I quietly stumbled into the hotel room, fustrated that the muscle daddy that I was going to sink my dick into had to run off due to an emergency. “Sorry man, nice hog you got there but my kid’s drunk at a party and asked me to pick him up, you know teenagers,” he grumbled as he crouched in front of me, checking his phone as he absentmindedly moved his tongue around my dick that was hovering on his face. “Damn, sorry to hear, I get it,” I said. What could I do? We exchanged phone numbers and headed out separate ways.
Horny beyond belief, and probably too drunk to consider the consequences, I turned on the lamp next to my big stepbrother Carlos, who was softly snoring. He had a free weekend all of a sudden from military duty and had asked me if he could tag along to whatever I was doing this weekend. We had chatted a bit before and he knew I had recently got a promotion, and I told him I was headed out to the dessert to hit up some gay bars. He said he was down, I said I wasn’t sure if he’d enjoy it. He said if there was booze he’d be there, maybe there would be some girls supporting their gay best friends (I rolled my eyes). So I picked him up from a red eye flight and drove down. We caught up a bit before he fell asleep, and I couldn’t help but notice he got more muscular over the last few years. He was never a social butterfly but we got along well, though he’s often pouting that I always duck out or split up when we go out because I end up chasing tail.
He murmured something incoherent as I stripped the sheet that was covering him to oogle at his muscular fit body. Fuck, he’s my type, but younger, I thought to myself. He was curled up, elbows to his knees as he had his perky ass jutted off the bed. “Captain Andrews, damn sir it’s late and I have watch duty early, just put it in and go slow please” he muttered as he reached behind and pulled his right ass check up to show me his winking hole. Oh, big bro’s got a secret, I chuckled as I couldn’t resist. I grabbed some lube and slicked up my hand as I slid a finger inside his hole. He started softly moaning, then a bit louder in rhythm with the in and out motions of my penetration. “C'mon, sit, more fingers you know I can take whatever you dish out,” his voice squealed as I did as he asked, sliding over his prostate and causing him to groan louder.
I grinned and started to kiss him from his lower back upwards as I continued to finger fuck him, then as I got to his neck I suddenly whispered behind his ear. “So, tell me about this Captain, bro?” to which he suddenly opened his eyes in surprise. He tried to re-maneuver his body but I suddenly grabbed both his wrists with my hand before he could move them and pinned them against the bed over his head. “Nuh uh, start talking.” His face grew red as he dug his face into the sheets, embarassed to talk but since I knew how to dig into his prostate I adjusted my intrusion into his hole and he cried out in pleasure. “Fuck! Winston, dude!” he cried out as a little bit of cum dribbled out of his stiff dick.
“So, you put out for your commanding officer or something whenever he wants you?” He nodded. “How’d he get you to give up your ass?” “I was trading blowjobs with a bunkmate because we were horny beyond belief, I went first but Cap came in and found me on my knees, he snapped a photo and then took me to his office and told me he’d rat me out unless I do what he wanted. He ended up making me his on-call bitch. Uses me almost every week.” Fuck, that story made me insanely horny, I had to try him out for myself, consequences be damned. “I’m going to fuck you now, Carlos, you’ll be a good boy and make me happy?” He looked spooked, “yo Win, I don’t know if we should-” I took my two fingers out of his ass and slapped him across the face with it. “You want my dick or not?” His eyes widened as he nodded. “Say it,” He paused as he tried to get the words out. “I want your dick in me, use me, bro,” he said as I told him to get on his back and hold up his legs. I watched him maneuver as I stripped and lubed up my dick. “Whoa, uhm, that’s bigger than his,” he said as he looked at my hard-on. “It’ll fit, don’t worry,” I said as I positioned it and had him look me in the eyes as I slowly slid it in. His eyes widened and his mouth opened wide as he took a deep breath at my entry. He softly moaned and squealed, at times a bit too loud when I started going deeper and faster so I held my hand over his mouth and told him to moan if he needed to. His muffled cries got me more and more horny as I talked dirty to him. “You like guys now too?” He nodded. “You like dick, like getting fucked?” Again, a nod inbetween muffled groans. “You like getting bossed around like a little bitch with muscles?” A muffled “uh huh” came out of him. “Yeah, Carlos, you’re fucking handsome as hell, beautiful body, who wouldn’t want to sink their dick into you.” He groaned as I felt his ass muscles contract around my dick, and I looked down to see him spurt out a few ropes of cum as I kept on fucking him. “Fuck yeah, love seeing those muscled tits bounce,” I said as he was coming off his orgasm. I didn’t show any signs of stopping so he continued to hold his legs back and let me go to town as I let go of his mouth and grabbed his shoulder and his hip to piston into him more. “You’re so fucking big, Winston, the captain’s going to know someone used me this weekend. Made my hole more loose with all that stretching.” Fuck, I couldn’t hold back any more as I told him I was going to cum. “Yeah, baby, fucking mark me up all inside, I’m yours, anytime you want.” I roared and leaned in to kiss him as I shot up in his ass, him groaning as he felt my dick pulsate inside him. After a minute or so, I got up and pulled him up to shower. We were cleaning each other and exploring more of our bodies together. “So, this is okay? I liked it, I don’t have qualms about it, not sure about our feelings though, it doesn’t have to be romantic if you don’t want to, but I’m down to explore it more if you are.” He nodded and looked down in thought before he got on his knees and looked up at me in the shower, hot water running against my back as the steam rose to fog up the whole bathroom. “Does this answer your question?” he said before he started softly blowing me.
