “Damn, I needed this.”

I went to town on Dad’s big dick, employing all the skills I had picked up sucking cock in gas station men’s rooms and the city park after dark. But at the end of the day, my skills weren’t all that important. Dad just wanted to face fuck me. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled, grabbing the back of my head as he abused my throat, pounding my tonsils. “Open that throat for me.”

Straining to breathe through my nose, I stretched my jaw, allowing Dad to breach the upper limits of my esophagus. I was gagging on his big dick, tears streaming down my face, drool dripping down my chin, soaking my t-shirt. I was loving it. 

I reached around and gripped his meaty ass with my hands, trying to hold on for dear life as Dad unleashed years of pent-up sexual frustration down my throat. If his frigid wife wasn’t going to suck his cock, his slutty gay son might as well be a worthy substitute. 

“Fuck, you know how to throat a cock,” Dad praised, his big dick a piston in my throat, his balls smacking my chin with each thrust. “I ain’t gonna last much longer in this throat pussy.”

Eager to taste Dad’s cum, to feel his load spewing down my throat, I cupped his balls in one hand. They had pulled up tight, hugging his body, preparing to expel his seed. Dad’s cock had begun to swell in my throat. His orgasm was imminent. But then he pulled out of my throat abruptly. 

“Why—why did you stop?” I croaked, gasping for air. I was worried he had suddenly sobered up, seeing the error of his ways, the incestuous sin of giving his cock to his son. My fears were unfounded. 

“Bend over, Avery,” Dad ordered. His meaty hands were suddenly yanking me off the floor and shoving me against the edge of the bed, pulling down my briefs. “Hurry the fuck up. I wanna finish up your ass.”

“FUCK,” I screamed, gripping the bedsheet as Dad shoved his big dick in my tight, knotted hole with one, violent thrust. The pain was unreal. But in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to feel my father cumming up my ass. I wouldn’t have to wait long. 

“SHIT—I’m gonna cum,” Dad barked, his swollen cock working inside me, his eager balls no match for my tight hole. “Here it comes—OH FUCK—SHIT.”

Dad’s body convulsed, jolting me and the bed as his big dick erupted in my depths. “FUCK—FUCK,” he grunted repeatedly as his massive load spewed within me, coating the walls of my fuck canal. 

“Fuck, you’ve got a sweet cunt on you, son,” Dad praised as he extracted his cock from my bowels, his balls emptied. His spent dick dripped cum onto my bedroom rug as he stood back and observed his handiwork—my wrecked hole. 

I quickly climbed onto my bed, hoping that Dad would join me. After taking his seed, our shared DNA swimming in my guts, I longed to fall asleep in his strong arms. Alas, not all dreams come true. 

I watched as Dad opened my bedroom door, ambling down the hall to the bed he shared with my mom. I soon fell asleep, blissfully content as Dad’s load slowly leaked from my used cunt. 

Mom was drinking coffee at the kitchen table when I came down for breakfast the next morning. “Where’s Dad?” I asked. 

“Your father went into town early this morning,” Mom began. “He wanted to surprise you, but you know I’m no good at keeping secrets. He’s going to that used car lot, the one next to the Walmart, to buy you a car. He doesn’t want you biking to work anymore.”

“But, I never asked Dad to—”

“Come now, Avery,” Mom laughed. “You must have done something to butter up your dad, convincing him to buy you a car. He never does anything like that for me.”

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

[potent-virility]

[twisted-talez]

“What’s it taste like?” Nick asked as I looked up at him, his massive load dripping down my chin. He was shirtless upon my couch, his hairy pecs still heaving after a toe-curling blow job, a pensive look upon his handsome, bearded face. “Does my cum taste good?”

I had been sucking Nick for several months at that point, draining countless loads out of his big dick on a daily basis. He wasn’t the first straight guy to feed me a load, but he was definitely one of the hottest. 

Nick and his girlfriend Lena lived in the apartment across from me. We were hardly friends, but always gave a neighborly nod or wave when we bumped into each other in the hallway. All that changed when Nick knocked on my door one afternoon. 

“Your boyfriend dropped these in the hall,” Nick held up a pair of Ray-Bans. “I tried to catch up to him at the elevator but missed him.”

“My boyfriend?” I asked, confused. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Sure you do,” Nick insisted. “He just left your apartment.”

“That wasn’t—” I began to laugh. “That wasn’t my boyfriend. That was just some dude that I sucked off.”

“Oh—uh—” Nick turned beet red. “Well, I guess you can just return these to him the next time you—uh—see him,” he handed the sunglasses to me awkwardly.

“I probably won’t see him again,” I reported. “He was just some random married dude from Grindr.”

“He’s married?” Nick’s eyes widened. “To, like, a woman?”

“Yeah,” I acknowledged. “He said his wife never sucks him off.”

“Good to know I’m not the only guy with that problem,” Nick laughed under his breath, scratching his beard. 

“You’re definitely not the only one,” I assured him. “Half the guys I hook up with are straight like you, but aren’t getting serviced at home. You’re welcome to come inside, if you might like to enjoy a nice—”

“Oh—no—I couldn’t—” Nick began to blush. “I mean, I’m flattered, but I don’t think I could get into a dude blowing me—no offense.”

“None taken,” I smiled, turning to go back inside my apartment. “But you know where to find me whenever you need your balls drained.”

I left Nick in the hallway, his wheels turning. I figured he’d ruminate on the matter for a few days, weigh the pros and cons, and eventually show up to feed me. Thus, I was a bit surprised when a knock sounded at my door not five minutes later. 

“Fuck it,” Nick exclaimed, pushing into my apartment as soon as I opened the door. “Lena hasn’t sucked my dick in nearly three years. Who am I to turn down some easy head?”

Without giving him any instruction, Nick stripped down naked in my living room. He was hairier than I realized, his muscular body covered in a thick pelt of fur that instantly drove me wild. He was also hung like fuck.

