“I’m about to bust,” Carter announced urgently, looking down at his big cock buried inside me. My legs were spread wide, his cock thrusting rapidly in my wrecked hole, as I enjoyed the view of his deliciously hairy body. “You ready for my load?”
I had no use for Carter when his family moved into the house across the street from me. The dad was hot as fuck, but his bitch wife looked to be a total cock block. Carter was maybe ten at the time, still in the throes of childhood, shooting hoops in his driveway, racing remote control cars with a neighbor boy.
The only occasions that I was actually face to face with Carter was when he would ring my doorbell and politely ask to retrieve an errant soccer ball that disappeared behind my fence, or when he’d come around once a year selling popcorn for his scouting troop.
Carter took on skateboarding at the precipice of puberty, riding his board up and down the street endlessly, always shirtless. From my front window, I watched the boy mature into a man. Though still wiry of build at fourteen, his nipples and the dead center of his chest began to sprout the beginnings of his pelt.
By fifteen, his muscles began to thicken, with hair fanning across his broadening chest, forging a trail down south past his navel and into his nether regions. By sixteen, his transformation was nearly complete—well defined muscles and a pelt of man fur that would make almost any man envious. His father was similarly blessed.
I had to have the man-boy inside me, my ego demanded it. But I had to wait two torturous years until he was legal. Good things come to those who wait.
On Carter’s eighteenth birthday, a new car appeared in his driveway, festooned with a giant red bow on the hood. It was two days later that Carter appeared fortuitously at my door. Had the universe actually just served him up to me on a silver platter? Yes and no.
“Hey, Mr. Sampson,” he greeted politely as I opened the door. He was shirtless, as always, his furry chest begging for a slow, thorough tongue bath.
“Hello, Carter,” I replied, my hungry eyes taking him in. “Happy belated birthday. I see your parents got you a car.”
“Yeah,” he nodded, briefly looking back at the car, parked in their driveway. “That’s actually why I came over here. I’ve got to earn some gas money, so I’m going around the neighborhood seeing if people have any odd jobs they need done.”
“Hmm, let me think,” I paused, scratching my chin, thinking of the one thing I wanted—his hairy cock buried in my man cunt. But confessing that would only send him scrambling away.
“How about I give you forty bucks to weed my yard?” I finally offered. “The garden tools are in the car port.”
Carter eagerly agreed to the offer. Working methodically, he spent a full hour on my yard, meticulously removing every weed in sight. He was covered in dirt when he rang my doorbell for payment, flecks of yard debris clinging to his chest hair.
“Come inside,” I demanded. “You jump in the shower and get cleaned up while I find some cash for you.”
“Nonsense,” I protested, leading him to my bedroom and pushing him towards my bathroom shower. “There’s body wash and clean towels—everything you need.”
Ten minutes later, he emerged from my bathroom in a cloud of steam as I waited on the bed for him. He had a towel around his waist barely hiding the outline of a big cock, his hair was towel dried, and his furry chest was still damp with steam.
“Did you do something with my shorts?” Carter asked, tightening the towel around him. “I can’t find them.”
“Your shorts were filthy, so I hand rinsed them and tossed them in the dryer,” I explained. “Why don’t you have a seat next to me here on the bed while we wait for them to dry?”
“Uh—okay,” he agreed hesitantly, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
“You’ve matured into quite the young man,” I observed, my eyes traversing his hairy body. “And from what I can see under that thin towel, you’re a blessed man down there. I bet you’re popular with the girls.”
“Oh—uh—I dunno about that,” Carter demurred bashfully.
“You mean you’re not getting pussy?” I demanded.
“No—I’m still a virgin,” Carter admitted sheepishly.
“That’s a damn shame,” I feigned outrage. “A handsome young man like you should be getting pussy all the time. Unless—maybe you like boys?”
“I like boys,” I cut him off.
“I know,” Carter avoided my gaze. “My dad warned me—I mean—told me that you’re gay.”
“Yes, I am,” I admitted proudly. “And many straight men, especially young guys like you, have fucked me.”
“Wait—straight guys fuck you?” Carter gasped incredulously. “Why?”
“Why?!” I laughed at his naivety. “It’s a universal truth that men need sex far more than women. And some men—the smart ones—turn to guys like me when they just need an easy hole to breed. Do you want to fuck my hole?”
“I’m just not sure I could—”
“Not sure you could stick your dick in a warm, tight hole that is way better than any pussy out there?” I countered.
