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Coach had caught me staring one too many times. He finally asked me about it and I was honest and told him I was curious.

"About what?" He asked.

"What other people look like," I replied.

He had a smirk on his face. The whole situation made me nervous, like I was going to be in trouble.

"You've seen your friends and probably your Dad's. You probably already know," coach said. "You know if I see you staring at my crotch, others probably can too."

"Yeah, I know," I told him and blushed. "That's how I've been able to see a few."

"Oh." He said. "So you're trying to get me to show you mine, huh?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "If you want to show me."

"Others show you hard or soft?" He asked.

He looked around his living room as if his wife and kids would catch us. It was early afternoon, and no one was home with us. My Dad couldn't get me until after dinner and Coach had an early day so I left with him because he was my ride.

"Both," I replied. "Dad's always is hard when he shows me," I told him.

"You think you'll be mad if I show you?" He asked softly.

I was eighteen, I didn't care what Dad thought to be honest.

"No," I told him. "He doesn't care."

Coach put his hand on his crotch and began kneading himself. I did the same to mine as I watched him and he watched me. I was hard right away but Coach took a moment, kept looking around making sure we were still alone.

He stood up right in front of me and pulled his shorts down, revealing his heavy balls. His cock was caught on his shirt at first, thick as hell, just like I had guessed it to be from watching it. He lifted his shirt and let it fall straight forward, pointing at me.

"So?" He asked, it jumped as he flexed it.

"Thick! Nice," I told him and licked my lips. "Biggest so far," I complimented him.

"Are you good at sucking?" He asked putting his hand on my shoulder. "I could really go for a warm mouth."

"Yeah," I replied immediately and wrapped my hand around him and looked up.

I slowly stroked him and smiled up at him. He looked happy as I was, this was going to be great. I opened my mouth and tasted him, he was a little musty from the day and I could smell the soap and cologne wore. I sucked on the thick tip of his dick as he massaged my shoulder in his grip.

I loved sucking cock, especially cock that was off limits. There was something about getting to do the things I wasn't supposed to be able to do. To enjoy men that everyone else stayed away from. Like Dad, he was vocal, I could hear him grunting and sighing to himself.

"Fuck, that's it. Suck my cock," he spoke out loud.

"Mmm," I moaned so he knew I liked doing this for him.

"Yeah, you do. Got myself a little cocksucker, don't I?" He said to me.

I pulled him out of my mouth. "Yes, Sir," I said looking up at me. "And you can fuck me too," I added.

I figured I let him know I was down for however he needed to get off.

"Yeah? I haven't fuck a dudes hole since college. You want to ride me?" He asked and pushed me away and sat on the couch before I responded.

I slipped off my shorts and shirt and climbed on his lap. He aimed his cock straight up and held my hip as I sat down on him. I watched his face go from happy to pure joy as he felt my body wrapping around him, as every thick inch slid slowly inside my welcoming ass.

"Oh fuck, that's it baby. Take it," he growled at me. "You're Daddy do this too?" He asked casually, like it wasn't crazy.

"Yeah, we do," I told him the truth. "Whenever Mom's not home I suck him then he fucks me."

"Lucky dude," he told me. "Glad he can share."

I sat completely down, feeling his warm body pressed against mine. My balls resting on his stomach and his cock firmly entrenched inside me. I felt full, really really full. My cock was jumping because of the pressure he was pushing onto my prostate. I began to pull off when he pulled my right back down.

"No, let me enjoy being completely in for a second," he said with a huge grin.

"Okay," I told him. "Can I kiss you?" I asked.

He paused and then nodded yes.

I leaned in and felt his big arms wrap around me and his tongue slipped in my mouth. I let out a sigh as I melted into him, our body entwined in a forbidden sexual act.

I wondered why his wife would think if she walked in and saw him with his cock inside of me. Would she be turned on like my Dad would be or mad like my Mom? Clearly coach thought it was worth the risk to fuck me.

I slowly rocked back and forth until he began to lift me with his arms. Thrusting his cock in my slowly at first he picked up spread, not breaking our makeout session. I felt so good having him sliding in and out of me, stretching my ass around him as we fucked on his living room couch.

"You're so fucking right," he said finally pulling away and leaning back.

He held my hips, lifting and pulling me down hard onto his lap. The sounds of sex filled the room as we both moaned, grunted and our bodies slammed together.

"I'm gonna live your hole for your Daddy, so it's nice and ready tonight when he picks you up," Coach said.

"Yes, please," is all I could get out as I get my cock erupt all over this pecs and stomach.

"Oh fuck!" He yelled as he felt me squeezing around him and my warm cum coating his skin.

He pulled me down, pushing his cock as far as he possibly could go and exploded inside of me. I felt his body tense as his orgasm gave me the lube he had promised. This husband and father of three was depositing his seed and loving every second of it.

That was my favorite thing about men, they are animals and their needs taken care of, period, nothing more to it. They have basic sexual needs that any willing person should be able to provide them. That's where I came in, my need was to be used by these men, to fill the needs and support them any way I can.

"Thank you Coach, fuck that felt so good," I told him and gave him a hug, my cum smearing into both of our skin as his cock was still hard in my ass.

"Right back at you, I needed that," he told me and rubbed my back as his cock softened and slipped out.

"Anytime, I got you," I told him, opening up our future to more fucking.

"Definitely," he said and held me close.

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[jakespot7]

Coach had caught me staring one too many times. He finally asked me about it and I was honest and told him I was curious.

"About what?" He asked.

"What other people look like," I replied.

He had a smirk on his face. The whole situation made me nervous, like I was going to be in trouble.

"You've seen your friends and probably your Dad's. You probably already know," coach said. "You know if I see you staring at my crotch, others probably can too."

"Yeah, I know," I told him and blushed. "That's how I've been able to see a few."

"Oh." He said. "So you're trying to get me to show you mine, huh?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "If you want to show me."

"Others show you hard or soft?" He asked.

He looked around his living room as if his wife and kids would catch us. It was early afternoon, and no one was home with us. My Dad couldn't get me until after dinner and Coach had an early day so I left with him because he was my ride.

"Both," I replied. "Dad's always is hard when he shows me," I told him.

"You think you'll be mad if I show you?" He asked softly.

I was eighteen, I didn't care what Dad thought to be honest.

"No," I told him. "He doesn't care."

Coach put his hand on his crotch and began kneading himself. I did the same to mine as I watched him and he watched me. I was hard right away but Coach took a moment, kept looking around making sure we were still alone.

He stood up right in front of me and pulled his shorts down, revealing his heavy balls. His cock was caught on his shirt at first, thick as hell, just like I had guessed it to be from watching it. He lifted his shirt and let it fall straight forward, pointing at me.

"So?" He asked, it jumped as he flexed it.

"Thick! Nice," I told him and licked my lips. "Biggest so far," I complimented him.

"Are you good at sucking?" He asked putting his hand on my shoulder. "I could really go for a warm mouth."

"Yeah," I replied immediately and wrapped my hand around him and looked up.

I slowly stroked him and smiled up at him. He looked happy as I was, this was going to be great. I opened my mouth and tasted him, he was a little musty from the day and I could smell the soap and cologne wore. I sucked on the thick tip of his dick as he massaged my shoulder in his grip.

I loved sucking cock, especially cock that was off limits. There was something about getting to do the things I wasn't supposed to be able to do. To enjoy men that everyone else stayed away from. Like Dad, he was vocal, I could hear him grunting and sighing to himself.

"Fuck, that's it. Suck my cock," he spoke out loud.

"Mmm," I moaned so he knew I liked doing this for him.

"Yeah, you do. Got myself a little cocksucker, don't I?" He said to me.

I pulled him out of my mouth. "Yes, Sir," I said looking up at me. "And you can fuck me too," I added.

I figured I let him know I was down for however he needed to get off.

"Yeah? I haven't fuck a dudes hole since college. You want to ride me?" He asked and pushed me away and sat on the couch before I responded.

