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

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“Sorry for the wait,” he apologized, holding up a Beef n’ Cheddar sandwich in a paper bag as I waited in my car, the outline of his huge cock bulging through his pants with each step. There was definitely more beef in his pants than in that paper bag. “You need any sauces—horsey, ketchup?” he asked.

“Nah. I’m good,” I assured him, grabbing the greasy bag through my window, tossing it onto the passenger seat. “You’re Brax, right? Brax Jennings?”

“Uh—yeah,” he acknowledged quizzically, not recognizing me.

“I’m Dylan—Dylan Parker,” I reminded him. “We went to Central High together.”

“Okay,” Brax shrugged with no apparent recollection of me.

“You don’t remember me?” I prompted. “You fucked me once.”

“Dude. You must be thinking of someone else,” he spat. “I don’t fuck guys.”

“Umm—you fucked me,” I insisted. “You and Curtis Wright and about twelve other guys. You all tagged me in my basement.”

“Jesus,” his eyes got wide. “That was you?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I’m not surprised you don’t recognize my face, since you mostly saw my ass and the back of my head.”

“Right,” Brax laughed awkwardly. “Some crazy shit went down that night.”

Some crazy shit, indeed.

My parents went out of town a week after graduation. Repressed and closeted, I was determined to finally get my ass cherry popped. But how? I had been the only gay guy at my school, a lone wolf with no playmate in sight. But I soon had a plan.

My next door neighbor was Curtis Wright, quarterback of the football team. Curtis and I were hardly friends, but he was at least nice to me. When I offered up my house to Curtis and a few of his football buddies, along with a shitload of beer, Curtis gladly seized the opportunity.

Getting the guys was easy. Procuring the beer was more of a challenge, since I wasn’t yet twenty-one. But with a little ingenuity, I was able to score a free keg at the local beer shop. Ten minutes after closing, the balding, married owner fed me his load in exchange for a keg of Bud. His cum was thick and pungent, but getting that free keg was worth swallowing every last drop of his warm jizz. Everything was going to plan.

That evening, with my parents away for the night, Curtis and twelve of his buds from the football team, including the legendarily hung Brax Jennings, showed up to my house. With an ample supply of beer and pussy porn playing on my dad’s big screen in the basement, it wasn’t long before they were all drunk. Soon, with their big dicks pulled out, they were jacking to a blonde porn bitch in a cheerleader skirt getting banged by a crowd of hung porn jocks.

Bending over a chair adjacent to the TV, my hole pre-prepped and ready, it was only a matter of minutes before one of the football studs mounted my virgin cunt, grunting his load into me as the other guys watched and cheered ecstatically.

For the next six hours, the hung football studs—guys who would never dare to acknowledge me in school—tagged me over and over, dumping load after load in me. Go big or go home, right?

Brax had the biggest dick in the group, which was no surprise. His conquests were extensive. Girls at school opened their legs for him simply for the bragging rights. His ten-incher was the Mount Everest of Central High—a mountain I climbed five times that crazy night, Brax dumping his load in me each time.

And so, four years later, when I had finished college and moved back home with my parents while I looked for a job, I made it a priority to get Brax’s ten-inch dick in me once more. When I found out he was working at a fast-food place up the street, the chips fell into place.

“How long you worked here?” I asked Brax as he stood awkwardly at my car, in no hurry to get back to work.

“Six months. It’s just a job,” he shrugged. Brax had always been the epitome of the dumb jock at school. All his brains were in his big cock, it was often joked. “College didn’t really work out for me.”

“You wanna hang out some time?” I offered, knowing his answer in advance.

“I dunno, dude,” he evaded predictably. “I’m kinda busy most of the time.”

“You wanna fuck my ass again?”

“What?”

“You heard me. You want to fuck my tight ass again? Get that big cock in me?”

“I don’t—I’m not sure—” he stammered, his cock expanding in his pants, betraying his intentions.

“I tell you what, Brax,” I announced. “I’m going to park here and go inside to use the bathroom. If you want to fuck my ass within the next five minutes, you’ll know where to find me.”

“Whatever,” he mumbled dismissively before turning to go back inside the restaurant.

I followed Brax inside, hanging a right at the pickup counter, and traversing the long hallway to the men’s room. It was a single occupancy bathroom, thankfully. I wasn’t in there thirty seconds before Brax barged inside.

“We gotta make this quick,” he barked, securing the latch on the door. “I could get my ass fired for this.”

Dropping my pants and bending over the sink, my ass pre-prepped and ready like before, I presented my pink, puckered hole to Brax. “Shove it in me,” I commanded, knowing time was of the essence.

“I can’t believe I’m fuckin’ doing this again,” he mumbled under his breath, unzipping his pants, pulling out that ten-incher. His meaty hands were at my hips and then—BAM—Brax was inside me.

His hands moving to my shoulders, Brax began his assault on my hole, pounding the living shit out of me. My hands gripped the sink, his big cock routing my depths, stretching my hole to the max.

“You take a lot of dick in college?” Brax asked, his balls smacking my ass.

“Yeah,” I exhaled, barely able to speak, my mind flooded with memories of the many fraternity parties in which, locked away in some remote room, I took cock after cock—frat guys breeding me over and over. “Yeah—I guess you could say I was a bit of a slut.”

“That’s fuckin’ hot,” Brax approved, smacking my ass. “I love a slutty bitch.”

This slutty bitch was loving him—more specifically, his huge ten-incher. Jesus, it felt good inside me, my eyes rolling back into my head as Brax pummeled me.

“I’m getting close,” he barked urgently. I tightened my sphincter, gripping him from within, milking him. “FUCK—Oh SHIT—Here it comes.”

A shock wave pulsed through my depths, an orgasm so intense that Brax shoved me forward, my head hitting the mirror over the sink. But I didn’t care. I was too busy relishing the feeling of his cum inside me once more, grinding my ass on him as his balls emptied in my void.

“I gotta get back to work,” he announced abruptly, pulling out of me, his load escaping my gaping hole and splatting onto the nasty bathroom tile.

I went back the next day, but this time I didn’t bother placing an order. Brax caught my eye as soon as I walked in the door. Five minutes later, he pounded another load into me as I gripped the bathroom sink. And so our daily fucks in the restaurant bathroom commenced. Brax never turned me away, always eager to dump a load in me.

It was over an order of curly fries, during his lunch break one day, that Brax confessed why he was always so eager to fuck me. It turned out having a big dick was no longer enough to score pussy. Girls our age wanted more than bragging rights—they wanted flowers, jewelry, expensive dinners. On Brax’s meager paycheck, he couldn’t afford any of that. Thus, his right hand became his only partner for sex—until my hole became available to him.

We had a good thing in that bathroom every afternoon, but all good things must come to an end. Brax was balls deep in me one day, at the precipice of orgasm, when his manager walked in on us. Brax had forgotten to latch the door. Startled at being caught, he pulled out of me just as he was cumming, his pearly load spraying my ass and the floor. Brax was fired immediately, grateful the manager didn’t press charges for public indecency.

