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“I just busted your second hole” my buddy Chaz breathed in my ear, his thick stache tickling my cheek as he ravaged my hole with his massive cock upon the hotel bed. He had breached my inner-sphincter, my eyes rolling back into my head. “I bet your wife can’t do that with that latex strap-on she pegs you with,” he laughed mockingly, his meaty hand gripping my neck. 

Chaz and I weren’t supposed to be sharing a hotel room. There had been a mistake when our company booked us for a three-day financial conference in Chicago, and we were forced to share a room. Most straight guys like me would never agree to sleep in the same room as an openly gay dude, but I didn’t mind because Chaz was my friend and I trusted him to not exploit the situation. 

Chaz was the only gay guy on our all-male team of financial planners at work. It wasn’t easy for him, trying to fit in amongst the guys with his ear piercings and often over-the-top demeanor. But Chaz was stellar at his job, proving his merit in a boys’ club that possessed all the toxic masculinity of a frat house on a Saturday night.

Sadly, the other guys in the office often ostracized Chaz, never inviting him for lunch, golf, or beers after work. I felt bad for him, and so I made an effort to befriend Chaz despite the snickers from the other guys behind my back. 

“You’re not weirded out that we are the only two guys on the team being sent to the conference in Chicago?” Chaz asked with concern when we were given our orders. “A lot of the guys in the office already think we’re fucking just because you have the decency to talk to me.”

“Fuck those homophobic assholes,” I replied. “I’m a happily married man. I have no reason to fear their gossip and insinuations. Being work buds doesn’t make us fuck buds.”

“That could be arranged,” Chaz winked. 

“Yeah, right,” I laughed. “I know I’m not your type. You’ve shown me the photos of all those Grindr twinks you fuck.”

The fact that we could joke about our differing sexual orientations allowed me to have no concern when I was forced to share a hotel room with Chaz in Chicago. I trusted him completely to not make a move on me. But did I trust myself?

The first day of the conference had been exhausting. We had taken an early-morning flight and then suffered through a painful round of sessions. There was a cocktail party and then a dinner, followed by a keynote speaker who droned on endlessly. By the time Chaz and I got back upstairs to our hotel room, all I wanted was a hot shower. 

Chaz was sitting on the edge of his bed, hunched over his phone, when I emerged from the bathroom freshly showered, a flimsy hotel towel wrapped around my waist. A series of pings emitted from his phone as he tapped at the screen. 

“You playing a game?” I asked. 

“No, but it often feels like a game of cat and mouse,” Chaz laughed. “I’m actually on Grindr looking for some ass to fuck.”

“Wait—you’re gonna invite some random guy here to our hotel room—to fuck?”

“Calm down,” Chaz raised his hand to subdue me. “I’m not going to fuck some dude in front of you. I’m looking for a guy who can host, which is proving to be almost impossible.”

“I’m sorry,” I offered feebly. 

“If you were truly sorry, you’d drop that towel and let me mount your ass on this bed,” Chaz laughed in jest. “But I know you’d never take a dick up your ass.”

“Don’t be so sure,” I admitted, the three martinis from the cocktail party still working their magic on my inhibitions. “I’m not as innocent as you think.”

“Wait—what?” Chaz gasped. 

“Jesus, I’ve never told anyone this,” I exhaled, taking a seat next to Chaz on the bed. “My wife likes to peg my ass with a strap-on,” I confessed. “She enjoys the power dynamic. We saw an intimacy coach when our sex life was in the toilet after our kids were born, and he suggested we try pegging to sort of flip the script. My wife loves it.”

“But do you love it?” Chaz asked. “Taking a fake dick up your ass?”

“Yeah—I do,” I admitted freely. “I had to warm up to it at first, but I quickly learned that it feels really good. I’ve had some of the best orgasms of my life with that fake dick up my ass.”

“Have you ever thought of taking a real dick up your ass—you know, one that wasn’t made of latex?” Chaz inquired. 

“Yeah—I have,” I acknowledged, reaching for his crotch, rubbing his hard cock through his pants. “I’ve thought a lot about taking your cock.”

“Oh yeah?” Chaz smiled deviously, undoing his pants. “I should warn you that I’m a lot bigger than some six-inch strap-on that your wife uses on you. I’m hung like fuck.” 

