Just a random guy

[ohhhmydad]

[slut-ready-to-serve]

In November, my partner arranged for me to meet a guy who wasn’t far away. He was an older guy in his late 60s, but from the photos, he was pretty hot. I arrived on time and he opened the door when I rang the doorbell, the photos didn’t do him justice. He was a good-looking man, he welcomed me into his home and immediately we started to make out in the hallway.

As we kissed and fondled each other, we started to move towards the stairs and led me to his bedroom. We continued to make out, and he then took off his trousers and shirt and sat down a chair that was next to the window. “On your knees and crawl to my crotch, no touching, just sniff and used to my scent,” he said, I did as I was told and got deep into his crotch, smelling his manly scent. He put his hand on my head and turned me to the left. It was there that I saw a laptop with a webcam. He was streaming live our little fun.

He turned my head back to face his crotch, his cock rock hard in his black briefs, he adjusted himself to allow him to pull down his underwear and out popped this 7 inch beer can thick cock. He told me to start to suck but slowly and to look up at him as I did. I sucked his cock slowly, using my tongue to lick every inch from the tip to his balls. I looked up as I did and I could see him relaxing, leaning back as I sucked his daddy cock.

He grabbed my head again, moving his fingers through my hair. He then grabbed my head with both hands and started to fuck my face, “Look at the camera boy, I want the people to see what kind of slut you are”.

I was gagging on his thick cock as I saw on the live feed me sucking his cock, pushing me down to take it all. He then stood up and told me to take off my clothes and get on all fours on the side of bed. He adjusted the laptop and the camera so my ass was on display, my tight hole exposed on the stream. He positioned himself so he could rim me and people could watch my hole get wet.

His tongue work on my hole was excellent, spitting on my hole and using various tongue movements to give me different sensations. I was moaning in ecstasy and bliss. He then pushed me into a position where my ass was in the air, my back arched, I knew this position he was going to mount me like a horse stallion mounts a mare, he wanted the viewers to see my ass get stretched out.

As he applied a combination of lube and spit, he slowly inserted himself in me, I squealed like a pig just struggling to take it.

“Come on bitch, your said partner said you could take it and squeal all you want, I know it will fit and you want it, beg for it”

I took deep breaths as slowly inch by inch slid in me, eventually I felt the sensation of his cock completely filling my hole. He gave a minute to adjust, but honestly, at this point, I wanted hard, I begged him to fuck me like a whore. He obliged and took me to pound town, just ramming his beer can thick cock in and out, my hole was no longer tight but loose.

I felt that this is where I belong, being on the receiving end of a massive cock, he kept fucking in this position for few minutes before pulling out, I felt it like I was empty and I needed back in. He had me hang off the edge of bed as skull fucked, my saliva, ass juice and his pre-cum dropping down my chin. He didn’t care at this point I was just a fuck toy for him to use.

After another few minutes, he moved into where I was facing the webcam in the doggy style position. He came around the other side, he wanted people to see my face as he fucked me hard. I honestly never felt so full in my life as he fucked me doggy style, I could see myself in the stream on the laptop, my eyes rolling back into my head.

I was screaming and moaning, begging him to fuck me harder, I felt his hands spanking my ass cheeks, the sound of his balls slapping butt.

“FUCK BOY, AM GOING TO CUM” he screamed as he pounded me harder then ever before, then I felt final push deep in my loose hole as he filled me with daddy seed. He kept pounding and pounding until every drop was deep inside of me. He pulled out and told me to turn around and expose my hole as the cum leaked out.

The experience was overwhelming. He told me to stand in front of him, so I was now facing the camera, and he was now on his knees below me. He wanted people to see my face as came, he wanted my cum all over his face. His was still leaking out my hole and down my leg. As I masturbated he reached underneath and fingered my sloppy hole. This sent me over the edge and came all over his face, it didn’t stop, I just kept going.

He got up and wiped it off with a towel on the side cabinet, we sat on the bed for a bit and chilled. We were out of shot of the camera, we were catching our breath, my hole was so loose it was just amazing experience for both of us. After about 20 mins or so, we started to make out again, and we were both rock-hard again.

He led me back in front of the laptop, which was still streaming he sat on bed and told me to ride him. I had no issue taking his cock at this point, I was facing him as I rode his cock all the way up and down. We were both moaning again, and he then told me to turn around to face the camera.

I was still on top but now facing the laptop, and he told me to stand up slightly and lean back. He started to pound my wore out hole. Then as he was fucking me I came hands free and then flooded my hole a second time.

At this point, we were both tired, and both our energy levels were just gone. He turned over the webcam and stopped the stream. He allowed me to use his shower and get cleaned up, and I headed home, we left with a smile on our faces.

When I got home, my partner could tell I had a good time because I had a smile on my face, and I was limping into the house. I was so worn out, but my partner said I wasn’t done yet because he wanted a blow job from me. He said he saw the livestream, and he was hard the entire time. And as a good slut I got my knees and fulfilled my duty and he came down my throat.

That was a good day.

[flasherdudenyc]

At checkout

[gay-caption-stories-2]

At checkout

The line’s crawling, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, carts creaking. Ahead, a guy’s loading his cart, wife chatting at the cashier. He’s tall, shoulders wide, jeans hugging a tight, round ass. I steal a half-second glance, pure reflex, eyes tracing the denim’s curve.

When they’re done, I step up, dumping some cold brews and a six-pack on the counter. The clerk looks up, buzzed hair, thick chest straining his polo, one hand braced on the counter, the other dangling low. His face is flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy.

“Hey,” I say, scanning the store. “You see a guy come through? Beard, gray shirt, my fiancé?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, voice tight. “Was here.”

“And?” I raise a brow, leaning on the counter.

“Walked off,” he says, shrugging, his shoulder twitching, hand gripping the counter harder. “Dunno.”

“Typical,” I laugh, shaking my head. “Guy vanishes when I need him.”

The clerk exhales, slow, shaky. His jaw clenches, eyes fixed somewhere past me, like he’s zoned out. A faint, wet sound—steady, rhythmic—hums under the counter, barely audible over the store’s din. I don’t clock it, just tap my fingers, waiting as he rings my items up.

“You’re cute,” I say, smirking, offhand. “Kinda my guy’s type, honestly.”

He doesn’t react, but his jaw twitches, lips tightening. His hips shift, subtle, and he swallows hard, nostrils flaring. The wet sound quickens, soft and slick, and his knuckles whiten on the counter.

“You alright?” I ask, grin fading, tilting my head. “Looking kinda intense there.”

