Untitled

[minotaurus33]

[jimjames1255]

[competitivemen]

Ben knew he’d made a mistake telling his girlfriend’s father that he’d knocked her up while they were alone in her father’s kitchen from the very moment the words had escaped past his lips. The last thing Mr Jones wanted to hear was that his daughter would have to drop out of university to become a mother, all because her unemployed drifter of a boyfriend couldn’t be bothered to wear protection when he’d last spent the night with her in her university dorm room.

When Mr Jones had forcefully questioned his probable future son-in-law about what on earth he’d been thinking not using protection, Ben had simply shrugged and said that it just felt better raw and that surely Mr Jones understood. Upon hearing that, Mr Jones had snapped. He’d grabbed the deadbeat loser who’d breed his daughter and snarled at him that if Ben couldn’t help but fuck pussy raw, then Mr Jones might as well do the same.

He’d then stripped himself of his own clothing before marching back over to and grabbing Ben again and forcing Ben to his knees and then shoved his cock, raw and unprepared, down Ben’s stupidly gaping mouth. Mr Jones didn’t let Ben have a moment to get used to the thick member invading his throat and instead brutally pounded Ben’s throat until he was gagging on it. And even that didn’t stop Mr Jones, as if Ben were going to fuck Mr Jones’s daughter without giving a shit about the consequences, then Mr Jones might as well do the same to burn off his rage at the news.

Mr Jones wanted to get rid of his frustration with what had happened before he talked to his daughter so that he’d be able to treat her with kindness, so dumping his hatred down the throat of the punk who’d knocked her up seemed like a good solution. Ben didn’t have much choice but to take what his probable future father-in-law was giving him, as the wet spluttering moans that escaped past his lips, which were wrapped around the older man’s cock, certainly weren’t slowing him down.

[realgayincest84]

[hititboys]

That’s it son you know what to do

[blndblue17]

He’s going after Daddy cock😮🍆🍄

[stupidhimbo]

"straight" himbo

He keeps telling you he's straight, that a hole is a hole, that it doesn't matter how much he fucks and cuddles with you, that when he brings gifts and is jealous of every guy you hang out with is just a "bros who fuck sometimes" thing, that saying "I love you" while he's pounding your ass while looking at your face is just a human reflex. He tells that so much you're almost starting to believe at this point.

[guyswithgun]

[feastofguys]

i'll have the meat lover's pizza. lots of sausage and creamy topping. i'm really hungry for hard dick and jizz.

[competitivemen]

It was bad enough that your slob of a roommate treated the entire apartment like his personal pigsty, without him also taking your stuff without your permission, with him often returning it to you in a near-ruined state from his rough use of it. Combined with his body odor stinking up the place, his general disregard for your attempts to tidy up, and him constantly stealing and eating any food you made or bought, you were desperate to move out as soon as possible. However, you couldn't afford to break your lease early, so you were stuck until the end of the year.

In an attempt to not feel so outnumbered by the slob in your apartment, you decided to invite your equally cleanliness-conscious boyfriend to stay with you for a bit. He helped you make some progress in cleaning up some of the mess, but you could tell your roommate wasn't happy about having his space dominated by two neat freaks. In hindsight, you should have known that he'd take the first opportunity he could to try and reassert his control over the apartment. But you hadn't, so when you put a pizza in the oven and told your boyfriend to keep an eye on it to prevent your roommate from stealing it while you made a quick run to pick up some drinks, you'd had no idea about the mistake you were making.

When you returned, you could smell the fully cooked pizza from the kitchen, so you made a bee line straight there, keen to share a meal with your boyfriend. However, instead of finding your boyfriend setting the table for dinner, you walked in on your fully nude roommate sitting on the countertop, digging into the pizza that you'd brought and cooked for yourself.

When you recovered from your initial shock at the sight of your naked roommate, especially the thick cock hanging between his legs, you asked him what the fuck he was doing. He'd simply smirked at you as he took another large bite of your pizza before swallowing it down. When you asked him again, sounding more unsure this time, he'd responded by saying that he'd worked up quite the appetite while he'd been fucking your boyfriend's hole, which he readily admitted was the tightest arsehole he'd ever taken.

While you were trying to process what he'd just said, your roommate went on to say that your boyfriend had not objected at all to him taking your pizza after he'd already taken your man, as your boyfriend had been far too stuffed to even move once he'd been filled with your roommate's load and that he was probably still lying on your bed where your roommate had bred him. In complete denial at what your roommate was telling you, you fled from the kitchen to your room, desperately hoping that you would find evidence to refute your roommate's claims.

Instead, you were immediately hit with the all-too-familiar scent of your roommate's musk the moment you opened your bedroom door. If that wasn't enough, you were immediately greeted by the sight of your boyfriend's still-dripping-with-cum-covered asshole, which he had propped up on your bed facing the door. Freezing at the sight of it, you stood transfixed as you looked at your boyfriend's stretched-out asshole, which you knew you'd never have been able to give him with what you were packing.

Your shock was finally broken when your boyfriend turned his head around to greet you. He'd then gone on to matter-of-factly state that he'd let your roommate have your pizza, as a real man like him deserves anything he can take. He'd then told you not to worry about finding yourself something to eat, as your roommate had left your boyfriend's hole stuffed full, and you were apparently welcome to have as much of it as you could fish out with your tongue, and all you had to do was pay your roommate's share of the rent for the privilege.

That's how your roommate found you once he'd finished eating your pizza, with you having accepted the deal by having your face buried deep in your boyfriend's ass, searching greedily for every drop of cum your roommate had left there. You never complained about what a slob your roommate was after that, not now that you were so used to the smell of his musk and the taste of his sweat and cum that lingered all over your boyfriend's body after every time your roommate fucked him. You were just happy that he let you keep living there and let you continue to scavenge your boyfriend's body for every drop of manliness he left behind.

[musclefetish77]

[twisted-talez]

Bruce was on all fours upon the bed, Todd gripping his meaty ass, the two muscle studs fucking with complete abandon. Through the window, I watched in awe as Todd grunted his load into Bruce, his hairy body convulsing as his seed spewed into his boyfriend’s deep cunt. In that moment, I wanted to be in that bed with Todd and Bruce, sharing in their lust, taking part in their fornication. 

The nightly fucks in the window started as soon as Todd and Bruce had moved into the house next to my parents and me. Their bedroom window aligned perfectly with my own, giving me a front row ticket to the hottest porn show in town. I didn’t dare tell my parents, as my dad didn’t hesitate to complain when a couple of faggots moved next door—his words, not mine.

