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A macho man with a big fat gag in his mouth 😍🔥😈

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A FORMER macho man.

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Thanks for following and reposting! 5/11/26

[gc8118]

Mr J, looks like your son here is turned on af. I think he’d suck my dick, don’t you? You do? Would that excite you, Mr J? When he’s done, maybe I’ll let you worship me too.

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[gc8118]

He doesn’t realize that he’s kissing the belt goodbye.

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[twisted-talez]

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I dunno—maybe,” I lied. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Code 10-71? What does that mean?”

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

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

[nouveaux-yeux]

[twisted-talez]

“Big smiles, studs,” I directed my son Bryce and his two best buddies, arm in arm, as I held up my phone to take their photo on the windy beach. The three of them had fucked their brains out the night before in the beach house that I had rented for the weekend. Little did I know, I would soon get in on the action. 

High school had been rough for my son Bryce. As the only gay boy in a small, conservative school, he had a hard time fitting in. But college changed all that. By the end of his freshman year, he had two best buddies, Preston and Jax, who were also openly gay. 

The three boys weren’t a throuple, my son was quick to point out—there was nothing romantic between them. They just liked to hang out by day and fuck each other senselessly by night. Kids these days. 

It was Bryce’s idea to invite Preston and Jax to join us for a beach weekend for my fortieth birthday, and I readily agreed. Recently divorced from Bryce’s mom, a boys weekend felt like a great way for me to celebrate a new chapter in my life, and for Bryce to get some quality time with his buds.

The boys weekend seemed like a good idea—until I spent the first night wide awake until 2 am, listening to the three studs having a fuckfest in the upstairs loft. Three hours of raw, animalistic sex, like something out of Lord of the Flies. Grunting, moaning, pounding, skin slapping skin. It was like a porno was being filmed upstairs—and I wasn’t invited. 

Was I angry? Of course not. Boys will be boys. And I was glad my son had found his group—and was getting his rocks off so spectacularly. 

But was I jealous? Fuck yes. I hadn’t had sex in over a year, not yet ready to forge into the dating scene after a messy divorce with Bryce’s mom. It was depressing to be turning forty—my sexual prime—and the only action I was getting was with my right hand. 

But standing there on the beach that morning, I was happy for my son and his two best buddies as I snapped their photo, even if they had kept me awake the night before. And I was looking forward to celebrating my birthday with the three boys that night. Bryce promised it was “gonna be lit.”

We started with dinner at the crab shack just over the bridge, followed by cake back at the beach house. Bryce kept alluding to some “awesome” gift he had planned for me, but I forgot about it when the boys produced a bottle of tequila and insisted that we do shots. 

I can’t hold my tequila, never could. But I couldn’t allow myself to look like a pussy in front of my son and his buddies. I didn’t want to be a party pooper. And so, with the boys, I downed six tequila shots in rapid succession. 

Things got murky for me after that. I must have blacked out at some point. I had a vague recollection of being dragged to my bedroom, succumbing to the sweet bliss of a drunken slumber in my bed. 

The dream was vivid. I was in bed with my ex-wife—an absurdity, as I hated the bitch. And she was sucking my big cock—also an absurdity as she always refused to go down on me. In the dream, I looked down at her as she gobbled lasciviously on my big dick, moaning, sucking, and slapping it against her cheek. It was the best head I’d ever had—real or not.

But then something happened. The dream started to fade as reality crept into my psyche. I was suddenly awake, shocked to find my ex-wife was only an illusion. Yet one thing was real. My cock was definitely being sucked—by my son’s buddy Preston. 

“Mmm yeah,” Preston moaned, saliva stringing from his lips to my hard cock, his hand gripping it at the base. “I fucking love a big dick.”

“I want a turn,” demanded Jax, who had been sucking my nipples, my chest hair matted with his saliva. “You’re hogging that big cock.”

My mind reeled as Jax switched places with Preston. Jax was soon deep throating my dick, my balls mashed against his chin. 