“Jesus, you’ve got a big cock,” I gasped, salivating over his big tool as Nick sat on my couch. He spread his legs wide, his hard cock begging to be sucked. “You’re what—? Like, eight or nine inches?” I ventured. 

“Nine and a half,” he beamed proudly. “Is it too big for you?”

“Too big?” I laughed, kneeling between his hairy thighs. “It’s not too big at all. I fucking love sucking a big dick.”

“Good,” he smiled. “And I hope you like cum, because I’ve gotta five-day load in these balls for you.”

I gave no answer, instead gripping that big cock at the base as I proceeded to take it down my throat. Deftly, I swallowed him in one, quick motion, his balls mashed against my chin. 

“Holy Christ,” he gasped, his head rolling back. “How the fuck are you doing that? No bitch has ever managed to take me all the way.”

“Lots of practice,” I surfaced for air, turning my attention to his balls as I began to lick and suck those ripe, round beauties. He moaned softly, enjoying the lavish attention to his family jewels as I churned the seed within. 

“Suck me,” he begged after a few minutes of ball play. “Fucking suck my big, fat, hairy dick.”

Following orders, I licked up his thick shaft, my tongue flicking his cock slit, swirling around his helmeted cock head. Once again, I swallowed him to the balls. 

“Fuck yeah,” Nick exclaimed, gripping the back of my head as I proceeded to suck him ravenously. “Jesus Christ, you know how to throat a dick.”

Emboldened by his praise, I locked my lips around his shaft, my neck like a spring hinge as I took him from base to tip, over and over again. His viscous precum coated my tongue, giving me a hint of the meal to come. 

While looking up at Nick, his cock buried down my throat, I reached up his hairy body with both hands. Running my hands through the dense forest of fur covering his chest and belly, my fingers found his nips. Gently, I pinched those hard nubs as his dick grew even more rigid in response. 

“Don’t stop,” he begged, his cock swelling down my throat, pressing against my tonsils. “That’s it—keep going—OH FUCK, dude—SHIT—Here it comes—FUCK—FUCK.”

Instantly, a massive load of cum flooded my mouth, careening down my throat to my hungry belly. I could feel each spurt as it hit the back of my throat, Nick writhing in hedonistic pleasure. I kept him down my throat, not letting up until his balls had delivered the last of his seed. 

“Damn, dude,” he exhaled as I finally released him, his spent cock flopping against his hairy thigh. “I hope you enjoyed this cock, because you’re gonna be seeing a lot of it.”

Nick wasn’t kidding. We both worked from home, and it wasn’t unusual for Nick to drop by for a draining early in the morning, as soon as his girlfriend Lena left for work. Often, he’d stop by again in the late afternoon before she got home to feed me a second load. On one such occasion, Nick wanted to know how his cum tasted. 

“Does my cum taste good?” he inquired, his massive load dripping down my chin. 

“Why don’t you see for yourself,” I raised myself up, our lips locking. With tongues swirling, we shared the creamy remains of his ambrosial load, his full beard tickling my chin.

“Not bad,” he smacked his lips as we parted. “Not bad at all.”

“You’re hard again,” I commented, gripping his engorged cock in my hand. “You want me to suck another load out of you?”

“How about you ride it for me?” Nick suggested, reaching around behind me. His meaty hand slid down the back of my sweatpants, his thick finger probing my eager hole as I moaned in delight. “I think it’s about time we took things to the next level.”

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

[rolswiss]

[bold-new-look]

[twisted-talez]

“Is it cool that I took the bottom bunk?” my new roommate asked, seated upon the bed as I entered our assigned dorm room for our freshman year. I quickly sized him up to be a bit shy and possibly gay, which was fine by me. I wasn’t looking to room with an alpha-male party animal. “I’m Jack, by the way,” he smiled, his hungry eyes appraising my body.

“I’m Walt,” I returned his smile, dropping the two, oversized duffel bags containing all my earthly possessions onto the laminate floor. “And I’m totally cool with taking the top bunk.”

“It’s really late,” Jack observed, looking at a wall-mounted clock above the door. “I was worried that maybe you had dropped out before the start of the semester.”

“Nah, my dad’s truck broke down on the way here,” I shared. “It was an exhausting day. You mind if we chat and get to know each other in the morning? I really just want to get some sleep now, if that’s cool.”

“No problem,” Jack nodded. “The bathroom is right in there,” he gestured towards a narrow door opposite our bunk beds.

“Thanks,” I replied, quickly stripping down to my briefs. Jack’s eyes never left my nearly naked body and the ample bulge in my briefs as I retrieved my toiletries from my duffel bag and made a beeline for the bathroom. 

The fluorescent ceiling lights were off when I emerged from the cramped bathroom, a sliver of light from a street lamp pushing through the horizontal blinds. Jack appeared to be asleep, his body curled up on the lower bunk. 

I quickly scaled the bed frame, hurling myself upon the lumpy mattress on the top bunk. I was exhausted and was desperate to rest, but sleep eluded me. After several minutes of tossing and turning, I did what most guys do to bring on the foggy bliss of slumber—I pulled out my cock and started to rub one out. 

“Are—are you jacking off?” Jack’s voice came from below me, the metal bed frame rocking and squeaking to my masturbatory rhythm.  

“Yeah—sorry,” I paused in my self-pleasure, my eight-incher flopping audibly against my thigh. “I can’t sleep, so I thought I’d rub one out.”

“Don’t apologize. It doesn’t bother me,” Jack assured me. “I often jack before bed, too.”

“Cool, I’ll try to be quick,” I replied, gripping my hard cock in my right hand again, resuming my stroke. But after a few minutes, I stopped again, unable to bring myself to climax.

“Did you nut?” Jack’s voice broke the silence. 

“Nah,” I exhaled in frustration. “I think I’m too tired to jack. My forearm is already sore, and I’m not even close. It fucking sucks, ‘cause I really need to bust one out.”

