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“I’m—I’m Kirk,” I stammered, extending my hand, my eyes appraising every inch of his glorious body. “We haven’t met yet. I live on the same floor as you and your wife.”

“Reese,” he introduced himself, grasping my hand in an Alpha-male death grip. “And she’s not my wife—she’s just my girlfriend.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I floundered, hitting the elevator button for our floor. “I just assumed you two are married because she looked to be—”

“Pregnant,” he cut me off. “Yeah—she’s six months. Fuck my life, right?”

“Right,” I smiled awkwardly. 

“What’s your deal?” Reese asked, his right eyebrow cocked. “You married, have a girlfriend?”

“Oh—god no,” I laughed. “I’m actually gay and, I know this probably sounds bad, but I have no interest in a long-term relationship.”

“You’d rather just sleep around?” he inquired, eyeing me up and down. “Fuck any guy you want?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged, for he had hit the nail on the head. “Is it fucked up that I prefer random hookups over a relationship?”

“Not at all,” he sympathized. “I was just like you—fucking around a lot—which is how I got stuck living with the bitch I knocked up.”

My jaw dropped at his admission, but before I could say anything, we arrived at our floor, the elevator doors opening. Reese extended his palm outward, signaling for me to exit before him.

“Which apartment are you?” he inquired as we walked down the hall. He was so close behind me that I could feel his warm breath at my neck.

“I’m in 642, just a couple doors down from you and your—uh—girlfriend,” I answered. “Feel free to drop by anytime if you need anything.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Reese replied halfheartedly, his key in his door. “See you around maybe.”

Back in my apartment, I poured myself a glass of wine and queued up the next episode of Severance. I had barely made it to the opening credits, when a rapid knock came at my door. A quick glance through the peephole revealed Reese, still shirtless, his arms crossed over his hairy pecs in an impatient stance.

“You said that I could stop by if I needed anything?” he ventured as I opened the door, his one eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, sure. What can I—?”

But before I could finish, Reese pushed me through the doorway, the door slamming behind us. His muscular arms pulled me into him, his meaty hand traveling down the back of my shorts, searching for my hole.

“What I need,” he hissed in my ear, “is to get my big dick inside you.”

His thick finger pushed into me, probing my hole as he pulled down my shorts to my ankles. We had made it as far as my living room, where he spun me around, bending me over the side of the couch, my face pushed into the cushions. I looked back as he pulled down the front of his shorts, his nine-incher raging hard, eager to be buried in me.

He had removed his finger and was already pushing the rounded head of his cock against the pink folds of my sphincter. Was he intending to dry fuck me?

“Dude,” I begged. “You’re big as fuck. I’m gonna need some lube to get you in me. I’ve got some in my bedroom.”

But he ignored me, hawking a wad of saliva onto my hole, rubbing it into my sphincter with his cock head. And then, grabbing me by the hips—BAM—he was inside me.

“FUCK,” I cried out, my hole torn in two, a white-hot pain blinding me. I hadn’t been spit fucked since losing my virginity to my drunk uncle on a camping trip, his breath laced with beer as he pounded his load into me. And this hurt every bit as much as that time—possibly more. 

“Dude,” I tried to stop him. “Spit on it some more. My hole is too fucking dry.”

Thankfully, Reese complied, pulling out of me enough to hawk a second wad of saliva onto his thick shaft before pushing back into me. The additional spit helped, his cock gliding easily inside me, routing my depths. It had been awhile since I’d taken a cock that big, and I reveled in the fullness inside me.

“You like my ass?” I implored, seeking affirmation from him. “You like having that big dick in me?”

“Shit, man,” he exhaled, delivering some deep strokes. “It feels fucking incredible. It’s been a long time since I fucked a dude. I’d forgotten how much better it feels—how much tighter.”

“And you can cum in me,” I added, his balls slapping my ass. “Shoot that load up my ass.”

“Fuck that’s hot,” he replied, pounding me harder.

He raised himself onto the balls of his feet as he tilted my ass. The angle was incredible, his cock pounding my inner sphincter. His hands wrapped around my torso as he bent forward, pulling me into him, our bodies pressed together. Over and over he pummeled me, his sweaty, hairy chest rubbing against my back, his thick beard scratching my shoulder, driving me wild.

“OH FUCK,” he announced urgently, his big cock swelling inside me, pressing against the walls of my fuck canal.  “OH SHIT—I’m gonna shoot—FUCK—SHIT.”

His body convulsed, his cock throbbing inside me, his warm load shooting into my depths. I wondered if it felt the same for his girlfriend when he dumped his load in her, his seed charging to her womb, germinating inside her. Comparatively, his swimmers would experience a futile mission in my barren bowels.

