“Fuck, I needed that,” Tyler exhaled, closing his eyes in post-coital bliss as I dismounted him. He was flat on his back, his incredible muscular body splayed upon my bed. His spent cock was flopped against his left thigh, still dripping cum. “Just promise you won’t tell your sister that I fucked you.”
Tyler’s knock at the front door earlier that afternoon was not at a great time. I was bent over the edge of my bed, cum leaking from my used hole. A random Grindr hookup was fumbling for his clothes, his spent eight-incher swinging between his hairy legs.
“Sorry, Tyler. Bella’s not home right now,” I reported seconds later as I answered the door in a robe, the Grindr hookup’s load running down the back of my leg.
“I know,” Tyler acknowledged. “She’s stuck at work for another hour, but told me to wait here. She invited me to join you two for dinner tonight.”
“Uh—okay,” I stalled, not wanting to invite him in when I still had a hookup in my bedroom.
“Whose motorcycle?” Tyler asked, eyeing the Harley in the driveway.
“That would be mine,” answered a deep voice behind me—a muscular, bearded guy in torn jeans and a t-shirt with ripped sleeves that showed off his hairy, heavily-tattooed arms. In other words, my Grindr hookup.
“Thanks for the pussy,” the Grindr guy winked as he slapped me on the ass and pushed through the door, past Tyler and me. He soon revved up his Harley and peeled out of the driveway.
Tyler looked dumbfounded as I welcomed him inside and closed the door behind him. “Did that motorcycle guy just—“
“Fuck me?” I finished his question. “Yeah, he just tore me a new one.”
“But—but I don’t understand.”
“You don’t understand gay sex?” I tried to comprehend. “You mean like how two guys can fuck?”
“No,” Tyler spat indignantly. “I know how gay sex works. I’m not an idiot. What I don’t understand is why you had sex with that guy.”
“Why?” I laughed. “Because I was horny as fuck and I wanted his big cock up my ass.”
“But—but I thought you and Bella were both saving yourselves—that you made a purity pact to remain virgins until marriage.”
“Purity pact?” I snickered. “I haven’t been a virgin since five years ago at a gas station men’s room when a balding married guy with a beer belly shot his load up my ass.”
“Look, Bella is saving herself for marriage,” I explained, gesturing to the couch. “But I’m not.”
“Do you think you can talk to her?” Tyler ventured, taking a seat on the couch. “You know—maybe convince Bella that sex isn’t so bad? That you’re not, like, going to hell for it?”
“If there’s one thing I know about my sister,” I chuckled, “it’s that I can’t convince her of anything.”
“It’s a lost cause,” I cut him off. “Bella has wanted to be a fairytale bride ever since she was a little girl—walking down the church aisle in a white dress, knowing that she’s pure, that she’s never had a cock in her snatch.”
“I know all that,” Tyler groaned. “But before I was with Bella, I got laid all the fucking time. I couldn’t walk down the street without scoring pussy. I’m in my prime. I’m hot as fuck and I’ve got a big dick, and instead of enjoying my gift, I’m at home alone rubbing one out into an old sock every night. You don’t know how hard it is on me.”
“Oh, I can definitely see how hard it is,” I observed, ogling Tyler’s tented crotch. All the talk about sex had his cock ready to cut diamonds.
“That’s not funny,” Tyler spat, grabbing a throw pillow off the couch and using it to cover his bulging package.
“Look, dude,” I leveled with him. “Why not just fuck some girl on the side?”
“Bella would find out,” he dismissed. “Any bitch I would fuck could just use that to break Bella and me up. It’s just too risky. And what if I knocked up some bitch? Bella would definitely find out then. I have no options.”
“A hot, hung guy like you always has other options,” I disagreed.
“You could fuck my ass,” I offered boldly, undoing my robe slightly. “Your big cock would love my tight cunt.”
“Fuck NO,” Tyler spat. “I don’t fuck dudes. I’m not gay—I’m straight.”
“A lot of straight guys have fucked my ass when they just needed an easy hole in which to drop a load,” I shared.
“Yeah, right,” he scoffed.
“You remember Clint Jackson—from high school?” I ventured.
“Yeah—we played varsity football together.”
“Well, Clint just pounded a three-day load into me yesterday,” I shared. “Left with his balls feeling much relieved.”
“Bullshit,” Tyler rejected. “Clint and Missy Harper are engaged. They’ve been together since high school.”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “But Missy only opens her legs for Clint once a month, if he’s lucky. So Clint’s been emptying his balls in me a couple times a week for at least a year.”
“Jesus,” Tyler gasped, dumbfounded.
“Look, Tyler. I’m not going to waste your time with more examples, trying to convince you to fuck me,” I stood up, adjusting my robe. “I’m going to take a shower now. But if you change your mind, and want to dump a load in me, you know how to find my bed.”
