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Zachary Perry & Steve Ve

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“Fuuuck,” exhaled my older brother Keith, his head rolling back, his muscular, hairy chest heaving as he blasted my tonsils with a thick load of cum. In recent weeks, I had become his dedicated cocksucker, draining his balls on a nightly basis. “Damn, you know how to suck a dick,” he smiled, his balls relieved.

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I finally found the perfect job for me. I've always been good with my hands and I love helping folks. When I found the ad for the opening on Pastor Red's Board for helpers to build the homeless shelter for the neighboring town, I jumped at the chance. I was off from my Monday through Friday job if sticking shelves at Target so I could assist with the guys constructing the triple auditorium structure with connecting kitchen and chapel.

They already had a good portion of the structure built but they needed to complete the facility in time for the autumnal influx into our area of the indigent community. Plus I saw that some of the guys who had volunteered were exactly the kind of men I wouldn't mind hanging around in my days off.

Fortunately, my boyfriend Zach was also on board with the goodwill effort even though he didn't attend services with me as he didn't think the church was a good fit for him. He had stayed away from organized religion ever since his parents forced him to undergo conversion therapy in high school because their church deemed it the appropriate thing to do. I considered this a step in the right direction as at least he got to meet with some of the guys in my church and see that not all Christians were the sanctimonious assholes that he had been lead to believe they were.

When we arrived at the new facility, we were separated according to our strengths. Since I had a history as a carpenter a while back, they placed me with this muscular stud named Hank. He led the Holy Hammer Brigade and we were responsible for assisting with building a while shit load of cabinets for the three dormitory rooms so that guests would have places to store their few valuables while staying with them.

Zach was placed into the sorting storing squad who were responsible for maintaining order with the supplies for the effort. He was teamed up with a guy named Atilla and he looked like a muscular victor home from the battle. I knew Zach would love working under him as Atilla was both attractive as fuck with his broad hairy chest glistening under the lights and projected a fun caring persona that made everyone want to be with him, regardless of their sexual preference.

I guess I should tell you that my church wasn't a regular holy Bible thumping crowd. We are believers who feel that God would have had to have been a poly sexual being in order to understand all of us. Yes there was Mary Magdalene, but he also hung out with a big group of guys as well. Bromance didn't start in the 21st century!! I mean, he was in his late 20s and still living at home with his mother. Hello?

But enough about the inclusivity of our faith and probably my misunderstanding of our tenets, the overall thing is that we don't have the right to judge God's children, he does. He told us to just love them until he gets back home to set things right.

And one of the ways we show our love is by helping others out, like building shelter for folks who are down in their luck. So while I was pounding wood with Hank, Zach was Atilla's army of one in the battle to keep things in line at the ersatz store room.

An hour into things as we were starting to get sweaty and dirty while cutting boards and connecting them to create efficient sturdy shelving, I started hearing more of the chatter amongst the guys. They were talking about how they couldn't wait to taste the special treat was going to be making for lunch. Did you see the tasty new meat they gave him to work with?

Well I got kinda pumped as these guys were obviously talking about my baby Zach. Every guy likes to hear when others confirm that he made a good choice about something, like his mate. They were talking about him describing his nice frame and delectable ass. Well I was not expecting this. Not the kind of talk you'd expect from a church group.

One of the locals mentioned that he loves a tight ass because you know that it's gonna be so sweet to eat. The rest chuckled and added their two cents worth. One guy added that he bet Atilla was probably already working his magic balls on the new guy getting him ready to please a room full!

Another added that Atilla's balls alone are a room full! To which they all laughed again. Well I didn't like the way this conversation was going. I mean who doesn't like a little dirty talk while working but come on guys, this is going a bit far. Then I remembered that not even the guys from my church knew Zach because he didn't attend services, so I decided to cut them slack and not raise any fuss.

Still I was a little concerned from the tenor of the conversation. So at the earliest opportunity I slipped away to hit the can, but really I wanted to check in on Zach.

As I passed the group in the middle auditorium who were nailing up the final wall boards and sealing the room from the outside, I asked where I could find the storage center. They looked at me like I was crazy so I just asked where Atilla was. They smiled and pointed down a hallway towards what would become the kitchen. Then one guy handed me a box of finishing nails that they weren't going to need and asked me to return it for him.

So I marched towards the storeroom with my box of nails more sure if myself now that I had a reason to be there. I opened the door and walked into the big square room where several folding had been set up around some makeshift tables, obviously the room where the guys had been eating.

At first I didn't see anyone then I heard a low groaning from behind some boxes set up against a wall. There i could see the congenial face of the fellow I had admired at the beginning of the day. He was still shirtless and it looked like he might have stripped his work pants as well. Not cool.

As I came into better view I saw that indeed I was right as he was naked. And I could see he was stroking his cock. Where the fuck was Zach?

He looked over his shoulder at me and gave me a goofy grin that I'm sure put so many men at ease. The only thing was the smug bastard didn't even stop stroking his dick, even though he saw me. Then I saw something I couldn't comprehend. His cock was immense. About eight inches long but incredibly thick. It was as big around as a pizza on its side. And underneath it were two garbage bags, I thought. Then I saw that there were pubes growing on them. Holy fuck, were those his nuts?

Now I thought back to when I first saw him this morning and I was certain that I would've noticed something so extremely out of place as those balls. Still he smiled as he continued stroking his immensely oversized equipment. I remembered why I had come in here as I held out the box of nails and that's when I saw the last bit of non reality. Jutting from the end of his stretchy eight inch cock were two feet. What the hell kind of madness was this? Could he actually walk on it as well? There was so much surreal facts being thrown my way that I believed he could. As I started laughing to myself at thought of him racing down the street on this, one of the feet slipped inside his dick head. That's when the reality hit me. Those weren't HIS feet. The tattoo on the ankle of a cute teddy bear told me that I knew whose ankles they were.

