“The fuck you want, kid?” he opened his front door while completely naked, making no attempt to cover the huge cock hanging between his legs. He was bearded and inked, a fat cigar gripped between his teeth. I could smell whiskey on his breath. The sound of porn blasted loudly from a TV. “What the fuck do you want?” he repeated.
“I’m Billy—Billy Parker. I live down the street,” I introduced myself, trying not to stare at his large cock.
“Yeah, I seen you around,” he nodded, taking a drag on his cigar. “Your sister is the one always strutting around in her cheerleading uniform, right? Dang, that bitch has got a big set of—”
“Yeah, that’s my sister Clara,“ I cut him off, not wanting to hear him talking about her huge breasts. “May I ask for your name, sir?”
“Sir?” he laughed in a puff of smoke. “That ain’t something I get called much. My name is Randy.”
“Nice to meet you, Randy,” I smiled. “I’m going around the neighborhood—”
“Look—you need to hurry up and get to the point, kid,” he barked in another puff of smoke. “I’m kinda busy at the moment,” he cocked his head toward the sound of porn emanating from within.
“I’m selling popcorn for my scouting troop,” I began, holding out a catalog showcasing the available popcorn flavors and varieties. “And last year your wife—”
“Tammy ain’t my wife,” Randy cut me off. “We ain’t married. And she don’t live here no more. I kicked out that bitch a month ago.”
“Umm, okay,” I pivoted. “Well, last year, your—uh—former girlfriend bought five bags of popcorn from me. And I was hoping that this year—”
“Wait a minute,” he stopped me, eyeing me up and down. “Ain’t you a little old to be peddling popcorn for the scouts?”
“I just turned eighteen, sir,” I answered. “And I’m trying to sell five-hundred bags of popcorn so that I can attend the national jamboree. This year we’re offering classic butter flavor, and caramel, and chocolate drizzle, and—”
“Wait—you said you’re eighteen, right?” Randy asked, his eyes appraising my body.
“You wanna come inside?” he invited, his big, floppy cock giving a slight, involuntary jump at the thought.
“Uh—I’m not sure if I should—”
“Don’t be a pussy,” he grabbed me by the arm, tugging me inside as he closed the front door. “Now that Tammy is gone, I could use me some . . . company.”
Randy led me inside to his wood-paneled den, the floor littered with crumpled cans of beer and empty bottles of whiskey. “Come sit with me,” he motioned as he took his place on a couch opposite a large, wall-mounted TV. On the screen, a blonde bitch was riding a guy with a huge cock.
“You like porn, Billy?” he asked, as I sat next to him on the couch, his big cock hanging between his legs.
“Umm—I’ve never seen much porn,” I admitted. “My parents won’t let me. They still have parental restrictions on all my devices.”
“The fuck?” Randy gasped, taking another drag on his cigar before perching it on an ashtray in the middle of a low coffee table that was also stacked with bottles of booze. “When I was your age, my dad was letting me have his sloppy seconds with the bitches he dragged home from the bar every weekend.”
“You—you and your dad fucked the same ladies?”
“Those skanky whores weren’t ladies,” he laughed. “But yeah, Dad and I used to fuck the same bitches. I’ve never been all that picky about where I’ll stick my dick.”
His eyes were suddenly upon me again. He then reached for a bottle of Jack Daniel’s on the coffee table. Taking a swig, he passed the bottle to me.
“No, thank you,” I declined. “I don’t think my parents would allow me to—”
“Jesus, Billy,” he groaned. “Don’t be such a fuckin’ buzz kill. You’re a man now, you can do whatever the fuck you want.”
His focus returned to the TV, the hung pornstar plugging the blonde bitch up the ass while she fingered her own cunt and squealed in delight. Randy licked his lips lasciviously, his eyes glued to the screen, but my eyes were glued on his big cock. Jesus, he was hung. He wasn’t fully hard yet, his dick hanging thick and full between his legs. I wanted to touch it, but I was too afraid to act.
“You ever play around with any of your little buddies?” he asked, watching as the hung porn dude pulled out of the bitch’s gaping corn hole and sprayed his thick load all over her tits.
“I—uh—I once jacked with a scouting buddy on a camping trip,” I confessed.
“Spoken like a true scout,” Randy laughed. “Good—then you know what to do,” he grabbed my hand and placed it on his thick cock.
His dick grew exponentially at my touch, lengthening and swelling in my grip to at least nine inches. Unable to get my entire fist around his shaft, I proceeded to jack him up and down, his balls rising and falling in unison.
“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, his hands propped behind his head. “Use both hands. That’s it—jack that big dick. Fuckin’ work it for me.”
Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined a cock as big and thick as his. Jacking him reminded me of when my scouting buddy pressed his cock up against mine and had me jack us both at the same time—only Randy’s big cock was thicker than my buddy’s and mine put together.
“You gotta pretty mouth on you, boy,” Randy noted, his hands reaching for my face, his thick finger tracing my lips. “You ready to suck this big dick for me—take it down your throat?”
“Yes,” I nodded eagerly, because I did want to suck that big dick. I had wanted to suck my scouting buddy as well, but he wouldn’t let me, saying that jacking is cool between bros, but that sucking was gay. Whatever. “I want to taste your cock so bad,” I moaned, bending toward Randy’s crotch, his bulbous cock head inches from my lips.
“You’re gonna get more than a taste,” Randy laughed, shoving his big one down my throat. “Watch your teeth,” he admonished, his thick shaft stretching my jaw, his big cock head sliding past my tonsils. “That’s it, boy—relax your jaw. This big cock is a lot to take.”