Things only got worse for Brax. His parents, tired of supporting his lazy ass when he couldn’t keep a job, gave him a week to move out. When he texted me, wanting to meet behind the bowling alley to fuck me in my car, I gave Brax the good news.

I had gotten a job and no longer needed to live with my parents, having signed a lease for an apartment that morning. The place was a one bedroom, but Brax was welcome to share my bed—provided he was willing to drain his balls in my ass on a regular basis. It was an offer he couldn’t refuse.

So Brax now lives with me. I’m not going to pretend that he’s my boyfriend—it’s nothing like that. Brax is more like a living, breathing, life-size, fuck doll with a ten-inch cock who drinks all my beer and never remembers to lower the toilet seat. But it’s a small price to pay for living with an enormously hung himbo who pounds my eager ass with his big cock as often as I want.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“I made coffee,” Jason announced as I entered the kitchen, pouring a mug and placing it on the counter for me, looking hot as fuck in his skimpy white briefs. “I hope it tastes okay. I wasn’t sure how many scoops to use.”

I tried to not stare at his lithe body, just begging to be dominated by a hung daddy like me. Christ, I wanted him. But, there’s a special place in hell for a man who tries to fuck his son’s best buddy.

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“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled slowly, my head tipping back in ecstasy, his hand bracing against my chest as my big cock exploded in his mouth. I’d never let a dude go down on me before—never would have even considered it. But I was loving it. How the fuck did this happen?

It had been a rough year. I had knocked up a girl on our third date. That’s what I get for spurning condoms. In my defense, she told me she was on the pill—allegedly. As soon as she saw the two pink lines on the pee stick, she knew she wanted to keep the baby. Having grown up with an absent dad, I wasn’t going to do that to my own kid. So I did the honorable thing and married her, even though I was not ready to be done with sowing my wild oats at a mere 22 years old. 

She had a difficult pregnancy, so sex went out the window almost immediately. I thought things would change once the baby came, but I was deluded. First she was too sore to fuck, then too tired after taking care of the baby all day. I was condemned to a life of rubbing one out in the shower each morning, watching my load circling down the drain—my sex life with it. 

To add insult to injury, money was tight. My day job wasn’t paying our bills, so I started working for Grubhub at night for extra cash. I enjoyed getting out of the house, a break from my wife and the baby. And I really liked all the people that I met, delivering everything from smoothies to burgers to pricey lobster dinners. 

That’s how I met Martin. He had ordered a bowl of pozole from Mamacita, an authentic Mexican place across town. He had opted for hand delivery, so I rang the doorbell with his warm soup packed up carefully for him.

“I’ve got a Grubhub delivery for Martin,” I announced as the door opened. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he blurted out upon seeing me, his eyes traversing my face to my crotch in under a second. “Jesus—I’m sorry. That was rude. I can never keep my stupid mouth shut.”

“It’s—it’s really okay,” I assured him, not wanting him to give me a low star rating, though I was a bit embarrassed. I was used to gay guys ogling me covertly at the gym, but I’d never had a guy openly compliment my looks. And even though I wasn’t gay, I had to admit it felt good to be noticed. 

“Do you want to come inside for a drink?” Martin offered, while taking his delivery from me. “Or some of this soup? It’s really good, and I can never eat it all.”

“No thanks. I—uh—” 

But before I could finish, he noticed my wedding band and immediately blurted out, “Oh, Jesus—you’re married, and I’m betting to a woman.”

“Yeah,” I affirmed. 

“I’m such a fucking idiot,” he lamented, smacking his palm to his forehead. “Why am I always attracted to straight guys?!”

I shrugged, not knowing what to say. Objectively, he was a handsome guy. It didn’t make me gay to admit that. He looked to be a few years older than me, and had an athletic body. He seemed to be someone I would be friends with outside of a food delivery transaction. But he also seemed lonely, and I could relate to that. I was married with a kid, but had never felt so lonely in all my life.

And I think he sensed that in me. 

“You—you sure you can’t come inside for a few minutes?” Martin offered again, his eyes pleading with me. 

“I really can’t—” I began to protest. 

“I’m like totally down to suck you off,” he interrupted with a brazen offer. “No strings. Just some easy head for you. Dump and go.”

Christ. What had I gotten myself into?

“I really can’t stay,” I backed away, making a beeline for my car in his driveway. 

“Come back anytime,” he called to me as I slid into the driver seat. “My offer stands.”

I drove around for an hour after that, not accepting any more delivery orders. My mind was reeling. I’d never been propositioned by a guy before. One part of me was offended, and yet another part was flattered. But mostly—I was interested. 

A no-strings blow job, he had promised. Dump and go. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that my big cock stirred at the thought. Other than my right hand, my cock had seen no action in over a year. My mind was made up. 

“I was hoping you’d come back,” Martin smiled upon opening his door to me once more. “Come inside.”

He led me into his living room, and gestured to a plush couch, opposite a large screen TV. The place was nice, far nicer than the shitty apartment I shared with my wife and kid. 

“You want a drink?” Martin offered. “I’ve got a nice bottle of whiskey open.”

“No thanks,” I declined, wanting to keep my wits. 

“You ever done this before?” he prompted, taking a seat next to me on the couch. “Gotten your dick sucked by a guy?”

“Nope,” I shook my head. “I’m kinda nervous.”

“It’s cool,” Martin smiled warmly. “There’s a first time for everything. And I think you’ll like it. I’m told I give killer head.” That sounded promising, but I was still nervous as fuck. 

“I can put on some porn,” he offered, gesturing to the large screen TV. “I’ve got a good selection of straight porn saved in my queue for guys like you.”

“Nah,” I demurred, wondering how many other straight guys like me had been sucked off on his couch. Probably more than I’d prefer to know. I glanced at the cushions for cum stains, but didn’t see any. 

An awkward silence followed. My cock was aching to be sucked, but my brain was telling me to get the fuck out of there. I was getting cold feet rapidly, and Martin could sense it. 

“We can chat some more, if you like. Get to know each other a bit,” he offered. “Or we can just get right to it—get that big cock down my warm throat.”

“Let’s just do it,” I opted, adjusting my swollen cock through my jeans. I was eager to get the deed done before I changed my mind. 

“Take off your shirt,” he ordered, sliding off the couch and positioning himself on the floor between my knees. I duly complied, tossing my shirt onto an adjacent chair. 

“Fuck, you’ve got a hot body,” Martin exclaimed, licking his lips as he ran his hands over my chest. “And I love that you’re hairy. Looks like you keep it clipped rather short?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “My wife doesn’t like me to get too hairy.”

“Bitches,” he laughed. “They have no clue that fur is sexy on a man.”

Martin then ran his hand along my bulging crotch, tracing the outline of my swollen cock. “Damn, bro,” he exclaimed. “You’re hard as a rock. When did you last bust a nut?”

“This morning—in the shower,” I replied sheepishly. “But don’t worry, I always shoot a big load.”

“Mmmm,” Martin purred, undoing my jeans. “I fucking love a big load.”