I had just then put two and two together and came up with one missing boyfriend. The box dropped from my hands as I watched Atilla reach down and slide the other foot inside his monster dick and as the toes slid past the head and down the shaft, I saw the flexible shaft start to shrink back to its normal huge shape. In the matter of two minutes Atilla was standing there stroking his big fucking dick now just the diameter of a silver dollar.

His huge balls underneath him were moving around like a bag full of jello trying to get out. I saw vague human shapes pressed up against the walls of his scrotum, a hand here, a face there, even a hard dick at one point. When I finally got my mind together, I just asked how?

He smiled and said that he was blessed with the ability to take the least of our brethren and turn them into a bounteous harvest for the rest. On Saturdays Pastor Red assigns the next offering to me and I provide the guys with a full potion if the proceeds. I'm not really any good with construction, but I can provide enough nutrition for the whole team. And in return I get the added benefit of a little bit more added to my equipment.

This unknown fellow was a sure gift today. I made sure he got to sample my heavenly tool first. He was so happy as he tried to deep throat me. When he finally made me shoot my load he greedily swallowed my jizz and gripped my ass like he might fall away. As if!

When he finished drawing my snake it started growing in his mouth and it was all he could do to remove it from his lips. The growing shaft attached itself to his face as he tried to pull away from my engorging shaft and scrotum. As he struggled he just quickened the growth.

In no time his head was sliding into my stretchy piss hole and his sexy face was looking inside of me towards his final resting spot. I had time to cut away his clothes as his body struggled to free itself. But once my equipment catches someone, it doesn't release until it's churned him into a protein drink. Here feel how my balls are churning this guy now. Like a hundred mortar and pestles grinding him into a delicious salty yet sweet beverage.

I felt what could have been mistaken for the kick of an unborn child. The balls had started to reduce in size now as well.

Atilla uncrossed his arms and swiped a finger across the head of his dick and moaned in response to the taste. He told me that the first batch is definitely the best and I knew this one would be incredible. Didn't look like he smoked or drank and I can tell from the clean taste. He was right of course, Zach didn't smoke as he thought it was just gross and the last drink we had was the celebratory toast at new years.

He took another swipe and swished around in his mouth and groaned as he swallowed. He looked at me and grinned again as he declared that he could taste the sweet undertones of my favorite summer fruit, watermelon.

Son of a bitch! How did this mother fucker figure that out? We split a small melon last night as a treat. I remember watching the juices run down his mouth and neck. Now he had become the juices for somebody else.

Reality hit me as I realized just how messed up this whole affair had become. As I was becoming a bit more angry at how someone so casually talked about devouring my partner, three guys came in the room. It was Hank and two guys from the Hammer Brigade looking for me.

When they saw me in front of Atilla with his immense but shrinking nutsack, they simply asked him if everything was all right?

Atilla just sighed and said that the new fellow was just learning of our secret ritual here and actually helped me churn the latest choice of P. Red. Guess what guys, watermelon!!

The three broke into smiles and tried to swipe Atilla's cock head, but he just smacked their hands and told them they had to wait for lunch. Then with a grin he added that he hoped that they were hungry as it feels like my boys are mass producing today. Might gave enough for leftovers for during the week!

Then Hank raised his hand and reminded everyone that this was communion week and Pastor will want to make sure that everyone gets a taste. Then he finishes off the chalice like the good lord would want. Best get all you want today.

They then escorted me back to the work room where a set of shelves were waiting for me to put them together. The guys were talking all about the last time Atilla churned watermelon flavored spunk and the room had a light mood for the rest of the day.

At the end I was given a paper bag with Zach's clothes and a mason jar of freshly turned spunk for appreciation of the sacrifice I gave.

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“You haven’t seen my new tattoo,” my hairy Uncle Liam announced, opening up his robe in the middle of the kitchen late one night, exposing way more than his meaty, tattooed chest to me. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah—it’s—uh—it’s a really cool tat,” I stammered trying to avoid the elephant in the room, namely his eight-inch, thick, cock. My eyes traveled bashfully to that hunk of meat, nestled in a forest of dark, curly pubes. I was blushing, and Liam noticed. 

“Oh, come on,” he laughed, six beers on his breath. “Don’t tell me you get all squeamish at the sight of a big dick. Go on—you can touch it.”

I should probably explain how I got to this point—the precipice of handling my hunky uncle’s big cock. Flesh and blood, in more ways than one. Uncle Liam’s two-week visit at the start of my summer vacation was a ritual that I looked forward to every year. Though my dad and Liam were brothers, they were nothing alike. Dad was shy and reserved, while Liam was the life of the party—swinging wildly from the chandelier. 

Liam’s moral compass was, well, almost nonexistent. He gave me my first beer when I was 15, let me smoke weed with him at 16, and gave me a pocket pussy for my 17th birthday. I think it was one of his old ones, sticky inside with dried up lube and cum, but that only made it better. Of course, my parents knew nothing about such indiscretions. And now that I had turned 18, I wanted the one thing Liam hadn’t given me yet—his big cock. 

Liam had a reputation for being a male whore, as my dad once put it. He was known to stick his dick in anything with a heartbeat—and even a verifiable pulse wasn’t a hard requirement. Liam loved casual sex, had lots of it, and talked about it often. 

For such reasons, I idolized my Uncle Liam—and lusted after him. I wanted him in the worst way. And deep down inside, I always knew I would get him. It was inevitable. I just had to bide my time, waiting patiently for him to make his move on me. 

And then he did—in the kitchen. With my parents asleep upstairs, he opened his robe to show me his new tattoo, his thick appendage dangling from his body like a third leg, taunting me.  

“Go on—touch it,” he prompted once more. “I know you want it. Your dad told me about the incident with that dude last month.”

The incident involved my dad coming home from work and finding a Grindr hookup plowing my ass on our living room couch. Dad had decided to leave work early to shoot hoops with me in the driveway. Instead, some random dude was shooting his load up my ass. It was not the way I wanted to come out to my father. Thankfully, he promised to not tell my mom, allowing me to break the news to her about my sexuality on my own time. 

