“Good morning, stud,” my buddy’s dad greeted me when I awoke in his bed, a seductive smile upon his bearded face, his bedroom eyes fixed upon me. We were both completely naked, his muscular, hairy body pressed up against me, a pillow balled up under his head. “That was hot as fuck last night,” he winked at me, his hand reaching out, stroking my chest.
“Did—did we fuck last night?” I gasped, my brain trying to comprehend what was happening while still in the throes of a raging hangover.
“Hell yeah, we fucked last night,” he smiled, rolling on top of me, kissing my neck, his beard scratching my skin. “And the sex was fucking amazing.”
“Christ,” I groaned. “I let you put your dick in me?”
“No, Trevor,” he laughed, kissing down my treasure trail, his beard tickling my belly. “You put your dick in me—and busted two big loads up my ass.”
“But—but Mr. Anderson,” I protested. “I’m not gay—I fuck girls.”
“First, call me Rick,” he insisted. “There’s no need for formalities when you’ve had your dick inside me. And second, you might not be gay—but maybe you should tell that to your rock-hard cock?”
At that moment, Rick took my raging boner into his mouth and began to suck me. Instantly, he was deep throating me, my eight-incher sliding past his tonsils, my balls mashed against his chin.
“How—how did this happen?” I questioned, fighting the urge to push Rick off me while simultaneously enjoying the best damn head of my life. “The last thing I remember, Dylan and I were tossing back tequila with a couple of hot bitches at Coyote Jake’s,” I recalled. “Oh Christ, does Dylan know that I fucked his own father?”
“Calm down, Trevor,” Rick insisted, releasing my cock from his throat. “Dylan doesn’t know a thing. He’s still sleeping like the dead in his room. You two Ubered here shit-faced drunk at 2 am. I practically carried your wasted asses to Dylan’s room, where you both passed out cold.”
“But how did I end up in here—fucking you?” I demanded.
“I’m getting to that,” Rick sat up, gripping my hard cock in his fist, pumping it as he spoke. “At some point in the night you stumbled naked into my room, mumbling something about needing to smash some pussy.”
“I—I don’t remember that.”
“No shit,” Rick laughed, straddling my body, still stroking my cock. “You stumbled in here, grabbed that lube there on my bed table, greased up your cock, climbed on top of me in bed, and then shoved your big dick up my ass.”
And at that moment, upon explaining how I had ended up in his bed, Rick sat upon my big cock, taking me into his depths once more. Immediately, I was balls deep in the warmest, tightest hole imaginable.
“Fuuuuuck,” I exhaled, my head tipping back in ecstasy. “You’ve got a sweet cunt.”
“That’s exactly what you said last night when you shoved that big dick into me,” Rick laughed as he began to ride me, his hands upon my chest, his tight sphincter gliding up and down my rigid pole.
“Yeah, ride this big dick,” I exclaimed, casting off my inhibitions, embracing the act of fucking a dude. Rick’s tight hole was fucking amazing—far better than any pussy I ever had. I might as well enjoy it, I told myself.
“Fuck, I love riding a hung, young stud like you,” Rick bellowed, his pelvis gyrating atop me, his fuck canal gripping my cock from within.
“I—I didn’t know that you’re gay,” I admitted, getting my hips into the action, syncing my rhythm with his.
“After I divorced Dylan’s mom,” Rick began, my cock a piston in his hole. “I topped a few gay dudes, just needing to get my rocks off. But then this one guy convinced me to flip fuck with him and, after experiencing the sheer bliss of a big dick up my ass, there was no turning back.”
“But, don’t you feel like less of a man now?” I suggested. “You know, taking dick from guys?”
“Only a real man can take a cock up his ass,” Rick answered, his muscular, hairy body working my big dick, supporting himself on his powerful thighs. “I never feel more manly then when I’ve got a big cock inside me.”
I had to admit that it was hot watching this hunk of a man as he took charge of my cock, writhing upon it, inching me closer and closer to orgasm. Bitches always tired quickly when trying to ride my big one, but not Rick. He was riding me like a champ, an expert jockey upon a thoroughbred.
“Fuck, l want your cum,” Rick threw back his head, sweat dripping down his hairy chest as he increased his pace, riding me harder. His thighs slapped heavily against mine with each downbeat, my balls smacking his ass in return. “Breed me,” he begged.
“You’re about to get it,” I warned, biting my lip, trying to hold back my load. His talented hole was just too good, his expert moves coaxing my balls to give up their seed. “I’m getting close,” I exclaimed, the cum rising in my swelling shaft.
“Seed me,” he demanded, bucking hard on my engorged cock, my balls beginning to throb. “Shoot that load up my ass.”
“FUCK,” I growled, my cock detonating in his depths, my body convulsing beneath him. “FUCK—FUCK,” I continued to grunt loudly, my load spewing rhythmically, spraying the walls of his fuck canal with my warm seed.
“That’s it, baby,” Rick encouraged, holding still upon me, reveling in the feeling of my pulsing cock in his depths. “Empty those balls in me.” Slowly, my orgasm ebbed, my balls satiated.
“Fuck, that was good,” I exhaled as Rick dismounted me, my spent cock flopping audibly against my thigh, my pearly load gushing from his gaping hole. “You’ve got an incredible cunt,” I praised him. “We need to do this again—soon.”
But before Rick could respond, a figure appeared in the doorway. It was my buddy Dylan, leaning against the door jamb with his arms crossed over his hairy chest. He was in his boxer briefs, a look of disgust upon his face.
“Dylan,” I gasped, trying to cover my cum-slicked cock with my hands. “Don’t be mad, dude. It’s—it’s not what you think.”
“Jesus Christ, Dad,” Dylan reprimanded his father, ignoring me. “Why do you always give up your ass to all of my buddies? It’s really fucked up.”
“Don’t be jealous, Dylan,” Rick pushed himself upwards and onto all fours upon the bed, presenting his available ass to my buddy. “You know that I’ll always let you dump a load in me, anytime you want, son.”
I watched transfixed as Dylan pulled down the front of his briefs, resting the waistband beneath his heavy balls. His thick, eight-incher was raging hard, a drop of precum forming at the tip. Dylan quickly stepped up to the plate, grabbing his dad by the hips as he prepared to mount him.
“Jesus, Trevor,” Dylan exclaimed, turning his face to me as he pushed balls deep into his father. “You dumped a big fucking load in my dad’s ass. It’s wet as fuck all up in here.”
“You gonna give me some more cum, son?” Rick asked, twerking his used ass upon his son’s thick rod. “Shoot a big load in me?”
“You know it, Dad,” Dylan slapped Rick’s ass before digging into his shoulders, pounding him hard. I delighted in watching my buddy railing his own father as I slowly stroked my big dick, patiently awaiting my turn to pound another load into the slutty DILF.
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“Christ, I needed this,” Dad exhaled, stretching one muscular arm behind his head as he relaxed upon a lounger on the hotel’s rooftop pool deck. His hairy chest was soaking up the afternoon sun, the mountains in the distance, as Dad sipped on a Paloma from the pool bar. “I’m glad you suggested this trip for us, son,” Dad held up his drink to toast me in celebration.
“Don’t mention it,” I smiled, trying not to ogle my own father’s incredible body. “I know the divorce from Mom was rough on you, so I thought you deserved a chance to blow off some steam. I’ve got a whole itinerary planned for us. After dinner at the hotel tonight, there’s a comedy club up the street, and I thought we could—”
“I’m gonna stop you right there, Zach,” Dad held up his meaty palm. “I appreciate that you’re looking out for me, and I look forward to spending some quality time with my only son,” Dad continued, “but before any of that can happen, I really need to score some pussy tonight.”
“Oh—uh—sure,” I nodded, surprised by his unveiled intent.
“You’re a man now, Zach,” Dad began. “So I’m gonna level with you. Your mother didn’t show me her pink cunt for at least the past ten years. And once we started the divorce proceedings, my attorney advised me to keep it zipped—that a lot of wives hire investigators to dig up shit that could be used against the husband. But now that the divorce is finalized and I’m a free man, my balls are gonna pop if I don’t get laid—fast.”
“I understand completely, Dad,” I assured him. “To be honest, I was really hoping to get some dick while we’re here. Let’s ditch the comedy club and check out the hotel bar tonight. A good looking guy like you—you’ll have your choice of pussy. And maybe I’ll score me some cock.”
“Fingers crossed for the both of us,” Dad smiled deviously before knocking back the rest of his drink.
The hotel bar, with a crowd that was much younger than Dad, was not what he had anticipated. Although he was an undeniably hot DILF, Dad’s game was a bit rusty, having been married to my mom for the past twenty-five years.
But Dad’s luck changed when an attractive, young woman seated at the opposite end of the bar started making eyes at Dad. And from the way she was dressed in a tight skirt and a low-cut top that revealed her ample tits, the bitch was definitely looking to get her pussy smashed.
“Go talk to her,” I encouraged Dad.
“I’m already on it, Zach,” he replied, standing up to approach her. “Give me a couple hours after I take her up to our room, okay?” Dad requested. “I’ll hang the Do Not Disturb sign while we’re—uh—busy.”
Within three minutes of chatting with the hot bitch, Dad was escorting her out of the bar and towards the elevators in the lobby, his meaty hand at her back. Dad looked back and gave me a thumbs up, his mojo restored, his big cock already straining against the fabric of his linen pants in anticipation of pounding the bitch’s eager pussy. I was happy for Dad’s good fortune.
Fortune favored me as well that night. Within minutes of Dad’s departure, a good looking guy in town on business sidled up next to me at the bar and bought me a drink. I could see the white tan line from where he had removed his wedding band. Married guys looking for a warm hole while traveling for work are always a good fuck. And so I followed the guy up to his room where he pounded my ass for over two hours, ignoring the intrusive calls from his wife before seeding my hole with a massive load.
It was after midnight before I slinked back to the hotel room that I was sharing with Dad, my hole wrecked. The Do Not Disturb sign was conspicuously absent, and so I decided it was safe to enter.
I found Dad upon the bed, in nothing but his briefs, watching pay-per-view porn, his hard cock stretching the material, a dark spot of precum staining the front. The door to the mini bar was hanging open with empty miniatures of gin, whiskey, and vodka strewn on the floor.
“What—what happened with the hot bitch?” I asked, confused by the scene in front of me.
“She was a fucking whore,” Dad spat drunkenly, not taking his eyes off the porn on the TV screen, a blonde bitch getting her pussy double-tagged by two hung guys.
“Well—isn’t that what you wanted?” I laughed. “An easy slut looking for dick?”
“No, Zach—she was an actual whore—a prostitute,” Dad clarified. “She sat me on the edge of the bed, unzipped me, pulled out my big cock, and said it would be $100 bucks to suck me off—$250 if I wanted to smash her pussy. So I told her to get the fuck out of my room.”
“Why’d you do that?” I asked. “You’re horny as fuck. It would have been money well spent to get your rocks off.”
“Do I look like a guy who needs to pay for sex?” Dad barked angrily. “Never in my life have I been so hard up for pussy that I had to fuck a prostitute, and I don’t aim to start now.”
“I know—I’m sorry,” I sympathized. “Look, it’s only a bit after midnight. The bar doesn’t close until 2 am. Let’s get dressed, go back down there, and—”
“I’m not going back to that damn bar, Zach—not tonight,” Dad refused. “I just want to go to bed and start fresh in the morning.”
“I think that’s a good idea,” I agreed. “But let’s turn off the pussy porn, okay?” I suggested, reaching for the TV remote. “Watching it now is only going to make things worse.”
“Fine,” Dad agreed, pulling down the covers to his bed. “How was your night, Zach?” he changed the subject, slipping under the covers and propping his muscular arms behind his head. “You score any dick?”
“Yeah,” I answered, embarrassed at my good luck in the face of my dad’s misfortune. “The dude dumped a big load in me.”
“You gay guys have it so easy,” Dad grumbled. “Sex is like a handshake for you guys. You don’t have to jump through countless hoops to get laid, like us straight guys.”
“Actually—the guy who fucked me tonight was straight,” I informed Dad. “I saw evidence of a wedding band, and his phone kept blowing up while he was railing me—probably a paranoid wife.”
“Does that happen often for you—sex with straight guys?” Dad asked, his interest piqued.
“Yeah—I mean, probably half of my hookups are with straight guys just looking for an easy hole,” I admitted candidly. “A lot of guys just need to drop a load when they’re not scoring pussy, or when their wives or girlfriends aren’t putting out.”
Dad was quiet, his wheels turning. We had never had such a frank discussion about my sex life. He knew I was gay, but normally didn’t wish to know the gory details.
I quickly stripped down for bed. Turning out the light, I gave Dad a quick peck on the cheek, his eyes closed, his breathing shallow. I then climbed into my own bed, turning over onto my stomach, balling up the pillow under my head. I soon began to drift off to blissful sleep—until it happened.
Dad’s weight was suddenly upon my bed, the covers inching their way below my ass. I knew what was happening—what he wanted. The truth was that I wanted it, too.
As a gay boy growing up with a father that looked like mine—the incredible good looks, the muscles, the hairy chest, the big dick—sex with my dad had long been a gay son’s fantasy. And now all those wet dreams were finally coming true. The man needed a warm hole, and I was there to provide it.
“Fuck, that’s a wet pussy,” Dad moaned, his breath hot at my ear, his thick finger probing my used hole as he pulled down my briefs with his other hand. “I’m gonna enjoy pounding this cunt.”
His weight was suddenly upon me, his hairy chest pressed into my back. His rounded cock head found my sphincter, initiating penetration. Dad raised himself into a plank upon his muscular arms, his strong hands pushed into the mattress on either side of my body. And then—wham—my father’s nine-inch cock, the cock that had made me, was inside me.
“Fuuuuuck,” he exhaled, instantly going balls deep. “Christ, this hole is tight.”
I wanted to joke that my hole was much tighter a couple hours prior, before the married guy at the bar pounded the shit out of me. But I was silent, not wishing to break the spell. Dad was drunk off his ass, his body consumed with the need to fuck. It was likely he wouldn’t even remember fucking me the next morning. I decided that I would be an anonymous participant, passively allowing Dad to use me in any way that he wanted.
What Dad wanted was to destroy my cunt. Instantly, he revved his engines, his speed going from zero to sixty in about three seconds as he proceeded to pummel the shit out of me. I gripped the sheets beneath me, bracing myself against his assault, his big cock abusing my hole.
“Fuck yeah—take this big cock, bitch,” he barked at me. Did he even know it was me that he was fucking—his own flesh and blood? Did he even care? Our shared blood sure didn’t matter to me. I was reveling in the feeling of his big cock up my ass. I had taken big cocks before, but never one that could rival my dad’s huge endowment.
As a kid, I had once caught my dad getting out of the shower. Innocently, I asked if my penis would grow to be as big as his one day. “I bet you’ll have a big one like me when you’re all grown up, son,” he gave me a wink before shooing me away. But Dad had lied. My dick, though perfectly serviceable, had never reached his epic size. But now, thanks to a sick twist of fate, I got to experience the thrill of having a big dick like Dad’s—inside me.
“That’s it—open that cunt for me,” Dad growled in my ear, his breath laced with booze, as I tilted my pelvis. Dad’s big cock slid impossibly deep inside my bowels, my toes curling in response. Christ, the man was a fuck machine.
Over and over he continued to jackhammer my quivering cunt, battering my bowels with an unbridled fury. His pace was too quick, his drive too intense. His balls were too backed up. His stamina couldn’t possibly hold out much longer.
“FUCK,” he bellowed urgently on the precipice of orgasm, his big cock expanding in my fuck canal. “You want some cum, bitch? You want me to dump this massive motherfuckin’ load in you?”
Once again, I failed to respond, afraid that the realization that he was balls deep in his own son could burst the bubble just before Dad’s climax. I wanted his load up my ass, and I was not about to do anything to jeopardize that result. In the end, it didn’t matter. Dad was ready to blow his wad and there was no stopping him.
“FUCK—SHIT,” he growled, his big cock throbbing in my depths, spewing his seed—our shared DNA—into my deepest recesses. “Yeah—take my nut, bitch—FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt.
When his cock ceased pulsing inside of me, when his balls had yielded the last of his seed, Dad collapsed upon me. His drunken breath was hot at my ear, his sweaty chest pressed into my back, his big cock slowly going soft inside of me.
Dad pulled out of me as quickly as he had entered, a gaping hole left in his wake. His cum streamed from my used ass, puddling on the sheet beneath me. Worldlessly, he stumbled back to his own bed, crashing hard. Within minutes, he was snoring softly, deep in the clutches of post-coital slumber.
Dad was already dressed and combing his hair in the mirror when I awoke the next morning, my used ass still sore and leaking cum. He was bright-eyed and chipper. A good fuck was clearly what the man had needed. But did he even remember what had happened—that he had fucked his own son’s ass?
“Get out of bed, sleepyhead,” he called to me, like I was a kid again. “I’m heading down to the breakfast buffet, Zach. So get your ass in the shower and meet me downstairs.”
Dad was at the omelette station when I arrived to the buffet. A well-dressed, attractive woman was flirting openly with my dad, her hand on his muscular forearm as he held his plate. She threw her head back, laughing openly at one of Dad’s lame jokes. The bitch was clearly into my father, and would have likely spread her legs for him atop the breakfast pastries table if Dad had offered up his big cock to her.
“She’s a good catch,” I whispered to Dad moments later as he took a seat with me at a table in the corner. “I can make myself scarce for a couple hours if you want to smash her pussy up in our room.”
“I have no desire to smash her pussy,” Dad refused.
“Why the hell not?”
“Well, for starters,” Dad began, “that flirty bitch is on the wrong side of thirty. I just got rid of an old car—I’m not looking to drive another one. And furthermore,” Dad locked eyes with me, “I’d rather fuck your tight ass again. So hurry up and finish your goddamn eggs, son. I’ve got another load in these balls for you.”
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"Okay bud, get the condom out and roll it a little bit with your fingers so you know which side goes on first," Dad said as he held his hard dick straight up.
I did what he said and opened it from the corner and felt the lightly lubed latex on my fingers. I dropped the empty packet on the floor, I was a bit nervous and excited about this whole experience.
Not wanting to assume anything I extended my arm, trying to hand it to Dad so he could show me how to roll it on.
