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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.

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My boyfriend Alec was asleep on our living room couch when I arrived home late at night, a magazine still open beside his scruffy face. Our cat Peepers was nestled in the crook of his arm, sleeping peacefully. In nothing but his boxer briefs, Alec’s muscular, hairy body called to me, his needy cock begging for my attention. I was powerless to resist the urge to suck that big dick.

Climbing between his legs as Peepers awoke and made a jump to the floor, I pulled down the front of my boyfriend’s briefs, resting the waistband below his heavy ballsack. Like magic, Alec’s cock instantly came to life, growing and swelling at my loving touch. Wasting no time, I took that meaty cock down my throat.

“Mmmm—what’s this?” Alec awoke, staring down at his cock buried down my throat. “How was your study session with Bryce? I tried to wait up for you.”

“Yeah—sorry,” I quickly surfaced, his cock slicked with my saliva. “We had a lot to go over before the test on Friday.”

“Fuck, that feels good,” Alec exhaled as I returned to his cock, sucking his big tool ravenously, my lips locked around his thick shaft. “Jesus, you’re hungry for it.”

“I am hungry,” I licked up and down his veiny shaft. “I want your cum so bad.”

“He fucked you—didn’t he?” Alec accused me out of the blue, pulling his cock away from me with his right hand. “You let Bryce fuck your ass—didn’t you?”

“Why—why would you say that?” I gasped in feigned shock.

“Because the last time you woke me up with a blow job,” Alec laughed, “you had just given up your ass to a guy you met on the campus bus. You always try to relieve your guilty conscience by pleasuring me.”

“Jesus, am I that transparent?”

“Yes,” Alec smacked my cheek with his hard cock. “You’re a slut for cock, and I love that about you. But I’m honestly surprised about Bryce. Isn’t he married?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, reaching for Alec’s cock again, stroking it as we talked. “And his wife is pregnant.”

“Christ,” Alec laughed. “If women only knew how easily a man will give up his dick to a gay dude while his wife is pregnant, women would stop having babies and society would collapse.”

“So true,” I agreed. “It’s a mystery why I didn’t get pregnant when that guy two floors up was giving it to me almost every day while his girlfriend had a bun in the oven. Man, that dude was a cum factory.”

“Speaking of cum,” Alec pulled me onto his chest, his hand traveling down the back of my pants, his thick finger probing my used hole. “Let’s see how much cum Bryce shot up your ass.”

“It was a big load,” I admitted. “It felt like he dumped a gallon of cum in me.”

“Yeah—no shit,” Alec withdrew his finger, covered in Bryce’s viscous cum. “You better climb on my dick. If anyone is gonna impregnate my slutty boyfriend tonight, it’s gonna be me.”

“I need you inside of me,” I moaned, pulling off my shorts. Deftly, I straddled Alec, sitting on his cock, taking him into my depths.

“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled in ecstasy. “You’re so fucking wet. I love fucking you when you’ve got a sloppy cunt like this.”

“I should fuck other guys more often, if you enjoy getting cucked so much.”

“Not that often,” Alec slapped my ass in jest as I rode his cock. “How did it happen tonight—with Bryce?”

“We were quizzing each other in the science library, and Bryce was having a hard time concentrating,” I shared, bracing my hands on Alec’s hairy chest. “He said he hadn’t had sex in four months, so I offered up my hole to him.”

“That was all it took?”

“That was all,” I nodded, gripping his shaft within my fuck canal as I eased myself up and down his rigid rod. “He then fucked me in the basement men’s room—it’s always dead down there.”

“Only a cumdump like you would know the best place to fuck in a library,” Alec teased, resting his arms behind his head, enjoying the ride. “Did he last long inside you?”

“Of course not,” I laughed. “He busted his nut in under three minutes. He had never fucked a guy before, and said he couldn’t believe how much tighter it was than pussy.”

“Jesus, that’s hot,” Alec grabbed me by the hips and began to jackhammer me hard. His pelvis was rocking rhythmically upon the couch cushions, his big one battering my bowels. “You’ve managed to convert yet another straight guy.”

“I converted you,” I reminded Alec, leaning forward, giving him a deep kiss as he continued to ravage my guts with his big fuck tool. “You never went back to pussy after you tried my cunt.”

“Damn straight—well, maybe not straight,” Alex smiled, his cock beginning to swell within me. “I’m getting close. You ready for your second load of the night?”