“Jesus,” I groaned. “Dad told you about the Grindr dude?”

“Yeah,” he acknowledged. “Your dad is still in shock, but I told him I always knew you liked dick.”

“Wait—what do you mean you always knew?”

“Let’s just say that you and I are cut from the same cloth,” he winked. “Personally, I don’t like labels—gay, straight, whatever. I like to fuck girls, boys, girls who used to be boys, boys who used to be girls. It’s all good to me. So what do you say? You want this big cock?”

“Yes,” I exhaled, dropping to my knees like a five-dollar whore, taking his cock into my mouth, sucking it and wetting it for my ass. “You’re gonna have to fuck me down here,” I warned. “The bedrooms upstairs are too risky with mom and dad up there.”

“Fine by me,” Liam agreed. The horny look in his eyes told me he would have fucked my ass in a trash dumpster if it was the only option. 

“The head feels great,” he commended as I licked and sucked his big one, “but you’re gonna need something stronger than saliva if you’re gonna take this big dick.”

Pulling his cock out of my mouth, his bathrobe still hanging open, his thick cock rigid and perpendicular to his body, Liam began to rummage through the kitchen cupboards. 

“Perfect,” he announced, holding up a tub of Crisco that my mom used for pie crust. Digging into it with two fingers, he began to slather it on his cock. “Now drop them drawers,” he ordered. 

Dutifully, I complied. Lowering my shorts and tossing them onto the floor, I bent over the kitchen counter, my eager cunt presented to him. Liam pushed one and then two greased fingers up my ass, preparing my hole for him. 

“Get ready for it,” he warned, his hands moving to my shoulders. And then he plunged into me with brutal force, my body slammed against the counter, his massive cock balls deep in me. My hole was on fire. 

“FUCK,” I screamed. Liam’s right hand instantly cupped my mouth, silencing me, the taste of Crisco on his fingers. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed in my ear, his scruffy beard scratching my cheek. “You want your parents to hear us down here? Now be quiet, okay?”

I nodded in agreement, thankful for the pause in activity as he held still for a moment, listening to be sure there weren’t any stirrings upstairs. I used the brief interlude as a chance to take some deep breaths and adjust to his massive girth. It’s a good thing that I did, as the ride was about to resume. 

“Fuck, you’ve gotta tight cunt,” he exhaled, delivering some deep strokes to my bowels. “It’s gonna be hard to hold back.”

His girth had stretched my hole to the limit, the fullness inside of me was incredible. But he was only getting started. His hands moving to my hips, Liam began to pound the living shit out of me. His pace jetted from zero to sixty in about three seconds. 

“Christ,” I moaned softly, my head resting on the kitchen counter, my cheek sliding across the smooth granite with each frantic thrust. Liam was pulverizing my hole—and he was loving it. 

“Fuck this is good,” he moaned softly, his sweaty pubes pounding up against my hole, his full balls smacking my ass with each forceful thrust. “I ain’t gonna last much longer.” How could he?

“Breed me,” I begged, eager for that ultimate moment—the sensation of his warm load spewing inside of me. I could feel his cock swelling in my depths, his shaft throbbing against the walls of my bowels. And then it happened.

“HOLY fuckin’ CHRIST,” Liam grunted in my ear, a cum cannon discharging inside of me. His hairy arms wrapped around me as he held me close, his cum ejecting into the deep recesses that he had just routed inside me. 

Liam held still within me, the throbbing subsiding, the flow of his cum ebbing, his balls deflating. I could have stayed that way forever, in his arms, his sweaty chest pressed into my back, his breathing soft at my ear—but then he pulled out. 

A massive shot of cum ejected from my gaping hole and splatted onto the kitchen floor. Liam swiped it up with two fingers and fed it to me, his load creamy and salty at once—his divine elixir. 

Liam tied up his robe as I pulled on my shorts. He grabbed two bottles of beer for us to enjoy over post-coital talk at the kitchen table. I had always worried that it could be awkward if I crossed that line with Liam, if I gave my ass to him. But it wasn’t weird it all. Sharing our bodies felt natural. 

“Man, I wish I could take you back home to Florida with me,” Liam lamented, tipping back his beer. “My buddies would fuckin’ love you. We could pass you around, tag your hole endlessly, make you our cum dump.”

It sounded wonderful, a dream come true. But I knew it was just that—a dream that could never be. It was late, and Liam sent me up to bed as he went outside to smoke a joint on the deck. I climbed the stairs on weak legs, his cum still leaking from my wrecked hole. 

Dad and Liam were at the kitchen table eating breakfast when I came down for breakfast the next morning. Dad hovered over a bowl of Wheaties while Liam devoured his Lucky Charms. It didn’t seem like Dad suspected anything. 

“I’ve been talking with your uncle,” Dad began as I reached into the fridge for some orange juice. “Liam says you’re welcome to spend the rest of the summer in Tampa with him, before you head off to college.”

“Really?” I beamed. I couldn’t believe my ears. Was this really happening?

“Yeah,” Liam winked. “I told your dad that my buddies are gonna love getting to know a fine young man like you.”

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

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“You’re finally awake,” Zach greeted me while looking hot-as-fuck in his CK boxer briefs, his ballcap turned backwards. He had a coffee mug in one hand as he watched the sun rising over the water, my dad’s multiple loads swimming inside that meaty ass. “I hope your dad and I didn’t keep you up too late,” he offered feebly.

“Nah, it’s cool,” I lied. The truth was that I didn’t sleep much, listening to their fuck fest until the wee hours of the morning. “Where’s Dad?” I inquired.

“Your dad already left for work,” Zach reported. “But he said that I could grab some coffee and a shower before I head out.”

“Yeah, that’s cool,” I assured him, trying to not stare so obviously at his plump, round ass, straining against the flimsy fabric of his black briefs—an ass begging to be fucked.

Zach was Dad’s fuck bud—well—one of them, that is. My parents had divorced when I was young and, for most of my life, it had been only Dad and me. I had just turned eighteen when Dad sat me down for a talk.