I slipped off my shorts and shirt and climbed on his lap. He aimed his cock straight up and held my hip as I sat down on him. I watched his face go from happy to pure joy as he felt my body wrapping around him, as every thick inch slid slowly inside my welcoming ass.

"Oh fuck, that's it baby. Take it," he growled at me. "You're Daddy do this too?" He asked casually, like it wasn't crazy.

"Yeah, we do," I told him the truth. "Whenever Mom's not home I suck him then he fucks me."

"Lucky dude," he told me. "Glad he can share."

I sat completely down, feeling his warm body pressed against mine. My balls resting on his stomach and his cock firmly entrenched inside me. I felt full, really really full. My cock was jumping because of the pressure he was pushing onto my prostate. I began to pull off when he pulled my right back down.

"No, let me enjoy being completely in for a second," he said with a huge grin.

"Okay," I told him. "Can I kiss you?" I asked.

He paused and then nodded yes.

I leaned in and felt his big arms wrap around me and his tongue slipped in my mouth. I let out a sigh as I melted into him, our body entwined in a forbidden sexual act.

I wondered why his wife would think if she walked in and saw him with his cock inside of me. Would she be turned on like my Dad would be or mad like my Mom? Clearly coach thought it was worth the risk to fuck me.

I slowly rocked back and forth until he began to lift me with his arms. Thrusting his cock in my slowly at first he picked up spread, not breaking our makeout session. I felt so good having him sliding in and out of me, stretching my ass around him as we fucked on his living room couch.

"You're so fucking right," he said finally pulling away and leaning back.

He held my hips, lifting and pulling me down hard onto his lap. The sounds of sex filled the room as we both moaned, grunted and our bodies slammed together.

"I'm gonna live your hole for your Daddy, so it's nice and ready tonight when he picks you up," Coach said.

"Yes, please," is all I could get out as I get my cock erupt all over this pecs and stomach.

"Oh fuck!" He yelled as he felt me squeezing around him and my warm cum coating his skin.

He pulled me down, pushing his cock as far as he possibly could go and exploded inside of me. I felt his body tense as his orgasm gave me the lube he had promised. This husband and father of three was depositing his seed and loving every second of it.

That was my favorite thing about men, they are animals and their needs taken care of, period, nothing more to it. They have basic sexual needs that any willing person should be able to provide them. That's where I came in, my need was to be used by these men, to fill the needs and support them any way I can.

"Thank you Coach, fuck that felt so good," I told him and gave him a hug, my cum smearing into both of our skin as his cock was still hard in my ass.

"Right back at you, I needed that," he told me and rubbed my back as his cock softened and slipped out.

"Anytime, I got you," I told him, opening up our future to more fucking.

"Definitely," he said and held me close.

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I froze in horror, his meaty hand over my mouth, his big dick up my ass, his warm load spewing inside my wrecked cunt. I had wanted my boyfriend to fuck me in his Ghostface mask on Halloween night, but the reality of the encounter was far more frightening than I had anticipated. 

“You look so fucking hot,” I had told my boyfriend Adam earlier that evening when he was trying on his Ghostface mask from the Scream movies. “Sexy as fuck.”

“Hot—? Sexy—?” Adam laughed. “That wasn’t exactly the vibe I was going for.”

“I know,” I acknowledged. “But something about Ghostface has always turned me on. I used to have this fantasy that Ghostface would creep into my bed late at night and fuck the living shit out of me.”

“Yeah? Maybe we can make that fantasy a reality?” Adam purred, reaching to pull down my shorts, always down to fuck me on a moment’s notice. 

“Not now,” I batted his hand away. “You need to get to your office Halloween party.”

“You sure you don’t want to come?” Adam inquired, adjusting the Ghostface mask in the mirror. “Everyone in my office loves you.”

“Thanks,” I shrugged. “But you know how I hate costume parties. I’d rather stay home, pass out Halloween candy to trick-or-treaters, and watch a few Scream films.”

“Sounds good,” Adam agreed. “I’ll be home around midnight—I mean, Ghostface will be home around midnight. And he expects to find your ass on the bed waiting for him.”

The evening passed slowly, my anticipation mounting. I distributed candy to the trick-or-treaters in our neighborhood while watching Scream and Scream 2. Whenever Ghostface appeared on the screen, his gravely, maniacal voice had my ass twitching for a good stretching. My boyfriend—I mean Ghostface—couldn’t get home fast enough.

At quarter to midnight, I was face down and ass up on the bed, my hole prepped and ready as I waited in the dark. I left the front door unlocked, the bedroom door wide open. I wanted the full experience as Ghostface entered my room and had his way with me.

I was nearly dozing when I heard the front door creak open, heavy footsteps on the stairs. I turned my head back and peaked as Ghostface entered my room, a narrow beam of moonlight illuminating my eager ass.

“What the fuck is this?” his gravely voice sounded, melting me, stirring my desires. Adam was inhabiting the part, altering his voice to enhance my fantasy. 

“Fuck me, Ghostface,” I begged, raising my ass off the bed, presenting my eager hole to him. “Get that cock inside of me.”

I buried my face in the pillow, listening as Ghostface unzipped his pants and climbed on the bed. He grabbed me by the ankles, pulling my legs apart as he positioned himself between my legs. I could feel his round cock head pressing against my wet hole and then—BAM—Ghostface was inside me.”

“FUUUUCK,” I screamed, my hole torn in two. He was immediately balls deep in me, his hairy balls pressed against my quivering sphincter. It felt like a baseball bat had been rammed up my ass.

Adam and I had been together for five years, and so I knew intimately the feeling of his cock. But somehow, as Ghostface, Adam’s dick felt larger than ever—several inches bigger in both length and girth. The difference was incredible. It seemed impossible.

“Babe, are you wearing a large strap-on?” I inquired. “You feel fucking huge inside me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Ghostface chastized me, slapping my ass forcefully as he pounded my hole relentlessly. 

His rebuke startled me, but I decided to go with it, to not ruin the role play. In truth, I was loving the sensation of this big dick inside of me, routing me deeper than ever before. I didn’t know how Adam was pulling off the feat, but I was going to roll with it. 

“Mmm yeah,” I moaned. “Fuck my ass with that big dick, Ghostface. Fuck my tight hole.”

“I said—shut the fuck up,” Ghostface reprimanded again, pushing my face into the pillow. “I don’t need to hear your fucking voice.”

That seemed a bit harsh of Adam, but I assumed he was just getting into the part. We were reenacting a horror movie, after all. And so I indulged his rough demeanor, gritting my teeth as Ghostface destroyed my cunt. Over and over, he pummeled me, owning my ass. Adam had never dominated me with such force. I was loving this new side of him. 

And his impossibly bigger dick felt amazing. He was planking above me, routing my bowels at an unparalleled depth with my face pushed into the mattress. I started to think that maybe we could switch positions—Ghostface fucking me missionary while I stared up into his ghoulish face. 

“Let me flip over,” I started to wiggle beneath his weight. “I want you to fuck me missionary so that—”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” he scolded angrily in his gravely voice, pushing me back down into the mattress with all of his weight. Ghostface then cupped his meaty hand around my mouth, silencing me. “I’m about to bust in you, bitch.”

He wasn’t kidding. His breathing began to intensify, amplified through the mask, sounding a bit like Darth Vader. His big cock was swelling inside of me, straining my sphincter, pushing against the walls of my fuck canal. And most promising, I could feel his big cock beginning to throb inside me. My wildest fantasy was about to come true—Ghostface was about to breed me.

And then it happened. Just as Ghostface started to seed my hole, his cock pulsing in my depths, the bedroom lights flicked on. My boyfriend Adam was standing in the doorway, holding his Ghostface mask in his hand, watching the scene unfold. How long had he been there? What the fuck was happening?