“Dude—what the fuck are you doing in here?” I gasped upon finding Chad, my sister’s recent ex-boyfriend, naked in my bed and stroking his big cock. I wanted to pinch myself, taking in his gorgeous face, those chiseled abs, and that big dick. Chad was straight, a total pussy hound. Surely, there had to be some mistake. “How did you get in here?” I demanded.
“Kayla told me to return the spare key she had given me, while she’s at work,” Chad explained. “But I thought I might wait here for you.”
“For me?” I responded incredulously.
“Let’s not pretend you’re not attracted to me,” Chad taunted, still stroking his cock. “I know you want me—and my big dick. Now’s your chance, bro.”
“I—I don’t think this is a good idea,” I protested feebly.
“Why not?” he countered. “Your sister dumped my ass. I’m a free man. I can stick my dick wherever I want—and I’m choosing your ass. You know you want this big cock.”
Chad was right. I did want his big cock. I used to eavesdrop on Kayla telling her girlfriends how Chad had a big one—a real pussy splitter—and that it was a lot to take. Sure, she was complaining. But I could tell she secretly loved getting dicked down by a big one. The two of us had that in common. And so it was nearly impossible to turn down Chad’s offer to give me that big dick. But I wasn’t going to make it easy on him.
“You just want to fuck me to get back at my sister for dumping your ass,” I argued.
“Yeah, that’s partly true,” Chad laughed. “But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re a slutty size queen who wants to ride me. It’s a win-win for both of us.”
A win-win. How could I argue with that?
“Okay,” I surrendered far too easily. “You can fuck me.”
“Good,” he smiled wickedly. “Then climb on this cock and ride it.”
Dutifully, I stripped down in front of him. Reaching into my bedside table, I pulled out a bottle of lube and a Trojan.
“You can forget about that condom,” he barked. “Kayla always made me wrap it so she wouldn’t get pregnant. But you’re gonna take my babies, got it?”
“Uh huh,” I nodded, secretly eager to have Chad’s warm load inside me.
Deftly, I lubed up my hole while Chad watched with eager anticipation. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Get that cunt good and wet for this big dick.”
With my hole readied for him, I tossed the lube aside. Climbing onto the bed, I straddled Chad—and promptly sat upon his big dick, expertly taking him to the balls.
“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled slowly. “Your hole is so fuckin’ tight.”
“Tighter than Kayla’s pussy?”
“Duh,” he laughed. “Now ride this big dick. Ride it like you own it.”
Placing my hands on Chad’s firm pecs, my hard cock resting on his washboard abs, I raised my hips and began to work my hole up and down his swollen shaft. Rhythmically, I worked his cock like a piston, taking every inch of him in and out of me—over and over.
“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he marveled, propping his muscular arms behind his head. “I think you’ve done this before.”
“You think?” I laughed in jest, grinding down on him harder.
“Your sister was always so vanilla when we fucked,” Chad shared as I continued to bob up and down on him. “But you—I always knew you’d be a dirty slut in bed.”
“I think you’ll find I’m nothing like Kayla,” I replied, activating my sphincter, gripping his cock from within me. Expertly, I contracted and released his shaft, massaging his cock inside my depths.