“You’re a man now,” Dad began, “so I think you have a right to know that—shit, there’s no delicate way to put this—I like to fuck guys. And now that you’re grown and you know this about me, there are gonna be times when I bring home a guy to fuck. I’ll be respectful of you, but I’m not gonna go sneaking around anymore.”

The next few months were a bit crazy with Dad parading a steady stream of Grindr hookups through the house. There was a new guy in Dad’s bed almost every night, the bed springs squeaking, the headboard banging, the guy screaming, “Fuck me with that big cock,” over and over again.

Eventually, things calmed down. Dad settled on a handful of regular fuck buds who would drop whatever they were doing to come ride his big cock—and often stay the night. Zach was one of them. He also happened to be close in age to me and—I couldn’t deny—was hot as fuck.

“When are you planning to tell your dad?” Zach asked, turning away from the window as I poured myself a cup of coffee.

“Tell him what?” I asked naively.

“That you’re also gay—that you like guys.”

“I’m not—I’m not gay, dude,” I protested. “I like pussy.”

“Oh yeah? When was the last time you had some pussy?”

“I don’t—I don’t remember,” I shrugged, not wanting to admit that it had been more than a year since I fucked a girl, or even thought about it.

“My point exactly,” Zach smiled. “A hot guy like you should have no problem scoring pussy—if that’s what he wants. Is that what you want?”

“I don’t—I don’t want to talk about—”

“You know we saw you last night,” Zach interrupted. “Your dad and me—when he was fucking me. We saw you watching us from the door, stroking your big cock.”

I was busted, and there was no denying it. Dad had left his bedroom door wide open—whether accidentally or purposely, I wasn’t sure. And when I went upstairs to get ready for bed, there was Zach on the bed—his knees pressed to his chest, Dad planking above him, jackhammering that meaty ass.

I had watched gay porn on my phone many times, but seeing the real thing in person was mind blowing. Watching Dad railing Zach’s ass, I couldn’t stop myself from jacking my cock and spewing my load into my hand in a matter of minutes—before Dad had even seeded Zach’s ass. I didn’t think they had seen me. I was wrong.

“You should talk to your dad,” Zach persisted. “He wants to be there for you if you think you might be gay.”

“That’s—that’s the problem,” I confessed. “I don’t know if I’m gay. I haven’t even been with a guy.”

“Well, that’s an easy fix,” Zach winked, setting down his coffee mug and pulling off his CK briefs, his meaty ass bare to the world. “You can fuck me.”

“I don’t—I don’t think—”

“Come on,” he taunted, staring at my bulging crotch. “I know you want to tap this ass.”

“I do want to fuck you,” I admitted readily, for there was no denying that I was presently rock hard. “But what about my dad? You’re his fuck bud. I don’t want to piss him off.”

“Your dad doesn’t own me,” Zach laughed. “And we’re all adults here. I know I’m not the only guy your dad fucks, and he certainly knows that I take other cocks—hell, your dad’s hooked me up with several of his buddies before. He won’t care if you fuck me. You’re just one more notch on my bedpost.”

“Okay—we can fuck,” I acquiesced as Zach dropped to his knees and pulled down my athletic shorts, my hard cock springing free and nearly striking him in the face.

“DAMN,” Zach exclaimed, licking his lips. “You’re just as big as your dad. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it? The men in your family are fucking blessed.”

“Thanks,” I replied sheepishly. But before I could say another word, Zach had taken the entire length of my cock down his throat in one gulp, my balls mashed against his chin.

“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, my head tipping back in ecstasy. “How the fuck are you able to do that?”

“Haven’t you ever been deep throated?” Zach asked, popping off me, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the tip of my cock. “Oh, wait,” he laughed. “You’ve only been sucked by bitches—who never know what they’re doing.”

“Yeah,” I acknowledged, recalling the subpar blowjobs I’d received from girls over the years—often ending with toothy scratches on my thick shaft.

Zach quickly returned to sucking me, his head bobbing up and down on my big dick, his tongue swirling over my cock head. It all felt so fucking good—too good, in fact.

“Dude, if you keep that up, I’m gonna blow soon,” I warned.

“We don’t want you cumming just yet,” Zach popped off it again, his hand gripping my balls, willing them to not release my seed just yet. “I like a warm load down my throat as much as the next guy, but I’m not leaving here today without your load up my ass.”

My hard cock jumped at the thought of breeding him, precum dripping from the tip as Zach braced himself against the kitchen counter. With his meaty ass presented to me, Zach directed me to mount him.

“Don’t we need lube or something?” I asked, searching the kitchen counter for something that might work.

“Your dad fucked another load into me this morning,” he reported, turning his head back to face me, a devilish smile on his face. “Trust me, you don’t need any lube. My hole is ready to go. Now fuck me, bro.”

Needing no further invitation than that, I gripped my swollen cock in my right fist. Upon finding the wet folds of Zach’s pink cunt, pushed inside him. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I marveled, my cock enveloped by the warm embrace of his talented sphincter, gripping me and pulling me deeper.

“That’s it—go balls deep,” he commanded. “Christ, I love a big dick up my ass. Now fuck this cunt like you own it. Fucking give it to me.”

Following orders, I pushed myself up and onto the balls of my feet and began to jackhammer Zach with a violent intensity. In my experience, none of the girls I had been with liked it hard—but Zach wasn’t a girl. He was a man—with a man’s cunt that was made for a brutal pounding. And I was giving it to him.

“That’s it—fucking wreck my hole,” he begged, widening his stance, raising his ass to take me deeper. “You like this cunt? You like fucking my warm, wet cunt?”

“Fuck YES,” I panted, sweat dripping down my chest as I pummeled his quivering cunt. My balls were slapping his ass hard with each thrust, smacking audibly, and had begun to tighten, hugging my body. I knew what that meant.

“Dude. I—I don’t think I can last much longer,” I warned urgently, the pressure building in my shaft.