“I’m good,” he rasps, voice thin, eyes still distant. His shoulder jerks once, barely noticeable.

“Fuck,” he whispers, so soft I almost miss it. His hand claws the counter, body locking, a faint tremor running through him. He goes still, breath hitching, jaw rigid.

I blink, grab the receipt he slides over, and scoop my bag, not thinking twice. My eyes drift to the hallway by the registers, and there he is.

Not my fiance. The cute dad from the line. Alone, no wife, no cart, leaning against the wall near the bathroom door. His eyes lock on mine. My gaze drops. His jeans strain, a thick bulge jutting, blatant, unashamed. My mouth waters, a hot flush crawling up my chest.

He nods, once, sharp, then turns, pushing into the bathroom. I glance back—the clerk’s still frozen, wiping his brow—and I’m moving, steps quiet, bag swinging, following the father into the bathroom.

[daddiesland-deactivated20200721]

[cumboyintn]

The view your man sees on Tuesday nights.

[cumboyintn]

I sometimes am my own worst enemy. Take for example the other night when I was sitting in my chair in the living room mindlessly scrolling through my phone when my boyfriend of six months mentions that he was feeling kind of hot and sticky and was going to get a shower.

I didn’t look up when Ben stood from his chair but my mind heard the click from his phone being set down on the table by his chair. Perfectly normal, but my dumb ass mind said, time to see what Ben has on his phone.

As soon as I heard the shower turn on, I grabbed his phone and began snooping. I knew better. Respect privacy. But the Snoopy bitch in me was on full patrol and this was the perfect time to do it.

The first thing I checked was the messages. He had about a hundred of them going back from way before we met. Damn! Didn’t he ever delete anything?

There were at least thirty different guys as they all started with the pic swaps. Some of them I knew from being on the same social media as them. As I proceeded I seemed to sense a general trend in Ben’s taste of men. He liked the older daddy type when he could. He definitely got a lot more spicy in his texting with them. Put some hair on that chest and a bit of salt and pepper around the temple and Ben was ready to show his imitation of a hoover for them.

He had my old history teacher in there tempting him with an around the world tonguing. The guy who cut meats at the grocery store wanted to give him a pounding. Man I will never look at these guys the same again.

Then I came across the biggest surprise. It was from a guy named Poppy. His picture showed a fucking forest of grey chest hair just below a righteous handlebar moustache. I knew that face anywhere. It was my grandpa Jack.

The message was so out of character with my grampa that if I hadn’t seen the picture I would never have guessed it was him. But there is no mistaking his pic.

The text started out flirty, like the rest of them. Ben telling him how hot he looked and grampa getting right to business demanding to see the tight hole he was going to be filling. Ben sent a pic of his cheeks spread apart while his legs were pulled up over his shoulders. Grampa growled and said that he was going to tongue fuck that pretty hole first before he stretched it wide enough for this. Then grampa sent a pic of a thick, thick cut dick with precum leaking out the tip. He must trim things way down as there was barely any bush where I would’ve expected a thicket of grey curls.

The conversation was continued but it was obviously a few days later and grampa talking about how glad he was that his Boo was willing to come see him. He said that he looked forward to having that hungry mouth wrapped around his cock again. Haven’t felt suction like that since he was in the army. There was always sluts available, but if you wanted the best you got a fag boy and you never went wrong.

Ben remarked that his ass was still itching for a good fuck from Daddy. The story was so fucking interesting I didn’t hear the shower turn off. I might’ve gotten caught had Ben not shut the bathroom door. It was the opening of it that alerted me to close up shop and put his phone back.

I figured I’d been caught because the phone would’ve been warm from me holding it, but he went to the kitchen and got himself a bowl of ice cream instead. At that point I knew I was going to need to dump a load of sperm in the worst way. I snuck up behind him and nibbled on his just cleaned ear which caused him to tell me that If I wanted that I needed to go shower too. Fair is fair. I kissed him as I snuck off to the bathroom but I couldn’t keep my hands off my dick while I showered. Ended up blowing a load down the drain before I finished. Didn’t stop me from lying across the bed afterwards and allowing myself to be ravaged by my baby the DILF hunter.

I decided to create some excitement and managed to set up a summer BBQ at our place and invited my parents, my brother and his family as well as grampa Jack and Ben’s folks. I just told Ben that it was time that our families met each other since we seemed to be Rick solid.

On the Saturday afternoon of the event I set up to be the host with Ben in charge of drinks. My brother Mike took over grill duties as that was where he always seemed to go. We were all having fun with my nephews and niece running around enjoying the kiddy pool. The big event for me was when grampa Jack arrived. Up til then, Ben had not met my grampa face to face so when he arrived I took him over to meet my boyfriend.

The look on Ben’s face was priceless. The look on grampa’s was straight out of a well written gay novel. His eyes smoldered as he saw Ben, then he hugged him tight and pulled him in to be buried face first in his chest. Im not sure but I swore I heard him mutter that he was going to fuck him harder than ever.

Ben became quiet after that but made sure to keep an eye on grampa the rest of the afternoon. A little later when grampa asked where my bathroom was, I called Ben over to take grampa inside and show him. Funny, it took twenty minutes to show him that room. And when they came back out Ben was wearing a different shirt and grampa was wearing a smile.

The day ended with grampa inviting Ben and me to come help him get his yard and basement organized. I made Mom and Dad smile when I said of course we would.

That night as we sat in our chairs, I asked Ben what happened to the light blue shirt he was originally wearing? His face went pale before he admitted that it got torn when my grampa yanked it over my head. I laughed. He looked at me and accused me of knowing.

I confessed that I had seen the texts on his phone and lets face it, grampa has a very distinguished moustache. The fact that you fucked around with grampa before me actually turned me on so much I popped out several loads just thinking about it.

His face changed expression as he learned about my predilection with other men and him. He smiled as he told me that grampa didn’t just yank his shirt off. He stuffed that thick duck of his down my throat as well. Fucked me like a bitch in heat until he flooded my mouth with his load. Said he plans on sending you to clean his basement while he fucks my ass again. He’s gotta get some lube as he hasn’t needed any since he was fucking me before.

When he saw how hard I was, Ben just grinned and told me that he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. Gets the handsome man to wear to the club and the fucking animal to ride him in the sheets. You know your grampa has the biggest cock I ever fucked? My ass is twitching thinking about getting him up there again.

He then stood up and walked to the bedroom. I quickly rose to follow but was stopped at the bedroom door. Ben looked at me and said that my grampa told him not to let that little pisher of a grandson get near my hole until he says so. Says he wants my ass nice and tight like it used to be. Love ya baby, but your grampa wins this one!