“Holy fuck,” he exhaled, his toes curling. “It’s like you’re jacking my cock with your ass. How the fuck are you doing that?”
“Lots of practice,” I purred, licking my lips, reveling in the feeling of his big cock inside of me—a cock that once belonged to my sister but was now mine.
Eagerly, I began to pick up the pace, riding Chad’s big dick like my life depended on it. Chad’s hands went to my hips, slamming my body up and down on him harder and harder, faster and faster—pushing his cock into my warm depths deeper and deeper. The pace was too fast, his desire too frenzied. It couldn’t last.
“Dude,” he warned, biting his lip, “I think I’m gonna—I’m gonna—FUCK, bro—get ready for it.”
“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Gimme that nut. Fuckin’ breed my ass.”
“FUCK,” Chad grunted in release, his head hitting the wall behind my bed as his body convulsed beneath me, his big cock throbbing rhythmically inside me. A warmth emanated from deep within me as his thick load coated my depths.
With his balls now fully emptied inside me, I quickly dismounted. Upon release, Chad’s wet, cum-slicked cock slapped against his meaty thigh. Ravenously, I dove between his legs and licked his cock clean, sucking the last bit of cum out of his cock slit.
“Damn, you are a dirty slut,” he laughed. “And full service.”
“I aim to please,” I smiled devilishly. “But you better get your ass outta here before Kayla gets home from work. You got what you came for.”
“Shit,” he scrambled off the bed, yanking on his crumpled clothes from off the floor. “Here,” he pulled out the spare key from his pocket. “I better leave this with you.”
“Nah,” I refused. “Keep the key. You can use it whenever you want to fuck me again.”
“Seriously?”
“Absolutely,” I affirmed.
And then Chad did something that I never would have expected—he pulled me into his arms and kissed me, tongue and all.
“I’ll be back later tonight,” he assured me with a slap on the ass. “So plan on giving up that sweet cunt to me again.”
“But—but what about Kayla?” I stammered.
“What about her?” Chad laughed. “Your sister dumped my ass, which means she gets no say as to where I stick my dick.”
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My older brother had the biggest ass in the family. He pulled down his underwear just enough to let me get behind him and push in.
"You better not fucking tell Mom I let you do this, last thing I need is her pissed off at me about something that isn't even a big deal," Gabe said as I came up behind him.
"Why the hell would I tell her?" I defended myself as my dick got close to his ass.
"I don't know, you're stupid sometimes," he laughed, being an ass.
"Shut the fuck up," I replied and laughed too.
He already had me put lube on and I was already hard as hell. I wasn't sure why this sounded so hot but it did, and I needed a tight hole to sink my cock into. I put my left hand on his left cheek and pointed my cock at his hole and rubbed it in his skin when I got close enough.
"You ready?" He asked looking over his shoulder at me.
"Yeah," I said as I pushed forward and felt the tip of my cock get swallowed up by his body.
It was so fucking good, warm, tight, like velvet on the head of my cock. I smacked his ass like an asshole and kept pushing in, feeling his ass taking inch by inch of my needy cock. He didn't even care when I hit him, treating him like my bitch.
"Oh, that's a nice cock, bud," he moaned as I worked my way in.
"Yeah? You like it?" I asked, turned on by the fact that my big brother was into my dick.
"Fuck yeah, it's a good one," he replied as I bottomed out inside him.
I felt his thick ass against my stomach and legs as I was buried deep in my own brother. I definitely wasn't as experienced as he was but it was safe to say that he had the best ass I've been in.
"You good?" He checked in on me.
"Very very good," I told him as I grabbed and rubbed his ass with my hands. "You have such a fuckable ass," I told him.
"Then fuck it," he told me, kind of joking but I think he wasn't at the same time.
I pulled out and shoved it back in, watching his hole gripping it tight. My cock glided in and out of him, it was beautiful to watch. My big brother took it like a champ and moaned with every thrust I gave him.
My brother had girlfriends all my life, hell he had one right now. I wondered what they'd think seeing me mounted behind him, his little brother fucking his ass like he fucked them. It made me go wild, I wanted to dominate his hole and make it mine for the night.
"Oh fuck, slow down, don't rush," my brother groaned.
I slowed and took my time, looking down and watching as my cock entered and left his body, stroke after stroke, thrust after thrust. If I knew telling him he had a beautiful ass would have got me here I would have done it a long time ago.