“It’s cool, bro,” Zach assured me. “Guys never last long the first time they try ass. Fucking breed me.”

“Yeah? You want my cum?” I taunted, mimicking all the times I overheard my dad demanding the same thing when he fucked slutty guys in his bed. “You want me to shoot my load up your ass?”

“YES,” Zach begged, his sphincter gripping me, willing me to dump my load in him. “Fucking seed my hole.”

Instantly, Zach got his wish—my balls contracting, my cock throbbing, and my load ejecting deep into his recesses. Christ, it felt good to bust my nut in him—balls deep, no condom dulling the sensation, his tight hole massaging my cock. It was way better than any orgasm I had ever experienced when fucking pussy.

“Fuck, that was good,” I exhaled, pulling out of him on wobbly legs, my pearly load pooling in the gaping hole I had created. “Your cunt is fucking amazing, dude.”

But before Zach could say anything, an unexpected response came from behind me. “Zach’s cunt is amazing,” said the inimitable voice of my father. “I knew you would enjoy fucking him.”

“Dad?” I gasped, turning around to face him, a drop of cum still dangling from the tip of my cock. “I thought you were at work?”

“No,” Dad smiled, undoing his bathrobe, freeing his big, hard cock. “That was just a ruse to get you to fuck Zach. I thought fucking him might be good for you and, from what I just witnessed—I was right.”

I was dumbfounded, speechless. I stood motionless as my dad pushed me aside and mounted Zach, his cock sliding right into that wet, gaping hole with ease.

“Mmm, yeah,” Zach moaned. “Fuck my used cunt.”

“Christ, I love a sloppy hole,” Dad growled, my fresh load coating his big cock as he proceeded to fuck Zach right in front of me. “And—DAMN, son—you shot a huge load all up in this cunt. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I laughed, reaching for a paper towel to clean off my spent dick. “But you gotta admit that this is all a bit fucked up.”

“Son, you’ll find that sex is best when it’s a bit fucked up,” Dad winked, gripping Zach’s hips, pounding him harder as Zach moaned in delight. “Now how about we take Zach and his sloppy cunt up to my bed? We can DP his meaty ass—both fuck him at once. You’re gonna fuckin’ love it.”

Dad was right—I did fuckin’ love it.

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“That’s it, boy. Suck this big dick,” Mitch ordered atop my bed as I serviced his huge cock. I was sucking off my landlord while my husband was out of town, staring up at him with his big dick down my throat, his DILF body covered in silver fur. “Get that cock good and wet,” Mitch reached forward to slap my ass, “because it’s going in your boy pussy next.”

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“Breed me,” I begged as the hung, muscled, college football stud pounded the living shit out of me upon his bed. Dax’s meaty hands gripped my skinny neck as his massive cock battered my insides, inching himself closer to orgasm. The university was paying me to tutor Dax, but his warm load up my ass was all that I really wanted.

Dax Brecker had been the hottest guy at my high school. He was also the most popular guy in school. Star quarterback. Student body president. Mandy, his hot-as-fuck girlfriend, was the head cheerleader. And, thanks to having PE with Dax my sophomore year, I knew he had a massive cock. It was like an arm hanging between his legs.

“What the fuck are you lookin’ at, faggot?” he barked at me one day at our gym lockers as he toweled off after showering, his huge cock swinging between his muscular thighs. He had caught me ogling his giant member.

“Uh—nothing,” I stammered, petrified.

“Cut the bullshit,” Dax growled, picking me up by the front of my shirt and slamming me into my locker. “If I ever catch you looking at my cock again, faggot—I’m gonna fuckin’ kick your ass. Got it?” He then dropped me onto the floor as the rest of the guys in the locker room snickered.

I did my best to avoid the wrath of Dax after that, choosing a locker far from his. But I’d see him around school and he’d always whisper faggot under his breath as he passed by me. And if I dared to look his way, he’d threaten me with his fist. The locker incident was embarrassing, yet I knew that I was partly to blame. I had been looking at his cock, after all. But the way Dax continued to harass me in the halls was cruel and painful.

Despite all that, I continued to be attracted to Dax. My yearbook with his football picture, Dax smiling with his football jersey riding up to reveal his sexy treasure trail, was eventually glued shut from all the loads I spewed while jacking off to him. Thus, my feelings for Dax were complicated.

I thought all of that would come to an end once we graduated and I went off to college at State. So you can imagine my surprise when I learned Dax was not only recruited to play football at State, he was also tapped to be the school’s first-ever, freshman starting quarterback. Naturally, I had misgivings about being at the same college as Dax, but I assumed that our paths would likely never cross on a campus of over 30,000 students, right? Wrong.

We were halfway into our first semester when my Spanish professor called me to his office. “You have the highest grade in my class,” he informed me, “and I need your help.” He then surprised me by asking, “Are you familiar with our talented quarterback Dax Brecker?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, my body tensing at the sound of his name. “Dax and I graduated from high school together.”

“Wonderful!” my professor exclaimed. “I need you to tutor Dax.”

Fuck.

The professor then detailed how Dax was close to flunking all of his freshman classes, but Spanish was his worst class by far. Dax was close to academic probation and being cut from the team. The situation was so dire, they had removed Dax from the athletic dorm and put him up in a nearby hotel so he could buckle down and study without any distractions.

“Dax Brecker is our only hope at getting to the championships this year,” the professor lamented. “The entire university is relying on you to keep him in the game.”

Fuck.

An hour later, I found myself knocking on Dax’s hotel room door. “You are not to tell anyone where Dax is staying,” my professor had told me. “And he is allowed no visitors, with the exception of you for tutoring.”

A television was blaring straight porn loudly from inside the hotel room. I pounded on the door for several minutes before Dax finally heard me and opened the door. He was in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts, and I nearly jizzed my pants as I got an up-close look at his muscular chest. He had bulked up more since high school and was even hotter than before.

“You?” Dax asked incredulously as he got a look at me in his doorway, clearly recalling me from our high school days. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I’m your tutor, Dax,” I answered, standing tall with as much authority as I could muster.

