Alex, 1999

What i’m into mostly

[potent-virility]

[twisted-talez]

“You want to join me for a cold one?” Roman held up a bottle of beer, standing before me on the back porch that adjoined our duplex apartments. He was shirtless, his muscular, hairy body poured into a tight pair of navy shorts. “I know you’re only eighteen,” he smiled seductively. “But it can be our little secret if you want to share a beer with me.”

Roman had lived in the apartment next to Mama and me for as long as I could remember. My daddy had abandoned Mama when he found out she was pregnant with me, leaving her to raise me on her own. Being a young, single mother would have been lonely for Mama had Roman not been around. 

I was just a kid when I realized that Mama was giving up her pussy to Roman. He would often come over with a cheap bottle of red wine in the afternoons, Mama pushing me out the door to play outside. Thirty minutes later, through the open windows, I would hear her moaning as Roman grunted his load into her. 

When I was a bit older, Mama would go over to Roman’s place after dinner. After I listened to his headboard banging against the thin wall between our apartments for a good hour, Mama would stumble through our door walking awkwardly, her hair all messed up. 

I came home from school one day and caught Mama on her knees in the kitchen, sucking Roman’s dick as he leaned against the kitchen counter, drinking a beer. I froze in my tracks at the sight of his massive cock, which looked to be thicker than my arm. Roman caught me watching, locking eyes with me as Mama edged him to orgasm, one hand working his thick shaft as she sucked on that bulbous, purple head. 

“You shouldn’t spy like that,” Roman scolded me playfully as he came out on the back porch moments later, doing up his shorts. Mama was in the kitchen rinsing out her mouth at the sink. “What adults do together like that ain’t none of your business.”

“It’s not my fault,” I began to protest. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Now calm down, little man,” he cut me off. “Your mama didn’t see you, and I ain’t gonna tell her that you were spying on us.” And then Roman leaned down close to me, beer on his breath as he whispered in my ear, “Maybe I’ll let you do that for me when you’re older.”

Looking back, it is striking that Roman saw it in me before I even knew it myself—that I was gay, that I would grow up to desire love and sex with men. But all I knew in that moment was that I was obsessed with Roman’s huge cock. 

Mama was clearly obsessed with it, too, giving up her cunt to Roman several times a week. Even at that age, I could see their relationship for what it was—a booty call, though my vocabulary still lacked that term. They never went out for a date. Mama never cooked a meal for Roman. They just fucked. 

And then it stopped. Not all at once. Little by little. A quiet quitting. I was in high school by that time, and Mama had crested her thirtieth birthday. Roman was looking for greener pastures to plow, often dragging home young bitches that he picked up at the dive bar up the street. 

Night after night, Mama and I could hear through the wall as Roman railed some young bitch with a daddy complex. I’m sure it stung for Mama at first but, like most of the disappointments in her life, she learned to rise above it. A 12-inch dildo I once found stashed under her bed likely helped her to get over Roman. 

But I wasn’t over Roman. I still craved him and that huge cock. I would lie awake at night, jacking myself to the sounds of Roman’s headboard banging the wall, his orgasmic grunts as he bred some new bitch. And when I turned eighteen, I knew my day had come. I was ready for Roman to deliver on his promise to allow me to pleasure him. 

Roman was ready, too. Not a week after my eighteenth birthday, when he knew Mama was still working at the chicken plant, he appeared on the back porch that adjoined our duplex apartments. He was shirtless, his muscular, hairy body poured into a tight pair of navy shorts. 

“You want to join me for a cold one?” he held up a bottle of beer. “I know you’re only eighteen,” he smiled seductively. “But it can be our little secret if you want to share a beer with me.”

“I don’t much like beer,” I answered. “But I’d like to suck your big dick.”

“DAMN,” he laughed loudly. “For being such a shy little boy all these years, you’ve certainly grown into a man who’s not afraid to ask for what he wants. I respect that.”

“So you gonna let me suck you?” I persisted, unwilling to let the opportunity slip away. 

“Shit, boy,” he smiled wantonly, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me into his apartment. “You and me are gonna do a lot more than just some dick sucking.”

I was soon standing in Roman’s bedroom, staring at his infamous bed, a deep dent in the plaster behind the headboard. How many times had he fucked my mama upon that bed? How many bitches since? And now my virgin ass would be next.

“You remembered that, didn’t you?” Roman asked while undoing his shorts. “That time you spied on your mama sucking me in the kitchen? You remembered that I promised to let you suck me one day?”

“Yes, sir,” I dropped to my knees, his monstrous 12-incher just inches from my face. “I’ve wanted to taste your big cock ever since, sir.”

“Don’t be calling me sir, boy,” he stopped me just as I was reaching for his cock. “I ain’t your daddy—though you can call me Daddy when my dick is in you. That shit turns me on.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I agreed, the word having never left my lips before. “Please let me suck your big cock, Daddy.”

“Such a polite boy you are,” he winked mockingly. “Your mama raised you right.” And then grasping me by the hair, Roman tilted back my head and shoved his massive cock down my throat. “That’s it, boy. Suck this big dick. Suck this—big—fucking—dick.”

Instantly, he was face fucking me, his big cock battering my throat. His meaty hands went to the back of my head, holding me down on him. I was gagging on that big thing, straining not to puke on it, bile rising from my stomach. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Roman pulled out of my throat abruptly. 

“That’ll do for now, boy” he smacked the side of my face, my saliva stringing from my lips to his cock. “How about we get this big dick up your ass now?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I begged, pulling down my shorts. “I want you to fuck me with that big dick.”

With his strong hands, Roman spun me around, forcing me down on his bed, my ass presented to him. Separating my butt cheeks, he spit on my hole, working his saliva into my orifice with one and then two fingers. 

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he marveled, finger fucking me briefly. He spread his fingers scissor-like within me, widening my fuck canal for him. “I’m gonna love being inside this boy cunt.”

And then I felt his weight upon me, his arms wrapping around my body, his hairy chest at my back. The rounded tip of his cock found my hole, my virgin sphincter resisting before—BAM—Roman was inside me. I was a virgin no more.

“FUCK,” I screamed, my hole stretched to the max, my unchartered fuck canal straining to accommodate his incredible girth. “It hurts,” I cried out. “It hurts so fucking bad.”

“You’ll be fine,” Roman hissed in my ear. “You’re not the first boy like you to take a big dick. You’ll get used to it. Just lemme do my thing, okay?”

Apparently, his thing was to fuck the shit out of me. Pushing himself upwards into a plank, Roman dug his hands into the mattress on either side of me. He began to thrust deep within my bowels, his cock head exploring my virgin territory. 

The pain was unreal. I thought I might lose consciousness, and I prayed for that sweet relief. But then something miraculous happened. My sphincter started to give into his assault, my body accepting this man inside of me. The sharp pain was soon replaced with waves of pleasure, his cock stimulating me in ways that I had never expected. 

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I moaned, my voice suddenly deeper and foreign to me. “Fuck me with that big dick.”

“Seems like you’re starting to like this cock up your ass,” Roman observed, pounding me harder. “Boys like you always love a big cock. You just had to get used to it.”

I was more than just getting used to that big cock. I was loving it. I started to rock my pelvis to his rhythm, anticipating each thrust. I tilted my ass, elated to find Roman could go even deeper than before.

“Yeah—that’s it. Open that cunt for me,” he encouraged me. “Take this cock all the way.”

He was pounding me deep, my eyes rolling back into my head. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back as he jackhammered my cunt, pounding it into submission. Over and over, he rammed my bowels, his balls smacking my ass with each thrust. His stamina was incredible, the headboard hitting the wall with brutal force. And then everything slammed to a hault.

“FUCK,” Roman grunted suddenly, his hands digging into my shoulders, a deep throbbing in my abused bowels as the damn burst. Rhythmically, his cock spewed a massive load, flooding my virgin guts with his seed. “Yeah, take this fuckin’ nut,” he barked.

“Breed me, Daddy,” I pleaded. “Fill me with your seed.”

Roman collapsed upon me, his sweaty body melded into mine as his balls gave up the last of his DNA. His scruffy face was at the back of my neck, nuzzling softly against me. He was suddenly tender, softly kissing me.

“Fuck, I needed that,” he pulled out of me, his load gushing out of my gaping hole and onto his sheets. “Christ,” he looked outside the window, the setting sun turning the sky pink and rosy. “We lost track of time. Your mama is probably already home from work and looking for you.”

I bolted out of bed, pulling on my shorts over my used ass. “Can—can we do this again sometime soon?” I asked hopefully as fumbled with my shoes. 

“Definitely,” Roman gave a devilish laugh. “I’ve waited a long time to get this cock in you, and it was worth the wait. You’ll be seeing a lot more of it.”

Through the kitchen window, I could see the image of Mama sitting at our table. It wasn’t like me to come home late, or to have not left a note explaining my whereabouts. I knew I was going to have some explaining to do.

“Did you enjoy Roman’s big cock?” Mama asked flatly as I came in from the back porch. She was drinking a glass of wine, a pot of soup warming on the stove. “I heard you two over there.”

“I’m—I’m sorry,” I stammered. “Roman came by while you were at work and—”

“No need to apologize,” Mama cut me off. “You’re a young man now. You can use your body any way you see fit. But I think you ought to know something about Roman.”