“You want me to get you off?” Jack offered casually, as if offering to read me a bedtime story. “I don’t mind giving you a helping hand.”

“The fuck?” I spat, sitting up in bed, my head nearly smacking the ceiling. “Dude, I don’t want you touching my dick. I’m not gay.”

“I never said that you’re gay,” Jack clarified. “There’s nothing wrong with a dude helping out another dude. I jack off with my older brothers all the time. You don’t mess around with your brothers?”

“I have a sister,” I scowled. 

“Okay—well, jacking off is seriously no big deal between me and my brothers,” he enlightened me. “Some of their buddies sometimes join us, too. It’s just guys being guys. You’ve never jacked with any of your buds?”

“No—I’ve never played around with any of my buds,” I insisted. “I’m from a really small, conservative town. That shit doesn’t happen back home.”

“Alright, just forget I offered,” Jack sighed, turning over in bed. “I hope you can sleep once you finally bust that nut.”

“Thanks,” I replied, trying to resume my task, but it was a lost cause. Though I had a raging boner, precum spilling down my thick shaft, I was too tired to bring on the sweet release that I needed to sleep. 

“Fine—you can jack me off,” I announced in exasperation. “You want to climb up here with me?”

“Come down to my bunk,” Jack suggested. “I don’t trust this bed frame to hold our combined weight up there.”

“Good call,” I replied, jumping off the top bunk, my big dick swinging between my legs. 

“Christ, you’re hung,” Jack gasped, getting his first glimpse of my big one in the soft light coming through the blinds. “I might have to use both hands on you,” he laughed. 

Jack climbed out of bed and relinquished his mattress to me, allowing me to stretch out upon his bed while he kneeled next to me on the floor. He wasted no time in wrapping his fist around my needy cock. 

“Jesus, that’s good,” I exhaled, Jack’s fist pumping my cock slowly, my balls moving up and down in sync with his strokes. “Your older brothers trained you well.”

“They sure did,” Jack smiled, gripping my member tighter in his grasp. “But giving hand jobs isn’t all that they taught me.”

And then Jack went for it, swallowing my cock down his throat before I even realized what was happening. Instantly, the entire length of my dick was down his throat, my balls mashed against his chin. 

“HOLY FUCK,” I gasped as Jack proceeded to suck me ravenously, one hand cupping my full balls while the other slid up my body and teased my nips. “I’ve—I’ve never had head this good,” I admitted, my toes curling. 

“That’s because you’ve never let a dude suck you off,” Jack quickly surfaced for air. Gripping my big dick by the base, he slapped it against his cheek before swallowing it whole again. 

Although my original objective was to bust my nut so that I could fall asleep, my desire had changed. I didn’t want to cum. I was enjoying the best damn head of my life and didn’t want it to end. Unfortunately, my full balls had other plans. 

“I’m gonna bust,” I warned, my load rising in my shaft, my balls throbbing for release. “It’s cool if I shoot in your mouth?”

Jack answered affirmatively with a subtle nod of his head as he continued to suck me voraciously. He clearly wanted to eat my load, something that no bitch had ever done for me. 

“FUCK,” I exclaimed, the first shot of my load hitting the back of Jack’s throat, my big dick pulsing in his mouth. “Yeah, swallow this nut—FUCK—FUCK.”

With his lips locked firmly around my thick shaft, he sucked every last drop of cum out of me. My body convulsed upon his bed until my balls had released the last of my seed into his hungry belly.  

“That was some killer head, dude,” I praised his skills as I extracted my cock from his cummy mouth and raised myself off his bed. “I gotta piss,” I ambled to our shared bathroom. 

I released my stream into the toilet bowl, my sensitive chubby tingling as my piss hit the toilet bowl. Upon flushing, I returned to find Jack naked and bent over the edge of his mattress, a bottle of lube discarded next to him. His knotted hole was wet and pulsing, begging to be defiled. 

“Fuck me,” he begged. “Get that big dick in me.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. Instantly, I was hard again, my big cock eager to be inside that warm cunt. Stepping up to the plate, I dropped to my knees, positioning myself behind Jack.

“It’s cool if I fuck you raw?” I ascertained, my cock head pressed up against his hole. “You don’t want me to use a condom?”

“What’s a condom?” Jack laughed. “Get that big dick in me and breed this motherfuckin’ hole.”

“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, pushing into his fuck canal. “Jesus, you’re tight.”

“And you’re hung like fuck,” Jack replied, gripping me from within. “Wreck my hole. Fucking give it to me.”

“Your wish is my command,” I dug my hands into his shoulders as I began to pummel the living shit out of his tight cunt. “You let your brothers fuck you like this?”

“Yup—almost every night,” Jack answered, pushing his ass against me, my balls thwacking against his wet hole with each thrust. “And they pimped my ass out to all their buddies, too.”

“That’s fucking hot,” I replied, staring down at my big dick gliding in and out of his tight hole, imagining all the dudes who had also used Jack’s ass. 

His cunt was truly incredible—better than any pussy that I had experienced. I could fuck Jack harder and deeper than with any of the bitches that I had fucked—and my balls could tell. Though I had just emptied the chamber down Jack’s throat, my balls were already aching for release again. 

“Dude—I’m gonna bust,” I warned urgently, my cock swelling inside of Jack. “You ready for my nut?”

“Give it to me,” Jack gripped his sphincter around the base of my cock. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“OH FUCK,” I barked, my cock throbbing in his depths, the first shot of my ball batter discharging in his bowels. “OH FUCK—SHIT—FUCK.”

Over and over my cock pulsed within his depths, spewing my seed. My body shook, rattling the entire bunk bed as my load flooded his guts. 

“Fuck, that was good,” I pulled out of Jack when my cock had stopped throbbing, my balls depleted. I watched proudly as my massive load gushed from his wrecked hole, trailing down the back of his ballsack. 

“This is gonna be a great year,” Jack climbed upon his mattress, turning over and reaching for my cummy cock. “I couldn’t ask for a better roommate.”

