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“Fuck,” I gasped as Adam came up my ass, his cock pulsing in my depths, spewing his load into my virgin hole. My own dick was rock hard in response. I had never hooked up with a guy before—had never considered it. But sometimes you gotta give up something you have to get what you want. I just never thought that something would be my ass.
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Fuck man. What just happened? I am confused. And still a little high.
I was out partying with my buddy Hector while my girlfriend was busy. We ended up at his place. And yeah, Hector is gay. I am not. He is more masculine than me, man. No one would ever think he was into cock. And having one put inside him. Ever.
He started joking about giving me a blow job. WTF? Why would I let him do that? But he was not taking no for an answer, pinning me down and taking out my cock and boom, right into his mouth. Shit. I had no idea it would even get hard for a guy. But it was. And he knew how to make it feel so fucking good.
Hector knew how to get me right to the point of unloading and backing off. His hand was all over my nuts, then a finger back to my asshole. I said fuck man, that is off limits. He did not stop. Shit it felt good. Twisting his fingers up inside me and finding places I didn't even know existed.
Then he leaned down and started licking my ass. My shithole, man. Aw fucking hell. I could feel his tongue entering inside. Chewing on my ass just right. I do not get this attention at home. And I was liking it. It was like he was lubing it up with his spit for some reason.
I was on my stomach enjoying life about then. Hector making sweet love to my hole with his talented mouth. Then he got on top of me. He is a big and strong fucker. It then dawned on my foggy brain what he was planning. I was shouting for him to get off me. That I wasn't some fag that he could fuck. He covered my mouth with his hand. And then it happened.
Now I figured a big guy like Hector probably had a big cock. Shit I had never seen it before. But holy fucking hell, it felt like a baseball bat was right at my back door. He was gentle. Sort of. Slowly pushing more and more of his boner into my virgin ass. I can't even describe the pain. He was saying it would start to feel good. I wasn't buying it.
Finally he hit bottom. The whole fucking thing was right up inside me where I intended it to be. And then he started fucking me. Nothing gentle about it. He fucking railed into me. Again and again. My ass was on fire and I was struggling to get away. Wasn't gonna happen.
I thought what the hell. Just take it and get it over with. But he was merciless. It did begin to start to feel better after a while. His cock was finding the place his fingers had discovered earlier. All I could think about was if this was gonna turn me into a homo. A fag. Mainly because my cock was so fucking hard.
Soon, but not soon enough, he paused and shot one huge load of his sperm up my ass. I could actually feel it inside. Damn. Once he unloaded he just kept fucking his seed into me. It was like his cock was not done yet. Fuck.
Finally he rolled off me. Laughing like fucking hell. He leaned over and took my hard boner into his mouth and I fucking erupted. He said he had been waiting a long time for this to happen. He said he knew I wanted it to. Fucking liar. My ass is never going to be the same again.
Hector leaned over and kissed me. And shit I found myself kissing back. Maybe I am a homo. Like Hector. Shit. So much to think about. Damn. Now what?
Here's the crazy part. I think I want him to do this again. Fuck. I am confused.
“Jason—? What the fuck?” my DILF stepdad Greg exclaimed upon catching me in his bathroom as he finished his morning shower. He quickly wrapped a towel around his muscular, hairy body, trying to conceal his big dick. The look in his eyes was pure anger, and for good reason. “Were you watching me jacking off in the shower just now?” he demanded.
“No,” I feebly protested, a blatant lie. “I—uh—I just needed to—uh—get some toilet paper.”
“The toilet paper in your bathroom is fully stocked,” Greg snapped. “I just put a new 24-pack in there yesterday.”
“I’m—I’m sorry,” I pleaded, retreating from him, running back to my bedroom. Greg had caught me red handed—watching him jack his big cock in the shower. What he didn’t know is that my spying on him had been going on for months.
Mom had started up with Greg when I was a senior in high school. Newly divorced, he took the apartment across from us. It was inevitable that they would start fucking. Mom would go over to Greg’s for a glass of wine after dinner, telling me to finish my homework while she was gone. An hour later, she’d return home with her lipstick smeared, her hair a tangled mess in the back, often a button missing from her blouse.