"It's okay, you could do it," he said casually, as if I wasn't going to have to touch his cock to do it. "Place it on the tip and then use your fingers to push and roll it down on me."
"Okay," I replied softly, not wanting to sound too eager that I was going to touch him.
I scooted my chair so that I was sitting with one of my legs between his. Reaching over I put the condom on the tip of his dick, he throbbed and moved a bit as I touched him.
He was so big, I had seen it soft plenty of times but never like this. He kept his cock straight up as I used my fingers to move the condom down over him. He looked up at me a couple times and then right back down at himself. I put my cupped hand over the tip of his dick and push down, feeling my father's cock in my grip.
"Perfect, keep rolling it down like that with your hand," he coached me.
I felt him pulse in my hand, I was making him feel good by my touch, and there was no way around it.
"How far down?" I asked as it was 75% down his length.
"To the base, keep using your grip, stroke it downward... Yeah, just like that," he said with a strange tone in his voice. "Remember when you are putting it on you have to stay hard, otherwise it won't go on."
"Oh, I'm always hard," I joked.
Dad laughed, "I guess it's a given, you wouldn't need one if you weren't," he replied.
I had got it down to the base but I kept 'trying' to get it on farther. I kept stroking his dick through the condom and feeling his thick meat in my hand.
Okay, pull it off and do another, Dad instructed me.
I grabbed the base of his cock with my bare hand and pulled off the condom with my other, holding on to him without anything between us this time. He didn't stop me as I held on and reached over to grab a new one.
"Here I can open it for you," he said, stopping me from using my teeth.
As he began opened the condom as I held his dick for him, it was so surreal, casual, no big deal. He made me feel comfortable and I decided to start stroking him.
"I'm keeping you hard," I said, giving myself an excuse.
"Oh okay," he chuckled and dropped the package on the floor and handed me the new condom. "Here you go," he said. "I want you to be safe, I don't need any grandkids until you're ready, okay?" He told me.
"Sure," I replied with a smirk.
I doubted that it would be much of a problem for me but I think he knew that, he had caught me plenty of times looking at gay porn on the living room computer when he came home from work early.
I pushed the condom down his cock and stroked him as I did, I held on to his balls this time and squeezed them slightly as I was basically jerking him off trying to get these condoms on. He was throbbing in my fist and taking deep long breaths.
"Perfect," he said as I got it to the base again.
"Dad?" I squeaked out. "We don't have to waste this one, do we?" I asked, nervous about what he would say.
"No, I guess not," he replied.
I could see it in his face, he knew exactly what I meant and he wanted it. I stood up and dropped my shorts and stepped out of them. It all happened so fast, I was climbing on his legs as he gripped my ass and helped stabilize me. He was sat back as I reached back and pointed his cock towards my hole.
"I'm pretty big, go slow," he told me as I felt the tip of his cock touching my ass.
"Okay," I replied, relaxing my butt muscle to allow him in.
"Oh jesus," Dad moaned as I felt the tip penetrate me. "You're tight."
"You're bigger than I've taken," I told him, being honest.
"Others?" He asked, as I slid down his cock.
I felt him stretching me out like I had never been stretched before. My own father was inside of me and it felt amazing.
"Josh and Mike," I told him, they were my two best friends, straight but we had messed around.
"Okay, well now I know why you guys stay in the basement together," he laughed as he put his head on my stomach and I landed firmly on his lap. "You need to use protection, even with your buddies," Dad told me.
"Okay," I agreed, as I shifted on him, feeling him deeper than anyone had been.
I picked my body up and sat back down on my father. I felt so good and he moaned as we began fucking in the kitchen. My dick had started dripping on his shirt so he lifted it up, exposing his stomach and hairy chest. I felt him trusting upward into me as I bounced on top of him.
"Up," he said and I stood over him, legs weak. "I'm taking the condom off, that okay?" He asked, I nodded yes.
He pulled it off and threw it on the floor. "We don't have to wear one?" I asked, a bit cocky.
"Not if we wear them with others," he replied and smiled, knowing he was being hypocritical.
I sat back down and felt Dad's raw cock sliding back in, fuck, nothing between me and my father. Just his thick cock deep in my hole. He was probably leaking and it made me leak even more.
"You feeling good?" He asked as I did most the work, fucking myself on him.
"Oh yeah, your cock feels amazing," I said as I continued my movements, copulating with my own family member. "How's my ass?" I asked him back.
"Great," he growled. "This isn't supposed to be happening, but I'd be lying if I hadn't thought about it."
"Me too, if I'm honest," I replied. "You think Mom will be mad?" I asked him.
"No, she told me to do what it took to make sure you don't give her grandkids yet, I think this counts," Dad said. "We play with others, she'll be fine."
He grabbed my hips and started lifting me up and dropping me down on his lap. The way his cock was pushing on my prostate was driving me crazy. The idea that my own father and I were having sex was turning me on like crazy. I leaned in and gave him a kiss on his lips expecting him to pull away, but I couldn't help myself. He didn't, he kissed me back. I could feel his thick beard on my face as we made out and bonded in a new, different way we had ever.
"You keep kissing me like that and you're going to make me come inside of you," dad said in the middle of our make out session and fucking.
"In me?" I said, heart racing.
"There's no condom on, where else will it go?" He asked. "That okay?"
I nodded yes and kept bouncing. I wanted my Dad's cum inside of me so bad, but I didn't want to let him know just how much. So I leaned in and began kissing him again. Sex with Josh and Mike was nothing like this, this was so much deeper, raw, sexually charged. With them it was fun and good, but with Dad it felt passionate and deeper.
Dad began breathing harder so I leaned back and began to start picking and sitting down harder than I had been. Looking at him as we did this blew my mind. I couldn't wait till he blew his load inside of me, just like he did to Mom when he made me.
"Here I go," he said as our bodies slammed together. "Oh shit!" He moaned.
"Oh damn, Dad!" I cried out, lustful and out of it. "Cum in me!" I told him what I wanted.
My cock shot off, coating him in my load as I felt his cock throbbing inside of me, filling me up with his familial cum. My own father went from teaching me to use condoms to putting his raw dick in me. Nothing could have prepared me for this whirlwind of a Sunday afternoon.
He pushed me down on top of him, and I leaned in and began kissing him again. His cock was firmly inside of me, depositing every bit of his sperm as deep as his he could. I felt his tongue dancing with mine as I rested and caught my breath.
"That's going to happen again, right?" I asked, trying not to sound too eager.
"Of course, I hope so," he said smirking, looking drained and relaxed under me.
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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.
I didn't think Dad would actually do it. He had told me that he was horny and when I offered to help him I was only half joking so he didn't think I was a freak.
"Oh shit," I said sitting on the couch in his office.
We lived alone together so it wasn't a problem getting caught, just the possible guilt after the deed I guess.
"You said you wanted to see it," he laughed a bit nervously.
"I did, I mean I do," I said looking at his cock.
I didn't dare look up yet, I was too scared. For now it was just a cock, a nice cock, that's all. It wasn't Dads, it was just there, I tried to convince myself.
Without thinking I reached out and took hold of it and started stroking him. Shit, I was too horny to change my mind or think any differently.
"Oh," Dad said under his breath.
I couldn't help but to look up at him when I heard him. He had a face I had never seen on him, he was in the same boat I was horny and couldn't think. We connected eyes and he blushed and smiled, I did the same.
"It's big," I said jerking him off, my heart beating fast.
"You like it?" He asked me.
I nodded yes and opened my mouth and looked up at him and let him make the next move. He pointed it towards me and put it in my mouth. I closed and felt the feel and taste of my own father for the first time as he let out a sigh.
"Jesus, Matt," he said as I began to suck. "This is crazy."
I agreed but my mouth was full to properly respond. Instead I began to suck my Dad and gave into the fact that this was happening and it was going to be okay.
I sucked and bobbed all over him, going hard and fast as I couldn't help myself. I needed cock and it didn't matter who's it was.
"Matt, I'm not going to last..." was all I heard before a flood of cum filled my mouth and I naturally gulped down. "Oh god!" Dad moaned.
It fucking tasted amazing, sweet and salty, just the way I liked. I moved my hand up and down as I milked him for all he had, a truly big load that was exactly what I wanted.
It ran down my chin as I kept going until he got too sensitive to keep going.
"Crap," I said as I pulled off and took deep breaths.
"You good?" Dad asked, concerned with what we had done.
"I'm great," I said, and grabbed his cock again and licked and played with it some more. "This happening is perfect, for both of us," I told him. "You okay?"
He smiled big, and nodded yes. "As long as you are, so am I."
“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.
“You’re still a fucking stud,” Rex winked to himself, standing shirtless before the bathroom mirror, his big dick stuffed into his shorts, still engorged and slicked with cum. He held up his phone to take a selfie, a souvenir of the auspicious day.
Rex had turned sixty that day and, though his hair and thick stache had gone silver, he still had the muscular body of his youth and a massive, nine-inch cock that could easily maintain a rock-hard erection—not that it mattered to his wife. To celebrate this milestone birthday, Rex had done something that he never expected to do—he had fucked a guy up the ass.
Rex blamed his wife for this indiscretion, for she was often at the root of his problems. It had all started that morning.
“Be sure to leave work timely today,” Barb had ordered him. “The entire family is meeting us for your birthday dinner at Maison du Tricheur. I’ve booked a table for 7 pm.”
Rex hated fancy French food and hated Barb even more for not knowing that about him by now—his sixtieth birthday. Rex missed the days before his marriage when he and his buds would spend his birthday at some dive pub, eating greasy burgers and knocking back cheap beer, scoring easy pussy by the end of the night. Now all of his buds were married with children and grandchildren, and he rarely saw any of them anymore. It sucked to get old.
“I’ll be home by 6 pm,” he assured his wife, accepting a peck on the cheek from her. Rex recalled those early years of marriage, before kids, when Barb would wake him up on his birthday with a sloppy blow job and then ride his cock until he creamed her cunt. Those days were over. Rex couldn’t recall the last time Barb had spread her legs for him.
Instead of pounding his wife’s pussy that morning, Rex had decided to pound some weights at the gym. He was proud of his killer body and didn’t see his birthday as an excuse to skip leg day.
“Happy birthday,” Rex‘s trainer smiled as Rex entered the gym. Luke was holding out a bag of gym swag as a gift to Rex. It was just a bunch of cheap crap emblazoned with the gym logo, but the gesture touched Rex just the same.
Luke had been Rex’s trainer for the past two years. He was twenty-four and had a defined gym body typical of trainers. Luke was also openly gay and wasn’t so good at hiding his crush on Rex. It made Rex uncomfortable at first, that this young, fit, attractive gay dude was into him. But in time, Rex learned to take the crush as a compliment.
“Any plans for tonight?” Luke asked, piling weights onto the leg press for Rex.
“Uh—dinner with the family at Maison du Tricheur,” Rex replied, taking a seat at the press.
“I thought you hate French food?” Luke cocked his head.
“I do,” Rex laughed. “I’m glad you can remember that, as my wife certainly can’t.”
“That sucks,” Luke sympathized. “Well, at least you’ll score some birthday sex tonight.”
“Ha!” Rex laughed sarcastically, extending his legs, the weights rising in response. “My wife hasn’t shown me her pink pussy in years. I’m certain she won’t start again tonight.”
“Fuck,” Luke gasped. “That really sucks, man. What a complete waste of that big dick you’ve got.”
“Wait a minute,” Rex let the weights crash down. “How’d you know that I’ve got—”
“A big one?” Luke cut him off with a laugh. “Dude. It’s open showers here. Everyone at this gym knows you’re hung like fuck. All the gay dudes call you Long Dong Silver behind your back.”
“You’re shitting me,” Rex gasped, his hand covering his junk instinctively.
“I kid you not,” Luke raised his right hand as if taking an oath. “I can hook you up with an easy hole, if you just want to get your rocks off on your birthday. There’s no shortage of gay dudes here who would gladly bend over for your big one.”
“I’m—I’m not gonna fuck some dude,” Rex protested, scrunching up in his face in disgust. “I’m not some fag—sorry—I know I shouldn’t say that word. I’m not gay.”
“Dude. You don’t have to be gay to fuck a guy,” Luke laughed at Rex’s naivety. “Hell, half the dudes I drag home from this gym are straight, married guys like you who are just looking to dip the stick.”
“Good for them,” Rex replied. “But I’m not about to—”
“You got any plans today?” Luke interrupted. “After the gym?”
“I’m going to work.”
“On your birthday?”
“Yeah.”
“No you’re not,” Luke insisted. “I’m canceling the rest of my clients for the day, and you’re gonna come back to my place.”
“So I can fuck you?” Rex snapped. “Fuck no. You’re barking up the wrong tree.”
“Maybe,” Luke nodded. “But at least come over and let me give you a birthday massage. You’ll be putty in my hands. And if you want to tap my ass afterwards, that’ll be your call. Either way, you’ll get a killer massage out of it. You need to do something special for your birthday.”
Though Rex had no desire to fuck Luke, the massage offer was enticing. It had been ten years since he had a massage—on that Caribbean cruise that he and Barb had taken one summer. The muscular masseuse had grabbed his big cock and offered him a happy ending, but Rex declined, batting the guy’s hand away, disgusted by the seediness of the act.
“Okay—you can give me a massage,” Rex agreed, finishing his set at the leg press. “But that is all you’re gonna give me, you understand?”
“Fine by me,” Luke winked. “You’re the birthday boy.”
Twenty minutes later, Rex was face down on a massage table in the corner of Luke’s bedroom. Luke didn’t provide a modesty towel to cover Rex’s ass, but Rex wasn’t too bothered by that. Luke had clearly seen his chiseled glutes many times at the gym.
“Jesus, you’re tense,” Luke remarked, his oiled hands digging into Rex’s beefy shoulders, his capable hands kneeding the twisted knots in Rex’s back.
“That feels so fucking good,” Rex exhaled, the stress in his body melting away. Luke worked down Rex’s spine, eventually pummeling his sore glutes before heading south and releasing the tightness in Rex’s hamstrings and calves.
“You can flip over now,” Luke directed.
“But—but my cock—?” Rex began to protest.
“Please,” Luke laughed. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it before, Long Dong Silver.”
Though blushing from the monicker, Rex flipped over, his big cock flopping against his left thigh. He tried to reposition his thick member to the center of his body, mortified to find he was sporting a decent chubby.
Ignoring the rather large elephant in the room, Luke proceeded with the massage, working the soles of Rex’s feet before continuing up his legs with long strokes across the quads that came dangerously close to Rex’s balls.
Rex could tell he was getting hard, but it was impossible to hold back. His cock had a mind of its own, and no amount of brain power could tame his raging boner.
“Don’t be embarrassed by that,” Luke acknowledged the massive barrier in his path as his hands continued around it, working up Rex’s abs and to his pecs. “Most guys get wood during a massage—even straight guys. It’s the increased blood flow that does it.”
Rex made no response, willing himself to not feel aroused as Luke worked his pecs, his fingers making soft circles around his nipples, giving gentle flicks. Rex could feel precum running down his veiny shaft, traversing his ball sack. His mind told him to end the massage, that things had gone too far, but his body wouldn’t yield.
“Fuuuuck,” Rex exhaled as Luke’s hands traveled south once more, his fingers resting just at the base of his shaft, making circles in his pubes.
And then Luke went for it, gripping Rex’s thick cock at the base with his left hand as his right hand wrapped around Rex’s girthy shaft, slowly jacking that big cock.
“Christ, that’s feels good,” Rex remarked, raising his head slightly to look down at his big cock being jerked off at a slow, steady rhythm.
“I’ll stop if you want,” Luke teased, his finger gently circling Rex’s fat cock head, lightly flicking his cum slit. “We don’t have to continue.”
“No—please don’t stop,” Rex pleaded. “It feels so fucking good.”
Emboldened, Luke upped the ante, taking Rex’s cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around that fat cock head. Rex’s big one responded in turn, growing even more rigid in Luke’s talented mouth.
“Yeah, suck my dick,” Rex moaned. “Suck my big, fucking dick.”
Luke proceeded to deep throat that big dick, his neck like a piston. Rex’s hairy balls smashed against Luke’s chin on every downbeat. Unbeknownst to Rex, Luke had a black belt in dick sucking and was eager to show off his skills.
“I’m not gonna last much longer,” Rex warned. “You want me to bust in your mouth?”
“No,” Luke replied, popping off Rex’s cock, that big dick smacking audibly against Rex’s hairy thigh. “I want you to cum up my ass.”
And then the inevitable happened. Rex was powerless to resist it, watching as Luke pulled off his shorts and began to straddle Rex right there on the massage table. Hadn’t this been in the cards all along? If Rex had searched deep into the recesses of his brain, he would have seen that he knew he would end up fucking Luke that morning—that he wanted it to happen.
“Fuuuuck,” Rex exhaled as Luke sat on his big dick, his fat cock head breaching the tight knot of Luke’s sphincter, his shaft gliding effortlessly into a warm, wet fuck canal. Luke was taking it like a champ, not wincing in discomfort like Barb when Rex used to fuck his wife.
“You feeling good, big guy?” Luke asked, bobbing up and down on that big dick, his feet planted on either side of Rex’s muscular thighs, his hands resting upon Rex’s hairy pecs. “You like having your big dick in my tight cunt?”
“Fucking incredible,” Rex responded, trying to hold back his nut. “I’ve never had pussy this good.”
And it was true. Rex had reveled in sowing his wild oats in his youth. Having won the trifecta of the genetic lottery—good looking, a hot body, and a big dick— Rex had always scored pussy easily. But of all the bitches that he had once screwed, pounding out his load into them in the backseat of his car on Saturday nights, none had a snatch that could remotely compare to Luke’s hole.
Never had Rex been able to go balls deep in any girl, his cock head always ramming her cervix before he could reach the elusive bliss of total penetration. Yet Luke easily took Rex’s big dick all the way to the balls in his endless fuck canal. And when it came to tightness, no pussy could match the grip of Luke’s sphincter—not even the countless virgins who Rex had deflowered back in the day.
“Yeah, fuck my ass,” Luke was moaning, bouncing up and down on that big dick, pulling Rex back to reality. “Fuck my hole with that big dick.”