My rock hard cock erupted from my pants, nearly smacking Martin in the eye as he unzipped me and pulled my pants down around my ankles. Purple and dripping precum, my dick was ready for action. 

“Christ, you’re hung,” he gasped, drooling over my endowment. “You’re what, like eight or nine inches?”

“Nine inches,” I confirmed unabashedly. “It’s a real pussy splitter.”

“I can tell,” Martin acknowledged, diving into it, ravenously licking my big dick over and over from balls to tip like a popsicle, my precum running down the side. 

Fuck, it felt amazing. 

“That feel good?” Martin paused, saliva stringing from the tip of my cock to his lips. 

“Fucking amazing,” I acknowledged, the stress of life melting from my body. 

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he winked before swallowing my whole cock, taking the entire length of my veiny shaft down his throat in a single gulp, my hairy balls pressed against his chin. 

“FUCK,” I cried out, having never been deep throated all the way before. Most girls who had even attempted to suck me usually only managed to swallow the first few inches of my big one before raking my shaft with their teeth, abruptly ending the encounter. 

Martin went straight to work, bobbing up and down on my cock with a steady rhythm, eerily familiar to the pace I employ when I’m dipping my stick or jacking off. Jesus, he knew how to suck a dick. Instinctively, my arms moved up behind my head and rested on the back of the couch. My only goal was to enjoy the sheer bliss of his talent—and the dude had talent in spades. 

With one arm stroking my hairy chest, teasing my nips on and off, his other hand moved to my balls. Massaging and tugging lightly on my round, ripe beauties, I knew he was going to work a big load out of me. 

“Fuck you’re good,” I moaned, my shaft slipping back and forth between his supple lips, my cock head battering his tonsils.

“I’m glad you like it,” he cooed, coming up for a brief breath of air, drool and precum glistening on his chin. “I fucking love sucking a big dick—and you’ve definitely got a big one.”

My cock was loving his warm throat. I couldn’t imagine his service could get any better—until it did. Locking his lips tightly around my shaft, he gripped my cock and began to bob up and down rapidly on my cock, essentially jerking me with his mouth. It was incredibly intense, a sensation beyond belief. And my aching balls were responding. 

I tried to hold back, really I did. But I couldn’t resist the pressure mounting in my balls, rising in my shaft. A wave of pleasure coursed through my cock and ricocheted through my body, my load imminent. I couldn’t take it anymore. 

“I’m about to bust,” I announced urgently, Martin increasing his pace, bringing me closer and closer to climax.  “You want to me to shoot in your mouth? You want to eat my load?”

“Mmm hmm,” Martin nodded, not once taking his lips off my throbbing cock. There was no turning back. I was rounding third and headed to home plate. 

“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled slowly, my head tipping back in ecstasy, Martin’s hand bracing against my chest as my big cock exploded in his mouth. My body shook uncontrollably as shot after shot of my thick load went careening down his eager throat. With his eyes looking up at me like a supplicant, Martin swallowed every last drop until my balls were empty.

I slowly went soft in his mouth as he worked his tongue along the diminishing girth of my shaft, licking it clean. Finally releasing me, he cleaned my balls with his tongue, and gave a final suck to the tip of my cock, pulling that one last drop of cum out of me. 

“Holy fuck,” I exclaimed in gratitude. “You are fucking amazing.”

“Thanks,” he smiled, wiping his cummy lips with the back of his hand. “You’ve got a great cock. You’re welcome to feed me a load anytime you need it.”

I thanked Martin, as I rose to my feet, weak in the knees as I pulled up my jeans and stuffed my spent cock back into them. My brain felt fuzzy, following possibly the best orgasm of my life. 

Martin and I made small talk as I pulled on my shirt and put myself back in order. I assured him that I would return for more of his cock worship—soon, I promised. 

“You know—you’re more than welcome to fuck my ass with that big thing the next time you return,” Martin offered as he saw me to the door. “I’ve got a tight cunt, and I’m known to be a power bottom. You’ll love my hole.”

I thanked him, but made no promises about fucking him. I wasn’t sure if that was a bridge I was ready to cross. A good blow job was all I needed. 

But I thought about his offer that night while in bed, my wife snoring by my side, my kid sleeping in the next room. I would be kidding myself if I denied wanting to fuck Martin up the ass with my big dick, seeding his tight cunt. I had heard that ass feels really good—even better than pussy. And, hey, it’s not like the guy can get pregnant. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell him what?” I asked naively.

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t—I don’t want to talk about—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t—I don’t think—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dad was right—I did fuckin’ love it.

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

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“Dude—what the fuck are you doing in here?” I gasped upon finding Chad, my sister’s recent ex-boyfriend, naked in my bed and stroking his big cock. I wanted to pinch myself, taking in his gorgeous face, those chiseled abs, and that big dick. Chad was straight, a total pussy hound. Surely, there had to be some mistake. “How did you get in here?” I demanded.

“Kayla told me to return the spare key she had given me, while she’s at work,” Chad explained. “But I thought I might wait here for you.”

“For me?” I responded incredulously.

“Let’s not pretend you’re not attracted to me,” Chad taunted, still stroking his cock. “I know you want me—and my big dick. Now’s your chance, bro.”

“I—I don’t think this is a good idea,” I protested feebly.

“Why not?” he countered. “Your sister dumped my ass. I’m a free man. I can stick my dick wherever I want—and I’m choosing your ass. You know you want this big cock.”

Chad was right. I did want his big cock. I used to eavesdrop on Kayla telling her girlfriends how Chad had a big one—a real pussy splitter—and that it was a lot to take. Sure, she was complaining. But I could tell she secretly loved getting dicked down by a big one. The two of us had that in common. And so it was nearly impossible to turn down Chad’s offer to give me that big dick. But I wasn’t going to make it easy on him.

“You just want to fuck me to get back at my sister for dumping your ass,” I argued.

“Yeah, that’s partly true,” Chad laughed. “But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re a slutty size queen who wants to ride me. It’s a win-win for both of us.”

A win-win. How could I argue with that?

“Okay,” I surrendered far too easily. “You can fuck me.”

“Good,” he smiled wickedly. “Then climb on this cock and ride it.”

Dutifully, I stripped down in front of him. Reaching into my bedside table, I pulled out a bottle of lube and a Trojan.

“You can forget about that condom,” he barked. “Kayla always made me wrap it so she wouldn’t get pregnant. But you’re gonna take my babies, got it?”

“Uh huh,” I nodded, secretly eager to have Chad’s warm load inside me.

Deftly, I lubed up my hole while Chad watched with eager anticipation. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Get that cunt good and wet for this big dick.”

With my hole readied for him, I tossed the lube aside. Climbing onto the bed, I straddled Chad—and promptly sat upon his big dick, expertly taking him to the balls.

“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled slowly. “Your hole is so fuckin’ tight.”

“Tighter than Kayla’s pussy?”

“Duh,” he laughed. “Now ride this big dick. Ride it like you own it.”

Placing my hands on Chad’s firm pecs, my hard cock resting on his washboard abs, I raised my hips and began to work my hole up and down his swollen shaft. Rhythmically, I worked his cock like a piston, taking every inch of him in and out of me—over and over.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he marveled, propping his muscular arms behind his head. “I think you’ve done this before.”