I was transfixed the first time I watched the neighbors fucking, the two guys oblivious to my presence next door. Sure, I had fucked an impressive share of girls by that point in my life. But my sexual experiences paled in comparison to the raw, animalistic passion that I witnessed through Todd and Bruce’s window each night. I couldn’t look away, often jacking myself along with them. It wasn’t long before I got caught. 

“Did you enjoy the show last night, Carter?” Todd approached me one afternoon as I mowed the front lawn, my hairy chest flecked with grass clippings. “You know that I can see you through the window just as easily as you can see me.”

“I—I’m sorry,” I stammered, mortified that Todd had caught me spying on them. “I honestly didn’t mean to—”

“Bullshit,” Todd interrupted. “You could have looked away, Carter. Instead, you watched our every move, rubbing out your load to our fuckfest.”

“It—it won’t happen again,” I assured Todd. “I promise that I won’t watch you two fucking anymore.”

“Damn straight you won’t be watching us anymore,” Todd crossed his arms over his meaty chest. “Because tonight we’d like you to come join us.”

“Wait—? What—?”

“You heard me,” Todd laughed. “Sure, Bruce and I love being watched, but it would be a lot more fun for all involved if you came over and pounded your load into Bruce’s ass instead of a wad of Kleenex. Plus, I love to be cucked.”

“But, I’ve never—”

“Fucked a guy?” Todd finished my thought. “You’re eighteen now, Carter. You’re a full grown man,” he looked down at my bulging crotch. “It’s about time you learned to fuck like a grown man. I’ll leave our front door unlocked for you tonight. Feel free to drop by and drop a load once the party has started. You won’t regret it once you’re balls deep in Bruce’s tight ass.”

I spent the rest of the day in a state of internal flux, a battle raging in my brain. I wasn’t gay. I liked girls. I loved pussy. But the intoxicating temptation of gay sex was undeniable. Todd and Bruce had lured me into their trap, promising unbridled pleasures within their bed, and I was powerless to resist.  

The show that night began like clockwork, Bruce on all fours upon the bed, Todd railing his ass from behind. I watched from the window, waiting for my cue. And then Todd looked up at me through the window, his eyes beckoning me to join them. Game on. 

Before I could resist, before I could talk myself out of entering the enticing world of man-on-man sex, I sprinted next door. Their front door was unlocked, as Todd promised. I was soon climbing the stairs to their bedroom, the moans and grunts of animal passion growing louder with each step. I could smell sex in the air. 

“Breed my ass,” Bruce was moaning as I entered the room, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off the bedroom walls as Todd pummeled his hole. “Yeah—seed my ass with that big dick,” he pleaded. 

“You’re about to get it,” Todd replied, his hands digging into Bruce’s hips, his cock a piston inside his boyfriend’s bowels. “OH FUCK,” he barked, on the precipice of orgasm. “Here it comes—FUCK—SHIT.”

Todd threw back his head, his body convulsing as his cock discharged inside of Bruce. He held still, his breathing returning to normal as his balls reached empty. Suddenly aware of  my presence, Todd turned his face back to me, giving a wink as a lecherous smile spread across his face. 

“We’ve got a visitor,” Todd announced to Bruce, pulling out of his boyfriend, his pearly load dripping from that freshly-seeded hole. “Carter is here to fuck your ass.”

“Todd said you would come,” Bruce turned his face back towards me. “Drop them shorts, Carter,” he ordered. “I love getting railed by a young stud like you.”

Following orders, I pulled off my shorts, my thick, eight-incher rock hard and leaking precum. Todd climbed off the bed, giving me a clear path to Bruce’s eagerly awaiting cunt. 

“Just shove it in him,” Todd instructed as I climbed upon the bed, positioning myself behind Bruce. “I’ve got his cunt good and ready for you.”

“Fuuuuuck,” I exhaled, my big dick sliding effortlessly into the warmest, wettest hole that I had ever experienced. Pure bliss. 

“Damn, you’re thick for such a young guy,” Bruce marveled as he began to rock back and forth on my big one, fucking himself with my rod like a wall-mounted dildo. “Mmm, this big dick feels so good in my wet pussy,” he moaned as he twerked upon it. 

“Don’t let him do all the work, Carter,” Todd was suddenly in my ear, his hands on my shoulders like a coach giving me a pep talk before a match. “I want you to wreck his cunt—show him what you’ve got.”

Wanting to impress my hosts, I moved my hands to Bruce’s muscular shoulders. Digging into his flesh, I unleashed a brutal assault on his cunt. With rapid intensity, I pummeled his quivering cunt, showing no mercy. Never before had I fucked with such savage fervor. And to my delight, Bruce wasn’t just taking it like a man, he was fucking loving it. 

“Yeah—fuck me with that big dick,” he begged, dropping his upper body into the mattress, thereby raising his ass. I slid deeper into Bruce, my big cock battering his inner-sphincter. “You’re getting me so good,” he moaned. 

“Make him cum, Carter,” Todd was behind me once more, his breath hot at my ear. “Get that bitch to cum with you.”

Following orders, I tapped into my inner-strength and proceeded to jackhammer the living shit out of Bruce. I was pulverizing his cunt, my big cock a battering ram in his bowels. And then I felt it—his sphincter clamping around the base of my shaft, his fuck canal pulsing around my cock. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Bruce warned, suddenly pushing himself upwards on his muscular arms, his untouched cock spraying the bed with his thick load. 

“Yeah, baby,” Todd cheered from the sidelines. “Shoot your load with that hung boy’s dick up your ass. Fucking let it all out.”

I could feel every wave of Bruce’s orgasm from within, his body rhythmically gripping my cock, effectively jerking me off inside his fuck canal. There was no holding back. I needed to bust.

“FUCK,” I barked urgently, cum rising in my swelling shaft. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—HOLY FUCK—SHIT—Yeah, take my fuckin’ nut—FUCK.”

“That’s it—breed his ass,” Todd was in my ear again, massaging my shoulders as I dumped my load into his slutty boyfriend, my cum spewing into Bruce’s sloppy void. “Fucking cream his cunt, Carter.”

Drained of energy, my balls depleted, I collapsed upon Bruce, our sweaty bodies crashing into the mattress. I could have fallen asleep like that, my cock still buried in that warm hole, but Todd had other plans. 