“Seed me,” I begged, bucking hard on him, working out his nut. “Breed me deep.”

“FUCK,” my boyfriend grunted. “Here it comes, baby—SHIT—Yeah, open that cunt for me—FUCK—SHIT.”

Alec’s body convulsed beneath me, his big one expelling his seed, flooding my guts with a massive load. I imagined his swimmers meeting up with Bryce’s boys, the two teams fighting to the death in my depths.

“Damn, that was a big load,” I marveled as I dismounted him, a torrent of pearly cum escaping my gaping hole, sliding down his shaft.

“I think that’s more than just my cum,” Alec observed astutely, watching as I knelt between his legs and sucked his cummy cock clean. “There’s definitely some Bryce mixed in there.”

“You want to taste some of Bryce?” I offered, bringing my lips to Alec’s, sharing the melange of cum upon my tongue.

“Mmm, Bryce and I taste good together,” Alec licked his lips as we parted. “He and I will make a beautiful baby inside of you.”

“I only want your baby inside me,” I teased, going in for another post-coital kiss, our tongues dancing.

“When are you and Bryce studying together again?” Alex asked, taking me into his strong arms as I rolled over next to him.

“Thursday night—before the big test on Friday,” I answered, resting my head upon his hairy chest.

“Good,” Alec planted a kiss upon the top of my head. “Plan on having Bryce over here to study next time. I think it would be fun to tag your ass with him.”

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

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“Christ,” he exhaled, his head tipping back reflexively as I deep throated his big cock, his dress shirt undone, his pants around his ankles. I had interviewed with my dad’s buddy for a summer internship, but ended up sucking his dick.

“Come in and have a seat,” Mr. Alderman had greeted me thirty minutes earlier when I arrived to his office after the close of business. “Thanks for coming in so late,” he smiled. “I’m just too busy during the day to squeeze in interviews.”

“No problem at all, Mr. Alderman,” I assured him.

“Ted—call me Ted,” he interrupted. “Your dad and I have been best buds since we were boys, so you can drop the mister shit.”

“Thanks, Ted,” I blushed, for I had long been attracted to him. With his expensive suits that hugged his athletic body, his shaved head, and scruffy beard, Ted Alderman ran the best accounting firm in town. I had hoped for the chance to work under him—in more ways than one.

“I suppose your dad told you all about the divorce,” Ted leaned back in his chair, giving me a prime view of his prominent bulge.

“Yeah—uh—sorry to hear about you and Sheila.”

“I gave the fucking bitch tennis lessons for Christmas,” he sneered. “And she thanks me by fucking her tennis instructor.”

“That sucks,” I sympathized, not sharing that my dad told me she got her pussy smashed by the tennis instructor and three other guys —all at once. “I’m so sorry.”

“Fuck my life,” he shrugged. “Anyhow, I looked over your resume just before you arrived today,” he announced, picking it up off his desk.

“Awesome—thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he tossed the resume back on the desk. “I’m really sorry, kid, but there’s no way that I could hire you.”

“But my dad said that—”

“Listen, I know your dad and I go way back,” he began, “which is why I promised to interview you. But you haven’t taken advanced accounting or statistics yet. You’d be in over your head here. I suggest you take some more classes and reapply next summer.”

“I understand,” I sighed, disappointed. I then stood up to leave. “Well—thanks for taking the time to meet with me.”

“Now hold up,” he raised his hand to stop me. “Sit back down a minute. I haven’t seen you in awhile, and I’d still like us to catch up a bit.”

“Yeah—sure,” I agreed, trying to hide the rejection I felt.

“You remember my son Ryan?” he began.

“Yep, we graduated from Central High together,” I nodded, not sharing that Ryan was a popular jock who never spoke a single word to me. “I remember him.”

“Well, Ryan told me he saw you at a frat party up at State a month ago,” Ted shared, one eyebrow raised.

“Really?” I hesitated, my brow beginning to sweat. “I’m not sure I remember—”

“Ryan said he walked in on you sucking a line of cocks in the basement of the frat house,” Ted continued. “He said you must have smoked thirty poles at that party.”

“Mr. Alderman—I mean Ted,” I begged. “Please don’t tell my dad about that. If he found out that I’ve been sucking dick, he would—”

“Now calm down—calm down,” Ted cut me off, raising his hands to silence me. “I’m not gonna tell your dad shit, you understand?”

