I am single, in my 30's, looking for a boyfriend who wants to one day be my husband. I'm fat, but some people are into that. I like pups and trans men and daddies and chasers and guys both shorter and taller than me. I like facial hair, but weirdly and turned off by guys with long hair?? so disappointed in myself for that one. I like skinny guys and fat guys and muscle guys and guys in between, I mean...I am a man after all... I don't have a fursona nor do I feel the need to have one just to say that I think there is plenty of hot furry art and bara art. and I think I have good looking feet and if you've got weird kinks but want to settle down with a fat guy from Texas hmu and let's see if there's something there. I am not into: Pain, Blood, Gore, Scat, Sounding, fisting (receiving). that seems like plenty of info. oh! I'm clearly gay?? I'm a cis man, not hung, and pretty inexperienced, but open minded.
“Your dad around?” asked our hunky neighbor Ted as I was sunning myself in the backyard on a warm, summer day. “Thought he might wanna come over for a beer on the back deck.”
“Sorry,” I answered, trying not to drool over Ted’s shirtless, muscled body. It was wrong to lust over my dad’s best buddy, but I was powerless to resist his über-masculine vibe. “Dad’s up in Portland this weekend with Darlene,” I informed him.
“I ain’t gonna fuck you again,” my Uncle Jud tilted his head and smirked, shaking his head in defiance when I found him out by the pool, a beer in hand. “Yesterday was a one-time thing,” he spat. “I was drunk and just needed a hole, you understand?”
“Dude—why the fuck did you stop?” my suck bud Adam demanded, his inked, muscular arms propped behind his head, his hairy chest expanded with air at the precipice of orgasm. His eight-incher was raging hard and eager to expel his load down my throat. “I was just about to feed you my load,” he scowled.
“I know,” I acknowledged, hiking down my shorts, reaching for the lube next to us on the bed table. “I just want to try something.”
“Dude—I’m not gonna fuck you,” Adam protested as I lubed up my hole with two fingers. “I’m straight. I don’t fuck guys. Feeding you a load is cool, but sticking my dick in your ass is a line I’m not gonna cross.”
“Please,” I groveled. “I’ve wanted your big cock up my ass for so long.”
“Yeah—I know. Every time you suck me you try to get me to fuck you.”
Adam wasn’t exaggerating. I wanted his cock up my ass in the worst way. It had all started at a pool party at our apartment complex six months prior. Drunk and horny, it was easy to lure him back to my place for some no-strings head when the bitch he’d been flirting with left the party with another guy.
Adam started dropping by my apartment nearly every morning after that, wanting to empty his balls before his job at an auto shop. Busting a nut before work made him less distracted on the job. And though I loved that morning shot of protein down my throat, I was ready to take him to the next level.
“Just let me sit on it, just this once,” I doubled down. “I’m super tight. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop. And I promise to never bring it up again, okay?”
“Dude—are you fuckin’ deaf? I told you that I’m not gonna—”
“When did you last score some pussy?” I cut him off.
“Pussy?” Adam laughed. “I think you know the answer to that, since I’m in your bed feeding you a load almost every morning before work. I wouldn’t be here if I was scoring snatch on the regular.”
“Then fuck me,” I pleaded. “I’ll never bring it up again if you’ll just do it this once.”
“Fine,” he acquiesced as I began to straddle him, grabbing his big cock in my fist, guiding it to my hole. “But I’m not ever doing this again if—”
And then I sat on it, taking him inside me. Instantly, his big dick was embraced by my warm fuck canal, his balls mashed against my hole.
“Holy fuck,” Adam gasped. “It’s so fucking tight.”
“I told you,” I gloated, bobbing up and down on that big dick, his meaty cock head pushing in and out of my depths, over and over again.
Gripping his shoulders, I propelled myself up and down, riding that big dick like I was a kid on a pogo stick. Jesus, he felt good inside of me. His tremendous girth was stretching me good, his big dick battering my insides as I bounced on top of him, his balls slapping my ass with each downbeat.
“You feeling okay?” I asked, looking down at Adam, his eyes closed tightly, his jaw locked, his teeth biting down on his lower lip.
“Yeah—I’m just trying not to nut,” he confessed. “Your hole is just too fucking good, bro.”
“Then breed me,” I invited, smacking down harder on his big one as it swelled in my void. “Give your balls the relief they need, and shoot that load up my ass.”
“I don’t want to cum this fast,” he insisted. “But your tight hole is just too fucking—OH SHIT—Dude, I think I’m gonna—OH FUCK—Yeah, take this fuckin’ nut—FUCK—DAMN.”
Instantly, I felt his release—a deep throbbing in my bowels as his cock erupted, spewing his warm load into my abused fuck canal. “Shit, that’s good,” he moaned as his balls continued to empty in my depths.
I remained on top of him, his head tipped back in ecstasy, his breathing slowly returning to normal. Dismounting him, a gush of his pearly load escaped my wrecked hole and ran down his shaft. I bent down and sucked him clean, tasting his godly ambrosia.
“Did—did you like it?” I finally asked hopefully. “You think you might want to fuck me again with that big cock?”
“Shit, man,” Adam exhaled. “Your tight hole is fucking unreal. I didn’t expect to say this, but I’m definitely down to fuck you again.”
“I’m glad,” I smiled, happy to know that my suck bud was now a fuck bud. “Well, you’re welcome to use my shower if you wanna clean up before you head into work.”
“Work?” he laughed, reaching for his phone, tapping out a quick text. “I’m texting my boss to tell him I’m not coming in today.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” Adam smiled deviously, pulling me into him as he rolled us over on the bed. With his muscular body on top of me, I wrapped my legs around him, receiving his big cock back into my cummy hole. “You’re not gonna be able to walk by the time I’m done with you,” he warned, pounding his second load into me.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, my head tipping back in ecstasy as I exploded in the boy’s mouth, his head bobbing up and down on my big dick, spurt after spurt of my warm load flying down his throat. I knew it was wrong to let the kid suck me off, but morals had never been my thing.
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