“Move over, Carter,” Todd pushed me off Bruce, my spent cock popping out of that cummy hole with a wet thwack. I rolled over onto the bed and watched as Todd mounted Bruce once more. 

For the next two hours, Todd and I took turns at Bruce’s cunt, dumping load after load into that greedy hole. The event was not just my first time having gay sex—it was the best sex that I had ever had, thanks to my neighbors Todd and Bruce. 

I eventually returned home in the wee hours of the morning. Climbing the stairs to my bedroom on weak legs, I eagerly awaited the bliss of a deep, post-coital slumber. Instead, I found my dad sitting upon my bed with a tumbler of scotch in his hand. Fuck. 

“You gonna tell me where you’ve been all night, Carter?” Dad demanded with boozy breath. “Your mother thought she heard a noise and, when I came to investigate, you weren’t in your bed.”

“I—I couldn’t sleep,” I lied. “So, I went for a walk.”

“A walk to the house next door?” Dad gestured to Todd and Bruce’s window, the ice clinking in his glass. “Yeah, I saw you through the window with those two guys—those faggots.”

“Dad—don’t be mad,” I began, my voice panicked. “It’s really not what you think. I’m not actually—”

“Was it any good?” Dad cut me off. “That gay guy’s ass—was it any good? Was it better than pussy?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “It was way better than pussy.”

“Fair enough,” Dad stood up and downed the remainder of his scotch. “You think you’ll go back there tomorrow night, Carter? Fuck that guy’s ass again?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “Todd and Bruce said I’m welcome to come back as often as I want.”

“Good,” Dad placed his strong hand upon my shoulder. “Just be sure to bring me along next time. I’d like to fuck the shit outta that cock slut with you. It’s not like my big cock is getting any action from your frigid mother.”

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

[justmanlust4]

[twisted-talez]

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” my Uncle Travis demanded in a puff of cigar smoke when I entered his workshop, his private domain adjacent to the main house. As always, he was shirtless, taunting me with his manly body. Travis kept an old army cot in one corner, where he often slept away from my aunt. I had often fantasized of being defiled by my uncle on that cot. “What the fuck do you want?” he repeated.

“Aunt Tammy suggested that I come out here and check on you,” I lied, for I secretly loved being in his testosterone-laden orbit, soaking up his toxic masculinity.

“I thought you two were baking cookies?” Travis asked, his voice emphasizing the last word in a mocking falsetto.

“We finished the cookies—chocolate chip, your favorite,” I reported. “Aunt Tammy left a plate of them in the kitchen for you. She’s taking a nap now.”

An awkward silence filled the workshop as Uncle Travis held me in his gaze, his arms folded across his muscular, hairy chest with his cigar gripped firmly between his teeth.

“Can I—can I try your cigar?” I stammered, breaking the silence.

“Sorry, boy. Cigars are for men,” he smirked, adjusting his package.

“But I’m eighteen now,” I protested, puffing out my chest. “I’m a man.”

“You might be eighteen—but you sure ain’t a man,” he laughed in a cloud of smoke.

“Please. I just want to try one puff,” I pleaded, my eyes traveling over his beefy, hairy body and lingering on the bulge in his shorts. Christ, I wanted his cock—and he knew it.

“You want something to smoke, boy?” he asked tauntingly, reaching into his shorts and pulling out his thick, hairy eight-incher. “Then why don’t you smoke this?”

Instinctively, I dropped to my knees and took his fat cock down my throat as he grabbed the back of my head. His pubes, mashed against my nose, gave off a heady aroma with notes of sweat, musk, and tobacco.

“Watch your fuckin’ teeth,” he admonished in another puff of smoke as I stretched my jaw, straining to deep throat him. I’d never sucked a cock with such girth. “You like this big cock, boy?” he asked.

“Mmm—hmpft,” I attempted to vocalize with a nod, unable to speak while he face fucked me.

“How bout you take it up the ass for me?” he suggested, pushing me off his cock and placing his cigar on the edge of his work table. “Bend over my cot over there,” he gestured to one corner as I pulled down my shorts and positioned myself against the old army cot.

“Fuck me,” I begged while he knelt behind me and spat upon his cock. “Fuck me with that big cock.”

“Damn, you gotta tight cunt,” he marveled, pushing into me from behind with his thick cock, barely lubricated with spit. The pain was excruciating. I wanted to scream my head off, but knew that my uncle expected me to take it like a man.

With his left hand pressing my face into the musty cot, Uncle Travis raised my ass with his right hand, pushing deeper into me. “This is how I like to fuck sissy boys like you,” he grunted, pummeling my hole.

My brain turned to Jell-O as Uncle Travis proceeded to destroy my hole. His persistent assault on my ass might have been ten minutes or possibly an hour. In a trance-like state, I lost all sense of time and place as my body morphed into an empty vessel for his pleasure. A low, primal growl finally snapped me back to reality.

“FUUUCK,” he barked, his body convulsing as a flood of warmth filled me from within. “Yeah, take this fuckin’ nut,” he bellowed, his balls emptying inside me. Collapsing with all his weight upon me, pushing me into the cot, I struggled to breath until he finally pulled out of me.

“Pull up your shorts,” Uncle Travis barked as he did the same, stuffing his wet cock back into his shorts. I quickly fumbled to hoist up my shorts over my used ass, my gaping hole leaking his seed.

His cigar was still on the edge of the work table, a wisp of smoke rising from it and dancing toward the ceiling. With Uncle Travis watching me, I reached for the cigar and took a long drag—exactly when my aunt walked into the workshop with the plate of chocolate chip cookies.

“What the hell, Travis?” Aunt Tammy cried out incredulously, nearly dropping the cookies as I coughed out a cloud of smoke. “The boy shouldn’t be smoking your cigars.”

“Pipe down, Tammy,” admonished Uncle Travis. “The boy is a man now,” he winked in my direction. “I’ve decided he’s gonna sleep out here in the workshop with me for the rest of his visit. Make yourself useful and see if you can round up a sleeping bag for him.”

“Yes, Travis,” answered Aunt Tammy, fixing me with a knowing, icy stare.

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

From the Twisted-Talez Vault 🔓

[kingfather1962]

[twisted-talez]

“You’re still in bed?” my buddy’s silver DILF father asked sarcastically from the doorway, the outline of his fat cock head bulging through his CK briefs. Ted’s arms were folded beneath his hairy pecs, a scowl upon his face. I couldn’t tell if he wanted to chew my ass out—or fuck it. “You plan on getting out of bed this morning?” he demanded.