“You think?” I laughed in jest, grinding down on him harder.

“Your sister was always so vanilla when we fucked,” Chad shared as I continued to bob up and down on him. “But you—I always knew you’d be a dirty slut in bed.”

“I think you’ll find I’m nothing like Kayla,” I replied, activating my sphincter, gripping his cock from within me. Expertly, I contracted and released his shaft, massaging his cock inside my depths.

“Holy fuck,” he exhaled, his toes curling. “It’s like you’re jacking my cock with your ass. How the fuck are you doing that?”

“Lots of practice,” I purred, licking my lips, reveling in the feeling of his big cock inside of me—a cock that once belonged to my sister but was now mine.

Eagerly, I began to pick up the pace, riding Chad’s big dick like my life depended on it. Chad’s hands went to my hips, slamming my body up and down on him harder and harder, faster and faster—pushing his cock into my warm depths deeper and deeper. The pace was too fast, his desire too frenzied. It couldn’t last.

“Dude,” he warned, biting his lip, “I think I’m gonna—I’m gonna—FUCK, bro—get ready for it.”

“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Gimme that nut. Fuckin’ breed my ass.”

“FUCK,” Chad grunted in release, his head hitting the wall behind my bed as his body convulsed beneath me, his big cock throbbing rhythmically inside me. A warmth emanated from deep within me as his thick load coated my depths.

With his balls now fully emptied inside me, I quickly dismounted. Upon release, Chad’s wet, cum-slicked cock slapped against his meaty thigh. Ravenously, I dove between his legs and licked his cock clean, sucking the last bit of cum out of his cock slit.

“Damn, you are a dirty slut,” he laughed. “And full service.”

“I aim to please,” I smiled devilishly. “But you better get your ass outta here before Kayla gets home from work. You got what you came for.”

“Shit,” he scrambled off the bed, yanking on his crumpled clothes from off the floor. “Here,” he pulled out the spare key from his pocket. “I better leave this with you.”

“Nah,” I refused. “Keep the key. You can use it whenever you want to fuck me again.”

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely,” I affirmed.

And then Chad did something that I never would have expected—he pulled me into his arms and kissed me, tongue and all.

“I’ll be back later tonight,” he assured me with a slap on the ass. “So plan on giving up that sweet cunt to me again.”

“But—but what about Kayla?” I stammered.

“What about her?” Chad laughed. “Your sister dumped my ass, which means she gets no say as to where I stick my dick.”

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“Uncle Randy?!” I exclaimed upon coming home from work and finding my hunky uncle soaking in my bathtub, tipping back a beer. As always, he looked manly as fuck, his muscled, inked body covered in a thin veneer of soap suds. “Why are you in here, Randy?” I demanded. “Shit. Did Aunt Margy kick you out again?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged sheepishly, placing the beer bottle on the side of the tub. “Your dad said I can crash with you guys until she takes me back.”

“Fuck. What happened this time?” I asked.

“I dunno,” he demurred. “She thinks I drink too much. We got in a big fight about it.”

“Wait a minute—are you drinking my beer?” I accused.

“Yeah, sorry,” he apologized feebly, taking another sip. “Your dad said to help myself. I’ll pay you back.”

“It’s fine. Forget about it,” I dismissed. 

“You bunking in my room or the living room couch?”

“I was hoping your room. I’ve got a five-day load in these balls,” he announced, widening his legs to give me a peek at his thick eight-incher and his hairy balls, buoyed by the warm bath water.

“Okay. Finish your bath,” I directed. “I’ll be ass up on the bed, the way you like me.”

“Thanks, boy,” he smiled. “You’ve always been my favorite nephew.”

“Yeah, no shit,” I laughed as I retreated to my room and began to strip down naked. “You just like fuckin’ my ass.”

A few years earlier, Randy had taken me fishing on my eighteenth birthday. And though we didn’t catch a single fish that momentous day, we did return home with three of his loads up my ass. Thus, it was no mystery as to why I was his favorite nephew. 

“You ready for me?” he called out from the bathroom. 

“Yeah,” I shouted back, slathering my hole with lube before bending over the edge of the bed. “Ready when you are.”

I could hear Randy standing up in the bathtub, the water sluicing off his muscular body. One foot, and then the other, hit the tile floor. He didn’t even bother with a towel, his hairy body dripping water as he entered my bedroom. 

“Fuck yeah,” he growled lowly at the sight of me. “That tight cunt is just what I need right now.”

I looked back over my shoulder as Randy gripped his big dick in his fist, aiming for my available hole. I could feel the rounded tip of his cock as he initiated penetration and then—BAM—my uncle was inside me. 

“FUCK,” I yelped at the sudden assault to my bowels. Though I had bent over for his big cock more times than I could count, his massive girth always took me by surprise. “Christ, you’re hung,” I winced, trying to adjust. 

“You know you love it,” Randy slapped me upon the ass with his open palm before grabbing me by the hips and unleashing a fury on my ass. 

When it came to fucking, my uncle was not the slow-and-steady type. Randy liked to fuck like a jackrabbit, pummeling my hole at a violent pace. I fucking loved it. 

“You get any dick lately?” he asked, pounding me voraciously. 

“Yeah,” I replied, gripping the bedsheet. “I went down to that truck stop yesterday—the one out past Route 84.”

“Yeah? You take some trucker cock,” Randy asked, his cock growing even more rigid in me at the thought of my debauchery. 

“Sure did,” I nodded, my quivering cunt straining from his assault, his balls smacking up against my ass rhythmically. “This one trucker snuck me into the open showers and six guys took turns dumping their loads in me.”

“Christ, that’s hot,” Randy slapped my ass again. “You need to take me down there with you next time.”

The thought of breeding my hole with a bunch of über-masculine guys like him was too much for Randy. I could feel his cock swelling inside of me, his balls beginning to throb. I knew he was about to bust. 

“Fuck, boy—here it comes,” he barked urgently. “OH FUCK—OH SHIT.”

A blast of cum ejected into my fuck canal, Randy’s cock pulsing repeatedly as his load flooded my guts. “Yeah, boy. Take my fuckin’ load,” he growled, his balls giving up the last of his seed. 

“Uncle Randy?” I asked as he pulled out of me, his thick load dripping from my gaping hole. “Do you pick fights with Aunt Margy on purpose—just so you can crash here, drink beer, and fuck my ass for a few days?”

“No shit, Sherlock,” he laughed, cleaning off his wet cock with my bedsheet. “Now go grab me another beer, and then get your ass back on this bed for me. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.”

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“Good morning, stud,” my buddy’s dad greeted me when I awoke in his bed, a seductive smile upon his bearded face, his bedroom eyes fixed upon me. We were both completely naked, his muscular, hairy body pressed up against me, a pillow balled up under his head. “That was hot as fuck last night,” he winked at me, his hand reaching out, stroking my chest. 

“Did—did we fuck last night?” I gasped, my brain trying to comprehend what was happening while still in the throes of a raging hangover. 

