“You want to join me for a cold one?” Roman held up a bottle of beer, standing before me on the back porch that adjoined our duplex apartments. He was shirtless, his muscular, hairy body poured into a tight pair of navy shorts. “I know you’re only eighteen,” he smiled seductively. “But it can be our little secret if you want to share a beer with me.”
Roman had lived in the apartment next to Mama and me for as long as I could remember. My daddy had abandoned Mama when he found out she was pregnant with me, leaving her to raise me on her own. Being a young, single mother would have been lonely for Mama had Roman not been around.
I was just a kid when I realized that Mama was giving up her pussy to Roman. He would often come over with a cheap bottle of red wine in the afternoons, Mama pushing me out the door to play outside. Thirty minutes later, through the open windows, I would hear her moaning as Roman grunted his load into her.
When I was a bit older, Mama would go over to Roman’s place after dinner. After I listened to his headboard banging against the thin wall between our apartments for a good hour, Mama would stumble through our door walking awkwardly, her hair all messed up.
I came home from school one day and caught Mama on her knees in the kitchen, sucking Roman’s dick as he leaned against the kitchen counter, drinking a beer. I froze in my tracks at the sight of his massive cock, which looked to be thicker than my arm. Roman caught me watching, locking eyes with me as Mama edged him to orgasm, one hand working his thick shaft as she sucked on that bulbous, purple head.
“You shouldn’t spy like that,” Roman scolded me playfully as he came out on the back porch moments later, doing up his shorts. Mama was in the kitchen rinsing out her mouth at the sink. “What adults do together like that ain’t none of your business.”
“It’s not my fault,” I began to protest. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Now calm down, little man,” he cut me off. “Your mama didn’t see you, and I ain’t gonna tell her that you were spying on us.” And then Roman leaned down close to me, beer on his breath as he whispered in my ear, “Maybe I’ll let you do that for me when you’re older.”
Looking back, it is striking that Roman saw it in me before I even knew it myself—that I was gay, that I would grow up to desire love and sex with men. But all I knew in that moment was that I was obsessed with Roman’s huge cock.
Mama was clearly obsessed with it, too, giving up her cunt to Roman several times a week. Even at that age, I could see their relationship for what it was—a booty call, though my vocabulary still lacked that term. They never went out for a date. Mama never cooked a meal for Roman. They just fucked.
And then it stopped. Not all at once. Little by little. A quiet quitting. I was in high school by that time, and Mama had crested her thirtieth birthday. Roman was looking for greener pastures to plow, often dragging home young bitches that he picked up at the dive bar up the street.
Night after night, Mama and I could hear through the wall as Roman railed some young bitch with a daddy complex. I’m sure it stung for Mama at first but, like most of the disappointments in her life, she learned to rise above it. A 12-inch dildo I once found stashed under her bed likely helped her to get over Roman.
But I wasn’t over Roman. I still craved him and that huge cock. I would lie awake at night, jacking myself to the sounds of Roman’s headboard banging the wall, his orgasmic grunts as he bred some new bitch. And when I turned eighteen, I knew my day had come. I was ready for Roman to deliver on his promise to allow me to pleasure him.
Roman was ready, too. Not a week after my eighteenth birthday, when he knew Mama was still working at the chicken plant, he appeared on the back porch that adjoined our duplex apartments. He was shirtless, his muscular, hairy body poured into a tight pair of navy shorts.
“You want to join me for a cold one?” he held up a bottle of beer. “I know you’re only eighteen,” he smiled seductively. “But it can be our little secret if you want to share a beer with me.”
“I don’t much like beer,” I answered. “But I’d like to suck your big dick.”
“DAMN,” he laughed loudly. “For being such a shy little boy all these years, you’ve certainly grown into a man who’s not afraid to ask for what he wants. I respect that.”
“So you gonna let me suck you?” I persisted, unwilling to let the opportunity slip away.
“Shit, boy,” he smiled wantonly, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me into his apartment. “You and me are gonna do a lot more than just some dick sucking.”
I was soon standing in Roman’s bedroom, staring at his infamous bed, a deep dent in the plaster behind the headboard. How many times had he fucked my mama upon that bed? How many bitches since? And now my virgin ass would be next.
“You remembered that, didn’t you?” Roman asked while undoing his shorts. “That time you spied on your mama sucking me in the kitchen? You remembered that I promised to let you suck me one day?”
“Yes, sir,” I dropped to my knees, his monstrous 12-incher just inches from my face. “I’ve wanted to taste your big cock ever since, sir.”
“Don’t be calling me sir, boy,” he stopped me just as I was reaching for his cock. “I ain’t your daddy—though you can call me Daddy when my dick is in you. That shit turns me on.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I agreed, the word having never left my lips before. “Please let me suck your big cock, Daddy.”
“Such a polite boy you are,” he winked mockingly. “Your mama raised you right.” And then grasping me by the hair, Roman tilted back my head and shoved his massive cock down my throat. “That’s it, boy. Suck this big dick. Suck this—big—fucking—dick.”
Instantly, he was face fucking me, his big cock battering my throat. His meaty hands went to the back of my head, holding me down on him. I was gagging on that big thing, straining not to puke on it, bile rising from my stomach. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Roman pulled out of my throat abruptly.
