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"Who... Who are you?" I asked in shock. My voice sounded higher than I expected and it was like a squeak.
He looked at me with a smirk on his face. That was kind of a 'what are you trying to show here'-look. "You must be Tina's brother, right?"
"Yeah, I am... And youβreβ¦β
βMikeβ
βYeah, rightβ¦β, I recognized the name. My sister told about dating some guy but I hadnβt seen him before. Our parents were in vacation for two weeks, so Tina probably decided to invite him home tonight.
I stood still unable to look away from his massive arm with thick veins running down them. Mike probably noticed that, cause he curled him arm, bringing his veins into move and making his bicep grow even bigger. I felt the bulge growing in my pants.
βHavenβt you seen a real man before?β Mike winked at me and continued peparing his shake.
βSorryβ¦ I didnβt want to make you feel uncomfortableβ
βHahah, uncomfortable?!β, β he gulped his shake and approached me, leaving just a few inches between us, β βYou really think it makes me feel uncomfortable when a little boy appreciates my gains?β He looked down at me with a grin on his face.
My face was on the height of his upper chest and I could smell a ripe taste of his sweat. It was an odor of masculinity and superiority, which was making me weaker and more horny. Suddenly I felt a hand on my crotch. Although my dicklet had already got hard and grown up, Mike easily encircled my cock and balls with his big paw and pressed them together β I moaned in pleasure.
βSeems like somebody is pretty arousedβ¦β, he squeezed my balls making me almost cum. He then patted my on the cheek. βGood boyβ, he smirked.
Then Mike squeezed ony bulge once again and released it. He moved his other hand from my face down onto my shoulder and pressed my down to my knees. I looked up at him, begging him for mercy with my eyes. I was aware about what would happen next.
βYour sister donβt like giving me head. But a little fag like you would do anything to satisfy a real man, am I right?β he looked at me questioning.
I nodded βyesβ. I had my mouth opened in awe and was looking up at Mike. He seemed so big and powerful towering over me.
He grinned and spit right into my mouth. It felt so humiliating but I swallowed it and licked my lips.
βGo on, boyβ

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βHey, bro,β the jock approached me at the gym. βMy buddies on the weight benches over there wanted me to ask you something.β
βYou wanna know if Iβm a faggot?β I surmised.
βHaha. No,β he laughed. βWe could tell that just by looking at you. We wanted to know if you take it up the ass? Not all fags do.β
βYeah, I love it up the ass,β I conceded eagerly. βBut the sauna at this place is busy right now. Just before closing is best if you guys wanna tag me in there.β
βNah, man,β he demurred. βNot here at the gym. We want to fuck you at our house.β
βYou guys all live together?β I inquired.
βYeah. Weβre fraternity brothers,β he answered with a sly smile.
βHoly fuck. You mean youβre gonna tag me at your fraternity house?β I asked in disbelief. βI thought shit like that was urban legend.β
βYeahβitβs for real, bro,β he laughed. βWe love having a cum dump around to bend over for us. Weβre having a party tonight, if you want to bend over for us.β
βDefinitely,β I agreed. βJust tell me where.β
βSigma Epsilon Chi house,β he informed me. βBe there by 9 pm so we can get you set up in the basement. Oh . . . and plan to stay through the weekend. A lot of us are backed up since the incident with our last cum dump.β
βWait. What happened to him?β I inquired hesitantly. βSomething bad?β
βUh . . . donβt worry about it,β the frat jock dismissed while looking askance. βHeβs supposed to make a full recovery. Just be at our house by 9 pm, okay?β
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
βYou wanna grab a hammer and help me pound out this drywall?β asked Bubba, looking hot as fuck in his tighty-whities as he prepared to replace the rotted wall above the kitchen window, a cigar gripped between his teeth.
βIβd rather you pounded me with that hammer between your legs,β I answered directly, my eyes on his bulge.
βDamn, boy,β he laughed, his briefs tenting. βYouβre as dirty as your mama.β
Bubba had moved into the dilapidated house across the street from my mom and me about a month earlier. Mom first spotted him from our front window. He was shirtless and making trips to his truck as he removed piles of neglected shit from the house. With his beard and muscular bod, I thought he was hot as fuck. And I wasnβt the only one to notice.
βLooks like that burly man is gonna fix up the place,β Mom announced, her gaze fixed upon him. βI should bake some cookies to take over there, welcome him to the neighborhood.β
Mom hadnβt baked cookies for anyone, including me, since Dad walked out on us more than five years ago. Two hours later, Mom clicked her way across the street in a pair of high heels that hadnβt seen the light of day in years, carrying a warm plate of Toll House cookies. She returned an hour later, her hair mussed up at the back of her head, her lipstick smeared, and her legs unsteady as she hobbled back into the house.
Mom started going over to Bubbaβs a lot after that, always with some muffins she baked, or a slice of her meatloaf, or a jar of her chicken soup. And an hour later, she always hobbled back home, sweaty and disheveled, a button sometimes missing from her blouse. It didnβt take rocket science to know they were fucking. I just wished I had the nerve to go over there and offer myself up to Bubba, like Mom. Luckily, she would solve that problem for me.
βBubbaβs renovating his kitchen,β announced my mom one Saturday morning. βIβd like you to go over there and help him.β
βDo I have to?β I protested, not wanting to appear too eager about spending a morning ogling Bubba up close.
