“How was your bike ride?” I asked Ivan, my mom’s absurdly hot, muscular, bearded boyfriend, as he stood before me in the kitchen. He had pulled his riding singlet down to his waist, his massive bulge and the matted whorls of his sweaty man fur driving me wild with desire.
“It was good,” he flashed a smile, melting me as always. “You should join me sometime. I’m gonna take another ride out tomorrow morning. You can ride my spare Schwinn.”
“Some fresh air will do you some good,” Ivan persisted. “You can’t keep moping around the house. Your mother and I are worried about you.”
“I’m fine—I just need some time to—”
“You’re not fine,” he cut me off. “It’s been a month since Carter dumped you. You’ve got to get on with your life.”
“I know,” I whined petulantly. “But I don’t think a bike ride through the woods is gonna help me to—”
“Your coming with me tomorrow. And that’s final,” Ivan insisted. He wasn’t my dad, but he sure acted like it since moving in with my mom and me.
“But I don’t have—you know—one of those things,” I gestured to his singlet, my eyes traveling luridly over his incredible body.
“Athletic shorts and a t-shirt is all you need. Something moisture wicking,” he advised. “We’ll head out at 7 am—sharp.”
I knew that Ivan meant well, that he was just trying to help. The truth was that I was indeed struggling. My ex-boyfriend Carter had been my whole world. But when I found out he was fucking half of my friends behind my back, I went ballistic.
I was willing to forgive him—to work it out together. Yet Carter was unapologetic. He liked spreading his seed all over town—it fed his insatiable ego. And when I wouldn’t agree to abide by that, he dumped me.
“You’re gonna love this trail,” Ivan informed me early the next morning before we set out, his muscular body stuffed into his riding singlet, his huge cock straining against the thin lycra fabric. “It runs into the state park, and there are lots of great vistas, and no one around for miles.”
“Sounds great,” I forced a smile, wishing I could crawl back into bed.
Ivan was right. The trail was beautiful. Wooded and secluded, it felt like we were alone in the world. Though most of the early ride was a rigorous uphill climb, my calves aching, we kept a steady pace and stopped at several vistas.
The views were absolutely breathtaking, with verdant valleys and snow-capped mountains in the distance. The air was cool and fresh, a balm for the lungs. I could begin to feel all thoughts of Carter draining away.
“Whew, it’s warming up,” Ivan pulled down the top of his singlet, exposing his deliciously hairy chest to me once more as we stopped to gulp down some water. The sun had risen higher in the sky. “I’m thinking we lunch soon. I’m starving.”
Ivan chose a picnic table that overlooked Mount Blenheim in the distance for our lunch spot. He had packed a simple lunch of cheese and fruit with some crusty bread, and a couple of Mom’s fudge brownies, which we devoured ravenously. I ate with my eyes fixated on his muscular body, sweat matting his hairy chest.
“This ride has been amazing,” I exhaled, breaking my lurid gaze and rising from the picnic table to look out over the valley below as Ivan joined me. “I can’t think of anything that could make this day better.”
“I can think of something,” came Ivan’s breath at my ear, hot and expectant. His hairy body was soon pressed into me, his hand slipping down the back of my athletic shorts.
“What—what’s happening?” I turned around in shock, his hard cock bulging against his singlet, the purple tip peaking out where he had pulled it down to his waist.
“You need some dick,” he announced with authority. “It’s the only thing that’s going to get you over Carter. And so—I’m giving you my cock.”
“But—but Mom?” I protested.
“Your mom?” he laughed. “Shit. She knows about my past.”
“Yeah. Let’s just say I’ve never been the type to discriminate when it comes to sex. I like it all—girls, guys, trans, non-binary. Life is a buffet, and I like to enjoy it. And, not to brag, but I’ve got a pretty big dick—one that should be shared openly with others.”
“And Mom is cool with that?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Your mom is no puritan. She’s munched on some carpet in her day—scissor fucked a few girls in college from what she’s told me. And you know we met at a swingers club, right?”
“Jesus,” I cringed. “I don’t need to know all that.”
“I’m sorry—TMI,” he shrugged unabashedly. “My point is that you need to get out of your head and live a little—and get fucking laid.”
Ivan then spun me around, facing him. His tongue was soon down my throat, his lips locked on mine.
“I love kissing,” he moaned. “And you taste so fucking good.”
My hands began to explore his body, the forest of hair on his chest, his hard nips, the whorls of fur on his treasure trail. I was soon gripping his cock, freeing it from his singlet, the lycra fabric resting below his huge balls.