With his muscular arms propped behind his head, Rex watched the joy upon Luke’s face as he rode that big dick—like a kid with his favorite toy. And then Rex felt it, that familiar throbbing in his balls, the pressure building in his shaft.
“I’m about to bust,” Rex warned Luke, his big dick swelling within Luke’s depths, on the precipice of orgasm.
“Yeah, breed my cunt,” Luke begged, twerking his ass rapidly on Rex’s big dick, milking it from within. “Fucking seed my hole.”
“Christ, that’s good,” Rex growled, his load imminent. “Yeah, that’s it, Luke. Just like that—Keep going—Keep going—Here it comes—OH FUCK—FUCK.”
Rex could feel his big dick exploding deep inside of Luke, an epic orgasm as his massive load flooded those warm depths. His big dick continued to pulse over and over, his backed-up balls releasing rope after rope of his thick wad.
“Mmm yeah, breed me,” Luke moaned, reveling in the sensation of Rex’s throbbing cock within him, the warmth of his load consuming the deep recesses of Luke’s bowels.
When the salacious act was complete, Luke dismounted, Rex’s copious load streaming from his wrecked hole. Luke immediately collapsed upon Rex, his head on his chest as they remained on the massage table.
“Did—did you like it?” Luke asked hesitantly, knowing how straight guys can suddenly be regretful after fucking a guy for the first time, even if they had enjoyed the act in the moment. “Did you like fucking me?”
“Did I like it?” Rex laughed, his arms wrapping around Luke. “I fucking loved it.”
“Happy birthday,” Luke tilted his head upwards and kissed Rex, their tongues dancing. Rex had never kissed a guy. But why the hell not? He’d just had his dick in Luke, after all.
“You’re still hard,” Luke observed, his hand traveling down Rex’s furry body, gripping his cummy cock.
“Jesus, look at that,” Rex exclaimed, looking down at his engorged member, shocked that he hadn’t yet gone soft. “That doesn’t usually happen. You want to climb back on and ride it again?”
“No,” Luke refused, a devious smile upon his face, dismounting the massage table and pulling Rex with him. “I want you to fuck me in my bed, your hunky body on top of mine, dominating me with that big dick.”
And for the next two hours, Rex pounded the shit out of Luke, pushing Luke’s knees to his chest, pummeling his cunt over and over. Rex lost count of his orgasms, dumping load after load into Luke’s insatiable, greedy cunt. Rex couldn’t believe his own stamina. He was fucking like he was twenty years old, and not like a man turning sixty.
“You’re still a fucking stud,” Rex winked to himself later that morning, standing shirtless before the bathroom mirror, his big dick stuffed into his shorts, still engorged and slicked with cum. Luke was dozing on the bed, his ravaged cunt leaking a pearly river onto the sheets. Rex held up his phone to the mirror for a selfie, commemorating the first time he fucked a guy.
Just as soon as he snapped the photo, Rex’s phone buzzed with a text from Barb. She was running errands and was near Rex’s office. Did he want to meet her for a birthday lunch at a nearby crêpe shop?
Rex began to tap out a response, but was interrupted by Luke calling to him from the bedroom. “Get your ass back in bed,” Luke begged. “I want that big cock inside me again. I need your cum.”
Hurriedly, Rex sent a text to his wife: “Can’t meet for lunch, babe. They’re riding me hard at the office today. I’ve been pounding away all morning. See you tonight.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“You’re still up?” my stepdad Marek asked, opening the door to his bedroom upon my knock late at night. He was shirtless, leaning against the doorframe, his hairy body taunting me. I wanted to inhale the manly aroma of his hairy pit and then work my way down that thick treasure trail to his big cock. “You need something?” he asked, breaking me from my trance.
“Yeah—uh—I thought maybe we could watch some TV in your room together,” I gestured toward the screen mounted opposite the bed.
“Uh—I dunno,” Marek hesitated, scratching at his thick stache. “I’m sort of watching—”
“Porn,” I finished his sentence. “Yeah, I know. I could hear it from out here in the hall. I thought maybe we could—”
“I’m gonna stop you right there,” he interrupted, slowly closing the door. “With your mother out of town, I had planned to rub one out before bed. And, no offense, but I don’t need an audience.”
“Please,” I begged, inserting my foot in the door. “I really want to get you off.”
“Get me off?” he spat. “Why in the fuck do you think that I would—?”
“Because you haven’t had sex in years,” I interrupted. “I know you and Mom don’t fuck anymore. The walls in this house are thin, and I can’t remember the last time I heard you two—”
“Since when is it any of your goddamn business about what happens in the bed that I share with your mother?” Marek barked, a mix of shame and anger in his eyes. “If you wanna get someone off,” he pushed me out of his doorway, “you can go get yourself off.”
He then slammed the door in my face. I retreated to my room, a thin wall between us. Marek returned to his porn, turning up the volume to an absurd decibel, a porn bitch moaning through the wall: “Yeah, Daddy. Fuck me with that big dick. Fuck me hard, Daddy.” This went on for several minutes, my mind imagining my stepdad in there, jacking his big dick, preparing to bust his nut—without me.
And then the sound cut off abruptly. Had Marek already finished? His pearly load sprayed up his hairy chest? I expected to hear the shower turning on, the water coursing through the pipes. Marek always took a post-coital shower back in the days when he’d keep me up half the night, pounding his nut into my mom as I listened through the thin walls. And more often than not, I would wake up early the next morning to the sound of Marek grunting another load into Mom before getting ready for work.
But there was no shower this time. Instead, I heard his bedroom door creaking open, the sound of his heavy footsteps in the hallway. My door was soon opening. Marek stood in the doorway, completely naked, his eight-inch cock raging hard.
“I’ll let you suck me off,” he offered tersely. “But I’m not gonna fuck you.”
“That works for me,” I agreed eagerly, scrambling off my bed, following my stepdad back to his room.
Marek was soon flat on his back atop the bed, his hairy legs spread wide to give me access to his big dick. He pulled one muscular forearm over his eyes, not wanting to witness his impending transgression—feeding a load to his barely-legal stepson.
“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled slowly as I began my work, taking his plump, hairy balls into my mouth. His nutsack was a mouthful, full of seed, aching for release. “Christ, that’s feels good,” he marveled, spreading his legs wider as my tongue lapped at that tender spot right below his balls.
I looked up at his big cock, raging hard, reaching for the ceiling, a drop of precum beginning its journey down his veiny shaft. Abandoning his balls, I licked up his thick shaft, tasting his precum, a mix of salty and sweet. My tongue found his helmeted cock head, swirling around its rim, teasing the sensitive underside near his cum slit.
“Suck me,” Marek begged. “Suck my big fucking dick.”
Needing no further invitation, I took his cock into my mouth and slid the entire length of his big one down my throat. With his balls mashed against my chin, I tongued the underside of his shaft.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he gasped, as I went to town on his big dick, my neck pivoting repeatedly, taking him past my lips from tip to balls over and over again. My oral skills were strong, and I aimed to prove it to him.
Though Marek was clearly enjoying the cock worship, his body writhing in response to my talented throat, he kept his eyes covered with one arm, refusing to witness the salacious debauchery taking place in the bed he shared with my mom.
As I continued to suck him, never removing his cock from my throat, I began to kick off my shorts. Marek had left a bottle of lube on his bed table in preparation for his intended solo bate session. I reached for it discreetly, popping off the cap with one hand. Deftly, as I continued to suck Marek, I proceeded to prep my ass, slathering the slippery lube into my hole with two fingers.
And then I went for it, with a pause in action surmounting to mere seconds, I released his cock from my throat, straddled him, and sat upon his cock. My hands went to his hairy pecs, bracing myself as I took him balls deep, my sphincter constricting at the base of his shaft.
“HOLY FUCK,” he gasped at the sudden change in pressure. Removing his arm from his face, he finally looked down at his cock, buried up my ass.
I froze. What the fuck had I been thinking? My stepdad had told me that I could suck him, nothing more, that fucking was clearly off the table. And yet, I had disobeyed him by taking his big dick up my ass. Our eyes met, his thoughts unreadable to me in the moment. Marek could push me off his cock, shove me to the floor, beat the shit out of me, tell me to get my faggoty ass out of his room. Time stood still.
And then it happened. Marek’s hands went to my hips, gripping into me, forcing me up and down upon him, wordlessly showing me the rhythm he required to get off inside me. Was this really happening?
“I never told you this, but I caught you getting fucked once,” he stated, the sudden sound of his voice startling me as Marek’s pelvis got into the action by thrusting into me. “I came home from work early one day and saw you and that kid up the street—the really tall one—what’s his name?”
“Tyson,” I answered, grinding into him, his balls mashed against my hole.
“Yeah—Tyson,” Marek nodded, licking his lips. “I came home and caught you riding Tyson on the couch in the den. And I was shocked.”
“Because I was taking cock?”
“No,” he laughed. “That was no surprise. I was shocked because I thought Tyson had a girlfriend.”
“He does,” I answered.
“Yeah—well—so I was shocked that this straight boy was fucking you,” Marek continued, propping his arms behind his head as I bounced up and down on his cock. “But it was all so fucking hot, watching you riding Tyson’s cock, the look of sheer bliss on that boy’s face when he came up your ass. In that moment, I was jealous—I wanted to be the one cumming up your ass.”
“Why—why didn’t you say something?” I paused, Marek’s dick still buried inside of me. “You could’ve—”
“Could’ve what?” he cut me off. “Told my stepson that I wanted to fuck his ass? I mean that goes against all the laws of nature. I mean, it’s not incest technically, but a guy fucking his stepson is still pretty fucked up.”
“Then why are you okay with it now?” I prompted, pinching his hairy nips as I resumed bouncing atop him again. “Why not stop me?”
“Because your ass feels too fucking good,” Marek growled, sitting up and wrapping his muscular, hairy arms around me. In a feat of technical skill, he flipped us over, never taking his cock out of me. Suddenly, I was flat on my back with my stepdad’s weight upon me as he began to pummel my hole.
“You like my big dick?” he taunted, jackhammering me furiously, slamming my body into the mattress. “Is this what you wished for all these years—for me to fuck the shit out of you?”
“Yes,” I exhaled, wrapping my legs around his meaty ass. “Fuck me with that big dick. Fucking destroy my hole.”
Before my eyes, Marek morphed into a fuck machine, battering my cunt relentlessly. He was now the man who used to keep me up for hours on end in my youth, the headboard hitting the wall as he grunted his load into my mom. But this time it wouldn’t be my mom receiving his warm seed—it would be me.
“You gonna let me shoot my load in you?” Marek asked, abusing my hole with a rapid fire of intense thrusts, his balls smacking my ass with each deep dive into my bowels. “You gonna let me seed your hole?”
“Yes,” I begged, gripping his hairy forearms, trying to brace myself against his assault. “Fucking breed me, Daddy. Fill me with your seed, Daddy,” I moaned, channeling the porn bitch he had watched earlier.
Though I had never used the word Daddy with Marek in our step-relationship, the endearment appeared to be a turn on. His cock grew even more rigid inside of me, expanding and swelling in my fuck canal as I repeated, “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me with that big dick.”
And then I felt it. A deep throbbing had commenced in my bowels as Marek began to quake atop me. “FUCK—FUCK,” he grunted, his cock erupting in my depths. “Yeah—take this fucking nut.”
Over and over his big dick spewed in my depths, filling me with his seed. I wanted to revel in the moment forever, our bodies conjoined as Marek bestowed his most sacred elixir upon me. Though I wasn’t his biological son, we now shared his DNA.
“Fuck, that was good,” he pulled out of me abruptly, breaking the spell, his load spilling from my wrecked hole. “I’m gonna take a shower,” he arose from the bed and ambled towards the bathroom, his spent cock dripping cum in his wake.
I suddenly felt discarded. The deed was done. He had no more need for me, so I returned to my own bed. I had just started to drift asleep when the door to my room creaked open.
“Why the fuck did you leave?” Marek asked from the doorway. He was still naked, his big cock hanging fully between his hairy thighs. His man fur was damp from the shower, the scent of his Old Spice body wash filling my room.
“I—I—I thought,” I began to stammer.
“Get your ass back in my bed,” Marek ordered playfully. “You’re sleeping with me until your mom gets back in town. And if you know anything about me—you know I’m gonna want to dump another load in you when I wake up in the morning.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“Dude—what the fuck?” I exclaimed upon coming back to my dorm room after class and finding my roommate Alfie sucking on the condom in which I had fucked some bitch the night before. His pocket pussy was on his bed. “Are you seriously eating my load from the trash?”
“Yeah—sorry,” Alfie admitted feebly. “There’s no sense denying it—I like to swallow your cum and then get myself off with my Fleshlight.”
Alfie wouldn’t have been my choice for a roommate, but we were thrown together by student housing our freshman year. Nerdy and cerebral, he was nothing like me—your average red-blooded jock just looking to fuck as much pussy as I could.
Alfie had some odd habits, like wearing the same blue ballcap and mirrored shades all the time—even to class. He also jacked off obsessively to gay manga porn with his pocket pussy, whereas I preferred to fuck real pussy.
Alfie also liked to watch me fuck the steady stream of bitches who I paraded through our room. I must admit, I kind of liked being watched. I have a big cock, big enough that I could do porn if college didn’t work out.
And so I didn’t mind the first time I was smashing some pussy on my bed, the bitch screaming her head off as I wrecked her cunt with my big one, and I looked over to find Alfie watching, rubbing himself. His eyes only emboldened my performance.
Weirdly, none of the bitches seemed to mind that Alfie would watch us so openly. With my good looks, chiseled body, and huge cock, these sluts would probably let me fuck them in the center of the campus quad in the middle of the day. That’s how desperate they were to get my big cock in their cunts.
If I’m being honest, most of these bitches would let me fuck them without a condom. And, like any guy, I loved the idea of fucking raw dog, busting my nut in a wet cunt, pulling out to admire the cream pie I left behind. But the idea of knocking up some bitch at eighteen scared the shit out of me.
“Always wrap it,” my father advised me when I left for college, giving me a bulk-supply box of Magnums XLs to get me started. “These bitches will tell you they’re on the pill,” Dad warned me. “But don’t believe them. They’re just looking to trap a good-looking guy like you into marriage.”
And so I took his advice to heart, always wrapping my dick when I fucked, shooting my thick load into that reservoir tip instead of seeding the bitch. I just never expected that my roommate Alfie would then eat my loads from the trash like some ravenous gay raccoon.
“That’s fucked up, dude,” I admonished him, catching him red handed, my used condom in his mouth. “That’s gross—it’s fucking trash.”
“One man’s trash is another man’s treasure,” he giggled sadistically, my discarded cum on his tongue. “Finders keepers.”
My first reaction was to march down to the student housing office and demand a new roommate. I shouldn’t have been expected to live with a weirdo who ate my cum out of the trash. But I had to admit, it kind of turned me on. Not only was I god’s gift to women, my big cock a source for their endless pleasure, there was a dude willing to fish my cum out of the trash just to eat it.
And so I let it slide with Alfie. He had flown his freak flag, and I was going to respect it.
“You—you’re not pissed?” he ventured when I backed down.
“Nah,” I dismissed. “Have at it, dude. Enjoy your meal. I guess it’s good to know my swimmers are going to good use, and not dying an agonizing death in a latex prison.”
But I wasn’t done with the matter.
That night, I scooped up another slutty bitch at a fraternity party, dragging her back to my room to fuck her senselessly. Blonde with big tits, I knew Alfie was going to love watching as I plowed her pussy.
Alfie pretended to be asleep when we stumbled into the room, crashing onto my bed, our clothes quickly dumped onto the floor. But I knew that sick fucker was wide awake, eager to watch and then eat my cum from the trash.
“Is your roommate asleep?” the drunk bitch squawked, eyeing Alfie, suspiciously prone on the bed.
“Yeah—just forget he’s there,” I insisted. “He won’t bother us.”
“You can fuck me raw,” the bitch gave me permission as I tore open the Magnum XL with my teeth. “I’m on the pill.”
But I ignored her, sheathing my sword in the anti-pregnancy protection of lubricated latex. Fully armored, I pushed open her legs wider, my meaty hands on her smooth thighs, and plunged into her pussy.
“You’re so fucking big,” she yelped like all the other bitches before her, my cock head smashing against her cervix. Her glitter-coated nails dug into my back.
I looked over at Alfie, already stroking his cock on his bed. Our eyes locked, my devious smiling conveying my ultimate wish for him: This one is for you, dude. Enjoy it.
I returned my attention to the task at hand—destroying the bitch’s cunt. Planking above her, raised up on my muscular arms, my hands pushed into the bed on either side of her enormous tits, I began to pummel her pussy at a brutal pace.
Yeah, I know I’m an asshole when I fuck. But the bitches I fuck aren’t girlfriend material. I’m not expected to make love slowly to them with passion. I don’t have to apologize afterwards for pounding her pussy into a pulpy mess, because I’m never going to see the bitch again. And the truth is, a lot of bitches like that.
“Yeah—fuck my pussy,” this particular bitch begged, my big cock stretching her labia, my pelvic bone rubbing against her nubby clit with each thrust.
I looked over at Alfie. He was watching intently, stroking himself. It seemed sad that he lived vicariously through my nightly fucks, but at least I always promised a good show.
“You like this big cock?” I demanded, enjoying the sight of her big jugs jiggling with each thrust that I delivered inside her. “You like this big cock in your tight cunt?”
A quick point of observation—her pussy wasn’t tight. She was so loose, I would have bet she’d already had a cock or two at the frat party where I found her. And from the viscous cream oozing from her pussy as I pounded her, I was certain my dick was surfing a wave of some other dude’s sloppy seconds. Sluts be sluts.
“Mmm, yeah. Your big dick feels so good inside me,” she moaned, holding on for dear life as I jackhammered her quivering cunt relentlessly. “I’m feeling close,” she warned. “Make me cum.”
I’m ambivalent about the female orgasm. If a bitch cums while I’m fucking her, more power to her. But it’s not my job to get her there. Frankly, I’m doing all the work just to get my nut off. She can worry about her own damn orgasm.
Thankfully, my big cock had done the work for both of us. A feral moan began in her throat. “OH FUCK—OH FUCK,” she screamed, digging her nails into my back harder, her pussy pulsing as I continued to pound her over and over. My own load was imminent.