“I know, Mama—he’s just using me for sex, like he used you and countless others,” I admitted with clarity. “One day he’ll get bored with me and it’ll all be over.”

“Yes,” Mama conceded. “But there’s more about Roman that you should know,” she looked up, locking eyes with me. “I was just barely older than you when I first rented this apartment,” she began. “I had just started working down at the chicken plant, trying to earn enough money so that I could escape my sicko stepdad. Every night, that old fuck would stumble drunk into my room and force me to suck his shriveled dick, making me swallow his nasty cum.”

“You—you never told me—”

“Allow me to finish,” she insisted. “Roman was already living next door when I moved in here. He was a bit older than me and, Christ, he was handsome. He helped me haul in some boxes, and then he showed up again later that night with a bottle of wine and, well, nine months later—”

“Oh my God,” I gasped. “Roman is—”

“Your father,” she confessed. “He doesn’t know it. I lied and told him an old boyfriend knocked me up. But it’s time you knew the truth. You shouldn’t let Roman fuck you no more. It’s incest for a father to fuck his son—it ain’t right.”

“Why the fuck not, Mama?” I demanded obstinately. “It’s not my fault he’s my daddy. That’s on you. If I want to get fucked by him again, that’s my goddamn business.”

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

[dato-georgia-caucasus]

Underpants

[mlakewood]

My older sister finally got married today. I don’t mean it like that, it’s just that Becca and Carter have been dating since they were allowed to go on dates and they’ve known each other since pre-K. I’m just 3 years younger so I’ve know Carter almost my whole life. He’s the greatest guy and has always treated me like his kid brother. Becca and Carter were the first people I came out to when I was 15 and they had my back when I told my parents a couple years later.

At the reception I was having a blast. I’d turned 21 last month and didn’t have to hide my drinks from Mom anymore. As the evening progressed I was getting pretty tipsy and I know I made some pretty flirty comments to a couple of Carter’s frat bros. Mind you, I’ve met most of these guys several times over the years and Carter always had my back. It only took one threat to punch anyone that made a homophobic remark and the guys treated me like any other little brother. But, tonight I might have pushed it a little too far. I saw a couple of the guys with their heads together, maybe talking about me, and decided I better reel it back in before I went too far.

Nearing the end of the evening, one of the bros, Steve, came up to me. “Hey Mike, you doing okay? Not drinking too much?” he asked with a wink as he put a hand on my shoulder. Steve was a pretty hot guy, tall, handsome, nicely built. I’d love to get under that guy, but I needed to keep my hormones in check.

“Fine, maybe one or two too many, but I stopped a while ago,” I responded a little sheepishly.

“That’s good, didn’t want to have to hold your head as you puked later,” he laughed out, which only made my mind go to the part of him holding my head. Fuck me, I’ve got to get a handle on myself, I can’t keep thinking about these hot guys like this. I really need to get to my room and jerk off before I embarrass myself.

“Some of the guys are meeting up in my room for one last drink before calling it a night,” he tells me casually before adding “Why don’t you join us? My room is next door to yours, I think, on the 5th floor.”

I stammer a bit before answering. I really wanted to spend more time with the guys, but knew I was this close to being inappropriate. “Uh… sure?” I respond, not sounding very sure of myself.

Steve chuckles at my hesitation. “Come on, I promise it’s just one drink, you’re brother would kill me if I didn’t take care of you.”

Take care of me? What did he mean by that? My mind of course went to my base desire, but deep down knew that was not on the list of possibilities. “No… yeah I mean, that would be great.”

Steve beamed at me. “Great, why don’t you change out of that suit, the other guys are getting comfortable too. We can’t wear this crap any longer,” he added with a laugh. “We have adjoining doors, I’ll open my side and you can come through when you’re ready.”

Steve and I moved off toward the elevator and were joined by Mitch, Ray and Carl. These four guys were a little buzzed but seemed to be very much in control of their facilities. It was going to be tough for me to keep my mind out of the gutter, but I was definitely going to be filling my thoughts for later. I slipped into my room as Steve and the others went into his. I quickly took off my suit, pulled on my sweats and a loose T-shirt. I took a look in the mirror and splashed some water in my face as a little freshener. I heard a noise and realized it was Steve opening his side of the adjoining door, followed by a couple knocks and a muffled “Doors open, come on over.”

I took a quick look at myself and nervously walked to the door, “keep it in check,” I mumbled to myself. God, the last thing I needed was to lose control and stare too long or something. I took a deep breath and opened the door. I was not prepared for the sight as I stepped into Steve’s room. All four of the guys had removed their pants, shirts in various stages of unbuttoned, ties down or off. “Fuck,” slipped out of my lips as I froze staring at them, eyes taking in the chest, the white boxer briefs they each wore, their bulges on display.

Steve laughed “Come on in, we’re just getting a little comfortable, I’m sure you don’t mind,” he said with a wink.

“No, not at all,” I mumbled out, not sure if this was heaven or hell. What the fuck was I going to do, and my cock was hard as a spike and pushing forward in my sweats, no way to hide it.

“I think Mike likes us,” Carl chuckled. “What do you think Ray.”

“Yep, he definitely has a boner over this,” was Ray’s deadpan response.

Steve came over and dropped an arm around my shoulder and leaned in. “I told Carter, we’d take care of you,” he said quietly. My eyes went wide with the realization that Carter knew.” Steve just laughed as Mitch came over, shrugging off his shirt as he approached.

“Are you ready to get this party started?” Mitch asked.

My eyes darted from one guy to the next, each seemed to be holding his breath, waiting for me. “Oh fuck,” was all I could moan out as looked Steve in the eye and placed my hand an his bulge. His eyes lit up liked he’d won the lottery. I felt the bulge pulse and grow as I licked my lips. Keeping my hand in place I turned to Mitch and put my other hand on his crotch. He got that devilish grin that has always turned me on and then both guys moved closer. Mitch’s hand was on my ass as Steve moved in for a kiss. I was stunned at first, but moved into the kiss as Steve’s tongue started to probe my mouth.

Mitch groaned as I continued to palm his still covered cock before I finally slipped my hand down the front. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned.

I could see Carl and Ray out of the corner of my eye taking off their shirts. Carl pulled his cock out, tucking his underwear under his balls, slowly stroking his cock as he watched. Ray pushed his underwear down and off, being the first one completely nude.

Steve pulled back, lips slick from our spit, eyeing me closely. “Your move, what do you want?” he quietly asked.

I took a quick look around and made a split second decision. “I want to suck you guys, then…” I trailed off unsure.

Ray stepped closer. “Then?” he encouraged me to continue.

I looked at the guys closely and saw nothing but lust in their eyes, no judgement, nothing but desire. “Then… fuck me. I want each of you to fuck me.”

I quickly dropped to my knees as the guys all chuckled and pulled out their cocks. I reached for Steve’s engorged prick, his boxer briefs tucked under his balls. I was determined to show these guys a good time as I stroked him and felt the guys get closer. Steve’s prick was rock-hard, with precum oozing from the slit. I lapped it up and reached sideways to feel another hard cock within reach. I heard Mitch moan as I latched onto his cock, giving him a firm stroke as I proceeded to take Steve’s head into my mouth. “Fuck,” Steve groaned.

I tugged on his briefs and Steve quickly got the hint and pulled his off, the other’s followed suit and I now had 4 hot men surrounding me, hard cocks bobbing as i groped each in turn. I took my mouth Steve and moved to Mitch. His was uncut and tasted fantastic. I licked under his foreskin gathering more of his delicious nectar. Mitch’s prick was girthy, and my mouth stretched wide to take in more and more of him.

I sucked for a little while then moved on to the next guy, Ray, and proceeded to get his cock as wet as the first two, while now stroking Carl’s. The guys weren’t saying much just watching me suck their buddies. An occasional “fuck” or “shit” escaped their low moans but otherwise it was just the sound of my mouth slicking up cocks. I finally made it to Carl and gave him the same treatment. I was so fucking hot by then. These 4 basically straight guys enjoying my ministrations. I watched them closely as I made another circle on my knees, sucking each again for a couple minutes before I finally moved to stand up.

“Bed, now,” was all I said before realizing I still had my sweats and T-shirt on.

Steve laughed. “Clothes off, now,” he barked out.

I grinned as Ray and Carl quickly helped me out of my clothes. Once naked I moved to the bed and crawled onto the large king sized bed getting on all fours in the middle. I heard a low whistle and felt the bed move as the other’s climbed on. Hands soon started stroking my body, up and down my back, my thighs, stroking over my cheeks. I felt at least two sets of hands start massaging my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. Someone moved in front of me and I took the bobbing cock into my mouth. I could tell it was Mitch’s uncut girthy monster. I heard someone say something about lube but I was lost in the sensation of hands on my ass and a cock in my mouth.

It became apparent that Steve was running the show. He told Ray to eat my ass and get me loosened up while telling Carl and Mitch to swap places. “We’re gonna take good care of you Mike,” he whispered into my ear, while I sucked Carl now. All I could do was whimper in response as i felt Ray’s tongue probe my ass.

“Ray’s going to fuck you first, Carl, then Mitch. Mitch is the thickest of us all so I want him to take you last,” Steve continued telling me directly into my ear as he rubbed my back. “You okay with that?”

