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“I made coffee,” Jason announced as I entered the kitchen, pouring a mug and placing it on the counter for me, looking hot as fuck in his skimpy white briefs. “I hope it tastes okay. I wasn’t sure how many scoops to use.”

I tried to not stare at his lithe body, just begging to be dominated by a hung daddy like me. Christ, I wanted him. But, there’s a special place in hell for a man who tries to fuck his son’s best buddy.

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“Fuuuck,” exhaled my older brother Keith, his head rolling back, his muscular, hairy chest heaving as he blasted my tonsils with a thick load of cum. In recent weeks, I had become his dedicated cocksucker, draining his balls on a nightly basis. “Damn, you know how to suck a dick,” he smiled, his balls relieved.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Christ, was it really that easy? It was. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cock blocked again. Fuck my life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“What the fuck did you just ask me?” my buddy’s hot dad inquired, an eyebrow raised as he stood before me, his meaty, hairy pecs taunting me. I had wanted his cock for longer than I could remember, and it was time for me to make it happen. “You want to what?!”

“I—I want to—I want to suck you off,” I repeated to him awkwardly, my eyes staring at the floor.

“Christ Almighty,” he laughed riotously. “I mean—I’ve had some gym sluts offer to give me a discrete dick suck in the sauna, but never has one of my son’s buddies offered to drain my balls.”

“I’m sorry,” I apologized feebly. “I thought that since—you know—you just got divorced that you—”

“That I what?” he spat. “That I’m gonna let my son’s barely legal buddy suck my cock? A kid that I once coached in Little League going down on me? What would Tanner think if he found out you offered to blow me—his best buddy sucking off his own father?”

“You’re—you’re right,” I stammered. “Please don’t tell Tanner about this. It was stupid of me.”

“It’s not so stupid,” he laughed wickedly, his tone changing suddenly. “Clearly, you’re a slut for cock. And it took some balls to offer to suck my dick. I mean—I can respect that.”

But before I could respond, he reached down and pulled out his big cock, resting the waistband of his athletic shorts beneath his hairy balls. Instinctively, I dropped to my knees, his nine-incher inches from my lips.

“Where’s Tanner?” he asked cautiously, not yet giving in to me, stroking himself slowly.

“He’s at the gym,” I answered, drooling at the hunk of meat dangling in front of me, precum forming at the tip. “I’m not sure how soon he’ll be back.”

“Then let’s make this quick,” he ordered, grabbing me by the hair and tipping back my head as he slid that big cock down my throat.

Instantly, he was face fucking me, ramming that nine-incher down my throat over and over again, his hairy balls slapping my chin. I reached up and massaged his hairy chest, my fingers running through the dense forest of fur between his pecs.

“Yeah—get my nips,” he ordered. “They’re like a cum button for me. Work ’em right and you’ll soon get my load.”

Dutifully, I began to pinch his nips, his cock growing even harder in my mouth. Grabbing my ears, he began to skull fuck me harder, pounding my tonsils with a violent fury.

“Fuck, you’ve got a good throat,” he exhaled, his pace increasing. “Much better than those sauna sluts I usually feed at the gym. Fuck that’s good. Yeah—SHIT—Here it comes, you little bitch. Fuckin’ get ready for it.”

And then he grunted like a wild boar, his body convulsing as his thick load erupted from his swollen cock and spewed down my throat. “Yeah—fuckin’ swallow my nut,” he demanded, holding me down on it.

Voraciously, I consumed his load—the elixir of the gods—until his big cock stopped throbbing, his balls emptied. He pulled out, a pearly drop of cum still dangling at the tip, which I devoured greedily. He then reached into his shorts and extracted his phone as I continued to lick his spent cock clean.

“Who are you texting?” I inquired, sucking the last bit of cum out of his slit as he tapped out a text on his phone.

“Tanner,” he answered, glancing down at me with a devious grin. “I told him I’ve got a hungry cocksucker here on his knees, and that he should hurry home so we can tag the little slut in my bed.”

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“I’m surprised you can walk,” sneered Adam, my boyfriend’s hunky dad, as he cast a reprimanding side-eyed glance at me. He was at the kitchen table with his morning coffee as I joined him. “My son certainly gave it to you hard this morning.”

“Jesus,” I gasped, mortified, blood draining from my face. “You heard us? Way on the other side of the apartment?”

“I think the whole building woke up to you screaming your head off,” Adam laughed. “You really know how to take a cock.”

“Uh—thanks,” I replied tepidly. 

“The only question now,” Adam turned to me, placing his mug on the table and adjusting his rapidly expanding crotch, “is whether or not you can handle my big cock?”

My boyfriend Chris had warned me this would happen—that Adam, his beloved father, would try to fuck me. I knew it was coming. And with Chris at work, leaving me home alone with his predator dad, the time had arrived. 

“He fucked all my old boyfriends,” Chris confided in me before his dad arrived to stay with us for a few days. “I brought my college boyfriend home after our first semester, and caught Dad fucking him in the shower. And Dad and my last boyfriend had been fucking on the side for six months before I found out about it.”

“That’s—that’s terrible,” I sympathized. “But I don’t understand. Your dad is married, and your stepmom is hot as fuck—practically our age with blonde hair and big tits, a total trophy wife.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Chris shrugged. “Dad is a sex addict, needing to dip his stick regularly. And he’s totally indiscriminate, fucking anything he can find. Sadly, he sees no problem with playing in my playground—fucking all my old boyfriends and most of my buddies.”

“Well, that stops with me,” I assured Chris. I was resolved to not perpetuate the sick dynamic that had developed between Chris and his dad. Adam was not going to fuck me. Or at least that’s what I believed—until Adam arrived. 

The man exuded sex appeal. Attractive, muscular, hairy, bearded, smoldering eyes, and an amply bulging crotch. He was the spitting image of the man I conjured in my mind during my pubescent days, spanking my monkey on my twin bed, shooting my wad into an old sock.

Chris cooked dinner for us the night Adam arrived, his dad charming and attentive throughout the meal. “I like this one,” Adam gestured to me, a glass of Cabernet sloshing in his hand. “He’s a keeper, Chris.”

“Yeah, that means he wants to fuck you,” Chris whispered in my ear. 

It wasn’t my idea for Chris to fuck me the next morning before he left for work. I was worried the walls were thin, and didn’t like the idea of his dad hearing us. But as Chris fucked me hard—both of us louder than usual—I realized what was happening. Chris was marking his territory, establishing his dominance. My ass belonged to Chris—and not his father. Well, that’s what Chris wanted to believe. 

“Come on,” Adam persisted later that morning with coffee at the kitchen table, Chris at work. “I know you want my cock.”

I was speechless, helpless to resist as Adam stood up. Grabbing my arm in his meaty grip, he led me to the guest room—a spider luring me into his web. 

“I’ve got a two-day load in these balls,” Adam announced, “and you’re gonna work it out of me.”

I was no stranger to the bed of a married man. It wasn’t my first rodeo. I knew my part. Stripping down and tossing my clothes on the floor, I positioned myself on all fours atop the bed. This was to be fucking, pure and simple. 

“Fuck yeah,” Adam growled, his clothes tossed upon mine, his hairy nine-incher erect and searching for an available hole, precum dangling from its engorged tip. “Look at that pretty cunt.”

He dove into it, his tongue probing my hole, still sore from the rigorous fucking Chris had delivered just an hour earlier. His tongue was relentless, digging into my fuck canal. 

“Push it out,” Adam demanded. 

“Huh?”

“Push out his cum,” he ordered. “I can taste it up in there.”

Bearing down hard, I felt the viscous release of Chris’s cum from my sphincter as Adam lapped it up, tasting his son’s load as it dripped from my hole and down the back of my ballsack. It was so fucked up—but so fucking hot. 

“Won’t need any lube for this wet, cummy hole,” Adam announced wiping the cum and saliva from his face with the back of his hand. “I fucking love plowing my son’s sloppy seconds.”  

Grabbing me by the hips, he thrust into me with no warning. 

“HOLY FUCK,” I screamed, my still-sore hole stretched to the max by his massive girth. 

“Don’t be a pussy,” Adam growled, pounding me over and over. “You know you love it rough. I heard the way Chris fucked you, with you begging for more.”

My knees, still weakened from the prior fucking, gave out from under me. Adam’s weight pushed me flat onto the bed. With his muscular arms on either side of me, he pushed himself into a plank and began to pile drive his big cock into me. Like a piston, his cock routed my depths. Jesus, it felt good.

Never before had I been fucked so expertly. Don’t get me wrong, Chris is great in bed. But his dad—his dad was a whole different animal. A total fuck machine. I had never felt such force, such stamina. My mind began to wander, my eyes rolling back into my head. It was like I was in a trance, my body an inanimate object to be used and abused by this hung, hairy, hunk of a man. 

“You ready for it?” Adam snapped me back to reality, his sweaty body writhing atop me at a frenetic pace, dominating me in the best way possible. “You want my cum in your pussy?”

“Yes,” I moaned, preparing for the ride to end, his cock swelling inside of me. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“FUCK—FUCK,” he growled like a bear, his cock pulsing inside me, shooting his seed into my depths. “Yeah, take my fuckin’ nut.”

I reveled in the warmth of his cum as it spread through my bowels, his big dick still throbbing at a steady pace. He pulled out abruptly, one last shot of jizz coating my ass. 

“Fuck that was good,” he stretched his arms, climbing off the bed. “I need a shower—and a nap. So don’t hang around long, if you get me. I don’t cuddle.”

Climbing off the bed as he disappeared into the bathroom, I wobbled back to my bedroom on weak legs. Crashing into the bed, I fell into a deep sleep. 

“Wake up sleepyhead,” Chris’s voice stirred me from my slumber when he returned home for lunch. Shedding his work clothes, he climbed into bed next to me, holding me in his arms. I could hear the TV on in the next room, Adam watching a replay of a football game, shouting at the referee. 

“How’d it go with my dad this morning? Chris asked softly, rubbing my back. 

“Uh—fine.”

“Did he try to fuck you?”

“No—not at all,” I lied, trying to sound convincing, my voice breaking. 

“Bullshit,” Chris called my bluff, his hand traveling down my back, his fingers probing my used hole, wet with his dad’s fresh load. I was busted.

“Chris,” I pleaded. “I can explain—”

“No need to explain,” Chris smiled deviously, licking his cummy fingers clean. Climbing atop me, his hands pushing my legs apart, he delved his cock into me. “Lucky for you, I fucking love plowing my dad’s sloppy seconds.”

Like father, like son. 

And as Chris fucked me, his body writhing atop me, I looked over his shoulder and saw Adam watching from the doorway. His shorts were unzipped, hard cock in hand, as he waited his turn with me.

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

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“Did you draw this, Zach?” I gasped, holding up a suggestive graphic illustration that I found in my son’s art portfolio, depicting two guys who were clearly down to fuck at a gas station. “What the fuck is this supposed to be?”

“Jesus, Dad,” my son ripped the drawing out of my hands, stuffing it back into the portfolio. “Why are you going through my things?”

“You left your portfolio on the kitchen table,” I argued. “You used to love showing me your art work. Was that illustration for a class?”

“Yeah, it was an assignment for my advanced graphic arts class, if you must know.”

“What was the assignment? Softcore gay pornography?” I joked. 

“No,” Zach snapped. “The professor said we were to explore hidden desires.”

“So you drew me propositioning you for gay sex at a gas station to represent your hidden desires?” I exclaimed. 

“No, Dad—that’s not—it’s not us—” 

“Bullshit,” I spat. “That’s my beard, and my hairy, muscular body, and my farmer’s tan, and the green, John Deere ball cap that I always wear. And that’s your spiky ginger hair, and your fair skin, and your favorite shirt, and—”

“Okay—STOP,” Zach shouted. “I might have modeled the two figures after us, alright?”

“Then why am I leaning against you, my shorts partially undone, my bulge inches from yours, as I pump gas into a car—in a manner that strongly suggests putting my cock in you, pumping my load into you?” I demanded. 

“That’s not—,” he began before switching gears and screaming, “Just leave me the fuck alone.”

Zach ran upstairs and slammed his bedroom door, abandoning the portfolio on the table. I opened it once more, shocked to find a whole series of suggestive illustrations depicting us. 

One had us playing with a toy train set, like Zach had as a kid. I was leaning up against him, the controller in my hand as an absurdly phallic train prepared to enter a tunnel that appeared to be way too narrow for it.

In another illustration, we were eating in a restaurant, our bodies pressed close together. I was holding a giant, curved sausage on a fork, Zach’s mouth open comically wide as he gleefully prepared to consume it. 

“I think we need to talk,” I announced softly, opening the door to Zach’s room. He was curled up on his bed, his head buried in a pillow. “What’s going on with you?”

“You don’t know what it’s like,” Zach began, “having a father like you. All my friends think you’re hot as fuck—the beard, the muscles, the hairy chest, your big dick.”

“Wait—how do you know what my dick—?”

“Oh, please,” Zach groaned. “How many times have I seen that big monster when you’re getting out of the shower, or when pissing up against a tree when we go hiking? I know you’re hung like fuck.”

“Fine,” I conceded. “I’ve got a big one. But I don’t understand what that has to do with—”

“You don’t get it,” Zach snapped. “I’ll never know what that’s like. What it feels like to—”

“Jesus,” I exhaled, cutting him off. “I know what this is about. I was warned this could happen.”