My brother was taller than me, more built, seeing him bent over his bed was amazing. Something I never imagined I'd get lucky enough to see. Next time I listen at the door as he fucks his girl I'll have this image in my head.
I pumped him steady and deep, holding on to his ass, watching it bouncing off of me with every thrust. All these years of staring at it, here I was with a close up view and it was wrapped around my cock and fuck did it felt great.
"I could get used to this," I told him, holding on to his shoulder and thrusting hard and deep.
"Yeah? Who says that I'll let you?" He replied.
"I don't know, I'm pretty sure you will," I said as I continued my assault in his hole.
"Oh?" He said and reached behind and pulled me into him and held me tight against his body. "One condition and I will," he's looking back at me as I was pressed against him.
"What?" I asked, almost desperate to know what it would take.
"Girlfriends, wives, whatever... We take this shit to the grave," he started. "Also, neither one of us gets to say no if the other one needs it, from now until we both agree to stop," he added.
"Deal!" I said before he was done talking.
"I'm not done! And you cum in me, and I'm going to cum in you," he told me, catching me off guard, he had a big dick, I don't know if I wanted anything to do with it.
"Uh," I stammered, my cock was hard as fuck in him, maybe this wasn't the time to make deals.
"Fine," he said and started to push me off.
"Fuck man, I've never taken cock," I told him and grabbed on to his hips to stay put.
"I'll teach you, you think I haven't craved your ass too?" he said letting me stay inside him. "Come on man, any time you want mine, it'll be yours. But sometimes I need to fuck too."
I took a deep breath and agreed, "fine but I'll try, but you got to be easy on me," I told him.
"I got you," he said and pushed back. "Now cum in me, seal the pact."
I held on to him tight and started pounding into his hole, feeling my cock getting the pleasure it needed. I felt my load building and before long I was warning him it was time.
"Fuck it in me, let me have your cum," he said so casually, as if that was a normal request between brothers.
"Jesus Christ, Gabe," I moaned and thrust in him, feeling my cock pop off inside of him.
My ball's emptied inside of my big brother's hole, creating a deal I wasn't sure I was ready for. All I knew is that I could cum a few times a day, so why not use him instead of my hand, anytime, can't say no. I just hope he was up for how much his ass was about to get used, and I hope he didn't want mine as much as I planned on using his.
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I honestly thought nothing would happen again between me and Brandon after that crazy fuck on the couch. When it was over and our skin cooled down, we put on our clothes and went back to watching the game. He didn’t say anything about it and neither did I.
By the next morning, it almost felt like it had never really happened. It was hazy and remote, like a strange, distant dream. I chalked the whole thing up to some kind of weird moment that comes out of the blue—one of those weird flashes of pheromones and chemistry that ignites in an instant and burns out just as fast.
But less than 24 hours later, Brandon came up from behind as I was bent over unloading the dishwasher. He put his hands on my hips and started pressing his crotch into my backside.
“Mmmm,” he murmured.
He leaned down and laid his chest across my back.
“Sorry, but it looked so good,” he whispered into my neck. “I had to touch. And feel. Maybe we should repeat what we did yesterday.”
I don’t know what I said in response. Probably none of the things a wiser man would have said. Because within minutes, Brandon had my pants at my ankles and he was dragging his cock back and forth between my cheeks. His flared cockhead scraped my hole. Then two quick pumps of Ivory Liquid from the dispenser on the counter and he was inside me.
It was quicker and easier this time. Smooth, like it was practiced and natural. It’s crazy to say that, because I was still wigged out by the reality of bending over for my son. But he was a carefree jock who didn’t stop to think about any of that. He just fucked and kissed and went on with his life. And because it felt good—really good, despite the whole thing being so unexpected—I went on with it too.
After that it became something very regular, almost something unremarkable that we’d do—without either of us really talking about it. We just carried on with our normal lives. Me, the middle aged single dad, working 9-5 and offering his newly adult son a place for the summer. And Brandon, the fresh grad working full-time for the first time and crashing with me until he saved enough for his own place. That banal dynamic persisted.
But then there would be a change in the lighting, or a pause in the show we were watching, and I’d catch Brandon’s eyes on me. They’d have this look, deep and romantic. And just like that we’d start kissing. And the kissing would lead to fucking, which would lead us back to kissing…. It was a tight circle of activity and it could spiral for quite a while.
