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You still wanna complain about how hot it is in here boy?

“MMMMMPPPHH!!!”

Hehe didn’t think so 😏

“Yeah,” I winced, my eyes rolling back into my head as he plowed deeper into me.

“Happy birthday!” my parents had wished me a few hours earlier as I blew out eighteen candles on a Baskin-Robbins ice cream cake.

“What’d you wish for?” Dad asked.

“Can’t say or it won’t come true,” I replied, suppressing a devious smile, my cock growing hard as I thought about my wish.

“I can’t believe you’re eighteen,” Mom beamed through teary eyes. “My little baby is all grown up and has become a man.”

It was true. In the past year I had put on some muscle and started having to shave more often. But deep down inside, I didn’t feel like a man. I felt like a bitch—a slutty bitch. And all I really wanted for my eighteenth birthday was to get my cherry popped by a big dick. Grindr to the rescue.

I waited until my parents were in bed that night before downloading Grindr. Rapidly setting up an account, I was soon on the hunt for some dick. I didn’t have a car, so I needed someone close enough for me to travel by bike.

I had hoped for a guy my age. Maybe a cute frat guy. But none of the younger guys who were looking for some ass were anywhere near me. It seemed that I was in a cock desert. I was about to give up when I got pinged by a hung, older dude who looked to be nearby.

“Want this big dick?” he taunted along with a pic of a huge cock. My ass started to twitch.

The guy was thirty-five, bearded, and covered in ink. I wasn’t planning to lose my virginity to a guy who was much older than me—but that cock. Fuck. I wanted it up my ass in the worst way. And what could be better than getting my cherry popped by a massive dick?

“You want this cock or not?” his message flashed impatiently on my phone.

“Yes,” I tapped back quickly. “Just give me your address.”

He lived just five blocks away—an easy trip on my bike. Ten minutes later, I was standing on his front porch, nervous as fuck but determined to get my cherry pulverized.

“Shit, man. You’re legal, right?” he asked hesitantly upon opening the door and getting a look at me. “I’m married and don’t need to land my ass in jail for fucking some underage kid.”

“Yeah, I’m legal,” I replied with a nervous laugh. “It’s my birthday today. I just turned eighteen.”

“Jesus, I’m going to hell,” the guy sighed, looking me up and down. He then pulled me inside the house, muttering something about jailbait.

“Bedroom is in the back,” he directed, leading me through the house. The room was dark, but he flipped a switch that flooded the room in light. “I like to see when I’m fucking,” he explained.

On the bed table was a wedding picture of the guy and his pretty wife, the epitome of a happy couple. “Where is she?” I asked, gesturing at the photo as we both stripped out of our clothes.

“She works nights,” he explained, tossing off his briefs, his massive cock fully erect and reaching for the sky.

“Fuckin-A,” I exclaimed, terrified. His huge cock looked much larger than in his Grindr pics. Getting it in me seemed impossible.

“Don’t worry. I’ll use lots of lube,” he replied, sensing my apprehension and grabbing a small bottle off the bed table.

“Uh—have you got any condoms?” I asked, scanning the room upon not seeing any on the bed table.

“Why? Are you ovulating?” he laughed. “Sorry, kid. I only fuck raw. You okay with that?”

I gave a nod, for I was willing to do anything to lose my virginity that night—even if it meant I wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. I climbed onto the bed on all fours, presenting my pink, puckered hole to him.

“No,” he barked, slathering his big cock with lube. “Roll over on your back. I want to see your face while I destroy your pussy.”

I dutifully complied, rolling over onto my back as he climbed onto the bed. He pushed my legs wide, his hands on my thighs, opening up my hole for him. And then he plunged into me with one, deep thrust.

“HOLY FUCK,” I screamed, gripping his muscular, tatted arms, my hole torn in two.

“You a virgin?” he asked, executing a series of shallow thrusts.

“Uh huh,” I gave a pained, red-faced nod in affirmation.

“Shit, man,” he laughed. “Go big or go home, right?”

I was definitely not going home—not until he had fully deflowered me with his load up my ass. The thought of getting seeded by this hung stud drove me wild.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he exclaimed, teeth gritted. “I’m gonna have to go slow or I’ll bust too fast in this tight cunt.”

I was thankful for that, as his big dick hurt like fuck. But after giving me some slow, deliberate strokes, my hole began to accept his big cock. Having him inside me was actually starting to feel good. Really good. But it was only the start.

“How you doing there?” he asked, looking down at his cock as it glided in and out of me.

“Fucking awesome,” I answered, reveling in the fullness inside my cunt.

“Good,” he replied, “because I’m gonna go a bit deeper.” Bracing one of my legs against his muscular chest, his meaty hands holding up his weight on either side of my body, he forced his big cock even deeper inside me.