“Warned?” Zach inquired, his head cocked.

“Yeah,” I admitted. “I never told you this, but I saw a therapist when you first came out to your mom and me.”

“A shrink?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “I was having a hard time processing your sexuality. He got me through it, but he also warned me that it was normal for a young guy like you to develop feelings for your father—kind of like an Oedipal thing, he said.”

“Is—is there like a treatment or something?” Zach asked, obviously confirming my suspicions. “Something I could do?”

“Well—yeah,” I affirmed. “The shrink said these kind of feelings date back to antiquity, and that the Greeks normalized the behavior, encouraging young men to explore with their fathers when reaching maturity. The idea is that once the young man gets past his obsession with his father, he can move on to normal, healthy relationships with others.”

“So you should fuck me?” Zach surmised boldly.

“The fuck?” I gasped. “I’m not gonna fuck you. My cock made you—it’s not going inside you.”

“But the shrink—he told you that it was healthy for me to explore with you,” Zach countered.

“Yes—but I thought maybe that meant I’d just let you jack me off or something,” I clarified. “I’m not gonna fuck you.”

“Please, Dad,” my son begged. “Jacking you, or even sucking you off, isn’t going to hack it. I’m obsessed with getting fucked by you. I think about it all the time. Taking your big dick is the only thing that’s going to let me get past all this—like the shrink said.”

“Christ,” I exhaled. “If we do this—if I fuck you—it has got to be transactional. No kissing. No foreplay. No romantic touching. You just bend over and—wham, bam, done—like when I used to fuck dudes in the army.”

“Wait—you fucked dudes when you were in the army?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “It was the army. Almost every soldier will fuck some random dude at some point when he just needs to—”

But then I stopped myself. “Look, that’s a story for another time. We’re talking about you now. If you want me to fuck you, it’s gotta be the equivalent of me just rubbing one out inside your ass. You get me?”

“I’m game,” Zach smiled broadly, stripping off his clothes. “There’s lube in my drawer,” he directed. “I’m gonna need it.”

“Is this my cock ring?” I asked, pulling it out of the drawer along with the lube. “I’ve been looking for it. Did you swipe it?”

“Sorry, Dad,” Zach shrugged. “I like to jack off with it, knowing it’s been on your cock, even though the XXL size is way too big for me.”

“Keep it,” I insisted, tossing it back in the drawer. “It’s yours now.”

“Jesus,” Zach gasped as I pulled down my shorts, my nine-incher going to full mast instantly, its girth expanding rapidly. “I’ve never seen you hard. It’s even bigger than I imagined.”

Zach reached for my big cock, attempting to wrap his fist around it. But I wasn’t having it.

“No foreplay,” I warned him, batting his hand away. “Now bend over the edge of your bed and let’s get this over with.”

Obediently, Zach presented his ass to me, his pink, puckered hole rimmed with soft, ginger fur. In some ways, it looked a lot like his mother’s pussy, which helped to steel my resolve. Slathering my dick with lube, I stepped up to the plate, and shoved my big one inside my son.

“FUUUCK,” Zach cried out. “Oh my god—it hurts so bad.”

“Please tell me I didn’t just pop your cherry?” I inquired, disturbed by the idea of taking my son’s virginity.

“No—Trip Callahan was the first to deflower me,” Zach admitted through gritted teeth. 

“That little twerp from your scouting troop?” I laughed, holding still inside him. “I always wondered what was going on in those tents late at night.”

“Look, less talking and more fucking,” Zach chastised me, his sphincter finally giving up the initial death grip it had on my cock. “I’m ready to be fucked.”

Needing no further invitation, I dug my hands into Zach’s shoulders and unleashed a violent assault on his cunt. Balls deep, I pounded him relentlessly, his sphincter finally relenting to my assault.

“Fuck—Fuck—Fuck,” Zach screamed repeatedly, his face pressed into the mattress, his hands gripping the bedspread. “It hurts so good—so fucking good.”

It was feeling pretty damn good for me, too. It had been months since my wife had spread her legs for me. And I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that ass feels way better than pussy—a fact I learned in my army days.

It was a pleasure to have my big cock in a warm, wet hole—one that I could go as deep as I pleased. And the thought of dumping my load into that warm hole, instead of watching as it circled down the shower drain, was a huge bonus.

“Mmm yeah,” Zach moaned. “That’s it—fuck me harder—fuck me harder, Daddy.”

Zach hadn’t called me ‘Daddy’ since he was ten years old, transitioning to the more masculine ‘Dad’ prior to middle school. But hearing him call me ‘Daddy’ again, with my cock buried deep inside him, was an unexpected turn on.  

“Your big cock feels so good inside me, Daddy,” he exclaimed as I jackhammered the shit out of him. “I want your cum so bad.”

“Yeah—you want me to breed you?” I taunted. “You want to feel Daddy shooting his warm load up your ass?”

“Yes, Daddy, breed me,” Zach begged. 

The dirty talk got me there, my balls throbbing, the cum rising in my swelling shaft. I couldn’t hold back. “You ready for it?” I barked urgently. “You ready for my cum? OH FUCK—I’m almost there—JESUS CHRIST—I’m gonna—I’m gonna—FUCK—FUCK.”

“I can feel you cumming,” Zach gasped as my cock unloaded inside him, spewing what felt like a gallon of cum into his depths, my body convulsing in synchronization with my cock. I held still, my dick buried deep inside my son, my DNA reuniting with its progeny. 

“Fuck, I needed that,” I exhaled pulling out of Zach, my load gushing from his wrecked hole as we both collapsed upon the bed. I pulled him into my arms, holding him like I used to when he was scared and couldn’t sleep at night. 

“Thank you, Dad,” Zach looked up at me, gratitude in his eyes. “I know that I’m, like, supposed to be over you and all now—but do you think we can do it again sometime? I really loved taking your big dick. We could be fuck buds—just no strings fun together.”

“I dunno—we’ll have to see,” I lied with my best poker face. The truth was that I hadn’t had an orgasm that incredible in years. And it wasn’t like my wife was all that interested in riding my big cock anymore. Having an easy hole in the house would be a hard offer to refuse.

“I can’t believe you left that gay illustration out for me to find,” I laughed, trying to change the subject.

“I can’t believe you fell for that,” Zach laughed.

“Yeah, well I made up that shit about the therapist,” I confessed with a devious smile. “What reputable shrink is gonna tell a guy to fuck his own son?”

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

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Civic Duty - Part Three

I went into my bedroom and remade my bed. When I finally got the new bedding on, I lay down but not before hearing Monty bringing Matt into our old bedroom. He verbally challenged Matt to swallow his whole cock and loudly cheered him on to his goal. He must've achieved it as Monty was cheering as Matt was gagging. Then I heard the squeaking of the bed springs as Monty had decided that fucking my baby's ass was no longer off the table.

The squeaking of the springs, the moaning of Matt and victorious groaning of Monty had a strong effect on me. I got hard as a brick thinking of what was happening across the hallway from my room. The fact that Matt was so affected by this dominant fellow that he was moaning in delight made me hard as a rock. I heard Monty ask Matt who owned his sexy ass and a sigh escaped before Matt replied that he did, Daddy.

Daddy? The way he said it sent me over the edge as I spunked my drawers in response. It was a similar effect on Monty as he growled moments before the squeaking stopped and he let out a cry of victory. I didn't have to be in there to know he just bred my baby's ass. a things calmed down, I could hear the suctioning release of a mouth off another, then again and again.

I decided then I needed to have a private chat with Matt.

On Monday when I got home from work, Matt was mowing the lawn and I quickly changed before going outside to help him. As he drove the mower into the garage I walked over and point blank asked him if we could go for a walk. He gave me a funny look and just nodded.

We headed down the street towards the grade school quiet as two hookers on the way to confession. Finally I grabbed his hand and said that I wasn't happy. I explained that our lives had become too secretive. Matt gave me a worried look as I continued. I said that I understood that Monty made him feel alive again like he felt when we were first dating. Only I could never please you like he and his fucking prong can do,

He started to respond but I raised my hand to reclaim the conversation. I figure you have a fetish for big dicks, which is okay. Might even have a thing for black guys. We never really discussed this before so I don't really know. I suspect the dominance in him has brought to light a desire to be submissive as well. All this is perfectly okay.

The problem is that were discovering these things on our own instead of together. Now there's a few things I've discovered about myself as well. I discovered I have an inferiority complex a mile wide. And Monty entering our lives and disturbing things has brought that to light. At first I thought it would be covered back up and things would go back to the way it was.

The his brother came along and I could no longer bury it. There were two of them uncovering it until I lost the battle. When my last vestige of dominance was taken was when he fucked your hole like a whore and I saw how you liked it. The look of passion in your eyes as they spit roast you in the living room. I was upset how you folded so easily but then I realized I was seconds away from coming just watching how they claimed you.

I think I came before either of them.

I jerked three times that night in the guest room listening to them fucking you and I imagined them totally dominating you. I figured they were so depraved that they would do awful things like force you to drink their piss, double penetrate your hole, choke fuck you, and whatever else my fevered imagination could cook up. I was terrified. Not for you, but for me as what this had done to me. I was craving to know what they were doing to you.

I read about this fetish and it's called cuckolding, baby. I want you to be fulfilled so much that I literally want another better man to pleasure you. I was afraid of what you'd think of me. And if you hate me that's ok, but I had to tell you what's going on. I want you to be happy even if it means losing you to another more virile better endowed man. The thing is I still love you, but the thought of you coming in ways I could never do makes me hard. Now if you hate me, I can understand and I will move out if you want.

Matt just stood there with his mouth agape taking in what I had just shared. His face went to several different looks but none of them were hate or despise centered. When I finished he just said one word, babe.

Then he hugged me and told me that he was afraid that I was going tell him to move out. He realized what was happening but he was hooked on the big cock Monty had hanging between his legs. He threatened to keep it away from him if I ever refused to suck him off. Then that day you came home and he didn't let me pull off and make myself decent I figured it was over. Instead you just ignored it so I felt that this was okay. He got bolder and bolder and I became more and more hooked on his amazing cock.

When his brother showed me he was equally endowed I lost my sense of self respect. I couldn't stop myself and became their shared sex toy. When you came home and he shared how he was going to run things I thought you might kick him out but you accepted things and went to the guest room.

You should know, I only love you. You are the one I want to grow old with, the one I want to hold hands with as we rock on the porch. Sure the sex is amazing and I doubt I will grow tired of it soon, but it's just sex. You are what completes me. If having to do without Monty's huge pecker is the price, I will pay it.

I hugged Matt back as I realized there were so many words we needed to share with each other. I kissed him and said that I didn't want to lose him and I didn't want him to lose his new found thrills. I just needed to know that I was still number one in your heart. And most of what happens in the house is something I find erotically exciting. I just want you in my arms more. Okay?

He kissed me and agreed that he wanted that too. If Monty wants to be the Daddy, I can let him but I want my baby. And if you want to bring other guys in as well, as Monty seems to intimate, I can handle that as well. Just make sure you are okay with it!

We held hands as we returned back home and finished cleaning up the yard. When we got inside I discovered Monty had actually cleaned up things and ran the sweeper. No dinner but we ordered a pizza to mark a new new beginning.

One week later things were tested as I found a new guy on my couch beside Matt when I got home. I saw Monty in my chair as Matt was making small talk while feeling up the guest. I changed into comfort clothes and headed to the kitchen.

When I informed them dinner was ready I saw for the first time that the new guy, Gary, had a rather large lump in grey sweat pants. As they all took their seats, I started talking with Gary to find out about him. Midway in our conversation I saw Monty indicate to Matt that he wanted some head.

Matt slid off his chair and disappeared beneath the table. Gary gave this a nervous glance as he was talking about his job as a bar back at a bar downtown. When Monty gripped the table edge and stiffened Gary and I both paused to watch the commotion.

Then I asked Gary about his family. Turns out he had two brothers and an older sister. Was about to hear about his two cats when I heard a zipper get yanked and his eyes got wild. Before he mentioned their names s loud hiss escaped his mouth and his head rolled back on his shoulders.

The conversation shifted to Monty telling Gary that he had personality trained this bitch to be able to handle just about any size cock with his mouth. Feels amazing, doesn't it?

Gary just sat there moaning as Monty told him that this was just a sample of what he has to look forward to. Ordinarily he works at the hospital tonight making patients feel better but I had him call out to make a friend feel better instead. Well worth the money, wouldn't you agree, Gary? Hundred fifty and a free tab for whenever I come into Filthy's Tavern. In return my bitch lets you use him for the night. Shall we take this to my bedroom ?

I just sat there with my erection hidden below the table as Monty led my husband with his hand wrapped around another sizable cock as he led Gary to our bedroom. As he left the room Matt looked me in the eyes and I just winked at him as he smiled back.

Once they had left, I freed my cock and jerked off into my napkin before cleaning up the dishes and retiring to the front room to watch some television. I heard Matt moaning as I giggled and said what is cuckoldry, Ken?

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Civic Duty - Part Two

I really don’t remember what I taught the kids that day. I think we had begun learning about fractions but every time a story problem asked about Timmy eating cookies, I froze up inside. I ended up just giving the kids some free play time as long as they remained fairly quiet.