“Shit. I mean—yeah,” I fumbled, trying to cover my naked body with the bedsheet. “What time is it?”

“It’s after 10 am, and my son has already left the house,” Ted answered flatly. “Don’t you need to be somewhere, too?”

“No—I don’t work until this afternoon,” I replied. “Trevor said I could crash here while he was in classes this morning. I’m sorry—he said you would be at work.”

“I called in,” Ted responded abruptly. “I didn’t sleep all that well last night. There seemed to be a lot of noise coming from this room.”

“I’m sorry,” I responded, wrapping the sheet around me as I got up from the bed. “I’ll get dressed and will get out of your hair.”

“No—wait,” he stopped me. “I want to talk with you. I’d like to know when you and my son started fucking?”

“Fucking? Trevor and me?” I feigned shock. “No. We’re just good buds. We don’t—”

“Cut the shit,” Ted barked. “I heard you two in here fucking all night. The headboard hitting the wall, the bed springs squeaking, and you screaming, ‘Fuck my hole, Trevor,’ over and over again. You think I’m an idiot?”

“No—I don’t think that. I’m sorry—it’s true,” I admitted sheepishly. “Trevor and I have been fucking for about six months. It sort of just happened one night.”

“Just happened?” Ted smirked. “My son’s cock just happened to slide up your ass?”

“We were really drunk—well, that first time, that is,” I explained feebly. “But we both loved it.”

“So are you two, like, boyfriends?” he asked, stressing the last word in a mocking tone.

“No. Jesus, no,” I answered emphatically. “We’re just, you know, fuck buds—it’s casual.”

“So—Trevor wouldn’t mind at all if maybe I fucked your ass?” Ted asked, pulling down the front of his briefs and revealing a big, thick cock that was growing rapidly hard.

Like a mindless cumdump under the spell of his huge cock, I automatically rolled over on the bed and presented my eager ass to him. Instantly, I could feel Ted’s weight upon the bed as he positioned himself between my legs, preparing to enter my sloppy hole.

Grabbing a pillow, Ted raised my ass and slid it under my hips. “This will give me the angle I like,” he announced. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he marveled, pushing into me with a forceful thrust. “Nothing like fucking an ass loaded with my own son’s cum.”

“Christ, you’re thick,” I winced, gripping the bedsheet as he went balls deep, the base of his thick shaft stretching my hole beyond its natural limit.

“Is my cock bigger than my son’s?” Ted asked, giving my hole some deep, deliberate strokes. “Am I bigger than Trevor?”

“Yeah—you’re way bigger than Trevor,” I conceded, reveling in the fullness of his big dick inside me.

“Well, I’m bigger than most men,” Ted laughed to himself, raising himself into a plank above me, his muscular arms locked and positioned on either side of me. “Hope you like it rough,” he announced, “because I’m about to wreck your hole.”

He wasn’t kidding. Instantly, he ramped up his pace, jackhammering my hole like a wild dog fucking a street bitch in heat. Never before had I been fucked with such violent intensity. His balls were slapping my ass as his sweat rained down upon me. I didn’t want the assault on my hole to end—but his balls had other plans.

“You want my cum?” he demanded urgently, keeping his frenetic pace. “You want me to dump my load in you?”

“Yes—breed my ass,” I begged. “Seed my fucking hole.”

“You’re about to get it,” Ted promised, pushing all the way into my depths. “HOLY FUCK—SHIT—YEAH—Take this fuckin’ nut,” he growled, his cock erupting inside me.

A sudden warmth began to consume me from within, his load spewing in my guts. Over and over, Ted grunted like a wild boar, his seed spreading through my depths, commingling with the seed deposited by his son just hours before—a fucked up family reunion in my bowels.

“Damn, you’re a hot fuck,” I praised Ted as he pulled out of me, his pearly load spilling from my used hole. “For an older dude, you had more stamina than most of the younger guys who’ve used my ass,” I conceded.

“Well, you took my big one like a champ,” Ted returned the compliment, raising himself off the bed and stuffing his wet cock back into his CK briefs. “You planning on coming back over here tonight—giving up your sweet cunt to my son again?”

“Yeah,” I answered. “But I don’t think we should tell Trevor that you fucked my ass.”

“Perhaps not,” Ted conceded. “But maybe you could float the idea of Trevor and me taking turns on your hole tonight? What do you think?”

“Fuck yeah,” I readily agreed, my ass twitching in eager anticipation of getting tagged by a hung father and son at the same time—maybe taking both cocks at once.

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

From the Twisted-Talez Vault 🔓

[uniformedhotmen]

[competitivemen]

When it turned out that it was Juan's brother in law who'd been the cop to pull him over for speeding, Juan had thought that he could use his family connection to get out of a ticket. Unfortunately for Juan, his cop of a brother-in-law wasn't the type to give out favours out of the goodness of his heart, especially as he didn't even get on with his queer of a brother, as they'd always butted heads and tried to get one over on each other in the past.

Once told that he'd need to make it worth the cop's while, Juan knew exactly what he could offer his brother-in-law. The cop hadn't been very keen to take up Juan's offer at first; he wasn't queer like his brother after all. But once Juan had teased him enough about how emasculated his brother would be by having his own brother cuck him, the cop couldn't slam Juan across the bonnet of his cop car, tear down Juan's pants and shove his cock up Juan's hole fast enough.

[potent-virility]

[twisted-talez]

“I thought you quit?” I playfully chastised my manly neighbor Bart upon seeing him with a cigarette in the alley behind our row houses. He was shirtless, the golden sunset kissing his muscular, hairy, inked body. Unlike Bart, I was not a smoker, but I desperately wanted to smoke that big cock stuffed inside his denim jeans. “You told me you were done with smoking,” I teased him. 

“Get off my fuckin’ back,” Bart rolled his eyes, taking a drag. “I had a shitty day at work, okay?”

“Just don’t let Ellie catch you out here smoking,” I warned. “She’ll have your balls.”

“I know,” he nodded, flicking ash onto the pavement. “I’ll finish before she gets home. I just needed a quick release.”

“I can give you a quick release,” I offered playfully. “And Ellie won’t smell it on you, like those cigarettes.”

“Dude, I’m not letting you suck my dick again,” Bart refused in a long stream of smoke. “I was drunk off my ass that one time.”

“Yeah, but not too drunk to admit it was the best blow job you ever had,” I reminded him. “Come on, man. Feed me a load over at my place,” I invited. “You know you’ll feel much better after I’ve drained those balls for you.”