“FUCK,” I grunted, my cock discharging, a wave of adrenaline surging through my body. I looked over at Alfie, our eyes locked, as I delivered up his future meal.
“Yeah, shoot that load in my pussy,” she begged, obviously forgetting that my swimmers were safely blocked by my latex cum catcher.
When my cock had stopped throbbing, my balls emptied, I pulled out of her. Her cunt was gaping, her labia red and raw following the assault I had delivered.
“Thanks,” I offered halfheartedly, looking down at my spent dick. The condom drooped from the tip of my cock, engorged with my pearly load. It reminded me of a deformed ballon animal.
Snapping off the condom, I handed it to Alfie, his eyes wide with surprise. Deftly, he stuck the open end in his mouth, resting it upon his tongue. Tipping his head back, he swallowed my warm cum, a soft moan escaping his lips as he finished.
“What the fuck?!” the bitch screamed in horror, sitting up in my bed, a witness to Alfie’s creamy meal.
But before I could respond, before I could tell her to mind her own fucking business, Alfie dropped to his knees, the emptied condom still in his hand. Brazenly, he took my spent cock in his mouth, licking me clean—and then sucking me.
“Fuck that feels good,” I exhaled, my head tipping back, my cock hard in his mouth. His warm throat felt better than any head I’d ever received from a girl. “Yeah—suck my dick,” I ordered. “Suck my big fucking dick.”
The bitch—I had nearly forgotten her—scrambled to her feet, yanking on her clothes from the floor. Shoving her feet back into her wedged platforms, she muttered something under her breath about sick fucks and men being pigs. She was soon bolting out the door.
“You two are fucked,” she yelled, slamming the door behind her.
“No—you’re the one who got fucked,” I shouted back, laughing to myself. I guess I should have felt a little sorry for the bitch, but I didn’t really care. I was well on my way to feeding Alfie his second load of the night.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“You boys need something?” my buddy’s dad asked, holding up the flap to his tent as I climbed in with him. A single camping lamp burned in one corner of the tent, illuminating his muscular, hairy body.
“I’m freezing cold,” I shivered. The outside temperature had dropped to the lower forties, yet Brock was shirtless in his sleeping bag. “Aren’t you cold?”
“Nah, I never get cold,” he winked, stroking his dense forest of chest hair, seemingly for my benefit. “Not with all this man fur that I’ve got.” And then he opened his sleeping bag for me, fully naked, his massive cock ready for action. “Why don’t you climb in here with me, Parker?” he offered. “I can warm you up.”
The annual spring camping trip with Grayson and his dad Brock had started when we were kids. And though I had been attracted to my buddy’s dad and his über masculine body since my earliest pubescent days, my lust for Brock only intensified after I had reached maturity. And though I was still deeply in the closet at the age of eighteen, I suspected that my desires had become apparent to him.
The first change in Brock’s attitude toward me occurred during our ritual plunge into a waterfall basin that was near our campsite, the icy waters churning with melt off from winter snows. We had always worn swim suits but, now that Grayson and I were grown, his dad stripped down naked with his big, floppy cock swinging between his hairy legs. He encouraged Grayson and me to do the same. Grayson and I politely averted our glances, not wanting to get caught staring at each other’s cocks. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off his dad’s huge dick—meaty and delicious, begging for attention.
To be fair, I knew Brock was hung like fuck. After the divorce from Grayson’s mom, it was no secret that he was giving it to all the divorced moms in the neighborhood—some of the married ones, too. I had overheard my mom’s friend Mina bragging that Brock had nearly busted her pussy, laughing that she almost needed stitches by the time he was done with her. Hearing shit like that only made me want Brock all the more.
On our first night of camping, Brock always made s’mores for Grayson and me as we sat around the campfire. But now that we were “big guys,” as he put it, Brock passed around a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. Taking the first swig, he then passed the bottle to me. Eagerly, I took my first sip, the alcohol burning on its way down, my cock hardening at the thought of his saliva on the rim of the bottle.
After several passes, the whiskey nearly gone, Brock passed the bottle to me once more. “Grayson tells me he’s been fucking that girl Bella up the street—the one with the big tits. Apparently, she’s a slut for dick just like her mom. You been fucking her, too, Parker?”
“Nah,” Grayson laughed, answering for me. “Parker is still a virgin.”
“Nothing to be ashamed of,” Brock winked at me. “It’ll happen when you’re ready. And something tells me your time will be soon,” he locked eyes with me.
My mind reeled. Was Brock flirting with me? I barely had time to process what was happening when Grayson stood up and yawned. “I’m tired as fuck,” he announced, staggering to the tent that we shared. Usually, I followed Grayson to bed. But with the alcohol coursing through my veins, my hormones in overdrive, I decided to stay by the fire with Brock, hoping he might make a move on me.
“I’m gonna hit the sack, too,” Brock announced, giving a broad stretch before heading to his tent. “You boys sleep well tonight. I’m always here if you . . . need anything.”
Did Brock expect me to follow him? Was the anything his cock? I was confused and, thus, made my way back to the tent I shared with Grayson. He was snoring lightly, huddled in his sleeping bag. I climbed into my own sleeping bag, resting my arms behind my head.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I should have made a move on my buddy’s dad when the two of us were alone by the fire. But I did nothing, waiting for him to proposition me. But the night was not lost. I needed to grab the bull by the horns and make my move. I needed to offer myself up to Brock.
Climbing out of my tent, I was elated to see his camping lamp illuminating the sides of his tent. Brock was clearly still awake.
“You boys need something?” he asked, holding up the flap to his tent as I climbed in with him, the lamp illuminating his muscular, hairy body.
“Aren’t you cold?” I asked, noting that he was shirtless. “I’m freezing,” I shivered.
“Nah, I never get cold,” Brock winked, stroking his dense forest of chest hair. “Not with all this man fur that I’ve got.” And then he opened his sleeping bag for me, naked beneath, his massive cock ready for action. “Why don’t you climb in here with me, Parker?” he offered. “I can warm you up.”
Instantly, my face was buried in his furry chest as Brock wrapped his muscular arms around me. Flipping us over within his sleeping bag, he was suddenly on top of me, pulling off my sweat pants with his meaty hands.
“I was hoping you’d come find me,” he growled, his breath hot at my ear, his scruffy beard scratching my cheek. “I’ve been jonesing to get my cock inside you all day.”
And then he kissed down my body, skirting around my cock, until his lips met my thighs. With his strong hands, he pushed my knees into my chest, exposing my hole to him. And then I felt it—his tongue probing into the puckered folds of my sphincter. The sensation was incredible, my toes curling as he licked and sucked at my hole, readying it for him.
“Holy fuck,” I moaned, pulling off his winter cap and running my fingers through his thick head of hair as Brock ate my hole ravenously. I tensed for a brief second as he pushed one and then two of his thick fingers inside of me, widening them scissor-like, opening my hole for him. “That feels so fucking good.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he laughed, pushing himself upward onto his muscular arms, his cock head pressed up against my virgin hole. And then—with one, deep thrust—Brock was inside me. I was a virgin no more.
“FUCK,” I cried, lighting bolts in my vision, my hole ripped apart. “It hurts so bad,” I whined like a baby.
“Just ride out the pain,” Brock advised, holding still inside me. “The first time hurts like fuck at first, but you’ll soon be feeling good.”
“Have you fucked a lot of virgins, like me?” I asked my sphincter still locked around the base of his cock, my legs tensing.
“I’ve had more than my fair share of virgins—both girls and guys,” Brock shared, his cock beginning to move slowly inside of me.
“I—I didn’t know you fucked guys,” I admitted, the pain subsiding, my sphincter relaxing.
“I love fucking pussy,” he answered matter-of-factly. “But nothing beats fucking a guy’s ass,” Brock suddenly shoved deep inside of me, his balls mashed against my hole. “You see how deep I am inside of you—all nine inches of me?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, my eyes rolling back into my head.
“There’s no pussy on earth that will allow me to do that,” he laughed, smacking my ass. “Or will allow me to do this—”
And then Brock began a violent assault on my ass, hammering at my hole with his big dick, beating it into submission. My hands gripped his hairy forearms, bracing myself against his assault. “You’re so deep,” I screamed in amazement, waves of pleasure coursing through my body with each driving thrust.
“Yeah, open that cunt for me,” he barked, looking down at his big dick gliding in and out of me. “That gaping cunt is a virgin hole no more.”
He was right. My virgin hole had morphed into the man cunt that it was always meant to be. I was taking his big dick like a champ—and I was fucking loving it. Stretching my legs, I wrapped them around his meaty ass, pulling him into me. Over and over, Brock pounded my hole. Though it was cold as fuck outside, the tent was blazing hot, our body heat raising the temperature. Sweat began to pool upon Brock’s hairy chest, raining down upon my body as he pounded me mercilessly.
“You like my big dick?” he asked, his cock a battering ram in my bowels. “You like this big dick all up in you?”
“Yes,” I exhaled, struggling to breathe, overwhelmed by the intensity of his assault. “Your big cock feels so good inside of me.”
“You gonna let me cum inside you?” Brock demanded, his balls slapping my ass with each deep thrust. “You gonna let me breed your cunt?”
“Breed me,” I begged. “Fucking dump that load in me.”
“You’re about to get it,” he warned, his cock swelling inside of me, pressing against the walls of my fuck canal. Instantly, I felt a deep throbbing in my bowels as Brock cried out, “FUCK—Here it comes—FUCK—SHIT—FUCK.”
He collapsed upon me, his cock pulsing in my depths, his warm cum spewing into my unchartered void, marking me as his own. “Breed me,” I begged again, his warm load spreading through my guts. “Fill me with your seed.”
“Damn, you’ve got a cunt made for cock,” he growled, pulling out of me, watching as his pearly load gushed from my wrecked hole. “I’ll be right back.”
And then suddenly Brock was gone—naked and into the cold night. I assumed he had to piss, but didn’t hear the sound of his stream splashing up against a tree or into the dirt behind our tent. Yet before I could wonder for too long, the mystery was solved.
“Dad says you’re taking cock in here,” Grayson suddenly climbed into the tent with me, pulling down his sweat pants and resting the waistband beneath his balls, unleashing a cock that mirrored his dad’s big dick in every way. “Fuuuuuck,” Grayson exhaled, pushing into my cummy hole, fucking me with his own father’s cum as lube.
“Told you he’s got a hot hole,” Brock suddenly appeared behind Grayson, his meaty hands on his son’s shoulders. “That’s it, son. Fuck his ass with your big dick,” Brock encouraged Grayson as he pummeled my hole. “Fuck the shit out of that little cock slut.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
HEADS UP: This story won't be for everyone. It centers on a man with a vagina and is a wild fantasy rather than a realistic story.
PUSSY WHIPPED
1
It was a shitty day in a shitty week. The kind that made me curse my ex-husband. He was the one who insisted we buy a house out in the suburbs. James was a suburban boy through and through and craved the acceptance of being gay while living out the white picket fence lifestyle. We didn't literally have a picket fence, but we lived on a quiet suburban street with colonial style homes, all a hellish commute from my job in the city.
I was the one stuck with the house and the shitty commute after the divorce. Turns out Mr. Suburbs wanted to live out his city fun before he turned 40. I was the only one who could buy out the mortgage, and given the market, selling would be a hit.
Besides, I was kind of getting used to it. Even with the neighborhood women who preferred James' fun going personality to my buttoned-down repressed Southern boy thing. I actually got along better with a lot of the men, from the finance guys to the blue collar studs who'd bought into the neighborhood before it became a bedroom community.
The one exception was Steve McCoy. Or Officer Package as James nicknamed him on the first week we moved in. Officer McCoy worked for the local suburban police force. Cushy gig, though I'm sure it had its headaches. I wouldn't say McCoy was outwardly homophobic, but he sure as hell was gruff and standoffish. He was the only one in the neighborhood who wouldn't talk to us more than a grunt in reply. Figures we'd have to live right next to an asshole. I didn't care if having a cop in the neighborhood was good for security, I resented the fucker each time he ignored us.
It didn't phase James, who would just rhapsodize about the cop's thick muscle. When we moved to the neighborhood, McCoy was in his mid 30s, and now he was around 40. He'd probably be strikingly handsome if he ever smiled, but his body did the work for him, filling out the uniform, particularly when it was short sleeve season. And there was that package: just a heavy and round bulge that filled out the uniform trousers or was unmistakeable in his casual shorts on the weekend.
I got out of my car and wasn't even planning on acknowledging my neighbor, who was in casual clothes and raking leaves in his front yard. It must have been the officer's day off. But as I pulled my gym bag out of the car and slung over my shoulder, I heard his distinctive deep gravely voice. "Hey Bill!" Steve said. "Got a minute?"
I looked up and did my best to put on a poker face, or at least to hide my dislike for the man. But he seemed friendly as he set down the rake and walked over. I will admit his upper body filled out the long sleeve T-shirt nicely, and even if he had on loose football style shorts, that bulge was unmistakeable, protruding the dark jersey fabric out big time. Officer Package, indeed.
"Hi Steve," I greeted, non commital, as I averted my eyes back up to his masculine face.
"Sorry to bug you, I know you're a busy guy, but I was just wondering if I could borrow your circular saw sometime."
It's funny, I wasn't remotely a handy guy, but once we moved into the house, there were a ton of projects to be done, and I decided I'd teach myself how to do all the "guy stuff." So James did the interior design plans, and I did the easier carpentry projects. I even had the Craftsman tools and workbench set up in the garage, turning into my own goddamn father.
Since the divorce, the carpentry projects had stopped. Maybe Officer Package could get some use out of my tools.
"Sure," I said. "Want it now?"
"No rush, Bill. Whenever," he replied.
"If it's easier, you can just come over and use it when you like." I don't know why the hell I was being so friendly to this cop, but since it was the first time he'd been friendly with me I wanted to reciprocate.
"Don't wanna bother you with the noise," he said.
"As long as it's not past nine, the neighborhood association won't care, and I won't either." I gave him a small smile, and I realized it was my first. "Come on, I'll show you the space and get you a key."
My house was built before automobiles, so the garage was detached. I only parked inside in the height of winter, otherwise it was spacious and well organized.
"Sweet," Steve said as he strutted in. No mistaking, Officer McCoy walked like a cop, even in his T-shirt and shorts.
I showed him how I organized the tools. That, I'd learned from my Dad, along with safety in using them.
"Like I say, use em whenever you like." I handed him a spare key.
"Wow," he said, taking it from me and I felt the second of contact with our fingers that gave me a thrill. Lusting after our cop neighbor had always been James’ thing, not mine, and yet I felt IT. That flash of lust. Up close, Officer McCoy was way hot. Muscled up but not too musclebound, five o clock shadow shaved close, haunting hazel eyes.
And that smile of his coming out to play. "I didn't expect this set up from a..." he started to say before stopping himself.
A week ago I would have been offended, not now. "Don't worry," I assured him. "Truth is, I didn't expect it from myself either."
That got a laugh from him.
"All right... I know you just got home, Bill... I'll let you be. But thanks a million," he said as he tossed the key in his meaty palm before clenching it. "I really appreciate this."
"Any time."
2
Steve mostly used the garage when I was at work, cutting some replacement wood for his outdoor deck. By the end of the following week, the space had been completely tidied up and Officer Package was at my front step Saturday evening. He was wearing his poly-blue uniform, kevlar vest puffing out that meaty chest more and making his posture looking more upright.
"Hey Steve," I greeted as I opened the door and saw him. I may have jerked off thinking about Officer McCoy over the previous week and now knew I'd be doing that tonight. The man was just a spectacular specimen.
That specimen had a sheepish look on his face. "Hey Bill, not bugging you am I? I just wanted to return your key." He handed me an envelope with the key inside.
"You sure you don't need to use it more?" I offered, taking the envelope from him. "You're welcome anytime."
"Thanks," he smiled. "I'll hit you up if I do. Oh... and here..." His other hand produced a vodka bottle, a high end brand. "My little brother says gay guys go for vodka."
I had to laugh. This cop was trying to be nice, and yet... "Thanks," I said. "Wanna come in for a beer?" I offered. "If you're off duty."
"Off duty, and that sounds great." He strutted in.
God, I tried not to look but that huge package was straining the blue uniform trousers. It was obscene. I'm a top and not even a crotch watcher. Officer McCoy was the kind of crotch you watched.
We went to the eat in kitchen area and he set down his cap as I poured him a beer. "At least serving this in a glass lives up to a gay cliche," I winked. I had to let him know to ease up on the stereotyping.
He blushed. "Sorry, man. I can be an oaf."
I gave a reassuring look. "For what it's worth, the vodka will get good use. I appreciate it."
We made small talk. I learned his basics. McCoy grew up in the area. His dad was police chief, and Steve knew he wanted to follow in his father's footsteps. I asked him how it was being a police officer in a sleepy suburb like this.
"Yeah, it's pretty quiet, but I swear those biddies call you in for every fuckin' thing... pardon my French."
"I'm fluent in French, too, Steve," I assured him. "I don't think I could deal with the busybodies."
He paused as if he wasn't sure if he should share. "Maybe I shouldn't tell you, Bill, but they gossip a lot about you."
I shrugged. "I gossip a lot about them, so we're even."
That made him laugh, a real belly laugh. "You're all right, man. I love how you don't take shit from people."
"I try not to."
I learned Steve was a HUGE football fan. I told him I was raised on SEC football though was following the city's pro team more these days. That brightened up him.
"I usually get Sundays off... let me know if you'd like to watch the game sometime."
"I'd like that. For real. Only..."
"What?"
"If you're coming over here, you'll have to make do with vodka-soda and crudite," I deadpanned.
"Touche, buddy."
He finished up his drink and said he had to be going. "Thanks for the beer, Bill." He stood up, looking hot as fuck in his uniform, biceps popping and stretching the sleeve. And that fuckin' package. "Maybe tomorrow I'll see if you're around for the game."
Officer McCoy had gone from gruff and standoffish to best buddy.
"Sure, I'll be here, Steve."
I walked him to the door and he got that quiet tone again. "Listen, Bill, I'm sorry about the divorce. Not my business, really. But I just wanted you to know."
"I appreciate that, Steve."