When we got to grampa’s place on Thursday afternoon, he met us at the door wearing only a loose fitting pair of tighty whiteys. He slid his hand into Ben’s shorts and began fingering his hole as he stared at me and told me that the cuck needs to clean the dust and grime in the basement. I’ve already given you a box of trash bags and you can grab a cold bottle of water on your past the fridge.

Then he faced Ben and kissed him like a long lost lover and as he released his mouth he then told me that he’d call me up when he was finished fucking the hell out of my slut. Then he slipped his shorts off and directed Ben to get busy. As my baby dropped to his knees, I watched my grampa latched a big meaty paw around his head and direct him to his goal of nose against fuzz.

Grampa looked up at me and told me to get my ass downstairs and he better not find any cum soaked rags. You’re here to work, not jerk!

[oregonboyluvs2rim]

[gay-caption-stories-2]

The cold brick of the alleyway was a jagged shock against Miles’ skin, but it was nothing compared to the blunt, massive cock already buried inside him. This was supposed to be a theatrical pout to make Tucker chase him out the bar on Valentine’s, but Miles was now pinned against the wall in a steep, vulnerable arch, his knees barely keeping him upright as he was being driven into the masonry.

The first man was already mid-rhythm, his hands like iron clamps on Miles’ face. The cock was huge, a thick, unyielding weight hollowing him out. A palm was slammed over Miles’ face, crushing his lips against his teeth to stifle the jagged cries that threatened to spill out into the night.

“Miles! Come on, I’m sorry! Where’d you go?”

Tucker’s voice echoed at the mouth of the alley, right there. Miles tried to lurch forward, but the man behind him hiked his hips higher, pinning him harder against the brick. The first man leaned into his ear, his voice a gravelly whisper.

“Don’t make a sound, Miles. Think about what he’d see. You, pinned against a wall, getting ruined by his friends? He’d look at you like you’re trash.”

The man’s rhythm became a heavy, rhythmic slap of skin on skin that echoed off the narrow walls. As Tucker’s footsteps grew closer, Miles’ internal muscles clamped down in a desperate, terrified clench.

“God, you just got so tight,” the man grunted, his breath hitching as he hit his limit. “I can’t… stay in…” He bottomed out with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside Miles, the hot, thick breeding filling him to the brim. The sensation was so overwhelming that Miles nearly buckled, a muffled, broken sound escaping through the man’s fingers—a sound so loud it had Tucker stopping dead.

“Hello? Is someone there?”

The man pulled out with a wet, heavy drag and stepped back, casually buckling his belt. He strolled toward the alley entrance to block the view, lighting a cigarette as the second man immediately stepped into the space between Miles’ legs.

“Hey, man,” the first guy called out to Tucker, his voice perfectly relaxed. “It’s just us. Me and the big man just caught some little slut snooping around—we’re just giving her what she asked for.”

While he spoke, the second man drove in all at once. The entry was brutal, made worse by the slick, excessive volume of the first man’s leftover cum. It created a loud, unmistakable slop—a wet, squelching sound that echoed clearly toward the street where Tucker was standing.

“Your guy stormed off toward the street. Didn’t look happy.”

Tucker let out a disgusted snort, sounding embarrassed. “Figures. Drama king. Well, don’t let me stop y'alls fun. Ruin the slut well. She probably needs it if she he’s hanging around the dump back here.”

Miles’ eyes went wide, his fingers clawing at the mortar as he bit down on his own knuckles to hold back any noise that might give him away. Every thrust was a punishing thud, the wet, saturated sounds of the friction so loud that Tucker had to be hearing exactly how “ruined” he was. Miles stayed silent, shaking with the effort of not calling out Tucker’s name, his body shaking under the force of the second man’s depth.

“Alright, alright,” Tucker’s voice finally drifted away. “I’m gonna go find Miles before he actually leaves the neighborhood.”

The moment the sound of Tucker’s footsteps faded, the last thread of Miles’ restraint snapped. He let go of his hand, a loud, broken moan tearing out of his throat as he sobbed into the dark, his body completely surrendered to the second man’s pace.

[same-ole-g0y-stuff]

[jocksidagain]

Your boyfriend of three years proposed to you yesterday. It took you a little by surprise, but you said yes. Of course you said yes. You guys were perfect for each other.

Didn't stop you being a cumrag for anonymous DL dick from Grindr later that same day. Guess your boyfriend - sorry, fiancé - doesn't know how much of a depraved piece of fuckmeat you really are.

[otwayboi-blog]

[kensprof]

[gay-caption-stories-2]

Daydreaming

Nick heard the front door close an hour ago, his husband leaving for work in the early hours of the morning like always. The apartment had fallen into its usual silence — fridge humming, pipes ticking faintly. He sprawled naked on his stomach, cheek pressed to the pillow, slipping in and out of shallow sleep.

Some time later the mattress dipped. A hand skimmed down his back, fingertips tracing his spine. Still half-dreaming, Nick smiled faintly into the pillow.

“Back already?” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

The touch paused. Then a voice — low, deep, not his husband’s — brushed against his ear.

“Just relax. Stay heavy. You’re safe.”

Nick’s eyes cracked open. Too heavy to focus. His arms twitched, trying to push up, but only dragged weakly against the sheets. His cheek shifted on the pillow, but his body wouldn’t rise.

That wasn’t his husband’s voice. The thought jolted him clear for half a heartbeat, a thrum of wrong sparking through his chest—

“Shhh.” Velvet now, patient and steady. “Breathe in. Good. Out. Good. You’re so tired… no need to move. Just stay exactly where you are.”

The words slid into him, slow and warm. The spark dulled, drifting off. His chest eased. His muscles slackened.

Palms settled on his hips, warm, broad, kneading him open a little. The stranger’s weight pressed into the mattress behind him, breath steady and close. Fingers grazed the crease of his ass, circling lazily around his rim without pressing in. Teasing. Coaxing.

“You don’t have to think right now,” the voice murmured. “You don’t have to decide. Just stay soft for me. Let me touch you.”

A groan slipped from Nick’s throat, muffled into the pillow. The thought still hovered — this isn’t him — but it was thin, brittle. The warmth spreading through his body was heavier, louder. His hips tilted slightly back under the stranger’s hands, as though his body already knew what to do.

The mattress cupped Nick’s body, sheets clinging faintly to his skin. Each slow pass of the stranger’s fingers down his ass blended into that same comfort, rocking him as if the bed itself were lulling him deeper.