I made it home but I don’t know how as I certainly don’t remember the drive and when I got there I found Matt sucking Monty off on the couch while some court show was playing.

I just went into the bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes when I saw the saucer sitting on a nightstand with one Oreo still on it and it was sitting in a dried dollop cum. The coffee cup beside it had crumbs in the bottom of it, telling me that Matt had indeed eaten the specially frosted treat he received that morning.

As I sat on the bed and removed my shoes, I heard Monty yell out that he was coming like I needed a play by play. I listened to his exaggerated grunts as he shot his load into Matt’s mouth. A couple minutes later Matt walked past the bedroom in his way to the bathroom. He paused and looked in on me and asked if everything was okay. There was a glob of cum hanging from his chin and another splattered on his left cheek.

I just smiled and said I was fine and he said he was glad because he agreed to let Monty’s little brother come for a short visit. I looked up suddenly to see if he was joking. He wasn’t. He said that he’d only be here for a couple days and Monty and he are kinda close. He says that the two of them are like peas in a pod. It’ll just be for a weekend and he was scheduled off the following one.

Then he scratched his chin out of habit and pulled away cum covered fingers and his face at first was confused before chuckling at his forgetfulness and he stuck his jizz covered digits in his mouth before moving onto the bathroom.

As Matt washed his face, I sat there thinking about the events that were about to unfold in the near future. One sexually dominant well hung bastard in the house using my man as he saw fit was bad enough. If the brother was anything like him, it would be a serious issue.

I checked with our state contract and it stated that if we chose to rescind any offers approved by a guardian, we would need to submit evidence to support the reasoning behind it. Otherwise the contract could be canceled and we would be held at risk for return of submitted funds if said event occurs within the first six months. We were on month four and I didn’t have $12,000 to cover any decisions that might go against us.

I spoke with Matt and he promised me that it was just a visit between brothers. He’d escort them to the movies and a meal out. No big deal. I wasn’t so sure, but money was keeping me from protesting too much.

That evening as we are dinner, Matt told Monty that I had agreed to his brother’s visit and Monty was so excited he smiled broadly and suggested that he needed a celebratory blowjob before Matt went to work.

As we sat there at the table, Matt slipped out of his chair and under the table, but Monty’s huge cock needed to be free from constraint so he pulled it out from under the table. I gasped as I saw the back of Matt’s head join it as his mouth sucked it in. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw he needed to leave in twenty minutes so I told him. He bobbed faster. Ten minutes later Monty was howling as he emptied into my husband’s mouth. Matt slid out from under the table and rushed off to the bathroom where I heard him wash his face and do a fast change into his scrubs.

When he came back out he gave me a quick kiss and I could still taste cum on his breath so I reminded him to grab a piece of chewing gum. He laughed a little before kissing Monty as well as he headed out the door. I could handle him blowing this guy even though I really shouldn’t, but that kiss was just a step too far. Before I said anything I might regret in a court of law, I rose and went to my bedroom. To his credit, Monty figured he had gone too far and I heard him cleaning up the dinner dishes.

Later that night Monty asked me if I was really bothered that much about Matty kissing him? Hell he’s had his mouth on my fuck stick and balls and I haven’t heard anything. Guess I better not tell you where else he’s put those full lips of his. He won’t let me fuck him though and I would sorely love to explore the depths of that fine ass, but I respect his wishes.

Hearing that made me feel a little better about things. Matt has set limits. But where else has his mouth gone? Then the obvious answer filled my head and I got up and disappeared back into my bedroom.

The following Friday I agreed to stop at the bus station after school and pick up Trevor. Monty assured me I would be able to tell who he was. He’s the younger version of me. When I walked into the station I looked around the busy crowd looking for him. I was about to call out his name to see who responded when a tall skinny black guy approached me carrying a sports bag in his left hand. He said that I must be here for him as I look like I don’t belong here. He shook my hand after I asked him if his name was Trevor. He grinned and said that it was his given name but his name on the street is Tripod. Then he grabbed himself and chuckled at my discomfort.

As he piled into my car I couldn’t believe how much he and his brother resembled each other. Put a few more pounds on Trevor and they could be twins. I told him so and he said that I was so right. The only way some people can tell us apart is by our rods. Then while we driving through the streets he reached down and unzipped to free his cock. I gasped as he started playing with it in broad daylight in the busy traffic.

He chuckled at my discomfort before he asked if I could spot the difference?

I looked at it when we reached a stop light and all I could see was the huge pole sticking out of his pants. As I looked it over for an obvious sign he asked me if I was the amazing cocksucker or the frigid asshole?

From the scowl o gave him he said that I must be the asshole then. He sped up the handjob he was administering to himself and asked me if I figured out the difference. We’re both eleven and a half inches and we both have big bouncy balls that slap an ass like a wet towel. As he began to groan his legs shot out as a large dollop of cum scooped out and began to overflow his large hands. As he laughed at my slackjawed expression he grabbed a stack of McDonald’s napkins from the glove box and wiped up the amazing cum shot.

Then he looked at me and said that his brother’s cock has a pink head while mine is chocolate brown to the very tip. Bet your husband will recognize the difference!

I finished the drive with a heat rising around my ears as I realized that this was not going to be a family weekend that I remembered. When we entered the apartment Matt was busy wiping the spit off his face from where he had been blowing Monty while I was picking up his little brother. Monty stood and hugged his brother and said he looked good while his brother replied back that married life suited him as he then turned to Matt.

Monty introduced Matt to his brother, Tripod, and he hugged Matt before giving him a kiss on the mouth. He laughed and said he could taste his brothers cum on his tongue so you must be the amazing cocksucker I’ve heard so much about. Can’t wait to get to know you better this weekend.

Monty looked at me quickly before telling his bro to drop his things off in his room and showed him where to go. As they walked down the hall I heard Monty mention that this was where he gets sucked after you know who goes to work.

I turned to Matt and he smiled and shrugged his shoulders as if to say who knew they’d be that similar? The guys returned and Tripod took a seat on the couch beside Matt as Monty sat in my chair. I looked around and decided not to start anything, so I went to my bedroom to change into something more relaxing before heading to the kitchen to start dinner.

On my way back through the living room I found Matt face down in Tripod’s lap sucking him off. Tripod reached over and high fives Monty before congratulating him on finding a better cocksucker than that ginger with the big tits. She could swallow swords like pro and what a pussy!! How’s this one’s?

I paused what I was doing to hear the answer. Monty said that he hadn’t broken it in yet. Thought I’d wait and let you have the honors being that it’s your birthday Saturday. You only turn twenty once!!

I looked through the doorway into the front room and suddenly realized before I could stand up for my man as long as it was just him against me. Now those two together could best me. Beside that I felt really insecure as they were both much bigger in the dick size.

As Tripod manipulated Matt’s head I saw him sliding a long black finger down Matt’s shorts and attack his crack. Monty told him not to rush things as he just got here and Tripod replied that for an ass that’s not ready to be fucked, it sure as hell feels lubed already.

Matt started to raise his head to say something but Tripod placed his hand on the back of his head and gripped it like a basketball. He grinned as he looked at Monty and hollered to me if they had enough time before dinner was ready to breed this sexy bitch?

Now that took balls to ask me that. Monty already knew how I felt about this and still he didn’t try to stop his little brother. When I didn’t answer, I heard Tripod tell Monty that he didn’t care. If he had to he could order a pizza later. He wanted to open his birthday gift now.

I heard Matt’s shorts get ripped off his lower half as it was revealed that he was going commando, and Tripod began finger fucking him on the couch. He looked like a mockery of someone playing an organ as he had one hand up Matt’s hole and the other holding him head first on the lengthy fuck lance.

It was then I discovered one other difference between brothers, Monty was quiet but Tripod was announcing every action with a growl or a moan. After a couple minutes of the gutteral play by play, I heard Tripod tell his brother to get over here and fill this bitch’s mouth to keep him from howling. You know how they always want to feel our rods if power until we go to insert them. Screaming like monkeys in the trees. The boys laughed at his joke as I heard Monty arise from chair and yank his shorts off.

Then I heard him give that soft sigh he gives whenever Matt goes down on him. A sound is heard a bit too often if you ask me. Then I heard a swat of someone’s hand as it came down on Matt’s ass as tripod told him to fucking arch that back. Then he added that he was going balls deep and he was going to fucking enjoy it.

I heard a muffled scream as Matt’s hole was breached by one of the huge love daggers and Tripod muttered something about loving taking cherries. Tripod mentioned that this ass was even tighter than that ginger bitch. Bro, you’re the best!!

After what seemed like an hour, I heard Tripod mention that he was all the way into this fag’s ass. Then I heard him take his seat again. Then I peeked around the door again to see Matt perched on Tripod’s lap with his waist bent over as he sucked off Monty. Monty pulled out to slap Matt across the face with his dick and I saw that Tripod was right, the dick heads were different. The glowing cherry red head glistened in the lamplight with Matt’s spit coating it.

Meanwhile Tripod was lifting Matt up off his fuck pole until it almost out of his ass before removing his hands and letting gravity pull his ass back down to reclaim it. They did this for a while as Tripod enjoyed his early birthday surprise in my living room. Eventually Monty warned that he was getting close, little bro, it’s your birthday so you get to cum first.

He stood back up and grabbed Matt by the hips as began a fast paced fuck which only sped up as he got closer to shooting. He hollered to his brother he was close and Monty started singing Happy Birthday to him. By the time he reached Tripod’s name there was a loud shout that echoed in the room as he erupted into my husband’s ass. Matt’s eyes sprang open and his mouth gripped Monty’s pecker in response to the sudden flood in his gut. Monty gripped Matt’s head and fired away as well dousing my man in cum in both ends. I looked at the floor between them and saw Matt’s load on the carpet and his hairy legs.

I just decided to go to the restroom and make it a clean sweep in the house. I jerked my load into the toilet with three pulls. When I came back out, the guys were all seated and Tripod asked me how dinner was coming along. I picked up the phone and asked if pepperoni and cheese was good for everybody?

The next day, Matt kept his word and he took the brothers to a movie. Turns out it was at Barnes Theater, an adult theater. The boys offered Matt to all the patrons while Monty set about getting Tripod 20 cocksuckers to blow his birthday brother’s member. He even got a handful of sluts in there who usually work the crowd for money. They all jumped at the chance to play with the huge cock. They came reeking of beer, sweat, and cheap cologne.

That night,I was asked by Matt to sleep on the couch so the boys could tag team on a bigger bed. It was to be a sendoff fuck fest. It started at ten o'clock and went to three the following afternoon.

Tripod barely had time to wash up before I drove him to the bus station. He wanted to be clean when he met his mama at the other station. By the time I got home, there were a few changes made. My things had been moved to the guest room and Monty’s gear was in my place as he now felt he had claimed a spot in the house. The front room was rearranged to give them more room to fuck on the sofa and my chair was moved off to the side where I could watch the tv. Also I found a paper on the kitchen table where Matt had signed up for an additional two years on the civic contract with the state.

Monty just matter of factly told me that with Matt having opened his ass up, it only made good sense for the one who could best service it be there handy. Besides, he made a few contacts with other bros and it was best that he could host at a moments notice. That little bed in the guest room just couldn’t handle two big black men while tossing my slut around. Don’t you agree?

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Civic Duty - Part One

Matt and I are two men barely getting by on the salary of a teacher and a nurse’s aide at the local hospital. We’re making it, but just barely. Neither of us is going to be a huge bread maker on our professions but we both enjoy our jobs too much to change. Matt is a kind hearted fellow who loves seeing the patients getting better and released while I can’t help but smile at the antics of a room full of third graders.

When our landlord informed us that he was raising rent it was getting to the point where we were going to have to start cutting expenses back just to remain in our place. As neither of us had the free time to take on a second job, we had a very unhappy conversation about what we were about to cut out of our lives. I discussed this with a friend at work who told me about the government program he and his wife had tried out a few years prior.

Seems that the government would subsidize you if you were to supply an inner city youth with a stable home while they stabilized into a valuable member of society. They weren’t legal problems, just financially strapped youths who needed a guiding hand to help them break out of the cycle they were in and settle into a viable lifestyle.

In return for opening up our home, the state would respond with a three thousand dollar per month support check, meant to help pay for youngster’s food and incidentals. This would help us maintain our current lifestyle, which was by no means extravagant. We agreed to give it a try as we had a room we could turn into a bedroom.

We were approved for the program and within two weeks we were ready to have our lives rearranged. As our work shifts were staggered we could always be home so we didn’t have to leave our new house mate alone. We met our new protege on a Sunday afternoon when he was delivered to our building.

He was a tall skinny black kid named Lamont Parker. He was a twenty year old who had never been responsible for his self financially as he never had finances. He had a bit of an attitude, being shuttled around by the state will do that to you. He was staying of jail by entering this program and Matt and I saw this as our chance to make a difference.

I introduced myself as Jared and introduced Matt. He eyed us up and I didn’t like how he focused on Matt’s body a bit longer than necessary and he introduced himself as Lamont, but everyone calls him Three Foot Monty.

Matt asked him why that nickname and Monty smiled as he said he had three feet…one on his left leg, one on his right leg and one in between, then swiveled his hips causing something massive to swing forward. Matt went silent as he took all that in so I said that he should know that we were a gay couple and if that were a problem we needed to resolve it first thing.