“You’re my tutor?” he bowled over in a fit of laughter. “What are you gonna teach me? How to suck cock?” He was still laughing when I turned on my heels and walked back to the elevator. I didn’t need his shit.

“No, man—wait,” he begged. “I’m sorry. Please don’t go. If you don’t help me, I’m—I’m fucked. Please come in.”

And so I followed Dax into his hotel room, greeted by some bitch on the TV screaming, “Yeah—fuck my tight pussy.”

“Jesus, Dax. What’s with the porn? You’re supposed to be studying,” I admonished as I reached for the TV remote and turned off the screaming bitch just as some guy sprayed his money shot on her tits.

Dax gave me a sheepish look. “I know I need to study, but I’ve never been any good at school. I barely passed in high school. If it wasn’t for this damn football scholarship, I’d be pumping gas somewhere right now, man.”

“What are you working on now?” I asked, taking a seat at a small table in his room, his school work covering every inch.

Dax sat beside me and grabbed a textbook. “I’ve got a midterm in Spanish tomorrow,” he said while cracking open his book. “But I’m gonna fuckin’ fail it.”

Grabbing a highlighter, I began to highlight verb conjugations. “You see, the trick to remembering which verb form to use—” I began, but Dax wasn’t paying any attention. “Dude,” I snapped. “I’m trying to teach you this shit.”

“I’m sorry, man,” he apologized. “I’m horny as fuck, and I can’t concentrate when I’m horny.”

“I understand,” I started to sympathize. “But you’ve go to—”

“I haven’t had any pussy in over a week,” he interrupted. “I’m not allowed to have any bitches here. And I have a high sex drive. Do you have any idea how much pussy I’m used to getting in a single day? It would make your fuckin’ head spin.”

I looked down at Dax’s crotch, and he was tenting hard. “I’ll make you a deal, Dax,” I proposed. “If you can memorize the conjugations for the verb tener with me, then I’ll let you fuck my ass.”

“No fucking way, dude,” he barked, shocked by my offer. “I’m not gay—I’m no fag, like you,” he suddenly jumped up and stood at the window with his back to me.

“Dude. I know you’re not a fag,” I assured him. “But your balls are backed up. You can’t think straight. You need a hole to fuck. I’m the only option you’ve got.”

Dax was silent as he stared out the window. In the face of my indecent proposal, he could have kicked me out of his hotel room or beaten my ass to a bloody pulp. Instead, Dax was introspective, his wheels turning as he continued to stare out the window. I knew that I had him.

“If I agree to fuck your ass,” Dax conditioned, “it’s gonna be from behind. I need to think that I’m fucking pussy.” I nodded in agreement. “And it can never leave this room, or I’ll fucking destroy you.” I nodded once more.

“Christ, you’re huge,” I gasped two minutes later as Dax worked his massive cock into me. I was perched on all fours atop his hotel bed while Dax knelt behind me, his huge tool impaling my guts. “You’re hung like fuck.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he scolded. “I don’t want to hear your voice while I’m fucking you.”

I nodded solemnly in agreement, biting my lip. I wanted to scream, the pain unreal as his girthy rod tested the limits of my sphincter. Dax was going to wreck my hole, and I intended to enjoy every minute of it—even if it meant being silent.

“FUCK, you’re tight,” he grunted, his big cock buried in me, his balls pressed against my hole. “Damn,” he exclaimed. “I usually can’t go this deep in pussy. Fucking hot, bro.”

What was fucking hot, for me, was thinking about all the bitches he had fucked with that big cock. His conquests in high school were legendary. And now that big cock was up my ass. Dax had moved his hands to my hips and started to pound me harder. Fuck, it felt good.

“Christ, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” he praised, pummeling my hole. “I can’t recall the last time I had pussy this good.”

Dax was jackhammering me hard, a prize thoroughbred doing what he does best. He was destroying my cunt at a breakneck pace, his stamina untenable. I was about to tell him to slow down or he would nut too fast—but it was too late. His huge cock was beginning to swell in my depths.

“Breed me,” I begged, knowing his load was imminent as Dax pounded the living shit out of me. He moved his meaty hands to my neck, gripping me as his massive cock battered my insides with his final thrusts. I could feel his balls begin to throb against my hole as he inched closer to orgasm.

“Fuck, man,” Dax suddenly announced. “I’m gonna bust. Aww, FUCK—Here it comes, dude—FUCK—DAMN.”

Instantly, his huge cock unleashed his load inside me, a warmth consuming my bowels. “FUCK,” he grunted, throwing his head back as his balls continued to empty inside me, his seed spreading within my void.

“How come we never fucked like this before?” Dax lamented, pulling his spent cock out of me abruptly, his load gushing from my wrecked hole.

“Uh—maybe because you were always threatening to kick my ass,” I reminded him, my used body collapsing upon the bed.

“Yeah—uh—I’m really sorry about that,” Dax apologized while crashing down beside me, his spent cock leaving a wet streak of cum on the bedsheet. “I was an ass to you in high school, and you didn’t deserve it.”

“Thank you for the apology, Dax,” I replied, surprised by his sudden remorse. “I’d say we’re about even now, considering I just twisted your arm into fucking me.”

“You didn’t twist my arm,” Dax assured me, pushing himself onto one arm and looking me in the eye. “I’ve actually wanted to try fucking a dude for a long time now. And I have to admit that it felt fucking awesome.”

“It’s getting late,” I announced while looking at the alarm clock upon the hotel bed table. “We’ve got a lot more verbs to conjugate if you’re going to pass that Spanish midterm tomorrow.”

“How about we do a few verbs, and then I fuck your ass again?” suggested Dax as he pushed himself upright.

“Sounds like a deal,” I agreed, reaching for his big cock and lapping up a pearly drop of cum that still remained.

And so we spent the rest of the evening conjugating a few verbs and then fucking, conjugating again, and then fucking some more. By the time I left Dax’s hotel room after 2 am, he had mastered twenty Spanish verbs, and I had taken six of his warm loads up my wrecked hole.