βYour daddyβs not around to teach you these things,β Mom replied. βPlus, I want Bubba to get to know you. If I play my cards right, he just might be your new daddy.β
βMom, I donβt need another daddy,β I groaned. βIβm eighteen for Chrissake.β
βStop back-talking me and get your ass over there,β Mom commanded. βAnd you better promise to be helpful to Bubba.β That was an easy promise, as I planned to be extra helpful to him.
Bubba answered the door in a pair of sweaty, tighty-whities, the outline of a thick cock protruding at his crotch. His hairy chest was matted with sweat and flecked with bits of renovation debris. βCan I help you?β he asked in a puff of smoke, a cigar gripped between his teeth.
βIβmβuhβBilly,β I introduced. βMy mom sent me over to help you.β
βYour mom?β he asked incredulously, eyeing me up and down. βWho the fuck is your mom?β
βSharon,β I answered as he stared at me blankly. βUmmβthe one youβre fucking.β
βShit, boy,β he laughed. βYouβre gonna have to give me more than that. Iβm fucking half the bitches on this street. Itβs like fuckinβ Desperate Housewives around here.β
βThe lady who brings you all the food,β I replied, gesturing to our house across the way.
βAhhβthe one with the big tits,β he smiled satisfactorily. βSure, boy. Youβre welcome to help me out. Iβm demolishing the kitchen, if you wanna come in here and join me.β
Bubba led me through the torn-apart house. Through the living room, I could see into his bedroom with nothing but a mattress on the floor and a big bottle of lube next to it. I got hard imagining myself on the mattress, on all fours, with Bubba plugging me from behind.
βWhy are you in your underwear?β I asked, trying not to stare at his package.
βThe AC is out,β he shrugged. βItβs much more comfortable to work like this. And it looks to me that youβre not the type to have a problem with that.β
I lowered my eyes and turned three shades of red in embarrassment as we finally entered the kitchen, which looked like a war zone. Bubba grabbed a hammer, intending to repair some rotted drywall above the kitchen sink.
βYou wanna grab a hammer and help me pound out this drywall?β he asked, the cigar still gripped between his teeth.
βIβd rather you pounded me with that hammer between your legs,β I answered directly, not seeing any reason to hide my intent since Bubba clearly had my number.
βDamn, boy,β he laughed, his briefs tenting. βYouβre as dirty as your mama.β
βI bet you I can get even dirtier,β I taunted.
βYou ever had a dick up your ass, boy?β Bubba asked, placing his cigar on the remains of the kitchen counter before pulling me toward the bedroom.
βYes, sir. Iβve been fucked many times,β I lied. The only thing Iβd ever had up my ass was a hot pink dildo with corroded batteries that I had fished out of my momβs bathroom trash.
βWell, I hope you like it rough,β he warned, pushing me down on the mattress in his room. βBecause I donβt play nice when Iβm fucking ass, you hear?β
βYes, Bubba,β I answered, sliding down my shorts as he greased up his cock with a couple of pumps from the bottle of lube on the floor. I turned my head briefly and got a glimpse of a massive cock swinging between his legs. He had to be ten inches or more. Fuck.
His hand was suddenly on the back of my head, pushing my face into the mattress. βRaise your ass a little higher,β he instructed. βYeah, thatβs good. Thatβs the angle I like when I fuck faggots like you.β
I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against my puckered hole. His hands went to my hips. And with one, quick thrustβWHAMβBubba was inside me, tearing apart my virgin hole.
βFUCK,β I screamed, biting the nasty, cum-stained sheet that was under me.
βYeah, boy,β he jeered. βTake this big, fuckinβ cock.β
The pain was excruciating at first. It felt like Bubba had shoved a baseball bat up my ass. Tears flooded my eyes, but I wasnβt about to give Bubba the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I took some deep breaths as he continued to pound my hole and, suddenly, the pain began to subside. There was a rhythm to his madness and, once I gave into it, his big cock began to feel good inside meβreally good.
βYou gonna take my cum?β asked Bubba as he pummeled my hole, his hairy balls slapping against my smooth ass.
βYes, sir,β I answered. βI want you to seed this fuckinβ hole.β
βSpoken like a true cum dump,β Bubba praised. βAnd youβre about to get my cum.β
He was jackhammering me hard, thrusting into me at a violent pace. My hole felt destroyed, and I wondered how much longer I could endure his assault. Mercifully, Bubba soon began to emit a low growl that grew in intensity until he was grunting out his load inside me.
βFUCK,β he bellowed, his body quaking on top of me. βTake this fuckinβ nut.β I then counted tenβelevenβtwelve blasts of cum as Bubba flooded my guts with his warm load. My knees gave out and Bubba collapsed upon me, his sweaty body pressed into mine. βDamn, you gotta a hot cunt on you, boy,β he grunted breathlessly, his cock still buried in my depths.
And thatβs when we heard itβthe shattering of glass. I turned my head to the doorway and could see my mom standing there, a plate of Toll House cookies broken at her feet, the shards of glass littered amongst the crumbled cookies.
βI baked yβall someβsome cookies,β Mom stammered. βThe front door was unlocked, so I let myself in when no one heard me knocking, and then I saw you two . . . fucking,β her voice trailed off before she turned on her heels and ran out of Bubbaβs house, her hand covering her face.
βWhat the fuckβs got into her?β Bubba asked, pulling out of me, his cum gushing out of my wrecked hole.
βSheβs upset,β I explained. βShe thought that maybe you could be my new daddy.β
βShit, boy,β Bubba laughed, rising from the mattress and pulling on his briefs over his wet cock. βYou can call me daddy the next time we fuck. That kinda shit turns me on.β
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