I couldn’t blame her. Greg was sexy as fuck. The muscles, the beard, the hairy body, the shaved head, the prominent bulge in his pants. I would have given anything to go over there and offer up myself to him, too. And though I was jealous of Mom, I was actually happy when Greg moved in with us a few months after he proposed to her. I had never really had a dad and loved the idea of this hunk of a man living with us.
It was an accident the first time I saw him naked, or at least that’s what I led Greg to believe. He and Mom had just fucked, the headboard hitting the wall, mom moaning under his weight while Greg grunted his load into her. Greg had a habit of going to the kitchen for a glass of water after they fucked, and so I ambushed him.
Standing naked at the kitchen sink, his body sweaty from sex, his spent cock was still engorged and glistening wet. The size of his member was particularly surprising. He was easily nine inches and thick. I was salivating over that piece of meat when he caught me out of the corner of his eye.
“Jason—? What are you doing up?” he jumped, his big cock bouncing in response. “I thought you were asleep.”
“I was thirsty,” I pretended, reaching in the cupboard for a drinking glass. “Don’t mind me.”
Greg was cool about the situation. He didn’t act weird or try to cover up his big cock with his hand or the dish towel. He stood in front of me naked without shame like any man would do in a locker room, before saying good night and retreating back to his room with Mom. But that ended his naked trips to the oasis. After that, he would pull on a robe or a pair of briefs before partaking in his post-coital quench. Dammit.
And so I started spying on him in the shower. Mom left for work early in the morning, leaving Greg to shower once she was gone. It was easy to sneak into their bedroom and lurk in the doorway to the bathroom, affording me an unobstructed view of Greg in the shower. He whistled to himself while lathering his hairy, muscular body with soap, his hands exploring every crevice of himself. And then imagine my surprise when he grabbed his soapy cock in his right fist and began to masturbate.
I would soon learn that Greg rubbed one out in the shower every morning—whether or not he fucked my mom the night before. His balls were a cum factory, always churning out a big load that Greg sprayed against the glass wall, later washing it all down the drain. Nothing is more intimate than watching another man as he pleasures himself—the peculiarities of his grip, his speed, his rhythm. Those all became familiar to me as I watched my new favorite porn feed every morning—my hot stepdad jacking his big cock.
Until he caught me.
“We need to have a chat,” Greg appeared in my doorway moments later, a flannel robe tied loosely at his waist, the exotic aroma of his sandalwood soap teasing my senses.
“I—I said I was sorry,” I stammered. “It was an accident.”
“I don’t think it was,” he countered, taking a seat next to me on my bed. “I know what it’s like to be—curious—about other guys at your age. Most guys are, to some degree. It’s only natural.”
“Did you—you know—spy on your dad in the shower?”
“Christ, no,” Greg laughed. “That would not have been a pretty sight. I’m not sure my dad could even find his own cock under his massive beer gut. But I did fuck a buddy of mine a few times.”
“Wait—what?” I exclaimed, my jaw dropping. “You fucked your buddy?”
“Yeah,” he shrugged. “It wasn’t a big deal. We would go camping on the weekends and get drunk on beer we stole from our dads, and then end up naked in our tent. Often, I’d end up with my dick in him. Neither of us ever talked about it. It was just something that happened in the moment—two guys enjoying each other, helping each other out.”
“What happened to him? Do you still fuck him?’
“Jesus, no,” Greg dismissed. “That’s all in the past. But we keep in touch. He’s an insurance agent up in Spokane. Married with three kids. Every now and then we get a beer together, but we don’t fuck anymore.”
“Do you—do you miss fucking his ass?”
“Shit,” Greg exhaled, scratching his beard. “Yeah, I guess I do sometimes. Sex with a man is, well, different—obviously. And not just because ass is tighter than pussy. Sex between two guys is more animalistic. There’s more of a dominance factor at play, which always turned me on.”
“Would you maybe—you know—be game to fuck my ass?” I ventured, my hand slipping inside his robe, feeling for his big cock.