I froze in horror, his meaty hand over my mouth, his big dick up my ass, his warm load spewing inside my wrecked cunt. If my boyfriend was watching from the doorway—who the fuck was cumming up my ass? This harmless game of role play had taken a frightening turn. 

“FUCK—FUCK,” Ghostface grunted in me. “Yeah, take my dirty nut, you fuckin’ whore.”

I was immobile, still frozen in fear as Ghostface dumped the last of his load in me. Adam continued to watch from the doorway, rubbing his crotch, enjoying the show as another man seeded his slutty boyfriend. 

Pulling out of me, Ghostfaced stuffed his huge cock back into his pants and ambled toward the bedroom door. “You can fuck him next,” Ghostface instructed Adam as he pushed him aside. “He’s gotta sweet cunt.”

“What the fuck just happened?” I demanded of Adam as I flipped over and sat up on the bed, Ghostface disappearing into the night. “Who the fuck was that?”

“Calm down—calm down,” Adam tried to console me, sitting on the bed next to me. “I played a little Halloween trick on you. That was Greg—from my office. When he showed up at the costume party also wearing a Ghostface mask, I thought it would be fun to have him fuck you.”

“Wait—isn’t Greg married with kids?”

“Yeah,” Adam nodded. “But his wife doesn’t like back door action, so he was down to fuck you. And you know how much I love getting cucked. I just never realized Greg had such a big dick. Holy fuck, that dude is hung. Did it feel good?”

“His big cock felt amazing,” I reported. “And he shot a huge fucking load up my ass.”

“I can see that,” Adam laughed, his fingers probing my cummy hole. “Now I just need to get my cock in this sloppy cunt.”

But just as Adam began to strip down, his cock hard and ready for action, his phone buzzed in his pants. Adam’s face contorted as he looked at his phone.

“What’s wrong, Adam? Did something happen?” I asked, noting the concerned look upon his face.

“Greg just texted,” my boyfriend stated. “He says he can’t make it here to fuck you tonight—that his wife needed him to come home because their daughter is puking from too much Halloween candy. He wants a rain check.”

“Wait—I don’t understand,” I replied, my mind reeling. “If Greg couldn’t make it over here to fuck me, who the fuck had his dick up my—”

An urgent pounding on our front door interrupted me. Outside the window, we noticed intermittent flashes of red and blue lights in the night. Adam quickly pulled his pants back on, racing downstairs to answer the door. I tried to listen as Adam had an animated conversation with what sounded like two policemen. What the fuck was happening?

“Babe, the police are here,” Adam began to explain when he came back upstairs, his face ghostly white. “An inmate broke out of the state prison up the road earlier tonight and escaped on foot. He apparently jumped a teen boy who was trick-or-treating two streets over and took the kid’s Ghostface mask.”

“Oh my god,” I gasped, my hand at my mouth. 

“The police dogs tracked the convict to our house,” Adam continued. “They think he was looking for money when he trespassed inside. I told the cops what happened—that the guy fucked your ass. They want to speak with you.”

“Yes—of course,” I agreed, fumbling to get dressed. 

“Oh, and babe,” Adam swallowed hard. “The cops said—uh—they’re gonna need to probe your ass for a semen sample.”

“Fine—whatever,” I waved dismissively. “But what I really want to know is, once they’ve apprehended the prisoner, how soon can he have conjugal visits?”

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Greg and I got off to a great start together. I was a vice president of acquisitions for a middle sized firm in our area and as such I was able to support us both on just my income. This meant that Greg got to keep house for us which meant he and his buddy Carlos spent much of the day tooling about and getting into moderate amounts of trouble. Fortunately Greg had a decent head on his sexy broad shoulders and he managed not to spend too much while I brought more money home.

Carlos, on the other hand, was another story. There wasn’t a wild story that didn’t catch his attention and I found myself helping him and Greg out of situations that I felt Greg should’ve known better than to get involved in. Prime example was the fiasco involving raising Shar-peis. He was absolutely certain that these were the next dog breed to be internet cuties and decided to spend two grand apiece for a pair. Only the silly queen ended up buying two males who might’ve mated a lot, but we’re never going to produce a litter. From my business contacts I found willing purchasers who took them off his hands at four hundred each.

They both felt kind of foolish but I couldn’t stay angry at them over anything. That’s why when Carlos said he found a way to help pay me back for all the help I’d given him, I was at first dubious of the success, but when he and Greg came home from their first night’s venture, each with fifty bucks, I had to step back and give them credit.

Turns out that Carlos found a research lab for a skin care company that needed test subjects for their new products. They were bound by a NDA so they couldn’t tell me all the details of their position, but basically they harvested steroidal compounds from animals and applied it to the skin to see the results. They varied the effects of certain diets to determine the best results with the desired outcome.

Greg and Carlos were responsible for harvesting these steroids through corporate methods and then having it applied to their bodies. As the current batch was for a thick cream called Facial, and was being tested on their cheeks. I could see the dried remains on Greg’s cheek and he had a bit of a rosy glow that I didn’t remember when he left to go to work.

The bottom line was that he and Carlos had passed the initial night of experimentation on multiple test subjects, designed to get a random sampling from multiple sources, supposedly to get a better generic effect on the populace. All I knew was that these two knuckleheads were milking some lab animals and then applying this mixture to their faces to see the effects. And they got paid fifty bucks to do it. And they wanted them to return for the foreseeable future on a three days a week schedule. $150 to make a face cream and apply it… sounds like a job they could handle.

I just enjoyed my three nights to myself as they went out making some spending cash. And judging by the big smile in Greg’s handsome face he liked earning his extra money. Personally I couldn’t see that much of a difference in their cheeks, but if these corporate guys were willing to pay them to play makeup party, who was I to question.

Three months in it was almost like it was always this way. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I would have a quiet evening until nine o'clock when they finished and came home.

It happened in June when a wrench gummed up things, a Monday night I was expecting to see Greg and kiss his handsome face, which seemed to have a constant smell about it that I couldn’t define. Something in that cream, whatever it was, was very familiar. I do admire Greg for being able to keep the info a secret. I never would have thought he was able to control it, but I still didn’t know what it was!

His beard stubble held the scent though and I often sensed a salty nutty taste when I kissed his cheek but nothing concrete. When he failed to get home by ten O'Clock I began to worry. He said that the boss told him that they were beginning a new line of creams aimed at niche markets called BBC. Because he and Carlos had done so well so far, they had managed to catch the attention of the big bosses and had been promoted to this new line. It also meant that they would be pulling in a hundred bucks every shift as well. I teased him saying that it sounded like they were selling big black cocks instead and he just got indignant like he had a claim in the product. I told him to have a good shift and that I looked forward to seeing his smiling face when he got home. Now an hour overdue and I was beginning to feel a bit uneasy. When eleven came and still no news, I called his phone to check on him. The phone went straight to voice mail.

I went online to his email to find out what I could. Turns out the company he works for, Big Daddy Creams, wasn’t listed online, but I found an email from his boss, Chris. It simply stated what I already knew, that he was chosen to be in the BBC line for a new hemorrhoid cream and would be receiving the adjusted pay rate.

Hemorrhoid cream, well that explains his attitude with me. I still didn’t like that I hadn’t heard from him though. I got the address from a note he had written down and decided to go there and check on him. When I got to the dark warehouse, I saw his two year old Lexus parked in a lot, but it was stripped of parts. I went to the door but it was shut up tighter than a drum. I beat on the door to no avail before calling the cops.

Turns out that they had seen this same modus operandi worked out before. Attractive young men disappear after working for temporary research facility. The last time was six months ago on the west side of town where three college guys were taken while supposedly undercover investigating a gay bar that was suspected of underage clientele.

They took my statement and collected the car remnants with the instructions that I was to report back if I heard anything,

By the time I got home I was feeling lost. I drank a bottle of beer and before turning in,,I checked online once more. To my astonishment there was an email addresses to Greg with the body message alerting me that I was the intended recipient.