“Hell yeah, we fucked last night,” he smiled, rolling on top of me, kissing my neck, his beard scratching my skin. “And the sex was fucking amazing.”

“Christ,” I groaned. “I let you put your dick in me?”

“No, Trevor,” he laughed, kissing down my treasure trail, his beard tickling my belly. “You put your dick in me—and busted two big loads up my ass.”

“But—but Mr. Anderson,” I protested. “I’m not gay—I fuck girls.”

“First, call me Rick,” he insisted. “There’s no need for formalities when you’ve had your dick inside me. And second, you might not be gay—but maybe you should tell that to your rock-hard cock?”

At that moment, Rick took my raging boner into his mouth and began to suck me. Instantly, he was deep throating me, my eight-incher sliding past his tonsils, my balls mashed against his chin. 

“How—how did this happen?” I questioned, fighting the urge to push Rick off me while simultaneously enjoying the best damn head of my life. “The last thing I remember, Dylan and I were tossing back tequila with a couple of hot bitches at Coyote Jake’s,” I recalled. “Oh Christ, does Dylan know that I fucked his own father?”

“Calm down, Trevor,” Rick insisted, releasing my cock from his throat. “Dylan doesn’t know a thing. He’s still sleeping like the dead in his room. You two Ubered here shit-faced drunk at 2 am. I practically carried your wasted asses to Dylan’s room, where you both passed out cold.”

“But how did I end up in here—fucking you?” I demanded. 

“I’m getting to that,” Rick sat up, gripping my hard cock in his fist, pumping it as he spoke. “At some point in the night you stumbled naked into my room, mumbling something about needing to smash some pussy.”

“I—I don’t remember that.”

“No shit,” Rick laughed, straddling my body, still stroking my cock. “You stumbled in here, grabbed that lube there on my bed table, greased up your cock, climbed on top of me in bed, and then shoved your big dick up my ass.”

And at that moment, upon explaining how I had ended up in his bed, Rick sat upon my big cock, taking me into his depths once more. Immediately, I was balls deep in the warmest, tightest hole imaginable.

“Fuuuuuck,” I exhaled, my head tipping back in ecstasy. “You’ve got a sweet cunt.”

“That’s exactly what you said last night when you shoved that big dick into me,” Rick laughed as he began to ride me, his hands upon my chest, his tight sphincter gliding up and down my rigid pole. 

“Yeah, ride this big dick,” I exclaimed, casting off my inhibitions, embracing the act of fucking a dude. Rick’s tight hole was fucking amazing—far better than any pussy I ever had. I might as well enjoy it, I told myself. 

“Fuck, I love riding a hung, young stud like you,” Rick bellowed, his pelvis gyrating atop me, his fuck canal gripping my cock from within. 

“I—I didn’t know that you’re gay,” I admitted, getting my hips into the action, syncing my rhythm with his. 

“After I divorced Dylan’s mom,” Rick began, my cock a piston in his hole. “I topped a few gay dudes, just needing to get my rocks off. But then this one guy convinced me to flip fuck with him and, after experiencing the sheer bliss of a big dick up my ass, there was no turning back.”

“But, don’t you feel like less of a man now?” I suggested. “You know, taking dick from guys?”

“Only a real man can take a cock up his ass,” Rick answered, his muscular, hairy body working my big dick, supporting himself on his powerful thighs. “I never feel more manly then when I’ve got a big cock inside me.”

I had to admit that it was hot watching this hunk of a man as he took charge of my cock, writhing upon it, inching me closer and closer to orgasm. Bitches always tired quickly when trying to ride my big one, but not Rick. He was riding me like a champ, an expert jockey upon a thoroughbred. 

“Fuck, l want your cum,” Rick threw back his head, sweat dripping down his hairy chest as he increased his pace, riding me harder. His thighs slapped heavily against mine with each downbeat, my balls smacking his ass in return. “Breed me,” he begged. 

“You’re about to get it,” I warned, biting my lip, trying to hold back my load. His talented hole was just too good, his expert moves coaxing my balls to give up their seed. “I’m getting close,” I exclaimed, the cum rising in my swelling shaft. 

“Seed me,” he demanded, bucking hard on my engorged cock, my balls beginning to throb. “Shoot that load up my ass.”

“FUCK,” I growled, my cock detonating in his depths, my body convulsing beneath him. “FUCK—FUCK,” I continued to grunt loudly, my load spewing rhythmically, spraying the walls of his fuck canal with my warm seed. 

“That’s it, baby,” Rick encouraged, holding still upon me, reveling in the feeling of my pulsing cock in his depths. “Empty those balls in me.” Slowly, my orgasm ebbed, my balls satiated. 

“Fuck, that was good,” I exhaled as Rick dismounted me, my spent cock flopping audibly against my thigh, my pearly load gushing from his gaping hole. “You’ve got an incredible cunt,” I praised him. “We need to do this again—soon.”

But before Rick could respond, a figure appeared in the doorway. It was my buddy Dylan, leaning against the door jamb with his arms crossed over his hairy chest. He was in his boxer briefs, a look of disgust upon his face. 

“Dylan,” I gasped, trying to cover my cum-slicked cock with my hands. “Don’t be mad, dude. It’s—it’s not what you think.”

“Jesus Christ, Dad,” Dylan reprimanded his father, ignoring me. “Why do you always give up your ass to all of my buddies? It’s really fucked up.”

“Don’t be jealous, Dylan,” Rick pushed himself upwards and onto all fours upon the bed, presenting his available ass to my buddy. “You know that I’ll always let you dump a load in me, anytime you want, son.”

I watched transfixed as Dylan pulled down the front of his briefs, resting the waistband beneath his heavy balls. His thick, eight-incher was raging hard, a drop of precum forming at the tip. Dylan quickly stepped up to the plate, grabbing his dad by the hips as he prepared to mount him. 

“Jesus, Trevor,” Dylan exclaimed, turning his face to me as he pushed balls deep into his father. “You dumped a big fucking load in my dad’s ass. It’s wet as fuck all up in here.”

“You gonna give me some more cum, son?” Rick asked, twerking his used ass upon his son’s thick rod. “Shoot a big load in me?”

“You know it, Dad,” Dylan slapped Rick’s ass before digging into his shoulders, pounding him hard. I delighted in watching my buddy railing his own father as I slowly stroked my big dick, patiently awaiting my turn to pound another load into the slutty DILF.

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“How was your flight?” my older brother Hank asked in a puff of smoke, looking manly as fuck in a pair of Ray-Bans, a cigar gripped between his teeth while merging his truck onto the interstate. He had picked me up outside of baggage claim and, as soon as I saw the cigar, I knew what he wanted—my lips wrapped around that fat cigar between his legs. “Any turbulence?” he added, checking his mirrors.

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

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

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

“Uh—nothing,” I stammered, petrified.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My jaw dropped when I saw the hairy, tanned stud sitting by the pool, nursing a beer like he owned the place. Bearded and covered with a thick pelt that covered nearly every inch of his body, a gold chain draped upon his manly, hairy pecs, the man oozed testosterone. Normally, I’d be all over a dude like him, offering up my willing body for his pleasure. Sadly, the stud wasn’t there for me. He was there for my mom. 