The fingertip circled his rim, patient, rhythmic. Not pressing, just waiting for him to melt.

“That’s good…” the voice whispered, steady as a heartbeat. “Feel how heavy you are. The bed’s holding you. Keeping you safe. You don’t need to move. Just sink. Just drift.”

Nick exhaled, long and shaky, the sound flattening into a groan. His muscles softened. For a moment, though, a spark cut through the haze — this shouldn’t be happening. His toes curled tight against the sheets, his jaw clenching.

But the pressure stayed light. Gentle. The voice followed close.

“Don’t fight it. Just breathe. Let the bed carry it.”

The spark fizzled. His jaw loosened. His body slackened against the pillow.

A fingertip slipped inside. His face scrunched, a faint whimper catching in his throat. His hole clenched down, but then eased open again, the calm wrapping too tightly to resist.

Another finger joined, twisting deeper.

Nick moaned, muffled and low. His hips twitched once, then sagged back. His cock pressed into the sheets, swelling, leaking a damp patch he couldn’t stop.

“Every time I touch you,” the voice murmured into his ear, “you can let go a little more. Doesn’t matter why. Doesn’t matter how. It’s just easy.”

The fingers moved in slow thrusts, stretching him, massaging him loose. Each push set him trembling, each pull left him melting further. His ass began to open with the rhythm, learning the pattern faster than his thoughts could catch it.

By the time the hand slipped away, leaving him twitching and gaping, Nick was panting into the pillow, heavy-limbed and pliant.

Then the blunt weight of something hotter, thicker pressed against his hole. Not fingers. A cock.

It nudged slow, steady, as if it had all the time in the world.

“Shhh… just breathe,” the voice whispered, syrup-thick. “Don’t chase it. Don’t fight it. Let me drift inside you.”

Nick’s lips parted. His body went slack. The first push carried the head inside him, and he felt himself give, completely.

The cock pressed deeper, stretching him, thick and slow. Nick’s fingers twisted into the sheets, his face buried in the pillow, moans muffled and raw. His cock dragged wetly against the fabric with every thrust, drooling precum into a dark, spreading patch.

It was wrong. Every thrust reminded him — wrong voice, wrong body. His chest heaved with the panic, but the haze wrapped around it, smoothing it down.

“Breathe,” the voice murmured, close and warm. “Stay heavy. Stay open.”

And his body did. His ass learned the rhythm, clenching and loosening in time with the strokes. His hips began to roll back without thought, meeting the cock like it was the only anchor holding him steady.

The pace built, bed creaking in slow cadence. His moans shifted — no longer protests, but open, needy sounds that betrayed him.

Then it burst out of him, unformed until it was too late:

“—want your cum. Breed me.”

Nick froze, his eyes wide against the pillow. His heart lurched. That was me. I said that.

The stranger’s hips stuttered mid-thrust, a grunt caught in his throat. For a beat, the room was filled with nothing but Nick’s ragged panting and the wet clutch of his ass around the buried cock.

Then the grip on his hip tightened, and the voice pressed hot against his ear, rougher now:

“Ohh… is that it? You want a stranger to breed your hole?” The cock ground deeper, slow and taunting. “Tell me that’s what you want.”

Nick whimpered, shame burning his face into the pillow. His hole betrayed him, clenching hard, milking the cock inside him. His cock leaked onto the sheets, dripping, throbbing with each slam of his heart.

“Yes,” he gasped, broken. “God, yes. Breed me. Fill me.”

The stranger growled, hips snapping back into a brutal rhythm. “Good boy. That’s the truth. That’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it.”

Nick sobbed into the pillow, rutting back against every thrust, ass greedy, tuned perfectly to the cock pounding him open. There was no wrongness anymore. Only heat, only rhythm, only the truth that had been pulled from somewhere deep, hidden, undeniable.

The pace shortened, sharpened. The cock swelled inside him, driving hard into that same spot until sparks scattered through his haze. Nick’s body seized, hole locking tight around the root.

“Now,” the voice rasped, throttled with pleasure. “Take it.”

Nick braced, greedy, milking — and the stranger broke with a guttural groan. Hot pulses of cum filled him, spilling deep in thick, rolling waves. Nick’s own orgasm tore out of him untouched, cock jerking against the sheets, painting them in hot, sticky stripes.

The stranger stayed buried, every pulse counted in the flutter of Nick’s hole around him. Cum leaked out in slow trails, thick and warm down the curve of his ass.

A hand smoothed over his hip. A breath grazed his ear — soft words spoken that he couldn’t recall. Soothing. Heavy.

The weight lifted. The bed exhaled.

Nick blinked groggily at the pillow, lids lifting. His hole twitched. The sheets clung cool to his belly. The morning light broke through the window, the sounds of the apartment the same as it always was.

A faint smile curved his lips. It was a dream. Hot, impossible, overwhelming. He had always wanted to be bred, and had dreamt up the encounter to be filled.

He rolled deeper into the pillow, sighing, already drifting again, while the cum dripped from his hole and pooled beneath his hips.

[orvel03]

[twisted-talez]

“FUCK,” I screamed in pain as Beau shoved his big dick up my ass, my virgin hole torn in two, the American flag a witness to our ungodly fornication. He had promised that it wouldn’t hurt—a total lie. But I didn’t care. I wanted Beau to be my friend in the worst possible way, even if that meant taking his cock up my ass.

Continuar lendo

[moonsrealmttv]

[crown5489]

I went to the gay gym near us alone as my husband was busy at work, or so I thought. As I was finishing up my routine I spotted my ex from high school heading to the change room. We had not seen each other since. Heading into the shower I suddenly felt two muscular arms wrap around me and an already hard cock pressed into my ass crack. "For old times sake..." as he slowly slipped his cock into my cunt and proceeded to fuck, me, hitting all my special spots. I couldn't help responding with lustfilled moans and pushing back hard in acceptance. Unbeknownst to me my husband stood nearby, watching his spouse getting reamed out by another man, his own cock hard as steel at the sight. After we both came hard, me over the shower walls and him deep in my ass, I looked up to see my husband's eyes staring into mine and a blank expression on his face. Drawing near him I began to apologize when he burst into a smile. "Don't! Jerry's new in my department at work. We were talking at coffee break and he was telling me about his high-school boyfriend and he was amazed to hear that you were my husband so we set this up to surprise you."

Soon Jerry was both our lover, fucking both of us separately and in a threesome on a regular basis.