I opened it to find a short note stating that Greg would not be returning home. He had successfully completed his run on the new product line and the clients were so impressed with his abilities as well as his handsome body and face that they made an offer to purchase him as well the two others for their stable of sluts.

I was unsure of his status the first shift when we had him sucking the cocks of the clients to extract the face cream, as he was unable to stop himself from swallowing the loads, instead of having the men paint his face white, but the clients were impressed with his desire to please them. It took three cocks before we were able to finally see his face bearing a load. It was magical. In fact, everyone took another trip through his rotation. After the first week he had the highest satisfaction ratings from our regular team of sperm donors.

There was a picture here showing my baby with a recently extracted load on his smiling face while he still held the recent cock that erupted into his face.

This led to him being selected by our latest round of investors when we invited them to see our team of sluts. They were impressed by the full lips and handsome faces but this group were interested in round asses to stuff. So we had our team switch to a hemorrhoid cream and well, the clients were more than excited after sampling the sluts. They bought the whole team and had them relocated to their new African home. I hadn’t worked this particular group before, but I had heard they were well known for procuring attractive white twinks for rent to the hardcore nationalists over there. They were heading to a tattoo shop to mark their new property before they fly out.

I also sold the vehicles in the lot to our local street thugs. I got fifty bucks per car and I didn’t even have to deal with stripping them down. Should’ve seen those busy fuckers go!

Don’t bother trying to trace this email or the business, as I’m sure by now you figured out that it wasn’t a real one after all. The burner account I’m sending this from will be deactivated as well. You can try interpol but by the time they ever find your slut, he’ll be sexually used up, wasted on the cheap local drugs, and probably carrying a variety of STDs. One last thing, Slut’s final paycheck will be mailed to your address. My advice? Get on with your life and don’t let your next slut go out alone.

Daddy

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Trey’s eyes locked upon me as he sipped his mezcal mojito in the Tijuana taqueria just over the border. Jesus, he looked hot with his muscular, inked body stuffed into a skimpy tank top.

“You remember what happened the last time we were here?” Trey asked, licking his lips seductively.

“Yeah,” I replied. “You fucked my ass.”

Trey Becker had been the hottest guy in our fraternity. Sure, we had been friends in that superficial, manufactured way that binds all brothers in a fraternity, but we weren’t in the same circles. And we didn’t keep in touch after graduation, other than a few likes on each other’s Insta accounts. So I was more than surprised when I got a text from Trey late one night about five years since I’d last seen him.

“Some brothers are throwing me a big bachelor party this weekend down in Tijuana. Can you come, bro?” he had asked.

To be honest, I cringed at first. Drunken weekends in Tijuana was the stuff of my frat years. Had we not matured? I was tempted to decline, but I also needed a weekend away. I had just broken up with a guy who I had thought was the one, so perhaps a couple days in a tequila haze was just what I needed.

“Yeah, man. Count me in,” I texted back.

Trey insisted that I ride down to Tijuana with him, which again seemed odd since we had never been all that close. Just over the border into Mexico, Tijuana was about 100 miles from where we lived in California.

Trey picked me up at my place the next Friday after work. Jesus, he looked hot, even better than in college. As I tossed my weekend duffel bag into the back of his Jeep, I realized it would just be the two of us riding down together.

“The other guys are meeting us there,” Trey explained.

“Works for me,” I smiled, thankful to have some alone time with this supreme hottie before the onslaught of the bachelor party.

On the drive down, I tried to ask Trey about his fiancée Liza and their upcoming wedding. He was evasive, telling me only that Liza was a bangin’ hot fitness instructor with a wealthy father who owned three sports teams.

I wasn’t surprised that Trey had hit the jackpot in marriages. His whole life was a windfall with his killer looks, his smoking hot body, and his huge cock. In our fraternity days, Trey would linger in the open showers with that big dick flopping around between his legs. He caught me staring a few times, and it seemed to me that Trey liked the attention.

“You remember this place?” Trey asked when we arrived to Tijuana, parking in front of La Hacienda del Tiempo. The hotel was rundown and had a downstairs taqueria where our fraternity brothers had always gotten shit-faced drunk on cheap tequila.

“How could I forget this shit hole?” I laughed, wondering why we couldn’t stay someplace nicer now that our frat days were in the past.

It was nearing dinner time and we were both starved. Trey insisted on checking in and taking care of our bags while I scored us a table in the taqueria.

“How many guys are joining us?” I asked.

“Uh—the other guys are running late,” Trey informed me. “Just grab a table for two—and order me a mezcal mojito.”

Ten minutes later, Trey joined me at our table in the taqueria. He looked hot as fuck, having changed into a tank top that showed off his muscles and tatts. We both ordered the tacos de carnitas and enjoyed laughing and reminiscing about our old fraternity days as we ate and downed a few more rounds of drinks. Sipping his mojito, Trey’s eyes locked upon me.

“You remember what happened the last time we were here?” he asked, licking his lips seductively.

“Yeah,” I replied. “You fucked my ass.”

“DAMN,” Trey exclaimed. “You remembered! We were both so drunk, I thought maybe you would have forgotten.”

“No,” I corrected. “You were drunk. I was only mildly buzzed. I remember it all. There were like ten of us all at that long table over there by the bar,” I gestured. “The brothers were getting rowdier by the minute as the tequila kept flowing. You broke off and started flirting with this hot chiquita at the bar.”

“Yeah, she was fucking hot,” Trey recalled.

“Yeah—well—you must have pissed her off,” I reminded him, “as she dumped her drink in your lap and stormed off. You sat there stewing in the corner, which is when I went up to my room.”

“And that’s when I went upstairs and fucked you,” Trey interjected.

“Yeah,” I continued, “I was about to hit the sack when you started pounding on my door. You practically fell into the room when I opened the door, demanding, ‘You want this cock?’”

“That sounds about right,” Trey nodded. “I was horny as fuck.”

“No shit,” I laughed. “I sucked you for like ten seconds to get you wet, and then you bent me over the edge of the bed and fucked the shit out of me. After you seeded me, we both fell asleep. When I awoke the next morning, you had already hitched a ride back home with some other brothers. And then we both acted like it never happened.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” Trey apologized. “It scared the shit out of me—because I really liked fucking you.” And then Trey knocked me over by asking, “You wanna go upstairs and fuck again?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This hot-as-fuck guy wanted to fuck me again—and during his bachelor weekend? Downing my drink, I gave Trey my answer: “Fuck YES.”

Upstairs in the hotel room, I stripped down and positioned myself on all fours atop the bed while Trey took a piss in the bathroom.

“Nah. Not like that,” he protested upon discovering me. “I want to be on top of you,” he directed as I flipped onto my back.

Trey was soon upon me, his big cock teasing my hole as he brought his lips to mine. Holy fuck, he was a good kisser. We didn’t kiss the time he had fucked me all those years ago. This time, his probing tongue was driving me wild.

“Mmm, you taste good,” Trey said, our lips parting. And then in my ear he whispered, “I’ve waited a long time to be inside you again.”

His cock was still pressed against my hole, but began to slowly work inside me. I tensed instinctively, for his dick was fucking huge. “Relax,” he tried to sooth me. “I’ll start slow.” Inch by inch, Trey worked that big cock inside me until I had taken him fully, his balls mashed against my stretched hole.

“Fuck,” Trey moaned. “I forgot that ass is much tighter than pussy. Damn, your hole feels good.” I had actually forgotten what a hole stretcher his cock was.

Trey pushed my legs closer to my chest, allowing him to go deeper than any man had ever gone inside me. Jesus, the dude was hung. He was giving me some deep thrusts, his balls mashed against my cunt, which felt fucking incredible.

Looking down at my hard cock as he planked above me and worked over my hole, Trey instructed me to start jacking my cock as he fucked me. “I want us to shoot together,” he instructed.

I dutifully complied and began to stroke my dick, trying to match the rhythm and intensity of his cock up my ass. Fuck, it felt good. Too good.

