“You got my text?” my dad’s hunky buddy Tom asked in his deep voice, standing in the shallow end of the pool while holding his phone, a smile spreading beneath his thick stache. Other than his favorite ball cap, Tom wore only a tight pair of speedos, the afternoon sun kissing his muscular, hairy body. “I thought maybe we could take a dip in the pool before dinner,” he added, placing his phone on the pool deck.
Dad and Tom went way back. They were best buddies since well before I was born, having served in the Army together. Tom was like a second dad to me, and he would have been my godfather had we been a church-going family.
Tom had never married, always bragging that no woman could handle him or his big dick. And though he joked it was highly probable that he had fathered a kid or two from his frequent one-night stands, I was the only kid that he treated like a surrogate son.
Thus, it seemed natural that Tom would invite me over for dinner when my parents were out of town for the weekend. On my way to his house, he texted me, instructing me to meet him at the pool in his backyard. Wearing nothing but a speedo, Tom asked me to join him for a dip in the pool.
“I didn’t bring my swim trunks,” I replied, trying not to stare at his deliciously hairy body. “You got a pair that I could borrow?”
“Who needs swim trunks?” Tom smiled lasciviously, yanking off his speedo, his big cock buoyed by the pool water. “We’re both men here. Swim trunks are for pussies.”
“Damn straight,” I agreed, stripping out of my clothes and tossing them onto a deck chair. I couldn’t believe my luck. I was getting buck naked with my dad’s best buddy, the object of my wettest dreams. Sure, I knew Tom was straight and a connoisseur of pussy, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy ogling his naked body.
“Looks like I’m not gonna be the only one with a big dick in the pool today,” Tom declared, eyeing my big one as I waded into the pool, joining him. “That’s one nice slab of meat you got there.”
“Thanks,” I replied modestly.
“You pounding a lot of pussy with that big hammer back at school?” he asked, reaching for a couple of beers he had placed by the side of the pool. He tossed one to me before popping open the other one for himself. “I bet the bitches love creaming on that big dick you got.”
“I wish,” I sighed, popping open my can of beer, an ejaculation of suds running down the side of the can. “I haven’t smashed pussy in months.”
“I don’t believe that for one minute,” Tom laughed before taking a chug of beer. “A good-looking guy like you with a big dick is not scoring pussy? Shit, when I was your age, I was dumping my seed all over town. Bitches couldn’t get enough.”
“It’s not like that anymore,” I informed Tom. “All my buddies are hard up, too. Girls today are playing the long game, wanting love and commitment. It can be months of dating before you even get to first base. It’s rare to find a bitch who is just down to fuck.”
“I’m down to fuck,” Tom stated, crumpling his empty beer can, tossing it on the pool deck.
“Yeah, no shit,” I laughed. “You’re always down to fuck some bitch. I’m always down to fuck, too. But I don’t see any pussy here.”
“How about my pussy?” Tom asked, turning around and presenting his meaty ass to me, pool water sluicing down his hairy body.
“You—you take cock?” I stammered, shocked to the core that my dad’s über-masculine buddy, a self-proclaimed pussy hound, was offering up his ass to me. “You let guys fuck you?”
“Fuck yeah,” Tom affirmed, turning to face me once more. “I love sex, and I’m not about to limit my chances by restricting myself to one side of the playground. Something tells me that you feel the same. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
“Yeah—I think you’re hot as fuck,” I confessed. “I used to jack off in my bed on the nights when you and Dad would drink beers on the back porch, fantasizing that you would come up to my room and get under the covers with me.”
“Well, that doesn’t have to be a fantasy anymore,” Tom pulled me into him, his muscular arms wrapping around my body. “Come upstairs with me,” he invited, his breath hot at my ear. “I want you to fuck the shit outta me with that big cock.”
Five minutes later, I was flat on my back upon Tom’s bed as he sucked my big cock, my shaft disappearing beneath his thick stache. Jesus, the man had some mad oral skills—far better than the toothy blowjobs I was used to receiving from clueless bitches. His throat was a fucking Hoover on my big one, his lips locked on my shaft, repeatedly taking me from base to tip in his throat pussy.