He was gone not even five minutes and I had my sweats around my ankles and cock in hand, flogging away thinking about Officer Package. I could even hear his deep voice in my head while I imagined him, uniform up top, naked from the waist down.... lifting those meaty legs.
I shot hard.
"Fucking A," I hissed, looking for a kleenex to clean up the thick semen from my fingers and chest.
3
It was a strange standing date in a way. Sunday game day. Each and every Sunday. I didn't normally day drink, but I did with Steve, though I alternated soda or non-alcoholic beer to pace myself. I didn't want Monday morning to be hell.
It took four weeks before he opened up. About being a loner. About having no one in his life. I listened and tried to be encouraging.
"Can I be honest, Steve?" I stared. "You're a very good looking man, and I'm pretty sure there's more than one woman out there who'd think so." I took a sip of beer and leaned back. I made damn sure not to be lecherous then, though I could easily let myself go there. Rather than a team jersey, the cop had on a more fitting team-logo T-shirt that clung to all that muscle. And there was that huge lump in his sweats.
"Yeah," he admitted. There was a self-pitying tone which I didn't get.
"And once you get past the gruff exterior, you're a nice guy."
He nodded and looked at me. "I could say the same thing about you, Bill."
That caught me off guard. "What do you mean?"
He shrugged. "You kind of walk around like you have a stick up your ass sometimes. Uptight, you know.... sorry, man.... you're not the only guy like that in this neighborhood."
My initial impulse was to say fuck you, but I took it in. "I learn to keep my defenses up," I said. "I didn't want to move to the burbs, but it was James' idea... maybe I brought that negative energy with me."
"You gonna move?" he asked before taking a sip from his beer.
"Not soon," I said. "Too much change, and the house is the one thing I like in my life."
"I'll throw it right back at ya, buddy.... you're a good looking man, and I'm sure there's more than one dude who thinks so."
Those hazel eyes looked at me in a way that left me unsure... I couldn't get carried away. McCoy was just being supportive.
"Thanks, man."
Half time was over. This was just the 4:00 game, and our team was the evening one that day. We watched and chatted, mostly about the game. Football was one sport I'd learned, in order to adapt and fit in as a gay guy in my Southern college. Now I loved it, and Steve seemed surprised. And strangely, I enjoyed being able to watch the game without James' catty comments.
I ordered a pizza. It was our deal. If Steve was hosting, I'd buy dinner, and vice versa.
We scarfed it down and Steve cleared the plates and brought a fresh beer in time for kickoff.
I could tell Steve was pounding back the beers. More than normal. He was watching the game, but there was a strange quiet about him. I did enjoy geting more chance to look at his amazing body, half reclined into the sofa seat, legs spread and that big package on display.
A thought occurred to me that maybe Steve was too hung and had problem finding women who could take his monster cock. There was always a gay guy who'd be up for the challenge, but I didn't know how women were. Straight sex was a big mystery to me.
He finally looked over and I felt caught staring. I tried to pass it off.
"You good on the beer, man?" Steve didn't really need another but he'd finished his.
He nodded. "Thanks, Bill. I'll have another."
I came back with two fresh cans. I didn't alternate with water for this round, though maybe I should.
A commercial came on, and Steve muted it.
"I'm gonna regret this," he said. "But there's a reason I'm alone, Bill."
"Yeah?" I asked. I didn't know where this was going. Maybe the cop just needed someone he could talk to.
His face blushed as he reached into his sweatpants. I watched as he extracted a round plastic cup, like a jock protector. He set it aside on the table and look at me with drunken embarrassment.
I took a look and Officer Package no longer had a package. The sweats fabric lay flat on his crotch.
Steve looked at me with a vulnerability that melted my heart.
"So what, Steve, a lot of guys have smaller dicks. It's not a big deal, really."
He shook his head. "I have a fuckin' pussy, Bill."
I didn't follow, and he could read the confusion in my face.
"It's some rare genetic shit. My little brother has one, too. A real pussy."
I watched, as if in slow motion, as he slid his sweat pants down. I saw the rock hard stomach, and the stomach fur that thickened into dark brown crotch hair. Then as he pushed the sweats all the way down and spread his thick thighs, there it was. Officer McCoy had no cock but a real honest-to-god vagina. Mounded pussy lips dusted in his brown fur and a moist pink interior between the folds.
I never was into women or their genitals. Never had a remote interest or curiosity about pussy. But I boned instantly at the sight. The blood drained from my face and I felt light headed. I looked up from that cunt to Steve's nervous face. "That's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen, Steve," I croaked. "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry," he muttered. He started to reach down to pull his sweats back up but instead stopped, letting me have a longer look. "You really like it?"
I nodded dumbly and leaned back so he could see the hardon in my jeans. It made him smile and I watched as he kicked off the sweats and spread his legs wider.
My whole body felt hot. I had no idea this was possible, but even more I was surprised by how turned on I was by Steve's cunt. I stared between his and felt my heart pound as I watched the pussy lips part slightly.
I finally looked back up at Steve, who was in lust but also amused by my reaction.
"It's the first pussy I've seen in real life," I said.
"I guess you don't have a lot to compare it to, then," he said simply.
I shook my head. "I dunno, Steve, your pussy is just fuckin... masculine."
That made him smile and relax.
"Can I get a closer look?" I asked.
"Please do, Bill." His voice was heavy in lust now. It was weird, because I knew how men felt and expressed sexual excitement, but in some way I wondered if having a vagina would change that.
I got in front of him and knelt down on the floor. The game was back on, but Steve's hazel eyes were on me as I leaned in. I had no idea what this would taste like but my tongue slid forward and lapped at his folds.
"Fuck yes," the cop hissed. His upper body tensed and his legs spread totally wide.
I licked further, up and down, tongue the insides of the pussy. I always loved to rim, but I was having to learn my way around a cunt. More area to cover and explore. I tongued Steve and pulled back, now able to see the clit pop up and visible. I didn't know what the fuck I was doing, but I copied some porn and fingered his vagina while I licked around the excited nub.
All of a sudden I felt Officer McCoy's strong hands grip my skull. "Oh fuck.. he hissed. God, Bill... keep going...."
I did. Slurping his clit and frigging him with two fingers. A pussy was much more elastic than an ass hole.
"OH FUUUCK!" This wasn't a straight porn squeal, it was a deep rumble as the office orgasmed.
I finally pulled back. My fingers were creamy wet with his juices and saliva ran down my chin. It was lewd as fuck.
The man caught his breath, that meaty chest rising and falling as he looked down at me with pure gratitude.
"Dude... you know your way around a cunt. Fuck."
I smiled. I was bone hard but I wanted to keep this going. I gestured to the TV. "Maybe I can do it again during half time?"
He laughed. "Fuck yeah you can."
I scooted back to my side of the couch, wiping my chin and taking a sip of beer. I was so horny, but I was like a kid with a new toy.
Steve too. He kept his sweats off. The contrast between the built upper body and his football team T and the hairy legs and cunt in between was going to drive me wild. I tried to watch the game but barely could focus.
Steve couldn't either. I noticed his hand slip down between his legs as he started fingering himself. We were a minute short of half time when he looked over. "Can I see your cock, Bill?" he asked with a quiet horniness.
I unzipped and wasted no time pushing my jeans down. I was rock hard and dripping a lot.
"Fuck, that's big," he said.
I removed my jeans entirely and spread my legs, showing off my boner. I'm decently hung, and Steve's comment pumped my ego.
"You don't know how thrilled I am this happened, Steve," I said.
"Night's not over, Bill," he said.
I watched as he moved over and straddled my waist.
Of all the surprises of the night, Steve McCoy initiating a kiss was probably the biggest. He kissed like a man, impetuous and horny, even as his pussy sought out my hardon and sank down.
I grunted into his mouth as he rode me. Up and down. I pumped into him, too, wanting that first sensation of pussy on my dick, but the position meant the cop was doing most of the driving. Working me in steady fuck motions, sucking the cum out of my balls.
I grunted into his mouth as I came, and I felt his own body get excited. My cop neighbor was orgasming a second time, on my cock.
We were both lightheaded and tipsy as we uncoupled. I watched with some regret as Steve found his sweatpants and pulled them back on. As I got dressed again, I watched him walk out and worried he was freaking out. But he came back with a couple of waters, one of which he downed in one go.
"I hope you can keep a secret, Bill."
"You know I can," I said. "Thanks for sharing with me."
He grinned. "I had no idea about you, man. You seem so mild mannered, and yet you went wild."
"That's what James always said," I said, before I could stop myself.
Somehow the spell was broken and the mood shifted. We watched the game quietly, until our team gave up the lead in the 4th quarter. Then we were yelling at the TV.
4
I was able to work from home on Mondays, and it kind of happened. A late West Coast game on Sunday night, me and Steve fucking in my bed, and me offering him to sleep over in my bed. There was a hesitation, then an "OK."
I still didn't know what Officer McCoy and I were doing. We were buddies, neighbors, and lovers. We had a standing date for Football Sunday, which inevitably meant I'd get him off multiple times with cunnilingus during the games. I'd hold off fucking him if I could, though one Sunday we were super horny and just went at it before the games, before the beer.
By December he realized that keeping his pants off during the game could be enough to get me going for more.
I'd missed sleeping the full night with a man, which I'd not actually done since James, despite my period of casual sex post divorce. So it was a treat to feel his warm masculine body in my bed. No good night kiss, though: Steve McCoy didn't kiss unless it was during sex or leading up to it. There were a lot of things that Steve didn't do.
I am an early riser, and I guess Steve wasn't, so I lay in bed patiently, something I never did with James. I woke up with morning wood, but enjoyed the contentment of having that hunky cop sleeping next to me and listening to his breathing. After an hour or so, I be rewarded when he stirred and scooted over to me, turning to a spoon position.
I didn't peg McCoy as the cuddling type, but he probably didn't peg me as the pussy type. His muscle felt warm as I wrapped my arms around him. I could still smell the aftershave-like body wash or cologne or whatever he used.
"MMm," Steve said in his morning voice.
I held onto that thick muscle. Steve didn't open up a lot, but I knew he felt like a freak. He compensated for the lack of a dick in so may ways, but his dedication in the gym was part of it. Getting enough muscle so that guys wouldn't fuck with him. Or question his masculinity.
I didn't question it in the least, maybe that's why Steve and I clicked. I gently caressed that furry muscle.
"Feels nice, buddy," he said. Then, "You're really hard."
"Always am next to you, man." I traced my fingers over his nipple, enjoying feeling it firm up. "But I wanna enjoy this."
"Yeah..."
He snuggled back against me as I explored his body. Up and down, from arms to lower abs and back again.
"You know..." he said, now fully awake. "I've only been with two women."
My exploring hand stopped for a second. Steve had been VERY resistant to talking about his dating past. I gathered there was some traumatic experiences in his attempts. "Yeah?" I prompted.
"One was asexual and I thought it would work, but I realized that just because I had a cunt didn't mean I was without a sex drive," he explained. "The other was a bi woman. I thought that was the solution but holy hell she kept getting on me about communicating, and I don't know... that shit just shuts me down."
I wanted to tell him that he was communicating with me right then, but I knew where he was coming from.
"James was the better one at communicating," I said. "But he also lied to me."
I felt Steve's muscular body shift in my arms. "He cheat on you, man?"
I patted his strong abs. "Nah. I honestly think he didn't know what he wanted. He was younger, and I'm sure there are young guys who are mature, but James wasn't one of em."
"Don't take this the wrong way, Bill, but I get really pissed when I think about him leaving you."
"Aw buddy," I said, emotion heavy. Officer McCoy's way of talking was rubbing off on me. "It wasn't just a one-way split," I said. "We both had our issues."
He nodded but continued. "But he left you here in this town... you're a fuckin fish out of water, dude."
I patted his rock hard belly. Jesus, McCoy was gonna inspire me to double up on core at the gym. "Guess so.... but I wouldn't have met you if I hadn't moved here and stayed here... sorry, Steve, I know that's the wrong thing to say."
"I'm a little messed in the head, Bill.... but thanks."
I kissed his neck. It was affectionate, but for all the real talk, I was crazy horny. "Did I spoil the mood?"
"Unh un," he relied, that deep voice cracking. "Goddamn, Bill, my pussy is so wet right now... just having you hold me."
My dick surged at the lewdness of those words. My hand pushed down, over that crotch fur until it connected with his mounds. I was learning not to overstimulate his clit, but my thick fingers brushed over it before getting to the honeypot of his slit.
"AW FUCK!" he hissed the second I made contact. I teased the folds, moving my body in bed a little so I could angle my arm into position, then I pressed into him. "Shit, yes."
Officer McCoy had been instructing me, and I'd been an eager student. Gay dude learning how to treat a pussy. Learning when to go slow and when to really go for it.
"I love your pussy, Steve. God."
"I know buddy," came a soft chuckle. "My pussy loves you too... oh fuck yes."
I was now didding him. Copying some cheesy hetero porn film. I'd been watching more of them, though I tried to find some amateur ones, since I thought they'd correspond more to what a pussy actually enjoys.
I kissed more openly along his neck and felt his back press back against me. My hot cop was loving this, lifting his right let to give me full access. I'd taken my lessons and now was jilling him off. Making it about his pleasure, and hopefully orgasm. I didn't rush it though. I enjoyed the sensations of his snatch against my hand as I fingered him rhtyhmically and rubbed my palm against his mound and clit.
Steve may have had a cunt, but his orgasm was distinctly a man's. Muscles tensing, urgency in his hand that clasped over the one jilling him off. He wasn't verbal as he came, but Steve's deep cries grew loud and echoed off my bedroom walls as he orgasmed.
We lay there a second and I withdrew my fingers. I brought them up to taste his pussy on them. This was a new thing for me, too. Off-putting at first, now I enjoyed it. Different than cum, but the same sexual thrill.
I scooted back. Maybe he'd want to get up and get started on his day, but I hoped I could get my rocks off too.
I didn't need to worry. McCoy turned toward me and pulled me into an intense kiss. Sucking my tongue in and pressing his back into my mouth. Strong hands pulling at my body, pulling me on top of him. Already his legs were spreading for me, accepting me into the missionary mount position.
I wanted to do this without more foreplay. I kissed and took top position as I did my best to find his snatch with my cock unguided. It took a look of moving around but soon I was entering the cop's amazing pussy once more.
"Yes, Bill," he hissed. "Fuck me."
I can't make any great claim I'm the best lover in the world, but I copied my topping technique with guys, doing what James loved. Slow and deep and hard pumps. Rhytmic and regular, until I varied the pace to keep him guessing.
Officer McCoy LOVED that. "Oh fuck," he hissed.
I did that for a bit then needed to get off bad. It was back to regular missionary pumping. My hips moving quickly, thrusting in and out of that velvet pussy.
The rocking against his clit combined with the g-spot stimulation got McCoy off again, just as I was getting my own release. That simultaneous orgasm was magical. I had tried not to get carried away, but at that second I realized I was in love with Steve.
Which made the aftermath harder. Steve grew super quiet and got up. "I should go," he said.
"OK," I replied. My head wasn't fully processing. I'd just had the best sex of my life, and I was being abandoned like it was a one-night stand. Reluctantly, I got up to make some coffee while my cop buddy got dressed.
He walked into the kitchen all dressed, cup back in place to create the package in his jeans. I offered him a cup, but he shook his head.
"I think I should watch next week's game on my own," he said brusquely.
"OK," I said. My defenses kicked in and my voice was curt and my face getting that bitch face stare.
He gave me a scowl in return. "I'm not a faggot, Bill."
My bitch face was gone. My normal impulse kicked in. "Don't call me that. Ever."
He sighed. "Yeah." It wasn't an apology, but as close as I'd get. "I just got carried away." I knew he was talking about more than the F-word. He gave me a pained expression and added, "Take care, Bill."
5
I made three New Year's Resolutions a couple of weeks early.
One. I really hit the gym. I was in my mid 40s now and needed to work on my DILF bod. Eventually I'd be ready to get back on the market again, but for now I needed to work on me.
Two. I started getting my house ready for sale. It wouldn't make sense to list it before spring, but I'd do what I could now. It was time to move on, out of this godforsaken suburb. Well, at times, I really loved the place but would never meet gay men there.
Three. I tried getting over Officer McCoy. Easier said than done. Cop porn is really hot, and my mind wandered too easily to Steve as I jerked to it.
At least I easily avoided running into my neighbor. It was winter dark when I got home, and the extra hours at the gym or visiting friends in the city meant I wasn't crossing paths with Steve.
He crossed paths with me, though. It was almost February when a knock came at my door, not five minutes after I got home.
"Hey," I said with surprise when I opened the door to see Steve, in full uniform, standing ruddy cheeked from the cold. His vulnerability added to how attractive he was at that moment.
"Hey Bill.... I just want to apologize for what I said, and the way I acted. And for taking so long to say sorry."
I gave a soft smile. "Apology accepted, Steve. Thank you." I could have said good night and shut the door, but I asked, "Everything good with you?"
He nodded. "Pretty good. Too bad our guys didn't make it to the Super Bowl."
"Next year," I said.
Our eyes connected. Those hazel eyes of Steve's seemed to draw me in.
"Yeah," he said. He took a breath. "Bill... if I can press my luck... can I ask you on a date sometime?"
He expected a no or a "fuck no" or at least some hesitation. Instead, I replied almost immediately, "I'd like that."
That smile in return melted my heart. Steve McCoy may have been the wrong man for me, but I was still in love with him. "Sunday?" he asked. "Maybe a real date, not just the game." That Sunday was the Pro Bowl game anyway.
"Sounds perfect," I said. I didn't want to kill the mood but my craving for this man was intense. "Any chance I could press my luck, too?"
He cocked a grin. "Whaddya mean?"
I leaned in. "I'd love to eat you out, Steve." I pulled back to see how that request landed.
He chuckled. "Now?"
"Right fucking now," I assured him. "Come on in, and I'll go down on you. I don't need anything else now. I just miss your pussy."
He got a horny, quiet expression on his handsome face. "It misses you, too, Bill."
I led him inside and we kissed. Officer McCoy was a good kisser and somehow was getting better. I felt up the cool fabric of his uniform winter jacket, which made his upper body bulkier.
"Where you wanna...?" he asked with a laugh. There was definitely the awkwardness of starting where we left off.