“I dunno, bro,” I hesitated, as he lapped at my spent dick, licking me clean. “I’m not sure that we should be roommates.”

“What?!” he gasped. “Don’t you want to fuck my ass anytime you want?”

“That’s the problem,” I admitted. “I’m afraid I’ll never want to study, or go to class, or meet girls. I’ll just want to be balls deep in you all the time.”

“And is that such a problem?” Jack winked, pulling me atop of him as he opened his legs for me. 

“I guess not,” I laughed, pushing my cock back into his used hole, preparing to deliver my third load of the night. 

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

[bold-new-look]

[twisted-talez]

“You need get off the beach,” I warned the hot stud, waking him from his deep slumber upon the beach hammock as dark, ominous clouds approached the shore. He had a mild sunburn, his muscular, hairy body gilded in a rosy hue. He stared up at me in confusion with those puppy dog eyes, a sexy stache resting upon his parted lips. “There’s a bad thunderstorm headed this way,” I continued. “You need to seek shelter.”

“My—uh—my hotel is way up the beach,” he gestured towards the north. “I took a long walk along the shore after lunch, and then I must have fallen asleep in this hammock.”

“There’s not time for you to get back to your hotel,” I advised him. “Why don’t you come with me? My condo is right across the street from here. I’m Dale,” I extended my hand, pulling him off the hammock.

“I’m Benton,” he replied, the storm clouds rapidly obscuring the sky, a sudden wind battering our bodies. Large drops of rain started to splat against the sand. 

Five minutes later, the deluge began. Benton was safe in my apartment, still attired in nothing but his swim trunks, watching the storm through the glass doors to my ocean-view balcony. A crack of lightning split the sky, striking not far from the hammock that he had just occupied. 

“I’m glad you’re not out there,” I stated, thunder booming above us, rattling the windows. “You could have been electrocuted—you could have died.”

“Maybe I should have died,” Benton lowered his head, a tear running down his face.

“Don’t say that,” I gasped. “What’s—what’s going on with you?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t really want to die,” he wiped at his face with embarrassment. “It’s just been a shitty few days.”

“Hey—it’s okay,” I offered soothingly, grabbing him by the hands, taking him to my couch. “You wanna talk about it?”

“You—you don’t want to hear my problems,” he shook his head, sitting next to me. 

“No—I do,” I insisted, stroking his back. “This storm is gonna have you stuck here with me for a while. You might as well tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I wasn’t supposed to be here alone,” Benton wiped at a tear. “I booked this beach vacation for my girlfriend Ellie and me. I was gonna propose to her—I had the ring and everything. But then two days before we were to travel here, I came home early and caught her fucking a dude from her work.”

“Oh my god,” I gasped. “I’m so sorry. That’s the worst. But maybe there’s a silver lining to it—maybe it was the universe intervening? Imagine if you’d had married her and then she cheated on you?”

“That’s what my buddies all said, too,” Benton swiped at another tear. “They encouraged me to come here without her. They said I just needed to smash a lot of pussy and that I’ll soon forget the bitch.”

“It’s not bad advice,” I agreed. 

“Yeah, but it hasn’t worked out that way,” he started to sob. “I can’t even bring myself to approach the girls I see on the beach or in the bars. I just walk the shore all day and night, thinking that I’m gonna live the rest of my life alone.”

Benton broke down at that point, sobbing hard. Instinctively, I reached for him, pulling him into a hug as he cried on my shoulder, his hairy chest heaving in waves of grief. I rubbed his back, whispering softly in his ear that I was there for him and everything was going to be alright. 

“Nobody’s ever been this nice to me,” Benton wiped at his tears, pulling away as he stared into my eyes, our faces inches apart. And then it happened. Wrapping one of his muscular arms around my back, he pulled me into him. Our lips met, his stache tickling me. Our tongues danced. The earth shifted.

“What the fuck was that?” I gasped as our lips parted, still in shock that this hot-as-fuck straight boy had kissed me out of the blue, rocking my world.  

“I’m—I’m so sorry,” Benton apologized frantically as he started to stand up. “I shouldn’t have—”

“No—stop,” I pulled him back down on the couch with me. “Don’t apologize. What you did was hot as fuck. You’re an amazing kisser.”

“Yeah?” he smiled bashfully. 

“Yeah,” I affirmed. “But I don’t understand. I thought you were straight. You were just crying over your ex-girlfriend. I guess I’m just—I guess I’m confused.”

“I’m the one who’s confused,” Benton sighed. “I’ve never told anybody this, but I’ve known for a long time that I’m attracted to guys. It scares the shit outta me, so I always just ignore it. But then you were so nice to me just now, and I think you’re cute as fuck, and I couldn’t stop myself. I had to kiss you.”

“I’m glad you did,” I smiled, my hand on his hairy thigh. “I think you needed that kiss to confirm what you already knew inside—that you’re into guys. Maybe your girlfriend picked up on that? Maybe she cheated on you because she knew instinctively that she could never be what you really needed?”

“I dunno—maybe,” Benton conceded, leaning over and kissing me once more, fireworks in my brain. “All I really know,” he whispered as our lips parted, his breath suddenly hot at my ear, “is that I want to be inside you.”

Instantly, he pulled me to the floor, tearing off my shorts and t-shirt. The storm continued to rage outside, but an even bigger one was brewing within the confines of my condo. 

“We can go to my bed,” I suggested, naked on the floor as Benton hovered over me, fumbling with the drawstring of his swim trunks. But my suggestion was forgotten when he undid his trunks, kicking them to the floor as his massive cock came into view. “Jesus, you’re hung,” I gasped. 

“It’s not all that big,” he declared with false modesty while giving it a tug. His cock was easily nine inches and thicker than my wrist. Christ, it was gonna hurt and yet feel so fucking good. 

Before I knew it, I was flat on my back. Benton was pushing my legs over my head, my hole exposed to him. He began to push his cock head against the tight knot of my sphincter. 