“Dude—I’m gonna bust,” I announced urgently, removing my hand from my cock just as my load erupted and sprayed his taut abs while Trey hovered above me, his cock buried in my depths.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he exclaimed, ramping up his own pace. He was pounding the shit out of me, his breathing intensifying. “Aww, FUCK, man—Aww, SHIT,” he moaned.

Trey grunted as a flood or warmth filled me from within. His cock pulsed within me, dumping his load into my depths, until he finally collapsed upon me, smashing my viscous cum between our sweaty bodies. Trey remained upon me for what felt like an eternity, our heartbeats melding as one, until he suddenly sat back on his knees.

“Damn. Look at that cummy hole,” Trey exclaimed, raising my legs to my chest again to take in my wrecked, cum-leaking hole. But what Trey did next shocked me. Leaning forward, Trey lapped up his own cum out of my hole and then licked up my stomach, catching my own cum on his tongue. He then fed our commingled loads to me with a deep kiss.

“Mmm,” he moaned. “We taste good together.” And he was right, we tasted fucking incredible together.

But, alas, I knew this was going to be just an other anomaly, another singular encounter like the time before. Trey was just using my hole to sow some wild oats before his wedding, which was fine by me.

“Shit,” I exclaimed, looking at my watch. “We oughta shower and clean up before the other guys arrive.”

Trey looked askance, concealing a smile as if he were a kid who was busted with his hand in the cookie jar. The conniving fucker was up to something.

“Lemme guess,” I ventured with a twisted smile. “There is no bachelor party—is there? It’s just you and me this weekend?”

Trey gave a devious laugh, leaning over to kiss me. “You caught me,” he confessed as our lips parted. “It was all just a ruse to get you down here with me. I’ve been thinking about fucking you again for years, and I had to make it happen.” Trey was suddenly on top of me again, pushing his hard cock up against my hole.

“So is your fiancée real?” I demanded, my head rolling back in ecstasy as he plunged his big dick back inside me. “Are you even getting married?”

Trey laughed once more, finding his stride as he plunged my depths again. “Yeah, Liza is really my fiancée,” he admitted, pounding me harder. “But I’m thinking the wedding might be off.”

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

From the Twisted-Talez Vault 🔓

[bold-new-look]

[twisted-talez]

“What the fuck?” he jumped out of bed at four in the morning, turning on the lamp on his bed table, awakening me from a deep, post-coital slumber. He was all up in my face while covering his big dick with one hand, though it had already been up my ass three times that night. “Dude—who the fuck are you? And why the fuck are you naked and in bed with me?”

“You hit on me at the bar last night,” I began to explain calmly, alarmed by his sudden amnesia. He was drunk when we had fucked, but I didn’t realize he had been that drunk. “We then Ubered back here to your place, and fucked our brains out,” I reminded him. 

“No—that’s impossible,” he refuted. “I brought a hot bitch home from the bar and smashed her cunt. Where did she go? Her name was Baby.”

“Well, you kept calling me baby when you were inside me,” I clarified. “You were trashed on tequila shots. I guess you thought I was a bitch when you dragged me home.”

“Christ, this is bad,” he ran his fingers through his hair. “I’ve done some fucked-up shit when I was drunk before, but I’ve never stuck my dick in a dude.”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I tried to console him. “A lot of guys—”

“Oh, Christ. It’s all coming back to me now. I got you to peg my ass, didn’t I?” he groaned. “Please tell me that was a strap-on you used on me and not your—”

“It was my dick,” I stated plainly. “I fucked you with my dick.”

“Fuck. No wonder it hurt so much. Jesus, you’re hung,” he looked over at my exposed cock, the bedsheet down around my ankles. 

“Yeah, though I love to bottom,” I groped my big dick, “I’ve also got the cock of a power top.”

“Wait a minute,” he reached behind himself, fingering his wet hole. “Did you cum up my ass?”

“Uh—well—“

“Never mind,” he cut me off, holding up his fingers, slicked with my cum. “I’d rather not know.”

“Look, if it’s any consolation, we had a really fun time together,” I tried to assure him. “For a straight guy,” I employed air quotes, “you really seemed to get into gay sex—both topping and bottoming.”

“Great,” he sighed. “That’s just what every straight guy wants to hear.”

“How’s your sex life been lately?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation. 

“Abysmal,” he hung his head in shame. “I haven’t had pussy in months. And then when I finally score—it’s with some gay dude.”

“Your dry spell makes no sense to me,” I tried to sympathize with him. “I mean, you’re hot as fuck, you’ve got a big dick, and you’re talented as fuck in bed. I can’t remember the last time a guy stayed hard and dumped three loads in me in one session.”

“I—I seriously dumped three loads in you?” he asked in disbelief. “I usually don’t have that kind of stamina. I’m more of a wham, bam, thank you, ma’am kind of guy when I fuck. I wish I could remember what it was like to dump three loads in you.”

“You don’t have to remember,” I rolled over, presenting my used ass to him. “Why not go for load number four?”

“Actually,” he stopped me. “I think I’d rather let you tap my ass again. I sort of really enjoy getting pegged.”

“You mean fucked.”

“Yeah—pegged—fucked—whatever. It’s all the same.”

“No, it’s not the same. One involves a dildo, and the other a cock,” I clarified. “You’re saying you want my big cock? You want me to fuck your ass again?”

“Yeah,” he smiled deviously, climbing onto the bed, positioning himself on all fours. “I want you to fuck my ass again with that big dick.”

“No—flip over on your back,” I instructed him. “I want to fuck you missionary. I want you to be able to see me when I’m plowing your hole.”

“I dunno,” he complied begrudgingly, turning over onto his back. “Missionary is kinda gay.”

“Says the guy begging to get my big dick up his ass—again,” I laughed. “Now open those legs for me, show me that hole.”

Obediently, he pulled his knees to his chest, presenting his used hole to me. It was puffy and raw, beaten to a pulp from the intense fucking I’d given him earlier. My big dick craved to be inside him once more. 

“FUCK,” he gasped, gripping my forearms as I shoved into him, my hands pushing his knees further into his chest. “Christ, your big cock feels so good inside of me.”

“You seriously had never taken cock before tonight?” I asked, delivering a series of deep thrusts into his bowels. 

“No, I’ve only been pegged before,” he answered, stretching his legs, wrapping them around my meaty ass. “I told you—I’m not gay.”

“Well, whatever you are, you’ve got a cunt made for cock,” I informed him, increasing my pace, pummeling him harder. “A hole this good needs to be used by real cock—and not a latex dick.”

I was pounding him hard, his cunt opening for me, pulling me deeper. For an alleged straight guy, he sure as hell loved taking my big one.

“Fuck me,” he begged, his fingers digging into my flesh as I pounded him senselessly, jackhammering his cunt with zero mercy. “Fucking destroy my hole.”

I wanted to last longer, really I did. Yet sometimes a hole is just too good. I was gritting my teeth, trying to hold back my nut, but it was a losing battle. My cock began to swell inside him, my balls throbbing for release. My load was imminent, and so I gave one last, deep thrust into his guts before riding that orgasmic wave of pleasure. 

“FUCK,” I growled, my cock throbbing in his depths, releasing my seed into his cunt. “Yeah, take my fucking load,” I barked, my cum forcefully discharging into his guts, spraying the walls of his fuck canal. 

“That’s it—breed me,” he pleaded, his arms wrapping around my torso, pulling me into him. “Your cum feels so warm inside me.”

“Fuck, that was good,” I exhaled as I pulled out of him, my balls satisfied. My pearly load dripped from his wrecked hole, puddling on the sheet. “You feel good, too?” I inquired.

“Fucking amazing,” he stretched his legs, a blissful smile on his face. “Your real cock feels way better than a strap-on.”

“No shit,” I laughed, crashing on the bed next to him, my face turned towards his. “You seriously found a lot of bitches who were willing to peg your ass?”