I should be clear that “us fucking” meant Brandon fucking me.
I did try to go after him one time. We were naked and rolling around, and I grabbed him by the hips, pulling his buns to my crotch and tapping my cock against his hole.
He swatted my hand away.
“Sorry,” I said to him. “I thought we might switch it up this time.”
“Yeah,” he said, grabbing my wrists and then flipping me over onto my back. He poked his cock between my thighs. “But this is working just fine as it is. Isn’t it, Dad?”
Brandon said it in a steady, certain voice.
“Yeah, I guess it is,” I replied.
“Good.”
Brandon pulled my legs up onto his chest and pressed his fingers to my pucker, testing. Then he spit on his dick and pushed it in.
“Because I think this is great.”
“Yeah, me too,” I agreed.
It wasn’t a lie. I hadn’t felt like this in years.
***
I first thought the change between us was just sex, but of course there was more to it than that. We fucked regularly, and we kissed throughout it all. Deeply. Hungrily. Tenderly. That combo couldn’t help but change things.
First the kissing and touching spilled over into everyday life. It became routine for Brandon to grab me by the hip, or pat my behind, or give me a long, slow kiss—all in the middle of the day, disconnected from sex and for no reason at all. These actions were no longer reserved for foreplay; they had become everyday affection.
I have to say, I enjoyed it. I hadn’t done much dating since Brandon’s mother and I split, and it felt good to have someone paying that kind of attention to me. Someone noticing when I looked good in a shirt and encouraging me to change into a better one if I didn’t.
“The black shirt you wore yesterday looked much better on you,” he might remark. I’d go check in the bedroom mirror and realize Brandon was right.
We started hanging out together, and not only around the house.
“Where should we go this weekend?” I’d ask. “I can make plans, get us some reservations.”
Brandon always had ideas, and I enjoyed executing on them.
And sometimes we’d hang out with others. I liked how comfortable everyone was around Brandon. They had first met him as child, but everyone spoke to him differently now. They recognized him as an adult in his own right.
“Brandon, can the two of you come help with the fundraiser on the 5th? Starts early.”
“No problem,” Brandon said with easy confidence. “I’ll make sure this one”—he jabbed me with his elbow—is up and moving by 6:00. You can count on us.”
I liked that he was grounded, mature. He was growing into a fine young man. And that helped lighten the load around the house. He wasn’t a wastrel son to support like some of my friends had. If anything, Brandon supported me as much as I supported him. We just did it in different ways.
I cooked most of the meals because I had more experience in the kitchen. And I loved that any time I asked him “What do you want for dinner?” Brandon always had a new challenge for me.
I shared my login with him and Brandon starting handling the bank account, the bill pays, my investments. He had been an Econ major, he was interested in finance, and he was working as a junior associate in a financial firm.
So it was complementary. Everything even and balanced in its own way.
I suppose it was about making things even when Brandon emptied half the drawers in the my bedroom and moved his stuff in. We had been sleeping together most nights, and it was awkward for him to continually run across the hall to his childhood room, with its narrow dresser and tiny single bed.
I was OK with my stuff being crammed into a smaller space; I didn’t mind the congestion. I was due to go through everything and thin stuff out anyway. I guess it was a welcome prompt.
But he did take my side of the bed. Without asking. The one I’d slept on for years and years.
Apparently it was his preferred side too.
After sex we’d pull apart and he’d roll me to one side and him to the other. He’d turn his head to kiss me again once before he fell asleep, snoring, on what had been my side of the bed.
But relationships entail compromise and they bring change, right? So this was to be expected.
“I mean, this is getting to be kind of like a relationship, right?” I asked Brandon one day.
I don’t know why I said it. I guess I was just feeling a little fragile in that moment.
“Like?” he asked. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me in close. “No. This is totally a relationship. The best there could be.”
I kissed him back, relieved. Then I wondered for an instant when my peace of mind had gotten so caught up in Brandon and what he thought.
“Why do you even worry, Dad?”
He placed a finger on my lips as if to shush me, then he leaned in, removing his finger at the last second and replacing it with his lips.
“Do you need some extra lovin’ tonight?” Brandon’s hands glided over the curve of my ass cheeks. “I can give you what you need.”
I nodded.
“Don’t worry, Dad,” Brandon said, catching my chin with his fingers. “I love you so much. You’ll always be my best boy.”