Monty just smiled and said he was cool with it. Besides queers are the best cock gobblers around. Everyone knows that! Right Matt?

Well I could see this might be an issue but we really needed that extra check to make ends meet and when Monty laughed at his own joke, I thought that it might just be his strange sense of humor. After all neither Matt or me we’re from the inner city.

Things got off to a slow start but within a week Monty seemed like he belonged with us, sharing the stuff the online courses were teaching him about creating a budget and how to get a job. We were actually learning as well. Matt seemed to be a good mentor for him as I was at school during the day. When Id get home I’d find Matt teaching Monty how to cook basic meals and the place seemed to be maintained well.

On the third week when I walked in the apartment, I found them both on the couch watching TV but Matt’s face was all red and I could swear I saw the outline of a red mark on the side of his left cheek. He just grinned at me and asked about my day.

As I recounted how Lizzy lost her shoe during recess and I spent ten extra minutes scouring the playground only to find it in the middle of the monkey bars, I saw Monty rubbing the inside of his basketball shorts and a rather lengthy cock was visible snaking down the inside of his left leg. Suddenly I understood the three foot moniker a bit better.

This became a more frequent occurrence with me finding those two together with Matt looking like he needed a few more minutes to put himself back together. A couple times I swear I could see drops of cum on Matt’s eyebrows or in his hair, but I never confronted him because I didn’t want to embarrass him in front of Monty.

One Saturday things came to a head. Literally. As Matt and I sat in the living room watching a dvd from our marvel collection, Monty came in and sat beside Matt on the couch. Five minutes in he mentioned that he was fucking horny as hell and this movie wasn’t doing anything to solve it. Time for you to do your trick, Matty boy. Then he yanked his shorts down and out sprang a fucking huge cock. It was at least ten inches of hard black cock and it was jutting up from his crotch demanding attention.

Matt looked guiltily at me as Monty snapped his fingers and pointed at it before he leaned over to Monty and slurped his monster into his mouth. I said nothing as I stared at my husband with his mouth wrapped around the huge pecker. The he started bobbing like a trained pet and started sliding more and more of the long erection into his mouth.

Now it had been a few days since we had been sexual with each other and seeing my man pleasing our younger roommate was causing me to get hard as fuck. Monty saw this and grinned as he told Matt that his boyfriend was hard just watching him take care of a real man’s dick. Show him what you can you do, baby!

Matt was now focused on the task in front of him, like he often got. He became more insistent that he could swallow it all and I personally doubted that anyone could swallow a duck that long. But much to my surprise, Matt straightened his chin out and took inch after inch into his mouth. At one point there was so much dick in his mouth that I knew with absolute certainty that Monty was in this throat.

The black youth smiled at me as he wrapped his long fingers around Matt’s throat and moaned as he gave a little squeeze. Then he groaned as he told me that he could feel his cock in Matt’s throat. He cooed as he bottomed out against Matt’s lips and he stood to get a better angle on the attack on Matt’s mouth. I watched the full muscular ass cheeks as they flexed, driving his pecker further in and out of my baby’s mouth.

I could hear Matt grunting as Monty used his face like it was his own private glory hole and fucked a rapid rhythm then he cried out like he was stepping on tacks. He gripped the back of the sofa as he pushed his hips forward, his ass cheeks clenching tight. Monty hollered for Matt to fucking swallow his creamy sweets as his upper body shook in response. About thirty seconds later he slid back out of Matt’s gasping mouth, leaking saliva and cum like a lazy river of sex.

Monty slid his cock back inside his shorts and said that that was much better than that suck ass superhero movie anyway. I looked at Matt whose face was beet red and covered with the evidence of the show I just saw. He met my gaze momentarily before looking at the floor. He got up and went to the bathroom for a couple minutes before heading into our bedroom and changing shirts.

When he came back out he sat back down beside Monty as if nothing had happened and continued watching the movie with us. We didn’t speak of the elephant in the room even though it had an amazingly long trunk.

I spent the rest of the day trying to wrap my head around the fact that my husband sucked off another guy whose cock was as long as my forearm. And he did it in front of me like it was normal. And that he could deep throat it. And the fact that it not only got me hard as a rock but drive me to cum four times. Once at the moment and three more times that day when I looked at Monty and remembered the look on his face as he fucked Matt’s throat.

I decided I was a big boy and I could handle the decisions of my husband even if I thought they were wrong. I wasn’t being personally hurt and we really did need that check coming in. If Matt was okay with it, then I guess I would be as well.

After that Saturday, there was no more sneaking behind my back as Monty had figured out that I was either too scared to confront them about the behavior or I was a cuck craving the activity. He would slip his cock out whenever he felt the need to be drained. It got to a point that he was declaring it time for Matt to do his duty to prevent him from going out and getting into trouble.

He would interrupt dinners and require Matt to crawl under the table and blow him, interrupt TV shows galore, he even woke us up in bed and had Matt suck him off while he fucked his head into our mattress. One night I was in the phone with my parents when Monty walked into the living room and dropped his shorts in front of Matt. I was listening to mom tell me about Aunt Linda’s prize winning peonies while Monty fed Matt another bounteous load of cum.

One morning as I was preparing to go to school, Monty got up and joined me in the kitchen. He asked me if I was curious why he never had me suck him off. I just looked at him and said that he probably knew I wouldn’t do it. Matt is the chocoholic between us. He just laughed and replied that all white men secretly crave to wrap their lips around a black cock. Especially if it’s huge, like mine.

No, I never asked you because it turns me on to see you sit there and watch your boy take my big crank time and again. Makes me cum like a fiend. Matt’s a slut and easily trained to be my best slut to date. In fact just to prove a point, then he reached into the cupboard and removed a small saucer and piled a few cookies on it. I’m going to frost these cookies with my own special frosting as a breakfast treat for him. Then I’m going to wait until you go to work before feeding them to him. That way you’ll never be sure if he ate them with my cum coating them or not. The not knowing will prey on your mind all day. I love it.

Then he spread out some oreos and a couple things mints from when one of my girl scout students were selling last February. Then with my attention he whipped out his long shaft and began stroking it over the sweets moaning about making some whore-e-os and Thin Monts for his fag. He grunted just as a huge dollop of cum 0ipped out of his cock and atop the cookies.

He stood back to admire his efforts and said that breakfast is served. Now don’t you have a job to get to, cuck boy? Or do you need to go take care of that first he asked as he pointed to my evident erection. I just grunted and grabbed my satchel and walked out the door. When I got to school the first thing I did was hit the can where I jerked out a loud in short order.

I thought about things and I ended up giving Matt a quick call before the kids arrived. His groggy voice answered and he asked if everything was okay?

I replied it was but I realized I left without kissing you goodbye. He chuckled and said that was sweet. This is just my day as Monty brought me in some delicious coffee and cookies to start my day off right. It must be my birthday!! I don’t even know where he found thin mints. They’re my favorites as you know!

[max-steamy2]

[cumboyintn]

English Neighbor

The day Niles moved it was beautiful and sunny. He laughed about it afterwards saying that it was so opposite to what he was used to. You see he moved here from a loft apartment in London to head up a division in the international company he worked for. He'd been an aspiring vice president of operations who was promoted to the East Coast division headquartered just outside Philadelphia. He chuckled as he said that he was used to cool days tempered by wet weather. We on the other hand we're just getting started on a run of hot muggy summer days.

Niles is a man who is meant to be noticed. He stands at six three and while he's not a gym bunny, he still cuts an imposing figure. Add to that his air of utter confidence and you have a smooth guy who could convince the Pope his cum was holy and should be sampled by him as well as the entire swiss guard.

His confidence was backed by what looked like a big British cock, most likely uncut as that is the trend popular among European men. With the nice field of chest hair on display from his loose fitting shirt and I was wishing I was single again so I could go investigating. But I wasn't, having been with Zane for three years now.

Zane is the love of my life, nearly a decade younger than me. Met him at a bar one Friday night when I passed a group of twinks who were drunk enough to lose all inhibitions, like they had that many to begin with, about approaching men they found attractive. He bought me a drink and to make sure it was acceptable he had me drink it then kissed me with a mouth full of vodka and cranberry juice to sample its flavor. It was definitely acceptable.

That Cape Cod brought him into my strong arms as we battled tongues before taking things outside to the dark balcony where he showed me his appreciation of my work out regimen by licking his way down across my chest and right to my stiff exclamation point in my pants. I knew after five seconds I have to have that to wake up to everyday. Within a month of dating I moved Zane into condo and he and I have been happily cohabiting since. Truthfully, there isn't a room in that place we haven't fucked in, including the garage and spacious back yard.

So when he heard me talking with our new neighbor with the British accent he made his way out to meet him. Niles's eyes widened when he saw Zane for the first time walking out the garage door in just his shorts. I could see the lust brewing in his gaze as he stuck his hand to meet Zane. In his suave accent he asked who this sexy beast is and Zane gushed that he was Zane, Craig's boyfriend.

Boyfriend, huh? I thought we were closer than that but I held my tongue as I saw Niles slide his beefy hand across Zane's chest when he released the handshake. Smooth!!

We insisted on helping him carry his stuff in and within a couple hours we had the moving truck empty and his small condo filled with boxes. I had to leave to attend a business meeting but Zane was free and insisted on staying behind and helping Niles out. I felt good about this new neighbor as he was a likeable guy and he seemed generally like a nice fellow.

I finished the fucking meeting about two hours later as the big news was the numbers for the second quarter were in and they showed good sales during the spring period, with sales being up three percent over last year. The other big news was that we were receiving a new president of sales from the home office, due to arrive on Monday. His name is Niles Smythe, and he will be looking to streamline operations to increase revenue during our third and fourth quarters.

I kept quiet at that moment as I had already met him. He's my new neighbor and my partner was currently helping him unpack. I never suspected he was attached to my job. I just quietly finished up what I had to do and headed back home.

When I arrived I noticed Zane was still gone so I assumed he was next door helping Niles still. I changed into something more comfortable as I headed back over to help again. When I got to the home, I hollered in through the screen door to see where everyone was and I got that delightful British accent telling me to come on in as they were in the dining room.

When I stepped from the living room into the dining room I got the surprise of my life. There was Nigel seated in a big overstuffed chair completely naked, showing off his hairy masculine dad bod with a cocky grin on his face as Zane was on the floor with his head bowed over his crotch sucking on a thick lengthy cock that was wet and angry looking like it had required to be drained and I was interrupting a planned throat invasion.

Nigel kept one hand on Zane's head as he told me that they hadn't gotten much put away once my man discovered just how big we grow them across the pond. Then he told me how Zane had already drained three huge ball busting loads and was continuing for a fourth. Then he bragged to me how my boyfriend was so desperate for his big D. Just to emphasize the point Zane stuck his head up and proclaimed that it was true before going back down on our new neighbor. Niles just grinned at me like it was a forgone conclusion I was a cuck and he had become the newest bull for my mate. He sat there moaning as Zane kept slurping and sucking the huge cock in his face as Niles bragged about how he always found the most handsome sluts who would become his bitch on call. All I gotta do is text that I need some head or I need a bum to shag and I usually have someone within thirty minutes. Hell this time I got one within thirty yards! I'm going to be drained in a moments notice!! Just like this.

Then he shoved Zane face down on his cock and humped his hips upwards a couple times before letting out a yell as buried his English cock down my man's throat as his balls emptied another load into Zane's mouth. Niles sat there with a satisfied look on his face as he stroked Zane's head and told him what a fucking good cocksucker he was.

Then he looked at me and asked how my business meeting went. I smiled and said that he probably already knew. He chuckled and said that he had an idea that I worked for him. Too many clues lead me to that, nice home in nice area so I'm thinking an executive level, but not high up otherwise you'd have a house and not a condo. You're well spoken so you're used to addressing businessmen, like a board, so I will get the thrill of seeing your cuckold face around lots of men who do not know about how much you like it, as your cock has been announcing for you ever since I met you. And I'm betting you didn't even mention that I'm your new neighbor so you're so eager to keep me to yourself that you didn't share it with your buddies.

I think I'm right and to prove how much the idea that I'm fucking your sexy husband turns you on, I'm hiring him to be my office assistant so I can fuck his amazing mouth or as yet untouched ass whenever I desire. I say as yet but while you're putting away my dishes and such in the kitchen, I plan on stretching it wider than it has ever been before. Would you like that sexy?

Zane responded by sucking Niles's cockhead into his mouth. Niles responded with a Fuck yes, you sexy bitch! I'm your daddy now!

While I open your man up to a whole new experience, you'll find that I had each plate and cup individually wrapped to survive the move. Take your time and place them carefully in the cupboards. Now get busy, I'm not paying you to stand there with a lost look on your face.

As I walked into the kitchen and saw the five boxes marked kitchen I realized that he was paying me period. I was about to say something when I heard Zane let out a loud growl and scream for daddy to take it easy. Niles just chuckled and said that once he was opened by a real man this will be so much easier. Until then just suck it up sweetheart because I can't make it get any smaller.

I looked at the box on the counter and removed the tape as I began to unpack china plates and stack them on the counter. By the time I had five plates, Zane went from a howling mode to a groaning mode with whimpers of daddy you're so strong and big.