The dude wasn’t kidding. 

“Holy fucking Christ,” I gasped as Chaz pulled out his cock. It was easily north of nine-inches, thick and veiny, crowned with a huge mushroom head that was already leaking precum. 

“You still want this big dick up your ass,” Chaz taunted, slapping that big piece of meat against his open palm. “You don’t have to take it, if it’s too big for you.”

“No—I—I want it,” I stammered, still in awe of its magnitude. “I want you to fuck me with that big cock.”

“You ever sucked a man’s cock?” he asked, swiping up the precum running down his shaft and forcing his finger into my mouth. A luscious taste of salty and sweet coated my tongue, whetting my appetite for more. “You ever had a dick down your throat?”

“No,” I admitted, reaching for his cock with my hand, bringing it to my lips. Chaz allowed me to lick up and down his thick shaft and then suck on that massive head before he grabbed the back of my head and forced his big cock down my throat. I gagged on it, unable to take it all the way.

“Don’t worry about that,” he laughed, extracting his cock from my throat. “I’m not looking for some head tonight. I want to fuck your ass.”

I then watched as Chaz stood up from the bed and removed his clothes, his big dick maintaining a rock-hard erection the entire time. He then rifled through his toiletry kit in the bathroom, producing a small bottle of lube. 

“How does your wife peg you?” he asked, greasing up his cock with lube, pumping it with his fist. “I bet she prefers missionary.”

“Yeah,” I confirmed. “She likes to look in my eyes when she’s pegging my ass.”

“Then roll over onto your stomach,” Chaz commanded. “We’re gonna play it a bit differently for you tonight. I want you to feel the weight of my body upon you as I wreck your hole from behind.”

Obediently, I opened my towel, discarding it on the floor before rolling onto my stomach. I was ass up on the bed, my hole presented to Chaz for his domination. 

“Fuck, you’ve got a pretty cunt,” Chaz marveled, climbing on the bed behind me and spreading my ass cheeks. His face was suddenly in my butt crack, his stache tickling my hole, his tongue probing at my orifice. 

“Christ, that feels good,” I exhaled as Chaz licked and sucked at my puckered sphincter, getting it ready for his big dick.

“I take it your wife doesn’t eat your hole before she pegs you,” Chaz assumed correctly. “I could eat your ass all night, but I’m more in the mood to fuck.”

And then I felt it, Chaz’s muscular body upon mine, his hairy chest pressed into my back. His rounded cock head was soon pressed against my hole, my sphincter bracing against the intrusion. And then with a swift thrust, Chaz was inside me. 

“FUCK,” I screamed, my voice echoing against the walls of the room as Chaz went balls deep in my void. “You’re so fucking big.”

“You’re just realizing this now?” he laughed, playfully biting my ear as he routed my fuck canal. He was employing a series of deep strokes, already exploring far deeper than my wife’s strap-on had ever been. 

“Is this your first time?” I inquired, my novice hole still on fire. “You know—your first time fucking a straight guy like me?”

“Hardly,” Chaz laughed openly. “If it wasn’t for straight guys, I wouldn’t have gotten laid as often as I did in college. Those frat boys sure love bending over when you get a few shots of tequila in them.”

He was pounding me hard, his hairy body slamming into me over and over. It was nothing like being pegged by my wife. The brutality of having a man inside of me, dominating me with his big cock, forcing me to submit to his animalistic desire, was a huge turn on. 

“Raise your ass,” Chaz commanded me. “Open that cunt for me.”

And then it happened. As I tilted my pelvis, raising my ass slightly above the mattress beneath me, I felt it. Chaz’s big cock pushed impossibly deep within me. There was a sudden change in pressure that felt like the pop of a champagne cork, another portal opening within me. 

“I just busted your second hole,” Chaz breathed in my ear, his thick stache tickling my cheek as he ravaged my quivering hole. He had breached my inner-sphincter, my eyes rolling back into my head. “I bet your wife can’t do that with that latex strap-on she pegs you with,” he laughed mockingly, his meaty hand gripping my neck. 