“That’ll do for now, boy” he smacked the side of my face, my saliva stringing from my lips to his cock. “How about we get this big dick up your ass now?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I begged, pulling down my shorts. “I want you to fuck me with that big dick.”
With his strong hands, Roman spun me around, forcing me down on his bed, my ass presented to him. Separating my butt cheeks, he spit on my hole, working his saliva into my orifice with one and then two fingers.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he marveled, finger fucking me briefly. He spread his fingers scissor-like within me, widening my fuck canal for him. “I’m gonna love being inside this boy cunt.”
And then I felt his weight upon me, his arms wrapping around my body, his hairy chest at my back. The rounded tip of his cock found my hole, my virgin sphincter resisting before—BAM—Roman was inside me. I was a virgin no more.
“FUCK,” I screamed, my hole stretched to the max, my unchartered fuck canal straining to accommodate his incredible girth. “It hurts,” I cried out. “It hurts so fucking bad.”
“You’ll be fine,” Roman hissed in my ear. “You’re not the first boy like you to take a big dick. You’ll get used to it. Just lemme do my thing, okay?”
Apparently, his thing was to fuck the shit out of me. Pushing himself upwards into a plank, Roman dug his hands into the mattress on either side of me. He began to thrust deep within my bowels, his cock head exploring my virgin territory.
The pain was unreal. I thought I might lose consciousness, and I prayed for that sweet relief. But then something miraculous happened. My sphincter started to give into his assault, my body accepting this man inside of me. The sharp pain was soon replaced with waves of pleasure, his cock stimulating me in ways that I had never expected.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I moaned, my voice suddenly deeper and foreign to me. “Fuck me with that big dick.”
“Seems like you’re starting to like this cock up your ass,” Roman observed, pounding me harder. “Boys like you always love a big cock. You just had to get used to it.”
I was more than just getting used to that big cock. I was loving it. I started to rock my pelvis to his rhythm, anticipating each thrust. I tilted my ass, elated to find Roman could go even deeper than before.
“Yeah—that’s it. Open that cunt for me,” he encouraged me. “Take this cock all the way.”
He was pounding me deep, my eyes rolling back into my head. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back as he jackhammered my cunt, pounding it into submission. Over and over, he rammed my bowels, his balls smacking my ass with each thrust. His stamina was incredible, the headboard hitting the wall with brutal force. And then everything slammed to a hault.
“FUCK,” Roman grunted suddenly, his hands digging into my shoulders, a deep throbbing in my abused bowels as the damn burst. Rhythmically, his cock spewed a massive load, flooding my virgin guts with his seed. “Yeah, take this fuckin’ nut,” he barked.
“Breed me, Daddy,” I pleaded. “Fill me with your seed.”
Roman collapsed upon me, his sweaty body melded into mine as his balls gave up the last of his DNA. His scruffy face was at the back of my neck, nuzzling softly against me. He was suddenly tender, softly kissing me.
“Fuck, I needed that,” he pulled out of me, his load gushing out of my gaping hole and onto his sheets. “Christ,” he looked outside the window, the setting sun turning the sky pink and rosy. “We lost track of time. Your mama is probably already home from work and looking for you.”
I bolted out of bed, pulling on my shorts over my used ass. “Can—can we do this again sometime soon?” I asked hopefully as fumbled with my shoes.
“Definitely,” Roman gave a devilish laugh. “I’ve waited a long time to get this cock in you, and it was worth the wait. You’ll be seeing a lot more of it.”
Through the kitchen window, I could see the image of Mama sitting at our table. It wasn’t like me to come home late, or to have not left a note explaining my whereabouts. I knew I was going to have some explaining to do.
“Did you enjoy Roman’s big cock?” Mama asked flatly as I came in from the back porch. She was drinking a glass of wine, a pot of soup warming on the stove. “I heard you two over there.”
“I’m—I’m sorry,” I stammered. “Roman came by while you were at work and—”
“No need to apologize,” Mama cut me off. “You’re a young man now. You can use your body any way you see fit. But I think you ought to know something about Roman.”
“I know, Mama—he’s just using me for sex, like he used you and countless others,” I admitted with clarity. “One day he’ll get bored with me and it’ll all be over.”
“Yes,” Mama conceded. “But there’s more about Roman that you should know,” she looked up, locking eyes with me. “I was just barely older than you when I first rented this apartment,” she began. “I had just started working down at the chicken plant, trying to earn enough money so that I could escape my sicko stepdad. Every night, that old fuck would stumble drunk into my room and force me to suck his shriveled dick, making me swallow his nasty cum.”
“Allow me to finish,” she insisted. “Roman was already living next door when I moved in here. He was a bit older than me and, Christ, he was handsome. He helped me haul in some boxes, and then he showed up again later that night with a bottle of wine and, well, nine months later—”
“Oh my God,” I gasped. “Roman is—”
“Your father,” she confessed. “He doesn’t know it. I lied and told him an old boyfriend knocked me up. But it’s time you knew the truth. You shouldn’t let Roman fuck you no more. It’s incest for a father to fuck his son—it ain’t right.”
“Why the fuck not, Mama?” I demanded obstinately. “It’s not my fault he’s my daddy. That’s on you. If I want to get fucked by him again, that’s my goddamn business.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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