“Not that many,” he admitted, propping his muscular arms behind his head. “Most girls thought it sounded fucked up and wouldn’t even try it. Mostly, I just fucked myself with a dildo whenever I was in the mood.”

“Dude—I don’t mean to state the obvious, but I think you might be gay,” I observed, curling myself into his body as I stroked his hairy chest. “Have you ever considered that you might like guys—that you could be gay?”

“I dunno—sex is all just so confusing,” he exhaled in exasperation. “I mean, how can I know if I’m gay?”

I rolled over on top of him again, our lips meeting. Tenderly, passionately, I began to kiss him. Our tongues danced, a soft moaning emanating from deep in his throat. I reached down and gripped his cock, rock hard in my fist. We continued to kiss, lips locked, as I jacked his big dick. 

“Yeah—I might be gay,” he laughed as our lips parted. “Jesus, that kiss was amazing. You’re a talented kisser.”

“I have many talents,” I smiled deviously, pushing his knees to his chest. Gripping his big dick like a handle, I climbed between his legs and pushed back into his cummy hole. 

“Fuuuuck, that feels good,” his head tipped back against the pillow in ecstasy. Jacking his cock in one hand, I proceeded to work his hole again, my big dick routing his depths. “I think you’re right,” he smiled, gripping my forearms, bracing himself against my deep thrusts into his bowels. “I’m definitely gay.”

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

[angryzombiewerewolf]

[twisted-talez]

“Noah? What the fuck are you doing here?” I demanded upon coming home from a bar at 2 am and discovering my ex-girlfriend’s twink son waiting for me on my bed, his eyes attempting to seduce me. Noah was holding one of my books in his skinny arms, his lean runner’s body in nothing but a pair of CK briefs, begging to be fucked. “How the fuck did you get in here?”

“I still have my key,” Noah answered, tossing the book onto the bed table. “It’s not my fault you didn’t change the locks.”

“Fair enough,” I conceded. “Does your mom know you’re here? Did she put you up to this?”

“No,” he denied. “I’m nineteen. I don’t need my mommy’s permission to do whatever the fuck I want.”

“What do you want?” I barked. 

“I want to talk,” he answered, but his eyes said otherwise, his gaze fixed upon my crotch. “You and my mom broke up with no consideration for me. My feelings are just collateral damage.”

“I’m sorry, Noah,” taking a seat on the bed next to him, my voice softening. “You’ve been like a son to me these past three years, and it breaks my heart to know I’ve hurt you.”

“Then why did you break up with her?” he demanded. “Why did you kick us out?”

“Jesus,” I exhaled, running my hand through my hair. “There were a lot of factors, but the main thing is that your mom was pressuring me to marry her and give her a baby—and I wasn’t game for that at this point in my life.”

“You just want to fuck around and have fun?” Noah hit the nail on the head. “Is that what you were doing tonight? You smell like stale beer and sweat.”

“Yeah,” I conceded. “I went to that bar up the street. The break up with your mom, it’s been hard on me, too. And I thought getting laid might help me to get past it.”

“Did you get some pussy tonight?” Noah pressed unabashedly. “I’ve seen your big one—you’re hung like fuck. Did you get your big dick in some easy snatch?”

“No,” I shook my head, embarrassed. “Not tonight, or the night before, or the night before that. I don’t know what it is, but I’m not scoring like I did in my younger days. It feels like the game has changed.”

“Maybe you’re playing the wrong game,” Noah reached for my crotch, grabbing at my dick through my pants. 

“Cut that out,” I barked, swatting his hand away. “Is that why you’re here—to get me to fuck you?”

“I thought that was obvious,” he laughed deviously. “I’m half-naked on your bed at two in the morning, and you need to get laid.”

“I can’t fuck you,” I declared. “I don’t fuck guys and—even if I did—it would be fucked up to have sex with my ex-girlfriend’s son.”

“Sex is best when it’s fucked up,” Noah giggled, pulling off his CK briefs, his skinny cock flopping against his thigh. Instantly he rolled over and presented his round ass to me. “My hole is already prepped for you—just give me that big cock.”

“I’m not giving you shit,” I refused, grabbing a pillow off the bed. “I’ll be on the couch in the living room tonight. You can sleep in here. In the morning, I’m taking you back to your mom.”

I shut off the bedroom light and slammed the door. Ambling to the couch, I tossed down the pillow and tried to settle myself down for the night. Stripping off my clothes, I pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and tried to sleep. 

But I couldn’t sleep. I was horny as fuck and, thus, sleep eluded me just like all the bitches at the bar that night. So I did what countless men do every night to bring forth the respite of slumber, I pulled down the blanket and began to rub one out. 

Flogging my big one in my right hand, my balls smacked my fist as I worked up and down my thick shaft. I pinched my nips with my left hand, which usually gets me there fast. Only, it wasn’t working.

I tried thinking of that one easy bitch I spotted in the bar earlier that night—the one with her big tits spilling out of a tube top. Dressed like that, there was no question she was looking for dick—just not mine. I watched her leave with a guy who was easily ten years younger than me. Bitch. 

With my right hand still spanking the monkey, I thought of how much I would have given to have an easy pussy in my bed at that moment. And then it smacked me in the face—the realization that I did have an easy pussy in my bed at that moment. I had Noah.

But could I fuck Noah? He was right about sex being best when it was fucked up. My most memorable sexual encounters were when it was wrong—fucking my brother’s college girlfriend, or plowing pussy on top of a tombstone in a cemetery in the middle of the night, or bagging my boss’s wife in the supply room during the office Christmas party. I loved the thrill of naughty sex, and the naughtier the better. 

I was thinking with the wrong brain—the one in my head. And if I wanted to get laid, I needed to cede control to that other brain—the one in my dick. And once that was accomplished, I knew that, yes, I could indeed fuck Noah. 

Tossing off the blanket, I rose from the couch and sauntered back to the bedroom. Noah had dozed off, resigned to my rejection. He was snoring softly, still naked upon the bed. I slowly climbed between his legs, my cock rock hard and eager to be inside of him. 

“Mike?” he said my name groggily, waking up as I slid one finger into his prepped hole. It was warm and wet, just begging to be fucked. “Did you change your mind. Did you decide to—?”

But before he could finish his thought, I gripped my eight-incher in one fist. Withdrawing my finger from his eager hole, I shoved my big dick up his ass. 

“FUCK,” Noah screamed, his hole defiled, his legs tensing under me. “You’re so fucking big.”

“Happy now?” I smacked his ass, my big dick buried in him, my hairy balls pressed again his sphincter. “This what you came for tonight? My big dick in your tight cunt?”

“Yes,” he moaned, his hips rising and falling under me, my cock gliding in and out of him. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Hearing that only emboldened me. I was not ignorant to the fact that Noah had been attracted to me for years—the way he’d stare at me at the dinner table each night, the way he’d always find some excuse to need something in the bathroom when I was showering, his eyes locked on my hairy body and big cock through the steamy glass. Though I wasn’t gay, being the object of Noah’s desire was an ego trip nonetheless. 

“How do you like my ass?” he looked back at me, his hips meeting my rhythm. “Is it better than my mom’s pussy? 

“Jesus, don’t ask me that,” I refused to humor him, looking down at my thick rod working his tight hole. “You already know the answer to that.”

There was no comparison between his mom’s stretched out birth canal and her son’s tight ass. My only regret was that I hadn’t tried fucking guys sooner—not just Noah, but also the countless horny dudes who had hit on me at the gym over the years. 

Noah had moves that I’d never experienced when fucking pussy. His fuck canal gripped me like a hand, practically jacking me off inside of him as his sphincter locked around the base of my cock. 

“You like that?” he asked, his hips moving rhythmically, his ass grinding against my hairy belly. “That feel good?”

“Fucking incredible,” I panted, wrapping my muscular arms around his skinny torso, my hairy body pressed against his smooth skin. I moved my hips to his rhythm, my cock pushing deeper into him as Noah ground his hole against me over and over again, my balls smacking against his sphincter.