I didn’t pull off of Carl’s cock, just nodded and grunted my acceptance. I noticed Steve hadn’t put himself in the mix and I was a little disappointed but barely had time to think about it with a mouth full of cock and Ray eating my ass like an expert.

The next couple hours were a blur of sucking and fucking. Ray lasted barely 5 minutes the first time in my tight hole before dumping the first of his 3 loads. Carl followed up sliding his spit slick cock into my loosened and wet hole. It took him a little longer before he dumped his seed deep in my hole, bellowing like a bull as he came. I was sure the whole hotel heard him, but I was in such a fuck haze I didn’t really care. Mitch was so wound up that he almost shoved Carl aside to get at my used entrance. As Mitch slid in my warm, wet, insides, Ray offered me his cummy cock to clean off, and the cycle proceeded again.

The whole time the 3 guys are rotating from mouth to ass and back Steve is beside me, rubbing my back, whispering in my ear. “Fuck, you’re such a good boy, look at you taking these cocks like a champ.” He’d occasionally reach under me to stroke my aching cock, but he could tell from my whimpers I was so close to shooting off. “You’re going to cum just from getting fucked, aren’t you Mike.” It really wasn’t a question, more of a statement of his belief. “Fuck you’re so hot like this, the sound you make while the guys fuck you. You need this, your holes need this.”

I could only grunt and moan as my first orgasm was triggered by Mitch’s pounding my ass for the second time. I’d held off for as long as I could and my whole body shook in spasms as my cock let loose a huge load into the sheets below me.

“Look at that fucking load, fuck dude,” one of the guys said.

Steve patted me on the back and kissed my temple. “Good job, you’re loving this, aren’t you? You love having your hole shared, getting fucked repeatedly, cleaning off their cocks. I’ve never seen such hot sight, your ass getting pounded, your mouth stretched around one cock after another,” Steve continued his litany of praise quietly into my ear as each of the guys took their turns, eventually leaving 3 loads each in my body. I’d swallowed a few but the majority were in my now loose hole. I’d cum a second time, again untouched, this time while Carl was hitting my prostate just right.

The action had stopped as the guys caught their breath and slowly moved from the bed. I was exhausted and was just going to collapse on Steve’s bed, laying in my own spunk and the loads leaking from my ass, but Steve pulled me to the side that was less messy and ushered the other guys out of the room as they made small talk, slapping each other on the back.

I must have dozed for a second but felt the bed shift a little and Steve jostling me a little. “Let’s get you to your room,” he said quietly. I was disappointed that Steve hadn’t fucked me but took his offered hand as he helped me stand. “Maybe a quick rinse,” he chuckled as I felt the cum running down the inside of my leg and then the surprising feel of Steve’s hand on my ass, followed one, then two fingers, rubbing around my cum filled ring. I moaned out loud as it felt so good.

We stepped into Steve’s shower and he proceeded to wash me down, wash my hair, clean my ass, probing a little with his fingers to get some of the cum out. I thought maybe he’d take me in the shower, but instead Steve shut the water off, toweled us both off and lead me to my room and my bed.

As I settled in my bed, sleep almost taking me, I felt Steve’s hands run up my legs, stoke my cock, then move up my body as I felt his body move up and over me too. My eyes opened wide as his body settled on top of me and his gently kissed my lips. “That was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered between kisses. “Can I fuck you now?”

I didn’t answer, just spread my legs, wrapping them around his waist, tilting my ass up as I sought the blunt head of his rock-hard cock.

After the earlier fuck-fest, Steve’s private session was more intimate, sensual. He fucked me slowly for 15 minutes before telling me he couldn’t hold off any longer and had to seed me. I just pulled him in for a passionate kiss and held on tight as his rhythm increased and soon was moaning into m mouth as his huge pent up load escaped his cock and flooded my insides with his warmth. Steve was obviously prepared for this and took a damp cloth from the nightstand to wipe us both down before settling behind me and pulling me tight to his chest as sleep finally took me.

I woke the next morning still in Steve’s arm. I listened to his slow breathing as I recalled the events of the previous night. My ass wiggled around, feeling his cock start to harden. My hole ached in a good way and knew how good it would feel to have him in me again. I was caught up with trying to capture his hard cock with my entrance that I was a little startled when Steve chuckled into my ear. “You’re so eager for cock.” Steve proceed to slow fuck me from the back as he laid kisses on my neck and stroked me to completion before dumping his load deep inside. This guy really seemed to know what to do.

After a few moments of letting our hearts settle down we realized we had just an hour before check-out time. After getting ourselves together and checking out I was prepared to say goodbye, but Steve asked if I was hungry. I realized I was famished and also realized I wanted to hang out with him a little longer, so I quickly agreed to lunch at the dinner down the street.

I found out a lot about Steve over a long lunch. He considers himself bi, and loves sharing and watching. He told me he’d found me so attractive when Carter brought me around to the fraternity and really wanted to get in my pants from the beginning, but last night was better than he’d ever expected. I confessed my attraction to him and how being shared was a top fantasy of mine.

We have a date later this week, and he also mentioned something about a poker night and a bowling group he’s part of. I’m pretty sure I won’t be playing poker or doing any bowling. My hole is quaking in anticipation.

[gifmaximus]

[randymenandboys]

That’s it, Dad. Ignore him and keep thrusting hard. Don’t stop until you blow your load.

[seaninfl]

Meet Adam and his uncle, James. Adam, a 20-year-old college student, has always been close with his uncle, but something has changed. The tension between them has been growing, and Adam can’t help but feel an attraction to his uncle.

It all started when Adam moved in with his uncle after his parents’ passing. James, a 45-year-old successful businessman, has always been a dominant figure in Adam’s life. However, the dynamic between them was never sexual until now.

One night, while having dinner, Adam accidentally spilled some wine on his shirt. James, seeing this as an opportunity to get closer to his nephew, offered to help him change. As Adam took off his shirt, James couldn’t help but notice his nephew’s toned body.

“Adam, you’ve grown into quite the handsome young man,” James said, his voice filled with desire.

Adam, caught off guard, couldn’t help but blush. “Uh, thanks, Uncle James,” he replied, trying to hide his growing attraction.

The air between them grew thick with tension as they undressed each other. James took the lead, pulling Adam close and kissing him passionately.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Adam,” James whispered into his nephew’s ear. “Tell me, do you want this too?”

Adam, trembling with nervousness, nodded. “Yes, Uncle James. I want you.”

James, dominating and experienced, began to explore Adam’s body, kissing and caressing him all over. He then gently pushed Adam onto the bed, spreading his legs wide open.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Adam,” James growled, licking his lips in anticipation. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Uncle James. Fuck me hard,” Adam pleaded, his heart racing with excitement.

James didn’t waste any time. He spat onto his fingers, lubricating Adam’s tight entrance. Then, with a devious grin, he slowly pushed one finger inside, causing Adam to gasp in both pleasure and pain.

“It hurts so bad, Uncle James,” Adam moaned, tears welling up in his eyes.

“It’s going to hurt even more when I fuck you with my cock,” James replied, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. He continued to fingerfuck Adam, eager to stretch him out for the impending anal penetration.

When Adam could no longer take the overwhelming sensation, James decided it was time. He positioned himself behind Adam, his hard cock in his hand, ready to enter his nephew.

“Just remember, Adam, you wanted this,” James said, thrusting his hips forward and impaling Adam’s ass with his throbbing member.

Adam cried out in pain, but he also felt a strange sense of pleasure. James began to fuck him hard, just as he had promised. Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy and agony coursing through Adam’s body.

“You like that, don’t you, you dirty little slut?” James growled, his hands gripping Adam’s hips tightly. “Say it, Adam. Tell me how much you love being fucked by your uncle.”

Between gasps and moans, Adam managed to reply, “I love it, Uncle James. Fuck me harder.”

As the night wore on, Adam and James engaged in a wild, passionate fuck session, exploring each other’s bodies and pushing their boundaries. The pain had now turned into pure pleasure, and both men found themselves lost in the heat of the moment.

In the end, as they lay tangled in each other’s arms, Adam couldn’t help but feel a sense of both shame and liberation. He knew that their secret tryst would change their relationship forever, but he also knew that it was a risk they were both willing to take.

And as they drifted off to sleep, Adam couldn’t help but wonder what other forbidden desires they might explore together in the future.

[dad4dads]

[seaninfl]

I woke up to the sound of creaking floorboards, my eyes fluttering open to find myself not in my own bed, but in my best friend's. I'd spent the night after a party, the alcohol still fogging my brain. As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I noticed a figure sitting in the chair by the window, his chest bare and hairy, an open shirt revealing tanned skin, and jeans riding low on his hips. It was my best friend's dad, Jake.

"Morning," he grunted, his voice rough from sleep. "You're up early."

"Uh, yeah," I mumbled, pulling the blanket up to my chin. "I guess I am."

Jake stood, stretching his arms above his head, his muscles flexing. "Coffee's on if you want some," he said, walking towards the door. "Black, right?"

I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry. "Yeah, thanks."

Over the next few days, Jake and I fell into an odd rhythm. He'd wake me up with coffee, we'd chat briefly, then he'd leave for work. I'd spend the day exploring the city, always looking forward to our morning chats. Jake was different from anyone I'd ever met. He was vulgar, crude even, but there was something about him that drew me in.