[potent-virility]

[twisted-talez]

The bearded cowboy was pumping gas at the Shell Station just outside of El Paso when he caught me checking him out from the next pump. His girlfriend sat impatiently in the passenger seat of his truck, oblivious to the gay dude ogling her man. Jesus, he was hot with his beefy body bursting out of his tight muscle shirt, his worn jeans doing nothing to conceal the ample bulge beneath his wide belt buckle. He tipped his hat and gave me a brief nod. Game on. 

I locked my eyes upon his crotch and licked my lips, leaving no question of my intent. The gas pump clicked off, his right hand removing the nozzle, phallic and dripping, before inserting it back into its cradle with a forceful thrust. His hand then moved to his package, giving himself a furtive grope while he winked at me. 

“Tammy,” he called to his girlfriend through the open window of the truck as she applied a frosty shade of pink gloss to her lips. “I’m gonna go in for a quick piss,” he gestured to the convenience store. “You just sit tight, you hear?”

“You best make it quick, Colt” she hollered back. “I’m sweatin’ like a pig in this truck.”

The cowboy then locked his eyes on me once more, cocking his head toward the convenience store, inviting me to follow him to the men’s room. I nodded in assent and gave him a thirty-second lead, not wanting his girlfriend to suspect anything. 

The men’s room was in the back corner of the store, a single occupancy. The cowboy watched my approach through a slim crack in the door. Pulling me inside with him, he quickly engaged the lock.

“You want some dick?” he asked, unzipping his fly, producing a thick, veiny, eight-incher that was already rock hard. “You wanna suck it for me?”

“Fuck yes,” I exclaimed, dropping to my knees on the dirty linoleum floor. I started my work with his ripe, round balls, taking them into my hungry mouth. 

“We don’t got much time,” he insisted as I sucked on his nuts, churning his seed. “If you want my cum, you’re gonna have to make this quick.”

Following orders, I abandoned his balls and proceeded to deep throat his big dick in one gulp, taking him to the balls. Jesus, his cock was a mouthful. 

“Fuckin-A,” he exclaimed, his meaty hand at the back of my head, his heady pubes pressed against my nostrils. “I found me a hungry cocksucker.”

Rapidly, I went to work, sucking his big cock ravenously. My neck was like a rapid piston, working his cock over and over, his big one abusing my tonsils with each thrust, his balls slapping my chin on the downbeat. I had one objective in mind—to get his load down my throat. He had another plan. 

“Can I fuck you?” he extracted his cock from my mouth abruptly. “I’ll cum faster if you let me pound your ass.”

“Yeah—sure,” I agreed, standing up and undoing my jeans. He quickly spun me around and pulled my pants down to my ankles, exposing my ass to him. I leaned against the wall, the paper towel dispenser inches from my face, as he grabbed me by the hips and shoved into me. 

“FUCK,” I gasped, my hole torn in two as he thrusted balls deep. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled in my ear, his meaty hand covering my mouth. “You want us to get busted in here?”

“No—but you need to spit on your dick,” I insisted, gritting my teeth through the pain. “My hole is too dry.”

“Fine,” he pulled a few inches out of me and hawked a wad of spit onto his thick shaft before shoving back inside me. “That better?”

“Yes,” I sighed. “That’s much—”

“Good,” he cut me off. “Now shut the fuck up and let me get off in you.”

Grabbing me by the hips, he went straight to work, pummeling my hole at a rapid pace. Over and over he pounded my quivering cunt, his balls slapping my hole with each violent thrust. He fucked like a typical straight guy, with no consideration for me. I was merely an available hole, there to catch his seed.

“Yeah, take my big dick,” he bellowed, slapping my ass with an open palm. “That’s it—open that cunt for me.”

He was jackhammering me hard, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing against the walls of the men’s room. Though I was loving his big cock, and could have taken it for hours on end, I knew the ride was nearly over. 

“Fuck,” he grunted loudly. “I’m about to shoot—Fuck—That’s it—Here it comes—FUCK—FUCK.”

A cum bomb detonated in my fuck canal, his warm load disseminating in my abused bowels. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt repeatedly as his big cock throbbed in my depths, his balls emptying inside of me.

And then we heard it.

“Colt—? Colt—?” she pounded on the men’s room door as he gave up the last of his seed in my guts. “Are you in there? I want to buy me some Starbursts, but I don’t got no money.”

“That stupid cunt,” he muttered under his breath as he pulled out of me abruptly, his pearly load gushing out of my gaping hole. “I’ll be right out, baby,” he called loudly to her, stuffing his spent cock back into his jeans as he opened the men’s room door. 

His girlfriend was standing there, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders in twisted waves. Her arms were crossed defiantly over her big tits. 

“Tammy, I told you to sit your ass in the truck,” he scolded her, zipping up his fly. 

“Who the fuck is that?” she demanded, pointing to me as I pulled up my jeans over my used ass, his cum dripping down the inside of my leg. 

“Him? He ain’t nobody, baby,” the cowboy dismissed. “He just works here and was trying to switch out the paper towel roll in the dispenser while I was pissing. You should’ve heard him grunting and groaning, trying to get it back in place.”

“Oh, I see,” she nodded skeptically. “But why is he—?”

“Come on, baby,” the cowboy cut her off, draping his muscular arm over her shoulders as he spun her around and led her back out to his truck. “Let’s go to the Dairy Queen and get you one of them Oreo Blizzards you like so much.”

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

[gay-gif-tastic]

Sniff that manly scent boy

[scent73]

As a scent motivated faggot I always am grateful when a Man permits me to nuzzle His crotch through a pair of cotton tighty whities.

I love feeling of my face, nose, and lips rubbing against the soft cotton of His briefs - feeling the warmth of His cock and balls through the fabric - as His dick slowly grows large and erect.

I love the scent of a Man in white briefs. The mix of dried piss, ball sweat, and ass stink mingled with the fragrance from the laundry detergent is intoxicating.

Now fully erect, I love feeling His boner pressing against the soft cotton - stretching His briefs - aching to be released from its fabric cage.

Soon, a small wet patch begins to grow as His precum leaks through the briefs. I wrap my lips around the damp fabric encasing His swollen cock head and struggle to extract the flavor of His precum.

If I’m lucky, soon after this He will peel back the waistband of His briefs - allowing His erect penis to spring free - His now burning hot shaft slapping resting against my face as I breathe in the pungent cloud of His crotch stink.

I will spend the next 30 minutes using my throat to milk a load from His rigid cockmeat - focus and with gratitude to Him for the opportunity to serve, worship, obey Him.