“Dude,” I stopped him. “You gotta let me get it wet for you first.”

I sat up quickly, taking his massive member in my mouth. Expertly, I swirled my tongue around his fat cock head and his thick shaft before taking him balls deep. 

“Dayum,” he exclaimed, his meaty hand at the back of my head, his balls pressed against my chin. “I’ve never had a bitch take me to the balls.”

“I think you’ll find I’m able to do a lot of things that a bitch can’t do,” I surfaced for air, my saliva coating his thick fuck tool. “How about you get that big dick up my ass and find out for yourself?”

Eager to fuck me, Benton pushed me back to the floor, his meaty hands pushing my knees into my chest. He looked downward as he aimed his cock at the bullseye of my hole and—BAM—he was inside me. 

“Fuck, your tight,” he marveled, a bolt of pain flashing through my body just like the lightning outside. “I’ve never had pussy this tight,” he began to thrust inside me. 

“Go slow at first,” I advised, bearing the pain through gritted teeth, not wishing to discourage him when it was his first time fucking a guy. “Just gimme a minute to adjust, okay?”

But Benton was like a kid with a new toy at Christmas, wanting to see everything it could do at once. He was pounding me hard, battering my bowels, going deeper than he ever could in a bitch. In some ways, that big tool helped to pound away the discomfort rapidly. I was soon writhing in pleasure, waves of ecstasy consuming me. 

“Fuck me with that big cock,” I moaned, extending my legs and wrapping them around his meaty ass. “Wreck my hole with that big dick.”

The feeling of unparalleled fullness inside of me was overwhelming, my toes curling as Benton routed my depths. Planking above me, his hands driven into the floor on either side of me, Benton leaned forward and kissed me. With his hairy chest rubbing against mine, his tongue probed my mouth just as his cock was probing my hole. The sensation was mind-blowing.

“Christ, I love kissing you,” he shared as our lips parted. “You make me feel things I never felt before when kissing girls.”

“Sometimes you gotta kiss a few frogs before you find a prince,” I joked, wrapping my arms around his torso, rubbing his sweaty back as he labored above me. 

He was pummeling me hard, jackhammering the living shit out of my quivering cunt. I wanted Benton to slow down, to make it last. But it was his first time with a guy, and I had been dicked down by enough straight guys to know that rough and fast was their default setting. Plus, with the storm still raging outside, Benton was going nowhere in a hurry. There was plenty of time for round two. 

“I’m feeling close,” he announced, picking up the pace, driving me impossibly hard. “You want me to pull out when I shoot?”

“Absolutely not,” I commanded, locking my sphincter around his swollen shaft. “I want you to breed me—dump that load up my ass.”

“Fuck that’s hot,” he exclaimed, staring down at his cock as he delivered a series of final thrusts into my bowels. “I’m getting close—OH FUCK—I’m gonna shoot, bro—OH FUCK—Yeah, take my nut—FUUUUCK.”

Benton convulsed on top of me, his cock throbbing intensely as he shot rope after rope of his warm seed into my depths. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt, his cock discharging rhythmically, flooding my guts. 

“That’s it—fill me with your seed,” I moaned, pulling him into me as he bred me, our sweaty bodies melded as one. “Make me yours.”

After his cock stopped throbbing within me, his balls emptied for the moment, we began to doze, his cock still buried in my depths. A clap of thunder awoke us. Startled, Benton pulled out of me, his pearly seed dripping from my gaping hole. 

“This storm isn’t gonna be over anytime soon. Why don’t we go to my bedroom?” I suggested, the hard floor uncomfortable beneath me. “My comfy bed will feel a lot nicer.”

“Sure—but I don’t think I’m ready to go to sleep just yet,” Benton hesitated. 

“Who said anything about sleep?” I smiled deviously, steering his incredible body to my bedroom. “I plan on riding you all night long.”

And I did—taking load after load from him over the course of the next several hours, his big cock pulverizing my cunt in the best possible way. We finally fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, the storm outside quieting down around the same time that we did. 

I awoke late the next morning, the storm long gone, sunlight flooding my bedroom. I gave a stretch, my body still in post-coital bliss. But then I realized that I was alone in bed—Benton was gone. Like a typical straight guy, he had snuck out before I had awakened, unable to face the aftermath of his actions in the light of day. All good things must come to an end, I told myself with a deep sigh. 

But then I found Benton in the kitchen, talking quietly on his phone. He was wearing my bathrobe, the front partly open and loosely tied, his hairy chest taunting me. 

“Look—I gotta go,” Benton said into his phone upon seeing me. “We can figure out the details later, okay?”

“Who—who was that?” I asked as he ended the call. 

“It was Ellie,” he confessed. “She called to apologize for hooking up with that guy from work. She wants me to come back home and work things out between us. She still wants to be with me.”

“What—what did you tell her?” I asked, my heart in my throat. 

“I told her that I wasn’t coming home,” Benton reported. “I said that I had met someone on vacation, and that I think it could be love, and that I want to see where things might go with him.”

“You’re—you’re serious?” I stammered in disbelief as Benton pulled me into his arms, elation consuming my body and soul. “You’re sure?”

“Absolutely,” Benton kissed me. “I’m a freelance journalist, so I can work from anywhere. I told Ellie to pack up my shit and I would call her back later with your address. I hope you don’t mind if I crash on your couch for a short while until I can find my own place.”

“Crash on my couch?” I laughed, pulling him back to my bedroom, eager to get his big dick inside me again. “The only place your ass belongs is in my bed.”

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

[tyler-spicyp]

[josefksays]

[twisted-talez]

“Fuck, you’re big,” he exhaled, his eyes closed, his sphincter tensing as I pushed my eight-incher all the way into his greedy cunt. Christ, it felt good to be inside a warm hole again. I had promised my girlfriend that I wouldn’t fuck other girls while she was out of town—but I never said anything about her little brother.