One morning, as I sat up in bed, Jake walked in with two mugs of coffee. He handed me one, then sat down on the edge of the bed. "You know, I've been thinking," he said, his eyes locked onto mine. "You're not like the other guys you hang out with. You're... different."

I felt my cheeks flush. "Oh, yeah? How so?"

Jake leaned in, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "You're not afraid to look at a man, for starters. You hold my gaze, you don't look away. And you've got a mouth on you, don't you? I can tell you're not afraid to use it."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "I can use my mouth," I said, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach.

Jake's eyes flashed with something I couldn't quite read. "I bet you can," he said, standing up. "But can you handle a man like me?"

I felt a surge of courage, or maybe it was stupidity. "Why don't you find out?" I challenged, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jake smirked, then leaned down, his lips brushing against mine. "I thought you'd never ask."

Our first kiss was a clash of teeth and tongues, a battle for dominance. Jake pushed me back onto the bed, his body heavy on top of mine. I could feel his cock pressing against my thigh, hard and insistent. I moaned into his mouth, my hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer.

"Fuck, you taste good," Jake growled, his hands roaming over my body, squeezing my ass, my thighs, my cock. "I bet you feel even better."

I gasped as he bit down on my neck, his hands pushing my boxers down, freeing my cock. "I bet you do too," I panted, my hands fumbling with the button on his jeans.

Jake chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Oh, I know I do," he said, pushing his jeans down, his cock springing free. "But you're gonna have to work for it."

I licked my lips, my eyes locked onto his cock. "I can do that," I said, pushing him back onto the bed. I straddled his thighs, my hands wrapping around his cock, my tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precome at the tip.

"Fuck," Jake groaned, his hands gripping my hair. "Just like that, baby. Suck my cock."

I took him deep, my mouth stretching around his thickness, my tongue swirling around the head. Jake's hips bucked, his cock hitting the back of my throat, making me gag. I pulled back, my eyes watering, but Jake just laughed.

"Come on, baby," he taunted. "You can take it. Show me what that pretty mouth can do."

I took him deep again, my hands working the base of his cock, my head bobbing up and down. Jake's groans filled the room, his hands guiding my head, his hips thrusting up to meet my mouth. I could feel his cock swelling, his balls drawing up tight.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he growled. "Swallow it, baby. Swallow my fucking come."

I moaned around his cock, my own cock throbbing as I felt the first jet of come hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it down, my eyes locked onto Jake's, watching as he came undone.

When I finally pulled back, Jake was grinning at me, his chest heaving. "Good boy," he said, his voice soft. "Now it's my turn to taste you."

He pushed me back onto the bed, his hands spreading my thighs, his mouth descending onto my cock. I gasped, my hips arching up, my cock sliding deep into his mouth. Jake's tongue was magic, swirling around my cock, flicking against the head, sucking me deep.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned, my hands gripping the sheets. "I'm gonna come, Jake. I'm gonna fucking come."

Jake pulled back, his eyes locked onto mine. "Come for me, baby," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Come all over my face."

I came with a shout, my cock pulsing, my come shooting onto Jake's face, his tongue, his lips. He licked it up, his eyes never leaving mine, a smug smile on his face.

"Fuck, you're something else," he said, standing up, wiping his face with his hand. "But I'm not done with you yet."

He flipped me over, his hands gripping my hips, his cock pressing against my ass. I gasped, my hands fisting the sheets as he pushed in, his cock stretching me wide.

"Fuck, Jake," I groaned, my ass clenching around his cock. "You're so fucking big."

Jake chuckled, his hands squeezing my ass. "And you're so fucking tight," he said, his hips starting to move. "But you can take it, can't you, baby? You can take my big cock."

I moaned, my ass pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts. Jake's hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he fucked me hard, his cock hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars.

"Harder," I panted, my voice ragged. "Fuck me harder, Jake. Make me come again."

Jake growled, his hips slamming into me, his cock pistoning in and out of my ass. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight, my cock throbbing.

"Come on, baby," Jake growled. "Come all over the sheets. Mark them with your come."

I came with a shout, my ass clenching around Jake's cock, my cock pulsing, my come shooting onto the sheets beneath me. Jake came a moment later, his cock swelling, his come filling my ass.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat, our chests heaving. Jake pulled me into his arms, his lips brushing against my ear. "You're mine now," he said, his voice soft. "My lover. My everything."

I smiled, my eyes already fluttering closed. "Yes," I said, my voice soft. "I'm yours."

[miles-risqueq]

[thisissiriusly]

Good bot cums inside Daddy every day.

[felix-spicy4]

[thisissiriusly]

Such a pretty boy, getting fucked by such a pretty cock.

[potent-virility]

[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.

[adonisdreamson]

One minute I was on my own in the showers soaping my aches away after the day's practise session, and the next I felt Coach grab me from behind, clamp his hand around my head and shove his tongue into my mouth. Who was I to resist? "I can't resist any longer, kid, I need you. I've been trying to curb these urges, but I've seen the way you keep eyeing my up when we're on the track - I think you want this as much as I do?" All I could do was to weakly slobber back at him when his tongue left my mouth momentarily "Yes, sir..." Although my head was locked in position, I could feel Coach's fully erect dick pressing into my abs, as he pushed his muscled, hairy chest closer to mine. My own cock stood rigidly to attention in a flash, and despite the shower cascading over us both, I could feel the pre-cum start to leak from my cock...

Coach released one hand and wrapped it around my dick, stroking the head with one finger as he did so. I moaned "Ohhhh, sir, should we be doing this?" "Hey kid, I won't tell if you don't tell!" He then grabbed both our cocks with his hand and started to pump his fist up and down along both their shafts. This was intense. My eyes must have rolled up into the back of my head and my knees went weak. "Steady there kid, if it's too much, we can stop..." "Fuck no, Coach, please carry on" I begged. I watched as he dropped to his knees and with a momentary glance of admiration at my dick, he proceeded to swallow the whole thing down in one fell swoop. My knees almost gave way at that point. Nobody had ever deep-throated me with such skill before, this was heaven. I knew that I wasn't going to last long with this skilled practitioner working away at my ever more swollen dick - but I was determined to enjoy every minute!

[xavier-racyd]

[thisissiriusly]

He looks like the perfect post-workout high protein snack.

[dirtygayporngifs]

[seanminfl]

Once my parents left for their annual vacation, I was finally alone with my step-brother, Jake. We had always had a strong attraction to each other, but we had never acted on it before, due to the fear of getting caught. But now, with our parents gone, we could finally be together.

As soon as we heard the door close, Jake and I rushed to each other, our lips crashing together in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together as we explored each other’s mouths. Jake’s hands roamed over my body, squeezing my ass and pulling me closer to him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against mine, and I moaned into the kiss.

We broke apart, gasping for air. Jake looked at me with hunger in his eyes, and I knew that we were both ready for this. He started to undress me, his fingers trembling with excitement. As he pulled off my shirt, he leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. I gasped and ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to me.

Jake continued to undress me, his mouth never leaving my body. He kissed and licked his way down my chest, over my abs, and down to my cock. He looked up at me with a wicked grin, and then he took me into his mouth. I moaned loudly as he sucked me deep, his tongue swirling around my shaft.

I reached down and grabbed Jake’s head, holding him in place as I fucked his mouth. He moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew that I was close. I pulled out of Jake’s mouth and looked down at him, my cock glistening with saliva.

Jake stood up and kissed me again, our cocks pressed together between us. I could feel the heat of his body, and I knew that he was just as turned on as I was. I reached down and started to stroke his cock, matching his rhythm. We moaned into each other’s mouths as we jerked each other off.

Jake broke the kiss and looked at me with a serious expression. “I want to breed you,” he said, his voice low and husky. I nodded, unable to speak. I wanted him inside me, filling me up with his cum.

Jake reached into the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. He coated his fingers and then he started to prepare me. He rubbed the lube over my hole, and then he pushed a finger inside me. I moaned as he started to finger me, stretching me open.

Jake added a second finger, and then a third. I could feel my muscles stretching to accommodate him, and I knew that I was ready. Jake pulled his fingers out and lined his cock up with my hole. He looked into my eyes, and then he pushed inside me.

I moaned as Jake filled me up, his cock sliding deep inside me. He started to fuck me, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me. Jake leaned down and kissed me, our tongues dancing together as he fucked me.

I could feel my orgasm building again, and I knew that I was close. Jake must have felt it too, because he started to fuck me harder, his hips slamming into me. I moaned louder and louder, the sound echoing through the room.

Jake’s thrusts became erratic, and I knew that he was close too. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, his expression intense. “I’m gonna cum,” he growled, his voice low and husky.

“Cum inside me,” I begged, my voice hoarse. “Breed me.”

Jake groaned and then he started to cum, his cock twitching and pulsing as he filled me up with his seed. I could feel it inside me, warm and thick, and I moaned as I started to cum too. My cock erupted, shooting streams of cum onto our chests.

Jake collapsed on top of me, his cock still inside me. We lay there, panting and sweaty, our bodies still trembling from the aftershocks of our orgasms. Jake looked into my eyes and smiled. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” I whispered back. And I knew that we would be together

[your-beard-got-my-attention]

[twisted-talez]

“What’s up, dude?” my new, hot-as-fuck neighbor acknowledged me with a quick nod as I joined him in the elevator. He had just worked out in our building’s gym and looked like sex on a stick with his manly beard, his muscles pumped, a faint sheen of post-workout sweat coating his hairy body. Jesus, I wanted him. 