“Where’s Bryce?” I asked, my voice horse from sleep and alcohol, my eyes scanning the dark room, terrified that Bryce would be angry that I was hooking up with his buddies. “Where’s my son?”

“Shhh,” Preston hushed me, his finger to my lips, his tongue licking my neck. “Don’t worry about Bryce. He’s in bed. Just enjoy the ride.”

Preston’s lips moved to mine, kissing me deeply. Our tongues danced as Jax continued to suck me like a Hoover. Then there was a pause, a change in pressure on my cock. Jesus, it felt incredible—unlike any blowjob I had ever received. 

I disengaged from Preston’s lips, eager to look down at Jax sucking my dick, wondering how he was able to make my cock feel so amazing. The answer was unexpected—Jax was riding me. 

“Fuck yeah,” Jax moaned, his head tipped back in ecstasy, my big cock up his ass, his tight sphincter gripping me as he bounced up and down on me. 

I had never fucked a guy before, but I knew immediately that it was the best hole my cock had ever experienced. A small voice in my head told me to stop the ride, that this was fucked up, that a man isn’t suppose to have a threesome with his son’s best buds. But my cock had another opinion on the matter, and it won out as Jax rode me like a stallion.

Just as the rhythm was getting good, just as that warm tingle was beginning in my balls, Preston pushed Jax off me, my cock popping out of his hole audibly, thudding against my thigh. “It’s my fucking turn to ride him,” Preston announced, mounting me.

“Mmm yeah,” he moaned. “Your big cock feels so good in my pussy. You’re even bigger than your son. I fucking love daddy dick.”

Preston was grinding hard on me, twerking on my rod up and down, up and down. Christ, the boy had moves. He was taking me deep, riding me like he was on a pogo stick. His eyes started to roll back into his head as a low moan began to build from within him. His hard cock, slapping up and down against my hairy abs began to swell.

“FUCK,” he cried, his cock erupting while my dick was still up his ass, his cum spraying all over my hairy chest and abs. Jax dove on top of me, licking up Preston’s cum as he continued to spray a huge fucking load.

Within him, Preston’s fuck canal constricted, pulsing around my cock. The feeling was absurdly intense. He was literally milking my cock from inside his bowels. I couldn’t hold back any longer, my cock swelling in response, my balls releasing months of pent-up tension.

“SHIT—FUCK,” I grunted, my load shooting into Preston’s void, my body convulsing under him. 

“That’s it—fucking breed me,” he pleaded, my cock throbbing inside of him, my white gold gilding his bowels. 

Preston dismounted as the last of my cum dripped from my cock, crashing on the bed next to me. Jax was immediately on my cock, liking and sucking the last bit of ball batter out of me. I was exhausted—drained both physically and mentally. I craved slumber. But sleep was not in the cards.

“You’re still hard,” Jax remarked, still sucking my spent cock. How was it possible? I was never the type of guy to go multiple rounds. And yet, I was still rock hard seconds after breeding Preston. 

Going with the flow, I flipped Jax onto his back, pushed his knees to his chest, and plunged my wet, cummy cock into him. “Fuck me,” he begged. “Fuck me like a bitch.”

Aiming to please, I began to pound the hell out of Jax, his toes curling as I planked above him, my cock routing his depths. I had almost forgot about Preston, when I felt a wet sensation against my hole—his tongue probing my sphincter. Jesus, it felt amazing. And as I continued to pound Jax’s quivering cunt, Preston inserted one and then two fingers into my wet hole.

Holy fuck. The sensation of having something up my ass while I was fucking was beyond intense—unparalleled to anything I had ever experienced.  My cock was suddenly the hardest it had ever been, battering Jax’s hole. But the most shocking part was how quickly I needed to cum—again.

“FUCKING CHRIST,” I growled, my second load of the night exploding inside of Jax, his nails scratching into my back as I seeded him with incredible force.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned. “I can feel you cumming inside me. Jesus, it feels so good.”

Preston removed his fingers from my ass just as I pulled out of Jax, my cum spilling from his gaping hole. As I rolled over onto the mattress, Preston dove into Jax’s hole with his tongue and ate my load from that wrecked cunt. 