He was right. I had never been routed so deep. The sensation was incredible, my toes curling, waves of pleasure consuming my body as Chaz proceeded to fuck the living shit out of me. 

“You like being fucked by a real man?” he asked, his muscular arms sliding under my body, pulling me into him. “And not some fake dick attached to your wife?”

“Yes,” I croaked, nearly unable to breathe under his weight upon me, his balls slapping my hole with each deliberate thrust. “Your big cock feels so good inside me.”

And then I felt it—his cock expanding inside my fuck canal, his balls beginning to throb against my hole. Chaz was about to bust his nut in me and, in that moment, I had never wanted something more in my life than to take his seed. 

“You ready for my load?” he demanded urgently, battering my bowels. “You ready for me to breed this quivering cunt?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Fucking breed me.”

“FUCK,” he growled deeply, a cum bomb detonating inside me. I could feel every shot of his load as his big dick pulsed inside of my bowels, spewing his seed into my deepest recesses. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt, his body writhing atop me, consumed by the throes of an epic orgasm. 

Chaz stayed within me long after his orgasm had ceased, the last of his seed expelled from his balls. “Are you still hard?” I asked in disbelief. 

“Yeah,” he laughed. “I can go multiple rounds before going soft. I hope you like this big cock inside you, because it’s going to be a long night.”

Chaz dumped three more loads in me that night. We skipped the morning session of the conference and fucked our brains out, finally emerging from our hotel room for lunch. I returned home to my family three days later a changed man, my ass sore but completely fulfilled. 

My wife and kids threw their arms around me at the front door, welcoming me home. “I’ve missed you,” my wife kissed me. “I’m really wanting to peg your ass tonight,” she whispered in my ear seductively once the kids were out of range. 

“Yeah—about that,” I replied. “I’ve decided we’re gonna need to get you a bigger strap-on. I want the largest size available.”

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“Christ, Dad,” I groaned, waking up to my hairy dad standing over me, all up in my face. “Turn off the fucking light. I’ve gotta be up early for work.”

“Sorry to wake you, son,” he whispered, beer on his breath. “I can’t find your lube. I need to borrow it.”

“It’s on the counter,” I motioned toward my bathroom. “My Fleshlight is in there, if you want to borrow it again. I cleaned it out.”

“Nah. I—uh—I’ve brought someone home from the bar,” he admitted sheepishly, grabbing the lube from my bathroom.

“In that case—there’s condoms in the drawer,” I offered. “The last thing you need is to knock up some bitch.”

“Thanks, but I don’t think he’s ovulating,” Dad joked.

“Wait—he?” I asked, shocked. “You brought home a guy to fuck?”

“Yeah” he shrugged. “I thought maybe I could be more like you and all the guys your age. You know—sexually liquid.”

“You mean sexually fluid, Dad,” I corrected.

“Yeah—fluid or whatever,” he laughed openly at himself. “And it’s not like your mother would ever let me near her back door. Now’s my chance to try it.”

“Then go for it,” I encouraged. “Is the guy hot?”

“Yeah—he’s cute. He’s around your age. But don’t read too much into that,” Dad winked as he turned out the light and retreated to his room with my lube in hand.

I had just started to doze back to sleep when I was awoken by a rhythmic banging—the sound of Dad’s headboard hitting the wall. Christ, Dad was giving it to the guy.

“Mmm, yeah. Fuck my tight hole,” I could hear the guy moaning. “Fuck me with that big cock.”

After my parents divorced, it wasn’t unusual for Dad to bring home some bitch to fuck. I was over eighteen, so I understood his need to get his rocks off now and then. But never had I heard my Dad fucking with such intensity. Growling like an animal, my dad had morphed into a fuck machine. And I had to give props to the guy giving his ass up to Dad, taking his big dick like a true power bottom.

“You want my load?” I could hear Dad barking urgently through the wall. “You want me to cum up your ass?”

Instantly, I could hear Dad grunting like a wild boar, dumping his load while the guy moaned, “Yeah, seed my fuckin’ hole.”

They were soon quieted, with soft sounds of post-coital pillow talk muffled through the wall. I had been edging myself slowly while listening to Dad’s fuck fest. It was time to finish myself off and then get back to sleep. But just as I started to get into a rhythm, I could hear someone in the hallway. Dad was soon opening my door, his big dick hanging between his legs, all wet and glistening.