I was gritting my teeth, trying to hold back. I tried to distract myself, picturing the Christmas when I gave Noah a new skateboard, or the time I took him for ice cream when he got his wisdom teeth out—wholesome moments. But nothing worked. It only made me hornier to know my dick was inside my ex-girlfriend’s son. 

“Mmmm,” he moaned, our sweaty bodies smacking together. “I want you to breed me—shoot that warm load up my ass.”

“You’re about to get your wish,” I warned, my balls throbbing, cum rising in my shaft. “OH SHIT—Here it comes—FUCKIN-A—DAMN—SHIT.”

I collapsed upon Noah, my weight pushing him into the mattress, as my dick spewed my white gold into him. It felt like my balls released a gallon of cum into his void, my cock pulsing over and over again. I had never had an orgasm that intense with his mom—or any other woman for that matter.

“Jesus, you’re a fuck machine,” Noah exhaled as I pulled out of him, my pearly load dripping from his wrecked hole. I flopped next to him on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Pulling him into me, I held Noah tight as our breathing slowly returned to normal. I softly stroked his shoulder, giving him what he desired beyond sex—a surrogate father.

“How are things at your grandma’s house?” I finally asked, Noah’s body pressed against me, his head resting against my hairy chest. “You and your mom getting settled in okay?”

“Not really,” Noah sighed. “Mom is in her old bedroom, but I have to sleep on grandma’s lumpy couch in the den. It smells like mothballs.”

“Maybe we can do something about that,” I offered. “What do you think about moving back here with me? Just you—not your mom.”

“Really?” Noah beamed, his head lifting off my chest, his eyes searching for mine in the dark. “You’d give me back my old bedroom?”

“Not exactly,” I admitted. “I already got rid of the bed in there. I’m turning the room into a home office, maybe put a treadmill in there, too. I was more so thinking you would share my bed—like a roommate.”

“A roommate with benefits?” Noah asked, reaching for my cock, stroking it hard again. 

“Definitely with benefits,” I exhaled, propping my muscular arms behind my head as Noah climbed onto my big cock and rode another load out of me. 

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

[teamthirst]

(via toothirstyformain, toothirstyformain)

[obscure2013]

(via teamthirst)

[uncutdicksandbacon]

(via obscure2013)

[themalepresentingnipple]

(via uncutdicksandbacon)

[azalphabottom]

(via themalepresentingnipple)

[lmnopussyhoe]

(via azalphabottom)

[johneman1986]

(via lmnopussyhoe)

[top4bttmnow]

(via johneman1986)

[tsdirty]

(via top4bttmnow)

[bold-new-look]

[twisted-talez]

“You taking a selfie?” I asked Martin as I entered the room. He was crouched at the end of the bed with his phone in hand, his chiseled ass and pink cunt exposed to the mirror, waiting to be fucked. 

“Yeah,” he laughed sheepishly at getting caught. “I was going to text it to you before you arrived, but you got here early.”

“I was eager to get here,” I admitted, stripping off my clothes, my cock already rock hard in anticipation. “I couldn’t get anything done at work today, thinking of your sweet cunt.”

We had been fucking for only six months, but had grown up together. Martin had a longtime boyfriend and I had a fiancée, yet sparks flew the first time we fucked. We were both drunk off our asses, which is how these illicit affairs usually begin. 

At first I thought it was just the novelty of sex with him that made it so great—that element of taboo when two people cheat on their significant others. But there was something greater at play, as if my big cock and his tight hole were made to be united as one. Being inside Martin just felt natural to me. 

“I want you to fuck me in front of the mirror—like last time,” Martin instructed as he placed his phone on the bed table. “It was so hot watching your face when you seeded me.”

We both climbed on the bed, facing the mirror, with Martin on all fours. Grabbing him by the hips, I entered him firmly from behind.

“Shit,” he winced slightly, his sphincter resisting my prominent girth. “I always forget how much bigger you are than my boyfriend.”

“He fucked you today, didn’t he?” I asked, noting the viscous sheen of a recent deposit coating my shaft as I pulled out and examined my cock. 

“Yeah,” Martin answered. “I know how much you love a sloppy hole.”

“You naughty slut,” I smacked his ass. “I just wish my fiancée loved getting railed as often as you do.”

“As if her cunt can compare to mine,” Martin winked back at me. 

“Damn straight,” I smacked his ass again. 

“Jesus, that’s hot,” Martin marveled, looking in the mirror as I pummeled him from behind. “I love the gratification on your face when you’re deep inside me.”

“Better than Christmas morning,” I winked at him in the mirror. “Yeah, grip my dick. Milk out my load.”

Martin would always do this thing with his ass, gripping me from within, which made his hole far superior to pussy. It always drove me wild as he literally jacked me off inside his depths. 

“Mmm,” he moaned, rocking on my big one, taking my cock in and out of his tight hole, his sphincter gripping me tightly with each thrust. “I love how good your big cock feels in my cunt.”

I looked in the mirror, witnessing the euphoria on his face as he ground his ass against my balls, taking me all the way. As my cock head breached his inner sphincter, I watched as his eyes rolled back into his head in ecstasy. 

“Fuck—you’re gonna make me cum,” Martin announced urgently, neither of us even touching his member, his cock swelling and pulsing in the mirror. “OH FUCK—SHIT,” he gasped. 

I watched in the mirror as his cock erupted, spraying his pearly seed all over the bedspread, my cock still buried inside him. His sphincter gripped my cock in synch with each spurt of his load. The sensation was incredible, instantly bringing me to climax. 

“Fuck—I’m gonna cum with you,” I bellowed, the load rising in my shaft, my cock beginning to pulse inside him. “OH FUCK—FUCK.”

I watched my body convulse in the mirror as my load discharged deep inside him. Rope after rope of my ball batter released and coated his bowels. I remained inside him until the throbbing stopped, my balls finally empty. 

“Fuck, I needed that,” I exhaled, pulling out of him, my pearly load spilling from his gaping hole onto the bedspread, adding to his spray of cum that was already there. 

“Christ, we made a mess,” Martin remarked, climbing off the bed and gathering up the bedspread. “I better get this in the wash before Mom and Dad get home.”

“I told you we shouldn’t fuck on their bed,” I chastised my brother. “You never listen to me.”

“I know,” Martin shrugged. “But I just really love when you fuck me in front of that mirror. Do you think they fuck in front of it, too?”

“Jesus, that’s gross,” I slapped Martin upside the head, like when we were kids. “Mom and Dad fucking each other just seems so wrong.”

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

[nasty-jack22-deactivated2025100]

[realfitmen]

[btmgymanlv]

My breakfast

[btmgymanlv]

I’ll take you both at once

[thebestofmensite]

[iszyjfry]

Max.

[musclehole33]

I wanna visit that club

[hellodangerboy]

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Glory Days Part 2

I spent the rest of the week along with most of the next returning to the park for my desire to suck stranger dick. Turns out the guys during the day were a whole different group who just needed a boost to get them through the day. Younger guys with just the start of dad bods but had aching dicks that fucked my mouth like they were buying it. Even had the thrill of a Latino group that cussed me out to suck their dicks in hot grunting Spanish as I swallowed their leche.

By Thursday of the second week I arrived at the park to find three cop cars parked in the lot. They were doing a sting and I just stood there thankful I was running late getting there. I saw Dad escorting out a middle aged man in cuffs. He saw me but didn't say anything, just gave me a questioning look.

The next day though, I began working the glory room at Chuck's Pub. Chuck was a greasy looking guy who owned this bar and was willing to rent a room to Sam and me to ply our trade. Of course this was only after he got to sample my skills in his office. He had me suck him off as he and Sam made the final agreements. The fucker had a nice cock to suck and as things between him and Sam got intense, I deep throated him and he agreed to a lesser cut and a better mattress for me. In turn I swallowed his load completely.

