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Sitting in my truck, parked a few blocks away from school, my big cock exploded in the cocksucker’s talented mouth. It was a massive load, an epic orgasm. My copious cum filled his mouth, coating his tongue. And then he released me, his head rising from my lap, our lips locking. With open mouths we kissed, my cum swirling on our tongues—an ambrosial meal shared between us.
I was a porn addict. I can admit that now. And like most porn addicts, there was one particular pornographic act that really got my juices flowing—snowballing.
For the uninitiated, snowballing occurs when a man ejaculates into a sexual partner’s mouth and, instead of spitting or swallowing, the partner kisses the man, sharing his cum. The mix of cum and saliva, passed between them, is the snowball.
I had been obsessed with snowballing from the first moment that I had witnessed it while watching porn in my early pubescent days. Thanks to the power of the internet, I had watched hundreds, if not thousands, of snowball videos in the intervening years. Most were straight porn—a girl snowballing a guy, sharing his cum. But I could not deny that I equally enjoyed the sight of two guys snowballing, even if I wasn’t gay.
I was sixteen when I got my first blow job from a girl. I was a late bloomer compared to some guys, but better late than never. Yet my hopes of snowballing with the bitch were dashed when she refused to let me cum in her mouth. Even when the rare bitch would let me bust in her mouth, she refused to snowball me. It was disgusting, the bitches would say. I was labeled a pervert for even suggesting it.
But my obsession persisted, my desire to be snowballed only intensified with the passage of time. And then it finally occurred to me—if I couldn’t get some bitch to snowball me, why not a guy?
I knew of just one guy at school who sucked dick—Charlie Davis. He was the only openly gay guy at school, and it was no secret that Charlie was always on the prowl for cock. He often offered himself up to drunk straight guys at parties—and got a surprising number of takers.
The school quarterback was infamously discovered drunk at a party with his pants around his ankles, his big dick down Charlie’s throat. And it was rumored the recently divorced basketball coach was fired when he was caught banging a load into Charlie upon his office desk.
“You need a ride?” I offered Charlie, pulling up next to him in my truck as he walked home from school one afternoon.
“Nah, my house is just up the street,” he refused. “Unless you’re looking to give me something more than a ride home.”
“You want some dick?” I offered. “Maybe suck me off?”
“Fuck yes!” Charlie exclaimed, reaching to open the passenger door. “You’re not fucking with me, right? This isn’t some prank?”
“No joke,” I assured Charlie as he climbed into my truck. “I just want you to suck me and then—uh—snowball me. You know what that is?”
“Yeah, I know what snowballing is, you dirty fucker,” he smiled deviously. “I’m game to share your cum with you.”
Charlie instructed me to drive up the road to a church parking lot that was deserted at that time of day. “I’m—I’m a bit nervous,” I confessed. “This is kinda illegal.”
“There’s nothing illegal about getting your dick sucked,” Charlie disputed. “We’re both eighteen. We can do whatever the fuck we want.”
“I don’t mean that,” I clarified. “I mean that hooking up in a parking lot is illegal, isn’t it?”
“Dude—you think too much,” Charlie chastised me playfully, reaching across the seat to unzip my pants. “Now let me suck that big dick for you.”
“Wait—how’d you know I’ve got a big one?” I asked as Charlie released my nine-incher, my cock nearly giving him a black eye as it sprang from my jeans.
“Uh—we had PE together sophomore year,” he reminded me. “It was hard to miss that huge dick swinging between your legs in the showers.”
But before I could respond, Charlie bent forward and took my big cock down his throat. Instantly, my balls were mashed against his chin as he deep throated me all the way.
“Holy fuck,” I exclaimed, my hands moving to the back of his head. “No bitch has ever taken me all the way. How the fuck are you able to do that?”
“Lots of practice,” Charlie surfaced for a quick breath, his saliva running down the side of my thick shaft. “You’re hardly the first straight guy at school to offer up his big dick to me.”
That fact was readily apparent as Charlie went to town on my big one. Christ, the boy could suck a dick. If cock sucking had been a sport at school, Charlie would have been captain of the varsity team.
Over and over, he worked my big dick. With his soft, supple lips locked around my shaft, the sensation was incredible—better than pussy. Rhythmically, he took me from base to tip, rapidly taking me in and out of his talented throat.
“This is fucking incredible,” I marveled, my fat cock head battering his tonsils as his head and neck oscillated upon my rigid rod.