“I’m—I’m Kirk,” I stammered, extending my hand, my eyes appraising every inch of his glorious body. “We haven’t met yet. I live on the same floor as you and your wife.”

“Reese,” he introduced himself, grasping my hand in an Alpha-male death grip. “And she’s not my wife—she’s just my girlfriend.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I floundered, hitting the elevator button for our floor. “I just assumed you two are married because she looked to be—”

“Pregnant,” he cut me off. “Yeah—she’s six months. Fuck my life, right?”

“Right,” I smiled awkwardly. 

“What’s your deal?” Reese asked, his right eyebrow cocked. “You married, have a girlfriend?”

“Oh—god no,” I laughed. “I’m actually gay and, I know this probably sounds bad, but I have no interest in a long-term relationship.”

“You’d rather just sleep around?” he inquired, eyeing me up and down. “Fuck any guy you want?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged, for he had hit the nail on the head. “Is it fucked up that I prefer random hookups over a relationship?”

“Not at all,” he sympathized. “I was just like you—fucking around a lot—which is how I got stuck living with the bitch I knocked up.”

My jaw dropped at his admission, but before I could say anything, we arrived at our floor, the elevator doors opening. Reese extended his palm outward, signaling for me to exit before him.

“Which apartment are you?” he inquired as we walked down the hall. He was so close behind me that I could feel his warm breath at my neck.

“I’m in 642, just a couple doors down from you and your—uh—girlfriend,” I answered. “Feel free to drop by anytime if you need anything.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Reese replied halfheartedly, his key in his door. “See you around maybe.”

Back in my apartment, I poured myself a glass of wine and queued up the next episode of Severance. I had barely made it to the opening credits, when a rapid knock came at my door. A quick glance through the peephole revealed Reese, still shirtless, his arms crossed over his hairy pecs in an impatient stance.

“You said that I could stop by if I needed anything?” he ventured as I opened the door, his one eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, sure. What can I—?”

But before I could finish, Reese pushed me through the doorway, the door slamming behind us. His muscular arms pulled me into him, his meaty hand traveling down the back of my shorts, searching for my hole.

“What I need,” he hissed in my ear, “is to get my big dick inside you.”

His thick finger pushed into me, probing my hole as he pulled down my shorts to my ankles. We had made it as far as my living room, where he spun me around, bending me over the side of the couch, my face pushed into the cushions. I looked back as he pulled down the front of his shorts, his nine-incher raging hard, eager to be buried in me.

He had removed his finger and was already pushing the rounded head of his cock against the pink folds of my sphincter. Was he intending to dry fuck me?

“Dude,” I begged. “You’re big as fuck. I’m gonna need some lube to get you in me. I’ve got some in my bedroom.”

But he ignored me, hawking a wad of saliva onto my hole, rubbing it into my sphincter with his cock head. And then, grabbing me by the hips—BAM—he was inside me.

“FUCK,” I cried out, my hole torn in two, a white-hot pain blinding me. I hadn’t been spit fucked since losing my virginity to my drunk uncle on a camping trip, his breath laced with beer as he pounded his load into me. And this hurt every bit as much as that time—possibly more. 

“Dude,” I tried to stop him. “Spit on it some more. My hole is too fucking dry.”

Thankfully, Reese complied, pulling out of me enough to hawk a second wad of saliva onto his thick shaft before pushing back into me. The additional spit helped, his cock gliding easily inside me, routing my depths. It had been awhile since I’d taken a cock that big, and I reveled in the fullness inside me.

“You like my ass?” I implored, seeking affirmation from him. “You like having that big dick in me?”

“Shit, man,” he exhaled, delivering some deep strokes. “It feels fucking incredible. It’s been a long time since I fucked a dude. I’d forgotten how much better it feels—how much tighter.”

“And you can cum in me,” I added, his balls slapping my ass. “Shoot that load up my ass.”

“Fuck that’s hot,” he replied, pounding me harder.

He raised himself onto the balls of his feet as he tilted my ass. The angle was incredible, his cock pounding my inner sphincter. His hands wrapped around my torso as he bent forward, pulling me into him, our bodies pressed together. Over and over he pummeled me, his sweaty, hairy chest rubbing against my back, his thick beard scratching my shoulder, driving me wild.

“OH FUCK,” he announced urgently, his big cock swelling inside me, pressing against the walls of my fuck canal.  “OH SHIT—I’m gonna shoot—FUCK—SHIT.”

His body convulsed, his cock throbbing inside me, his warm load shooting into my depths. I wondered if it felt the same for his girlfriend when he dumped his load in her, his seed charging to her womb, germinating inside her. Comparatively, his swimmers would experience a futile mission in my barren bowels.

“Damn, I needed that,” he pulled out of me abruptly, slapping me on the ass while his pearly cum streamed from the gaping cavern that was once my hole. 

“You’re welcome to clean up or shower, if you like,” I offered, my face still buried in the couch cushions, my ravaged body immobile. “There’s soap and towels in my bathroom.”

“Nah, I’m good,” Reese shrugged, pulling up his athletic shorts, stuffing his wet cock back into them as he returned to my front door. “See you around, bro.”

Weak on my legs, I ambled to my bedroom, crashing onto my bed. As I drifted off to a blissful, post-coital sleep, his load still leaking from me, I wondered if Reese might want to fuck me again soon. I didn’t have to wonder for long.

I was pouring myself a cup of coffee the next morning, my abused hole still puffy and sore, when another rapid knock came to my door. The peephole revealed Reese once again. 

“You interested in a quick fuck before I head to work?” he pushed inside my apartment as I opened the door, dragging me back to the couch. “I work better if I can dump a load before I start my day.”

“We don’t have to fuck on the couch,” I implored, as he bent me over the side again. “Wouldn’t you rather fuck me in my bed—with some lube?”

“Your bed?” he scoffed, hawking a wad of spit onto his big cock. “Why would I want to do that? I’m not your fucking boyfriend.”

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

[americanfratbro-deactivated2021]

[gayfantasy-world]

Sitting there catching his breathe, he marveled in the after glow of sex. His balls were properly drained in a way that felt unique. As if they’d been emptied more than they ever had been.

Sex with him was intense. Nothing crazy, but he liked to go hard and long. Some women weren’t in to it, and he struggled to find a partner that could keep him. So his friend suggested men. “They’ll let you do anything, in fact they like it!” His friend told him

He finally tried it out one night with some twink at the club. He fucked him harder and longer than he’d ever fucked anyone before, and he felt reborn. Slapping the man’s ass, he knew this was the start of something beautiful.

[armytool]

Saturday 7-14-18

[amandahuggenkiss1]

My dad got a huge promotion at work and told me we needed to move to the West coast with a little more than half of my senior year left. Naturally, I didn’t want to move to a new school my senior year, so my dad worked it out that I would live with his best friend, Mark, until graduation.

I knew Mark well – he and my dad spent all of their time together after mom divorced dad, but I still didn’t feel comfortable moving in with him. An 18-year-old baseball player about to head off to college doesn’t have a lot in common with a 40-year-old owner of an heating and cooling company, but I didn’t have any other options. All of my friends had siblings or other reasons it wasn’t ideal for me to live with them, so I quickly realized living with Mark was my best – and only option.

The day I moved in, dad was catching a flight later in the afternoon, so we were busy cleaning our house for the new owners, putting the last of our stuff in my SUV to drive to Mark’s and finally unloading it all at his house. Dad had literal minutes before he needed to head to the airport, so we said our goodbyes after he gave me a wad of cash.

“Be good for Mark and do whatever he says,” dad instructed. “Don’t leave your underwear all over the place like you’ve always done, OK Chase?”

Dad laughed at his own joke as I shook my head and Mark stood looking at me with a smirk. I had a heavy feeling that my life was about to be very different than what I was used to.

I was at the end of “my” bed grabbing the last pair of shorts out of my suitcase when Mark knocked on the door and walked right in.

“How’s it going?” Mark asked as his eyes scanned the room at all of my shit.

“Not bad,” I replied trying to sound upbeat even though I was sad dad was gone.

“OK, good,” Mark said as he kept his eyes on me as if analyzing my true feelings. “Listen, since it’s Saturday and your first night here, I thought I would order some food and we could watch some TV. Nothing crazy, but how does that sound?”

“It sounds great, actually,” I said feeling better.

“Good,” Mark smirked. “I’ll let you finish up while I go grab a beer and check out my food apps. Be back in a bit.”

Around half an hour later, Mark walked into the room without knocking as I stood in nothing but a jock at the end of my bed while holding a few pairs of clean boxer briefs I was about to put away.

“Shit,” Mark said after realizing he hadn’t knocked, “I’m sorry for just barging in, Chase. That’s going to take some practice.”

Mark’s eyes scanned my body before he made eye contact again. Used to nudity, it took about a half a minute to register that he was standing in only a pair of white briefs.

“So, what do you think about ordering some Chinese?” Mark asked.

“That sounds great, I love Chinese,” I said smiling.

“Cool, go ahead and order whatever you want,” Mark said handing me his phone.