“You’re not?”

“Certainly not,” Ted assured me. “What you do with your dirty mouth is nobody’s business. But I do have one favor to ask in return.”

“Yes?”

“Will you suck my big one for me?”

And then Ted unzipped his pants, pulling out a fat nine-incher as he kicked his pants down to his ankles. His big one was thick and veiny, resting atop a set of ripe, round plums that were begging for release.

“Does—does this mean you’ll give me the summer job, if I suck your cock?” I ventured excitedly.

“Fuck no,” he laughed, unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing a set of meaty pecs fanned in salt-and-pepper fur. “All this means is that I’m a guy in the middle of a messy divorce, and I need to dump a load down your warm, wet throat. You game for that?”

“Hell yes,” I exclaimed, dropping to my knees before him like a ravenous cocksucker, taking his big dick down my throat.

“Christ,” he exhaled, his head tipping back reflexively as I deep throated his big cock. “You learn to do that with those frat boys?”

“Not exactly,” I paused, coming up for air. “I’ve been sucking cock down at that adult video arcade out on the truck route since I was old enough to get in the place.”

“The Cherry Patch?” Ted laughed. “Jesus, I haven’t been to that old shit hole since the time your dad and I—”

“What?!” I exclaimed. “You and my dad went there?”

“Now don’t go blabbing to your dad about this,” Ted winked, smacking his big cock against the side of my cheek. “But your dad and I used to go visit the glory holes there back in the days when we were single and not getting much pussy.”

“My dad got sucked at a glory hole?” I gasped, driven wild by the image of Dad and Ted getting their dicks serviced by some random dude, spewing their loads into the guy’s hungry mouth.

“Shit, boy,” Ted laughed, shoving his cock back down my throat. “Your dad and I did more than just get sucked at those glory holes—we fucked a few guys, too. You young guys think you invented sex, but it’s all been done before you.”

Finished with his naughty trip down memory lane, Ted applied pressure to the back of my head with his meaty hand. Leaning back in his chair, he raised his hips and began to pummel my throat at a rapid pace, face fucking me.

“Fuck, this feels good,” he exhaled, his balls slapping my chin. “I can’t remember the last time I had head this good—it certainly wasn’t from Sheila.”

Locking my lips around his veiny shaft, I replicated his rhythm, my neck flexing back and forth, taking his big dick deeper down my throat. Jesus, he was thick, my jaw straining to accommodate his girth.

Gripping both sides of my head, Ted unleashed a fury down my throat, working out all his pent-up aggression over the divorce. I was gagging on his big one, struggling to endure the unrelenting abuse as he jackhammered my throat. But I wasn’t about to throw in the towel until I had my reward—his creamy load.

“Yeah—just like that,” he growled, pummeling my tonsils, his hands digging into the sides of my head. “Yeah—keep that up—don’t stop—Christ, that’s good—don’t stop—don’t stop—FUCK—FUCK.”

With a grunt that shook the walls of his office, Ted expelled a torrent of cum, spewing in my mouth, down my throat. Over and over, his cock throbbed, releasing his creamy ambrosia into my belly. It was like the man hadn’t shot his wad in months. I struggled to swallow it all, not wishing to waste a single drop.

“Damn,” he exhaled as he pulled out of my throat, his balls finally depleted. “You sure are one phenomenal cocksucker,” he praised, smacking his cummy cock against my cheek.

“Thank you, sir,” I blushed, wiping the viscous mix of cum and saliva from my face with the back of my hand.

“Stand up and turn around,” Ted ordered, stuffing his wet cock back into his pants. “I want to see your cunt.”

Obediently, I stood up and dropped my pants as I turned around and bent forward. I then presented my pink, puckered hole to him. If Ted wanted to fuck me right there in his office, I was more than game.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” Ted whispered, his thick finger teasing my eager hole, caressing the downy fur that rims it.

“You can fuck me—if you want,” I offered. “I’m super tight.”

“I would like that,” Ted replied. “But not here. I’d like to get you in my bed some night—give you a proper fucking. Would you like that?”

“Fuck yes,” I exclaimed eagerly, turning around as I zipped up my pants. “Just tell me when.”

“Will do,” Ted smiled. “You ever tried double penetration—taking two cocks in your hole at once?”