Things got quiet as I finished my first box and as I went to grab my next I stuck my head back through the doorway to find Zane perched in Niles's lap as he kissed my new boss. Niles saw me and grinned before asking how the unpacking was going?

I quickly sucked back into the kitchen as I heard a steady thumping sound begin. The overstuffed chair was backed up against the wall and was beating out a rhythm described by the fucking going on in it. I soon had a symphony of groans and moans to accompany the sex beat making the irrepressible song called "I Fucked Your Man Better Than You Ever Did, Cuck."

As I finished the third box I heard Zane howling along with Nigel as they completed their song with a cum eruption up Zane's tight ass, or formerly tight ass. I was concentrating on their sounds that I was surprised when Nigel hollered for me to bring him a wet towel.

I soaked one from packing supplies and brought it in as Niles said that he didn't mind the cum on the chair, he's fucked someone in it every time he moved. But the carpet is still new and I am not ready to lose my cleaning fee before I even move into a place. Scrub that jizz up, cuck. Zane had erupted a sizable load onto himself and out onto the carpet in front of the chair. If I didn't know better, I'd swear Nigel brought me out to show how far he made Zane shoot into the room. It was a lot farther than I had ever seen before. I got hard just thinking how much more cock Niles had that he could cause that.

As I daubed the cum I listened to the two of them chatting while still connected. Niles asked Zane if he's ever met the executive team I worked with? Zane just gave a noncommittal no as he kissed my boss. After a few more kisses, he told Zane that he wanted him to be present during the interviews and blow the men. You can expect a lot of time on your knees there blowing them while I give them their orders. I just like to see the look of worry on their faces as they try not to cum in front of me. For every guy who shoots his load I'll give you a hundred dollar bonus. Per load.

I imagined some of those guys sitting there getting read about their lackluster performances with Zane sucking their dicks. I so wanted to see these meetings, especially with Sam or Charles. There were rumors running around the office that they were hung pretty good.

Then Nigel pushed Zane face first back onto his thickening rod as he added that he liked to have a secret weapon when dealing with other businesses. I hope you don't mind sucking cocks of different races as I believe I can't get the best deal if they're able to focus on too much. You suck them off while I play my deal. Together I should be able to cement my position with the best deals this company has ever seen. If you have any slut buddies like you, I prefer to tag team them with two sluts. It's just my style.

And one more thing, you'll have to distance yourself from your husband. It won't do to have them figure out how to access you without going through me. Your my slut now, you sexy beast. You can flirt with him at work but no more than anyone else.

[biz222]

[twisted-talez]

“I’m about to bust,” Carter announced urgently, looking down at his big cock buried inside me. My legs were spread wide, his cock thrusting rapidly in my wrecked hole, as I enjoyed the view of his deliciously hairy body. “You ready for my load?”

I had no use for Carter when his family moved into the house across the street from me. The dad was hot as fuck, but his bitch wife looked to be a total cock block. Carter was maybe ten at the time, still in the throes of childhood, shooting hoops in his driveway, racing remote control cars with a neighbor boy. 

The only occasions that I was actually face to face with Carter was when he would ring my doorbell and politely ask to retrieve an errant soccer ball that disappeared behind my fence, or when he’d come around once a year selling popcorn for his scouting troop. 

Carter took on skateboarding at the precipice of puberty, riding his board up and down the street endlessly, always shirtless. From my front window, I watched the boy mature into a man. Though still wiry of build at fourteen, his nipples and the dead center of his chest began to sprout the beginnings of his pelt. 

By fifteen, his muscles began to thicken, with hair fanning across his broadening chest, forging a trail down south past his navel and into his nether regions. By sixteen, his transformation was nearly complete—well defined muscles and a pelt of man fur that would make almost any man envious. His father was similarly blessed. 

I had to have the man-boy inside me, my ego demanded it. But I had to wait two torturous years until he was legal. Good things come to those who wait. 

On Carter’s eighteenth birthday, a new car appeared in his driveway, festooned with a giant red bow on the hood. It was two days later that Carter appeared fortuitously at my door. Had the universe actually just served him up to me on a silver platter? Yes and no.

“Hey, Mr. Sampson,” he greeted politely as I opened the door. He was shirtless, as always, his furry chest begging for a slow, thorough tongue bath. 

“Hello, Carter,” I replied, my hungry eyes taking him in. “Happy belated birthday. I see your parents got you a car.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, briefly looking back at the car, parked in their driveway. “That’s actually why I came over here. I’ve got to earn some gas money, so I’m going around the neighborhood seeing if people have any odd jobs they need done.”

“Hmm, let me think,” I paused, scratching my chin, thinking of the one thing I wanted—his hairy cock buried in my man cunt. But confessing that would only send him scrambling away. 

“How about I give you forty bucks to weed my yard?” I finally offered. “The garden tools are in the car port.”

Carter eagerly agreed to the offer. Working methodically, he spent a full hour on my yard, meticulously removing every weed in sight. He was covered in dirt when he rang my doorbell for payment, flecks of yard debris clinging to his chest hair. 

“Come inside,” I demanded. “You jump in the shower and get cleaned up while I find some cash for you.”

“But I really don’t—“

“Nonsense,” I protested, leading him to my bedroom and pushing him towards my bathroom shower. “There’s body wash and clean towels—everything you need.”

Ten minutes later, he emerged from my bathroom in a cloud of steam as I waited on the bed for him. He had a towel around his waist barely hiding the outline of a big cock, his hair was towel dried, and his furry chest was still damp with steam.

“Did you do something with my shorts?” Carter asked, tightening the towel around him. “I can’t find them.”

“Your shorts were filthy, so I hand rinsed them and tossed them in the dryer,” I explained. “Why don’t you have a seat next to me here on the bed while we wait for them to dry?”

“Uh—okay,” he agreed hesitantly, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. 

“You’ve matured into quite the young man,” I observed, my eyes traversing his hairy body. “And from what I can see under that thin towel, you’re a blessed man down there. I bet you’re popular with the girls.”

“Oh—uh—I dunno about that,” Carter demurred bashfully. 

“You mean you’re not getting pussy?” I demanded. 

“No—I’m still a virgin,” Carter admitted sheepishly. 

“That’s a damn shame,” I feigned outrage. “A handsome young man like you should be getting pussy all the time. Unless—maybe you like boys?”

“No—I’m not—”

“I like boys,” I cut him off. 

“I know,” Carter avoided my gaze. “My dad warned me—I mean—told me that you’re gay.”

“Yes, I am,” I admitted proudly. “And many straight men, especially young guys like you, have fucked me.”

“Wait—straight guys fuck you?” Carter gasped incredulously. “Why?”

“Why?!” I laughed at his naivety. “It’s a universal truth that men need sex far more than women. And some men—the smart ones—turn to guys like me when they just need an easy hole to breed. Do you want to fuck my hole?”

“I’m just not sure I could—”

“Not sure you could stick your dick in a warm, tight hole that is way better than any pussy out there?” I countered. 

“I think I should go,” Carter stood up, the dryer beeping down the hall, announcing it was done. “I’ll just be needing my shorts now.”

Through his towel, I could see that Carter was rock hard, his eight incher straining against the thin terry cloth. His brain might have been telling him not to fuck me, but his cock certainly had a different opinion on the matter. 

“Here’s your shorts,” I held them out to him. “Nice and warm from the dryer.”

Grasping them, Carter turned around and dropped his towel, giving me a view of his hairy ass while he pulled up his shorts. He had denied me a gratuitous glimpse of his cock—for the moment. I handed him the forty bucks for the yard work, and he made a beeline back to his house.

Being a night owl, there was many a late night when I would spy Carter as he snuck out of his house. Climbing out his bedroom window and down the trellis, a buddy would be lurking in the dark, a beer cooler in hand. Creeping behind them in the dark, I once followed them to the playground down the street where they drank beer and smoked weed until the wee hours of the morning. Boys will be boys. 

Sure enough, after offering up my ass up to Carter, I saw him creeping down the trellis that same night. But his buddy wasn’t there. Was Carter on his way to fuck me? An urgent knock at my door one minute later settled the question. 

“Let’s just fuckin’ do this before I change my mind,” Carter barked, pushing inside. He was shirtless, his athletic shorts tenting. “You want to bend over this couch for me?”

“I’d much prefer my bed,” I countered, leading him to the bedroom. “I’d like to look up at your hairy chest while you fuck me.”

“Fine by me,” he shrugged. 

He dropped his athletic shorts, his eight incher springing to attention, as I disrobed and took my place on the bed—on my back, spreading my legs open for him. 

“Vaseline?” he asked as I removed a small tub from the drawer of my bed table and began to prep my eager hole with it. “My mom uses that on her face at night.”

“Well, it also makes a great—” I began to explain, before—

“Fuuucck,” he exhaled, pushing into me abruptly, his hands on my thighs, a dopy smile on his face—the look of a boy who had never before dipped his stick.

I reached up and caressed his furry chest as he looked down at his cock, buried in me, his balls mashed against my sphincter. And then Carter proceeded to fuck the living shit out of me.

It wasn’t my first time with a virgin top, so I knew what to expect—hang on tight, and enjoy the ride. The first time a guy gets his cock into a wet cunt, whether ass or pussy, he fucks it like it’s the one and only time he’ll ever have the pleasure.  Fast and furious. Carter was no exception.

“Damn, this feels good,” he marveled, his cock jackhammering me, my head hitting the headboard over and over again. His frantic pace was absurdly fast—completely unsustainable. A jackrabbit had mounted me, preparing to breed me in under sixty seconds.

“What are you doing?” Carter demanded, pounding my hole furiously as I reached around and tugged at his balls, pulling them away from his body.

“I’m trying to keep you from nutting,” I explained. “If you don’t slow down, you’ll shoot too fast, and then the ride is over.”

“My buddy says he pictures dead puppies to keep from shooting too fast when he fucks his girlfriend,” Carter laughed, smacking my ass hard, the sound echoing through the room. “But that’s kinda fucked up.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Better to slow down and maybe you—”

“I’m about to bust,” Carter announced urgently, looking down at his big cock buried inside me. My legs were spread wide, his cock thrusting rapidly in my wrecked hole, as I enjoyed the view of his deliciously hairy body. “You ready for my load?”

But before I could respond, before I could attempt to put the brakes on his impending orgasm, Carter pulled out abruptly. Spraying his cum on my stomach and up my chest, he delivered a money shot worthy of a pornstar before pushing back into me, breeding me with the rest of his load.  Clearly, the boy had watched a lot of porn. 

Reaching up, I stroked his hairy chest one last time as his balls continued to empty in me. I didn’t want the moment to end, but from the satisfied look upon Carter’s face, I could tell he would be back again—soon.

“Thanks,” he said, pulling out of me abruptly, slapping my ass—another move ripped off from too much porn. “I better get home before my parents notice I’m gone.”

“Come back and fuck me anytime you need to drop a load,” I offered, swiping up some of his pearly cum off my chest and tasting it—that delicious ambrosia. “My hole is always yours.”

“Sounds good,” he agreed, pulling on his shorts, stuffing his wet cock back into them.

“Oh—and tell your dad that he’s welcome to bring you along next Wednesday night,” I offered as he was almost out the door.

“Wait—,” Carter paused. “My dad shoots pool with his work buddies on Wednesday nights.”

“Pool?” I laughed. “That must be what he tells your mom.” 

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

From the Twisted-Talez Vault 🔓

[daddychested]

[twisted-talez]

“I think it’s time that you and I had a little chat,” Mr. Nelson said, taking a seat across from me at the kitchen table, resting his head upon one hand. He was the epitome of a DILF, sporting his favorite hoodie that was unzipped to reveal the lush, salt-and-pepper forest that traversed his manly pecs.  “How long now have you been crashing in my son’s room?”

“Uh—it’s been about a month now, sir,” I answered. “Reese said I could stay as long as I needed, sir.”

“You can drop the sir shit, and call me Cal,” he insisted. “And it’s really not my son’s place to decide that you can stay here indefinitely—especially since you haven’t paid me a fuckin’ dime in rent.”

“I’m sorry, sir—I mean—Cal,” I stammered. “It’s just that I’m between jobs right now and got evicted from my apartment, which is why Reese is letting me crash here. I can’t afford to pay you rent, but I have tried to help out around here in other ways.”

“Right,” Cal snickered. “You’re idea of helping out is sucking my son’s cock every night.”

“How—how did you know?” I gasped. “Did Reese tell you—?”

“Reese didn’t have to tell me shit,” Cal interrupted. “I can hear you in his room, slobbering all over his dick, moaning as he orders you to deep throat him and swallow his load. Are you two boyfriends now or something?”

“No—we’re not boyfriends” I insisted. “We aren’t gay. We don’t even fuck. I just enjoy helping a buddy out with a brojob now and then. And when Reese said I could crash here, I offered to—you know—suck him off on the DL in exchange.”

“And you think that’s fair to me?” Cal protested. “You think it’s fair that you suck off my son, so you can crash here, when I’m the one who pays the fuckin’ mortgage on this house?”

“I didn’t think of it that way,” I admitted. “But I’m game to suck you off as well,” I eyed his ample crotch. “I enjoy sucking daddy dick.”

“I don’t need a blow job from you,” Cal refused. “Shit—I can go down to the gym and get my balls drained by any number of sauna suckers. What I need is some ass. How ’bout you let me fuck you?”