I put the underwear on the bed and started going through the options as Mark walked to the window and looked out.

“That fucking asshole,” Mark mumbled to himself as he watched a neighbor do something across the street.

I took a quick scan of his nice ass in his briefs. Fuck, Mark has a sweet ass. I wondered why I’d never noticed. I looked back at the phone just as he turned toward me and waited for me to finish. I handed the phone back to him and grabbed my underwear off the bed.

“Is that all you want?” Mark asked holding the phone far from his face as he tried to angle his phone to get rid of the glare from the window.

“I got three things,” I laughed before getting serious. “I can pay for mine with the cash dad gave me if it’s too much.”

“Nah, this is my treat,” Mark said looking at me and then back at his phone. “I just know your dad said you eat enough for three people with all of your working out for baseball.”

“Thanks, but that’ll also leave me some for later ,” I said.

“OK, that’s done,” Mark replied as he put his arm down and looked at me. “You about done in here?”

“Uh, yeah, I just need to put the last of my underwear in the drawer,” I answered gesturing to the night stand behind him.

“Oh,” he said before moving back just a few inches as if to say proceed.

I squeezed past mark and felt his brief bulge against the bare skin of my ass in between the straps of my jock. I felt his eyes on me as I bent down and put the underwear away. When I turned around, Mark was staring at my ass as he adjusted his bulge. We quickly made eye contact as I started back toward him. I expected him to move, but he stayed in the same place as his bulge touched my ass again as I passed.

“You want a quick tour of the house?” Mark asked. “I just realized you haven’t seen it yet. Not that it’s big or anything.”

“Uh, sure,” I replied and stood waiting for him to lead the way.

Mark just stood there looking at me before he realized I was waiting on him. He walked to the door and turned to give me a quick look as I followed him. My eyes were immediately locked on his round butt cheeks as he walked.

We took a right down the hallway toward a couple of rooms. He pointed toward a door on the left that he informed me was the one and only bathroom of the house that connected to the hallway and his room.

“Sorry, bud, I guess I never mentioned we’d be sharing the one bathroom,” Mark said. “I’m sure you’re used to seeing naked dudes though, right?”

“Yeah, uh, it’s no big deal,” I said looking into he bathroom quickly.

“Cool,” Mark said before continuing down the hall. “This is my office … or whatever.”

“I didn’t know you worked from home sometimes,” I replied as I followed him in.

“I don’t, really,” Mark said. “I guess it’s like a man cave.

I looked around the room to see a the Lazy Boy chair in the corner facing a big TV on the wall, a desk on another wall piled high with papers and books and another desk stuffed into the open closed with two big computer screens.

Mark saw me looking at the computer desk and said, "my house is small, so I have to use every inch.”

“Pretty smart,” I said as I cracked a smile after noticing a box of tissues and a small bottle of lube near the keyboard.

The tour went to his room next, but like every other room, there wasn’t a whole lot to see. Mark had a huge king-sized bed that took up most of the room. The room smelled like him and had a pile of briefs sitting on a bench at the end of the bed.

“I do the same thing,” I said pointing to the underwear with the urge to go smell each pair.

Mark laughed, “When I heard your dad tell you not to leave your underwear around I almost told you not to worry about it. What’s the big deal?”

“Right? It’s just underwear,” I replied.

Mark got a big smile and said, “you know, Chase, I think we’re going to be just fine living together.”

There wasn’t much to the tour after that – a glance at his garage that was set up more like a second man cave with tools and another flat screen TV. The vibe of the house was comfortable, and I felt like I was truly going to enjoy my time here.

“Should we sit down and watch some TV until the food gets here?” Mark asked.

“Sounds great,” I replied, “but, uh, is it cool if I sit on your sofa in just a jock?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Mark asked with a chuckle. “Boy, if you’re ever in the house in anything but underwear or a towel, I’m going to assume you’re headed somewhere.”

The next week was fine as I adjusted to living in a new place. Mark was great at respecting my space and quickly learned to knock before busting into the guest room. By Friday, I wanted nothing more than to sit in my underwear and chill with Mark. Dad wouldn’t believe it if I told him, but I just wanted to relax.

“There he is,” Mark said walking in the door after work and putting his mail on the table.

His eyes examined my nearly-naked body as I made myself a sandwich wearing only a pair of old white briefs with a couple of small holes.

“Damn, Chase, do I need to take you underwear shopping?” Mark asked giving my butt a playful smack.

“Nah, they’re just getting good,” I smiled at Mark.

“Agreed,” he replied, “I love an old pair of briefs barely able to hold on to my junk.”

I could tell out of the corner of my eye that Mark was adjusting his bulge. Without thinking, I turned my head and looked at the mound in his dark navy dickies work pants. I felt him watching me as I watched him, and I looked up and made eye contact.

“Why don’t you go ahead and get showered,” I said desperate to break the awkward silence.

“I need it,” Mark said giving his pits a sniff. “Fuck, I’m ripe.”

He kept his arm up and moved it toward me signaling for me to smell. I moved in and inhaled a whiff his sweaty pit. He smelled so fucking good. He kept his arm in position, and I moved in closer and pressed my nose against his skin.

“You don’t smell bad,” I said softly. “It smells like a man.”

A smirk appears on Mark’s face before putting his arm down and looking at me.

“If you say so, stud,” Mark chuckled before giving my ass a swat and heading toward the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Mark yelled down the hall from the bathroom to me just as I’d swallowed the last bite of my sandwich.

“Chase, can you bring me a beer?” he called to me.

I didn’t answer, but I was quickly at the bathroom door with his beer. He was already in the shower and pulled back the curtain when he heard me. He stood fully naked in front of me as I brought him his beer in what felt like slow motion. My eyes were glued to his thick cock above a perfect set of shaved balls. I couldn’t and didn’t even tried to hide the fact that I was staring at his package. Mark followed my eyes and looked down at his junk.

“Something wrong?” Mark asked taking the beer.

“Uh, no,” I stammered. “Just know a good cock and balls when I see it.”

OK, now I was saying shit without thinking. I felt my cock stirring in my briefs as I kept standing in front of Mark.

“Thanks, stud,” Mark replied. “You want to … you wanna jump in with me? I mean, if you haven’t already showered after practice.”

I had showered after practice. It was obvious with my hair combed and the smell of my deodorant, but neither one of us gave a fuck. I quickly pulled down my briefs and got into the cramped shower with Mark.

“Here,” Mark said holding his beer with one hand and putting his other hand on my shoulder guiding me past him.

Our cock touched as I faced him and slid by. The contact immediately brought my cock to attention, and I turned to face the water in an attempt to hide my excitement. With such little room to spare, I quickly felt Mark’s hard cock against my ass and froze.

“Let me wash your back,” Mark said quietly before putting his beer on the ledge of the tub.

I heard him open the body wash and squirt some into his hands before they were moving across my back. Simultaneously, Mark’s cock moved up my butt and rested there with the tip of his penis against the top of my crack. I felt his arms move against my sides before his hands were against my pecs as he pulled me closer to him.

“Fuck,” I muttered just above a whisper as Mark’s mouth was close to my neck as his breath tickled my skin.

“You’re so handsome,” Mark said lowly in my ear.

I dropped my head back against his shoulder, and his mouth immediately began kissing the skin behind my left ear. I felt safe and at peace in that moment as he caressed my skin with his hands and his mouth. I slowly turned my head toward him and he gave me a sweet kiss on the lips. He pulled back and then turned my body toward him until our hard cocks were touching. We both went in for the kiss and began to make out as our hands explored each other’s bodies.

Lost in lust and with the feeling of tiny butterflies in my stomach, I didn’t realized that I had one hand holding his big balls while the other was playing with one of his nipples. A trigger for Mark, his nipples appeared to be hardwired to his now-leaking cock. His precum coated my wrist as I continued to hold his balls.

“Why don’t we get in my bed?” Mark asked after breaking our kiss.

I immediately turned around and shut the water off as he opened the curtain and stepped onto the tiny rug outside the tub. Mark didn’t fuck with a towel and quickly walked to his bed before getting on it. I watched as he got on all fours and turned to look at me.

“Eat my ass, baby,” he practically begged before pulling his ass cheeks apart with his hands.

I quickly got behind him and took a mental picture of the perfectly smooth pink hole in front of me. I had licked a few guys holes before, but from my limited experience this was prime man cunt. My tongue quickly started working on Mark’s ass as he moaned loudly from the feeling.

“Fuck, boy, you know how to eat a man’s ass,” Mark squealed. “You done this before?”

I didn’t answer. No talking. I needed to keep feeding on this perfect pink cunt. I don’t know how long I ate him out, but my tongue and entire face was aching when he finally demanded I fuck him.

“Stick that thick baseball jock dick inside me, baby,” Mark cooed. “Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve had a cock pounding my ass.”

I didn’t take my time, and I knew Mark didn’t want me to worry about easing into his hole. He needed my cock inside him as much as I did.

“Pound me, boy,” Mark instructed. “Give me that fucking cock. Deeper, you fucking slut.”

His dirty talk was exactly what I loved. I’d learned how much I liked it when I started railing one of the assistant football coaches months ago. From him, I learned that I liked a light choke, the smack of my ass, pulling hair – the raunchier the better.