“I’m mad at you,” Kayla pouted dramatically as we FaceTimed while 4,000 miles apart, the Eiffel Tower in the background as she sipped a café au lait at a sidewalk café. “You broke your promise.”

Kayla was into her second week of a summer internship at a prestigious French fashion publication. Whereas, my only plans for my summer home from college were going to parties, drinking beer, and jacking off to porn.

“Babe. I swear to you—nothing happened with Brittany,” I insisted, assuming why Kayla was mad. “She totally ambushed me at Jake’s party, posting all those selfies on Insta of us. But nothing happened.”

In truth, Brittany had offered up her easy snatch to me at the party, but I turned her down. Though I desperately needed some pussy, I couldn’t make a move without it getting reported back to Kayla. She had eyes everywhere on me.

“Brittany? Eww—I know you’d never fuck that skank,” Kayla laughed. “She’s so fucking desperate. I’m not at all mad about her Insta posts.”

“Then what are you mad about?”

“I’m mad about Teddy.”

“Teddy—your brother?”

“Yes,” Kayla nodded, taking another sip of coffee. “You promised me that you’d hang out with him this summer, but you haven’t even texted him yet. He has no friends and he’s got nothing to do all day while my parents are at work.”

“Kayla, Teddy is not a child—he’s eighteen years old,” I spat indignantly. “I shouldn’t have to go have a fucking play date with him because he’s not good at making friends. That’s not my problem.”

“Well, it will be your problem when I refuse to suck your dick anymore.”

“Babe,” I pleaded. “Don’t be like that.”

“Just go hang with Teddy, okay?”

“Fine,” I acquiesced. “I’ll go by your house today.”

The truth was, I hated the idea of hanging with Teddy. Having nothing in common, we were polar opposites of each other. I liked watching and playing sports. Teddy liked watching HGTV and making TikTok videos. I lived for pussy. And Teddy, well, Teddy lived for dick. What the fuck was I supposed to do with him?

“What up, bitch?” he greeted me at the door wearing a halter top and a pair of hot pink shorts pilfered from Kayla’s closet, the word JUICY emblazoned across his tight ass.

“Dude. I’ve asked you not to call me bitch.”

“And I’ve asked you not to call me dude.”

“Fair enough,” I agreed, following him inside. “Let’s just try to get along for Kayla’s sake, okay?”

“Fine,” he shrugged. “You want something to drink—a Coke or a beer?”

“I’ll take a beer,” I replied, taking a seat on the living room couch, hoping a mild buzz would take off the edge I always felt around Teddy.

He returned quickly from the kitchen, sashaying like a runway model. Teddy had a Coke for him and a beer for me, poured into a frosty glass.

“Wow,” I exclaimed in jest, taking the beer from him. “This is really full service.”

“I love to provide—service,” Teddy winked.

Ignoring his rather obvious flirtation, I got Teddy talking about his favorite topic, which is any of the Real Housewives series airing on Bravo. I saved the latest Taylor Swift album for backup conversation.

My mind wandered while he prattled on and on, remembering the time I fucked Kayla in the Juicy shorts he was wearing, my cock sliding up the open leg because she didn’t want to undress with her parents downstairs. A glob of my cum had dripped onto the hem of her shorts when I pulled off the condom, which made Kayla mad.

“Are you even listening to me?” Teddy barked, snapping me back to the present.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” I apologized feebly. “I was just thinking about your sister.”

“I can see that,” Teddy stated, eyeing my tented shorts. Thinking about fucking Kayla in her room, her creaming on my big cock with her parents downstairs, had given me a raging boner.

“There’s nothing to see,” I insisted, my hand covering my crotch.

“There’s actually a lot to see,” he licked his lips, his eyes still fixated on my package. “You’re hung like fuck—I’ve seen it.”

“You’ve never seen my dick,” I spat indignantly.

“That’s what you think,” he winked, pulling out his phone, scrolling through at least a dozen dick pics that I’d texted to Kayla. He paused on one photo in particular with my load fanned up my abs after jerking myself off. I had texted the naughty photo to Kayla the night before with the caption: Thinking of you.

“Where the fuck did you get these pics?” I demanded.

“I lifted them from Kayla’s iCloud,” he laughed sadistically. “She never changes her password.”

“Dude. Those pics are private. They were meant for Kayla only. You can’t—”

“I want you to fuck me,” Teddy interrupted.

“The fuck?!”

“I want you to fuck me,” he repeated firmly.

“Dude. I’m not gonna fuck you.”

“It’s not fair—Kayla gets everything,” Teddy declared angrily. “She has a hot, hung boyfriend to fuck her whenever she wants. Whereas, I have to scrounge for cock down at the park, hoping some balding, married guy with a beer belly will grunt his load into me in a dirty men’s room stall.”

“Dude. That’s not my problem,” I spat.

“Stop calling me dude,” he admonished.

“Fine.”

“Look,” Teddy continued, his voice calmer. “We both have a problem. I need some dick, and you need a warm hole. Don’t deny it. I’m sure you’re tired of having to jack yourself off while Kayla is gone.”

I didn’t want to admit it, but Teddy was right. I was already tired of rubbing my dick raw several times a day. Kayla was somewhat of a nympho, her voracious appetite for sex a perfect match for mine. We fucked more than we did anything else together. And with her away for the entire summer, my balls weren’t going to survive.

But could I fuck her little brother? I didn’t want to admit it, but he kind of looked like Kayla in those clothes—the same lithe body, minus her long hair and bouncy breasts. Teddy’s voice and mannerisms were even just like hers. The thought of fucking a guy had never crossed my mind. But this scenario was different. I could fuck Teddy and just pretend that he was Kayla. A warm hole is a warm hole.

“I dunno, Teddy,” I feigned indifference, not yet wanting to show my cards. “Fucking my girlfriend’s little brother is kinda fucked up.”

“Look, I know Kayla’s got you on a tight leash,” Teddy presented his argument. “We both know there’s no way you’re gonna be able to last all summer without some pussy. But as soon as you dump your load in some easy, willing bitch, Kayla’s gonna find out about it.”