“I’ve—I’ve never been fucked,” I stammered nervously. “I’m not sure that I’m game to—”

“Nonsense,” Cal cut me off. “If you love taking a load down your throat, you’re gonna love it up your ass even more. Come on, boy. You know you’ve thought about it.”

Cal was right. I had thought about it—a lot. My older brother had been the first to stick his dick down my throat, but he always drew the line at shoving it up my ass. I loved sucking dick, and enjoyed giving brojobs to all my buddies. Taking it up the ass seemed like the next step, a natural progression. I was ready for it. 

“Fine, you can fuck my ass,” I agreed, standing up at the kitchen table, pulling down my athletic shorts. “You wanna fuck me on this table? Reese is at work and won’t be home for awhile.”

“Nah, I want to enjoy your ass on a bed,” Cal countered. “Let’s go upstairs.” He then led me up to the room that I shared with Reese.

“Wait—you’re not gonna fuck me in your room?” I questioned. “You’re gonna fuck me on Reese’s bed? Isn’t that a bit fucked up—fucking me on your son’s bed?”

“Sex is best when it’s a bit fucked up,” Cal gave a devilish grin. “I’ve had to listen to you sucking load after load outta my son on this bed. It’s about time I got my turn. How about we start there—with you sucking me on this bed before I plow your hole?”

I then watched as Cal removed his hoodie and tossed it upon the floor. He then pulled off his shorts, a huge cock swinging like a pendulum between his muscular legs. Reese had a big one, but it fell short of the majesty of his father’s cock. 

“Fuck, you’re hung,” I gasped as Cal took a seat at the edge of the bed and began to jack himself, his thick member growing and lengthening to easily nine inches. “Jesus, that’s gonna hurt,” I gasped. 

“Not if you get it good and wet,” Cal pulled me towards him. “Now suck this big dick for me—get it ready for that tight hole.”

I dropped to my knees before him, like I had countless times for his son, taking that big daddy dick into my mouth. His precum coated my tongue as I worked to get that big thing all the way down my throat. 

“Don’t worry if you can’t take it all the way,” he began to assure me. “I’ve never met anyone who could—HOLY FUCK. How are you doing that?” he gasped as his big one suddenly slid all the way down my gullet, his balls mashed against my chin.

“Lots of practice,” I admitted, coming up for air. “I could suck this big dick all day,” I began to take him down my throat again. 

“Not so fast,” he stopped me, extracting his big cock from my throat, saliva stringing from the tip of his helmet head to my lips. “As much as I’m impressed with your oral skills, I’m ready to see what kind of magic you can work with this tight hole,” he insisted, leaning forward as his hand slid down the back of my shorts, his thick finger probing my hole. 

“You promise to be gentle?” I ascertained nervously. “I’ve never been fucked,” I reminded him. 

“Don’t worry. I know the drill,” he assured me as he reached into Reese’s bed table and pulled out a bottle of lube. “You’re hardly the first young man who I’ve deflowered. Or should I say defiled?” he laughed to himself. 

Looking at his big cock as I removed my shorts and positioned myself on the edge of the bed, I was certain that defiled was the more accurate term for what was about to happen to me. I looked back as Cal squirted a generous amount of lube onto his cock, pumping it with one fist, readying it for my hole. 

“Spread your legs wider,” he kicked at my feet as he stepped up to the plate, my ass presented to him at the bed’s edge. His hands went to my hips, pulling me into him as his rounded cock head found the clenched knot of my sphincter. And with one, quick thrust, Cal was suddenly inside of me. 

“FUCK,” I screamed, my virgin hole under assault, ripped in two by his massive cock. I fell forward on the bed, pain seizing my bowels, spreading through my body. “I can’t take it,” I cried like a little bitch. “You’re too fucking big. Pull out—pull the fuck out of me.”

“Just relax,” Cal stroked my back, holding firmly inside of me. “You can do this. I’ve popped your cherry, but you gotta give yourself a minute to adjust. Now take some deep breaths. Give into the initial pain, and soon it will feel good.”

Obediently, I followed his orders. Taking a series of deep breaths, I tried to relax my body as Cal held still within me. I could feel my angry sphincter beginning to give up its fight, finally accepting the big dick that had conquered it. 

Cal could sense the change within me and began to move slowly, delivering a series of deep thrusts into my bowels. My toes curled, waves of pleasure replacing the initial pain. 

“You feeling good now?” he asked. 

“I feel fucking amazing,” I exhaled, licking my lips. “Your big cock feels so good inside me.”

“Spoken like a true slutty bottom,” Cal laughed, slapping my ass with his open palm as he picked up his pace. “I’d advise you to hang on—’cause I’m about to fuck the shit outta this virgin cunt.”

He wasn’t kidding. Cal went from zero to sixty in three seconds, pounding my ass relentlessly. It hurt so good as he hammered my hole, beating it into submission. I gripped the sheets, hanging on for dear life as he fucking owned my ass. 

“You’re so fucking deep,” I marveled, his cock a battering ram in my guts. 

“You haven’t seen deep yet,” he raised my ass with his meaty hands, adjusting the angle. I could feel a renewed sense of pressure in my bowels, a slight resistance and then a sudden release as Cal slid impossibly deeper into me, breaching my inner sanctum. “There—I just popped your second cherry,” he gloated. 

My eyes rolled back into my head, fireworks in my brain as Cal ravaged me with his big dick. Was this nirvana? It felt like I was having an out-of-body experience, every atom in my body succumbing to a higher plane of existence as Cal proceeded to pound me relentlessly. I didn’t want it to end. 

“You ready for my cum?” Cal’s deep voice broke through my trance, his balls smacking my ass with each thrust. “You gonna let me shoot up your ass?”

“Yes,” I croaked breathlessly, his cock swelling in my fuck canal. “Fucking breed me with that big dick.”

A distinct throbbing began to build in my bowels, followed by an epic release as Cal announced, “OH FUCK. I’m cumming. FUCK—SHIT.”

His big dick erupted in my depths, spewing his load into my vanquished bowels. Falling on top of me, Cal’s body quaked as his cock continued to pulse rhythmically in my void, flooding my guts with his seed. 

“Damn, I needed that,” he pushed off me when his orgasm had ended, extracting himself from my fuck canal. He left a gaping hole in his wake, his pearly load streaming out of me. And then he was gone, picking up his shorts and hoodie as he ambled out of Reese’s room. 

I dragged myself to the shower, washing the stench of man sex from my body as Cal’s load streamed down my leg and circled the shower drain. Freshly showered and in a clean pair of shorts, I fell asleep upon Reese’s bed, my body succumbing to the post-coital endorphins that were still surging in my veins. 

Reese awoke me a few hours later when he got home from work. The dude was clearly in need of his daily blow job, his hard cock straining against the front of his pants. I sat up immediately, knowing that I had a job to do. 

“You want me to suck you on the bed?” I offered. “Or do you wanna sit in your gaming chair and let me drain a load out of you while you play GTA?”

“How ’bout you bend over the edge of that bed and let me pound your ass?” Reese suggested, unzipping his pants, his eight-incher already rock hard. “Dad told me he fucked the shit out of you this afternoon, and now I want my turn.”

Moments later, I gripped the sheets and gritted my teeth as Reese railed my used ass, pounding my hole with an intensity that matched his father’s stamina. Turning my head, I noticed Cal standing in the doorway, his shorts unzipped as he stroked his hard cock. 

“That’s it, son—fuck the shit outta that little bitch,” Cal encouraged Reese. “When you’re done seeding his sloppy ass, I’m gonna jump in after you.”

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

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“Yeah, fuck my sloppy hole,” I begged the hung biker dude, his tattooed arm traveling up my back and gripping my shoulder as he railed me atop the cum-soaked motel mattress. My phone was blowing up on the bed table, but I didn’t care. I had lost count of how many dicks that I had taken that day, how many loads dumped up my ass.

I would often find myself in this particular mood—the mood to be used and abused by several random guys, taking cock after cock, load after load, in the span of mere hours. If ignored, the urge would consume me, making it impossible to conduct any of my daily affairs. I was powerless to resist.

Attractive, muscular, clean cut, and clean shaven, one would never suspect that I liked dick. I played football in high school, then joined a fraternity in college. I loved watching football, drinking beer, shooting hoops, and playing golf with my buddies. I presented like any other red-blooded, straight, American male that one might encounter—but it was all an act, a perfectly constructed facade. Deep down inside, I was a cum dump. A gentleman on the streets, a freak in the sheets. 

I had awoken that particular morning wanting some dick—no—needing some dick. There was no ignoring it. And so I gave into the urge, calling into work and giving my boss some bullshit story of being sick and needing to spend the day in bed. Well, at least the part about the bed was true. 

Needing a discreet place to offer up my ass, I checked into a seedy motel on the truck route just outside of town. My only luggage was a bottle of lube and some poppers. The motel was a total shit hole, notorious for being a good place to score just about anything illicit, including drugs and sex. My meaty ass would be on the menu that day. 

The manager eyed me suspiciously when I asked to pay for the room in cash. He was used to my type. “No flushing condoms down the toilet,” he lectured sternly while handing over the key, “or else the pipes get backed up.”

“What’s a condom?” I joked, eyeing his wedding band, his ample bulge. “You're welcome to drop by my room later if your pipes are backed up. ”

Ensconced in my dirty motel room, I stripped down and shoved my clothes and shoes into the closet. I next prepped my hole diligently, placing the lube and poppers on the bed table, along with my phone. I then logged onto Grindr, updating my profile with my room number at the motel, including an open invite to come use my ass. All were welcome, no dick refused. 

After unlocking the door to my room, leaving it ajar, I climbed upon the bed. I then positioned myself on all fours, my ass at the edge of the bed, ready to be mounted. My hole was open for business. It wasn’t long before I had my first customer. 

“Psst—you taking cock?” a deep voice called from the doorway. 

“Yeah, dude. Fucking breed me,” I taunted, looking over my shoulder to see a beefy guy with hairy arms, a logo on his shirt that read: Speedy Plumbing. I’ll say one thing for plumbers, they sure know how to lay some pipe.

“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, unzipping and pushing a thick nine-incher into me, opening me up. “How many cocks you had this morning so far?” he asked, delivering some deep strokes.

“You’re the first,” I replied. “Your warm load will be the lube for all the others.”

“Damn, I’m honored,” he laughed, picking up the pace, pounding me hard, the bed springs squeaking in perfect unison to his rhythm. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“I won’t be by the time you’re done with me,” I joked, grinding my hole into his pubes, taking him deeper. 

“Damn, I ain’t gonna last long in this tight cunt,” the plumber announced. “Just feels too fucking good.”

“Breed me when you’re ready,” I advised. “Dump that big load in me.”

“You’re ‘bout to get it,” he warned. “OH FUCK—DAMN.”

“Mmm yeah—seed my hole,” I begged as his cock erupted inside of me, delivering my first load of the day. 

“Fuck, I needed that,” he pulled out as soon as his dick had stopped throbbing in my depths. “I hope you get a lot of cock today,” he slapped my ass, his warm load dripping from my hole, sliding down the back of my ballsack in search of the sheet below me.

“You done with him?” a voice sounded from the doorway as the plumber was pulling up his pants. I looked back to see a guy in blue scrubs—a doctor, I assumed. 

“Yeah,” the plumber replied. “His cunt is fucking incredible.”

“Sweet,” the doctor remarked, pulling down the front of his scrub pants, unleashing an eight-incher with a fat ‘shroom head. “I’ve got a four-day load for this cum dump.”

Immediately, the doctor was inside my used hole. Grabbing me by the hips, he went from zero to sixty in about three seconds, jackhammering me. 

“Fuck, I love a sloppy hole,” he remarked, his balls slapping my ass over and over, the plumber’s warm cum working out of me each time the doctor thrusted deep. “You like this big dick up your ass, you fucking cock slut?”

“Yes,” I moaned, rocking my hips to match his rhythm. “Your big cock feels so fucking good inside me.”

The doctor’s pace was too fast, too deliberate, zeroing in on his goal with surgeon-like precision. I knew he couldn’t last long at that rate. And so I wasn’t surprised when his cock began to swell and pulse inside of me.

“SHIT—I’m cumming,” he announced urgently. “Yeah—take this nut, you fuckin’ whore—GOD DAMN.”

“My turn,” a deep bass suddenly sounded, practically pushing the doctor out of the way as he pulled out of me, his cock still dripping his pearly load. “You want some more cum, bitch?” the new guy asked.

I looked back to see a tall, muscular guy in a Peterbilt trucker’s cap. Sporting a flannel shirt with ripped-off sleeves, his faded jeans were undone, his massive cock instantly breaching my used hole.

“FUCK,” I cried out, as the trucker rammed into me, driving that big Mack truck up my used ass. 

“It’s a hole splitter,” he gloated, pushing deep into me, my sphincter stretched to the max. “Hope you like a big one.”

“I love a big one,” I replied, biting the sheet, my hole torn in two. Fuck, his big cock was a lot to take. I reached for the poppers on the bed table, taking a hit. I then handed them to the trucker, who gave a deep inhale in both nostrils before returning the bottle to me. Feeling a bit more relaxed, I lowered my head, angling my ass higher, allowing him to slide deeper.