“You like this big fucking cock?” I asked almost panting. “You need this dick drilling that little cunt, you fucking whore. You’re a fucking dirty cock whore.”

My words turned Mark on even more. He was trying to fuck himself on my hog, but I quickly reminded him I was in control. My cock, my rules.

“You’re a nasty little faggot,” I blurted out. “Ride this dick until I fill you with my jock seed, you pervert.”

I now pulled Mark’s neck back toward me causing his back to arch even more. He moaned loudly with pleasure as my cock slid in and out of his pretty pussy. We were both in heat and desperate to get our rocks off.

“Fuck my hole, slut,” Mark yelled. “Fuck me and breed my ass with your huge load.”

“Shit, you feel so fucking good, daddy,” I cried out as I unloaded an huge amount of sperm deep into his guts.

Mark felt me shooting deep into him and tried desperately to fuck himself on my dick as my orgasm slowed me down. I started thrusting into him again before he shot all over the bed below him. I slowly kept my cock moving inside him until he was fully spent.

“You dirty cum whore,” I said softly into his ear after pulling him against me.

Mark was out of breath and coming down from his high as I kissed his neck. Even after shooting an enormous load, I was so into this sexy fucking daddy and ready to go again.

He turned his head to me and we began kissing again. My still-boned cock was starting to get harder inside him as we made out. He moaned a little before he broke our kiss.

“Oh, no,” he said emphatically feeling my hard cock, “I’m going to pound your fucking hole this time.”

“Yes, sir,” I said smiling.

I slowly pulled my cock out of Mark and we sat on the edge of the bed leaning against each other as we caught our breath.

“Did you call me daddy?” Mark asked looking at me.

“Uh, yeah, I did,” I admitted. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, boy,” Mark said with another smirk. “That shit fucking turned me on so much.”

He looked at me more seriously now catching my attention.

“What?” I asked.

“Do you and your dad fuck around?” he questioned.

“What? No! Never!” I protested.

“But you’ve thought about it?” Mark asked.

“I mean, yeah, I have,” I replied. “Is that weird?”

“Fuck, I don’t think anything is weird, stud,” he comforted me. “I like wild, nasty fucking, and I can tell you do too. We’ll just have to see what adventures we can get ourselves into.”

Mark gave me a wink before grabbing my chin and pulling me in for a sweet, slow kiss.

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[maturedadsandmen]

He sauntered up to the lifeguard station me and my guard partner, Ken, were manning.  It was a pretty calm, boring day.  Both of us probably didn’t need to be there.  In fact, before the man walked up, I was a few minutes from telling Ken I was bagging on the rest of the day and heading home.  He couldn’t have been younger than 50, ripped as hell, with what looked like a nice bulge in his board shorts.

“Hi there,” he said, squinting in the sun.

I pulled my sunglasses down and peered over top of them.  Trying my best to sound authoritative, even though he had at least 15 - maybe even 20 - years on me, I asked, “How can help you, Sir?”

“I’ve walked down the beach all the way from the other end and I’m not very familiar with this end of the shore.  I’m finding myself needing to take a leak and I don’t want to just wade into the water and do it.  I was hoping you could tell me where the public restrooms are.”

“Sure.  They’re right over…”  I started to point in the direction they were located when I saw the look in his eyes.  It was a look I was pretty familiar with as he surveyed my body - well-maintained, if I want to brag on myself a little bit.  I smiled at him and winked.  “You know what.  They can be a little tricky to find.  Why don’t I walk you over to them?”

“I’d like that very much,” he said, smiling at me.

I told Ken, who had overheard the whole conversation, that I’d be right back.  Without saying anything, he merely shook his head and laughed.  He knows that I have a type and this guy fit it to a tee.

As we walked across the sand, toward the restrooms, I remarked to the DILF-y stud, “Maybe I’d better go inside with you…just to make sure the coast is clear.  You never know what kind of riff-raff might by hanging out inside.”

He clapped his hand on my back and rubbed it softly.  “I appreciate your dedication to my safety.  Top-notch lifeguarding!”

“How can I thank you for being so helpful?”

I don’t know about the guy, but all of this thinly-veiled sexual tension and innuendo was really getting my motor revved.  “I’m sure you’ll be able to think of a way.”  I wiggled my eyebrows at him as we arrived at the public restrooms.

“Lead the way,” he said, gesturing me to go ahead of him.  As I walked inside, not only did my cock feel like it was going to bust through my regulation swim trunks, I felt his eyes on my ass.  I couldn’t wait for what was about to happen…

[maturefine]

[twisted-talez]

“Would you rub my feet, big guy?” Uncle Bruce asked, his muscular legs stretched towards me in the sudsy bath tub, a devious smile plastered upon his bearded face. His hairy body was covered in soapsuds that did nothing to obscure the thick cock between his legs. “I could really use a foot rub,” he persisted.

“Uh—okay,” I agreed hesitantly, taking his feet into my hands, not realizing that his next request would have me walking funny for days.

Ever since I was a kid, it had been a favorite summer ritual to spend a few weeks at my Aunt Loretta’s house. Her husband Bruce largely ignored me, not knowing what to do with a somewhat effeminate boy who had no place in the über-masculine world that he occupied. And to be fair, the only interest I had in Bruce was the massive bulge between his legs.

But things changed the summer I turned eighteen. Uncle Bruce was suddenly, and perhaps predatorily, affectionate towards me. He started calling me “big guy.” He would tell me dirty jokes about slutty women, winking and mussing up my hair while I laughed obligingly. Bruce would also come up behind me at the breakfast table and give me a quick back rub, his hands grazing the top of my ass while working my lower back.

And then came the night when he barged into the bathroom while I took a bath, quickly closing the door behind him. With my body barely covered by a foamy inch of water, Bruce eyed me up and down—a wolf about to devour his prey.

“Mind if I join you, big guy?” he asked, pulling off his shirt and stripping off his shorts, his hairy cock flopped against his muscular thigh. “I could really use a soak.”

“W—where’s Aunt Loretta?” I stammered, my eyes fixated on his hairy body.

“Passed out in bed,” he winked. “She’s like the sleeping dead after four glasses of Merlot and an Ambien.”

Breaking the ice, he asked me to rub his feet. I nervously complied, unable to believe that I was sharing a bath with Bruce. Was he into me? Would he want to fuck me? The answers to those questions came quickly.

“You seem tense, big guy,” Bruce observed as I worked on his feet.

“I’m—I’m okay,” I answered, massaging his soles while he writhed in pleasure, his cock growing to a rigid eight inches between his hairy legs. “I’m not tense.”

“No. I can tell that you’re tense,” he insisted. “Turn around. Let me rub your back for you.”

Following orders, I propped myself up and leaned over the back of the tub, my back and ass presented to Bruce. On his knees behind me, the water sloshing about in the tub, he went straight to work, his hands digging into my shoulders.

“How’s this feel, big guy?” Bruce asked while working his magic down my spine, his strong hands kneading my muscles, driving me wild.

“Awesome,” I exhaled, melting to his touch.

“And how ‘bout this?” he prompted, the tip of his hard cock suddenly pressed against my virgin hole. “Does this feel good?”

“Uh huh,” I nodded.

“You want this cock inside you, big guy?” he whispered in my ear, his beard scratching my cheek as he pressed his body into me. “You want this big cock up your ass?”

“Yes,” I pleaded, years of pent-up desire for him releasing. “Fucking give me that big dick.”

Given the green light, Bruce wasted no time. With his hands digging into my shoulders for purchase, Bruce shoved his big cock up my ass. No lube. No spit. Just some soapy suds coating his thick shaft.

“FUCK,” I screamed, my virgin hole ripped apart as he plunged into my uncharted depths.

“Shhh,” he hissed in my ear, silencing me with his hand across my mouth. “Keep it down.”

I nodded solemnly as he released his hand, returning his attention to destroying my hole. I had always imagined my first time would be different. Maybe a boyfriend. Definitely a bed. The sex would be painless—hours of bliss. Instead, I got my hairy Uncle Bruce, in a bath tub, my hole on fire as he delivered a quick pump and dump with his huge cock. But, honestly, it felt fucking amazing.

“Fuck me,” I moaned, reveling in the joy of having a dick inside me for the first time. “Your big cock feels so good.”

“Yeah? I wish your Aunt Loretta felt the same,” he slapped my ass with his open palm as he proceeded to defile me, his wet balls smacking my hole rhythmically. “I’d rather have your tight hole than her baggy cunt, anyways.”

“Have you fucked a lot of guys?” I asked, my question ignored as my uncle reached climax.

“Get ready for it,” Bruce urgently announced after barely three minutes of thrusting deep inside me, the bath water sloshing out of the tub.

“Yeah, breed me,” I begged, like every bottom I’d ever seen in the gay porn on my phone.

“FUCK—SHIT,” Bruce grunted, releasing his seed in my hole, a deluge of warmth in my depths. I could feel his cock throbbing within me. He pulled out as soon as it stopped.

“Damn, I needed that,” he exhaled as he rose from the tub, a drop of pearly cum dangling from the tip of his cock before cannonballing into the soapy bath water.

“That was hot as fuck,” I exhaled, turning myself over in the tub, a virgin no more. “I loved when you—”

“Clean yourself up and get dried off,” Bruce cut me off, throwing a towel at me. “I want to find you ass up on your bed in five minutes for round two. This fuckin’ bath tub is a nightmare on my knees.”