I got up to piss, and when I stumbled back to the bed, Preston was balls deep in Jax’s cummy hole, begging me to mount him while he fucked Jax. I obliged, sandwiching Preston between Jax and me, pumping out my third load of the night. 

It got hazy after that—my mind in some sort of tantric stupor. I surrendered my body to their carnal desires, as Jax and Preston worshipped my cock, treating me like some sort of sex demigod. 

The last thing I remember was noticing a dark figure sitting in a chair at the corner of the bedroom—I thought it was my son, but I couldn’t see his face. Had Bryce been there the entire time—watching his own father having depraved sex with his buddies? Everything went dark after that. 

I awoke naked in bed the next morning, the sheets still damp with sweat, sex, and cum—proof that all I had experienced was no figment of my imagination. Jax and Preston were gone. Despite being slightly hungover, I felt a sense of euphoria, having just experienced the best sex of my life. Forty was going to be a great year. 

I dragged myself to the shower, washing the pungent funk of man sex off my body. Clean and fresh, a bathrobe tied loosely at my waist, I discovered my son Bryce at the kitchen table. 

“Where’s Preston and Jax?” I asked Bryce as he shoveled leftover birthday cake into his mouth for breakfast. 

“They’re still asleep,” Bryce answered. 

“Listen, son,” I began awkwardly. “There’s something I need to tell you. Last night, I—uh—I sort of—”

“You fucked Jax and Preston.”

“Yes,” I admitted. “But please don’t be pissed off at me. It all happened so—”

“Pissed off?” Bryce laughed. “Why would I be pissed off? It was my idea for you to fuck them, my gift to you. I’ve been planning it for weeks. I thought it might make your fortieth birthday—memorable.”

“It was definitely memorable,” I laughed, mussing up his hair like when he was a little kid. “You devious little shit. I love the hell out of you.”

The four of us—Bryce, Jax, Preston, and I—enjoyed our last day at the beach together. I grilled up some shrimp for dinner, and we finished up the last of the birthday cake over a contentious game of Scrabble. 

Another bottle of tequila appeared late that night, and a debaucherous fuckfest ensued amongst the four of us. Now before you jump to conclusions—no, I did not fuck my own son. That would be wrong. But did both of our big cocks end up in Jax at the same time while Preston sucked on our balls? I’ll never tell. 

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

[potent-virility]

[twisted-talez]

I will never forget the look upon the hairy daddy’s face, his muscular arm stretched behind his head just after I had seeded his furry hole. Jesus, he was an incredible fuck, taking my big cock like his cunt was made for me. I had hooked up with countless hairy daddies from the gym, but this DILF would prove to be truly unforgettable. 

Although I was young, straight(ish), and had a girlfriend, I loved nothing more than fucking a hot, hairy, muscular daddy. Bonus points if he had a beard. So when a new, bearded, hairy DILF showed up at the gym late one afternoon, I knew I had to get my big cock inside his hairy hole. And from the way the daddy was checking me out, I knew I had a chance.

“You new to the gym?” I broke the ice when we were alone in the sauna, my eyes drinking in his delicious body, flimsy towels covering our junk. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“Yeah, I’m just here on a day pass,” he explained. “I’m in town for the weekend visiting family. I’ve spent the last four hours cramped in a stuffy airplane, and needed a workout,” he shared while looking straight at my tenting towel.

“You married?” I inquired, not seeing a wedding band on him. 

“Nah—not anymore,” he smiled deviously. “I left my wife about ten years ago. I’m sure you can guess why I divorced her,” he licked his lips, staring at my crotch again. 

“You’re fucking hot,” I declared, seeing no reason to beat around the bush any further. I then reached over and caressed his furry pecs. “I love all this man fur you’ve got.”

“Thanks,” he winked, sliding his hand under my towel and stroking my hard cock. “You’re young enough to be my son, but I’m flattered you’re into me. I could really use some dick. My hotel is right across the street. Want to come fuck my ass with that big cock?”