“That’s it, bitch,” he growled, his hairy balls mashed against my hole. “Open up that pretty cunt for me.”

He was driving me hard, battering my inner-sphincter, my eyes rolling back into my head. The whole bed was shaking, the headboard banging against the wall. I could have been happy with that big dick up my ass all day—but his balls had other plans.

“You want my cum, bitch?” he demanded. “You want me to seed this sloppy hole?”

“YES,” I cried, his cock already throbbing inside of me, releasing a massive load. 

“SHIT—DAMN,” he grunted over and over, his warm load spewing in my depths. 

“You want some more dick, boy?” a voice suddenly hissed in my ear as the trucker pulled out of me. A stocky guy with a barrel chest and hairy arms was soon unzipping his shorts, pulling out a beer can cock. The name of a local high school team, the Ridgefield Rams, was emblazoned on the upper corner of his polo shirt. A silver whistle hung around his neck.

“I gotta make this quick,” the high school coach announced, looking at his Apple Watch. “I snuck out of a faculty meeting to come breed your hole.”

“Yeah—get that fat cock in me,” I begged as he mounted me. Digging into my shoulders, he launched a swift offense on my ass.

“Yeah, boy,” the coach barked loudly, as if I was a player on the field. “Take this dick—take this big—fat—dick.”

The coach wrapped his hairy arms around me, his furry belly rubbing against my ass, his entire body grinding into me. He was breathing hard, inching himself closer and closer to scoring.

“Get ready for my nut,” he barked at me. “Here it comes, boy. OH FUCK—OH SHIT—Yeah, here it comes, boy—FUUCK.”

“Yeah—breed me,” I moaned as I counted ten—eleven—twelve forceful shots of cum that was deposited in my depths as his body convulsed atop me. 

“Damn, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” the coach exhaled, pulling out of me, his cum dripping from my hole and onto the growing splotch of jizz on the bedsheet.  “Looks like your next guy is already waiting,” he observed before ambling to the bathroom to take a piss in the rust-stained toilet.

I turned back my face to discover a well-dressed, handsome Black man standing in the doorway. He wore a silver cross around his neck that matched his wedding band. A name tag fixed to his coat said Reverend under his name.

“Looks like I got here just in time,” he laughed to himself. Removing his clothes, the preacher arranged them carefully on a chair by the window. Fuck, the dude was hung—easily twelve inches with a prominent curve downward. 

“Flip over on your back, baby,” he directed me. “I want to see your pretty face when I’m plowing your pussy.”

Obediently, I flipped over, pulling my knees to my chest, presenting my used hole to him. Gripping that big, dark anaconda in his fist, the preacher climbed on the bed and mounted me swiftly. 

“Fuck yeah, baby,” he exhaled, his silver cross dangling in my face as he looked down at his big cock gliding in and out of my hole. “This here is some good pussy—damn, fuckin’ good.”

Pushing his meaty hands against my thighs, he raised my ass, his massive cock sliding balls deep in me. Fuck, it felt amazing. Engaging his hips, he began to pummel the shit out of me, his low-hangers slapping my hole over and over again. 

“Yeah, baby,” he moaned. “You like Daddy’s cock up your ass? You like this big, black cock in your tight, pink, pussy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “Your big, black cock feels so good inside me.”

“You had a lot of dick today, baby?” the preacher asked, pounding me harder. “You take a lot of loads in this tight pussy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I affirmed. “Four loads so far.”

“That’s a good little cock slut,” he thrusted deep in me. “You’re about to get load number five. You want my cum, baby? You want me to spill my seed in this pretty, pink pussy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I begged. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“Fuck yeah, baby,” the preacher began to shudder, his big cock throbbing in my depths. “That’s it, baby—take my cum—FUCK—DAMN.”

Pulling out of me, a massive gush of his pearly load escaped my gaping hole. With two fingers, the preacher swiped it up and fed his sweet ambrosia to me. Fucking delicious.

“That’s fucking hot, bro,” a voice in the room remarked. Two fraternity guys had arrived, sporting t-shirts with the Greek letters ΦΥK scrawled across the front. “You done with the cum dump?” one of the frat guys asked the preacher. “His hole any good?”

“Fuck, boy. His sweet pussy is God’s gift to men,” the preacher wiped his spent dick on the sheet before getting dressed, stuffing his big dick back into his pants. “You two boys enjoy his wet cunt.”

“Thanks, bro,” the one frat guy remarked, pulling down the front of his athletic shorts, resting the waistband below his balls, just before shoving his thick eight-incher into me in one, violent thrust.

“Shit,” I winced, my hole sore from all the use and abuse inflicted on it thus far. 

“Shut up, bitch,” the frat boy with his dick up my ass scolded. “Now suck my bro here while I fuck you.”

The other frat guy had climbed to the front of the bed, his fat cock hanging out of his shorts. Gripping me by the hair, he tipped back my head and shoved his big cock down my throat. Jackhammering my tonsils, his hairy balls slapped against my chin repeatedly.

“Yeah, bitch—suck my cock,” he ordered as his buddy proceeded to pummel my ass. “Suck my big, fucking cock.”

“That’s so fucking hot, bro,” the frat boy in my ass remarked, high-fiving the frat boy who was down my throat. “This bitch is gettin’ it on both ends. You gonna nut down his throat?”

“Nah, dude,” he shook his head. “I wanna cum up his ass—breed his sloppy hole. You getting close?”

“Yeah, bro. I’m almost there,” he assured his bud, picking up the pace. 

“Hurry up, dude,” the other one admonished. “I’m getting close—and I want to seed this bitch, too.”

“I’m close, bro—almost there—OH FUCK—I’m so close, bro—HOLY SHIT—Yeah, take my cum, you fucking bitch.”

As the one frat guy bred my hole, his cock spewing his warm load in me, the other one quickly extracted himself from my throat. Pushing his bud off me, his cock still spraying his pearly load as it popped out of my gaping hole, the other one shoved into me.

“Holy fuck, your cum is so warm inside his hole,” he remarked to his buddy, his big dick coated in the other dude’s cum. “Shit—I’m gonna cum already—FUCK—FUCK.”

While the second frat guy dumped a huge load in me, his buddy shoved his cummy cock in my mouth. Sucking it clean, I reveled in the ecstasy of getting bred by two frat guys—just seconds apart. 

“That was fucking hot, bro,” the one remarked to the other as they both extricated their big dicks from my opposite ends. “You do this a lot—take dick at this motel?”

“Often enough,” I answered. “Whenever the mood strikes.”

“That’s hot,” the other one replied, stuffing his spent dick back into his shorts. “You gonna be here a bit later today? We could maybe bring back a few more brothers—have a proper gang bang with you.”

“I’d like to watch that,” a voice sounded from the doorway—the motel manager finally dropping by to see me. “Looks like you’ve had a successful day so far,” he observed, eyeing the cum-soaked sheets under me as the frat boys took their leave. “I can smell jizz from all the way down at the office,” he laughed.

“You gonna fuck me?” I asked, flipping back onto my stomach, presenting my used ass to him, eyeing his tented pants. “You gonna get that big dick in me?”

“Fuck yes,” he growled, unzipping his pants, pulling out a thick cock with a prominent vein along one side. “It’s not like my wife is gonna spread her legs for me when I get home tonight, so I might as well dump a load in you.”

Planking above me, the motel manager mounted my cummy hole. With his fists digging into the mattress on either side of me, he wasted no time in pummeling my hole at a breakneck pace. Jesus, it felt good. 

“Shit, man,” he marveled. “I’ve pounded my nut into a lot of cum dumps at this motel, but I ain’t never had my dick in a pussy that was this good. Damn, you’ve got a hot cunt.”

“Thanks, man,” I replied. “You’ve got a great dick on you.”

“I bet you tell all the tops that,” he joked, slapping my ass before moving his hands to my shoulders, slamming all of his weight into me. “Fuck man—I’m already about to bust. I can’t hold back anymore—I’m gonna—I’m gonna—FUCK.”

No sooner had the motel manager seeded my ass and pulled out of me, when a construction guy jumped in, his big dick hanging out of a pair of unzipped Carhartt cargo pants. Pushing me into the mattress, he grunted his warm load into me in a matter of minutes. 

I don’t know if it was too many hits of poppers, or if I went into some type of tantric trance, but everything became a blur after that. Guy after guy. Cock after cock. Load after load. I was in a stupefied state of bliss. 

I could vaguely recall the return of the frat guys with several of their buds, delivering the gang bang they had promised. I’m pretty sure a couple of cops dropped by and seeded my hole around that time, as well. And I’m almost certain the motel manager made an encore performance, breeding my used ass and telling me that he wouldn’t charge me for the room next time. 

Minutes turned to hours and, before I knew it, it was late in the day and some tattooed biker dude in a Harley t-shirt was plowing my puffy hole. His big cock had a distinct upward curve, and he was getting my prostate magnificently. 

“Yeah, fuck my sloppy hole,” I begged the biker dude, his tattooed arm traveling up my back and gripping my shoulder as he railed me atop the cum-soaked mattress. I was vaguely aware that my phone was blowing up on the bed table, vibrating almost non-stop.

“You need to answer that?” the biker asked, now gripping my shoulders with both hands, jackhammering me hard. “Sounds like someone really needs to speak with you.”

“Nah,” I declined. “The only thing I need right now is to feel your big dick shooting your warm load up my ass.”

“Well—you’re about to get it,” the biker promised, pounding me harder, his big dick routing my cummy depths. “Shit, man. I wanted to hold back—but your cunt is just too—fuck, man—here it comes—FUCK—SHIT.”

I ground my ass into him, reveling in the feeling of his warm load inside of me, his cock throbbing over and over. I had no clue of how many loads I had taken at that point. All I knew was that each load felt better than the next. I was like a junkie chasing my next high—I wanted more cock, more cum. My thirst was unquenchable.

“Damn, man,” the biker dude exclaimed, pulling out of me. “That’s the best piece of ass I’ve ever had.”

“Thanks,” I smiled, happily seeded as I watched the biker dude pulling on his clothes, his big dick disappearing into his ripped jeans. For the first time all day, there wasn’t already some guy waiting for his turn with me. I knew that I should call it a day. My used hole was wrecked, pounded to a pulp. Sitting in my office chair was going to be rough the next day at work—a small price to pay.

When the biker dude had left, his warm load still dripping from my sloppy hole, I finally looked at my phone. I had twelve texts and five missed calls from my wife. The bitch can be such a fucking cock block at times. 

“I’m sorry, babe,” I apologized upon calling her back, sitting on the edge of the cum-soaked bed. “Work was crazy today, and the boss made me stay late.”

After she berated me for ignoring her calls and texts, I assured my wife that I would be home soon. Apparently, dinner was on the table and getting cold—much like her frigid cunt. 

“Yes, babe,” I promised before ending the call. “I won’t forget to pick up a pack of diapers on the way home.”

I arose from the bed, a melange of cum from countless dudes escaping from my puffy hole and streaming down the inside of my thigh. A quick shower would be essential before returning home to the wife and kids, not wanting to reek of raw, man-on-man sex. 

But just as I was about to enter the bathroom, a soft knock sounded at the door. I turned around to find an attractive businessman in a shirt and tie, a wedding band on his finger. He was clearly looking to dump a load before heading home to his wife. 

“Am I too late?” he asked regretfully, unzipping his dress pants and pulling out a thick eight-incher that was already rock hard. “You still taking cock?”

“My hole is still open,” I informed him, climbing back on the bed, presenting my used, puffy cunt to him. “Get that big dick in me, dude.”

The businessman mounted me quickly, exhaling slowly, his pants around his knees, his tie tossed back over his shoulder. And as he picked up his pace and railed me from behind, his big dick plumbing my cummy depths, I reached for my phone on the bed table. 

“Sorry, babe,” I texted my wife. “The boss is making me stay another few hours. It’s gonna be a late night. Don’t wait up 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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“Oohh—shiiiit,” I exclaimed, the hung stud’s warm seed spewing in my depths as he railed me from behind, my eyes closed in ecstasy. “Fucking breed me,” I begged, elated to have his cum inside me. Little did I know in that moment, there would be many more loads to come that night.

“Please, Uncle Rex,” my nephew Riley had begged the day before. “It’s my twenty-first birthday and Mom and Dad won’t let me have a party with my buds. They think we’ll wreck the house. Can we please use your basement?”

How could I say no to my beloved nephew—my brother’s only son? But I did have a few rules. If Riley wanted to party with his buds in my basement, there could only be six guys total. They could drink beer and smoke whatever the fuck they wanted, as long as they turned over their car keys to me, and all the guys spent the night. My nephew readily agreed to the terms.

Riley and the guys arrived at 9 pm the next night. Just like my nephew, his buddies were all fucking hot—each one attractive with a muscular body. They looked like they had stepped out of an Abercrombie billboard, or maybe a fraternity-themed gang bang porno film. He told me their names—Cameron, Preston, Jackson, and a few other names that I promptly forgot.

“Dudes, this is Rex, my super cool guncle,” Riley then introduced me to the gang.

“Guncle?” one of the guys—maybe Tyler?—questioned, his face distorted in confusion.

“Yeah—guncle,” Riley repeated. “Rex is my gay uncle—my guncle.”