“Cut that out, Jason,” Greg swatted at my hand. “I’m not gonna fuck you. You’re my stepson for Christ’s sake. What if your mother found out?”
“I would never tell her,” I promised. “It would be just something that we would share, and we—”
“Stop right there,” Greg protested, his hand raised. “Look, you’re a very handsome young man. And I know you’re going to make some girl—or guy—happy one day. But taking your stepdad’s cock in the meantime is not a good plan. You understand me?”
“Yes,” I nodded, my head bowed in shame and rejection.
“Look, I gotta get to work,” Greg stood up abruptly. “Let’s forget we ever had this chat—and not a word about it to your mother, okay? And Jason? I better not catch you spying on me in the shower again.”
Dinner was awkward that night with Greg avoiding eye contact with me. Though he said we were to forget about our earlier chat, it was clear he hadn’t done so. Sensing something was off, Mom asked Greg about his mood, which he blamed on a bad day at work. His silence and cool demeanor towards me felt like an unfair punishment. The worse was yet to come.
Greg was louder than usual that night, fucking my mom after dinner. Skin slapping skin, the bed springs straining under him, mom screaming her head off as he pounded her pussy to a pulp. His grunting was off the charts, the walls shaking when he dumped his load in her. It was all for show—to put me in my place—to remind me that his big cock did not belong to me and never would.
Never say never.
His performance only solidified my resolve. If Greg didn’t have the desire to fuck me, why all the pretense? Why not just pat me on the head and call me a deranged little man? In my mind it was clear that Greg did want to fuck me. And I was determined to make it happen.
Steam filled the bathroom as Greg showered the next morning, his back to me as I entered the bathroom while he soaped his muscular body. Patiently, I awaited his gaze, naked and ready for him. And then he turned, taking me in, his big cock swinging between his legs.
“I thought I told you not to come back in here again,” he sneered, soaping his big cock gratuitously in front of me.
I made no response, my eyes locked on him.
“You’re not gonna give up until if fuck you,” he spat. “Is that right?”
Once again, I said nothing, my eyes holding his gaze.
“Get the fuck in here,” he acquiesced, pushing open the shower door, his cock lengthening and thickening before my eyes. “You tell nobody about this, you get me?”
“Yes,” I nodded, joining him in the shower, our bodies inches apart, his hard cock pointed at me, taunting me. I reached for it, but before I could take him in my grasp, Greg spun me around, pushing me up against the tile wall.
“I only know one way to fuck another dude,” he hissed, his soapy finger probing my hole, opening me up for him, “and that way is rough. So I hope you’re able to take it.”
I nodded my assent, my hands braced against the tile wall as Greg withdrew his finger. Almost immediately, in less time than it took for me to take a breath, Greg shoved his big dick up my ass, his hands gripping into my shoulders for purchase. The pain was off the charts. I’d never been fucked before, having only fingered my ass sometimes while jacking off. There was no comparison.
“You feel that?” he demanded, his breath hot at my ear as I winced and gritted my teeth. “That’s what it feels like to have a big dick up your ass. And now you’re gonna feel what it’s like to get fucked.”
Wrapping his muscular arms around me, his meaty, hairy pecs rubbing against my back, he unleashed his furry on my ass. He pounded me relentlessly, his big cock delving in and out of me, forcing my virgin sphincter to stretch for him. The initial pain began to subside, my hole finally giving up the fight, giving way to waves of pleasure.
“I thought of you last night,” Greg confessed, “when I was fucking your mom. I imagined her pussy was your tight hole, my big dick abusing your cunt. Did you hear me fucking her?”
“Yes,” I nodded.
“And did you like it?” he persisted. “Did you like listening to me fuck her—imagining that you were taking this big dick?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “It made me want your big dick even more.”
“And now it’s yours,” Greg grunted. “Fuck—you’ve got a tight cunt.”
“Tighter than my mom’s pussy?”
“Fuck yes,” he laughed. “But maybe not for long.”