[hisbb0yt0y]

[gay-caption-stories-2]

“There you are,” Dad said quietly.

He didn’t stop when I stepped into the room. He didn’t even look over at first—just kept that slow, deliberate rhythm, one hand braced on the couch, the other tangled in my boyfriend’s hair. When he finally glanced back, his expression wasn’t panicked or ashamed. It was calm. Certain.

“Relax, son,” he said, like we were discussing something in the garage. “He came to me about the problem you two were having. Said it always hurt. I’m just helping him understand how to relax, how to handle the cock without panicking. I've got a condom on; everything’s under control.”

My boyfriend’s head was tipped back in his grip, eyes glassy, breath hitching. He was hiked up on the edge of the sofa in that steep, downward arch—chest buried in the cushions and knees on the floor. He looked caught in a terrifying kind of glee, his face flushed and his mouth hanging open. The sound of them together filled the room—a heavy, rhythmic slap of skin and the sharp, wet friction of a man who knew exactly how much force a body could take.

With me, he was always careful, apologetic, worried about doing something wrong. Here, taking every inch of that cock with a raw, uninhibited moan, he looked… undone.

“Your boyfriend’s here,” Dad murmured near his ear, his voice a low vibration. “Look at him. Show him how well you're taking this.”

My boyfriend let out a long, broken sound, but he didn't even turn his head. He didn't recognize I was there. He was so submerged in the novelty of that massive, unyielding stretch that his world had shrunk down to the point of contact. He looked triumphantly proud of how he was being handled, his internal muscles clashing in a visible rhythm around Dad's cock. He simply didn't have room in his head to care that I was watching.

Dad looked at me then, his expression softened by a guilty but lustful smirk. “It's been a long time since I've had a hole this tight to work with, so I might have gotten a little carried away.”

He turned his focus back to the sofa. He leaned down, his chest pressing into my boyfriend’s arched back, and the room filled with their muttered, breathless conversation.

"You like that stretch, kid?" Dad growled, his thrusts gaining a punishing, deep momentum.

"Yes... yes, sir," my boyfriend sobbed into the cushion, his breath breaking into a shaky laugh that turned into a gasp. "Please... more. Please."

“That's it. Right there,” Dad muttered, his voice a low, gravelly vibration as he hammered home, hitting depths that were clearly new to my boyfriend. “Good boy. Such a good boy, taking it all for me.”

My boyfriend nodded helplessly, his hips jerking back to meet every punishing strike like he needed to believe it. And I just stood there, watching them carry on like I wasn’t even part of the room anymore.

[dick-gordon]

[hd-deactivated]

He can’t sleep unless he has something in his mouth. Usually it’s a used sock or one of my cumrags. But when he’s lucky, he gets his favorite.

[oregonboyluvs2rim]

[gay-caption-stories-2]

The cold brick of the alleyway was a jagged shock against Miles’ skin, but it was nothing compared to the blunt, massive cock already buried inside him. This was supposed to be a theatrical pout to make Tucker chase him out the bar on Valentine’s, but Miles was now pinned against the wall in a steep, vulnerable arch, his knees barely keeping him upright as he was being driven into the masonry.

The first man was already mid-rhythm, his hands like iron clamps on Miles’ face. The cock was huge, a thick, unyielding weight hollowing him out. A palm was slammed over Miles’ face, crushing his lips against his teeth to stifle the jagged cries that threatened to spill out into the night.

“Miles! Come on, I’m sorry! Where’d you go?”

Tucker’s voice echoed at the mouth of the alley, right there. Miles tried to lurch forward, but the man behind him hiked his hips higher, pinning him harder against the brick. The first man leaned into his ear, his voice a gravelly whisper.

“Don’t make a sound, Miles. Think about what he’d see. You, pinned against a wall, getting ruined by his friends? He’d look at you like you’re trash.”

The man’s rhythm became a heavy, rhythmic slap of skin on skin that echoed off the narrow walls. As Tucker’s footsteps grew closer, Miles’ internal muscles clamped down in a desperate, terrified clench.

“God, you just got so tight,” the man grunted, his breath hitching as he hit his limit. “I can’t… stay in…” He bottomed out with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside Miles, the hot, thick breeding filling him to the brim. The sensation was so overwhelming that Miles nearly buckled, a muffled, broken sound escaping through the man’s fingers—a sound so loud it had Tucker stopping dead.

“Hello? Is someone there?”

The man pulled out with a wet, heavy drag and stepped back, casually buckling his belt. He strolled toward the alley entrance to block the view, lighting a cigarette as the second man immediately stepped into the space between Miles’ legs.

“Hey, man,” the first guy called out to Tucker, his voice perfectly relaxed. “It’s just us. Me and the big man just caught some little slut snooping around—we’re just giving her what she asked for.”

While he spoke, the second man drove in all at once. The entry was brutal, made worse by the slick, excessive volume of the first man’s leftover cum. It created a loud, unmistakable slop—a wet, squelching sound that echoed clearly toward the street where Tucker was standing.

“Your guy stormed off toward the street. Didn’t look happy.”

Tucker let out a disgusted snort, sounding embarrassed. “Figures. Drama king. Well, don’t let me stop y'alls fun. Ruin the slut well. She probably needs it if she he’s hanging around the dump back here.”

Miles’ eyes went wide, his fingers clawing at the mortar as he bit down on his own knuckles to hold back any noise that might give him away. Every thrust was a punishing thud, the wet, saturated sounds of the friction so loud that Tucker had to be hearing exactly how “ruined” he was. Miles stayed silent, shaking with the effort of not calling out Tucker’s name, his body shaking under the force of the second man’s depth.

“Alright, alright,” Tucker’s voice finally drifted away. “I’m gonna go find Miles before he actually leaves the neighborhood.”

The moment the sound of Tucker’s footsteps faded, the last thread of Miles’ restraint snapped. He let go of his hand, a loud, broken moan tearing out of his throat as he sobbed into the dark, his body completely surrendered to the second man’s pace.

[myybubble-deactivated20160103]

[twisted-talez]

I braced myself against the cool, tiled wall of the gas station men’s room. My t-shirt was pulled over my head, my shorts down around my ankles, as the eighth guy that day railed my ass from behind. Or was he the ninth? I often lost count when taking a line of cock.

Continuar lendo

[gayskinheaddesires]

[cumboyintn]

A while back Ed and I came to a conclusion that public sex was extremely exciting, especially when it involved strangers. We tried it initially just the two of us and while the thrill was there of a handjob under a table cloth at a restaurant or a blowjob down a dark alley just yards from traffic, it quickly faded from the same old equipment. Not that Ed could ever disappoint me, I loved his nice body and eager attitude to serve, it just lacked something.

