“Fuck, you’re big,” he exhaled, his eyes closed, his sphincter tensing as I pushed my eight-incher all the way into his greedy cunt. Christ, it felt good to be inside a warm hole again. I had promised my girlfriend that I wouldn’t fuck other girls while she was out of town—but I never said anything about her little brother.
“I’m mad at you,” Kayla pouted dramatically as we FaceTimed while 4,000 miles apart, the Eiffel Tower in the background as she sipped a café au lait at a sidewalk café. “You broke your promise.”
Kayla was into her second week of a summer internship at a prestigious French fashion publication. Whereas, my only plans for my summer home from college were going to parties, drinking beer, and jacking off to porn.
“Babe. I swear to you—nothing happened with Brittany,” I insisted, assuming why Kayla was mad. “She totally ambushed me at Jake’s party, posting all those selfies on Insta of us. But nothing happened.”
In truth, Brittany had offered up her easy snatch to me at the party, but I turned her down. Though I desperately needed some pussy, I couldn’t make a move without it getting reported back to Kayla. She had eyes everywhere on me.
“Brittany? Eww—I know you’d never fuck that skank,” Kayla laughed. “She’s so fucking desperate. I’m not at all mad about her Insta posts.”
“Then what are you mad about?”
“Yes,” Kayla nodded, taking another sip of coffee. “You promised me that you’d hang out with him this summer, but you haven’t even texted him yet. He has no friends and he’s got nothing to do all day while my parents are at work.”
“Kayla, Teddy is not a child—he’s eighteen years old,” I spat indignantly. “I shouldn’t have to go have a fucking play date with him because he’s not good at making friends. That’s not my problem.”
“Well, it will be your problem when I refuse to suck your dick anymore.”
“Babe,” I pleaded. “Don’t be like that.”
“Just go hang with Teddy, okay?”
“Fine,” I acquiesced. “I’ll go by your house today.”
The truth was, I hated the idea of hanging with Teddy. Having nothing in common, we were polar opposites of each other. I liked watching and playing sports. Teddy liked watching HGTV and making TikTok videos. I lived for pussy. And Teddy, well, Teddy lived for dick. What the fuck was I supposed to do with him?
“What up, bitch?” he greeted me at the door wearing a halter top and a pair of hot pink shorts pilfered from Kayla’s closet, the word JUICY emblazoned across his tight ass.
“Dude. I’ve asked you not to call me bitch.”
“And I’ve asked you not to call me dude.”
“Fair enough,” I agreed, following him inside. “Let’s just try to get along for Kayla’s sake, okay?”
“Fine,” he shrugged. “You want something to drink—a Coke or a beer?”
“I’ll take a beer,” I replied, taking a seat on the living room couch, hoping a mild buzz would take off the edge I always felt around Teddy.
He returned quickly from the kitchen, sashaying like a runway model. Teddy had a Coke for him and a beer for me, poured into a frosty glass.
“Wow,” I exclaimed in jest, taking the beer from him. “This is really full service.”
“I love to provide—service,” Teddy winked.
Ignoring his rather obvious flirtation, I got Teddy talking about his favorite topic, which is any of the Real Housewives series airing on Bravo. I saved the latest Taylor Swift album for backup conversation.
My mind wandered while he prattled on and on, remembering the time I fucked Kayla in the Juicy shorts he was wearing, my cock sliding up the open leg because she didn’t want to undress with her parents downstairs. A glob of my cum had dripped onto the hem of her shorts when I pulled off the condom, which made Kayla mad.
“Are you even listening to me?” Teddy barked, snapping me back to the present.
“I’m—I’m sorry,” I apologized feebly. “I was just thinking about your sister.”
“I can see that,” Teddy stated, eyeing my tented shorts. Thinking about fucking Kayla in her room, her creaming on my big cock with her parents downstairs, had given me a raging boner.
“There’s nothing to see,” I insisted, my hand covering my crotch.
“There’s actually a lot to see,” he licked his lips, his eyes still fixated on my package. “You’re hung like fuck—I’ve seen it.”
“You’ve never seen my dick,” I spat indignantly.