Twenty minutes later, I was balls deep in his furry hole upon his hotel bed. He wanted me missionary so that I could dominate him. His muscular, hairy legs were wrapped around my meaty ass, my cock routing his warm depths. Christ, the daddy knew how to take a big dick. 

“Fuck, your big cock feels so good up my ass,” he moaned in ecstasy, rocking his pelvis, matching my rhythm. “I can’t believe I’m being topped by such a hot, young stud. You have a girlfriend?” he inquired. 

“Yes,” I nodded, treating his hole to some deep, steady strokes. “We’ve been together about a year now.”

“Damn,” he exclaimed. “I bet she loves creaming on your big cock.” 

“Yeah, she fucking loves my big dick,” I acknowledged. “She jumped my bones on our first date, begging me to raw dog her and smash her pussy with my big one. Thank god for Plan B,” I laughed. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he exclaimed, his hands on my ass, pulling me deeper into his greedy cunt. “I want you to breed me, just like that bitch you’ve got. Seed my hole like you seed her pussy.”

Emboldened by his desire to be bred, I picked up the pace and began to pummel his ass at a dizzying pace. I was jackhammering him hard, the headboard of the hotel bed banging the wall in sync with the rhythmic slap of my balls against his hole. I couldn’t hold back, ready to empty my balls inside him. 

“You want my load?” I demanded, thrusting deep in his bowels. “You want me to seed this hairy hole?”

“YES,” he screamed, locking his sphincter around the base of my swollen shaft. “Dump that load in me.”

“You’re about to get your wish,” I assured him, my balls throbbing, the pressure in my shaft building. “FUCK—Here it comes—OH SHIT—Yeah, take my fuckin’ nut—FUCK—SHIT.”

“Mmm, yeah,” he moaned, my load flooding his guts. “Breed me just like you breed your bitch. Your cum is so warm inside me.”

When my balls reached empty, my spent cock slowly going soft, I pulled out of the daddy. Sitting back on my knees, I admired the hot, hairy bod that I had just fucked. I watched proudly as my pearly load dripped from his gaping, hairy hole.

“That was fucking hot, man,” he exhaled as he stretched and put one arm behind his head. “I wish you could stay for another round, but I gotta get in the shower now. I’m having dinner with my daughter tonight. She just got engaged and I’m meeting her fiancé for the first time.”

I turned white. It felt like I’d just been kicked in the stomach, the air knocked out of me. It couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be true.

“Wait. Is your daughter named Becca?” I demanded, terror in my voice. “Oh, Christ. Are you Mr. Bannerman?!”

The look of horror upon his face confirmed my worst fears.

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

[freddiedb]

[twisted-talez]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No—she thinks I’m out for a run.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You feel better after your run?”

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

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

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

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

[bold-new-look]

[twisted-talez]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have a sister,” I scowled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.

[iskratato4]

[twisted-talez]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Awesome—thanks.”

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

“But my dad said that—”

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

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

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

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

“You remember my son Ryan?” he began.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not?”

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

“Yes?”

“Will you suck my big one for me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He did? What for?”

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

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

From the Twisted-Talez Vault 🔓

[carter-smokeo]

[brunpatrick18]

voilà faire comme ça, ou que l on me fasse comme lui cela me va très bien, suis pas difficile. juste bien la sentir cogner au fond

[potent-virility]

[twisted-talez]

“I thought you quit?” I playfully chastised my manly neighbor Bart upon seeing him with a cigarette in the alley behind our row houses. He was shirtless, the golden sunset kissing his muscular, hairy, inked body. Unlike Bart, I was not a smoker, but I desperately wanted to smoke that big cock stuffed inside his denim jeans. “You told me you were done with smoking,” I teased him. 

“Get off my fuckin’ back,” Bart rolled his eyes, taking a drag. “I had a shitty day at work, okay?”

“Just don’t let Ellie catch you out here smoking,” I warned. “She’ll have your balls.”

“I know,” he nodded, flicking ash onto the pavement. “I’ll finish before she gets home. I just needed a quick release.”