“Not gonna happen, dude,” Bart stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray upon the garden table before stashing it behind a potted plant. “I gotta go mouthwash before Ellie gets home, or she’ll smell these cigs on my breath,” he turned to leave.

We parted ways, each of us to our own house. I was in my kitchen not five minutes later, pulling a box of pasta out of the cupboard to make dinner, when Bart wrapped urgently at my kitchen door. 

“Let’s make this quick,” he pushed inside as I opened the door, Listerine on his breath. “Ellie is gonna be home any minute now.”

Bart made a fast beeline to my couch, unzipping his jeans, releasing his thick, veiny, nine-incher as he took a seat. I instantly dropped to my knees, taking his big one down my throat, sucking him hard. 

“Christ, I forgot how good you are at this,” he exhaled, his head tipping back in ecstasy as I took him to the balls. “Yeah, choke on this big fuckin’ dick,” his hands held the back of my head. 

I went to town on that big dick, ravenously sucking him from base to tip. My hands reached up and massaged his hairy pecs as I sucked him, his big cock growing even more rigid in response. I then came up for air, my tongue traveling south to suck his full balls. 

“Yeah, work them balls,” he gripped his cock in one fist, beating it against my face as I sucked on his ripe, round beauties, churning the seed within. “You keep that up and you’re gonna get a big load outta me,” Bart promised. 

I worked my way back up his veiny shaft, licking along the way, taking that meaty head back down my throat. I had just resumed sucking him, eager to get his creamy load in my belly, when Bart suddenly stopped me. 

“Pull down your shorts,” he ordered. 

“Uh—okay,” I complied, pulling them down. “You want to see my cock while I suck you?”

“No—turn around,” Bart ordered. “I want to see your ass. Now bend over, show me that cunt.”

I did as told, exposing my hole to him. His thick finger found my knotted sphincter, tracing the rim, slowly pushing into it. Bart began to finger fuck me, pushing his digit in past his thick knuckle, opening me up. 

“Sit on my cock,” he demanded, suddenly withdrawing his finger and pulling me onto his lap. “I want to finish inside you.”

Wordlessly, I complied, taking a seat upon him like a kid sitting on Santa’s lap. With my ass resting upon his muscular thighs in a reverse cowboy position, Bart grabbed me by the hips and pushed into me. 

“FUCK,” I yelped, a flash of pain consuming my body as Bart rammed his nine-incher up my ass. He immediately went to work, his hips driving that big dick in and out of my straining hole, my back rubbing against his hairy chest and belly. 

Though I had sucked him beforehand, his cock was too dry. The friction was off the charts as he assaulted my hole, pummeling my ass with zero mercy. Yet that friction would work to my advantage. 

“I’m gonna bust,” Bart warned suddenly, a deep throbbing in my bowels. “OH FUCK—Here it comes—FUCK—YEAH—FUCK,” he bellowed, his cock releasing his seed into my depths. 

“Yeah, breed me,” I moaned in delight, grinding my ass against his pubes as his big dick flooded my guts with his warm load. “Seed my fuckin’ hole.”

“That was good,” Bart pushed me off his lap as soon as his balls were depleted, my body tumbling to the floor. “I gotta get home now before Ellie catches my ass over here,” he stood up and stuffed his cummy cock back into his jeans. 

“You’re welcome to come back whenever you want,” I invited, standing up on wobbly legs, his cum leaking from my gaping hole. “You can fuck me again like that anytime.”

“I’ll be back after work tomorrow,” Bart assured me, zippping up his fly. “If I’m gonna kick smoking, I’ll need another vice to take its place. Fucking your tight ass every day seems like the perfect choice.”

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

[azulep]

[sukbigones]

Older, thick-cocked men are often (most straight men are not as grooming-oriented) ignored, but not by me and my bottom boys, once a week hosting a group of new and current members (who add to the excitement by bringing a +1 every time), the cocktail reception before it all putting them at ease, removing their inhibitions for when the 5 of us enter the basement wearing jockstraps, our perky and plump, ready-lubed asses ready to welcome them… the +1s are usually hesitant at first but quickly join their friends who pick which of us their group will first manhandle, grabbing us by our waist or arm and begin poking and prodding with their fingers, easily sliding into our ready holes… during these grab and poke seconds, their cocks hardening, they intensify the poking and prodding, choosing who will be the first to impale the “poor” submissive bottom, always bending us over so our mouths are leveled to their tumescent hardons… the anal impalement is followed by the oral attack, those waiting for the impaler to finish, taking turns grabbing our ears and stuffing our mouths with 1 or 2 cocks, the bottom boys licking and sucking as if our lives depend on it as our boy-holes are being ravaged by those +1s who have gotten a taste of of boy holes that are eager to be taken any time of day or night… we are passed around like rag dolls, cum leaking out of our ravaged boy-holes and still fresh in our mouths as we mix the loads with our saliva before swallowing it all, looking forward to the next cocks and their delicious liquid gold… as the regular ones leave, the +1s stay behind, their cocks still hard even after dumping 3 or 4 loads into us, now returning to the one(s) they fancy most for the slower anal impalement or to enjoy one’s oral talents one-on-one or as a group, their cocks remaining hard throughout the next hours, our boy-holes and mouths hungrily taking them all again, and again, and again, cum flowing into us from everyone…

[hildadepolarix-deactivated20150]

[cutebttmguy]

Hole stretcher. 😜😜😜

[men-in-motion]

[jocksidagain]

"Did I hear Ryan in the bathroom with you?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, he was, eh, shaving."

"While you had a shower?"

"Sure, why not? We're both men, babe, it's no big deal."

"If you say so. I suppose it's good that you're spending time together. It felt like you were in there for a while though."

"Yeah, he was shaving everything. You know these young gym rats. Obsessed with that Instagram aesthetic."

"Like father, like son I guess."

"Something like that."

She doesn't need to know that that young gym rat wasn't shaving at all but was rather fucking your ass in the shower. It's almost funny how close she comes to suspecting something but then stops short.

[nouveaux-yeux]

[twisted-talez]

“I’m glad you could join us, son,” my dad greeted me, standing in front of his old camper, holding hands with his 19-year-old boyfriend Jax. They were even dressed similarly, I noted. “Jax and I have been looking forward to this trip,” Dad smiled. “I want the two most important men in my life to get to know each other.” In that moment, I didn’t realize that getting to know my dad’s new boyfriend would mean sticking my big dick in the little slut.