“Damn, I needed that,” he pulled out of me abruptly, slapping me on the ass while his pearly cum streamed from the gaping cavern that was once my hole. 

“You’re welcome to clean up or shower, if you like,” I offered, my face still buried in the couch cushions, my ravaged body immobile. “There’s soap and towels in my bathroom.”

“Nah, I’m good,” Reese shrugged, pulling up his athletic shorts, stuffing his wet cock back into them as he returned to my front door. “See you around, bro.”

Weak on my legs, I ambled to my bedroom, crashing onto my bed. As I drifted off to a blissful, post-coital sleep, his load still leaking from me, I wondered if Reese might want to fuck me again soon. I didn’t have to wonder for long.

I was pouring myself a cup of coffee the next morning, my abused hole still puffy and sore, when another rapid knock came to my door. The peephole revealed Reese once again. 

“You interested in a quick fuck before I head to work?” he pushed inside my apartment as I opened the door, dragging me back to the couch. “I work better if I can dump a load before I start my day.”

“We don’t have to fuck on the couch,” I implored, as he bent me over the side again. “Wouldn’t you rather fuck me in my bed—with some lube?”

“Your bed?” he scoffed, hawking a wad of spit onto his big cock. “Why would I want to do that? I’m not your fucking boyfriend.”

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

After a year and a half of working as much overtime as I could and spending as little as I could on non-essentials, I had enough money set aside to get a place of my own. I'd been looking at some decent starter homes and with what I had, I was able to put a down payment on a little cottage. It wasn't much, but it was a place of my own.

I couldn't move in fast enough once the paperwork cleared. My folks were proud of me but I think they were more excited to be back on their own again.

I got settled in with my stuff as I made little adjustments to make the place mine. It took me a little while, but by the second month I felt like I was driving home at the end of the day. My life was finally heading in the right direction.

I managed to meet the folks in my neighborhood, a middle class grouping that basically kept to themselves. Friendly and caring with the exception of Mark Jackson. He is a retired fireman who lives alone as well, not because he's ugly but has a seriously foul attitude about other people. He didn't like kids, loud young adults, non white folks and definitely none of those queers.

You can imagine he was absolutely thrilled to see my rainbow flag waving from my front porch. Oh well. It figures. The one guy in the vicinity that I found attractive would be the bigot from hell.

He wasn't overtly rude to me, he just refused to interact with me. I can handle that.

I lasted seven months before I had to have someone to talk to. So on a Friday night, I headed out to the Richard's, the local bar and gathering spot for the gay community. Hadn't been there since my days in college but it hadn't changed that much. Some of my old friends were there and they promptly hooked me up with an attractive gym bro who could actually spell his own name, which is Kevin.

I decided, or rather my pecker decided, that he didn't need to be a rocket scientist. He had my full attention when he introduced himself to me. I discovered that he was intelligent as well as handsome. When he went to get us drinks a friend informed me that he had a nice thick member or so the stories all hinted.

Two dates later I was able to confirm the rumors. Mmmm.

It took a month before we started talking about moving in together to see if we were compatible. Needless to say, the little blue Honda parked in my driveway had the neighborhood gossip vine working overtime. By the end of the month after he moved in, we had been invited to three different homes for dinner, just to get to know us better.

Kevin naturally charmed the neighbors and everyone wanted to know the handsome muscle guy who moved in with that nice gay man. Even Mark was interested. I think he upset that the fag got a man who was fucking attractive. Perhaps his animosity has something to do with some latent feelings?

I warned Kevin about the bigot, but he just took that as a challenge to his likeability. Thus things went for a couple years; I worked at my office job maintaining computer codes that kept our supply warehouse running and Kevin was the assistant coach for the high school athletics dept. Monday through Friday we worked hard and on the weekends we played even harder.

I discovered that Kevin had a fetish for being submissive and we ended up joining a leather group where he could be the submissive in a social setting. You'd never know it to look at him based on his appearance, but then it goes to show that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

This bit of private play was kept separate from our professional lives as this could cause serious problems if parents knew that junior could very well develop an alpha attitude and work his coach like a slutty cheerleader. Although that was one of our special fantasies we played out in our bedroom. For the most I ended up being the top to my stud's bottom, but we swapped roles every so often.

I never really thought of myself as a top before but I had an epiphany while talking to my folks on the phone and I was suddenly the recipient of one of the best blowjobs ever. I don't know how I managed to not give myself away, especially when I came while mom was talking about her ladies group having a yard sale, although dad just grinned at me the entire time we were there for Sunday dinner.

Now the thing about the fantasy roleplay was that it opened up a new side of me as well. I found myself imagining Kevin being dominated by some alpha bastard who decided that he wanted to sample the skills of my sexy baby. I found myself getting rock hard just thinking about it. This would become a new outlet when I jerked off during the day. Boys will be boys.