“I think I should go,” Carter stood up, the dryer beeping down the hall, announcing it was done. “I’ll just be needing my shorts now.”
Through his towel, I could see that Carter was rock hard, his eight incher straining against the thin terry cloth. His brain might have been telling him not to fuck me, but his cock certainly had a different opinion on the matter.
“Here’s your shorts,” I held them out to him. “Nice and warm from the dryer.”
Grasping them, Carter turned around and dropped his towel, giving me a view of his hairy ass while he pulled up his shorts. He had denied me a gratuitous glimpse of his cock—for the moment. I handed him the forty bucks for the yard work, and he made a beeline back to his house.
Being a night owl, there was many a late night when I would spy Carter as he snuck out of his house. Climbing out his bedroom window and down the trellis, a buddy would be lurking in the dark, a beer cooler in hand. Creeping behind them in the dark, I once followed them to the playground down the street where they drank beer and smoked weed until the wee hours of the morning. Boys will be boys.
Sure enough, after offering up my ass up to Carter, I saw him creeping down the trellis that same night. But his buddy wasn’t there. Was Carter on his way to fuck me? An urgent knock at my door one minute later settled the question.
“Let’s just fuckin’ do this before I change my mind,” Carter barked, pushing inside. He was shirtless, his athletic shorts tenting. “You want to bend over this couch for me?”
“I’d much prefer my bed,” I countered, leading him to the bedroom. “I’d like to look up at your hairy chest while you fuck me.”
“Fine by me,” he shrugged.
He dropped his athletic shorts, his eight incher springing to attention, as I disrobed and took my place on the bed—on my back, spreading my legs open for him.
“Vaseline?” he asked as I removed a small tub from the drawer of my bed table and began to prep my eager hole with it. “My mom uses that on her face at night.”
“Well, it also makes a great—” I began to explain, before—
“Fuuucck,” he exhaled, pushing into me abruptly, his hands on my thighs, a dopy smile on his face—the look of a boy who had never before dipped his stick.
I reached up and caressed his furry chest as he looked down at his cock, buried in me, his balls mashed against my sphincter. And then Carter proceeded to fuck the living shit out of me.
It wasn’t my first time with a virgin top, so I knew what to expect—hang on tight, and enjoy the ride. The first time a guy gets his cock into a wet cunt, whether ass or pussy, he fucks it like it’s the one and only time he’ll ever have the pleasure. Fast and furious. Carter was no exception.
“Damn, this feels good,” he marveled, his cock jackhammering me, my head hitting the headboard over and over again. His frantic pace was absurdly fast—completely unsustainable. A jackrabbit had mounted me, preparing to breed me in under sixty seconds.
“What are you doing?” Carter demanded, pounding my hole furiously as I reached around and tugged at his balls, pulling them away from his body.
“I’m trying to keep you from nutting,” I explained. “If you don’t slow down, you’ll shoot too fast, and then the ride is over.”
“My buddy says he pictures dead puppies to keep from shooting too fast when he fucks his girlfriend,” Carter laughed, smacking my ass hard, the sound echoing through the room. “But that’s kinda fucked up.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Better to slow down and maybe you—”
“I’m about to bust,” Carter announced urgently, looking down at his big cock buried inside me. My legs were spread wide, his cock thrusting rapidly in my wrecked hole, as I enjoyed the view of his deliciously hairy body. “You ready for my load?”
But before I could respond, before I could attempt to put the brakes on his impending orgasm, Carter pulled out abruptly. Spraying his cum on my stomach and up my chest, he delivered a money shot worthy of a pornstar before pushing back into me, breeding me with the rest of his load. Clearly, the boy had watched a lot of porn.
Reaching up, I stroked his hairy chest one last time as his balls continued to empty in me. I didn’t want the moment to end, but from the satisfied look upon Carter’s face, I could tell he would be back again—soon.
“Thanks,” he said, pulling out of me abruptly, slapping my ass—another move ripped off from too much porn. “I better get home before my parents notice I’m gone.”
“Come back and fuck me anytime you need to drop a load,” I offered, swiping up some of his pearly cum off my chest and tasting it—that delicious ambrosia. “My hole is always yours.”
“Sounds good,” he agreed, pulling on his shorts, stuffing his wet cock back into them.
“Oh—and tell your dad that he’s welcome to bring you along next Wednesday night,” I offered as he was almost out the door.
“Wait—,” Carter paused. “My dad shoots pool with his work buddies on Wednesday nights.”
“Pool?” I laughed. “That must be what he tells your mom.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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