It had been a year of upheaval for Dad. With his fiftieth birthday on the horizon, he had divorced my mom and started fucking one of his male students at the university where he taught—probably not in that exact order. And now Dad and his new boy toy were an official couple. 

“Jax is—uh—just a little younger than you,” Dad told me over the phone when he broke the news to me. 

“Dad—the boy is only nineteen, according to Mom,” I protested. “He’s six years younger than me—and not even half your age.”

“Age is just a number,” Dad insisted. “I think you’re really going to like him, which is why I’ve asked Jax to join us on our trip in the camper this summer.”

“What?” I gasped. The annual trip had always been just Dad and me. Never my mom. Never any of my buddies. Never any of my girlfriends. “Why do you get to bring your new boyfriend?” I demanded. 

Dad ignored my pleas and overruled all my objections in the weeks leading up to the trip. And it took all my strength to go through with the ordeal when I arrived to Dad’s house in early June to meet Jax for the first time and begin our annual summer adventure.

“I’m glad you could join us, son,” Dad greeted me, standing in front of his camper, holding hands with Jax. They were even dressed similarly. Fucking shoot me. 

We drove up into the mountains the first day, an awkward, polite silence taking hold between us as we did a long hike. We stopped at a few vistas, Dad asking me to take photos of him and Jax while they held hands, sometimes kissing—with tongue. It was a difficult pill to swallow. 

The sleeping arrangements had caused some consternation. The camper had a pullout bed in the back that slept two comfortably, three not so much. But Dad was determined to make it work. I had brought a small pup tent and a sleeping bag to sleep outside of the camper, weather permitting. 

Dad pulled into one of our favorite campsites that first day and quickly built a campfire. After a dinner of hot dogs roasted over the fire, the stars shining bright above us, Dad pulled out a bottle of Jim Beam, passing it between the three of us. 

“So, why don’t you tell me how you two started—uh—dating?” I asked taking a swig of bourbon as Dad and Jax huddled together opposite me. 

“I sucked his cock at a gloryhole on campus,” Jax laughed. “The one in the basement of the science library.”

“To be fair—I just needed to drop a quick load,” Dad interjected. “I didn’t know that Jax was my student at the time.”

“I knew,” Jax giggled. “I recognized you through the gloryhole and knew I had scored when you pushed that big cock through to me.”

“Jax dropped my class right after that,” Dad shared. “The university has no issue with students and professors—uh—fraternizing, as long as they don’t have an academic connection.”

“We certainly had a connection,” Jax groped Dad’s cock lasciviously through his pants. My dad then crossed his legs to hide his raging boner. 

Dad quickly changed the subject, peppering me with questions about work—“It’s okay”—and asking if I was seeing (fucking) any new girls—“Not really.” I had to admit that it was difficult to see my dad so happily in love when my own sex life had been shit lately. 

“Well,” Dad stretched, “I think Jax and I are gonna hit the camper for a little couple time.” This occurrence had been discussed in advance with Dad—that I would give them an hour or so alone in the camper each night before bedtime to, well, fuck. 

“Have fun,” I wished them awkwardly. 

“Oh—we will,” Jax winked back at me, the little cock slut. 

The festivities inside the camper started almost immediately. I tried not to listen, really I did. But it was hard to ignore the persistent moans and grunts of ecstasy pouring out of the open windows, the camper shaking from side to side, and carnal outbursts of:

“Yeah, suck my big cock. Get it ready for your tight hole.”

“Mmm, fuck me. You’re big dick feels so good in my cunt.”

“Yeah, open that pussy for me. You’re about to get my load.”

“Breed me. Fucking seed my ass.”

“Here it comes—FUCK—FUCK.”

After about forty-five minutes of live porn being broadcast to the campsite, Dad and Jax finally quieted. Soon, the door to the camper opened. Dad emerged naked into the cool night air, his big cock swinging between his legs, glistening wet. He had always been proud of his incredible body and was somewhat of an exhibitionist. 

Dad approached me at the campfire, his spent cock inches from my face, a drop of cum defying gravity at the tip. In his hand he held a joint. He took a toke and then handed it to me. We passed it back and forth for a few minutes in silence before Dad blurted out, “Jax wants you to fuck him.”

“What?” I gasped incredulously. “You told him I’m not gay, right? That I don’t fuck guys.”

“Well, to be fair, I didn’t fuck guys either until a year ago,” Dad laughed in a burst of smoke. 

“Dad—I’m not about to—”

“When did you last have some pussy?” Dad cut me off, passing the joint back to me. “When did you last get off without your right hand doing all the work?”

“I—I dunno,” I took a toke, the smoke exiting my nasal passages in a thin stream. “It’s been awhile.”

“I’m betting it was Alexa—the last you had some poontang,” he guessed correctly. “And you two broke up over two years ago.”

“It’s not easy, Dad,” I tried to argue. “I try to put myself out there but—”

“You just need to get back in the saddle,” Dad cut me off. “And just so you know, there’s a horse in that camper that wants you to ride him hard.”

“I think that horse has already been broken,” I poked fun at his metaphor. 

“Yeah, I just fuckin’ beat that horse to death,” Dad laughed boastfully. “But seriously, son. You just need to get laid. Go in there and fuck that boy. He’s got a sweet cunt. And he thinks it would be good for us all if you fucked him. Sex is a powerful bond.”

“You—you seriously want me to fuck your boyfriend?” I asked. “You’re not going to be weirded out by it? You’re not gonna act all pissed off at me afterwards?”

“Of course not,” Dad assured me. “Jax is young and has an insatiable sex drive—far out pacing this old timer’s libido,” he laughed. “I try to keep up with him, but sometimes I enjoy taking a break and letting another man use his hole. I kind of like being cucked, I guess. And who better to cuck me than my own son?”

This wasn’t the first time that I’d been given the opportunity to fuck a guy. A dude on my lacrosse team in high school came out to me and then promptly offered up his ass. A fraternity brother tried to get me to fuck him late one night while we were drunk and watching porn. And I had lost count of the many, many guys at the gym who, after seeing my big one in the showers, had offered to bend over for me. 

But what all those offers had in common was that my response was always: “No, thanks. I’m good.” And I was good. I was handsome, athletic, and hung like fuck. Pussy was easy for me. And then, one day, it simply wasn’t easy anymore. But maybe it was all in my head? Maybe Dad was right? Maybe I just needed to get back in the saddle and get my mojo back?