During the month of April as school was having its last big push before ending for the year, something terrible happened. Kevin's Honda broke down. We got his car to a garage to be repaired, but they didn't have access to the parts they needed. It was going to take a whole week before they'd be in.

This was a problem as my office was on the north side of downtown, and the high school was on the southern edge of the city, where most of the residences were. Kevin and I worked practically the same shifts so carpooling was out of the question since neither of us could be late for the whole week, and I often got held up fixing some broken code which had to be done or shipments and payments wouldn't be done.

Kevin flipped on his can do attitude and took a stroll through the neighborhood to see if he could talk anybody into helping out. While he did that I set about cooking our dinner. By the time I was rinsing the spaghetti, I heard the front door closing as Kevin came strolling in with a smile on his face.

I asked how his mission went and he grinned as he told me that he found someone who was willing to help out all week. He said he wanted to get to know us better but didn't know how and this would give him a chance to talk with me.

I just looked at him and asked if he was talking about Mark and Kevin just nodded in the affirmative. I just told myself that maybe I misread the fellow and haven't given him a fair evaluation.

That Monday as I walked to my car, a white pickup pulled into our drive and tooted the horn. I looked and sure enough it was Mark. He just glared at me until Kevin came bouncing out the door. Mark turned a hundred eighty degrees and started smiling as my baby climbed into the front seat. I watched them leave as I climbed into my car and headed off to the warehouse.

Mark's pickup was backing out of the drive as I got home that night and I saw the window sticker on the cab for a fireman's organization right above a blue and black flag sticker. Nice. He belongs to both the firefighters and the police organizations. I saw him give me a scowl as he stared at me in his mirror before driving off.

When I got inside, I found Kevin sitting in his chair with a quiet look upon his face. I asked if everything was okay and he just smiled and said that things were good. I hugged him before kissing his full lips and going into the bedroom to change.

The next day was a repeat with Mark giving me the stink eye until Kevin came outside and his tune changed in an instant. I saw Mark rest his right arm on the back of the bench seat as Kevin climbed in and Mark just stared at me, daring me to say something. I felt like I should be nervous, but I didn't know why.

That night I had to work over as a new company began service with us and there were many errant codes between them and our system. I got home two hours late and found Kevin napping on the bed. I picked up his discarded shirt and took it to the laundry room when I discovered the dried on mess across the front of it. Wow, he must have had a hard day. I tossed that in the washer and started a load after adding a few other bits of work clothes.

On Wednesday I watched Mark climb into Mark's truck and Mark literally looked me in the eyes as he lowered his arm from the seat back and clasped Kevin across the back of his shoulders. I saw Kevin startle and look up at me as Mark backed out of our drive. The hackles on my neck were irritated watching this.

I decided I was going to take off early that day and go pick up Kevin myself. I called the school to let Kevin know I'd be there to get him, but the secretary informed me that he had already gone home early. Said he wasn't feeling well.

I made a plan to head home and as I was turning down an industrial street, I saw a familiar white pickup ahead on the right. I drove urgently to catch up to Mark so I could see what he knew.

He seemed oblivious to me, even though we were the only ones on the street. At the stoplight, I pulled even with him and honked. He startled at the sound and looked over at me. I could see his ruggedly handsome face draw into a sneer at the interference into his little world.

When he saw who it was, surprisingly, he actually smiled. He was driving hunched over with a grin on his face as he stared into my eyes. I started to roll my passenger window down when he lowered his right hand into his lap and grabbed something. He lifted the head of someone who was giving him road head.

I'll be damned! The nasty old fucker was getting his freak on! As he moved his left arm out of the way, I saw the face who was doing such a good job that he was lost in his own little world. It was Kevin.

Mark held him by his short hair as he pushed him back onto his dick. Kevin was busy sucking the neighbors cock and obviously had been for a while. Mark waved at me as he drove off, leaving me at the light trying to figure out what I had just seen. My baby was currently sucking off the bastard who treated me like scum because I'm gay.

I thought about racing up there and giving him a piece of my mind. But then I thought about what I had seen and Kevin wasn't be forced to do anything. He was actually more in shape than Mark so he could've just told him to get bent.

Somehow Mark had figured out that Kevin was a sub and decided to press his advantage. I decided to grab a coke at Mickey D's before heading home. This would give me time to cool off before I said something I would regret. Also, it gave my pecker time to calm down after seeing my man being used as a fucking cum dump.

When I pulled in the drive, I saw the pickup parked in front of our garage. Empty. Great, this means that I've got a powder keg waiting for me inside.

When I got inside the house I found Mark seated in my chair with Kevin kneeling in front of him rubbing his bare feet. As I stepped around them, I heard a gruff voice tell me that he was glad that I finally knew that my man found him so much more of a man. He could stop this fucking car play shit even though he did enjoy it a bit.