This finally resolved itself while we were canoodling in a dark back row of a movie theater and things got heated. So much so that neither of us noticed the quiet stranger who joined our row until his muscular hand grasped Ed’s cock as he was tonguing my pole. He freaked out and pulled off my dick and we both saw this middle aged sex freak with his hand wrapped around Ed’s cock with a smile plastered on his face.

I fucking came on the spot.

Ed focused on this stranger who then unzipped and pulled out his own dick which was a nice six inch pole that quickly took center spotlight in Ed’s world. Before I knew it he and the stranger were exchanging blowjobs while the crescendo of some exciting action music set the mood. Before it was done they each had swallowed each other’s load and the stranger left with a silent smile plastered to his face.

It was at that moment things clicked in my head. Ed was extremely turned on having sex with a perfect stranger in public, providing they met his preferences. Decent body, good hygiene, a tendency to be a little dominant. Not a very hard list of requirements.

Meanwhile I was more than willing to stay quiet and be the silent observer as the stranger counted his luck for the moment and used Ed for his sexual pleasure. In the end we went home together and had some explosive sex as we played the nights events in our heads.

We tried the theater again, only this time we sat apart from each other. Far enough to look like we were each by ourselves yet still within visual contact with each other.

The first night was a bust, but on the second time a forward middle aged fellow wearing too much cologne sat beside Ed. Within five minutes he was rubbing Ed’s arm, then leg. Once Ed returned the favor, the guy started rubbing Ed’s back then guided him face first into his lap. I didn’t know Ed was quite that limber as he went down on the guy from his seat. I could see the grin on the guys face as he fucked Ed’s mouth like he did it all the time. He even saw me watching and gave me a thumbs up as redoubled his efforts. When I heard the seat squeaking I saw him looking straight up to the rafters and I knew he came when the squeaking went silent and a low hiss could be heard.

He continued sitting there after Ed sat back up and wiped his mouth off with a napkin he grabbed from the refreshment stand. The guy kissed him twice before adjusting himself and sliding down the aisle as if he was going to use the can. He didn’t return.

That night I let Ed fuck my ass like a maniac as a reward for providing me with such a hot show. He told me I was a better kisser.

We next started looking for other sites. I went online to see what the hot spots were. There were several restrooms throughout the city that were earmarked as seldom used for the purpose they were built. But there were a number of warnings posted about the police using these locations for stings in the past. Wouldn’t do to be in the paper for that.

We opted for the sites that tended to be dark, yet open enough that we could see anyone coming in the darkness. We chose some parks to try our luck next. We found a little used place on the east side of town with lots of trails and picnic shelters. The reviews had warned us enough to not attempt anything in the restrooms as this was a cop’s favorite busting ground, so we chose to see what was available on the trails.

We walked them together to get the lay of the area and get a feel for the other guys there. Lots of single men and there was only one good reason for guys to be strolling alone at night. Most of them looked nice too. Not GQ, but not toad monthly either.

After a half hour we both felt confident that the place was a fair choice and decided to split up. I had seen a dimly lit passage by a concession stand that was definitely closed, so I decided to hang around there. I could be seen and my harmlessness determined by the guys on the prowl.

I saw Ed slowly walking and making eye contact with several guys as I took a seat on top of a picnic table in the shadows. I saw this hot daddy figure in a black shirt make a stop by one of the stands just a few yards away. We made eye contact and he eventually nodded at me. I returned the nod and he groped himself as he leaned against a wall behind him. Ed walked past him slowly and gave him a longing look as he made his way to the end of the promenade.

The guy was obviously turned on by Ed as he proceeded to try and lure him to his site. He quietly popped the button on his jeans and reached inside to free his thickening pecker. He grinned at me as began to stroke it to full staff. I rubbed my crotch in commiseration as he waited for Ed to return. And return he did.

I saw his green tank top before I saw his face but I knew who it was. He paused as he saw my new acquaintance, now openly stroking a fairly sizable club and staring him in the eyes. Ed looked at the scene and slowly made his way to the fellow. This time he did not keep walking, but rather reached out and felt the healthy organ being aired out for him.

He ran his fingers all over it before leaning over and kissing the guy. They linked at the lips for a minute before Ed slid himself to his knees on the concrete. He gripped the base of the erection as he looked up into the masculine face of the guy and opened wide as he lowered his mouth over the pole’s tip. As his mouth sealed around the hardened end, the fellow groaned as I heard him say ah, yeah!

Ed began to slowly slide his head up and down on the pole, gaining more and more depth with each thrust until I saw the fellow look nervously as he went into Ed’s throat. Fuck, he moaned in appreciation as my man slid his mouth the rest of the way down.

The guy was definitely excited by the way this was going and placed a strong hand on Ed’s head as he tried to direct the action. He was certainly attempting to see my man taking a full load of his swimmers directly into his gut.

A young guy wearing just a pair of shorts slowly wandered over to my table with one hand inside his shorts massaging a growing bulge. I heard him mutter, Fuck, as he sat down near me and began jerking off to the show.

I felt like I needed to as well, so I pulled my six inches out and put in some one handed exercise as well. The guy getting my man’s best lip and tongue service saw the two of us jerking off and it inspired him to go into overdrive as he gripped Ed’s head with both hands and began to face fuck like the cheap whore he wanted to be. He, and I, were both in heaven.

A minute into this and I could hear a steady grunting as the fellow was nearing his shooting point. Two steady fuck thrusts and he pulled Ed’s head tight while he white washed my baby’s tonsils.

They paused their action as the guy caught his breath and Ed licked up his rod. They both stood as the guy began feeling around Ed’s ass and I could see this going further than we planned. As his fingers slid down the back of Ed’s pants, I saw my baby debating whether he wanted it. Turns out, he did.

The guy walked him over to our table and bent him across the top of it as he pulled the loose pants down. Ed always wears loose cause, as he says, you never know when you’ll need to drop them. Guess he was right as his ass was suddenly on display as the guy spit on his hole and worked it in. Two more times and he was ready to bring the big guns to the show. As he let the tip rub across the wet hole, he placed a firm hand on Ed’s backside as he breached my baby’s hole.

I heard Ed cry out from the sheer size of the intruder. My other friend decided to help out as he quickly stood up and brought his still exposed cock in for an emergency pacifier for Ed. He shoved it into Ed’s open mouth as he was groaning and just like that the park was quiet once again.