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

From the Twisted-Talez Vault 🔓

[alphafaggotbreeder]

[gay-caption-stories-2]

Stop and Yield

Jake remembered yelling.

“What the fuck were you doing?” he snapped, shoving a finger toward the crushed fender. “You came out of nowhere.”

The man slammed his truck door hard enough to make Jake flinch. “I had the lane.”

“Bullshit. You were on your phone.”

“I was looking at the road, asshole.”

The man stepped closer, jaw tight, face flushed with a dark, sudden fury. Bigger. Broader. Casting a heavy shadow over the hot blacktop.

Jake kept going anyway. His pride pushed him right into the stranger’s space.

“You think because you’re big you can just crowd people off the—"

“Keep running that loud mouth,” the man growled.

Jake let out a short, sharp laugh. “Or what?”

The man’s eyes dropped to Jake’s lips.

“Or I’ll give it something useful to do.”

Jake opened his mouth to snap back.

The word never landed.

A heavy hand hit the back of his neck. The downward force dropped him hard, knees striking coarse asphalt, palms jerking uselessly at his sides. Heat rose from the road in waves. Engines ticked behind him. Horns dragged past in long, ugly bursts while the metallic click of a belt snapped open above his face.

“Open.”

Jake glared up through his lashes, jaw locked.

The man’s thumb and forefinger dug into the hinges of his jaw, forcing the bone down.

“I said open.”

The blunt head of his cock pressed in all at once.

Thick heat split Jake’s mouth wide. His lips stretched around it. His tongue flattened under the weight. The first shove hit too deep, too fast, and his throat seized around the crown with a wet, choking spasm.

Spit flooded under his tongue.

His eyes watered immediately.

“There,” the man panted, fist tightening in Jake’s hair. “That’s better. Nice and quiet.”

Jake made a furious sound around him, muffled and useless.

The man shoved deeper.

The sound broke into gagging.

Jake’s throat clamped hard, fighting the intrusion, then opened in a helpless pulse as the cock forced its shape into him. The shaft dragged over his tongue, slick with spit and precum, hot and heavy enough to make his jaw burn. He tried to pull air through his nose, but the next thrust stole it from him.

The man used his grip like leverage.

Forward. Deep. Hold.

Back. Breath. Spit.

Forward again.

Jake’s whole body flinched with each drive. His fingers dug into his jeans. His shoulders hitched. The heat of the road pressed through his knees while the cock pressed deeper into his throat, turning every angry word into wet, broken noise.

“Still got something to say?”

Jake gagged around him.

“Yeah. Thought so.”

The thrusts turned rough. Angry. Each one drove the argument farther out of him. His pride had no room down there. Only the fist in his hair. The hard road under him. The thick cock stretching his mouth open and teaching his throat to yield.

Spit spilled down his chin and soaked his collar.

His face burned with every passing car. Light flickered across them in quick flashes. Jake felt exposed from the inside out, opened and silenced in the same brutal rhythm, his body reacting before his mind could recover. His throat tightened, opened, tightened again, learning the size of him.

The man groaned and drove in deeper.

Jake’s nose brushed coarse hair. His throat locked around the base. Panic sparked through his chest, then sank under the heavy pulse of the cock buried in him.

The man held him there when he came.

Jake felt the first hot spasm deep in his throat. Cum spilled straight into him, thick and bitter, flooding past his tongue before he could cough. He swallowed on reflex, choking around the shaft as another pulse followed. Then another. His eyes squeezed shut. His throat worked helplessly, taking each wave because the cock left him nowhere else to put it.

When the man pulled free, Jake coughed hard.

Cum and spit clung to his lips. A thick strand slipped from his mouth and dripped to the asphalt between his knees.

Above him, the man tucked himself away, still breathing hard.

“Next time,” he said, looking down at him, “watch your mouth.”

Jake stayed on his knees.

His jaw hung loose. His throat kept working around the bitter heat coating his tongue, around the ache the cock had left behind. The anger was gone. The argument was gone. All that remained was the hot blacktop under his palms and the taste of the man still sitting deep in his mouth.

His place had been made clear.

[bold-new-look]

[twisted-talez]

“Dude—what the fuck are you doing in here?” I gasped upon finding Chad, my sister’s recent ex-boyfriend, naked in my bed and stroking his big cock. I wanted to pinch myself, taking in his gorgeous face, those chiseled abs, and that big dick. Chad was straight, a total pussy hound. Surely, there had to be some mistake. “How did you get in here?” I demanded.

“Kayla told me to return the spare key she had given me, while she’s at work,” Chad explained. “But I thought I might wait here for you.”

“For me?” I responded incredulously.

“Let’s not pretend you’re not attracted to me,” Chad taunted, still stroking his cock. “I know you want me—and my big dick. Now’s your chance, bro.”

“I—I don’t think this is a good idea,” I protested feebly.

“Why not?” he countered. “Your sister dumped my ass. I’m a free man. I can stick my dick wherever I want—and I’m choosing your ass. You know you want this big cock.”

Chad was right. I did want his big cock. I used to eavesdrop on Kayla telling her girlfriends how Chad had a big one—a real pussy splitter—and that it was a lot to take. Sure, she was complaining. But I could tell she secretly loved getting dicked down by a big one. The two of us had that in common. And so it was nearly impossible to turn down Chad’s offer to give me that big dick. But I wasn’t going to make it easy on him.

“You just want to fuck me to get back at my sister for dumping your ass,” I argued.

“Yeah, that’s partly true,” Chad laughed. “But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re a slutty size queen who wants to ride me. It’s a win-win for both of us.”

A win-win. How could I argue with that?

“Okay,” I surrendered far too easily. “You can fuck me.”

“Good,” he smiled wickedly. “Then climb on this cock and ride it.”

Dutifully, I stripped down in front of him. Reaching into my bedside table, I pulled out a bottle of lube and a Trojan.

“You can forget about that condom,” he barked. “Kayla always made me wrap it so she wouldn’t get pregnant. But you’re gonna take my babies, got it?”

“Uh huh,” I nodded, secretly eager to have Chad’s warm load inside me.

Deftly, I lubed up my hole while Chad watched with eager anticipation. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Get that cunt good and wet for this big dick.”

With my hole readied for him, I tossed the lube aside. Climbing onto the bed, I straddled Chad—and promptly sat upon his big dick, expertly taking him to the balls.

“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled slowly. “Your hole is so fuckin’ tight.”

“Tighter than Kayla’s pussy?”

“Duh,” he laughed. “Now ride this big dick. Ride it like you own it.”

Placing my hands on Chad’s firm pecs, my hard cock resting on his washboard abs, I raised my hips and began to work my hole up and down his swollen shaft. Rhythmically, I worked his cock like a piston, taking every inch of him in and out of me—over and over.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he marveled, propping his muscular arms behind his head. “I think you’ve done this before.”

“You think?” I laughed in jest, grinding down on him harder.

“Your sister was always so vanilla when we fucked,” Chad shared as I continued to bob up and down on him. “But you—I always knew you’d be a dirty slut in bed.”

“I think you’ll find I’m nothing like Kayla,” I replied, activating my sphincter, gripping his cock from within me. Expertly, I contracted and released his shaft, massaging his cock inside my depths.

“Holy fuck,” he exhaled, his toes curling. “It’s like you’re jacking my cock with your ass. How the fuck are you doing that?”

“Lots of practice,” I purred, licking my lips, reveling in the feeling of his big cock inside of me—a cock that once belonged to my sister but was now mine.

Eagerly, I began to pick up the pace, riding Chad’s big dick like my life depended on it. Chad’s hands went to my hips, slamming my body up and down on him harder and harder, faster and faster—pushing his cock into my warm depths deeper and deeper. The pace was too fast, his desire too frenzied. It couldn’t last.

“Dude,” he warned, biting his lip, “I think I’m gonna—I’m gonna—FUCK, bro—get ready for it.”

“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Gimme that nut. Fuckin’ breed my ass.”

“FUCK,” Chad grunted in release, his head hitting the wall behind my bed as his body convulsed beneath me, his big cock throbbing rhythmically inside me. A warmth emanated from deep within me as his thick load coated my depths.

With his balls now fully emptied inside me, I quickly dismounted. Upon release, Chad’s wet, cum-slicked cock slapped against his meaty thigh. Ravenously, I dove between his legs and licked his cock clean, sucking the last bit of cum out of his cock slit.

“Damn, you are a dirty slut,” he laughed. “And full service.”

“I aim to please,” I smiled devilishly. “But you better get your ass outta here before Kayla gets home from work. You got what you came for.”

“Shit,” he scrambled off the bed, yanking on his crumpled clothes from off the floor. “Here,” he pulled out the spare key from his pocket. “I better leave this with you.”

“Nah,” I refused. “Keep the key. You can use it whenever you want to fuck me again.”

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely,” I affirmed.

And then Chad did something that I never would have expected—he pulled me into his arms and kissed me, tongue and all.

“I’ll be back later tonight,” he assured me with a slap on the ass. “So plan on giving up that sweet cunt to me again.”

“But—but what about Kayla?” I stammered.

“What about her?” Chad laughed. “Your sister dumped my ass, which means she gets no say as to where I stick my dick.”

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