I nodded again.
His smile arched into a smirk.
“Now get back on that bed. On your back, legs up. Get nice and open for me.”
My son fucked me until I forgot my fears, until there was nothing left but my whimpering into the pillow.
***
And without my even intending it, Brandon and I were together. We didn’t directly tell anyone, but they could see it. And they saw it well enough to know how it all worked.
When the doorbell rang, Brandon asked, “You ready, Dad?”
I nodded and he stopped to straighten my collar.
“Don’t be nervous, you look great.”
Some of Brandon’s friends were coming to dinner, along with a few of mine. We usually saw everyone separately but the time had come to meld our friend groups.
During their arrivals, Brandon changed the music.
The first playlist had been mine—old jazz standards playing through the speakers while I finished the risotto. At some point Brandon wandered through the kitchen, kissed the side of my head, and quietly changed it to something more upbeat and modern.
Nobody objected. Including me.
The apartment filled gradually. Michael and his husband arrived first, carrying wine. Allison and Stu from Brandon’s office. Then Greg and David, friends I’d known for nearly twenty years.
At 46, I was the oldest person in the room. Most of the gray hair belonged to my friends. Most of the energy belonged to Brandon.
He stood near the island talking to Allison, one hand wrapped around a beer bottle, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Every few minutes someone interrupted him with a question.
Where were the extra glasses?
What was in these appetizers?
Had he seen the game last weekend?
People treated him as the host. Even though we both were. Even though it was my house. Even though most of the guests had known me for years.
None of that mattered.
“Need anything?” I asked Brandon as I carried plates into the dining room.
Brandon looked up.
“Yeah. Can you go open the wine that’s meant for dinner? It should breathe a little.”
I smiled. “Sure.”
He gave me a little pat and went back to laughing with my friends. Telling a story about something funny I’d done a few days ago.
Half an hour later everyone was seated around the table.
I had spent most of the afternoon cooking. Brandon grabbed a knife and carved the roast.
Conversation moved from work gossip to politics to vacation plans.
At one point Greg leaned back in his chair and pointed his wine glass toward us.
“Oh, that reminds me.”
He turned to Brandon.
“Are you guys around Labor Day weekend?”
Brandon swallowed the rest of Cabernet and gestured at me to refill his glass.
“Maybe. Why?”
“We rented a house up in Sonoma. Couple of days. Pool, wineries, all of that.”
“Sounds fun.”
“You guys should come.”
I waited for Greg to turn toward me and get my take.
He continued talking to Brandon.
“We’ve got plenty of room. It would be great to have the two of you there.”
Brandon smiled.
“Sounds like fun. I’ll check the calendar.”
I opened my mouth to chime in and then closed it. Brandon hadn’t committed us, and maybe he had a reason for that. I’d ask him later.
The conversation moved on.
Ten minutes later Brandon reached across the table and stole the last
roasted potato from my plate.
I gave him a look.
He shrugged.
“You weren’t eating it.”
“That’s not the point.”
“It absolutely is.”
Everyone laughed.
“OK, OK, I’m not going to fight you over a potato.”
“Because you know I’ll win.”
More laughter.
I blushed. I felt a twinge of embarrassment but also a strange kind of pride.
After dessert, everyone drifted back into the living room. Brandon opened another bottle of wine and topped people off.
I was carrying plates back into the kitchen when I overheard Greg speaking quietly with Brandon near the bookshelf.
“He’s different around you,” Greg was saying, “Lighter. Happier.”
“Yeah. The divorce was hard on him, even a couple of years later. But I think we’re figuring things out now. He’s finally moving on.”
“You’re good for him, Brandon.”
“We’re good for each other,” Brandon said, looking over Greg’s shoulder and giving me a grin. “That’s how it’s supposed to be.”
I blushed again. I felt warm and content.
“Well, it’s nice to see it,” Greg responded.
Later, after the guests had gone and I washed up the pots and pans, Brandon came up behind me and slipped his hands around my waist.
“You did great tonight, Dad. The food was excellent and everyone had a great time.”
“Thanks to you. You kept everyone happy and drunk and laughing.”
He spun me around to face him.
“Yeah. We both have our roles. And we play them well. I appreciate that.”
He leaned in to nuzzle my neck. I wondered when my son had gotten so wise and confident.
But I didn’t stop to wonder why I needed that. I simply knew it was true.