“Not yet,” I answered. “But I’m game. You thinking you and your son Ryan might want to DP my hole?”

“No—not Ryan,” Ted laughed. “But I do have another guy in mind. He’s a married guy, but always game for some fun once he’s had a few beers. I’ll be in touch soon to set it up.”

“Awesome,” I beamed. “I’m definitely game.”

Dad was in the den watching TV when I got home from meeting with Ted, while Mom fixed dinner in the kitchen. I was worried that my dad would be disappointed in me for not landing the summer job.

“I didn’t get the job at Ted’s accounting firm,” I informed Dad rather sullenly, plopping down next to him on the couch.

“I know, son,” Dad replied, giving my leg a fatherly pat. “I just got off the phone with Ted. Sounds like you just need a few more classes under your belt. But to show there’s no hard feelings—Ted has invited you and me to come by his place tonight.”

“He did? What for?”

“Ted didn’t really say,” my Dad shrugged. “But he asked me to pick up a case of beer on the way over. Knowing Ted, I’m sure he’s got something fun planned for us.”

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

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“I’m almost done,” the police officer stated as I entered the men’s room, his thick cock in his hand, aiming his golden stream into the dirty urinal. Christ, I wanted him. The macho demeanor. The hairy, muscular arms. The buzzed head and scruffy face. The big bulge in his uniform pants. I was accompanying the officer that day for the precinct’s ride-along program, but the only thing I wanted to ride was his big cock.

“I’m Officer Cooper,” he had introduced himself earlier that afternoon when I met him in the lobby of the police station. I tried to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor, my eyes appraising every inch of this hunky man. “You must be Ryan,” he extended his hand cordially.

“Yeah, I’m here to ride you—shit—I mean, I’m here to ride with you today,” I stammered as he crushed my hand in his meaty paw.

“Sounds good,” Officer Cooper smiled, ignoring my Freudian slip as he released my hand and examined the ride-along form that I had submitted. “It says here that you’re riding along with me today for a class you’re taking?”

“Uh—yeah,” I nodded. “I’m in a criminal justice class at Springdale Tech this semester, and we can get extra credit if we go on a ride-along.”

“You think you might want to go into law enforcement?” he asked, his eyes appraising my scrawny body. “Wear a badge like mine some day?”

“I dunno—maybe,” I lied.

“Well, I had no clue what the fuck I wanted to do with my life at your age,” he chuckled. “So you’re already one step ahead of me by checking out the police force.”

Officer Cooper went over some basic rules with me as we drove off in his squad car, explaining the common 10 codes that I might hear over the radio. I tried to pay attention to him, but his bulging package was too much of a distraction as I wondered how I could get his big cock in me.

We soon had two calls. A code 10-37 for a burglary turned out to be a man climbing through his own window when he’d lost his key. And we were sent to an apartment complex for a code 10–16, a domestic disturbance that turned out to be nothing more than a couple having really loud sex.

Things were kind of slow after that, so Officer Cooper treated me to coffee and donuts. We were sitting in his squad car, enjoying our treat, when he got a personal call on his phone.

“I told you I’m scheduled 3 to 11 today,” he hissed into the phone. “I can’t watch Hannah. It’s not my night, and it’s not my fucking problem if you’ve got a date with some douchebag.”

“Fucking cunt,” he spat upon ending the call. “Sorry you had to hear that,” he turned to me. “My wife and I just got a divorce and we’re still working out the custody issues with our daughter.”

“I’m—I’m sorry to hear that,” I offered feebly.

“The only thing I’m sorry about is that I didn’t wrap my cock when I knocked up that fuckin’ bitch on our second date,” he spat. “Would’ve saved me from nearly ten years of fucking misery. Never raw dog a bitch, you understand me?”

“I don’t need to worry about getting a girl pregnant,” I confessed candidly. “I’m gay.”

“Oh yeah?” Officer Cooper turned his head towards me, his eyes appraising me. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as gay,” he stated unconvincingly.

“My parents are divorced,” I tried to offer some empathy. “So I know what it’s like. My dad was a mess the first year until he got on Tinder and started getting laid again.”

“Tinder,” Officer Cooper spat. “Between my night shifts on the force and taking care of my daughter on the other nights, I don’t have time for Tinder. The only action my cock sees anymore is my right hand,” he pumped his open fist, making the sign for jacking off.