“You’re getting close,” Charlie observed, his right hand cupping my full balls as his left hand reached up and pinched my nips, driving me wild. “Your balls are hugging your body.”
“I’m not gonna last much longer,” I admitted through gritted teeth, trying to hold back my load as Charlie resumed sucking me. He was getting me good—too good. There was no holding back.
“I’m gonna bust,” I announced urgently as Charlie increased his pace, sucking me hard. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna—I’m gonna—OH FUCK—OH SHIT.”
Instantly, my big cock exploded in Charlie’s talented mouth. It was a massive load, an epic orgasm. My copious cum filled his mouth, coating his tongue. And then he released me, his head rising from my lap, our lips locking. With open mouths we kissed, my cum swirling on our tongues—an ambrosial meal shared between us. I finally had the elusive snowball that I had long desired, and it did not disappoint.
My time with Charlie was overwhelming—and not just because of the act of us sharing my cum. Sure, snowballing with him was great, but there was something deeper at play. With our lips locked, our tongues dancing, pubescent hormones surging through our bodies, I felt a connection to Charlie that I had never felt with anyone else in my life.
“You’re still rock hard,” Charlie observed as our lips parted, gripping my cock in his fist.
“I want to be inside you,” a voice from within me demanded. I had never wanted to fuck a guy. My only intent in hooking up with Charlie in my truck that day was to get snowballed. Yet suddenly, I needed to be inside him. “Climb on my cock,” I ordered. “Take me in your depths.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Charlie winked, hiking down the back of his pants as he proceeded to straddle me upon the seat of my truck.
“Right there?” I asked tentatively, my wet cock pressed against Charlie’s knotted sphincter.
“Yeah, right there,” he nodded. “Just raise your hips a bit while I sit on it.”
“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, my cock sliding into his warm abyss as Charlie eased himself down on my cock. “Christ, your hole is tight—way tighter than pussy,” I exclaimed.
“You’ve never fucked a guy before?” he asked, bobbing up and down on my big dick, my balls smacking his ass with each downbeat. “This is your first time?”
“Yeah,” I acknowledged, biting my lip, already trying to hold back my nut. His tight hole was just too fucking good. “I don’t think I’m gonna last long.”
“Most guys don’t last long the first time they fuck ass,” Charlie assured me, gripping my cock within his fuck canal, jacking me inside his bowels. “You dump that load in me whenever you’re ready.”
“How about now?” I replied, my balls throbbing. I was past the point of no return, the pressure building exponentially in my shaft. My big dick was a volcano that was about to erupt. “I’m gonna shoot,” I barked.
“Go for it,” Charlie nodded. “Breed my fucking ass with that big—”
“FUCK—FUCK,” I cut him off, my cock exploding in his cunt, flooding his guts. Charlie held still upon me, my load spewing into his depths, my seed seeking out his deepest recesses. I had fucked a guy—and I liked it.
“Damn, you’re a cum factory,” Charlie joked as he dismounted. My pearly load gushed from his gaping hole and ran down my thick shaft. Swiftly, he bent forward and sucked me clean. Not missing a beat, Charlie brought his lips to mine. My cum swirled between our tongues once more, another shared snowball.
“You’re a dirty boy,” I teased as our lips parted.
“You know you love it,” Charlie smiled impishly, sliding back into the passenger seat of my truck, hiking his pants back up his used ass.
“My—uh—my parents are gonna be out of town this weekend,” I shared, stuffing my spent cock back into my jeans. “I was thinking of having a party. Just some beer and pizza, and maybe—”
“You want me to come?” Charlie cut me off. “Have me service all your buds on your parents’ bed while the wild party rages downstairs? I fucking love being a cumdump like that.”
“No—that’s the thing,” I countered. “I don’t think I want to have some wild party anymore,” I reached for Charlie, pulling him back upon my lap, his cum-coated lips meeting mine once more. “I think that you are the only party that I want.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“You’re so fuckin’ deep,” I marveled, staring into Tyler’s gorgeous eyes as he entered my virgin hole in the living room. My hairy legs were propped on his shoulders, the glow of the Christmas tree flooding the room in a soft, ethereal light.
“Dude. I’m not even in all the way yet,” he replied before fully penetrating me with a violent thrust.
It was shaping up to be the worst Christmas ever. My dad had taken a year-long job in Singapore during my freshman year of college, meaning my parents would be overseas for Christmas. The airfare to fly me to Singapore was going to be ridiculously expensive, so my parents insisted that I spend Christmas with my grandma. Three weeks in a sleepy retirement community outside of Orlando was my idea of hell.