Brandon kissed a little trail down my neck and started opening buttons. I shivered.
“You can leave the dishes,” he whispered hoarsely. “They can wait. I can’t.”
I nodded and let him pull me across the room, where he sat on a kitchen chair and pulled me into his lap. He pulled the shirt from my body and kissed the exposed skin, tenderly and with purpose. I could feel him swell down below.
I kissed back while my clumsy fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons. Eventually he took over, got his shirt off, and pressed our bare torsos together.
“You don’t think I’m too old for you?” I whispered.
“Old man, you are just right.”
He winked and I slid off the chair, came to my knees, opened his pants, and took him into my mouth.
Brandon’s dick was hard, in the way that a 22 year old is instantly ready for anything. Even so, I felt it swell bigger in my mouth, testing the limits of my throat.
“Keep going, Dad. Stay with me. I know you can take it all.”
I nodded and gulped him down deeper, inhaling the musky odor of his pubes.
He let me suck him until he was leaking like an old pipe about to burst. Then he pulled me up to standing, dropped my pants, and pushed me down over the back of the chair.
I gripped with my hands as his tongue dipped and dived between my cheeks, finding its way around my rosebud. It opened easily to him now; he had made me into the kind of eager bottom I had never expected to be.
I sighed with relief when he sunk his shaft into me. This is how I felt most alive now: speared on my son’s young, steel-hard dick.
He began to move. Hands on my hips, controlling my body and the rate of entry. Plunging in and pushing against my prostate in a steady rhythm.
Suddenly I flashed on a moment from earlier in the night. It rose up over my bliss and forced me to speak.
“Brandon.”
“Mmmhmmm.”
He didn’t stop his thrusts.
“Why didn’t you say yes to Sonoma?”
“I wanted to make sure it’s what you wanted for Labor Day weekend too.”
“Do you want to?”
“Yes.”
“Then it’s what I want too.”
“Good.”
His thrusts got harder.
“Kind of hot that Greg didn’t even ask me.”
“I noticed that.”
He fucked harder.
“They all know.”
“Know what?”
Brandon was panting. A bead of sweat rolled off his pec and splashed onto my back.
“That I belong to you.”
Brandon grunted and fucked hard, like an animal, I pushed back more.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it, Dad?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
His dick had swollen to an impossible girth, fully plugging my hole.
“You got it, babe.”
He leaned his sweaty chest onto my back and bit the side of my neck as his cock started pulsing, spilling his load into me. It was so warm.
“You’re mine,” he whispered. “Always and forever.”
I thought back to that strange moment months ago when we simply watching the game and Brandon leaned in to plant on a kiss on me.
My boy knew just what I needed. And he made it happen.
I knew I would follow his lead. Always and forever.
END
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When my son Brandon came out, I never imagined we’d fuck. And it was even wilder to think that this young man would be the one to fuck me. But here we are.
It happened on a normal Sunday afternoon, the two of us on the couch watching football. We were relaxed, comfortable.
I had no problem with him commenting on the players as much as the plays. He had told me he was gay years ago, which didn’t surprise me at all. I even confided in him that I’d played around with some dudes in the year before I met his mother. I mean, anyone should be able to appreciate a pretty face, regardless of the anatomy attached to it.
So Brandon and I were sprawled on the couch, post-gym, in sweatpants and T-shirts, beers cracked open, with nowhere else to be.
I reached for my beer just as Brandon started shouting wildly about a play. His shout made me look up, and I immediately wished I hadn’t. The quick sharpness of the move triggered something in neck, and I sat back into the couch with a groan.
“Ahhh, fuck.”
“What’s wrong, Dad? Your neck?”
“Yeah, that’s where it hurts. But the problem is my traps. They’re tight as fuck and pulling on everything. Happens whenever I do those weighted dips.”
Brandon stretched his arm behind me and grabbed the meat to the side of my neck. He dug into my trap and squeezed, trying to break things up.
“You gotta take it easy, old man. Go lighter when you do that shit if you refuse to fix your form.”
“Fuck you.”
“Doss this help?”
“Yeah, it does.”
I should probably schedule a real massage sometime. Deep tissue or maybe some trigger point work. But this helped in the meantime.
Brandon worked one side and then did the other.
“Better?”
“Yeah,” I turned to face him. “Better. Thanks.”
He looked at me, real serious, and then leaned in slowly.