My sphincter widened instinctively as he began to hammer me with ever increasing force. Jesus, it felt amazing. It was like an out-of-body experience. I thought I was almost losing consciousness, when his voice suddenly broke through to me.

“You said it’s your birthday?” he inquired with a deep thrust.

“Yeah,” I winced, my eyes rolling back into my head as he plowed deeper and harder into me.

“Happy birthday,” he growled, pushing my knees into my chest. “Now raise your ass a little higher and you’ll soon have my gift to you.”

I did as instructed and suddenly he was forcefully jackhammering the shit out of me. The feeling was so intense. I was certain I was on the cusp of blacking out, when he suddenly hit the breaks.

“FUCK,” he grunted, his big cock throbbing inside me as he flooded my guts. I could feel spurt after spurt of his warm seed releasing in my depths.

“Breed me,” I begged, overwhelmed by the sudden warmth in my bowels. As his balls finished emptying, he made one final thrust with his cock before collapsing upon me. I could barely breathe under the weight of him.

“Happy birthday,” he wished me once again in a mocking tone, his breath hot in my ear. “You’re now a man—and a cumdump.”

He rested atop me for several more minutes, his breathing slowly returning to normal, before raising himself up on his arms and withdrawing his big cock from me. A gush of warm cum escaped my cavernous void and flooded the sheet under me.

“Guess I better wash those sheets before the wife gets home,” he announced, pulling on his shorts over his wet, swollen cock. “You better get your ass home before your parents put out an Amber alert.”

I could barely walk as I climbed off the bed and tried to support myself on my wobbly legs. I reached for my clothes, my head spinning with euphoria.

“You’ve got a cunt made for cock,” he praised as he lead me back to the front door. “My wife is a nurse on the night shift over at Fairview General. Bring that tight cunt back any night you want.”

“How about tomorrow night?” I asked as he opened the door for me.

“That’s a good cumdump,” he replied with a devious smile. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

I walked my bike back home, my ass too sore and abused for me to ride it. I was almost to my house when I spotted Dad sitting on the front steps, waiting for me while smoking a cigar. Fuck. I was busted.

“You get yourself some birthday cock?” Dad asked accusatorily in a puff of smoke.

“Yeah,” I conceded sheepishly. “Wait—how’d you know that I’m—?”

“Gay?” he cut me off. “Shit. I’ve known ever since you were four years old and would prance around the house in your mom’s high heels and pearls.”

“Yikes,” I cringed.

“Gay or straight. Pussy or cock. I don’t give a fuck what you are or what you like,” Dad shared. “I just want you to be happy.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I smiled bashfully.

“So, did it hurt—the guy’s cock?” he asked, handing me the cigar as I took a seat next to him.

“Yeah,” I admitted, taking a drag. “He was hung like fuck. It hurt like a motherfucker.”

“Ha!” Dad laughed. “But did you like it?”

“Yeah,” I coughed, handing the cigar back to him. “I fucking loved it.”

“That’s my boy. Or should I say man?” Dad beamed proudly, his arm wrapped around my shoulder. “Happy birthday, son.”

It had been a messy breakup with my boyfriend Carter. And so I found myself needing to find a new place to live in the middle of the semester when Carter tossed me out of his life—and his apartment.

The rental ad in the school newspaper said the place was a garage apartment near campus, $600/month—about $100 over my budget. But I scheduled an appointment with the owner, hoping I could negotiate a lower monthly rent.

“You must be Kurt,” the owner flashed a killer smile when he opened the door to greet me, my jaw dropping to the floor. He was hot as fuck with muscles straining against his white dress shirt, a sexy, shaved head, and a massive bulge in his dark jeans. “I’m Bryce. Let’s give you the tour.”

Bryce explained that he and his wife Beth lived in the main house with their two-year-old daughter Hannah. Beth was already expecting again—this time a boy, Bryce told me proudly.

The garage apartment was perfect for me—clean, lots of light, and fully furnished. It seemed strange that, mid-semester, it was still vacant.

“I love the place,” I shared candidly with Bryce. “I’m surprised it’s still available, being this close to campus.”

“Yeah—well, there’s a reason for that,” Bryce grimaced awkwardly. “My wife—she—she’s somewhat conservative. If you decide to rent from us, she has one major rule—you can’t have girls here.”

“I’m sorry—no girls?” I asked, confused.

“Yeah,” Bryce nodded. “She doesn’t believe in sex before marriage, and doesn’t like the idea of you fucking a girl in here.”

“That won’t be a problem,” I laughed.

“No? How come?”

“I don’t fuck girls,” I answered, locking eyes with Bryce. “I fuck guys. Well—guys fuck me, that is.”