“Well done!” my professor congratulated me in his office the next afternoon. “Dax got a B+ on his Spanish midterm this morning.”

“He worked hard for it,” I reported, not mentioning how hard Dax had worked my hole, which was still raw and tender.

“Listen,” the professor continued. “The head football coach and I think you should move in with Dax, at least for this semester. It’s the only way he’s going to stay on track. I know that Dax can be a bit difficult, so I hope you’re prepared to handle him full time.”

“Sounds great,” I agreed eagerly, wondering if my sore ass was prepared to handle Dax’s huge cock full time.

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

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Cory & Jared After Work Nuts!

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I guess I should’ve been thinking smarter but I was still concerned about my own desires. You see I still lived at home a year after graduating and the sad truth is I didn’t do much. I had a job as dad required it as well as paying some rent and contributing to the bills. But beyond that he let me be. All I had to do was just not get caught doing something stupid. Like smoking marijuana with a couple stoner buds out behind the garage because Mom was tired of the basement smelling like an opium den.

Well we were getting pretty high on some decent ganja when the flashlights were flashed in our eyes. Shit! Standing there was officer Mackintosh and I couldn’t help but think of how his name was like the apple and I couldn’t stop giggling. Even when he radioed into the chief, who just happened to be my dad.

Needless to say we were hauled into county lockup as dad ran a tight precinct and the officers followed every letter of the law. That and the fact he was a fucking hard ass on them like he was on me.

Three hours later I was released to him and I could see the steam rising out of his ears. I knew I was in trouble. When he got me home he sent me to my room like I was a teenager, which technically I was, just not a minor any more. I could hear him and mom arguing downstairs for a few minutes before he stomped upstairs and threw my bedroom door open.

He told me I had fucked up big time. Because of my dumb ass, he might not get his raise because they consider family activity as part of his keeping moral turpitude requirement of his job. As such I was grounded for the next month. I went to work and came home. That was it. No movies. No shopping, and no hanging out with my buds. Especially that one.

I was really bummed but I knew better than to argue with him about this. When he got this mad I could find my ass out on the street and I didn’t have a single place to go. So I just lowered my head and replied with a “yes, Sir”.

This sucked big time as my buddy, Rick, and I had planned to go to this show coming to the arena. Was an amazing WWE event and had about every headliner in it. We had bought tickets for it two months ago when the show was announced and now I couldn’t go.

I called Rick the next day and let him know what happened and that I couldn’t go to the show. I asked if he could find someone to buy my ticket and he said he wasn’t going to the event with a fucking stranger, or worse yet, one of those losers from school. I’ll be over tonight to have a talk with your dad. I’m sure I could talk him into allowing you this one time pardon. I told him that he didn’t see how mad dad was.

He asked when would be a good time and I said that Mom was out of town for a few days since they had a major argument over how he treated me and as such the place was just me and him. He got off his shift around five so I’d give him an hour to unwind and maybe have a drink to take the tensions from the day.

I got home at four and just headed to my room, figuring I’d stay out of the equation. I knew Rick was a smooth talker ever since he managed to convince Coach Dawson that he wasnt able to be active in gym class doing all those calisthenics and such because he’d be too busy taking care of his healthy cock instead. Sucking dick and doing squats over the coach’s bulging crotch were equivalent to the exercises, weren’t they?

The bastard was gifted with a golden tongue, which wrapped around more than a few cocks in our high school. Yeah, he was gay. So was I, but I could never come out with Sargent Dad watching me like a hawk. Rick also had a powerhouse full of confidence. If anyone could sweet talk dad into letting me go to the show, it would be him.

Ten after five I heard the back door slam as dad announced he was home. He’d been in a bad mood for a week before my escapade because Mom had been giving him any and her being gone just aggravated his anger more. I heard him throw an ice cube in a glass and then the familiar rattling as he uncapped his decanter of whiskey and poured himself a stiff drink.

Good. Maybe he’ll mellow out a bit by the time Rick gets here. I stayed in my room and listened to him as he turned on the tv and watched the news. At a quarter after six, the front doorbell rang. Showtime!

I got quiet again as I heard him answer the door and then the mellow tones of Rick at the door. Dad gruffly informed him that I wasn’t allowed to have visitors as I was grounded. Rick countered with a conciliatory agreement and then said that that was kind of why he was here. He wanted to talk to the man in charge.

There was a pause before dad replied that he’d listen for five minutes to his plea and unless it was good he was throwing him out on his skinny ass. A curt “deal” began the talk.

As they settled in the living room, I could hear Rick relate about the expensive tickets that we had already purchased for this wrestling event and talked about how excited he was to see these guys live on stage. Then he asked if Dad had ever seen a wrestling event? Dad just grunted something before Rick added that he looked a bit tired. I bet you really deal with a lot of stress as a police chief. Dad muttered that he fucking did before taking a drink.

Rick added that the glass was empty, was it the whiskey? Before dad replied I heard the stopper scrape as it was removed and more drink was added to his glass. He added that that he bet that dad was missing my mom to come do that for him.

Dad snorted and said that even if she were here she wouldn’t be refilling my drink. Hell she barely notices anything about me. Rick gasped and said that he couldn’t believe that. Not notice how your muscles fill out this uniform or the way the pants hug your amazing ass? Who does she think you put such an effort for?

Dad grunted as Rick continued. I bet you haven’t had a chest massage in years! Then I could just imagine him behind dad’s chair with his fingers massaging his chest. I know Rick has been wanting to do this for the longest time, ever since he saw Dad walking around without a shirt on. He’s a fucking slut about built older guys.

I was expecting to hear dad tell him to get back to his spiel but instead I heard him groan under Rick’s hands. Son of a bitch!

My buddy was scoring in his effort to sweet talk dad into letting me go.

A minute or so of silence was followed by Rick saying that he could do a better job if dad would remove that uniform shirt. It looks amazing on you but I can do so much more if my bare hands made connections.