“We’re going next door to Hank and Edna’s Christmas party tonight, Jason,” my grandma announced on the morning of Christmas Eve. “You’ll need to wear something nice—no shorts and flip flops.”
“Geez, Grams. Do I have to go?” I protested. “Everyone is old in this place. There’s not gonna be anyone my age.”
“Nonsense,” my grandma refuted. “Their whole family comes to stay for the holidays every year. They’re packed to the gills over there. And Edna even mentioned that her grandson Tyler is a college boy like you. I’m sure you two will have lots in common.”
I held my tongue, not bothering to explain to Grams that just because two guys are the same age, doesn’t mean they’ll have anything in common. Nonetheless, I put on a pair of jeans and a festive red polo, and accompanied my grandma to the party that night.
Grams had been right—they were packed to the gills at Hank and Edna’s house. They had a large family with adults and kids all over the house. Yet I failed to see anyone my age, until I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“You must be Jason,” an absurdly hot guy greeted me as I turned around to face him. “I’m Tyler. My nana said you’d be here tonight.”
“N—nice to meet you,” I stuttered, extending my hand like a total dork.
Grabbing my hand and pulling me into him, his manly scent overwhelming me, Tyler pressed his lips to my ear and whispered, “This party sucks, but I’ve stashed some beer in the garage if you wanna get shitfaced with me.”
“Sounds great,” I agreed, willing to follow this hottie anywhere he wanted to take me.
“Have a seat,” Tyler gestured moments later to a pair of lawn chairs in the corner of the garage while extracting a case of Bud that he had stashed in a cooler next to his grandpa’s Subaru. Popping open a can with a spray of suds, he handed it to me and then popped open another one for himself.
“This is the only way I can get through these awful family parties,” Tyler exhaled after taking a long chug of beer. “Where’s the rest of your family?”
I explained about my parents being overseas for Christmas, and how they made me stay with my grandma for winter break.
“Being away from your parents during the holidays is rough,” Tyler commiserated, crumpling his can of beer and reaching into the case for another. “My girlfriend and I are apart this Christmas.”
“That sucks. I’m sorry,” I sympathized, though not feeling our situations were the same.
“Yeah, well, I’m learning to get by,” Tyler winked, making a fist and simulating the back and forth motion of jacking off. “But my right hand is getting a bit calloused, if you get me.”
I nodded bashfully, trying not to stare at Tyler’s massive bulge as I imagined him jacking his obviously huge cock.
“You got a boyfriend?” Tyler asked pointedly as I took a sip of beer.
“W—what?” I stuttered, nearly choking on my beer. “What makes you think I’m—”
“Gay?” he laughed. “Uh—the way you’ve been looking at me all night. And if I’m being honest, I’ve got pretty damn good Gaydar for a straight guy.”
“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I didn’t mean to be so obvious. I think you’re fucking hot. I’m always attracted to straight guys who are out of my reach.”
“Don’t be so sure,” Tyler winked, placing his beer on the floor as he leaned over to kiss me. Holy shit. I had made out with a handful of guys back at school, but none of them had kissed me like Tyler. A fevered intensity consumed us as our lips locked and our tongues danced.
“Mmm. That was nice,” Tyler smiled as our lips parted.
“I don’t—I don’t understand,” I attempted to comprehend. “I thought you said you have a girlfriend.”
“I do,” he admitted with a devilish grin. “But I also like to fuck around with guys. I see it as two sides of a coin. Just because I love my girl, doesn’t mean I can’t still have fun with a bro.”
And then he leaned in to kiss me again, his hands exploring my body, my cock growing instantly rigid as his hand massaged my crotch.
“Do you wanna have some fun?” he taunted, his finger tracing my lips.
“Yeah,” I nodded in a dreamlike state, reaching to undo his jeans.
“No, not here. It’s too risky,” Tyler asserted. “Let’s go over to your grandma’s house. We can be alone there.”
Ten minutes later, we were both naked in my grandma’s living room, the glow of her Christmas tree illuminating our eager bodies. I was on the couch, my legs spread wide as Tyler sucked my cock ravenously. His oral skills far exceeded the few guys who had gone down on me back at school.
Just as Tyler got into a rhythm that was likely to make me shoot my wad, his head bobbing up and down on my shaft, he popped off and began to lick downward toward my hole.