Maybe I just needed to fuck Jax?

“Look, son,” Dad continued, taking a deep drag on the joint as he stared into the fire. “I think if you’d just open up your mind to the possibility of sex with a man, then you will find that—”

“I’ll do it,” I blurted out, cutting him off. “I’ll fuck your boyfriend—I’ll fuck Jax.”

Jax was on the pullout bed in the back of the camper when I entered. He was on his stomach, Dad’s pearly cum leaking from his used hole. Stripping off my shirt and stepping out of my shorts, I was quickly upon him, my big dick raging to be inside his sloppy hole. 

“I was hoping you’d come in here and fuck me,” Jax moaned, turning his face back towards me as he raised his ass slightly, giving me better access to his hole. “Damn, you’re just as hung as your dad,” he observed astutely. “Get that big dick in me.”

Not needing any further invitation, I climbed between his legs. Planking above his ass, my arms pushed into the mattress on either side of Jax, I lined up my dick with his gaping hole and slid right into him.

“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, finally enjoying the warm embrace of a wet hole after a prolonged dry spell. “Dad was right—you do have a sweet cunt,” I marveled, delivering some initial deep thrusts, testing out Dad’s new fuck toy.

“It’s all yours,” Jax taunted, grinding his ass into me, my balls mashed against his hole. “Fucking wreck my cunt with that big dick. Show me what you got,” he dared me.

And so I reared myself upwards, my hands at the small of his back, just above his ass, all my weight upon him. I was going to give Jax what he wanted—I was going to fucking wreck him. 

Instantly, I began to jackhammer his sloppy cunt. A wet thwack echoed inside the camper as I pounded his hole mercilessly, Dad’s cum driven more and more out of Jax’s used hole with each forceful thrust into his bowels.

“That’s it, son,” Dad’s voice was suddenly at my ear. His hands were on my shoulders, massaging me like I was a boxer about to go into the ring. “Fuck his ass,” Dad hissed in my ear. “Fucking destroy his boy pussy.”

Emboldened by my father’s directive, I fucking let loose on Jax. In college, I had a reputation for being a bit of a fuck boy, mindlessly smashing whatever pussy came my way with complete disregard for the bitches themselves. I found myself channeling that old version of me, hammering Jax’s quivering cunt into submission with a violent intensity. 

“FUCK,” Jax screamed, pushing himself up onto all fours as I moved my hands to his shoulders, digging into his flesh while I continued to pummel him relentlessly. “You’re getting me so good. You’re gonna make me cum,” he cried out, his hard dick bobbing up and down between his legs in rhythmic unison with each drive I delivered into his cunt. “I’m so close.”

“Make that bitch cum,” Dad was in my ear again. “Make him shoot his load with your big cock buried in his guts.”

I delivered a rapid succession of thrusts, battering his bowels as his sphincter began to throb around the base of my thick cock. “FUCK—I’m cumming,” he screamed, his load spraying all over the sheet as I continued to plow him. I could feel every pulse of his orgasm, his fuck canal contracting and relaxing around my cock. The sensation was mind-blowing and orgasm inducing. 

“Cum with him,” Dad demanded in my ear, my load rising in my shaft, my balls beginning to throb. “Breed that bitch while he writhes and screams on your big rod.”

“Get ready for it, Jax,” I growled, my load imminent. “You’re about to get my nut.”

“Breed me,” Jax begged, his knees giving out, my weight driving his body into the mattress as his orgasm finished and mine commenced. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“FUCK—SHIT,” I grunted, giving one last, deep thrust as my cock erupted in his depths, my load spraying into his wrecked cunt. My seed spewed forth in the little slut, uniting with the load my dad had left behind, our shared DNA mixing together like some mutant experiment. “FUCK,” I continued to grunt until my balls had stopped throbbing, the last of my load deposited into Jax.

“Well done, son,” Dad slapped me proudly on the back as I pulled out of Jax, my load—and Dad’s—gushing from that used cunt. “You did good, son. Now it’s my turn for another round,” Dad announced, shoving me out of the way as he plunged his big cock into Jax’s sloppy hole. 

The night stretched on from there, Dad and I taking turns as we dumped load after load into Jax, the boy always begging for more. I felt alive again, the master of my big cock once more. Sex had completely transformed me, restoring my lost confidence and self-esteem. And I had my dad to thank for this new lease on life.

We got dressed up in denim jeans and button-downs the next evening for a night out at Armadillo’s, a honky-tonk bar and restaurant that Dad always loved to visit on our trip. After fucking Jax the night before, I had reclaimed my mojo and was ready to score some pussy again. 

In no time, I had a hot, blonde bitch in boots and Daisy Dukes flirting with me, pushing her big tits up against me on the dance floor. And so I lured her back to the old camper, parked just across the street. With her boots wrapped around my meaty ass, I pounded out my nut into her baggy cunt. 

“There’s the man,” Dad high-fived me after the bitch and I had done our walk of shame back to the bar, parting ways inside as she loudly told her friends that I was hung like a motherfucker. “Did you enjoy her pussy?” Dad inquired.

“It was alright,” I shrugged. “To be honest, I think I’d rather dump a load in Jax again later tonight, if you don’t mind.”

“Mind?” Dad laughed, gesturing to Jax out on the dance floor, two studs in cowboy hats grinding up against him. “It looks like Jax is organizing a pretty hot gang bang for us all tonight.”

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

[maleordercatalog]

[twisted-talez]

“You got a minute before you get ready for work?” my bearded, hunky stepdad Ted asked, having a seat on my bed early in the morning. He was shirtless, as always, his chiseled body driving me wild. “I think we should talk about last night.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” I assured him.

“I fucked your ass,” Ted countered. “That’s hardly nothing.”

“Really—it’s no big deal,” I doubled down. “Mom is out of town. You needed to get your rocks off. You were drunk. And so you fucked my ass.”

“I wasn’t that drunk.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I laughed. “These things happen all the time.”

“Not to me,” Ted spat. “I’ve never cheated on your mother. And I’ve certainly never fucked a guy.”

“There’s a first time for everything.”

“Yeah, well, I’m your stepdad,” he puffed out his chest authoritatively. “It was wrong for me to fuck you. I should never have taken advantage of you like that.”

“Taken advantage?” I laughed. “First, I’m twenty years old. I’m capable of consent. And second, it should have been clear that you had my consent when I kept screaming, ‘Fuck me with that big cock,’ over and over again.”