He wasn’t kidding. I wanted to take my time exploring his big dick, trying out oral for the first time. But Randy had other plans. Taking control, his meaty hands at the back of my head as he sat on the couch and I leaned over him, Randy began to face fuck me violently.
“Yeah, that’s it—open that throat for me,” he commanded, his big cock hammering my throat. I was red in the face. I couldn’t breathe. I had tears in my eyes. I felt like I wanted to puke. But I manned up and allowed Randy to use me.
Over and over he battered my throat, pounding my esophagus like the pocket pussy that some scout brought to the last jamboree, passing it around to the other scouts, cum oozing from it by the end of the night. Randy’s balls slapped against my chin, ready to expel his seed, I assumed. I was wrong.
“Okay—you can stop now,” he suddenly extracted it from my throat. “You got it good and ready.”
“Your ass,” he laughed sadistically. “Now drop them drawers and climb on this big dick, boy. I wanna cum up your ass while you ride me here on the couch.”
My virginity up until that point had felt like an unwanted scouting badge that I was cursed to wear forever. Did I know that I was gay? Yeah, that fact had been revealed to me long before puberty. But the mystery of how to explore my sexuality had eluded me. Now, suddenly, I had a ridiculously hung man wanting to fuck my ass. Dreams do come true.
“Don’t you have some lube?” I asked, kicking off my shoes and discarding my shorts on the floor as I began to climb on top of Randy, our faces inches apart. “I’m—I’m a virgin,” I admitted sheepishly.
“A virgin?” he exclaimed riotously, a blast of whiskey on his breath. “Must be my lucky day.”
“I’m afraid it’s gonna hurt,” I protested, straddling him. “But if we used some lube, then maybe—”
“You don’t need lube,” he scoffed, his rounded cock head inches from my puckered hole. “You got my dick plenty wet.”
And then grabbing me by the hips, Randy forced me down upon his cock, his big one breaching my sphincter, my virgin hole ripped in two. The fucker had lied. I did need lube.
“FUCK,” I screamed, my body seized with blinding pain, my untested sphincter locked around the base of his thick cock.
“Jesus, you’re tight,” he marveled, delivering a series of penetrating strokes inside me. “I forgot how tight dudes are.”
“You’ve—you’ve fucked other guys before?” I asked, gritting my teeth, trying to ride out the pain.
“Yeah,” he laughed with a deep dive into my bowels. “I ain’t picky about where I’ll stick my dick, I told you.”
It felt like a baseball bat had been shoved up my ass, or the muscular arm of a grown man. The pain was unreal, but as I began to move upon that big dick, taking it in and out of me, the pain started to subside. Emboldened, I proceeded to bounce up and down on that big dick like a little kid playing horsey, but that didn’t work for Randy.
“No—like this,” he dug into my hips with his meaty paws and showed me the rhythm he preferred to get off. “And rock your pelvis a bit while you’re riding me—yeah, that’s it—fucking get into it.”
I was doing well, or so I thought, until Randy slid forward on the couch, giving himself more leverage. Instantly, his big cock became a piston within me, hammering rapidly in my guts as his muscular thighs got into the action. Fuck, it felt good.
“You like this big dick up your ass?” Randy demanded, his balls smacking my hole with each thrust. “You gonna let me shoot my load up your ass?”
“Yes,” I exhaled breathlessly. “Cum in me. Make me yours.”
“That’s what I like to hear from a bitch like you,” he slapped my ass with his meaty hands. “Now keep riding me,” he ordered. “Work that load out of me.”
Bearing down with all my weight, his balls mashed against my hole, I began to ride him hard. I imagined he was a bucking bronco as I gripped his shoulders and held on for dear life. We were working together, in synch as he pounded within me, my body meeting his with each thrust.
I loved the fullness of his cock inside of me, the look of bliss upon his face. I had discovered my purpose in life—pleasing men, giving my body to them in any way they desired. And what Randy desired in that moment was to cum up my ass.
“I’m about to bust,” he growled urgently. “Yeah, bitch—get ready for it—OH SHIT—OH FUCK—Take my fucking nut, bitch—FUCK—FUCK.”
The feeling of his orgasm from within me was mind-blowing. Every throb of his balls, every pulse of his big dick, reverberated through my bowels as his cock discharged his seed within me. I held on to him tightly as his load spewed into my virgin territory, forever changing me.
“Fuck, I needed that,” he pushed me off him as soon as his balls had finished their work. I fell to the floor, his pearly load gushing from my gaping hole. Randy stared down at me with a look of disgust as he reached for his cigar, gripping it between his teeth.
“You can go now,” he dismissed me, his eyes returning to the porn on the screen, a new scene with three hung guys banging yet another blonde bitch.
I gathered my things, pulling up my shorts over my used ass, his thick load still dripping from my hole. On wobbly legs, I stood up and slid my feet into my shoes. Randy paid no attention to me, his focus on the TV. I felt used and discarded, yet grateful for his cock, his seed.
“You ready to place your order now?” I vied for his attention, holding out the popcorn catalog after finding it crumpled in one corner of the couch. “If you buy more than five bags, you can get a discount on—”
“I ain’t sure I want that popcorn, Billy,” he swatted the catalog away. “But if you come over again tonight, I’ll think about it while you ride my big cock again. And see if you can borrow your sister’s cheerleader uniform, you hear? I want you to wear it while we fuck. That kinda shit turns me on.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