Suddenly, he spun me around, forcing me to bend over, my hands on my knees, my face inches from the spray of hot water from the shower head. The angle had changed, his big dick sliding even further into my depths. Christ, it felt good.
“You’re so fucking deep,” I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head.
“I’m past your inner-sphincter,” he informed me. “You’ll find that not many men will be able to do that for you,” he gloated.
I could have stayed that way all day—Greg’s dick routing my depths, pummeling me over and over. The feel of his hairy body against mine, his balls slapping against my hole over and over, was incredibly erotic. I didn’t want it to end, but Greg’s balls had other plans.
“You ready for my cum?” he announced urgently, his cock swelling inside me. “You ready for me to breed this hole?”
“Yes,” I exclaimed, my sphincter tightening around the base of his cock instinctively, desperate to milk his load into me. “Fucking seed my hole.”
“Here it comes,” he warned, pounding me even harder. “Fucking get ready for it—FUCK—SHIT.”
Greg’s big dick blasted inside of me, his body nearly forcing me into the tile wall as he unloaded. With his cock throbbing in my depths, I could feel a sudden warmth emanating from deep within my bowels. “FUCK,” he continued to grunt repeatedly until his balls were finally emptied.
“We’re done here,” Greg announced, pulling out of me abruptly, his load gushing from my wrecked hole and washing down the shower drain. “I gotta get ready for work.”
Greg seemed back to his normal self at dinner that night, talking about his work day with mom and me, cutting up with a few jokes. He didn’t fuck mom that night, only the sounds of his snoring emanating from their room, but I tried not to read too much into that.
The next morning, lying in my bed, I heard Greg turning the water on in his shower, the water coursing through the pipes. I decided not to ambush him again. I had gotten what I wanted—his big dick up my ass—and knew that I shouldn’t delude myself into thinking it would be a regular thing.
Suddenly, Greg appeared in my doorway. A towel was wrapped around his waist, straining to contain a raging boner. “What the fuck are you waiting for, Jason? An engraved invitation?” he barked. “Get your ass in the shower. I need to dump my morning load.”
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“The fuck?” Daryl exclaimed, staring down at his phone in disbelief, his incredibly hot body leaning against the tractor. “That Tinder bitch I was supposed to hookup with tonight just canceled on me. She’s getting back with her ex-boyfriend. Fuckin’ cunt.”
“Damn, that sucks,” I sympathized, my mind racing as to how I could possibly offer up myself in her place. But there was no way Daryl, macho and hyper-masculine in every possible way, would possibly stick his big dick in a closeted sissy boy like me.
Working on a farm the summer before I started college was my dad’s terrible idea. “It’ll make a man out of you, Kevin,” he argued. “I worked on a farm one summer when I was your age. Lifting all those bales of hay gave me muscles and put hair on my chest. And bitches love to spread their legs for a farm boy. You wouldn’t believe how much pussy I scored that summer.”
Nothing Dad said made me remotely interested in working on a farm, until I met my boss. Daryl Johnson was a gay boy’s wet dream come true. Muscular with a scruffy face, and a bulge in his jeans that did nothing to conceal the fact that he was clearly packing. His deep, resonate voice—practically a growl at times—made me weak in the knees. Though Daryl was only about ten years older than me, the gulf between us was a mile wide in terms of masculinity.
Daryl wasn’t much impressed with me at first, a barely legal sissy boy. His forearms were bigger than my thighs. But the farm was short handed that summer and, as foreman, he was forced to accept any help he could get.
We worked side by side, meaning I pretty much followed Daryl around the farm all day, trying not to get in his way. I was always fucking up, so he yelled at me a lot.
“Kevin, get your ass over here now!”
“Kevin, put some muscle into it!”
“Kevin, have you got shit for brains?!”
You get the point. But when Daryl wasn’t screaming at me, he talked about himself. I learned that he had a recent messy breakup, having caught his girlfriend in bed with his own brother. And that he hadn’t had pussy in almost a year, which went a long way in explaining his perpetually bad mood.