“I could suck you all night,” Tom shared, coming up for air. “But I’m not looking to be fed tonight. I want your load up my ass.”
I watched in eager anticipation as Tom sat up and straddled me, his muscular thighs on either side of my body. With his meaty fist, he reached around and grabbed my cock, guiding it to his awaiting hole. And then in one, swift motion, Tom promptly sat upon my cock.
“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, my head tipping back in ecstasy upon the pillow beneath me, my cock probing deep into his warm abyss.
“Christ, I love riding a big dick,” Tom moaned, sliding all the way down on my member, my balls mashed against his tight hole. “Damn, you’ve got a hole stretcher.”
Deftly, he proceeded to ride me hard, twerking his ass upon my rigid rod. No bitch had ever enjoyed taking my cock in that position, always complaining that it was too much work. But Tom wasn’t afraid of a little work—his fuck canal gripping my big one hard, methodically working out my load.
“Fuck, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” I exclaimed, propping my arms behind my head as I watched him. “No bitch has ever ridden my cock like this.”
“Well, I’m no bitch,” Tom winked, grinding down hard on me, mashing into my pelvis. “Only a true man can ride a cock this big.”
His hands moved to my chest, his fingers digging into my pecs as he leaned forward and raised his ass. The change in angle was mind-blowing, my big dick drilling even deeper into his fuck canal. I looked up as Tom’s eyes began to roll back into his head, his cock growing rock hard as it pounded against my abs rhythmically.
“I’m—I’m gonna shoot,” he warned, his voice deep and gravely, his cock head purple and swollen. “OH FUCK—FUCK,” he grunted, his load blasting from his cock and spraying all over my face and chest. I opened my mouth, extending my tongue, tasting his creamy ambrosia as it rained upon me. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt, his sphincter pulsing around my cock with each spurt of his dick.
“FUCK,” I gasped, my own cock swelling in his depths, my own orgasm awakened by the seismic waves in Tom’s bowels that were consuming my cock. “Shit, man—I’m gonna—I’m gonna—AWW FUCK—AWW SHIT,” my body convulsed under him, my warm load flooding his guts.
Tom continued to ride me like a bucking bronco, my cum spurting into his bowels as his own cock continued to spill his seed upon my body. Our shared ejaculations were the most intense orgasm that I had ever experienced.
“Damn, I needed that,” Tom exhaled, collapsing his weight upon my body as our cocks gave up the last of our seed in unison. Our bodies remained melded together, the beast with two backs, until Tom finally dismounted. My cock flopped audibly against my thigh, my pearly load escaping his gaping hole and pooling on the sheet below us.
“Jesus, I made a fucking mess of you,” he apologized, my body covered in his pearly load. “How about a shower?” he offered, pulling me off the bed and leading me into his bathroom. Within minutes, my cock was back inside Tom, fucking his sloppy hole up against the tile wall of the shower as steam billowed around us.
The rest of the weekend turned into a debaucherous fuck-fest as we screwed almost non-stop. We took short breaks to eat and sleep. But after only an hour of shuteye, I would awaken to my dick down Tom’s throat, readying me for his greedy cunt again.
I made it back home on Sunday night, my balls fully depleted, arriving a mere thirty minutes before my parents returned from their weekend trip. Mom gave me a peck on the cheek before heading upstairs to do the unpacking. Dad lingered behind, looking at his phone before pulling a beer out of the fridge.
“Tom texted me just now,” Dad began, popping open the beer. “He said that you were at his house all weekend.”
“Yeah, we hung out at his pool, and—”
“Did you fuck him?” Dad asked pointedly.
“Wait—what?” I played dumb.
“You heard me,” Dad doubled down. “It’s a simple question, son. Did you fuck Tom’s ass?”
“Yeah,” I admitted sheepishly, unable to look Dad in the eye. “I fucked him.”
“That’s my boy,” Dad held up the palm of his hand to high-five me. “Tom’s cunt is fucking incredible.”
“Wait—you’ve fucked him, too?”
“More times than I can count,” Dad winked. “Your mother is gonna be out Wednesday night for her book club. I’ll invite Tom over for beers. You won’t believe how much he loves having two cocks up his ass at once.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