The fellow in black took this chance to slide his cock all the way in as Ed was busy trying to figure out how he managed to get another cock in his trap. I could see from his hollowed out cheeks that he wasn’t disappointed, only surprised.

I sensed the fellow in black was fully immersed as he paused and cuddled Ed from the rear. I heard him kissing Ed on the shoulders before I saw his hairy ass cheeks start to scoot and slide as he began to fuck my man from the back.

I could hear groaning but quite frankly I didn’t really know from whom. I suspect it was all three. I just picked up where I had left off from watching the knob job my baby was giving and now was witnessing him in the first spit roasting I had witnessed. I was so glad it was him and he was enjoying himself.

My newer friend reached his orgasm first as he gripped Ed’s ears and gave a muted grunt as he planted his seed down Ed’s throat, much like the man in black had just done. He pulled out and Ed was breathing heavily as cum dribbled out his thick lips.

The first guy was beginning to really express his dominance while plowing his hole in preparation to plant a full field of his seed. From the determined look on his face there was no question where he planned on dumping his next load. He wasn’t planning on it cooling off in the night air.

I heard him mutter that he was ready to fucking fill your slutty ass with his load, bitch. Get ready, because here… I….. Oh, fuck!!;… I’m coming!!!

Then he hollered loud enough that if there were any cops in the park, we were all getting caught. I shot another load from his macho act and I heard the splats of cum being shot out by Ed onto the picnic table.

Black shirt guy collapsed on top of Ed as he caught his breath and allowed his fast beating heart to calm down. My new friend had already moved on and a minute or two after he got his senses together, black shirt guy gave Ed one more kiss before slipping a slip of paper into Ed’s pocket and walking off into the darkness.

I looked at Ed and grinned as he tried to bring some semblance of order to his appearance. He wiped his face and belly with his shirt before stuffing it into the back pocket of his shorts.

I asked if he had a good time and he just looked at me and grinned. He kissed me a deep French kiss and I tasted the second guys cum still lingering in his mouth. I could also smell a woodsy fragrance that the black shirt guy was wearing. This was going to be a change in our routine that would definitely bring us closer together.

[bold-new-look]

[twisted-talez]

“You dirty slut,” I chided as he swiped my warm load of cum from his used hole and fed it to himself, sucking on his fingers like a lollipop. “You want the last of it?” I offered up my cummy cock before I had the chance to stuff it back into my shorts. Eagerly he reached for my spent dick, eager to lick me clean. 

Dump, as he was known for obvious reasons, lived in a studio apartment on the edge of campus, his door always unlocked. He took cock all day and all night, no questions asked, no horny man turned away. He wasn’t even a student, and he certainly didn’t have a job. The rumor was that he had won something like $200,000 on a lotto scratch off and used the money for the freedom of exploring his favorite hobby—taking cock. 

“You done with him?” a muscled, bearded man with a wedding band asked, entering the apartment as Dump continued to suck my cock clean. The guy was my Economics 101 professor, but clearly didn’t recognize me. “Mind if I jump in and drop a quick load in him?”

“Go for it,” I encouraged as Dump continued to suck on my spent dick. “I just bred him.”

“Sweet,” the professor gave a devious grin, unzipping his pants, pulling out a thick eight-incher that was already rock hard. “I love a sloppy hole.”

Dump winced momentarily as the professor pushed into his red, puffy sphincter, never removing my cock from his mouth. Instantly, the professor grabbed Dump by the hips and began to pummel his hole violently. 

“Shit, man,” the professor laughed. “You dumped a big fucking load in this bitch—and it’s still warm as fuck.”

“Glad you’re enjoying it,” I winked, my spent cock rapidly growing hard again down Dump’s throat as I watched the professor using the slut’s easy ass. 

“You wanna feed him a load while I fuck him?” the professor asked, clearly enjoying the sight of Dump throating my big one. “We can try to shoot at the same time, blast his guts from both ends.”

“Sounds hot,” I agreed, leaning forward, giving myself a better view of the professor’s big dick as he ravaged Dump’s hole. 

“You like being used like this?” the professor asked Dump, slapping his ass while happily pounding his hole. “You like having two guys using you—a cock in each hole?”

“Yes,” exhaled dump, momentarily removing my cock from his throat before taking me balls deep again, my balls mashed against his chin. 

“You fuck him a lot?” the professor asked me, delivering some deep strokes into Dump’s ass. 

“Couple times a week on average,” I lied, not admitting that it had grown into a daily habit for me. “You?”

“Two or three times a week,” the professor replied. “I overheard two frat guys in my class talking about him before my lecture about a month ago. Decided to come try his hole myself. Don’t get me wrong—I’m married and I fucking love smashing pussy. But, Jesus, no pussy can compare to a tight hole like this.”

“You feeling close?” I asked, having a hard time holding back. The scenario was all so fucking hot. Though I had just dumped a load in the guy, my balls were ready to shoot again. 

“Almost there,” the professor assured me, his meaty hands digging into Dump’s hips, his big cock jackhammering that quivering cunt. “Yeah, bitch,” he slapped Dump’s ass. “Grip that big dick from inside. Fucking milk my load out of me.”

The image of my professor preparing to breed Dump was all too hot—better than any porn I’d ever seen. Instantly, I could feel my load building in my shaft, my cock ready to erupt. 

“FUCK,” I grunted, my load spewing down Dump’s gullet as he greedily devoured it. My eyes locked on my professor as his orgasm also commenced. 

“SHIT—FUCK,” he bellowed, his body convulsing as he simultaneously shot his wad into Dump in the opposite hole from me. “Yeah, bitch,” he growled. “Take my fuckin’ nut up your ass.”

We extracted our cocks from Dump in unison, my cum dripping down his chin, the professor’s load dripping from his wrecked hole. Dump collapsed on his bed, used and wasted, an object discarded when no longer needed.

“You’re in my Econ class, aren’t you?” the professor asked, pulling up his pants, stuffing his spent dick back into them before zipping up. 

“Yeah,” I confessed. “But don’t worry, I’m not gonna tell anyone that you—”

“Nah—I’m not worried about that,” he assured me. “I just thought maybe you might want to make this a regular thing—come by here after every class and tag this cum dump with me.”

“That sounds hot,” I agreed excitedly. 

“You ever DP’d a cock slut like this?” the professor asked, gesturing to Dump as he remained immobile on his bed. “You know—two cocks in the same hole at once?”

“No,” I admitted, eyes wide. 

“You’re gonna love it,” he winked. “See you back here after class tomorrow.”

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