So I felt bad for Daryl when his Tinder bitch canceled on him. He’d been talking about her for days, how hot her profile pictures were, and how eager he was to plow her pussy. I wanted to help the guy. But would he allow me?
“I—uh—I might be able to hook you up with some easy head tonight,” I offered.
“Yeah, right,” he dismissed, leaning his muscular body against the tractor. “You’re full of shit.”
“No, I’m serious,” I persisted.
“With who then? Your mama?”
“Not my mom. This girl I know,” I lied. “She loves sucking cock.”
“She sucks you?”
“Yeah,” I lied again. “She’s really good. Deep throats and swallows. I could have her come by your place tonight. I know she’d be down to blow you.”
“Yeah?” he seemed to be coming around, buying my story.
“There’s just one small catch,” I warned. “She’s really shy, so you’ll have to wear a blindfold.”
“A blindfold?” he spat. “Why can’t I see her while she’s sucking me off? Is she some fugly bitch?”
“No—she’s really hot,” I lied. “But it’s a small town and she doesn’t want people knowing that she’s, like, a slut for cock.”
“Well, I do like a slut,” he laughed, adjusting his package. “What time you think she can come over?”
“I can bring her by around 9 pm, if that works?”
“Sure, but why do you have to bring her?”
“She—uh—she doesn’t have a car.”
“Fine, whatever,” he was growing impatient. “Just get the cocksucking bitch to my house by 9, okay?”
The next few hours passed by in a panic for me. I was insane to think I could pull one over on Daryl, that he wouldn’t suspect the bitch giving him head was actually a dude—me, specifically.
In case Daryl put his hands on me, I decided to buy a cheap wig at a costume shop. I also bought some flowery perfume at the drugstore to cover my scent. I then shaved my face as close as possible, smooth as a baby’s behind. Of course, I also picked up a dark blindfold. My plan had to work. I wanted his cock so badly.
Daryl lived in a small cottage adjacent to the farm. I knocked on his door promptly at 9 pm, the blindfold in hand.
“Where’s the bitch?” he asked upon opening the door. He was freshly showered and smelled amazing, his wet hair combed back handsomely. A flimsy towel was around his waist, the outline of his thick cock apparent through the thin terry cloth. “She better be here.”
“She’s—she’s in the car,” I stammered, my knees knocking. “Put on the blindfold, and I’ll send her in to you. She won’t talk, but just let her do her thing, okay?”
“Fine,” he spat, yanking the blindfold from my hand. He left the door ajar as he disappeared back into the cottage.
I quickly sprinted to the car, pulled on the wig, and tiptoed back into the cottage, the front door creaking as I closed it behind me. Daryl was blindfolded on the couch in the front room, his towel open, his big cock erect and pointed at the ceiling. I started to drool.
“That you, baby girl?” he asked, listening with his head cocked to one side. “Daddy’s been waiting for you. You want some cock?”
“Mmm hmm,” I answered, forcing my voice an octave higher.
“Then come get it,” Daryl taunted, fisting his cock, taunting me with it. “And if you work it just right, you’ll get a big reward.”
I was counting on that reward, so I wasted no time in dropping to my knees before him, my hands on his muscular thighs. It was working so far, my dreams coming true, my scheme paying off.
“You smell real nice,” he cooed, inhaling the perfume as I began to lick his veiny shaft. His hands then traveled to my head, his fingers running through the synthetic fibers of my wig. He didn’t seem to notice it was fake. He was soon caressing my smooth face, which seemed to pass that test as well.
But I couldn’t risk things going sideways at that point. I needed to seal the deal. Taking the entire length of his cock down my throat in one gulp, his balls mashed against my chin, I showed Daryl just how good of a cocksucker I could be.
“Holy fuck,” Daryl exclaimed, grabbing the back of my head as I held still with that big dick down my warm throat. “My baby girl is hungry tonight. Yeah, work that big cock.”
He moaned as I amped up the volume, locking my lips around his thick shaft, bobbing up and down on his big cock. Jesus, it was a jaw stretcher, but I was loving it.
“Work the head some more,” he ordered, his head tipped back on the back of the couch. “Yeah, that’s it, swirl your pretty pink tongue around that fat, mushroom head. Taste that precum.”