And just like that we were kissing. Not too long, but real slow and soft. Sensual. I got a funny feeling that ran throughout my body.
When the kiss stopped, we both pulled back a little. Not too far.
“What was that for?” I asked.
“Looked like you needed it.”
“But—“
He leaned in and kissed me again, stopping my words. But you’re my son, I said in my head.
Brandon didn’t seem to care. He kept on kissing.
After a minute, I didn’t care either. It felt really nice, even though it was unexpected, and definitely strange, and probably a very bad idea.
Brandon still had his arm around my shoulder and he pulled me in close. He dropped a hand down onto my chest and let it rest on my pecs. He rubbed a little bit and then he squeezed it while he kissed me. He pinched my nipple.
“You got your chest super activated today,” he whispered. “Feels nice.”
What felt nice was his hand on my tit. He was squeezing it again, and giving me another slow, wet kiss.
Things went from there. His hands roamed my chest, my shirt came off, then his. I ran my fingers over his smooth skin while he stroked the patch of fur between my pecs.
And then he dropped his head into my lap.
Brandon yanked my sweatpants down and nuzzled me, his warm breath going through my cotton briefs. Just as things got plenty damp, he pulled them down completely and took me into his mouth.
Good God.
A slow, wet blowjob is a thing of beauty on any occasion, but it’s something else, totally wild, when it’s coupled with the thought that this is my son. This is my son on his father’s cock.
My head told me I should be uncomfortable with this, and stop it probably. But the sensation of that expert blow job overrode everything else.
Brandon pushed me down onto the couch, shifting me sideways and laying me on my back. He lifted my legs and put his head between my thighs. He tongued my balls, stroked my cock, sucked the head with his hand wrapped around my shaft at the base.
I moaned.
He pushed my legs up higher and tongued a line from my balls down to my taint, going slow and lapping long, wet lines along that ridge of nerve endings before he came to rest at my hole. His tongue swirled there for an eternity.
My hole.
I had never thought about it. It was just a place to shit. A sweaty region with too much hair.
But not to Brandon. He pulled my cheeks to the sides and ate my hole like it was a fresh, pink pussy.
I lay writhing on my back, legs in the air, while my young jock son showed me that guys could get eaten too.
If I wasn’t so naive I would have recognized this as prep. But I totally didn’t. Not really. It was a surprise when he laid his cockhead at my hole and started pushing in.
Jesus! My body winced and I snapped shut like a clam. I screwed my eyes up tight; they were wet at the edges.
“Relax, Dad. It’s gonna feel good.”
He stayed there. He was insistent. He took my cock in his hand and stroked me while he kept his cock at my pucker with constant, steady pressure until I relaxed enough to open up and start accepting him in.
I’d never had anyone inside me. Never anyone, anytime—except now, Brandon. Except my son.
He was patient but persistent, and he worked his cock slowly into me until I felt his balls touch the back of my thighs. He leaned down to kiss me and he stayed there, just like that, letting my body adjust to him.
Then he started to fuck.
He locked his eyes with mine, and he watched everything play out across my face. He was watching what he provoked, as my boy thrust his cock into his dad, going slow and smooth, with a mix of affection and the kind of goal orientation I had instilled in him from a young age.
I’d meant that goal orientation for school, for sports, for his career. But now he used that skill to take what he wanted. And it happened to be me.
My body was electrified. There were flashes of heat, waves that undulated through me, and panting little gasps that escaped when he sunk it deep and pushed against my prostate.
Brandon smiled when I came. I was firing off before I even realized it was happening. I sprayed a bunch of crazy splotches onto his smooth chest.
He laughed and kept pumping.
“Can you take a little more? I’m close.”
I nodded and watched him rut. Saw his face screw up tight as he tried to hold himself back for just a little bit longer. But he couldn’t. Fairly quickly he blasted into me, flooding his dad.
It took a few minutes for our bodies to calm down. Brandon stayed inside me, moving slowly and sliding his cock tenderly along that slicked up chute while we kissed and waited for our breathing to return to normal.
When it did, he pulled out his softening dick and sat up on the couch, pulling me under his arm. He laid my head on his sticky chest and stroked my hair while he drank his beer and we finished watching the game.
It was weird and wonderful and ill advised, and I was sure it would never happen again.
But again, I was wrong.
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“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.”
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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.”
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“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.
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