“That’s what you think,” he winked, pulling out his phone, scrolling through at least a dozen dick pics that I’d texted to Kayla. He paused on one photo in particular with my load fanned up my abs after jerking myself off. I had texted the naughty photo to Kayla the night before with the caption: Thinking of you.
“Where the fuck did you get these pics?” I demanded.
“I lifted them from Kayla’s iCloud,” he laughed sadistically. “She never changes her password.”
“Dude. Those pics are private. They were meant for Kayla only. You can’t—”
“I want you to fuck me,” Teddy interrupted.
“I want you to fuck me,” he repeated firmly.
“Dude. I’m not gonna fuck you.”
“It’s not fair—Kayla gets everything,” Teddy declared angrily. “She has a hot, hung boyfriend to fuck her whenever she wants. Whereas, I have to scrounge for cock down at the park, hoping some balding, married guy with a beer belly will grunt his load into me in a dirty men’s room stall.”
“Dude. That’s not my problem,” I spat.
“Stop calling me dude,” he admonished.
“Look,” Teddy continued, his voice calmer. “We both have a problem. I need some dick, and you need a warm hole. Don’t deny it. I’m sure you’re tired of having to jack yourself off while Kayla is gone.”
I didn’t want to admit it, but Teddy was right. I was already tired of rubbing my dick raw several times a day. Kayla was somewhat of a nympho, her voracious appetite for sex a perfect match for mine. We fucked more than we did anything else together. And with her away for the entire summer, my balls weren’t going to survive.
But could I fuck her little brother? I didn’t want to admit it, but he kind of looked like Kayla in those clothes—the same lithe body, minus her long hair and bouncy breasts. Teddy’s voice and mannerisms were even just like hers. The thought of fucking a guy had never crossed my mind. But this scenario was different. I could fuck Teddy and just pretend that he was Kayla. A warm hole is a warm hole.
“I dunno, Teddy,” I feigned indifference, not yet wanting to show my cards. “Fucking my girlfriend’s little brother is kinda fucked up.”
“Look, I know Kayla’s got you on a tight leash,” Teddy presented his argument. “We both know there’s no way you’re gonna be able to last all summer without some pussy. But as soon as you dump your load in some easy, willing bitch, Kayla’s gonna find out about it.”
“True,” I conceded. “But how is fucking you any different?”
“Because I’m safe—nobody would find out,” Teddy insisted. “Kayla would kill me if she found out I was giving my ass up to you. So you know I’m not gonna tell anyone.”
Teddy had a point. There was security within the shared risk between us. Furthermore, nobody would ever think that I would fuck a dude—especially Kayla’s little brother. And Kayla was the one who insisted that I spend time with her brother. It was the perfect crime. I could get my balls drained, and no one would suspect a thing.
“One last offer to sweeten the deal,” Teddy interrupted my train of thought. “You can fuck me raw and shoot that load up my ass.”
Fucking raw sealed the deal. Kayla never let me raw dog her, always scared of getting knocked up. This was my chance to finally enjoy the satisfaction of fucking without a latex noose choking my thick shaft, the reservoir tip catching my cum.
“Fuck it—let’s do it,” I announced, standing up, eager to get the deed done. “You want to bend over the couch? Or I could fuck you up against that wall?”
“How about my bed?” Teddy offered, grabbing me by the hand and leading me up the stairs. His hand felt just like Kayla’s when in mine. I wondered if his cunt would feel just like hers. I would soon find out.
“I want you to fuck me from behind, at the edge of the bed,” Teddy instructed as we stripped down in his room, a butterfly quilt hung over his bed. “You’ll be able to go really deep that way.”
I took in his hairless body, his pubes shaved just like Kayla’s. I imagined them sharing the same razor in the shower, a thought that was both sick and arousing at the same time.
Climbing on the bed, Teddy positioned himself on all fours, presenting his pink cunt to me. At least I wouldn’t have to look at his face, deluding myself into thinking I was fucking Kayla. And if I ignored his floppy cock and balls hanging beneath his hole, his cunt didn’t look much different than Kayla’s. In fact it looked better—tighter.