His precum was fucking delicious, tasting salty and sweet—an appetizer to the main course that would soon be in my belly. I lapped at Daryl’s sticky elixir ravenously, his fat cock head on my tongue.
“Now work my balls,” he demanded. My tongue traveled south, licking and sucking his ripe plums, churning his warm seed. “Keep doin’ that and you’ll get a big load outta me.”
I worked back up his shaft with my tongue, pausing to tongue his cum slit before taking his big cock down my throat once more. Daryl grabbed me by the ears and took control, face fucking me like a truck stop whore.
He unleashed a fury on me, ramming his cock in and out of my throat, battering my tonsils like a piston. Over and over he pummeled my throat with his big cock, all while holding my head in both of his meaty hands, treating my throat like a pocket pussy. I was amazed that the cheap wig stayed in place during the entire assault.
“Yeah, baby girl. You really know how to take a cock,” he praised, hip thrusting his big dick down my throat. Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to not choke on that big thing, fearful I could puke on him and ruin everything. I couldn’t last much longer. Thankfully, neither could Daryl.
“You want my cum, baby girl?” he demanded, his cock swelling in my mouth. “You gonna eat my cum?”
“Mmmph hmmph,” I cried out, his cock buried down my hatch.
“Here it comes,” Daryl warned urgently, ramming my tonsils with one last thrust. “FUCK—SHIT. Yeah, take my fucking nut, bitch.”
Rope after rope of his thick, salty load filled my mouth and careened down my throat and into my hungry belly. I could feel his cock throbbing in my throat as his balls discharged every last drop of his pearly ambrosia. It was sublime. That feeling wouldn’t last.
“Game over, Kevin,” he announced flatly, pushing me off his cock when he was finally done. “Now that you’ve sucked my dick and eaten my load, you can take off that nappy wig.”
“Wh—what?” I stuttered in disbelief as Daryl yanked off the blindfold and tossed it at me. “How’d you—?”
“You dumb fuck,” he laughed, his big cock still dripping cum as he pulled off my wig and tossed it on the floor. “Did you think I was born yesterday? That I would fall for your silly prank? I knew what you were up to from the start.”
“Then—then why did you let me get away with it?” I demanded. “Why’d you play along and let me suck your dick?”
“First,” he began, holding up his meaty index finger, “I let you suck my dick because I knew you wanted it from the moment we met. And second, it’s no big secret that gay dudes give the best head around.”
“So—you’re not, like, pissed at me?” I ventured hesitantly. “You’re not gonna kick my ass?”
“Of course not,” he mussed my hair playfully. “That was one killer blow job. How could I be mad? But since you brought up kicking your ass—you ever been fucked up the ass?”
“No, sir,” I admitted bashfully. “I’m still a virgin.”
“Well, I think it’s time we changed that,” Daryl stood up and swooped me into his muscular arms, carrying me to his bedroom. “If you liked sucking my big cock, you’re gonna love it up your ass.”
My dad was right. Working on the farm with Daryl that summer did make a man out of me.
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I came home from work early to see my Uncle Greg naked on the guest futon stretching as he absentmindedly rubbed his eyes to greet me as I came through the hallway. “Hey Paul, how’s my big shot lawyer nephew,” he said sleepily as I scoffed, putting away my pack and stripping off my jacket. “Tough man, these witness interviews are a drag,” he looked more alert when he saw me shirtless as I stripped off my pants. “Need me to take care of that for you?” He asked with a raspy soft voice as he got on all fours giving me a side profile of his ripped hard body that he built up while he was in prison. “Let me earn my keep for getting your fork to help me get off on good behavior,” he said as he wiggled his ass. “If you gimme a minute this ass ready to bounce your big cock, or I can blow you if you’re in a hurry. I got some time before I hit up the gym to meet Kilmer.”
I didn’t say anything but walked up to the edge of the bed letting my cock point directly at his face. He smiled before he softly blew on my dick and started to softly suck on it. He bobbed back and forth onto it a few times humming as it filled his mouth. Eventually I took control and grabbed the back of his head and shoved him down to my hilt. He gagged and coughed but kept his place and used his throat muscles to massage me.