“Well, that still doesn’t make it right.”

“But you liked it, didn’t you?” I asked. “You liked fucking my ass?”

“Shit,” he exhaled. “I’m not gonna answer that.”

“This is the best cunt I’ve ever had,” I impersonated his deep, sonorous voice. “Those were your exact words when you were balls deep in me.”

“Yeah, well, that was the booze talking.”

“Then prove it,” I dared him.

“What?”

“Fuck me again right now—when you are clearheaded and sober—and tell me that my ass isn’t way better than any pussy you’ve ever had,” I insisted.

“I’m not gonna—wait—what the fuck are you doing?” he demanded.

Pulling down my bedsheet, I was still naked from being railed by Ted the night before. Flipping over, I presented my ass to him, my hole still raw and puffy from his abuse, his cum still leaking out of me from the three loads he had shot up my ass.

“Fuck me,” I moaned like a bitch in heat, pulsing my wet sphincter like a homing beacon. “Get that big dick in me again. I need to feel you cumming inside me once more.”

“Christ, I’m weak,” he muttered to himself as he pulled off his shorts, his massive cock springing to attention. “But this is the last time I’m gonna fuck your ass, okay? Once your mom gets back to town, this shit comes to a stop.”

“Whatever you say,” I winked back at Ted as he began to plank above me, his muscular arms pushed into the mattress on either side of me while he prepared to sink his big one into my warm, wet cunt.

“Fuuuuck,” Ted exhaled, pushing balls deep into me. “It’s like warm apple pie.”

“Wreck my hole,” I begged as he began to jackhammer me hard, giving it to me fast and frenzied like he had the night before. “Fucking give it to me.”

“Jesus, this is good,” he bellowed, his big dick a battering ram in my bowels. “Christ, you’ve got a cunt made for cock.”

“Is my hole better than pussy?” I taunted. “Is it the best cunt you’ve ever had?”

“Yes—fine—I admit it,” he rammed hard into me. “This is the best cunt I’ve ever had.”

“That’s what I thought,” I winked back at him, grinding my ass into him. 

Ted was a fuck machine—his big cock hammering away at my quivering cunt with reckless abandon. I tilted my pelvis, allowing him to slide even deeper inside my void, my eyes rolling back into my head each time he delivered a deep dive into my bowels. Christ, it was good.

“You want my cum?” Ted sought urgently. “You want me to shoot another fuckin’ load up your ass?”

“Yes, Ted,” I begged, my hands gripping the bedsheets beneath me. “Fucking breed my hole.”

“You’re about to get it,” he warned, pounding me harder, his balls smacking my ass over and over again. “You ready for my cum?—Yeah?—You want my load?—Here it comes—Aww—FUCK—FUCK—SHIT.”

A deep throbbing commenced in my bowels as my stepdad unloaded inside of me, his warm load ejecting into my deepest recesses. “FUCK—FUCK,” Ted continued to grunt, a warm sensation spreading through my depths, his seed attempting to take root within me.

“What time you gotta be at work?” he asked, pulling out of me, his pearly load streaming from my wrecked hole, dripping down the back of my ballsack. 

“Uh—in about an hour,” I answered. 

“You wanna call in?” Ted suggested, wiping his cummy cock on my sheet. “We could maybe get in a few more fucks before your mom gets back to town this afternoon?”

“I’m game for that,” I agreed eagerly. “But then no more once Mom is back, right? Isn’t that what you said?”

“Yeah, well, I don’t see why we can’t keep having some fun when your mom’s not around,” Ted smiled broadly. “Now how about you come join me for a shower?” he grabbed my hand, pulling me off the bed. “I love a good shower fuck, but your mom is never game.”

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

[gc8118]

My daughter brought her boyfriend home from college.

I'm openminded, so of course I had no problem with them sharing her old bedroom.

But until 2 in the morning, I could hear them having sex. I lay in bed unable to sleep as the bed creaked, he grunted, she moaned ... and then it all started up again.

This was my daughter, so I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't keep myself from getting hard. And after everything settled down, I still couldn't fall asleep. I wouldn't be able to until I did something about my boner, and I started stroking.

As I was about to shoot, I heard the door to my bedroom creak. Fuck! He was standing there in his boxers, and I was naked in bed, cock hard and leaking.

Of course, I stopped, started to pull the sheet over me. He stepped into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

"Are you as much of a sex freak as your daughter, Mr. J?"

"Wha ... no ... you shouldn't be in here."

"You gonna throw me out, Mr. J?" He stood right next to the bed, the crotch of his boxers inches from my head.

"You wanna see what Denise can't get enough of?"

I didn't answer, but he pulled down the boxers. His dick was semihard, wet from all the fucking, a gob of pre on the head. "Suck it, Mr. J."

I moved my head toward him, my tongue snaking out to lick the pre, and then I opened my mouth wide, wider than I ever had, and took the fat head between my lips. I heard myself moan, sounding like Denise.

He grabbed my head, pushed forward, gagging me. Then he settled in to fucking my skull. "Such a good cocksucker, Mr. J. Better than your daughter."

I don't know how long that lasted, but after a while, he climbed onto the bed, between my thighs, lifted me up, lined his cock up against my hole, and shoved himself in.

The first thrust was enough to bring me over the edge and I shot all over my hairy chest. And then he fucked me long and deep. As he filled me up, I shot again.

"Shit, Mr. J, I'm afraid that after tonight both Denise and you are gonna be pregnant. Do you want to raise both my babies?"

I didn't answer, but I moved down on the bed, cleaned off his messy cock with my mouth. "You really are a good cocksucker, a natural. Maybe tomorrow you should give Denise some lessons."

[dicklover33suck-deactivated2025]

[competitivemen]

Derek was well pleased when he discovered that his new flatmate was a secret cocksucking slut. He’d been worried how he was going to keep his balls drained regularly after he’d been kicked out by his wife after they’d gotten into an argument over her not putting out enough to keep his high libido satisfied. With a cocksucker in the flat, Derek could just whip out his thick cock whenever he needed relief, and his roommate wouldn’t be able to resist getting to his knees and sucking Derek’s cock to the root.

The best part was that the flat had an office in it, which meant that Derek could work from home whenever he wanted and have his flatmate suck him off while he was answering emails or listening in on some redundant meeting. Derek definitely wasn’t looking at getting back with his wife anytime soon, with how dedicated his roommate was at swallowing his load at every opportunity.