“You still up?” Dad whispered.

“Yeah. It’s not like I could sleep through all that ruckus,” I complained in jest.

“You wanna fuck him?” Dad asked, ignoring my jibe. “When I told him that I have a son, he said we can tag his hole. You game?”

“Fuck yes!” I exclaimed, jumping out of bed. “You think he’ll let us DP him?”

“DP? What’s that?” Dad inquired, his head cocked to one side.

“I’ll show you,” I replied, leading the way to Dad’s room and finding the guy ass up on the bed, eagerly waiting for us to mount his sloppy cunt.

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“I’m almost done,” the police officer stated as I entered the men’s room, his thick cock in his hand, aiming his golden stream into the dirty urinal. Christ, I wanted him. The macho demeanor. The hairy, muscular arms. The buzzed head and scruffy face. The big bulge in his uniform pants. I was accompanying the officer that day for the precinct’s ride-along program, but the only thing I wanted to ride was his big cock. 

“I’m Officer Cooper,” he had introduced himself earlier that afternoon when I met him in the lobby of the police station. I tried to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor, my eyes appraising every inch of this hunky man. “You must be Ryan,” he extended his hand cordially. 

“Yeah, I’m here to ride you—shit—I mean, I’m here to ride with you today,” I stammered as he crushed my hand in his meaty paw. 

“Sounds good,” Officer Cooper smiled, ignoring my Freudian slip as he released my hand and examined the ride-along form that I had submitted. “It says here that you’re riding along with me today for a class you’re taking?”

“Uh—yeah,” I nodded. “I’m in a criminal justice class at Springdale Tech this semester, and we can get extra credit if we go on a ride-along.”

“You think you might want to go into law enforcement?” he asked, his eyes appraising my scrawny body. “Wear a badge like mine some day?” 

“I dunno—maybe,” I lied. 

“Well, I had no clue what the fuck I wanted to do with my life at your age,” he chuckled. “So you’re already one step ahead of me by checking out the police force.”

Officer Cooper went over some basic rules with me as we drove off in his squad car, explaining the common 10 codes that I might hear over the radio. I tried to pay attention to him, but his bulging package was too much of a distraction as I wondered how I could get his big cock in me. 

We soon had two calls. A code 10-37 for a burglary turned out to be a man climbing through his own window when he’d lost his key. And we were sent to an apartment complex for a code 10–16, a domestic disturbance that turned out to be nothing more than a couple having really loud sex. 

Things were kind of slow after that, so Officer Cooper treated me to coffee and donuts. We were sitting in his squad car, enjoying our treat, when he got a personal call on his phone. 

“I told you I’m scheduled 3 to 11 today,” he hissed into the phone. “I can’t watch Hannah. It’s not my night, and it’s not my fucking problem if you’ve got a date with some douchebag.”

“Fucking cunt,” he spat upon ending the call. “Sorry you had to hear that,” he turned to me. “My wife and I just got a divorce and we’re still working out the custody issues with our daughter.”

“I’m—I’m sorry to hear that,” I offered feebly. 

“The only thing I’m sorry about is that I didn’t wrap my cock when I knocked up that fuckin’ bitch on our second date,” he spat. “Would’ve saved me from nearly ten years of fucking misery. Never raw dog a bitch, you understand me?”

“I don’t need to worry about getting a girl pregnant,” I confessed candidly. “I’m gay.”

“Oh yeah?” Officer Cooper turned his head towards me, his eyes appraising me. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as gay,” he stated unconvincingly. 

“My parents are divorced,” I tried to offer some empathy. “So I know what it’s like. My dad was a mess the first year until he got on Tinder and started getting laid again.”

“Tinder,” Officer Cooper spat. “Between my night shifts on the force and taking care of my daughter on the other nights, I don’t have time for Tinder. The only action my cock sees anymore is my right hand,” he pumped his open fist, making the sign for jacking off. 

I wanted to offer up my ass to him right then and there. But I was too afraid that Officer Cooper would beat the shit out of some brazen faggot who had the nerve to proposition a cop in his own squad car. And so I remained silent as we each sipped our coffee in silence. 