“I can give you a quick release,” I offered playfully. “And Ellie won’t smell it on you, like those cigarettes.”

“Dude, I’m not letting you suck my dick again,” Bart refused in a long stream of smoke. “I was drunk off my ass that one time.”

“Yeah, but not too drunk to admit it was the best blow job you ever had,” I reminded him. “Come on, man. Feed me a load over at my place,” I invited. “You know you’ll feel much better after I’ve drained those balls for you.”

“Not gonna happen, dude,” Bart stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray upon the garden table before stashing it behind a potted plant. “I gotta go mouthwash before Ellie gets home, or she’ll smell these cigs on my breath,” he turned to leave.

We parted ways, each of us to our own house. I was in my kitchen not five minutes later, pulling a box of pasta out of the cupboard to make dinner, when Bart wrapped urgently at my kitchen door. 

“Let’s make this quick,” he pushed inside as I opened the door, Listerine on his breath. “Ellie is gonna be home any minute now.”

Bart made a fast beeline to my couch, unzipping his jeans, releasing his thick, veiny, nine-incher as he took a seat. I instantly dropped to my knees, taking his big one down my throat, sucking him hard. 

“Christ, I forgot how good you are at this,” he exhaled, his head tipping back in ecstasy as I took him to the balls. “Yeah, choke on this big fuckin’ dick,” his hands held the back of my head. 

I went to town on that big dick, ravenously sucking him from base to tip. My hands reached up and massaged his hairy pecs as I sucked him, his big cock growing even more rigid in response. I then came up for air, my tongue traveling south to suck his full balls. 

“Yeah, work them balls,” he gripped his cock in one fist, beating it against my face as I sucked on his ripe, round beauties, churning the seed within. “You keep that up and you’re gonna get a big load outta me,” Bart promised. 

I worked my way back up his veiny shaft, licking along the way, taking that meaty head back down my throat. I had just resumed sucking him, eager to get his creamy load in my belly, when Bart suddenly stopped me. 

“Pull down your shorts,” he ordered. 

“Uh—okay,” I complied, pulling them down. “You want to see my cock while I suck you?”

“No—turn around,” Bart ordered. “I want to see your ass. Now bend over, show me that cunt.”

I did as told, exposing my hole to him. His thick finger found my knotted sphincter, tracing the rim, slowly pushing into it. Bart began to finger fuck me, pushing his digit in past his thick knuckle, opening me up. 

“Sit on my cock,” he demanded, suddenly withdrawing his finger and pulling me onto his lap. “I want to finish inside you.”

Wordlessly, I complied, taking a seat upon him like a kid sitting on Santa’s lap. With my ass resting upon his muscular thighs in a reverse cowboy position, Bart grabbed me by the hips and pushed into me. 

“FUCK,” I yelped, a flash of pain consuming my body as Bart rammed his nine-incher up my ass. He immediately went to work, his hips driving that big dick in and out of my straining hole, my back rubbing against his hairy chest and belly. 

Though I had sucked him beforehand, his cock was too dry. The friction was off the charts as he assaulted my hole, pummeling my ass with zero mercy. Yet that friction would work to my advantage. 

“I’m gonna bust,” Bart warned suddenly, a deep throbbing in my bowels. “OH FUCK—Here it comes—FUCK—YEAH—FUCK,” he bellowed, his cock releasing his seed into my depths. 

“Yeah, breed me,” I moaned in delight, grinding my ass against his pubes as his big dick flooded my guts with his warm load. “Seed my fuckin’ hole.”

“That was good,” Bart pushed me off his lap as soon as his balls were depleted, my body tumbling to the floor. “I gotta get home now before Ellie catches my ass over here,” he stood up and stuffed his cummy cock back into his jeans. 

“You’re welcome to come back whenever you want,” I invited, standing up on wobbly legs, his cum leaking from my gaping hole. “You can fuck me again like that anytime.”

“I’ll be back after work tomorrow,” Bart assured me, zippping up his fly. “If I’m gonna kick smoking, I’ll need another vice to take its place. Fucking your tight ass every day seems like the perfect choice.”

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

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