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Dad was standing before the mirror in his bathroom, holding up his iPhone to take a selfie, an impish smile on his bearded face, his big dick bulging through his shorts. His muscular, inked body was on full display, his chest covered in a sexy fanning of salt and pepper fur. It wasn’t easy having a sexy DILF for a father but, in such moments, I wasn’t about to complain. “Taking a selfie, Dad?” I asked, entering his bathroom. 

“Christ, Tyler,” he startled. “Don’t you ever knock? I thought you were going out tonight, hitting that new gay bar with your buddies?”

“Nah, I’m more in the mood for some Netflix tonight,” I replied, my eyes consuming Dad’s body. “So, what’s the selfie for? You trying to tempt Linda with a booty call tonight?”

“No,” Dad snapped the selfie and then quickly pocketed his phone. “Linda and I are done, and I need to upload a profile photo on a dating app that I just downloaded. I need to get laid tonight.”

“I hear you,” I laughed, stopping myself from offering up my ass to him. “I’m sorry about Linda,” I offered feebly, though I wasn’t sad to see her go. 

“She was a fuckin’ bitch,” Dad laughed. “I’m better off without her. There’s plenty of other fish in the sea.”

“I know you don’t like hearing this from your gay son—but you’re hot as fuck,” I shared. “You’ll have no problem scoring pussy on that app.”

“Yeah—we can only hope,” Dad smiled, retrieving his phone from his pocket again. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to upload this selfie.”

“Do you need help?” I offered. “Some of those dating apps can be difficult to use. Is it Tinder or Bumble or—”

“I think I’ve got it,” Dad interrupted. “You have a good night, Tyler,” he dismissed me, clearly eager to get his dick wet that evening. 

Five minutes later, I was stretched out in my bedroom, scrolling through Netflix, when Dad appeared in the doorway. “I can’t get this fucking photo to upload to my profile,” Dad smirked, handing his phone to me. 

“Dad—this is Grindr,” I gasped, looking at his phone screen. “Since when do you fuck guys?”

“Uh—since about a week ago,” Dad admitted sheepishly. “I fucked this one young guy who hit on me at the gym.”

“Did you fuck him at the gym—like in the sauna?”

“Jesus, no,” Dad spat. “I fucked him in the parking lot, in my truck. Look, let’s not make a big deal outta this. I need to get laid on the regular and fucking an easy gay dude is far easier than trying to get some bitch to spread her legs for me.”

“I agree completely,” I nodded. “I just wish you’d have told me that you’re fucking guys.”

“What I do in my bed is none of your fuckin’ business, son,” Dad spat. “Now are you gonna help me with this damn profile pic or not?”

In the span of thirty seconds, I showed Dad how to upload a photo to Grindr. “You’re welcome,” I called out sarcastically as Dad ripped his phone from my hand and wordlessly sauntered back to his bedroom. Five minutes later, he appeared once again. 

“The app says this one power bottom is thirty feet away,” Dad thrusted his phone in my face, the Grindr grid box on his screen looking like some fucked-up version of the Brady Bunch. “Do you think this guy is Frank’s son next door? Is he even eighteen? And what the fuck is a power bottom?”

“That’s not Frank’s son who is the power bottom—it’s me,” I admitted. “I logged onto Grindr to check out your profile. You really should mention that you’re hung like fuck. You’ll get more hits.”

“Will do,” Dad noted. “Wait a minute—how do you know that I’m hung? You’ve never seen me hard.”

“Well, I’ve seen you getting out of the shower with a chubby plenty of times,” I confessed. “And Mom once told me that birthing me was a walk in the park compared to taking your huge cock.”

“She never could take my big one,” Dad laughed to himself, staring at Grindr again. “But hang on a minute—you never told me why your profile says that you’re a power bottom. What is that?”

“A power bottom is a guy who likes being fucked for a prolonged period—often rough, and often by multiple guys in one session,” I enlightened my father.

“Christ,” Dad scrunched up his face. “That was too much information, son. I’m sorry I asked. Just do me a favor and log off Grindr, okay? I don’t need to be hitting up my son for sex.”

“Would fucking my ass be so bad?” I jokingly called out as Dad disappeared down the hallway.

I was still scrolling through Netflix when Dad appeared in my doorway just moments later. “I’m chatting with this one guy who says he wants my big cock, but he keeps asking for more body and dick pics, even though he hasn’t unlocked his photos for me.”

“Block him,” I advised my dad. “He’s a pic collector. He’s just trying to get a bunch of your pics.”

“Why?” Dad asked naively.

“He has no intention of hooking up with you—or anyone, for that matter,” I explained. “He just wants to jack off to your pics.”

“Jesus,” Dad rolled his eyes. “Okay, I’m blocking the fucker.”

Ten minutes later, Dad was back in my room again. “What are poppers?” he wanted to know. “This guy I’m chatting with is down to fuck, but only if I have some poppers. What is that?”

“It’s a smooth muscle relaxant that you inhale from a small bottle,” I educated Dad. “It’s a form of huffing.”

“Huffing?” Dad spat. “Oh hell no. I’m not gonna hookup with some strung-out druggie.”

“It’s not like that, Dad,” I tried to explain. “Many guys like to—”

But Dad was already down the hallway again, retreating to his room with his phone in his hand, the sound of Grindr pinging over and over again. I returned my attention to Netflix once more.

“What is gen?” Dad poked his head into my room a few minutes later as I was just starting to get into a show. “This one guy said he’ll let me fuck his ass if I’m gen. What the fuck is that? Is he asking if I’m Gen X? Because, I was born in—”

“Dad,” I cut him off. “He wants to know if you’re generous—if you’ll pay to have sex with him.”

“Absolutely not,” Dad spat. “I’m not paying for something that I can get for free. Shit, with my big dick—that little fucker should be offering to pay me for sex.”

“Okay—calm down, Dad,” I raised my open palm. “Look—it seems like you’re having a hard time navigating Grindr. And that’s okay. It can take a little while to get the hang of it. In the meantime, why don’t you just fuck my ass?”

“That is off the table, Tyler,” Dad protested. “My dick made you—it’s not going inside you. That’s called incest.”

“Incest?” I laughed. “What—are you worried that you’re going to impregnate me with a mutant baby? Don’t be crazy, Dad. There are many fathers out there who enjoy giving it to their adult sons. There’s a whole genre of gay porn dedicated to it.”

“Well, that’s not for me,” Dad spat, turning on his heels to retreat to his bedroom once more. “I’m not fucking my own son.”

Dad was still in his room over an hour later when I closed out Netflix and started to get ready for bed. I could still hear Grindr pinging intermittently from his room, but it was now after midnight and things appeared to be slowing down for Dad. I felt bad for the guy. He desperately wanted to get his big dick wet that night. Instead, he would likely end up rubbing one out while alone in bed.