Christ, he was hung. Way bigger than Carter or any of the other guys I’d been with. Ivan’s cock was easily north of nine inches. Thick with a prominent vein running up the middle, his shaft was broader than my wrist. I wanted his big cock in me, though I knew it was going to destroy me.
“Fuck me,” I begged, his lips on my neck, his tongue at the base of my throat. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Wordlessly, Ivan scoped me up in his muscular arms and carried me to the picnic table. Placing me atop the table, my ass seated at one end, he pulled off my shoes and yanked off my shorts, my ass bare to the world.
Pushing me flat on the table, he raised my ass. With my legs resting on his shoulders, Ivan’s tongue dove into my hole, licking and sucking the puckered folds of my man cunt.
“Jesus Christ,” I gasped, my body writhing. “That’s incredible. It feels so fucking good.”
“Haven’t you ever been rimmed?” Ivan asked, aghast, his chin wet with saliva.
“No,” I replied embarrassingly. “Carter wouldn’t ever try.”
“Well, I could eat you out for days,” Ivan smiled devilishly, giving my hole one last lick. “But I’ve got other plans.”
Pushing my legs to my chest, the rounded tip of his cock found my wet hole. Ivan then shoved into me with one deep thrust.
“FUCK,” I cried out. “You didn’t warn me.”
“Taking a cock this big is like jumping into cold water,” Ivan advised. “It’s best to take the plunge all at once.”
In that spirit, Ivan gave me no time to adjust to his huge cock inside me, his massive girth splitting my hole in two. I gripped either side of the table under me as Ivan pummeled my hole, drilling me at a frantic pace.
“I love fucking ass,” he growled, his hairy abs rubbing against my cock with each thrust that he delivered into my guts. “No offense to your mother, but your tight ass puts her pussy to shame.”
I could barely breathe in that moment, let alone speak. But if I could have found my voice, I would have told him that his big cock put all of my other hookups to shame—Carter included.
With each thrust inside me, it felt like Ivan was fucking all the painful memories of Carter right out of my brain. Staring up at the robin’s egg sky above me, white clouds traversing the heavens as Ivan pounded away in my hole, I felt a sense of peace—of absolute release. Ivan was about to experience a different type of release.
“Fuck,” he declared hurriedly. “I’m about to bust already. Your tight cunt is just too fucking good.”
“Breed me,” I begged, my sphincter gripping his cock from within, milking him. “Fucking seed my hole.”
“SHIT—Here it comes—FUCK,” he growled, his body quaking as his cock erupted, spewing his seed into my void. I could feel each throb, each pulse, of his swollen cock as his thick load warmed me from within.
His balls satisfied, Ivan pulled out rapidly. A rush of air and cum escaped my gaping hole.
“Oops—I just littered,” he laughed, eyeing his pearly cum as it puddled onto the picnic table. “Don’t tell the park ranger.”
“Shit,” I exclaimed, scrambling for my clothes, suddenly aware that we had fucked openly in a state park. “The ranger could have busted us.”
“Relax,” Ivan assured me. “I know the ranger, and that old pervert would have likely popped open a beer from the cooler in his truck and watched us.”
I felt relief, until another panicked thought entered my mind. “You’re not—you’re not gonna tell my mom that we fucked, right?”
“Nah—of course not,” Ivan winked. “Your mom is pretty cool about letting me stick my dick wherever I want, but I don’t think she wants me sticking my dick in you.”
We soon mounted our bikes, Ivan’s massive load squished between my ass cheeks, and made our way back down the trail. To my delight, we stopped along the way for Ivan to pound another load into my ass up against a tree, the bark scratching my hands as I held on for dear life.
We stopped one more time just before sunset, my legs spread wide in the middle of a grassy meadow, staring up at a pink and purple sky as Ivan bred my used hole. His thirst for sex was unquenchable.
It was late evening by the time we got home, Mom waiting for us at the dinner table. Her lasagna was getting cold.
“It’s about time you two got home,” she said cooly as we sat down at the table, forgoing showers lest we incur her wrath. “I tried to text, but got no response.”
“Sorry, babe,” Ivan apologized, swallowing a tepid bite of lasagna, the cheese congealed. “You know how cell service is up there.”
“I was thinking you and I could spend the day together tomorrow,” Mom turned to me, her demeanor suddenly brighter. “Maybe go to the mall, do some shopping, have lunch at that little bistro with the French onion soup you love so much?”
“Umm—Ivan and I have already planned on taking another ride up into the mountains tomorrow,” I demurred, unable to look her in the eye.
“Is that so?” Mom fixed Ivan with a knowing, icy stare as he shrugged unapologetically. “Well, I wouldn’t want you boys to miss out on your ride—and whatever it is that you two do up there.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.