I wanted to offer up my ass to him right then and there. But I was too afraid that Officer Cooper would beat the shit out of some brazen faggot who had the nerve to proposition a cop in his own squad car. And so I remained silent as we each sipped our coffee in silence.

“I gotta piss,” he announced, slipping the car into drive, pulling out onto the roadway. “This coffee goes right through me.”

We were soon at Memorial Park, a run-down city park just up the road. Officer Cooper quickly parked the squad car next to the graffitied public restrooms. “You need to drain the vein?” he asked as he got out of the car.

“I’m—I’m good,” I hesitated as he closed the door. “I’ll wait here in the car.”

What the fuck was wrong with me? Officer Cooper had practically invited me into the men’s room with him. He knew that I was gay. And he confessed to being in need of sex following his recent divorce. I just needed to follow him into that men’s room and offer up my ass to him.

“I’m almost done,” he stated as I entered the men’s room, his thick cock in his hand, aiming his golden stream into the dirty urinal.

Wordlessly, I positioned myself in the adjacent toilet stall that was opposite the sinks. Leaving the stall door open, I dropped the back of my shorts, presenting my eager ass to him. Time dragged at an excruciating pace as I listened to his diminishing stream before the urinal flushed. The moment of truth had arrived.

“Christ Almighty,” he cursed upon finding me, my ass ripe for the taking. “I should’ve known you were after this big cock,” he unzipped himself, his big dick stretching perpendicular to his body. “Is that what you want, bitch? This big cock up your ass?”

“Yes,” I planted my hands on the wall above the toilet, my knotted hole begging to be pulverized. “Fuck me with that big cock, Officer. Fucking wreck my cunt.”

I listened as he hawked a wad of saliva onto the head of his cock before pushing it against my sphincter. His meaty hands gripped my hips, pulling me into him. And then—WHAM—Officer Cooper was inside of me.

“Jesus, you’ve gotta sweet cunt on you, boy,” he marveled, thrusting deep inside me. “I can’t remember the last time I had pussy this good. You like this big dick up your ass?” he queried.

“Your big cock feels so good inside me,” I moaned, riding that thin line between pleasure and pain. My hole was on fire, and I desperately needed more spit. But I gritted my teeth, not wanting to jeopardize the intense fucking that Officer Cooper was delivering to my bowels.

“Yeah—open that cunt for me,” he directed with his hand on my back, pushing my upper body lower as he raised my ass. Instantly, his big dick slid further into my recesses, my eyes rolling back into my head as he pounded my inner-sphincter.

Christ, the man was a fuck machine, hammering my quivering cunt with brutal force. He was punishing my hole with all of his frustrations—his bitch of an ex-wife, his inability to get laid following his divorce. All that anger was directed at my hole, and I was loving it.

Officer Cooper moved his hands to my shoulders, altering his angle once more. His balls smacked my ass repetitively, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls. He was grunting hard, his breathing intensifying, his cock swelling within me. The dude was about to cum, and there was no turning back.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he announced, his balls throbbing against my hole. “You ready for my nut?”

“Breed me,” I begged. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“FUCK,” he grunted loudly, his body convulsing as he flooded my guts. His big dick pulsed over and over, spewing his warm seed into my depths. “FUCK,” he grunted one last time, thrusting deep within my cummy void as his balls finally reached empty.

“I wondered if you were gonna offer up your ass to me,” he confessed while pulling out of me, a gaping hole left in his wake. “I didn’t want to say anything at first, but I had pegged you as gay fairly quickly.”

“How did you know?” I asked, reaching for some toilet paper, trying to stem the deluge of cum that was gushing from my wrecked cunt. “Am I that obviously gay?”

“Well, you shake hands like a six-year old girl,” he laughed boisterously. “And you also order coffee like one. A mocha frappe with whipped cream and extra chocolate sprinkles? No straight dude orders that.”

But before I could respond, Officer Cooper dislodged his radio from his belt. “All units—we gotta 10-71 in the men’s room at Memorial Park. I repeat—a 10-71 in the men’s room at Memorial Park.”

“Code 10-71? What does that mean?”

“That means we gotta dude bent over taking dick in a men’s room,” he smacked my ass. “I hope you’re in the mood for some more cock, boy. Like me, most of the guys on the force are often hard up for a warm hole. You’re gonna have a long night ahead of you.”

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

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