“True,” I conceded. “But how is fucking you any different?”

“Because I’m safe—nobody would find out,” Teddy insisted. “Kayla would kill me if she found out I was giving my ass up to you. So you know I’m not gonna tell anyone.”

Teddy had a point. There was security within the shared risk between us. Furthermore, nobody would ever think that I would fuck a dude—especially Kayla’s little brother. And Kayla was the one who insisted that I spend time with her brother. It was the perfect crime. I could get my balls drained, and no one would suspect a thing.

“One last offer to sweeten the deal,” Teddy interrupted my train of thought. “You can fuck me raw and shoot that load up my ass.”

Fucking raw sealed the deal. Kayla never let me raw dog her, always scared of getting knocked up. This was my chance to finally enjoy the satisfaction of fucking without a latex noose choking my thick shaft, the reservoir tip catching my cum.

“Fuck it—let’s do it,” I announced, standing up, eager to get the deed done. “You want to bend over the couch? Or I could fuck you up against that wall?”

“How about my bed?” Teddy offered, grabbing me by the hand and leading me up the stairs. His hand felt just like Kayla’s when in mine. I wondered if his cunt would feel just like hers. I would soon find out.

“I want you to fuck me from behind, at the edge of the bed,” Teddy instructed as we stripped down in his room, a butterfly quilt hung over his bed. “You’ll be able to go really deep that way.”

I took in his hairless body, his pubes shaved just like Kayla’s. I imagined them sharing the same razor in the shower, a thought that was both sick and arousing at the same time.

Climbing on the bed, Teddy positioned himself on all fours, presenting his pink cunt to me. At least I wouldn’t have to look at his face, deluding myself into thinking I was fucking Kayla. And if I ignored his floppy cock and balls hanging beneath his hole, his cunt didn’t look much different than Kayla’s. In fact it looked better—tighter.

“Jesus, you’re hung,” he marveled, his head turned back towards me, taking in my hard cock as I pulled off my shorts. “It’s even bigger than in those dick pics you sent Kayla. There’s some lube there on the dresser. I’m gonna need a lot of it to get that big thing in me.”

Grabbing the lube, I greased up my cock, sliding it in and out of my fist. My emotions were mixed. I wanted to fuck Teddy, but also wanted to beat the shit out of him. And so, I decided to combine the two. His ass would be destroyed by the time I was done with him.

“Get that big cock in me,” he begged as I stepped up to the edge of the bed, my cock in my fist. Standing behind him, I pushed my big cock head into the pink folds of his anus.

“Fuck, you’re big,” he exhaled, his eyes closed, his sphincter tensing as I pushed my eight-incher all the way into his greedy cunt. “Start slow, okay?” he begged, gripping the bedspread, my balls mashed against his hole.

But I ignored Teddy. He wasn’t my girlfriend. I didn’t need to be romantic and tender. I wasn’t there to make love to him. Teddy was a fuck toy, plain and simple. And I was going to fuck him like one.

“Jesus,” he gasped, the bed shaking violently under him as I jackhammered his quivering cunt. “You’re a fuck machine.”

The term was apt. Mechanically, I fucked him, my big cock a piston as I rammed in and out of his depths at a frenzied pace. It felt so good to fuck with no consideration for the hole I was abusing. In that moment, Teddy meant nothing to me. He was just an inanimate object—an open vessel in which to deposit my seed.

“Cum in me,” he begged. “Shoot that big load in me.”

“Nah,” I lied, my cock routing his depths. “You’re not good enough for my cum. I’m gonna pull out and cum all over your pretty bedspread.”

“No,” he pleaded. “I want to feel your warm load inside me. Please cum up my ass.”

I made no promise as I pushed his face into the mattress, tilting his ass even higher. The angle afforded me unparalleled depth, my big cock probing further into his void. I had never fucked this deep with Kayla or any other bitch.

“FUCK,” Teddy cried, his sphincter gripping me, milking me. “You’re so fucking deep.”

The experience was overwhelming, pressure building in my balls. My shaft began to swell, my cock throbbing. There was no turning back.

“FUCK—SHIT,” I grunted, my load spewing into Teddy’s void, my cock pulsing inside him.

“Holy fuck—I can feel you cumming,” Teddy marveled as I granted his wish, breeding his ass, filling him to the brim with my warm seed.

“Jesus, I needed that,” I exhaled, pulling out of Teddy, my pearly load dripping from his wrecked cunt and down the back of his ballsack. Weak on my legs, I collapsed on my back next to him.

“Mmm—I want a taste,” Teddy declared, rolling over and eyeing my cum-slicked dick. Deftly, he took me into his mouth, licking and sucking my spent cock until it was squeaky clean.

Miraculously, I was still hard. Straddling me, Teddy sat on my cock, taking me balls deep into his used, puffy hole. Riding me hard, cowboy style, Teddy milked another load out of me—and then another.

An hour later, with four loads total drained from my depleted balls, I left Teddy upon his bed, his cunt a pulverized mess. He made me promise to return the next day, but there was really no need for promises. With Kayla gone for the summer, I finally had a worthy substitute for her pussy. And in all honesty, his cunt put hers to shame.

“Teddy told me you stopped by today,” Kayla smiled when she FaceTimed me when I got home. It was late night in Paris, the Eiffel Tower twinkling in the distance. “He said you two really hit it off and had an awesome time.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Teddy is a lot of fun. I definitely got to know him on a much deeper level,” I confessed, trying to suppress a laugh. “And he’s so giving. I got the feeling he’d do just about anything for me.”

“That’s fantastic,” Kayla beamed. “Teddy mentioned you’re already getting together again tomorrow. Is that right?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed. “But I was thinking of bringing a few buds with me next time. Maybe Tyler, Brax, and Preston. I think they’d really enjoy tagging—oops, I mean hanging—with Teddy.”