Thursday night was slow as there was only word of mouth for advertising. I sucked a handful of guys off and they all chose to fuck my face through the hole. When Sam decided I was done for the night he fucked my mouth to put the right spin on the night.

The next night was much busier. Once the guys found out about the amenity in the backroom, I was sucking dicking dick all night. I even had a few choose to fuck my face up close. They seemed to like being able to see the young face they were drilling and frankly I enjoyed having their hands holding my head as they stuffed their cocks hard and deep into me.

Sam seemed very happy as he was busy collecting the cash from the horny dudes. By the time we had completed our first weekend, we had earned enough to put a nice down payment on a used car for me. Sam said I'd need it as I would be on my own more and more. He said that I'd need to keep track of the number of guys on those nights as Chuck would be collecting payment. Seems Sam didn't trust him to be honest. Go figure.

After a few weeks, I started being busy through the week as well as on weekends. I was developing a reputation as an amazing cocksucker and more and more guys wanted to fuck my face without using the hole. I saw a lot of different guys, from rough trade guys wanting to fuck a mouth like it was their God given right to middle aged office workers who were wanting to feel a warm pair of lips around their tool once again. I didn't care. I was a cum slut who was eager to be their bitch.

It all came to a crashing halt one Friday night about a month in. I was busy sucking on some guy who felt like he wasn't old enough to actually be in Chuck's, but his cock was ready to flood my mouth. I was giving him a moment of fun as I licked his hard dick as it poked through the hole while engulfing it while rotating his pleasure with being instantly engulfed completely down my throat. He was moaning loudly but not able to be heard above the bar music blasting down the hallway. I mentally pictured Sam sitting in the corner half heatedly attentive to the moans while texting on his phone to his cadre of thugs and sluts.

Suddenly I felt my customer tense up as the door to the room burst open and a loud deep voice yelling that they were the police and this was a raid. The guy in my mouth overwhelmed to the sensations and ended up coming in my mouth.

I saw the overhead light come on through the hole as the nervous guy pulled back and slipped his dick into his pants, but not before an officer grabbed his free arm.

"What have we here?" a deep voice questioned as he pulled the still erect fellow away from the wall. I felt my throat drop through my body. It was a voice I knew well. It was soon followed up with him turning to the corner where Sam was seated and I could feel the room tense up.

"What the hell are you doing here?". Dad was not happy with finding Sam in this room. He then told the guy that this looked to be his lucky night and told him to get his scrawny underage ass out of this den of inequity before he decided to change his mind and give your old man a phone call to meet me at the precinct to pick you up.

There was a quick scurrying sound as the door opened and closed. Dad was standing close by as I could see his shadow. I heard him telling Sam that he wasn't shocked to find out that brains behind the latest sex trafficking ring was him. You've been a schemer all your life. Your mom will be disappointed to know you have advanced to pimping at such a young age though.

We've been hearing rumors that someone had a successful glory hole operation running in town. Took me last two weeks to suss out where it was. Heard some redneck boys talking about the best fucking head they'd ever had and it only cost them twenty bucks. The other guy laughed with him and said that it wasn't bad even if it was a dude.

I figured I'd better put the stop to this before anyone gets hurt. So which of your fag friends did you talk into doing this? George? Benny? Those two have been putting the moves on me every time they come over to work on your junker.

No wait, I want to guess. I've had both of them blow me already, you can talk that over with them. I think I can tell which one it is just by the way they suck.

At that point dad walked over to the hole and stuck his finger through. Then he addressed me and told me I better give him the best blowjob I've ever given, or I was going to jail and await my parents to come pick me up.

Then he whipped out a hard eight inch uncut dick and stuck the head through the hole. It was a tight fit but I was lost to the moment as this was one of the dicks I had been lusting after all my life. And it was as incredible as I imagined it. I licked the covered head before wrapping my lips around it and began drawing a suction on it.

It even tasted like a bad boy dick. I let the cock slide in and out of my suctioning mouth as my tongue was pressed against the underside of the shaft. The veiny beast felt right at home as I sensed the knob reaching the entrance to my throat. As I swallowed hard I pushed my face against the inside of the box and felt Dad's shaft sliding into my gullet.

I heard dad groan his pleasure out loud before telling Sam that this wasn't either of those two fags. They couldn't deep throat a mosquito. Then he pulled back out of my mouth and went to the makeshift door of my box and yanked it wide open. His eyes went wide when he saw my spit covered face above the drool soaked T-shirt.

He stood there in silence before asking me what the hell I was doing? I looked up at him like a deer in the headlights as he stood before me with his hard cock bobbing before him. His face went from shock to disappointment before settling on determination.

"You really just sucked my dick like that?". I just nodded without looking away from his hard cock still throbbing before me. "Well then seeing as how you're freely doing this, I see no reason not to treat you like the hookers I deal with on Fremont Blvd."

Then he stepped in and grabbed a handful of short hair as he drew my mouth back to his soldier. I looked up at him as I took a long lick along his shaft and gathered the precum leaking out the end. As I scooped it up and let it first pool on my tongue before I closed my lips and swallowed. His balls jumped as he heard my throat accept the tasty treat.

Then I once again wrapped my lips around the end again as I began his slow steady trip into my throat. I didn't stop until his hairy sack was pressed up tight against my lips. Then just for good measure, as I stared up at my father in his cop uniform, I stick my tongue out under the shaft and licked his balls. He just groaned like he'd found a new favorite ice cream flavor.

"I figured you might be gay, son, but this never crossed my mind. Until now. Oh jeez! You're one of the best mouths on the street. God knows where you got that good because your mama was never sucked like this, even on a birthday night!"

As he took over control of the face fucking I felt the power in his arms and hips as he gave me a face fuck I'll be comparing all others from this day forward. About ten minutes into the attack on my throat, the door opened and another voice asked if he needed any assistance. Dad blurted back that he had things under control and that they should just go check IDs and give tickets to any minors.

As the door was being shut, I heard the guys chuckling about Sarge getting his balls emptied. Go figure! He could find a slut to take care of him anywhere!

Dad ignored them as he continued to pound my jaw with his slick fuck stick and told me to get ready cause he was about to unleash a week's worth of cum down my gullet. He grabbed my head, now around my ears as he pushed my head against the door frame and steadied his shaking legs before releasing a loud growl. He shot his first blast and it was like a water cannon at a fun park. I didn't have time to think, just swallow. And I did. He fired four major blasts of scum into my mouth before the loads became smaller and more manageable. I was able to slide my mouth back and savor the flavor of my dad. He eventually released my head as his cock finished shooting the last few shots across my face.

I looked up at him and he looked soroud at what he had just done. Then he told me not to move as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He looked at me and said that he didn't have too many pics of me and he was going to get one he would remember. Then he took my picture with his jizz dripping from my face. Then he laughed as he said it was a pic of one of his sperm eating a whole bunch of its brothers.

Then he put his camera away and asked me if I had been selling my ass as well? I shook my head and said that no one's been up there. He grinned as he said that he thinks I mean no one's been up there YET. But first we have to finish here.

Then he turned to Sam and asked him if the business was doing well?

Sam replied that he'd pulled in a couple thou so far and we just opened a short while ago.

Dad grinned and said that he wouldn't close us down, but it was gonna cost us a share of the revenue. I think a twenty-five percent cut for police protection should cover things nicely. Especially once I get that ass opened up for business. Hell I might even bring those knucklehead buddies of yours, but I think we both know who will be the main attractor here.

Now get your asses home and wait for me. I'll be off at midnight. I want to find you with my cum dried on your worried face a tube of lube waiting to open you up. You can find it at Linda's Books and Things, but since only faggot boy here can legally go inside I suggest you send him. They'll know what's on his face. Hell, most of the lovelies there could tell you who's cum it is by licking your chin. Hehehe. I suggest you don't let your mom see your face, unless you want to listen to her preach about the sins of premarital sex. I'm going to have me a talk with Chuck about upgrading a few things back here.

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