“Really?” responded Bryce, scratching his chin, his eyes traveling up and down my body. “I think we’ve found a loophole.”

The average straight man will exhibit one of two responses when I tell him I’m gay. He will either treat me like I don’t exist, or he will instantly assess his odds of fucking me. Bryce appeared to fall into the latter response—and his odds of fucking me were looking good.

“You haven’t told me why you’re apartment hunting in the middle of the semester,” Bryce prompted, his eyes still appraising my body. “Landlord problems?”

“No—nothing like that,” I assured him. “I lived with my boyfriend—and then he dumped me two days ago.”

“Man, that’s rough,” Bryce sympathized, his meaty hand adjusting his package. “But you know what they say—the best way to get over a guy is to get under another guy.”

And then I watched in shock as Bryce unzipped his jeans, pulling out a thick nine-incher. “You want some cock?” he taunted, his big dick already hard with precum glistening at the swollen tip.

Yes, I wanted some cock. No—I fucking needed some cock. In truth, Carter and I had been fighting for weeks before we broke up, neither of us wanting to fuck the other. And so my neglected hole was well overdue for a good stretching.

“Fuck yes,” I finally answered Bryce, dropping to my knees like a hungry bitch and taking his big dick down my throat.

“Damn, you can suck a dick,” he marveled, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it on the floor as I sucked him. “Get it good and wet, because it’s going up your ass next.”

Dutifully, I slobbered all over that big cock, getting it ready for my hole. My jaw strained to take him to the balls and, thus, I knew he was going to completely wreck my hole with that big fuck tool.

“I think that’s good,” he stopped me, pulling his cock out of my mouth, slapping the side of my face with it. “Now drop your shorts and get on the bed.”

Following orders, I tossed my athletic shorts on the floor and climbed upon the bed. On all fours, my face pressed into the mattress, my ass raised toward the ceiling, I presented my pink, puckered hole to Bryce.

“Fuuuuck,” Bryce moaned, pushing into me, his hands gripping my hips. “I fucking love a tight hole—puts my wife’s pussy to shame. You like this big dick in your tight hole?”

“Mmm, yeah,” I moaned. “Fuck me with that big cock.”

His hands moved to my shoulders, digging into my flesh as he raised my ass, forcing his cock deeper into me. Christ, he felt good inside me—his cock a true hole splitter. Instinctively, I began to rock my pelvis, matching his rhythm as he thrusted deeper and deeper inside me.

“Christ, this is good,” he growled, smacking me on the ass while pounding me harder. “I’m warning you—I haven’t busted in five days. I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“It’s cool,” I answered, gripping the bedspread. “Breed me whenever you’re ready. Fuckin’ seed this hole.”

“What’s that? You want me to cum in you?” Bryce taunted. “You want me to shoot my load up your ass, you dirty cock slut?”

“Yes,” I answered, relishing the feeling of his cock swelling in me, knowing his load was imminent. “Gimme your seed.”

“You’re about to get it,” he announced, his balls smacking my ass, his pace quickening, his breathing intensifying. “Here it comes. Get ready for it—FUCK—SHIT.”

An explosion took place in my bowels, his warm load coating my guts as his big dick throbbed over and over again inside me. Collapsing upon me, forcing my body into the mattress, he remained still as his balls reached empty.

“Damn, I needed that,” he bellowed, pulling out of me abruptly. I quickly rolled over on my back while tightening my sphincter, trying to keep his warm load inside of me. “You feel better now?”

“Better than ever,” I smiled in relief, without a single thought of my ex-boyfriend Carter in my head. A good fucking—and a thick shot of protein in my ass—was just what the doctor ordered.

With his spent cock swinging between his legs, Bryce began to dress, yanking his crumpled clothes off the floor. “Fuck, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” he shook his head in near disbelief while stuffing his big cock back into his jeans. “You think this could become a regular thing?”

“Well—that depends,” I answered, a devious smile on my face.

“Depends? Depends on what?”

“On whether you’ll knock a hundred bucks off the rent for me,” I suggested, an eyebrow raised.

“Shit,” Bryce laughed, adjusting his junk. “I’ll knock off five hundred if you promise to give up that sweet cunt to me a few times a week.”

“You’ve got a deal,” I smiled, leaning back on the bed and opening my legs, giving him a view of my wet, puffy hole. “You want to make it official?”

Bryce was instantly out of his clothes again, his big cock buried in my used ass. After pumping two more loads into me, he offered to help me retrieve my things from Carter’s apartment.

“Who is this dude?” Carter asked me quietly, eyeing Bryce and his muscular body as he loaded my shit into the back of his SUV. “He your new boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” I lied. “And he’s hung like fuck.”