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

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[topped-your-dad]

[mightymeatybeef]

Damn, daddy.

[maturedadsandmen]

"Could you hand me my shirt?" I asked as I looked down to finish tying my shoe. I was still feeling more than a little put off at being rushed out the door after a spontaneous fuck.

"Why don't you grab it yourself, Sport?" I heard him say in his typical gruff manner along with that little bit of drawl to his voice that always drove me wild with lust.

I looked up, ready to chastise him for practically pushing me out of bed before wifey came back from shopping with her girlfriends but now trying to be playful with me to soften the blow. That's when I saw my button-down hanging from his revitalized dick like a rung on a coat rack.

"Jesus, Coach. You make it hard for a guy to let himself be shoved out the door after the fuck you just threw me."

He reached out for my waist and pulled me to him to claim a kiss that was almost certainly meant to be short but ended up going long. When we finally parted, he grinned at me. "And you make it hard for me to shove you out. But I gotta..."

"I know, I know," I interrupted him, not wanting to hear his regular spiel about her being home any minute.

While I ran one hand through the thick hair on his meaty chest, the other reached down to slowly pull my shirt from his hardon. I won't lie. The horny college kid in me also made sure to cop a good feel and give him a few slow, soft strokes before I stepped away and slipped the shirt on.

As I buttoned it, I looked over at him and smirked. "We're doing this again... and soon! You owe me."

He laughed. "I guess I do. Next time, we'll set something up for when she's gone for the whole weekend."

"No," I contradicted him, surprising myself at how forceful I was being. "Next time we'll do it when we find a free few minutes. You know we're too hot for each other to wait for her to take a trip." He chuckled softly and blushed because he knew I was right. "But you do owe me a slow fuck, post-coital cuddling, and a lot of making out afterwards."

He opened his mouth, possibly to object, but closed it and then looked at me sincerely. "You're right, Sport. And I promise. You'll get what you deserve soon." He crossed the room to step up to me, looked deep into my eyes, and added softly, "because I want that too."

God damn, he made me hate being his dirty little secret. But when he said things like that, I almost felt like I wasn't.

Moments later, he had jumped in the shower and I had jogged down the stairs. Before I turned the knob on the front door, I remembered something and dashed into the kitchen to grab a book from the side table. I was just re-entering the foyer when the door opened and an attractive woman in her late 40s walked in. She was clearly surprised to come face to face with me.

I'd wiggled my way out of enough of these moments in my very few years of sexual experience to not miss a beat. I put on my most winning smile. "Hi, Mrs. H!"

"Boyce... Hi..." She sounded as bewildered by my presence in her home as she looked. "What are you doing here? Joey didn't come back from his weekend trip to see his girlfriend, did he?"

My best friend of nearly 15 years had gone on a 12-hour cross-state road trip two days ago to see his girlfriend who had gone to State for college.

"No," I chirped as sweetly as I could. "He's still with Tracy."

That made her eye me suspiciously...all part of my plan. "Then why are you here?"

I held up the college textbook I'd grabbed from the kitchen moments earlier. "I left this here the other night when Joe and I were studying. I want to get in some more reading before the exam on Monday."

She grinned. "I must've told Joey a hundred times to meet up with you to give that book back to you. I'm sorry he didn't."

"It's okay," I conceded. "He's got other things - and a certain girl - on his mind."

This time she laughed. "And that's why his grades are struggling. I thought when that tart went across state to college that would put a stop to she and Joey. It's only made it worse!"

"What can I say?" I tried to sound invested in the conversation. "My best buddy's got it bad!"

Was I really standing here having a casual chat with this woman mere minutes after her husband had fucked me in their bed?

"Where's Mr. Hogan?" She asked, abruptly changing the subject. It was weird to hear her refer to her husband to me like this was 13 years ago and I was a 7-year old over at her house on a playdate. Like I didn't know his name was Sean.

I shrugged. "I'm not sure. I heard running water upstairs when I came in. He must be in the shower."

"Oh. Okay." And then another suspicious glance. "Wait. Then how'd you get in here?"

I'd inadvertently painted myself into a corner. I decided to take a leap of faith. "Joe told me before where you keep the spare key in that fake rock by the front stoop. I hope you don't mind."

Her face relaxed and I knew I'd guessed correctly. "Of course not! You know you're practically family, Boyce."

Now was the perfect time to make my graceful exit before Sean Hogan came downstairs, put his foot in his mouth, and blew up the good thing we had going. "Speaking of family, I'd better go. We've got a birthday dinner for my aunt that I can't be late for."

That was a lie. Both of my parents were only children. But Karen Hogan was only a casual acquaintance of my mother and only spoke to my father to say a polite hello. She'd never have occasion to learn the fabrication I'd just made.

She smiled. "Tell your parents I said hello."

"Will do!" I smiled back as I moved toward the door. "Oh, and tell Mr. H I'm sorry I missed him. I wanted to hear how the team's looking this year."

Coach Hogan had been the high school's basketball coach for over 10 years now.

A few more casual and breezy goodbyes exchanged and I was out the door and headed toward my car parked at the curb, breathing a heavy sigh of relief at how close Coach and I had come to being caught.

When I got in the car, I pulled out my phone and sent him a quick text to let him know what happened so he wouldn't get tripped up if Mrs. H mentioned me being there.

Then I sent a follow-up call back to a phrase I'd used with him earlier. "You owe me!"

A few minutes later my phone buzzed and I grabbed it to take a look. Coach had sent me a dick pic. Still hard as a rock! I momentarily lost my grip on the wheel and the car swerved. " Fuck, Coach!"

Then another text. "Hopefully this'll tide you over 'til we can do more. Thanks for the cover story with Karen."

It shouldn't have, but the acknowledgment for helping him carry on our affair in secret made my heart skip a beat.

I hated being his dirty little secret. But also I loved it. And that was the problem... AND the blessing.

[roman-risqueux]

[rick-zalez7]

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[miles-risqueq]