But then I heard Dad’s heavy footsteps in the hallway again. What would it be this time—a question about felching or maybe what the abbreviation DP stood for? Nothing could have prepared me for what Dad really wanted.

“I’m done with this Grindr shit for tonight,” Dad tossed his phone onto my bed table, his big dick straining against the front of his shorts. “You win, Tyler. I’ll fuck your ass.”

“You—you’re serious?” I stammered, thinking I must be dreaming. “You sure that you—?”

“Hurry up and let’s do this before I change my mind,” Dad barked, pulling off his shorts, his huge cock already at full mast. He was easily north of nine inches and thicker than my wrist. “You got any lube around here?” he scanned the bed table. 

“There’s lube in the drawer,” I directed, stripping down and positioning myself on all fours atop the bed. “Just slather up and shove it in me.”

“No—not like that,” Dad insisted, greasing up his big dick, pumping it with his fist. “I’m not gonna fuck you doggy—I want you to ride it for me. If you want my nut, I’m gonna make you work for it.”

“I’m game for that,” I smiled, straddling Dad as he laid himself flat upon the bed, his muscular arms propped behind his head, his big dick reaching for the ceiling. “You just relax and enjoy the ride,” I winked. 

“Fuuuuck,” Dad exhaled as I sat upon his big cock, my hands resting upon his hairy pecs. “Jesus, I needed a warm cunt like this.”

“Christ, you’re thick,” I winced, my sphincter straining to accommodate his massive girth as I moved down his shaft, a fireman sliding down a pole. It felt like I was being fisted—by Popeye. 

“It’s a hole stretcher,” Dad gloated, his hands moving to my hips as I finally hit bottom, his balls mashed against my sphincter. “Yeah, take it all the way,” he encouraged. “Damn, no bitch has ever been able to take me balls deep.”

“I think you’ll find I’m capable of many things that a bitch can’t do,” I taunted as I began to raise and lower myself upon Dad’s lap, his big cock gliding in and out of my talented hole. 

Dad licked his lips, allowing his hips to get into the action, rising and falling, matching my rhythm. I began to pick up the pace, riding him harder like a kid on a pogo stick. I clenched my anus, gripping him from within, essentially jacking him inside my fuck canal. 

“Yeah, ride this big cock,” Dad encouraged, his thick fingers digging into my sides, his pelvis pounding me harder. “Take this big, fuckin’ dick.”

He was getting me deep as I rode him hard, pushing further into my void than any cock had before. His big dick was battering my bowels, slamming up against my inner-sphincter, on the precipice of breaching it. 

“I felt that,” Dad observed as his cock head suddenly pushed through the portal to my inner chamber—that deepest recess in which only the largest of cocks can find shelter. Instinctively, my eyes rolled back into my head. Dad had brought me to nirvana. 

“You’re so fucking deep,” a tantric voice from within me cried as a switch was flipped. Automatically, without control, I began to ride Dad hard. Emboldened, he got into the action, pounding me mercilessly, his hairy balls slapping my ass. The sensation of fullness inside of me was overwhelming. 

“You’re rock hard,” Dad observed, staring down at my cock. My rigid rod was striking his furry abs repeatedly, my precum pooling in his navel. “I must be getting you good.”

“I—I think I’m gonna cum,” I announced urgently, riding Dad like a bucking bronco as my own cock began to swell and throb. “I’m gonna bust.”

“Let it out, son,” my dad demanded. “Shoot your load.”

“FUCK,” I gasped as my pearly cum went airborne, launching from my throbbing cock and fanning out upon my dad’s hairy chest. 

“That’s it, Tyler, shoot that hot load on me,” Dad reveled in the warm rain upon his furry body, matting his chest hair, flooding the crevices between his abs.

Even the straightest of men will get rock hard at the sight of another dude blowing his wad—the ubiquitous money shot. Men are hardwired to get aroused by the sight of an ejaculation, an innately primal act intended to propagate his lineage by depositing his seed into a fertile hole. Though my own hole was certainly not fertile, my dad was ready to breed it after witnessing my money shot. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” Dad warned, my sphincter still pulsing around the base of his cock, my body still in the throes of an amazingly intense orgasm. “You’re gonna make me cum,” he shared through gritted teeth, trying in vain to hold back his wad. 

“Breed me,” I begged, my hands digging into his hairy chest, bracing myself for impact. “Seed my fucking hole.”

“You’re about to get it,” Dad assured me, his body convulsing beneath me, his massive cock throbbing in my depths. “I’m so fucking close—Here it comes—OH FUCK—OH SHIT—FUCK—FUCK.”

Instantly, a warmth consumed my bowels as Dad’s big dick unleashed a torrent within me, flooding my guts. Over and over, his cock spewed his seed into my void—the seed that once made me now swimming in my depths. Sharing in his orgasm, a man’s most sacred act, I never felt closer to my father.

“Fuck—I’m too sensitive now,” Dad pushed me off his big cock as soon as his orgasm completed. His dick flopped audibly against his hairy thigh as his load gushed from my wrecked hole. 

Leaning forward, I sucked his cummy cock clean, his delicious ambrosia upon my lips. “Mmm, you taste good,” I moaned, my tongue then traveling north, lapping up my own load from Dad’s furry chest and abs. 

“Gimme a taste of us,” Dad craned his head towards me, our lips meeting passionately, our commingled loads swirling between our tongues. “We taste good together,” Dad noted, licking his lips as we parted. 

“Sorry, Dad,” I apologized, looking down at his furry body that was matted with sweat, cum, and saliva. “I’ve made a mess of you.”

“It’s nothing that a good, hot shower can’t handle,” Dad noted, rising from the bed, his spent dick dripping one last drop of cum as he ambled to my bathroom. 

Instantly, I heard Dad turning on the shower water, clouds of steam soon billowing from the bathroom. Blissfully, I balled up a pillow beneath me upon the bed, reveling in the warmth of Dad’s load within me. 

I was nearly asleep when Dad sauntered back to my bed after his shower, his big cock hanging full between his hairy thighs. He picked up his phone from the bed table and immediately opened up Grindr. 

“Don’t tell me you’re seriously looking for another ass to fuck?” I asked incredulously. 

“I’m not looking for me,” Dad gave a devious smile. “I’m looking for you. I want to find a few more hung tops to come over here and join me for round two. Let’s see how much of a power bottom you are, son.”

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

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“Christ, you’re beautiful,” I said to Bryce, his tight body silhouetted in the early morning light of my hotel room window, his firm ass full of my seed. Though we had done more fucking than sleeping throughout the night, my big cock ached to be inside of him again, almost as much as my lonely heart ached to hold him once more. “Come back to bed,” I pleaded.

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“Dad asked me to have a talk with you,” my absurdly hot, older brother Brett announced as he sat down across from me. A dashing smile was plastered upon his scruffy face, his blue eyes piercing through me. He was wearing a muscle shirt, his gorgeous, hairy body taunting me. “Dad thought you might feel more comfortable talking with me,” my brother continued. “You know, after what—uh—what happened yesterday.”