The guys all laughed at the term, seemingly unfazed by my homosexuality. They certainly didn’t give a shit once they went down to the basement and discovered the beer, weed, pizza, and pussy porn that I provided to make Riley’s twenty-first birthday party truly memorable.

“I’ll be up in my room,” I informed them as they disappeared downstairs to the party pad. “Just let me know if you guys need anything.”

For the next two hours, I listened as the party raged below. I couldn’t believe six inebriated guys could be so loud. But I was glad they were having fun. It was good to be the super cool guncle.

I was reading in bed, about to turn in for the night, a set of earplugs at the ready on my bed table, when one of Riley’s buddies appeared in the doorway to my room. The guy was hot as fuck with a shirt partially unbuttoned to reveal a hairy chest, and a bulge in his jeans that promised a big cock.

“Can I use your bathroom?” he asked, reeking of beer and weed. “I gotta piss, and someone is using the other one downstairs.”

“Sure,” I agreed, gesturing to my bathroom, trying not to stare at his bulge. “Help yourself.”

The guy sauntered across my room to the bathroom. Not bothering to close the bathroom door, he unzipped and pulled out a massive cock.

Giving me a side view as he stood at the toilet, he held his thick, veiny dick in one hand as he aimed his stream into the bowl. Shaking it off as his flow tapered, he turned towards me, his big cock hanging between his legs, a golden drop of piss still at the tip.

“You want some dick?” he asked from the doorway, fisting his big one as it grew hard in his hand. “You want it up your ass?”

“Fuck yes,” I exclaimed, like a mindless cum dump who needed cock to survive. “Get that big cock in me.”

As I yanked off my clothes and rummaged for some lube in my bed table, I’d like to say that I gave some thought—any thought—to the ramifications of taking cock from my nephew’s drunk buddy, that I weighed the pros and cons. But honestly, like a true cum dump, I never turned down dick when it was handed to me on a silver platter.

Slathering my hole with a generous amount of lube, I positioned myself on the edge of the bed, my ass presented to Parker or Tyler or Cameron or whatever the fuck his name was. Once I was in position, my hole ready for business, the guy grabbed me by the hips and shoved into me.

“FUCK,” I screamed, my sphincter straining against the sudden assault of his thick dick. “Shit, you’ve got a big cock.”

“Yeah, bitch,” he slapped my ass. “It’s a real hole stretcher. Always makes the bitches scream when I smash their cunts.”

He was definitely smashing my cunt—hard. Over the years, I had taken enough straight guy cock to know that this was not going to be an easy ride. True to his type, the guy was pummeling the shit out of me, his hands gripping into my hips, forcing me into the precise rhythm he needed to get off as he jackhammered the shit out of me.

It was fucking amazing.

Like a good power bottom, I yielded full control to him. Don’t get me wrong, the ride was extremely enjoyable for me. Yet his satisfaction superseded my own. My purpose was to submit to him fully, allowing him to use me in any manner necessary to get him off. My body was just an object—an inanimate device—for his use and pleasure.

“You like my cunt?” I asked as he continued to pound me relentlessly. “You like your big dick in my tight hole?”

“Fuck, bro,” he exhaled, his balls slapping my ass. “Your cunt is fucking amazing—it’s tight as shit. I’m tryin’ so hard not to cum.”

“You can shoot in me,” I taunted. “Fucking seed my hole—fucking own this cunt.”

“Damn, that’s hot,” he replied, his cock growing even more rigid inside me at the thought of breeding me. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

Tilting my hips, I adjusted the angle, his big dick sliding even deeper into my void. He was battering my inner-sphincter, causing my eyes to roll back into my head. I could feel his balls, mashed against my hole, as they began to throb. His cock swelled inside me, pressing against the walls of my fuck canal.

“Fuck, bro,” he announced urgently. “I’m about to—oh FUCK—I’m about to—FUCK—FUCK.”

“Oohh—shiiiit,” I exclaimed, the hung stud’s warm seed spewing in my depths as he railed me from behind, my eyes closed in ecstasy. I could feel every pulse of his cock as rope after rope of his load was deposited in me. “Fucking breed me,” I begged, elated to have his cum inside me.

He pulled out abruptly, slapping my ass like guys always do in porn films. I turned back to look at him, his load gushing from my wrecked hole, his cummy cock dripping onto the floor. And that’s when I froze in terror. We weren’t alone. My nephew Riley and all of his buds were watching us. How long had they been there?

“Riley,” I gasped. “Please don’t be mad. It all happened so fast—”

“My turn to fuck him,” Riley announced, ignoring my pleas for forgiveness. Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his hard eight-incher, a drop of precum already at the tip. “You should have let me fuck him first, Conner,” he admonished his buddy. “It’s my birthday after all.”

And then my nephew shoved his big dick into my sloppy hole, grabbing me by the hips just like his buddy had done, jackhammering my used cunt at a breakneck pace. Was this really happening? Was I truly getting fucked by my nephew?

“Jesus, Conner,” Riley admonished playfully. “You dumped a huge fucking load in this cunt. I guess I’m just gonna have to add my own load to the mix.”

And after a few more deep thrusts, Riley’s balls smacking my ass, he did just that—dumped a huge load in me. Grunting over and over again, he deposited our shared DNA into my awaiting depths.

I’d like to say that in that moment, while my nephew was breeding me, I had some sense of remorse, a possible regret for crossing that incestuous line. But honestly, I didn’t give a fuck about some stupid taboo. Having Riley’s big cock in me, his load in my bowels, was just too fucking good.

When his cock had stopped throbbing, his balls depleted, Riley pulled out of me. Almost immediately another cock was thrust inside me. This time it was Preston or Jackson or—I didn’t really know or care who the fuck it was.

Like his predecessors, the guy grabbed me by the hips and launched a rigorous fucking inside my sloppy hole, not letting up until he had dumped his load into the cum soup inside of me. He pulled out abruptly, a melange of cum streaming out of my hole, as he high-fived the next guy whose cock was suddenly shoved into my used cunt.

The next few hours became a blur as the guys took multiple turns with my hole—cock after cock, load after load, pounding me over and over. I hadn’t been dicked down that hard since my days in the army, and I was loving every minute of it.

It was late the next morning when I awoke, the bed soaked with sweat, sex, and cum—evidence of the night of debauchery. My hole was puffy and sore, but in the best possible way. I was yawning and stretching, trying to bring myself back to the land of the living, when I noticed Riley in the doorway to my room, wearing nothing but a pair of briefs.

“The guys just left,” he informed me, his voice hoarse from too much beer, weed, and fucking. “They wanted me to thank you for—uh—everything, and said they’d like to do it again soon.”

“Any time you like,” I smiled. “You hungry? I could scramble up some eggs for breakfast.”

“I was more thinking I’d like to dump another load in you,” Riley announced, climbing onto the bed with me. He pulled down the front of his briefs, his morning wood springing to attention. “I really want to be inside you again.”

But before I could give my assent, Riley pushed my knees to my chest and shoved his big cock into my used, puffy hole. My legs wrapped instinctively around his firm ass while he began to pummel me, his rhythm unrelenting.

“You’re not gonna tell my dad that I fucked you?” he beseeched, his eyes locking on mine, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust. “I don’t think he—”

“I’m not going to tell your dad,” I assured my nephew. “But I don’t think he’d be all that angry. Your dad used to fuck my ass all the time before he married your mom. He’s the reason I became such a talented power bottom.”

And with that realization, Riley promptly dumped a huge fucking load inside me. It was indeed good to be the super cool guncle.

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

[steveskidrives]

[twisted-talez]

“I know you want to fuck me,” the hot twink taunted, posing in the doorway to his room, the sunlight dappling his eager ass. I knew I should ignore him, that I should return to my work. But I was helpless. The boy was a predator, and I was his prey. 

I had been unemployed for three months when I landed the full-time gardener position at a sprawling, $8.5 million dollar estate off of Mulholland Drive. With a wife and kid to feed at at home, and another on the way, I needed this job in the worst way. 

“I’ll start you on a probationary period,” my boss Nathan Eisman, the owner of the estate, had informed me. Mr. Eisman was an attractive film producer in his mid-fifties. “If you prove yourself in the next month, I’ll make your employment permanent and will start paying you benefits as well.”

“Does anyone else live here with you?” I asked, eyeing the massive twelve-bedroom home on the property. 

“It’s just me and—uh—my boy Charlie,” Mr. Eisman replied awkwardly. “But Charlie won’t get in your way.” That promise was soon proven to be false. 

The next day, as I was trimming an overgrown row of boxwoods surrounding the pool, a twink in a skimpy, red speedo suddenly appeared from a bedroom that opened onto the patio.

“I’m Charlie,” he introduced himself, “and you must be the new, hot gardener.” Charlie eyed me up and down, assessing every inch of me.

“Yeah. Nice to meet you,” I answered hesitantly under his persistent gaze. “Your dad told me about you.”

“My dad?” Charlie laughed. “No, Nathan isn’t my dad—although sometimes he does like me to call him daddy.”

“I’m sorry,” I blushed. “I didn’t realize that you’re his boyfriend.”

“I’m also not his boyfriend,” Charlie replied sharply. “I’m his house boy.”

“So, you’re like a prostitute?” I asked naively. 

“Jesus, no,” Charlie spat, insulted. “Nathan doesn’t pay me. But he does allow me to live here in exchange for helping out around the house.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re really good at helping,” I scoffed. 

“I bet you’d like to find out,” the boy taunted, staring down at my crotch. 

“How old are you, Charlie?” I asked the boy, trying to ignore his gaze. 

“I’m nineteen,” he answered, licking his lips. 

“Well, I’m twenty-nine,” I responded. “And I’ve got a wife and kid at home, and another on the way. I don’t need to fuck up this job by playing around with the boss’s little boy toy.”

“Mmm, I love a breeder,” Charlie purred. “Let me ask you something. When did you last fuck your wife?”

“That’s none of your damn business,” I barked, without sharing that it had been five long months of just me and my right hand. 

“Wow. Your reaction tells me that it must be a long time since you got your dick wet,” Charlie observed astutely. “And I’ve got a tight, wet cunt.”

I made no response, for I knew that I should diffuse the situation by walking away. But, Christ, I needed to get laid in the worst way. Fucking the boy would be easy. And Mr. Eisman wasn’t even around to find out. As my mind began to explore the possibility of dumping a load in the boy, my cock had hardened and was straining against the fabric of my work pants. Charlie had noticed. 

Wordlessly, Charlie turned away from me and headed back to his bedroom off the patio. On his way, he paused and threw back a seductive glance at me as he tossed off his red speedos. I caught a glimpse of a big, floppy cock between his legs, but what interested me was his tight, perky ass that was begging to be defiled. 

“I know you want to fuck me,” Charlie taunted, posing in the doorway to his room, the sunlight dappling his eager ass. I knew I should ignore him, that I should return to my work. But I was helpless. The boy was a predator, and I was his prey.

Through the open door, I watched as Charlie bent himself over the bed and presented his ass to me. Even from a distance, I could make out the rimming of downy fur that surrounded his wanton hole. My cock hardened even more, desperate to mine his depths. Charlie awaited patiently, a spider luring me to his web. 

I couldn’t take it anymore. With deliberate steps, I made a beeline to Charlie and his beckoning cunt. By the time I crossed the threshold into the shadowy recesses of his room, my pants were undone and I held my firm, eight-incher in hand. Spitting on it, I mounted the boy and impaled him with one, quick thrust.

“FUCK,” Charlie cried out, gripping the sheets as I split his hole in two. 

“You like this big cock up your ass, boy?” I demanded, my hands on his hips as I pummeled his hole. 

“Yes, sir,” Charlie moaned. “I love your big cock inside me, sir. Fuck me harder, sir. Fuck me harder.”

Giving the boy what he wanted, I began to jackhammer the living shit out of him. He was screaming his head off as I destroyed his hole, but I didn’t care. There wasn’t anyone around to hear us. I could feel my balls pulling up and tightening against my body. I wanted to fuck the boy for hours, but my full balls had other plans. 

“You want my cum?” I asked urgently while struggling to hold back my nut for as long as possible. 

“Yes,” Charlie exclaimed. “Dump that load in me. Breed my fuckin’ cunt.”

The boy got his wish as my cock erupted deep within his bowels. “FUCK . . . DAMN,” I growled, riding the euphoric ecstasy of seeding his hole. And that’s when I heard it—the sound of clapping coming from behind me.

“Well done,” my boss Mr. Eisman applauded, standing in the doorway. “You really fucked the shit out of the boy.”

“Mr. Eisman—I’m so sorry,” I stammered, pulling out of Charlie, my load pooling at the gaping opening of his hole. “The boy came on to me, Mr. Eisman. I didn’t mean to—”

Mr. Eisman raised his hand to silence me. “No apology necessary,” he assured me as he walked toward us, pulled out his hard cock, and mounted the boy’s wet cunt. “I rather enjoyed watching you fucking him. And I’m a sucker for a sloppy hole.”

“So you’re not gonna fire me?” I pleaded. 

“Fire you?” laughed Mr. Eisman, his low-hangers slapping Charlie’s ass with each thrust. “Certainly not. In fact, I’d like it if we could fuck the boy like this on a regular basis.” 

Best. Job. Ever. 

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

From the Twisted-Talez Vault 🔓

[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 me 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.

[ligneform]

[twisted-talez]

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.