Never had I been eaten out before, and the feeling was unreal. Tyler pushed my knees towards my chest, raising my ass to give him better access as his tongue darted in and out of my hole. My toes curled as I caressed the back of his head.
“Don’t stop,” I begged as he surfaced, still kneeling between my legs.
“I’m not stopping,” Tyler replied with a twisted smile. “We’re just getting started.”
And then I realized what he meant. Propping my hairy legs upon his shoulders, Tyler prepared to mount me, pushing the tip of his cock against my wet, freshly-eaten hole.
“I’ve—I’ve never been fucked,” I stopped him, my hand against his meaty pecs, my sphincter clenching instinctively. “I’m a virgin.”
“I promise to be gentle,” Tyler assured me, leaning in for another kiss.
“But you’re so big,” I protested, reaching to grasp his huge cock, unable to fully wrap my hand around his considerable girth. “I’m not sure I can take it.”
“I’m sure you can,” Tyler winked, returning his attention back to my hole. Patiently, he began to work his cock inside me, my hole slowly expanding to accept the fullness of his massive cock head. A flash of pain gripped me as it breached my sphincter, and then a pleasurable release occurred as his thick shaft slid deep inside me.
“You’re so fuckin’ deep,” I marveled, staring into Tyler’s gorgeous eyes, hardly believing this hunk of a man wanted to fuck me.
“Dude. I’m not even in all the way yet,” he replied before fully penetrating me with a violent thrust.
“FUCK,” I screamed, his tremendous girth ripping me apart. “I thought you promised to be gentle.”
“Sometimes it’s best to just get that part over with,” Tyler responded, holding still inside me. “It’s like ripping off a bandaid. Now just take a deep breath and give yourself a minute to adjust before I give you a proper fucking.”
Dutifully, I followed his orders and, as Tyler promised, I quickly adjusted to having his big dick inside me. The feeling of fullness was surprisingly pleasurable. I could have stayed that way all night with Tyler’s huge cock remaining immobile in my depths. But Tyler had other plans.
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” I gasped as he began to give me some deep thrusts. “That feels fucking incredible.”
“Good,” Tyler winked, staring down at his big dick as he worked it in and out of my accommodating hole. “Because I’ve got a wild ride in store for you.”
He wasn’t kidding. Tyler proceeded to destroy my ass. Mercilessly. With my hairy legs propped upon his muscular shoulders, he pounded my virgin cunt over and over. And the amazing thing? I was fucking loving it. Staring up into the gorgeous eyes of this absurdly hot hunk with his pornstar-worthy cock inside me was the stuff of late-night masturbatory fantasies.
“Damn, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” Tyler marveled, his pace unrelenting. “You like this big dick inside you?”
“Yes,” I managed to answer breathlessly. “You feel so fucking good inside me.”
Tyler leaned more of his weight upon me, his muscular arms propped on either side of me, and began to jackhammer my hole. Christ, it was intense. My toes curled and my legs began to go numb as he pounded my hole to a pulp. Though I didn’t want it to end, I wasn’t sure I could take much more of his dominating assault. Yet relief was in store.
“You want my cum?” Tyler demanded urgently. “You want me to seed your hole?”
“Yes,” I begged. “Fucking breed me.”
With one final thrust, deep within me, I could feel Tyler’s cock erupting in my depths. Spurt after spurt of his warm load flooded my guts as he grunted in my ear, his sweaty body pressed against me. When his balls had reached empty, Tyler collapsed upon me, immobile as his breathing slowly returned to normal and his cock went slowly soft inside me.
“Fuck, I needed that,” he exhaled, suddenly pulling out of me, his pearly load gushing onto the cushions of the couch from my used hole.
“Shit, you better clean that up before your grandma sees it,” he remarked, pulling on his clothes. “I’ll see you back at the party.”
It took me nearly twenty minutes to clean up the evidence of our fuck fest, as I washed the sofa cushion with warm, soapy water and then carefully patted it dry. My grandma would never be the wiser.
“Where’ve you been?” Grams asked when I returned to the party. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”
I lied and said I had slipped out for some air, purposely avoiding her eye contact.
“Well,” Grams proceeded, “I was just talking to Tyler. He’s such a nice young man. He told me that, with all the people staying in this house for Christmas, he has to sleep on the floor in Edna’s den. I couldn’t abide by that, so I’ve invited him to stay with us. There’s plenty of room in that big guest bed for the two of you.”
Santa never came that night. But Tyler did—three more times up my ass.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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