“Jesus Christ,” I scoffed. “Dad walked in on me jacking off to porn. I’m eighteen years old. What’s the big, fuckin’ deal?”

“It was gay porn,” Brett countered. “It’s totally okay with us if you’re gay, Ricky. We don’t want you to feel you have to hide that from us. So—uh—do you think you could be gay?”

“I—I’m not sure,” I stammered. “I’ve never been with a guy. I’m still a virgin.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin at your age, Ricky,” Brett stated, sensing my embarrassment. “A lot of guys don’t have sex until—”

“You were fifteen,” I cut him off. “I walked in on you fucking that older girl from the swim club.”

“Misty Parker,” he recalled fondly, adjusting his package. “All the lifeguards—we called her the cherry popper because she—”

“Yeah, I get it,” I interrupted my brother’s trip down memory lane. “You all lost your v-cards to her.”

“If that’s what you want—some easy bitch to pop your cherry—I can hook you up with any number of slutty girls that I know,” Brett offered. 

“I don’t want a slutty girl,” I refused. “What I want is a slutty guy, but I doubt you can help me with that.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Brett gave a twisted smile before pulling off his shirt, tossing it on the floor, his hairy chest driving me wild.

“What—what the fuck is happening?” my voice quavered. In shock, I watched as Brett began to hike down his shorts, kicking them off. A massive cock, thick and veiny, reached outward from his hairy thighs. “Are you also gay?” I asked hopefully. 

“I don’t believe in labels, Ricky,” my brother declared. “I like sex in all forms. You recall Misty’s brother Dylan, who lifeguarded with me that summer?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, remembering that Dylan was hot as fuck. 

“Well, Dylan liked taking my big dick just as much as his slutty sister,” Brett laughed, giving his hard cock a playful tug. “Maybe even more than her.”

“You—you fuck guys?” I asked, astonished. 

“Sometimes, when I’m in the mood,” my brother reached for me, pulling me towards him. “And I’m in the mood to fuck you, if you want me to pop that cherry for you.”

“Th—th—that sounds good,” I stuttered in disbelief, my wettest dreams suddenly becoming true. 

“How about we take this to my bedroom, Ricky?” Brett asked, standing up, his hard cock stretched perpendicularly from his body as he grabbed me by the hand and led me to his room. “I think we’ll be more comfortable on my bed.”

“You want me doggy?” I asked moments later, stripping down in Brett’s room and climbing upon his bed. 

“Nah, roll over on your back,” my brother directed, climbing between my legs, pushing my knees to my chest. “I want to taste that cunt, get you good and open for me.”

His tongue was suddenly at my hole, lapping at my knotted sphincter. “Jesus, that feels good,” I moaned, running my fingers through his thick head of hair as Brett ate me out. I started to relax, my nerves melting away as his probing tongue opened me up. 

Soon, Brett inserted a finger, followed by another. Deftly, he stretched my orifice, readying it for his big dick. “Fuck me,” I begged, unable to endure the wait any longer. “Fuck me with that big dick.”

Sitting back on his haunches, gripping his big dick in his fist, Brett’s rounded cock head, engorged and dripping precum, made first contact with my wet hole. The initial pressure was a mix of pleasure and pain as my brother initiated penetration. 

“This is gonna hurt,” Brett warned, working inside of me before giving a deep thrust.

“FUCK,” I winced, a flash of pain jolting my body.

“There we go, Ricky,” he looked down at his cock buried inside me. “I just popped your cherry.”

It felt more like my brother had rearranged my insides, his big dick testing the limits of my sphincter, his thick rod pushing against the walls of my bowels. It felt like his entire arm was inside of me, not just his cock.

“You’re so fucking big,” I marveled, my hands gripping his forearms, my sphincter clenching around the base of his cock. “It—it hurts to bad.”

“Just relax, Ricky,” Brett directed calmly, holding still within me. “You just gotta adjust to it, then it will start to feel good.”

I took some deep breaths, willing myself to relax as my brother initiated a series of slow, steady strokes inside me. I had to admit that Brett was right—his big one was indeed starting to feel good. Incredibly good.

“Damn, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” he exhaled, shoving deeper into me, his balls mashed against my hole. “And you’re so fucking tight. I’m gonna have to work hard to not bust my nut so fast inside this tight hole.”

I wrapped my legs around my brother’s meaty ass while he began to rock his pelvis, increasing his pace. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Fucking wreck my virgin hole.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” Brett winked, his meaty hands pushing my knees into my chest, his big cock pounding me harder. The headboard began to hit the wall, the bed springs straining beneath us. Brett’s full weight was upon me, his big cock battering my bowels, routing my virgin depths. 

“You’re so deep,” I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head, my toes curling. He was jackhammering me hard, pummeling the living shit out of my quivering cunt. Sweat was dripping down his hairy chest, his face flush with exertion.

“I’m already getting close,” Brett announced urgently, his cock swelling inside of me. “You want my cum? You want me to shoot this load up your virgin ass?”

“Breed me,” I begged, my hands planted against his hairy chest, attempting to brace myself against his assault, his impending detonation. “Make me yours,” I pleaded.

“FUCK,” he bellowed with a deep thrust that shoved my head into the headboard, his body convulsing. “FUCK—FUCK—FUCK,” my brother continued to grunt, his cock throbbing in my depths, expelling his seed into my virgin void. 

With his balls emptied, Brett collapsed upon me, his sweaty, hairy body pressed into mine. I reveled in the fullness inside of me—his big cock, his seed. But the moment was brief, my brother quickly withdrawing from me. A gaping hole was left in his wake, his pearly load dripping onto the bedsheet. 

“I’m gonna go hit the gym, Ricky,” my brother announced, pulling on a pair of shorts over his wet cock. “You’re welcome to crash in my bed for as long as you want. Your hole might be a bit sore for awhile,” he laughed. “But you’ll feel better in a day or two.”

A rolled over on my belly, balling up a pillow under me. Brett’s scent was all over his sheets, stirring my desire for him again. I quickly fell into a deep sleep, our shared DNA swimming in my bowels.

I awoke hours later, a pair of thick fingers probing my used hole, testing the elasticity of my no-longer virgin cunt. Brett was ready to fuck me again, I assumed. But I was wrong. 

“Your brother wasn’t kidding—you’re tight as fuck,” Dad’s voice was suddenly at my ear, his after-work scotch upon his warm breath. “You want some more dick, son?” Dad asked, his hairy body suddenly on top of me, his fat cock head pushing against my wet hole. “You want another load up your ass, boy?”

“Yes,” I nodded as Dad thrusted into me, vigorously pounding my used ass, forcing Brent’s load out of me with each thrust. “Fuck my ass, Dad,” I begged, gripping the sheets. “Fuck my sloppy hole.”

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

[zazastrikesback]

[twisted-talez]

Lance, my mom’s studly boyfriend, was sitting on the couch when I got home from work. Christ, he was a hottie—the beard, the muscles, the chiseled calves. With his hairy legs spread wide, his massive cock bulging through his flimsy boxer briefs, I knew what he wanted. And Lance knew that I was powerless to resist him.

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