“Jesus, you’re hung,” he marveled, his head turned back towards me, taking in my hard cock as I pulled off my shorts. “It’s even bigger than in those dick pics you sent Kayla. There’s some lube there on the dresser. I’m gonna need a lot of it to get that big thing in me.”
Grabbing the lube, I greased up my cock, sliding it in and out of my fist. My emotions were mixed. I wanted to fuck Teddy, but also wanted to beat the shit out of him. And so, I decided to combine the two. His ass would be destroyed by the time I was done with him.
“Get that big cock in me,” he begged as I stepped up to the edge of the bed, my cock in my fist. Standing behind him, I pushed my big cock head into the pink folds of his anus.
“Fuck, you’re big,” he exhaled, his eyes closed, his sphincter tensing as I pushed my eight-incher all the way into his greedy cunt. “Start slow, okay?” he begged, gripping the bedspread, my balls mashed against his hole.
But I ignored Teddy. He wasn’t my girlfriend. I didn’t need to be romantic and tender. I wasn’t there to make love to him. Teddy was a fuck toy, plain and simple. And I was going to fuck him like one.
“Jesus,” he gasped, the bed shaking violently under him as I jackhammered his quivering cunt. “You’re a fuck machine.”
The term was apt. Mechanically, I fucked him, my big cock a piston as I rammed in and out of his depths at a frenzied pace. It felt so good to fuck with no consideration for the hole I was abusing. In that moment, Teddy meant nothing to me. He was just an inanimate object—an open vessel in which to deposit my seed.
“Cum in me,” he begged. “Shoot that big load in me.”
“Nah,” I lied, my cock routing his depths. “You’re not good enough for my cum. I’m gonna pull out and cum all over your pretty bedspread.”
“No,” he pleaded. “I want to feel your warm load inside me. Please cum up my ass.”
I made no promise as I pushed his face into the mattress, tilting his ass even higher. The angle afforded me unparalleled depth, my big cock probing further into his void. I had never fucked this deep with Kayla or any other bitch.
“FUCK,” Teddy cried, his sphincter gripping me, milking me. “You’re so fucking deep.”
The experience was overwhelming, pressure building in my balls. My shaft began to swell, my cock throbbing. There was no turning back.
“FUCK—SHIT,” I grunted, my load spewing into Teddy’s void, my cock pulsing inside him.
“Holy fuck—I can feel you cumming,” Teddy marveled as I granted his wish, breeding his ass, filling him to the brim with my warm seed.
“Jesus, I needed that,” I exhaled, pulling out of Teddy, my pearly load dripping from his wrecked cunt and down the back of his ballsack. Weak on my legs, I collapsed on my back next to him.
“Mmm—I want a taste,” Teddy declared, rolling over and eyeing my cum-slicked dick. Deftly, he took me into his mouth, licking and sucking my spent cock until it was squeaky clean.
Miraculously, I was still hard. Straddling me, Teddy sat on my cock, taking me balls deep into his used, puffy hole. Riding me hard, cowboy style, Teddy milked another load out of me—and then another.
An hour later, with four loads total drained from my depleted balls, I left Teddy upon his bed, his cunt a pulverized mess. He made me promise to return the next day, but there was really no need for promises. With Kayla gone for the summer, I finally had a worthy substitute for her pussy. And in all honesty, his cunt put hers to shame.
“Teddy told me you stopped by today,” Kayla smiled when she FaceTimed me when I got home. It was late night in Paris, the Eiffel Tower twinkling in the distance. “He said you two really hit it off and had an awesome time.”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “Teddy is a lot of fun. I definitely got to know him on a much deeper level,” I confessed, trying to suppress a laugh. “And he’s so giving. I got the feeling he’d do just about anything for me.”
“That’s fantastic,” Kayla beamed. “Teddy mentioned you’re already getting together again tomorrow. Is that right?”
“Yeah,” I confirmed. “But I was thinking of bringing a few buds with me next time. Maybe Tyler, Brax, and Preston. I think they’d really enjoy tagging—oops, I mean hanging—with Teddy.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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