“I gotta piss,” he announced, slipping the car into drive, pulling out onto the roadway. “This coffee goes right through me.”

We were soon at Memorial Park, a run-down city park just up the road. Officer Cooper quickly parked the squad car next to the graffitied public restrooms. “You need to drain the vein?” he asked as he got out of the car. 

“I’m—I’m good,” I hesitated as he closed the door. “I’ll wait here in the car.”

What the fuck was wrong with me? Officer Cooper had practically invited me into the men’s room with him. He knew that I was gay. And he confessed to being in need of sex following his recent divorce. I just needed to follow him into that men’s room and offer up my ass to him. 

“I’m almost done,” he stated as I entered the men’s room, his thick cock in his hand, aiming his golden stream into the dirty urinal. 

Wordlessly, I positioned myself in the adjacent toilet stall that was opposite the sinks. Leaving the stall door open, I dropped the back of my shorts, presenting my eager ass to him. Time dragged at an excruciating pace as I listened to his diminishing stream before the urinal flushed. The moment of truth had arrived. 

“Christ Almighty,” he cursed upon finding me, my ass ripe for the taking. “I should’ve known you were after this big cock,” he unzipped himself, his big dick stretching perpendicular to his body. “Is that what you want, bitch? This big cock up your ass?”

“Yes,” I planted my hands on the wall above the toilet, my knotted hole begging to be pulverized. “Fuck me with that big cock, Officer. Fucking wreck my cunt.”

I listened as he hawked a wad of saliva onto the head of his cock before pushing it against my sphincter. His meaty hands gripped my hips, pulling me into him. And then—WHAM—Officer Cooper was inside of me. 

“Jesus, you’ve gotta sweet cunt on you, boy,” he marveled, thrusting deep inside me. “I can’t remember the last time I had pussy this good. You like this big dick up your ass?” he queried. 

“Your big cock feels so good inside me,” I moaned, riding that thin line between pleasure and pain. My hole was on fire, and I desperately needed more spit. But I gritted my teeth, not wanting to jeopardize the intense fucking that Officer Cooper was delivering to my bowels. 

“Yeah—open that cunt for me,” he directed with his hand on my back, pushing my upper body lower as he raised my ass. Instantly, his big dick slid further into my recesses, my eyes rolling back into my head as he pounded my inner-sphincter. 

Christ, the man was a fuck machine, hammering my quivering cunt with brutal force. He was punishing my hole with all of his frustrations—his bitch of an ex-wife, his inability to get laid following his divorce. All that anger was directed at my hole, and I was loving it. 

Officer Cooper moved his hands to my shoulders, altering his angle once more. His balls smacked my ass repetitively, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls. He was grunting hard, his breathing intensifying, his cock swelling within me. The dude was about to cum, and there was no turning back. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” he announced, his balls throbbing against my hole. “You ready for my nut?”

“Breed me,” I begged. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“FUCK,” he grunted loudly, his body convulsing as he flooded my guts. His big dick pulsed over and over, spewing his warm seed into my depths. “FUCK,” he grunted one last time, thrusting deep within my cummy void as his balls finally reached empty. 

“I wondered if you were gonna offer up your ass to me,” he confessed while pulling out of me, a gaping hole left in his wake. “I didn’t want to say anything at first, but I had pegged you as gay fairly quickly.”

“How did you know?” I asked, reaching for some toilet paper, trying to stem the deluge of cum that was gushing from my wrecked cunt. “Am I that obviously gay?”

“Well, you shake hands like a six-year old girl,” he laughed boisterously. “And you also order coffee like one. A mocha frappe with whipped cream and extra chocolate sprinkles? No straight dude orders that.”

But before I could respond, Officer Cooper dislodged his radio from his belt. “All units—we gotta 10-71 in the men’s room at Memorial Park. I repeat—a 10-71 in the men’s room at Memorial Park.”

“Code 10-71? What does that mean?”

“That means we gotta dude bent over taking dick in a men’s room,” he smacked my ass. “I hope you’re in the mood for some more cock, boy. Like me, most of the guys on the force are often hard up for a warm hole. You’re gonna have a long night ahead of you.”

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