"Bedroom," I said. "It'll be more comfortable."
He nodded and removed his service gun, setting it on the table. He sauntered in back to my room. I don't know if they teach that gait at Police Academy or if it came natural to McCoy. It was enough to give me a boner in my work trousers.
He sat on my bed with a playful grin. "Here... or you want me on my back?"
"There," I said, taking a pillow to kneel on.
Steve undid his belt while I removed his leather shoes. We hadn't talked about uniforms or their effect on me. Cops probably know anyway.
I helped him pull off those blue trousers, revealing the knotted furry legs and the briefs packed with that fake bulge. Steve was now reaching in to grip the cup and pull it out. He tossed it aside on the bed and slid down the underwear. I helped them all the way off.
God, there it was. That magnificent masculine cunt. Steve had trimmed his bush, so the pussy mounds were coated with even layer of soft brown hairs. He spread his thick powerful thighs to reveal the folds and the moistness within. The contrast with his uniform shirt and coat was just incredible.
I looked up into his hazel eyes. "That's so amazing, Steve."
"Eat me, Bill."
I scooted forth and started just licking away.
"Oh shit... fuck!" Steve was enjoying my tongue work.
I placed my hands on his tree trunk thighs and held onto a good perch as I now slurped and tongued his cunt. I'd watched a lot of straight porn and ready about pussy eating technique. That may have helped, but Steve's pussy had a sexual response of its own, his own sexual hardwiring. And there was the psychological aspect of sex after two months' absence. I felt his body tense while my tongue worked up his pleasure.
"God, Bill... you're gonna make me cum... oh god yeah... like that... right fucking there.... AAWWW"
There was the familiar manly cry of sexual pleasure I give this hunky cop his orgasm.
His fingers now softly massaged my neck and cheek as I softly lapped at the outer folds, away from his most sensitive parts. I pulled back. The up close view of his spit wet labia and the creamy pussy was incredible, and so was the view of his dark blue uniform shirt obscuring the crotch hair.
"I can stop," I said.
He laughed. "Don't on my account." His fingers now massaged my hair, lovingly.
So I ate him out some more. I took my time and enjoyed it. I made sure Steve enjoyed it. He came again and slowly we started it up once more. I took a break a couple of time just so I could get the full effect of his half-dressed body.
"I should have let you eat me out in uniform before," Officer McCoy laughed.
"You have NO idea how hot this is for me," I replied.
"Yeah, buddy?"
I leaned back and showed off the shank of hardon on my trousers.
"You sure you don't need to get off?" he asked with concern.
"Maybe in a bit.... this is about you." I looked back at his cunt, and a curiosity got the best of me. "Only...."
"Yeah, man?"
"Lie back and lift your legs."
"I don't know." There was some hesitation in his voice, real hesitation.
"Come on, please," I coaxed him. "If you don't like it I can stop."
He gave a nod. Indulgent and I watched his big hunky body recline back onto his haunches. He half lifted his legs and let me guide them the rest of the way up.
Steve's pussy was pretty good size, big gash and folds fitting the size of his meaty body. But the asshole beneath was a tight, clenched star surrounded by a ring of fur. I licked there and felt a rush of hormones pump through my body. I loved eating hole, and it had been too long.
"Damn, buddy... that's freaky as fuck."
I pulled back. Not enough to be able to see his face, but I still asked. "Too much?"
"Nah... feels good. Go for it."
So I did. Unzipping, I wrestled out my aching cock while I rimmed this hot cop. I wouldn't say this was better than his pussy, but it felt primal to me in a different way. I licked maybe a minute around his pucker, until I felt my orgasm.
"Get it, buddy!" Steve urged.
And I did, feeling semen spill out over my fingers, some shooting against the side of the bed. I felt hot and so turned on. Even without penetration it was an incredible orgasm.
I was flush red when I pulled back and saw Steve's amused expression. "You really loved that, buddy, huh?" he asked. Goddamn, he was still half dressed in uniform and naked from the waist down.
I nodded. "Let me get you off again."
"You already got me to cum twice."
"You spent?" I asked, climbing up onto the bed to kiss him.
"Nah," he replied before our lips met.
My cummy fingers found his snatch. He grunted into my mouth as they penetrated him. I don't know how much was the feeling of the fingering and how much was the idea I was pushing my cum inside his snatch.
We made out, and I fingered him and massaged his clit with my palm. And like that Officer Cunt gave it up for a third time.
His face was sleepy-content looking afterwards, his short hair matted down. "I really should go," he said. "I was NOT expecting this."
My endorphins were high. "Me either. Damn."
"Yeah. Damn." He reached over and touched my dick. I was still half hard. "You're the biggest man I've ever been with."
That surprised me. "There been a lot?"
"Three," he answered. "You're the first gay guy though." He let go of my dick and got off the bed, looking for his discarded briefs. "I always went for the straight bodybuilder types. But they didn't look at me as a man. Wanted me to wear lingerie and shit."
I wiped off and tucked back in. "You're all man, Steve," I assured him. That made him smile.
He hiked his uniform trousers back on. I was glad to see him get dressed, since I was in danger of sexual overstimulation myself. "I'll leave the cup here in case I need a spare, OK?" he asked.
I smiled. "Sure thing... I'll be in touch about Sunday," I said. "Or are you the kind of guy who likes to plan the date?" It was a joke, but I also knew Steve had some issues about masculine and feminine roles.
He shrugged. "My first real date with a man, Bill. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing."
"We'll figure it out, OK?"
"Yeah."
Steve retrieved his gun and made sure he had everything before leaving my place. His voice got quiet when he turned to face me. "So, Bill... I've never asked... but why did things end with you and James?"
"Lots of things," I sighed. "But you know, I think when he was in his 20s he wanted a guy like me. Stable, no drama, head on my shoulders, you know?"
"Stick up your ass?" he wisecracked.
I laughed. "Exactly. And that's the thing. James didn't really want that. I was too boring, too uptight. Who knows... maybe his manic energy got on my nerves over time, too."
"Sorry for being nosy."
I shook my head. "I want you to know about me, Steve."
He smiled and me for a last kiss before he was out the door.
Maybe it was clingy but ten minutes later I texted the guy. "So great seeing you Steve."
6
I was nervous to meet Steve's parents. Mr. McCoy was just the picture you'd have in your head of a retired police chief. Gray hair, strong body gone to seed a little, gruffly masculine features getting just a little softer with age. He had an iron grip as he shook my hand. "Bill... Frank McCoy... great to meet you."
Mrs. McCoy was the opposite, a little shy, though after an hour or so a brash sense of humor came out. I liked her.
I could see a lot of both of his parents in Steve. My boyfriend was nervous as hell. He was 38 and this was the first man he'd brought home. And only the third person period. If I was inclined to be nervous, Steve's emotions overrode my fears and made me attentive to what was going on with him. I tried not to be too open with affection, all while communicating with body language how serious it was between me and Officer McCoy.
There was a lot of small talk that afternoon and over dinner. The McCoys asking me fifty million questions about me, about my small hometown in the South, or the work I did.
"Steve says you're divorced," Frank McCoy said.
"Frank!" Mrs. McCoy admonished.
"It's OK," I assured her. "Yeah, I was with a guy for ten years, married for three."
"Dude was a frickin' idiot for letting this one go," Steve said. It was touching as hell. He'd expressed that sentiment before, but to hear him be open in front of his parents was a huge step.
The talk moved to being about his parents and how they were enjoying retirement and their golf game and the weather in Florida. Frank asked Steve about news back home and there was some shop talk about the local PD.
Steve offered to help his mom with the dishes and to clean up. Frank leaned to whisper in my ear. "Let's go talk."
Uh oh.
But as the man led me outside, his voice got quiet and emotional. "Look after my boy will ya, Bill? He's had a hard time of it."
"Yes, sir," I replied. My Southern upbringing coming back in spades. "I will. Promise."
I realized then that indeed Steve brought out my protective streak. One I sort of had with James, though that hadn't worked out.
It was late when we finally left to go back to our hotel.
"I got an early tee time tomorrow, son," Frank said as he clapped Steve on the shoulder. "Sure you don't wanna join me at the club while you're down here?"
"Nah, Dad. Thanks. I wanna hit the beach. I haven't had a real vacation in like forever."
"Well, you boys come on over again before you leave, OK?"
"Will do, Dad."
Steve drove us back to the hotel. I'd learn he liked to do the driving, much like I always insisted with James. Funny how those dynamics emerge.
"Thanks for doing that," Steve said.
"No need to thank me. They're lovely people."
He grimaced. "It's a big step for me, you know."
"I know, Steve." I patted his knee.
He drove quietly, then added. "I really didn't wanna be gay, Bill."
I could be supportive, but he had to know what I felt. "I didn't have a fucking choice."
The gruff cop tone in his voice came out. "Guess not.... if you can be patient with me... I'd like you to show me how to do it."
"Do what?" There was something so honest and upfront about the way Steve McCoy approached life, but I wasn't following what he was going on about.
He shrugged. "Be in a gay relationship. Hang out with your gay friends. Whatever other stuff you need me to do."
"It's about what we both need, Steve," I said. I was glad for his openness, but I didn't like the idea of sacrifice.
"I fuckin know, Bill... but you make me happy. I want to make you happy, too."
"We'll see what works."
It was late when we got to our room. We stepped out on the balcony and I held him from behind as we looked out over the ocean. We weren't in the mood for sex, but he needed this physical connection, and I did too.
Even as we got ready for bed, and Steve pulled out the cup from his briefs, I was sexually enthralled by this man but not horny. We turned out the lights and he scooted back for me to hold him.
"I love you, Steve," I said.
"I love you, too, Bill."
My cop boyfriend was out like a light, but I had a hard time sleeping. I worried about our relationship. And even if Steve eventually rolled over to his side of the bed and I to mine, I was rock hard. My libido had come back and I kept thinking of how fucking hunky he was and that amazing pussy between his legs and how Steve always seemed to need sex.
He could do better, I worried. Maybe that's why I got him off multiple times a day if we had the chance. To keep him interested in me.
For the first time ever I slept in. I only woke when I felt Steve's damp body climb back into bed.
I stirred to see a guilty look on his face, like he was trying to sneak something.
"Hey, buddy," he grinned, reaching down along my stomach to grip my morning wood.
"Hey yourself," I said, waking up quickly. "Someone's horny."
He nodded. "I thought I'd give you what you've been missing."
"I'm not missing a damn thi..." Only it clicked. "Fuck, you're serious?"
He grinned. "You wanna, right? Just go easy, OK?"
I nodded like an excited puppy as I felt up his shower-damp muscle and pulled him in for a kiss. It was like a lot of mornings, make out time, feeling each other up, him feeling up my cock, me fingering his pussy.
Only now as I got into a mounting position on top of him and kissed my way down, Steve pulled his legs all the way back. I couldn't resist some tonguing of his exposed cunt, which he'd shaved smooth for a change. I didn't know if I liked that better, probably not, but I enjoyed the variety. Steve did too.
"Damn, Bill, your tongue feels amazing."
I let him enjoy the cunnilingus for a bit more before I ventured lower. Steve hiked his hips up for me and I helped by placing a pillow beneath.
I'd rimmed him before. Steve always enjoyed it, though it was more for my pleasure. I went deeper at it now, tasting the clean hole he prepared for me. I went a little wild even, like I used to with James.
"You miss this?" I heard him ask.
I pulled back, placing my thumb at his pucker. He was virgin tight but relaxed in a way virgin tight holes can be until the main event.
"I had years of craving ass," I answered. "That doesn't go away."
"Guess not," the cop said in a tone that suggested he didn't really get it. But he twisted his upper body and reached for the lube he'd set out. "You know what you're doing right?" he asked as he handed it to me.
"I know what I'm doing," I assured him. "You're not my first cherry to break in."
"James?" he asked.
I laughed and shook my head. "James was a committed bottom when I met him. I've been with two virgins."
The idea seemed to turn Steve on.
I took my sweet time. SLOW fingering as I applied more lube and pushed it inside him. The contrast with his pussy made the asshole seem even tighter. It was also a thrill to see his moist cunt above my hand, a reminder I was getting Steve's private second hole.
After I worked three fingers inside, I figured it was now or never. I went crazy slow until I popped inside and then I held my hips very still.
"You got this," I urged my boyfriend.
"Feel good?" he asked through the discomfort. He was doing this for me.
"Incredible, buddy."
He relaxed and I was able to work more and more dick into his ass. I swear I could see his pussy twitch and that clit pop out. Finally I leaned forward as I bottomed out and kissed him. Steve kissed me back, hard.
I went easy fucking him. I knew I wouldn't have to go hard, it was all such a crazy thrill. Still, once I got him opened up enough for me, I wanted a different position. I usually fucked Steve missionary, and now that I was in his ass instead of his cunt, taking him from behind might work better.
I asked if he was OK with that. "This is for you, Bill," he said.
I wished it was for him, too, but who was I kidding. I watched him get into a doggy position and I slowly entered him again.
I held his hips steady and fucked more steadily. Steve now reached down to masturbate himself while I fucked faster. I was almost cumming, from the virgin tightness and the realization I was fucking a cop up the ass. MY cop. My Steve. Then I crossed over into an intense orgasm and heavy ejaculation inside him.
I leaned down to kiss the back of his neck. "Thank you," I hissed.
I slowly pulled out and saw a happy look on his face. "Everything you wanted?" he asked.
I nodded like a dumb kid. "How was it for you?"
"I liked it OK," he answered truthfully. "Once you got in at least. I won't say it gets me off."
"I can..." I offered. I was definitely a people pleaser in bed.
"Later," he cut me off. "This morning was about you. I don't think I've seen you that excited in a while."
I let him shower up again. I worried he'd have hangups about being fucked in the ass, but he seemed in a good mood as he slipped on his skimpy swim trunks. He had a special lifelike prosthetic now that he used as much as the cup, a realistic soft cock and balls that if anything was sized up to a bigger bulge. He admitted he wanted guys to think he was the one fucking me. I told him they'd probably assume that anyway.
It was a perfect day at the beach. I'd gotten my rocks off good, but I still got turned on by seeing Steve's muscle body displayed on the beach. I was the luckiest man on Earth.
Sex wasn't exactly the thing on his mind, though. "So, I'm guessing the neighborhood is going to have a field day if we move in together."
I leaned up on my beach towel and looked at him. "Is that a possibility?"
He gave me a smile. "I wasn't sure if you'd wanna, Bill, but yeah. It is."
"I'm a hard man to live with, Steve McCoy."
"Not as hard as me. So we're even, right?"
"If you say so," I smiled.
"I say so." I saw the glint in his hazel eyes. "Whaddya say about going back to the room?"
I nodded. I might not be able to cum again so soon after the epic orgasm that morning, but I'd at least be able to get it up for another fuck.
We embraced and kissed in the air conditioned room. Impetuously, Steve slipped off his trunks, and that prosthetic fell out. He stood before me naked and hairy and magnificent. Lust was burning in his eyes.
"Eat my cunt, Bill."
My mouth went dry. I nodded and crouched down. We'd never done this with him standing but Steve lifted one leg and rested his foot on the chair to give me room get in there. I munched away. I felt at home in this cop's shaved pussy. And I loved how urgently he gripped my skull and held my face tight against his folds as he got closer to cumming.
"Holy SHIT!" he cried aloud as he came. "Fuck fuck."
I gave a couple more laps then gave him a break. My face was coated in spit and his juices. Steve didn't care, he pulled me up and kissed me deeply.
"You, my man, have a gift," he muttered softly.
"And you have a magic pussy," I said back. "I can't get enough."
He grinned. "You wanna fuck it now? Or wait till later?"
"Later," I said. "Only I gotta get my boner to go down before heading back to the beach."
Steve stepped back and looked at the erection in my swim trunks. "That is pretty fuckin obscene, buddy." He kissed me again before picking up his fake genitals to stuff back into his suit.
I reached down to pinch the base of my erection. The trick usually worked to get me soft and it did that day. Steve was adjusting the prosthetic in his suit to make it look like a real bulge.
"You OK with everything, Bill? You know, getting serious?"
"Tell me what I gotta do, Officer, and I'll make it work. For real."
My hunky boyfriend then leaned in and whispered something lewd and obscenely sexual into my ear. Something private, just for us.
I got a big smile and nodded. "Yeah, I can do that. For sure."
Don’t worry city boi, we’ll get your car fixed when your payment is complete. That is, if you want to go back. Soon as I saw you stranded on the side of the road I knew you need a dick in you. It’s been a while huh? I’ll get your car fixed, but you’re welcome to stay. You city boi’s always have the best asses
The bartender’s handsome face was turned to the side, taking the order of some other guy as I approached the bar. A red tie for Valentine’s Day dangled provocatively between his meaty, hairy pecs. Christ, he was gorgeous with his scruffy face and ice-blue eyes. I wanted him in the worst way, but I knew the odds were stacked against me.
“You’re coming with me to Club Spurt tonight,” my roommate Kyle insisted. “It’s their big Valentine’s Day bash where they auction off their hot, shirtless bartenders at the end of the night.”
“Isn’t that prostitution?” I quipped.
“Not when it’s for charity,” Kyle insisted with a devious smile. “Whoever bids the most on each bartender gets to play Seven Minutes In Heaven with him in one of the VIP rooms at closing—no questions asked—with all proceeds going towards the new downtown LGBTQ resource center.”
“I’m not going,” I refused. “First, I have no money to waste on a meathead bartender who won’t be into me and, second, I’m not yet ready for the gay bar scene.”
“You and Tanner broke up two months ago,” Kyle groaned. “You need to get your ass back out there and live a little. I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Club Spurt was wall-to-wall guys when we arrived, their Valentine’s Day bash being one of their hottest nights of the year. Guys dressed in their most provocative attire raved on the dance floor to the sound of a booming bass, the club lights flashing and silhouetting their eager-to-score bodies. I wanted to turn around and go home for a night of Netflix in my pajamas, but Kyle wasn’t having it.
“Get your ass to the bar for a drink,” he insisted. “And let me know which bartender you want me to bid on for you. We’re getting you some action tonight—even if we have to pay for it.”
And that’s when I saw him—the hottest bartender there—taking orders with a red tie dangling between his meaty, hairy pecs. He mixed a vodka tonic for the guy next to me before fixing his eyes upon me.