I could hear dad taking off his shirt and a gasp from Rick as he stated that he didn’t realize just how manly he looked. Then he added that he hoped he got just half as sexy as you are. Dad ate the adoration up as he took his seat again.

I heard Rick ask him to pop the guns and a low squeal confirmed that dad did it. I could hear dad moaning even more now as my friend was undoubtedly stretching his reach further across Dad’s chest aiming for his crotch.

Rick added that Coach Dawson taught him how to apply just the right touch to release the tension across the stomach muscles. Dad replied that Don told him that you gave some of the best fucking head he’s ever had.

Rick went silent then asked dad what he thought about that?

Dad replied that he never took someone else’s word on anything. I need to make my own determination. Then I heard a rough growl of a zipper being forced open. Dad simply told Rick to get his talented mouth busy doing what I’ve heard you’re so good at.

A lot of movement followed by a sound of something solid hitting the floor. Then a low contented sigh as the slurping sounds began. Son of a bitch, my buddy was blowing my old man.

Dad spoke and said that he needed to strip out of his uniform as it was the only clean one he had and he had to work tomorrow. Then he got out of his chair and I could hear him and Rick both stripping in the living room. Dad hollered up to me and asked if I had eaten?

I hollered down that I hadn’t yet. Thought we could order pizza maybe?

Dad said that it would be much later at this point. I’m having a private discussion with your friend and if you want your plan to be released to go to the show to succeed I suggest you remain in your room.

I just said ok as I heard him reclaim his throne. Then he told Rick to get to work convincing me, bitch!

I learned from Rick later that he used every trick he knew to make my dad cum in his mouth. He licked the head while stroking him with a tight fist, he gave tight suction on just the head, licked and sucked each of Dad’s heavy balls but it was when he did his deep throat work, taking my dad’s thick cock all the way inside his mouth when dad went apeshit. Seems my old man loves to see a pair of longing eyes staring up at him while his cock is buried deep in the cocksucker’s throat.

It was then that I heard dad start cussing, low at first then gaining volume as Rick was running his tongue on the underside of his pulsating shaft while his fingers tickled his hairy scrotum. I heard the sound of gagging as dad stood up and commandeered complete control and face fucked my buddy. He hollered something, I couldn’t decipher it, but it must have meant swallow it all faggot because he was coming in my buddy’s mouth.

The ruckus continued for another minute before I heard dad sit back down in his chair. I was amazed what had just happened. I’d heard that cops were busy fucking everything that moved, but I just never considered my dad as one of them. Turns out I was selling him short. As the slurping continued from what I imagined was Rick cleaning up the stray mess along with the final dribbles of semen before I heard dad tell him to raise that twink ass up and let Daddy have a gander.

Then the sound of Rick moaning wafted up the stairs. What the hell?

Dad said with an authoritative tone that this nice ass needs to be inspected for any contraband. You got anything up there you want to tell me about, boy?

A frightened voice replied with a “no, Sir”. Dad then replied that he already knew that I never accept someone else’s opinion. I gotta check for myself. Spread those legs, NOW!

The order barked like it had been had the desired effect as Rick fell forward away from dad but not before he wrapped his strong hairy arms around Rick’s waist. I heard Dad chuckle before a steady lapping noise began. When Rick began moaning in pleasure I realized that Dad was eating out his hole. The groaning rose in pitch as Dad continued rimming my friend in our living room. After about ten minutes of this, I heard Dad tell Rick to kneel across the coffee table as it was time for him to feel what being fucked by a real man is like.

I heard a groan followed by a growl by dad telling him to relax or it’s gonna fucking hurt like a battering ram, because I’m coming in, bitch!

A rapid succession of gutteral moans followed as Dad must have been rabbit punching his way into Rick’s hole. I heard hand slaps against naked ass cheeks as Dad entered my buddy’s ass canal. Finally I heard Dad tell Rick that he was all in. You like that baby?

Rick just made a moan as I heard Dad’s sweaty chest collapse atop Rick’s back. I was furiously jerking off now imagining what was happening in my living room. Might have to rename it the fucking room….

I was brought back to reality when I heard Rick cry out for Dad not to pull out. Dad told him to be a fucking man because he was going to fuck him. I could hear the wood creaking beneath them as Dad began his assault on Rick’s tight ass. I knew it was tight because Dad kept moaning that it was the tightest sweetest ass he’d ever fucked. I must be bigger than Don. Am I, boy?

Rick moaned a definite yes. Much bigger Daddy!

That earned a growl from Dad as the slapping sound began as Dad started hammering Rick’s backside. As his hips met the full ass cheeks another slap was made. Dad asked Rick who owned this tight ass? Rick replied with a breathy “You, Daddy”

A growl followed by the silence as Dad pulled out and made Rick turn over on his back. He slid back in Rick after placing my buddy’s feet on each shoulder. I heard the kisses as Dad continued to pump my friend’s ass. Rick was having his usual success. The grunting from both of them filled the air as they made love on the coffee table. I heard Rick begin to moan in a higher voice crying out that he was going to cum. He got out I’m cu… before he went silent then a loud grunting noise in a series of pulses which told me he was shooting his load. Dad followed up with a loud “I’m coming, babe, gonna fucking breed you!!! Here…It….Comes….”.

The house went silent after the cacophony of the sex symphony blared from the living room. I quietly finished my own load and disposed of it in some tissues and rolled over on my bed. A few minutes later I heard feet on the steps and dad was at my door.

He informed me that he thought about it and he couldn’t see wasting good money on tickets that were already purchased. In my mind I did a fist pump. Then he added that maybe I could take my mom to it. I asked why when my buddy Rick and I were going?

He said it would be a nice going away present. Confused I just looked at him. Then he smiled as he explained that that bitch is hitting curb. The only reason I was keeping her around was for the sex and I just found a replacement that is a hundred times better than her. Your buddy is busy boxing up her clothes right now. If you got a problem with Rick being your new step mom then I guess you can go with her. Capische?