He preferred getting his head from a proper position of authority with his sub bitch kneeling at his feet. And I was just about to check if my boy had been faithfully wearing the butt plug I gave him because I'm going to fuck his ass whether he is ready or not.

At this point Mark snapped his fingers and Kevin stood briefly before removing his pants and underwear and dropped back to his position on the floor. He bent over the coffee table so his master could inspect.

Sure enough there was a dark blue butt plug jammed up his ass. Mark chuckled his approval as he grabbed it by the base and wiggled it, causing Kevin to respond.

"Oh, fuck yeah, I'm going to replace this with what's been draining into your belly boy! Full insertion in both ends!"

Then he instructed Kevin to release his python and get it hard so he could penetrate into that tight muscular ass. In disbelief, I saw Kevin firmly open the fucker's pants and lower them to the floor. Of course he wasn't wearing any underwear and a semi hard prick sprang into view.

Holy fuck, the old man was packing! Had to be at least eight inches and was as thick as a red bull. I bet this gave you more than a pair of wings!

Kevin bobbed his mouth on the chunky monster as it filled out in girth until Mark told him that if he wanted to use lube he better get it. I saw the nervous look in my man's eyes as he raced to our bedroom. Mark just chuckled as he watched how much control he had over Kevin.

As Kevin ran back to his spot he dropped to pour some lube in his hands as he then applied it to the scary cock jutting from Mark's crotch. I listened to the squelching noise from Kevin's fingers as he made sure the pole was well lubed. Mark grinned as Kevin stood and added some more lube to the stretched hole in his backside. Then he faced me as lowered himself onto our neighbors hidden flagpole.

As Kevin lowered his ass over the throbbing head in Mark's lap, I heard him take a sharp breath as the hole must've been breached. Mark reached up and placed his strong hands in Kevin's shoulders as he forced him onto the majesty of his thickness. Mark gave Kevin a sharp smack on his ass cheek as the bouncy flesh slid down his erection. Mark growled at the sensations his cock was experiencing while Kevin quietly whimpered in pain from the massive cock spreading him open further than he ever had been.

Once Kevin reached full insertion up his backside, he paused as Mark turned his head to the side and kissed him for reaching his goal. After they had their tongue battle, Mark decided it was time to finally seed that hole and claim it as his own.

He gripped Kevin around the waist and lifted him so that his cock was being suctioned out of the cavern he finally entered, giving him just as much sensation as the prior entrance. Kevin groaned but he was now along for whatever ride Mark was going to take.

He was lifted up until the tip was just inside and then Mark let go of the hips and let gravity do its job. As Kevin slid back down on the greased pole, both men let out contented sighs. A few more times of this method and Kevin was able to slide along the mighty pecker without horrendous pain, but rather a tingling feeling which filled up his need for being fucked.

Mark stood without detaching from Kevin as he turned him over the side of the chair before beginning to fuck him like a true slut. Deep forceful thrusts met with a quick withdrawal, only to be repeated. Mark was definitely in his wheelhouse and Kevin was being dominated like he had never been before.

As the older man fucked away he smiled as he told me how easily he sussed out that my boyfriend, who gave the appearance of a macho top was indeed a bottom that needed fucking by a real man. I figured that out on Monday afternoon when I placed his hand on my unit to let feel just how big I am. When I let go and he didn't I was sure of some fun.

Yesterday your partner followed unspoken directions to pay his proper respect and suck my cock until I finished. I made him blow me for five miles and then for an additional fifteen minutes in your driveway. I was hoping you'd come home to find him where he belongs, between my legs. But damned if you didn't fuck that up. I came all over his face and shirt I was so pissed.

Then this morning I gave him the butt plug because I planned on doing this tonight. And sweet Jesus, his ass is gripping my cock like it's holding Excalibur. The fact that your just sitting there watching tells me you either have no fucking back bone or are a cuck and craving to watch a real man claim your man for his own. And to that I say, your wish is my command.

Then he gripped Kevin from behind, driving his arms up and under with his own. His bit down on his shoulder as his hips began shaking and his legs froze while he was deep inside my baby. I heard a monotonous droning as he was overcome with sensations during his ejaculation into Kevin's ass.

When he regained some composure he kissed Kevin's cheek before telling him he was now only daddy's boy. He's full of the best cum he's ever gonna get and will continue to be so whenever Daddy decides to bestow another load in him. You got that, boy?

Kevin, with excited eyes replied yes, Sir!

Mark asked him who fucked him the best he's ever been?

Kevin replied that it was definitely him.

Mark chuckled and told him that he was damned right! And who owns that bussy, now?

Kevin just hugged and kissed Mark as he replied that he did.