“What can I get you?” the hot bartender asked, melting me with his dashing smile.
“I—uh—I’ll have a rum and coke,” I stammered, my heart pounding in my chest.
“You got it,” he winked, filling a tumbler with ice and then pouring my drink. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Jake,” I smiled bashfully as I watched him work.
“You gonna bid on any of us bartenders tonight, Jake?” he asked, handing me my drink. “My name is Zach, if you want to bid on me.”
“I doubt you’d want to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with me,” I admitted. “I mean, you’re way out of my league. Your biceps are thicker than my thighs.”
“Well,” he leaned across the bar, his breath hot at my ear, “maybe I like a pair of skinny legs wrapped around my muscled ass when I’m balls deep in a hot twink like you.”
Time stopped in that moment. My mind reeled. Had the hottest bartender at Club Spurt just made a pass at me? I felt lightheaded, on the brink of passing out, when Kyle was suddenly pulling me away from the bar.
“Of course you’d go for the hottest bartender here,” Kyle laughed. “Did you get his name so we can bid on him?”
“Yeah—Zach,” I replied, his name warm on my tongue.
Kyle quickly disappeared to find the bidding table near the DJ booth. He returned a few minutes later with a look of disappointment on his face.
“I hate to break this to you, but your heartthrob has the most bids so far,” Kyle reported. “Zach is clearly the favorite here tonight, with bids already above $250. I can’t go much higher than that for you.”
“It’s okay,” I assured Kyle. “Just getting to flirt with him at the bar was all the fun I needed tonight.”
But that was a lie. Knowing that some other guy would garner the winning bid for Zach that evening was soul crushing. And it didn’t help that Zach kept catching my eye all night, winking at me from his post at the bar as he watched guy after guy trying to grind up against me on the dance floor.
“Let’s go back home,” I begged Kyle at the end of the night, just before the DJ announced the winners of the Valentine charity auction. “I know there’s no way that I won Zach.”
“We’re not leaving,” Kyle refused. “I’ve got some money on that one,” he gestured to a hot, muscled bartender with a handlebar mustache and a sleeve tattoo.
One by one, the DJ announced the winning bids, with Kyle losing out on his bid for the inked hottie. The DJ finally got to Zach, saving the best for last. I wanted to climb into a hole, unwilling to witness some other guy winning the man of my dreams. And so it was a huge shock when the DJ called out my name with a winning bid of over $600 dollars.
“What the fuck?!” I turned to Kyle in total shock. “Did you—?”
“It wasn’t me,” he began to explain in shock just before Zach suddenly appeared at my side, pulling me towards a VIP room off the dance floor for our seven-minute grope fest as the crowd cheered us on.
“How—how did this happen?” I asked Zach as he closed the door to the room, locking us inside. But he ignored me, pulling me into him. His lips were suddenly at mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth, his kiss melting me.
“I’ve wanted to be inside you all night,” he confessed, his hands undoing my pants. “We’re gonna have to make this quick—we’ve only got seven minutes before the crowd expects us to emerge.”
Zach wanted to fuck me? Was this really happening?
Within seconds, we were both naked, with the exception of Zach’s red tie, still dangling between his hairy pecs. His hands were all over me, his cock raging hard with anticipation. Jesus, he was hung, easily over eight inches. He swooped me off my feet effortlessly, his muscular body pressed up against me as he carried me to a black, leather couch.
Reclining me against the cushions, Zach promptly pushed my legs up to my knees and dove into my hole, eating me out like he was ravenous. His warm, wet tongue on my hole drove me wild, my toes curling as my sphincter began to open for him.
“Fuuuuck, that feels good,” I moaned, caressing the nape of his neck as he devoured my cunt. “Fuck me,” I begged, my hole ready for him. “Fuck me with that big cock.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Zach winked, coming up for air, his chin wet with saliva. Instantly, I could feel the rounded tip of his ample cock head pressing against the folds of my cunt, breaching my fuck canal.
“FUCK,” I gasped as Zach plunged into me, instantly balls deep in my bowels. Instinctively my legs wrapped around his meaty ass, pulling him deeper into me.
“Christ, you’re tight,” he marveled. “You’re not a virgin are you?”
“I’m hardly a virgin,” I laughed, bracing my hands against his hairy pecs, the red tie swinging in unison with each thrust that he delivered. “But I’ve never been fucked by a dick this big. You’re hung like fuck.”
“It gets the job done,” Zach smiled modestly, before picking up the pace, delivering a rapid succession of deep thrusts into my bowels. “We gotta make this quick,” he announced, the sound of the crowd just outside our room. “They’ll break down the door if we’re not out of here in a few minutes.”
Keeping his promise, Zach began to pummel me hard, fucking me in that rapid rhythm that a top will employ when he’s ready to dump his load. If given the choice, I would have allowed Zach to fuck me all night long, seeding my ass with load after load. But I had to be grateful that this hot hung top was inside me—even if it was all just because of a charity auction. Deep down inside, I knew our encounter was just a one-off, but I was okay with that. Zach was giving me a memory that I would never forget.
“I’m getting close,” he warned urgently, pulling me back to the moment. “You cool if I dump in you? Shoot my load up your ass?”
“Yes,” I begged loudly. “Breed my fucking hole.”
Instantly, Zach shoved deep inside me, my eyes rolling back into my head, as his cock began to throb in my depths. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, willing him to deposit his seed in my darkest recesses.
“FUCK—FUCK,” he grunted, collapsing into me, his load spewing in my bowels, a distinct warmth emanating from deep inside of me. “Yeah, take my fucking nut,” he moaned, as I wrapped my arms around his torso, his back sweaty with exertion.
“Shit, we better get back out there,” Zach declared, pulling out of me abruptly, his pearly load spilling out from my wrecked hole. The crowd outside our door had begun chanting, “TIME’S UP—TIME’S UP,” over and over again. Fuckers. Seven minutes was much too short. It was time for our walk of shame.
“Thanks for giving me the best Valentine’s Day ever,” I said bashfully as we quickly dressed, the crowd growing louder at the door. “Do you maybe want my number—I mean, assuming you might want to see me again some other time?”
“Some other time?” Zach laughed, pulling me into him with a kiss. “You’re coming home with me tonight, you silly boy. Who do you think placed the winning bid in your name?”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“I see you’re taking cock again today, Josh,” I observed upon coming home from class and finding my roommate with his meaty ass up on the bed, scrolling through Grindr. “Dude, did you even go to class today?”
“Nope,” he turned his face towards me, a devious smile on his face. “But I have taken six loads up my ass so far.”
“Jesus,” I exclaimed, my cock rock hard at the thought of six loads swimming all up in his meaty ass, my balls aching for release. Josh noticed.
“Looks like you need to dump a load,” he tempted. “Go ahead, get that big dick in me. You can be number seven.”
I wasn’t gay, well, except for the 10 to 15 minutes each day when I had my cock inside of Josh. But how could I resist? As a horny college guy who could never score enough pussy to satisfy me, it was just too easy to use my slutty roommate’s available hole whenever I needed to unload. And Josh certainly didn’t mind.
“Fuuuck,” I exhaled, pushing my big cock into him. Half the time, I didn’t even undress. I would just pull down my shorts, rest the waistband under my balls, and then pump my load into Josh.
“Yeah—fuck my ass,” Josh moaned, my cock slicked with the warm cum of six other guys as I pounded away.
“Tell me about the other guys today,” I asked, for it always turned me on to hear about Josh’s escapades. “Anyone worth reporting?”
“The usual suspects,” Josh shared, grinding his ass against me. “A few frat dudes looking to lose a quick load before going to class.”
“Was one of them that frat boy who grunts like a bear when he shoots his wad?” I asked, stifling a laugh.
“Nah, he hasn’t shown up yet,” Josh laughed, twerking on my big rod, his ass pumping up and down. “But I hope he does. The grunting aside, that boy has got a hole stretcher.”
“I know how you love a thick one,” I slapped his ass before moving to a plank above him, giving some good downward strokes as I looked down and enjoyed the view. “Anyone else good today?”
“Yeah—that one biology TA with the hairy chest who breeds me whenever his girlfriend is on the rag,” Josh recalled. “He always busts a huge nut—a total cum factory.”
“Nothing like a big load,” I agreed, reveling in knowing the TA’s creamy ball batter was coating my cock as I continued to pump away at Josh’s hole. “Anyone else worth reporting?”
“Uh, yeah—an older guy with a huge cock,” Josh reported. “He had to rush to breed me before meeting his wife. But he said he’ll return soon when he can get away from the bitch.”
“A married guy cheating on his wife?” I exclaimed with perverse interest, picking up the pace, my balls slapping his used ass. “I bet his bitch wife won’t take his big cock anymore, so he fucks any random guy who will. That’s so fucking hot.”
“Yeah, I love married cock. And for an older dude, he fuckin’ tore me a new one,” Josh laughed, raising his ass slightly for me to go deeper, knowing that angle always gets me there. “I’m hoping he becomes a regular.”
“That’d be hot,” I agreed. “Maybe he’d be game to tag your hole with me? I know you always love to get your ass tagged by two big cocks. I’d be fuckin’ down for that with him.”
“Yeah—uh—maybe,” Josh replied with obvious trepidation. But I didn’t give it too much thought, as I was well on my way to shooting my load.
“Fuck, dude,” I exclaimed, pummeling him hard. “I’m trying to hold back, but this sloppy hole just feels so damn good—six loads all up in there.”
“Don’t hold back, bro,” Josh ordered. “Fucking seed this hole. Bust that nut in my cummy cunt.”
“Yeah—I’m about to—I’m about to—OH FUCK—Here it comes, dude—FUCK—SHIT—DAMN.”
My cock convulsed inside him, pulsing relentlessly as my load spewed into his void, mixing with the cum of the six guys who came before me. My aching balls felt instant relief.
“Thanks, dude,” I smiled, pulling out, stuffing my spent cock back into my shorts as I watched the creamy milkshake that dripped from Josh’s gaping hole. “You gonna try for a few more cocks today?”
“Yeah, I’ve still got time. It’s only just after lunch,” Josh observed, scrolling through Grindr once more.
“Shit,” I exclaimed. “I totally forgot my dad was passing through town today and was going to text me about grabbing lunch together.”
But when I looked at my phone, I had no texts from Dad. I started to text him when Josh interrupted me.
“My bad, bro,” he apologized. “I totally forgot to tell you that your dad stopped by earlier when you were in class. He waited a little while, but then had to go meet your mom. He said he’d text you later.”
“Okay—no worries,” I started to say, until something disturbing clicked in my brain.
“Wait a fucking minute, Josh. Is my dad the hung married guy who fucked you?”
“Sorry, bro,” Josh shrugged feebly. “You know I can’t ever turn down a big dick—and your dad is hung like fuck.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“You sure you’ll be alright for a few hours?” Tiffany asked as her and her mom grabbed their coats.
“I’m sure babe. Don’t worry about me.” I said earnestly.
I followed my girlfriend’s dad out to the detached garage that he’d converted into a man cave. I was spending Thanksgiving with Tiffany and her parents. Tiff and I were juniors at State, we’d been dating for 2 years at that point. I knew her parents pretty well, though I’ouse after Thanksgiving dinner to make a plan of attack for Black Friday shopping.
Mr. Denton and I were much more interested in watching football than shopping, so we happily stayed behind. Mr. Denton was a pretty chill guy who seemed to like me well enough. It helped that I was an athlete and a great student, I projected responsibility and determination.
The man cave was well appointed, Mr. Denton owned a regional engineering firm and was meticulous about these kinds of things. He had a huge flat screen mounted on the wall with surround sound placed strategically around the space. There were 2 oversized couches with a pair of overstuffed recliners. On the far wall was a bar and an old refrigerator, in between the bar and the TV area was a large round table that he used for poker nights.
As we entered, Mr. Denton turned on the space heater as the garage didn’t have any other heating elements. There was a definite chill in the air for a few minutes. We each plopped down on one of the couches as Mr. D found the game on the big screen. We chatted casually as we watched, I was relatively comfortable with him even though he cut an intimidating figure when we first met.
Mr. Denton was a former rugby player, and carried that beefy, muscled, athletic build. He was a standout on many youth teams, playing his way onto the US National Rugby team in his 20’s. He liked to joke that rugby in the States didn’t carry the same prestige as abroad, but I was still in awe. Especially when I looked up some of the highlights from his playing days on Youtube. Not to mention, as a division 1 collegiate lacrosse midfielder, I knew what it took to compete on a big stage.
Eventually, I heard some light snoring. Mr. D had dozed off, I didn’t blame him. Not after the large Thanksgiving meal and the now warm air in the room. As he lightly snored, I looked over at him. Thanksgiving was a casual affair at the Denton house, Mr. D filled out his sweatshirt with his broad, thickly powerful chest and shoulders. His jeans accentuated his thighs and ass, but I noticed now that in his light slumber, he was throwing major wood.
His erection tented his jeans as he snoozed on the couch. I loved women, especially Tiffany, but some men caught my attention as well. I couldn’t tear my eyes off of Mr. Denton’s sleeping form. That is, until his head fell to the side. The sudden movement jolted him awake, I quickly tried to refocus on the game hoping to not get caught staring.
“Damn, I missed a touchdown.” Mr. Denton mentioned groggily.
“Uh… yeah…” I made a flustered reply, I’d missed it too as I was checking out my girlfriend's dad.
“Who scored?” He asked, I looked over as the color drained from my face. I had no clue. I couldn’t help my eyeline going straight back to his tented jeans. “Some things never change. This thing has a mind of its own.” Mr. D said with a chuckle.
I expected him to adjust himself, but he didn’t. Looking back at his face, I realized he’d easily clocked my inability to shift my focus from his tented jeans. Swallowing hard, I turned my attention back to the football game on the big screen. The tension was rising, I could feel my girlfriend’s dad’s eyes on me as I stared at the TV. Silently, I was cursing myself, sitting there frozen in place. The urge to leave was overwhelming, but I knew that doing so would be worse, it would make it into a “thing”. All I could do was hope that a big play in the game would pull our attention away and it would all blow over.
“Brad… “ Mr. Denton spoke, finally breaking the silence. I hadn’t been saved by the game we were no longer watching. Still frozen, I tilted my head towards Mr. D, but didn’t totally face him. I couldn’t. My girlfriend’s dad had caught my checking him out after he fell asleep on the couch. It was a violation. He probably saw it as a betrayal of his daughter. For all I knew, he was going to kick my ass. I was a college lacrosse player, in shape and strong, but Mr. Denton could take me. With his strength built from a lifetime of elite level rugby, I wouldn't stand a chance. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” He finished his thought.
I finally turned to him. Mr. Denton had a contrite look on his unshaven face. Had he been feeling the same panic that I had? He surely couldn’t have been spiraling as quickly as me. His eyes looked like they were searching, his jeans were still tented.
“Mr. Denton, I… I didn’t mean to stare.” I had to say something, I didn’t even really know what I was saying, all I knew was that I could feel my heart beating in my ears.
Mr. D cocked an eyebrow, and I realized that I’d just admitted to checking him out. If he’d read the situation wrong before, he now knew. A stream of expletives exploded in my brain. I wanted to get up and run out of the detached man cave, but I felt locked to the couch.
“I didn’t mean to catch your eye.” Mr. D replied with a slight smirk, his expression becoming lighter.
We sat there for what felt like an eternity. Each of us seemingly trying to communicate without articulating the words. The sound of the football game reduced to little more than white noise. The tension had shifted from defensive to something else, something closer to anticipation with a strong undercurrent of anxiety. It was a game of chicken that I was determined not to lose.
“You know, back on the national team, it wasn’t completely out of the ordinary for some of us to have some bonding time on long road trips.” Mr. Denton thankfully spoke first.
“Bonding time?” I croaked out.
“Yeah, not often, and only one or two guys. But, yeah… “ Mr. D cleared his throat. I felt my heart race. “Just guys stroking together.”
It had been vocalized. It was real. My senses seemed heightened, my mouth felt dry.
“Really?” I said with a weak voice, immediately, I felt dumb. That was all I could come up with.
“Really.” Mr. Denton’s deep voice reverberated through my chest. “Not everyone is into that kind of thing though.”
“That’s a shame, there’s nothing wrong with some male bonding.” I was regaining my confidence, Mr. D had gone out on a limb and I wanted to meet him there.
That brought a smile to his face. His piercing blue eyes broke my eye contact and he looked down at his still-tented jeans then back to me. His strong, handsome face was set off by his mostly-silver, salt and pepper hair, cut close. His gaze traveled to my groin, eying my similarly tented state.
“Let’s give ‘em some fresh air.” Mr. Denton murmured as he unbuckled his belt, I quickly mirrored his actions, my hands trembling slightly with anticipation.
The father of 2 slid his jeans and underwear over his muscled thighs, down to his ankles. Springing forth was an evenly thick, rock solid, 8 inch cut cock with a slight upward curve. It was a sight to behold, a powerful tool matching a powerful man. He gave it a quick tug, the balls hung heavy in his trimmed sac.
My throbbing, thick, uncut jock cock smacked my abs as I’d also shucked my shirt. My weapon was straight with an intact hood, I was proud of it and I found myself hoping that my girlfriend’s dad would like it too. I gave it a few tugs, my eyes not leaving Mr. Denton. He looked me up and down, a soft smirk drew across his features.
He stood from the couch, stepping out of his jeans totally before walking back towards the bar. After grabbing something from behind it, in a drawer, he returned. Mr. D set an old shoebox on the coffee table before pulling the hem of his sweatshirt up over his head and discarded it. He was now totally naked as I was, and I made sure to let his nude form burn into my brain.
Mr. Denton’s muscled rugby build was just as I’d expected. He sported big, blocky shelves of muscle as pecs upon which chestnut brown hair clung, speckled with silver. His shoulders were wide and powerful, his back rippled as he moved reminding me of a predator about to strike. All of it tapered to a midsection that once sported a set of defined abs in his athletic peak but while the power and precision of his core muscles remained, they were obscured by just enough padding with a trail of chestnut hair flaring around his navel.
I bit my lower lip as I made no attempt to hide my attraction. For his part, Mr. Denton returned gaze with equal intensity. We were silently communicating. The air in the detached garage-turned-man cave was heavy and warm, not only was the space heater working overtime but our bodies radiated heat.