He served a year of his three year sentence for B&E until he heard I was a lawyer and wanted o inquire about helping him get out for good behavior early. I asked my boss Jan Kilmer and after showing him a photo of Greg, they worked out a nice informal “payment plan” for the pro bono work we’d take on in getting him out. Greg had become quite the submissive bottom bitch in prison and he was keen on continuing doing what he loved when he got out: working out and getting used like a cheap whore by other dudes.
Greg had become sort of a mutual boy toy for Jan and I. He was both of our type; older, muscular, eager to please and always horny. He mostly slept, worked out, and spent time with Greg as his on-call whore but spent the rest of his time at my place as a finders fee when he wasn’t balls deep in him himself. He had a few strict rules for Greg: namely keeping his body in perfect groomed condition and fit as a rock, and daily hole training and douching, either with his or my cock if not a custom one he had molded of each of ours. No cumming unless he’s being stuffed in either hole. I don’t think I’ve seen him with clothes unless he’s headed out to see Jan, as he’s always fucking himself on a dildo, deep throating one, showering, or grooming himself. I asked him a few weeks ago when he woke me up with a blowjob if he’s doing okay and he told me “never better” as he went down on me.
More gagging brought me back to the present as I looked down to see tears flowing down Greg’s eyes and I released my hand behind his head. I barely gave him time to breath before I grabbed both sides and started to skulk fuck him. He released the suction and opened his mouth to make it loud and sloppy as I sawed in and out down his throat. It wasn’t long before I had him deep throat’s me again as I shot down his throat. Him softly massaging the last few drops of my cum out of my dick before he continued cleaning me up, kissing my cock before he took out my dildo and asked me to fuck him with it for a bit. As he lay on his back, spread open legs almost over his head, he talked about all the dirty things he did with other dudes as I drove my cock replica in and out of him. Best case ever, I thought to myself.
That’s it boi, life up your shirt and show Sir His property. He commanded you to get a big chest so you did. Now He commands you to show it off to him, but only Him. You revel in showing Him, not just because He is the only man who can see your body, but because you live to make Him happy
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“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 🔓
It'd been years since Troy had first had his ass opened up by his university roommate and best friend. Even after all that time, he could still remember how it had felt and how nothing he had done in the years since had even come close to getting him off as good as having his ass rammed open had. He'd tried to move on many times before, but all it took for him to relapse was for his old friend to message him asking if he wanted to hang out just like they had back in their university days.
Troy knew exactly what was in store for him and his asshole if he went to meet up with his old roommate, but that didn't stop him from making up some half-baked excuse to give to his wife and then racing over to the meetup place his friend had suggested as fast as he could. He normally got there well before his friend did, so he'd assume the position so that his friend and whoever else had been invited along to use him and his hole could get right on down to the business of breeding him full of their loads.
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.
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?
Bringing home my white boyfriend to meet my Chinese parents would have been … problematic in the best of circumstances. The fact that he is older and hairy and super masculine made it many times worse.
This rough Man acting like He owns me wasn’t going over well at all. But He does own me, and the way we interact around one another makes it so obvious.
My parents have dreams of me being a renowned global economist, not a submissive boy to a white Master!
Instead of helping me win them over it’s as if He goes out of His way to make the point. We could have easily have gone one weekend without sex but nooo. He had to fuck me in my childhood bed so hard and deep that the bed nearly collapsed and I was walking uncomfortably the next morning, red faced and embarrassed. My parents were barely civil at breakfast and He didn’t seem to notice one bit. And fuck if that didn’t make me love Him even more.
After breakfast I subtly motioned Him upstairs. Once in my room, I dropped to my knees and kissed His bare feet. Oh, He liked that. A lot. He smiled when He fed me His cock and I greedily sucked Him until He gave me what I needed.
He is my Master. And that doesn’t change when we’re out of town. He owns and controls me and I worship Him with reverence, awe, and gratitude.