Tyler didn’t say a word to me as I retreated to my bedroom. But I left him with one parting shot: “I’ll let you fuck me raw, and you can cum up my ass.”
Most men are unable to resist the urge to raw dog, when invited. Tyler’s wheels were turning, I could tell. I had opened up a whole new world of possibilities to him, and his brain was undoubtedly overwhelmed. But would Tyler fuck me? Only time would tell.
I enjoyed my shower, fingering my cummy hole clean. I couldn’t believe how much cum the motorcycle guy had dumped in me. Freshly showered, a towel around my waist, my wet hair combed back, I emerged into my bedroom.
“Let’s fucking do this before I change my mind,” Tyler said from the bed. He was flat on his back, butt naked, with his nine-inch cock gripped in his fist.
Not wishing to break the spell, I wordlessly reached for the lube on my bed table. Dropping my damp towel on the floor, I quickly slathered my hole with two fingers. Tyler remained on the bed, slapping that hard cock against his open palm.
Silently, I climbed atop Tyler as he stared up at me. Straddling his muscular body, I sat on his big cock, taking him all the way inside me.
“Jesus Christ,” Tyler gasped, his head tipping back in ecstasy, his furry balls mashed against my hole. “Your ass feels so fucking good.”
“We’re only getting started,” I winked, my hands planted on his washboard abs, my ass working up and down his rod, my sphincter gripping his thick shaft. Methodically, I began to increase my pace.
“Holy shit,” he exhaled, propping his muscular arms behind his head as I began to milk his load out of him. “How the fuck are you doing that?”
“Lots of practice,” I winked, bouncing on him like a pogo stick, his balls slapping against my hole with each downbeat. “All those girls you used to fuck—they never rode you cowgirl style?”
“Rarely,” he complained, bucking his hips in unison with my rhythm. “Most bitches are lazy and just wanna be fucked missionary, flat on their backs and staring at the ceiling while I do all the work.”
“Well, I’m no bitch,” I replied.
“That’s obvious,” he laughed, glancing at my hard cock as it slapped against his firm, washboard abs over and over again, my dick glazing his taut stomach with precum. “You like this big dick up your ass?” he sought.
“Fuck yes,” I replied, arching my back, reveling in the fullness inside of me.
Tyler moved his hands to my hips, digging into my body as he took control and began to jackhammer my hole. My hands gripped his meaty pecs, bracing myself as he unleashed a fury on my cunt. His imminent mission was clear—shooting his load up my ass.
“You gonna let me cum in you?” he demanded, pummeling my quivering hole relentlessly. “You gonna let me bust my nut in you?”
“Yes,” I begged. “Fucking seed me.”
“You’re about to get it,” he warned. “Fuck,” he gasped as I gripped his cock within my depths, milking him. “That’s it—don’t stop—yeah—just like that—OH FUCK—SHIT.”
His muscular body convulsed beneath me as a torrent of cum was released in my bowels, the inevitable result when a virile man hasn’t copulated in months. I could feel his cock throbbing in my depths, spewing a massive load into my void. I held still upon him until the throbbing ceased, his balls emptied.
“Fuck, I needed that,” Tyler exhaled, flat on his back, his eyes closing in post-coital bliss as I dismounted him. His spent cock was flopped against his left thigh, still dripping cum. “Just promise you won’t tell your sister that I fucked you.”
But before I could give my assurance, as if on cue, Tyler’s phone buzzed from his crumpled jeans on the floor. “Shit,” he exhaled upon retrieving his phone. “Bella just texted that she’s on the way home.”
Tyler and I scrambled to get dressed, his load still leaking from my used hole. We quickly positioned ourselves on the living room couch, pretending to watch an episode of the Property Brothers on HGTV when Bella arrived home.
“I love that you two get along so well,” she remarked, mussing my hair and giving Tyler a quick peck on the cheek before starting dinner.
Our dinner with Bella was awkward at first, knowing that Tyler’s warm seed was swimming in my bowels. But thanks to a couple glasses of wine, I no longer worried that Bella might suspect anything.
After a few hours of Netflix back on the couch, Tyler gave a yawn and a stretch and announced he needed to get home. Bella gave him an innocent kiss at the door and then retired to her room to get ready for bed.
“Hit me up when she’s asleep,” a text from Tyler suddenly buzzed from my phone. “I’m ready for round two.”
Bella was in the kitchen when I got up the next morning. Tyler had snuck back in the house and fucked me until 2 am, wrecking my cunt with load after load before heading home.
“I wish you wouldn’t have your hookups over late at night,” Bella scolded me, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “You know I have to be up early for work. And that guy you had last night kept grunting like a pig while he fucked you. Where’d you find him?”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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