Mr. D sat back down on his couch and opened the old shoebox, he pulled out a roll of paper towels, a jar of coconut oil, and to my surprise, a fleshlight. He looked at me with a glint of mischief in his eyes as he opened the jar of coconut oil and dipped his fingers in. He slid the open jar down the length of the table to me before applying the oil to his beautiful cock.
I followed suit, slicking my cock, letting my fist slide up and down the shaft slowly. Mr. Denton grabbed the fleshlight, we made eye contact as his thick head pierced through the artificial opening. The older man let a grunt escape his lips as he pumped the toy down his rod. After a few pumps, he pulled the toy off of his cock and held it out for me.
“I’ve only got one, we’ll have to share.” He said in a husky voice.
A chill went down my spine as I took the fleshlight from his hand. He wanted to share this with me. I felt a tingling in my balls realizing that his cock was just inside as I positioned the toy at my cockhead. I felt his eyes on me as I pushed the toy down, feeling it grip my erection. I looked at Mr. Denton, our eyes connecting. He gave me a subtle nod as he pumped the toy up and down around my steely member. All too soon, I felt my load rising. I didn’t want it to end, so I slid the fleshlight off of my cock and handed it back to Mr. D.
He slid the toy over his cock with long deliberate strokes. His free hand found one of his pert pink nipples and grazed it softly with his fingers. Groans escaped his mouth, his eyes fixed on me as I gently retracted and then covered my cockhead with my foreskin.
The football game on the TV had become an almost non-existent afterthought until the elevated voices of the announcers made us aware of a big play. The quarterback with a tight body, perky ass, thick thighs, and cocky attitude had scrambled for a huge gain. As the camera zoomed in one could make out the jockstrap he was wearing underneath his football pants.
As my hand continued to work my shaft, I moaned softly watching the replay. Precum dribbled out of my piss slit as the hot QB dodged would-be tacklers. He’d always been one of my favorites to watch, for more than just his play. Never had I thought that I’d be sitting with my girlfriend’s dad wanking together while he happened to be playing on the TV.
“That Baker Mayfield is something else…” Mr. Denton breathed, his eyes on the flatscreen as he continued his methodical strokes with the fleshlight.
Was Mr. D perving on the NFL quarterback too? The thought brought more precum to my tip. I looked over at Mr. Denton, his eyes glued to the TV watching Baker play as he steadily pumped his cock with the toy. I let my gaze refocus on the TV. The older man grunted as the QB on the screen ran around evading defensive linemen.
“Here, Brad, I don’t want to get too close too soon.” Mr. Denton grunted, handing the fleshlight back to me.
I couldn’t hold in a groan as our fingers grazed while handing off the sex toy. That brought Mr. Denton’s attention back to me with a smirk. He watched intently as I slid the fleshlight down my shaft. I let my free hand traverse my bare skin, feeling my hard earned muscle. My own touch, under Mr. D’s gaze, was heightened. All too soon, I felt my orgasm creeping up. I didn’t want to be the first to blow and end this, whatever it was. I wanted to live in that moment for as long as possible.
I slowed my pumping, before pulling the toy off my cock. Mr. Denton was watching my every move. His cock seemed even more rigid than it had been when we started, it glistened with the coconut oil, its veins bulged. As I handed the fleshlight back, Mr. D purposely let our hands meet, an impetuous troublemaker’s grin painted on his lips as my heart fluttered.
His large paw was half overlapping with mine, we were holding the toy between us. I didn’t immediately let go, savoring the connection. Seeing that, he brought the toy to the tip of his cock. With the fleshlight opening hovering over his cockhead, he let go so that I was holding it in place. He leaned back and gave a subtle nod.
I took a deep breath, feeling butterflies in my stomach, before beginning to tease his cockhead with the artificial slit. Mr. Denton moaned as I slowly worked his thick cockhead with the toy, slipping it over and pulling back repeatedly. He spread his arms along the back of the couch as I scooted closer. Slowly, I gave him longer strokes with the fleshlight, halfway down his thick dad shaft.
His groans became more strained. I was using the toy to stimulate the full length of his cock. For a minute I was mesmerized by the way his big hog filled the toy almost completely - visible to me through the translucent plastic. At the insistence of his more and more urgent guttural noises, I picked up the pace.
Mr. Denton’s body began to tense. His hips involuntarily thrust up as I stroked the toy down. His breathing became more shallow and rapid. The father’s focus was narrowly on his cock. Mr. D’s handsome face scrunched up.
With a booming moan, his thick dad cock pulsed shooting a powerful jet of cum into the fleshlight. I felt the heavy spurt splatter on the inside of the toy. His chest heaved and his hands dug into the couch cushions. Rope after rope of seed painted the inside of the plastic sex toy, Mr, D’s hips bucked as his nuts emptied. I kept pumping the toy over his nutting cock.
Lost in the intensity, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt his hand on mine. He pushed my hand up, his dick now too sensitive after the intense orgasm. He sported a lighter, goofily happy expression as he took the inseminated fleshlight from my grasp. With his other hand, he touched my shoulder, making me shudder, as he applied gentle pressure so that I leaned back.
My uncut jock cock felt like it might explode in a stiff breeze. It was slick with a mixture of coconut oil and precum. Mr. Denton’s eyes zeroed in on the target. I watched breathlessly as the loaded toy in Mr. D’s hand inched closer to my cockhead.
“Mmmm.” Mr. Denton murmured as I sharply inhaled when the opening of the toy pushed over my tip.
I groaned loudly as the fleshlight descended the length of my shaft. The squelching the lubed up toy made was louder than ever, the vicious load deposited by my girlfriend’s father adding to it. I could feel the man’s load clinging to my cock. I could feel his body heat next to me as he pumped the toy on my shaft, over and over. It was all too much for me.
“Fuuuuuuuuck!” I cried out, feeling an eruption like I’d never felt before.
“Hmmmm.” Mr. Denton muttered, keeping his strokes evenly paced.
My balls turned inside out, emptying everything they held. I gripped the cushions until my knuckles turned white. My hips bucked wildly as I added my nut to Mr. Denton’s potent seed. My breath came in ragged gasps as I desperately tried to fill my lungs with air. Mr. D seemed determined to milk every drop from me as he kept pistoning the toy until I finally pushed it away.
We both sat there, naked and spent. Neither of us said anything, we both stared ahead at the football game still playing on the TV. I didn’t dare to sneak another peak at the naked rugby dad next me as I floated high with post orgasmic bliss. Only the dinging of my phone brought us back to reality. A notification of a text from Tiffany popped up on my screen. Still out back? We’re pulling up to the house now. Without words, I showed Mr. Denton the text from his daughter. Quickly we both found our clothes and Mr. Denton replaced the contents of his shoebox before putting it away behind the bar. It was time to fully re-enter reality. I didn’t know how I’d be able to go back to normal.
Tyson’s lips were at my neck, softly kissing down the cleft between my pecs as I leaned back in the hot tub. His head submerged underwater, his mouth finding my hard cock, taking it down his throat. My head tipped back in ecstasy, my big cock eager to allow the boy to drain my backed-up balls.
“Paula came by while you were at work today,” my six-months pregnant wife reported to me earlier that evening over dinner.
“Paula? Who the fuck is Paula?”
“You know—the nice lady who moved in across the street last month,” my wife reported. “She’s got an 18-year-old son, Tyson, remember?”
“Yeah,” I recalled. “What’d she want—to borrow a cup of sugar or something?”
“No,” my wife rolled her eyes. “She has to be out of town tonight for work, leaving Tyson home by himself.”
“So? How is that our problem? The boy is eighteen—he’s a man now.”
“Yes,” my wife agreed. “But Paula is worried he might try to get drunk or smoke weed or whatever kids do these days.”
“What the fuck am I supposed to do about it?” I scoffed.
“Well, I told Paula you could go over there tonight and hang out with Tyson.”
“You what?!” I spat indignantly. “I’ve only met the boy once—the day they moved in—and he kept giving me strange looks. I don’t want to go over there.”
“You have to go,” my wife insisted. “I’ve already promised Paula, and it’s too late for her to find someone else.”
“Fine,” I acquiesced. “But you gotta make it up to me. I want us to have sex when I get back tonight.”
“Absolutely not,” my wife refused, crossing her arms. “I’ve told you I’m worried you’re going to hurt the baby. I had some spotting and a lot of discomfort that one time we tried—your cock is too big.”
“Jesus,” I sighed, the first time in my life that having a big one had become a curse. “How about you blow me instead?”
“You know how nauseous I’ve been,” my wife argued. “I can barely swallow solid food, let alone have my tonsils battered by your dick. I’m sorry—but blowing you is a hard pass.”
“Well, could you at least jack me off?”
“Absolutely not,” she refused. “You take forever to cum that way. I nearly got tennis elbow the last time I gave you a handjob.”
“Babe—please—I’m begging you,” I pleaded. “My balls feel like they’re gonna pop.”
“Your aching balls is nothing compared to what this pregnancy is doing to my body,” she spat. “If you need relief—there’s Kleenex in the bathroom. I think you’ll remember what to do.”
I had lost the fight on both counts. Not only would I have to hang out with some loser kid all night, my neglected cock wouldn’t be getting any relief from my wife upon my return. An hour later, I knocked at Tyson’s door.
“Oh—hey—uh—Mister—” he struggled to recall my last name.
“Just call me Mark,” I interrupted. “Your mom asked me to stop by tonight.”
“Yeah—uh—sorry about this,” he stammered with embarrassment, holding the door open for me as I entered the house. “I told Mom that I’m too old for a babysitter.”
“Don’t think of me as a babysitter,” I offered, suddenly feeling bad for the boy. “Think of me as a buddy stopping by to hang out.”
“Really?” he smiled. “I don’t—I don’t really have any buddies.”
“You—you don’t have any buddies? Any guys your age who are friends?”
“No,” Tyson stared at his feet. “I’m not like most of the guys my age.”
Holy fuck, the topic was more than I wished to handle. Not wanting to unpack a rather sad confession by an 18-year-old boy whom I barely knew, I decided to change the subject—quickly.
“What do you want to do tonight?” I asked, looking around their sparse living room for inspiration. “We could maybe see if there’s a basketball game on TV? You like sports?”
“Nah—not really,” Tyson admitted with a shrug.
“Then how about a movie? You got Netflix?”
“Yeah, but I’m not really feeling a movie.”
“Okay. Uh—we could—”
“You wanna see our new hot tub?” Tyson interrupted excitedly. “We just got it installed last week. It’s supposed to be for Mom’s bad back, but I’m allowed to use it, too.”
“Sure,” I shrugged, the boy leading me through the house to their secluded patio out back. Tyson uncovered the above-ground hot tub, its warm steam rising into the cool night air. Flipping a switch, Tyson turned on the jets, the motor humming as the water began to bubble and circulate in the tub.
“Wanna get in with me?” Tyson asked, pulling off his t-shirt and eyeing me up and down in that creepy way he had done on the day they moved into the house.
“Oh—uh—I didn’t bring my swim trunks,” I hesitated.
“You don’t need them,” Tyson proclaimed, stripping off his shorts, his long, limp dick swinging between his skinny, hairless legs. I couldn’t help noticing his pubes were trimmed to near stubble. “I never wear swim trunks when my mom’s not around. Plus—we’re both guys. Who cares?”
I watched as Tyson scrabbled up and over the side of the hot tub, plunging himself into the warm, steamy water. He dunked his head briefly, his wet hair clinging to his scalp.
“Come on,” he taunted. “Get your ass in here. It feels amazing.”
How could I refuse?
Stripping off my shirt and dropping my shorts, I climbed into the hot tub while Tyson’s eyes locked on my big, floppy cock. Any suspicion that he wanted me—and my cock—had been confirmed.
“This is amazing,” I sighed, the warm water enveloping my body, my head resting against the wall of the hot tub. My cock, buoyed by the current of the water, began to swell involuntarily. “Fucking heaven,” I exhaled slowly.
“I knew you’d like it,” Tyson smiled, taking his place next to me in the hot tub, sitting way too close for any straight male.
I closed my eyes, the steam rising off the water, my muscles relaxing. I instantly felt sleepy and could nearly have drifted off to sleep had Tyson not spoken to me.
“What’s it like?” he asked, stirring me from my trance-like state.
“What’s what like?” I prompted.
“Your wife—she’s pregnant,” he stated, as if it were news to me. “What’s it like—you know—fucking a pregnant woman?”
“The fuck?!” I spat, my eyes now wide open. “Are you seriously asking me about my sex life with my pregnant wife? Ever heard of boundaries, man?”
“I’m—I’m sorry,” the boy stuttered. “I didn’t mean to piss you off. I only wanted—”
“It’s okay,” I interrupted him, my palm raised. I suddenly felt bad for the boy, who was clearly awkward and inappropriate in many ways. He was only showing natural curiosity. “My wife and I—we haven’t—we haven’t fucked since around the time she found out she’s pregnant.”
“Wow,” the boy exclaimed, eyes wide. “Is it because of your big cock?”
“My big cock?!” I laughed, surprised by his astuteness. “My cock isn’t all that big,” I tried to claim modestly.
“No—its fucking huge,” Tyson corrected, licking his lips, his hand finding my cock under the water. Before I could stop him, before I could resist, he was stroking me.
A memory flashed before my eyes—one that was buried deep in the recesses of my mind. It was a camping trip with my best buddy during the summer we both turned eighteen. After sharing a bottle of Jack Daniel’s that we had pilfered from his dad, I blacked out and awoke to find my buddy sucking my big one. And then I fucked him, grunting my load up his tight ass. The next morning, we agreed to never speak of it. I never fucked him—or any other guy—ever again.
Tyson’s hand on my dick brought me back to the present. I was rock hard in his capable hand. The erotic image of fucking my long-ago buddy played over and over in my mind—the tightness of his hole, the way it gripped my cock like pussy never could.
And so I didn’t stop Tyson as his lips found my neck, softly kissing down the cleft between my pecs as I leaned back in the hot tub. His head submerged underwater, his mouth finding my hard cock, taking it down his throat. My head tipped back in ecstasy, my big cock eager to allow the boy to drain my backed-up balls.
“Fuck me,” he begged, resurfacing and bending himself over the edge of the hot tub. “I want that big cock inside me.”
How could I refuse?
Standing up in the hot tub, the warm water sluicing off my body, cascading off my hard cock, I positioned myself behind the boy with his ass presented to me. Spitting on my fingers, I worked my saliva into his tight sphincter. With his hole ready for me, I grabbed Tyson by the hips and shoved into him with one, deep thrust.
“FUCK,” he screamed, my full balls mashed against his sphincter, the entirety of my nine-inch shaft buried in his warm boy pussy. “You’re so fucking big.”
“You like a big dick?” I taunted, thrusting in and out of him. “You like a big dick up your ass—pounding your tight hole?”
“Fuck yes,” he exhaled, grinding his ass against me. “Your big cock feels so good inside me.”
Christ, his tight cunt felt good—better than pussy. And after months of making love tenderly to my wife while we tried to get pregnant, it felt good to finally be able to fuck again—balls to the wall, no holding back.
Pummeling him harder, over and over, water began to splash over the edge of the hot tub, cascading onto the deck below. My hands moved to his shoulders, gaining better purchase and forcing him to raise his ass. My cock slid deeper inside the boy.
“You’re so fucking deep,” he replied in turn, wriggling his hole on my cock. Christ, his ass felt good.
And then I felt it, the deep throbbing in my balls, the cum rising in my shaft, my cock head swelling, preparing to expel my warm seed. I tried to hold back, really I did. But my efforts were futile.
“FUCK,” I barked, my big cock discharging in his warm, wet chasm—planting my seed in him, like I had with my wife. “Yeah—take my load, you little bitch. Take my fuckin’ nut.”
“Yeah—breed me,” Tyson begged, his hole gripping my cock as rope after rope of my hot jizz filled him to the brim. “Your warm load feels so good inside me.”
Suddenly weak on my feet, I pulled out of the boy. Slipping back into the inviting water of the hot tub, I watched as my pearly cum dripped from his gaping hole, coagulating upon contact with the warm water.
“Fuck, I needed that,” Tyson breathed out, taking his place next to me again.
“You’re telling me,” I laughed. “I think I just dumped a few months worth of backed-up cum up your ass.”
“I could tell,” Tyson smiled devilishly. “You kept cumming—and cumming—and cumming. It was fucking hot.”
“I—I guess I better get going,” I announced awkwardly, still in a bit of disbelief that I had actually fucked the boy.
“You should probably shower before you go home,” Tyson suggested. “You wouldn’t—you know—want your wife smelling the chlorine from the hot tub on you and asking questions.”
Tyson was right, and so I followed him into the house, water dripping from our naked bodies. But before I got into the boy’s shower, I ended up pounding another two loads into his greedy hole atop the narrow, twin bed in his room, the headboard denting the wall.
“I’m home alone all day while my mom’s at work,” Tyson informed me two hours later as we finally said goodbye for the night. “You’re welcome to come by anytime and fuck me again—as often as you like.”
“Thanks—you can count on it,” I pledged, a promise I eagerly intended to keep.
“How was your night?” my wife asked groggily, waking up as I slid into bed next to her. “Gosh, it’s late,” she observed, squinting to look at her phone on the bed table. “What were you two doing so late?”
“Oh, just talking,” I lied. “About guy stuff. The boy really needed a friend.”
“You’re such a good man,” my wife cooed, cuddling up beside me. “And you’re going to be a great father.”
Her hand then slid into my boxer briefs, gripping my spent, limp dick. Slowly, she attempted to jack me, but it was futile. The tank was empty.
“I’m—I’m good,” I protested, removing her hand from my disinterested cock. “I mean it. You really don’t—”
“But I want to,” she pouted. “I feel bad about earlier. I don’t want you to have blue balls until the baby arrives. And even then—they say it can be months until I’m able to have sex again.”
“It’s honestly okay,” I assured her, patting her swollen belly tenderly. “I’ll be fine.”
And then I rolled over and drifted off to sleep, thinking about plugging Tyson’s tight hole in the morning after my early run. The boy said he would gladly take my big cock as often as I wanted—and I was about to put that offer to the test.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
