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“Are you fucking crazy?” I objected. “Mom could catch us.”

“She’s washing her hair, so she’ll be awhile,” he countered. “Plus, you know I never last long inside you.”

Frank had married my mom when I was in the 10th grade. I was attracted to him from the start—the hairy body, the sexy beard, the gruff demeanor, the gravely voice. I had been raised by a single mom, so it was no surprise that I had daddy issues. And it didn’t help that my mom and I were attracted to the same type of guy.

The fucking was a recent thing. Frank waited until I was 18 before making his move on me, I’ll give him that. We never talked about my sexuality. I was still fairly closeted, but he had to have seen the signs. And he must have suspected that I was attracted to him. 

Mom was away for the week when it first happened, visiting her sister in Toledo. “Why don’t you sleep in my bed tonight?” Frank suggested late one night as we finished watching an old James Bond movie. “I get lonely when your mom is away.”

I knew what to expect, what was going to happen—and I wanted it. We were side by side in their king bed, laughing about something funny that happened earlier in the day, when Frank turned off the bed lamp and promptly rolled on top of me, his hard cock pressed against me. His tongue was in my mouth, his beefy body dominating me, consuming me as he pulled off my briefs. 

Pushing my legs apart, he fingered some lube into my hole, and soon his thick cock was inside me as my nails dug into his back. Rocking his load into my virgin cunt, his hairy belly rubbed against my hard cock with each thrust, driving me wild. He rolled off me when he had finished, his seed spilling out of the gaping void he left behind. He thanked me for giving myself to him. And then we both drifted off to sleep. 

We started fucking a lot after that. It was like when I first discovered jacking off—I couldn’t get enough. Frank never explained why he suddenly preferred my ass over my mom’s pussy. I had my theories, but the reasons didn’t really matter. All I knew was that I liked being Frank’s new fuck toy—a toy he played with a lot. 

Frank fucked me every time that Mom left the house—a trip to the grocery store, or getting her hair done, or when she volunteered at church. We looked for any reason to send Mom out on errands.

We had to seek out creative locations for when Mom was at home. One time, Frank railed me in the men’s room of the city park down the street. Another time in the storeroom of the hardware store where he worked. Twice in the bathroom of the ice cream shop where I worked. And five times in the backseat of his car, parked behind an old, abandoned gas station, the windows steamy with our hot breath. 

We fucked in many risky ways and places, often close to getting caught. But we had never fucked in a motel room with my mom in the shower less than 20 feet away. 

“Come on,” he pleaded, rubbing his tenting briefs. “It was a long drive today, and you know I’ll sleep better after dumping my load in you.”

“Fine,” I acquiesced, slipping off my boxer briefs as he climbed between my legs. “Just please be quick.”

Frank didn’t even take the time to remove his briefs, instead pushing the waistband down below his balls, freeing his beer can cock. He spat on my puckered hole—our usual bottle of lube unobtainable in his toiletry kit in the bathroom. 

“More spit,” I winced as he began to push into my dry hole. He obliged by hawking another wad of spit onto his cock head, sliding in easily at that point. 

“Fuck, I love your pussy,” he exhaled, his hands on my thighs, pushing them wide apart. “I fucking needed this so bad.”

“I know,” I sympathized, reaching up to stroke his hairy chest and belly as he thrusted rhythmically. “Your cock feels so good inside me.”

“Pinch my nips,” he ordered, his full balls smacking my ass. “You know it always gets me there fast.”

I complied, feeling his cock growing harder in me, seemingly swelling to double in size. He picked up his pace, pushing my thighs even wider, my ass raising so he could breed me deep. His breathing intensified. 

“SHIT,” he gasped, trying to suppress his usual bear grunts as his cock pulsed inside of me, spewing its warm seed in my depths. 

Frank collapsed on top of me, his balls depleted. I stroked the downy fur on his back as he stayed inside me, holding his body close to me as his breathing subsided. 

He pulled out quickly when we heard the shower turn off. Frank yanked up his briefs, stuffing his spent cock back into them, as I scrambled for my boxer briefs. 

Mom soon emerged in a cloud of steam from the bathroom, a scratchy motel towel wrapped around her. Frank and I quickly turned our attention back to Sports Center, acting like nothing had happened. My hand rested upon a viscous wet spot that we had left on the sheet. 

“I just need some panties,” Mom announced, rummaging through her suitcase before tracking back to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Whew, that was close. 

“Why did you have to pick a college that’s 500 miles away?” Frank asked rhetorically, his hand rubbing my bare leg softly. “I’m going to miss the hell out of you after we drop you off tomorrow. Promise you won’t forget me once you start bending over for all those horny frat boys.”

“I won’t forget you,” I assured Frank, which was true. I was going to miss his thick cock, the feeling of his hairy body rubbing against me as he seeded my hole, his strong arms holding me close to him. 

But honestly—the idea of bending over a cum-stained couch in a fraternity house basement, taking a line of cock, was fucking awesome. And, thanks to my stepdad, my hole was more than ready for it. 

“No—uh—my girlfriend and I are from Little Rock,” I answered, gesturing to Tricia in her bikini as she sunbathed in a lounge chair on the opposite side of the pool. “We’re headed out to California for her sister’s wedding.”

“Your girlfriend,” he chuckled under his breath, appraising me with his eyes. “Thought maybe she was your sister.”

“No—she’s my girlfriend,” I doubled down, annoyed at his insinuation.

“If you say so,” he shrugged. 

“Where—where are you from?” I asked, trying to get off the subject of Tricia.

“I’m headed back home to Nashville. That’s my Harley over there,” he gestured to his bike at the far end of the motel parking lot.“I’m Gunner,” he held out his hand.

“Jake,” I squeaked, my hand crushed by his meaty paw. “Wow—your bike is a beauty,” I admired it from afar.

“Thanks. I’m on my way back home from a biker convention in Vegas. Thought I’d quit the road early today, take a dip in the pool, and then maybe dip my stick in a warm hole,” he looked over at Tricia. “You two like to play with others?”

“Oh—uh—no,” I stammered, flustered by his indecent proposal. “My girlfriend isn’t into that kinda scene.”

“No worries,” Gunner locked eyes onto mine. “Your tight hole will do just fine.”

“Me—? But I’m not—”

“Spare me,” he laughed. “From the way you were checking me out as soon as I came out to the pool, practically salivating over me, I could tell you’re the type of boy who’s had a dick or two up his ass.”

Was I that transparent? My mind flashed back to the summer before I met Tricia, when I was backpacking solo through Europe. Every night was a new hostel, and a new cock up my ass—sometimes several. I thought of the German football team in Munich who stuffed me with their thick bratwurst, filling me up with their Bavarian cream. I couldn’t walk right for two days. How had this Harley man seen that in me?

“Fine,” I admitted. “I’ve taken cock before. And I think you’re hot as fuck. But dude—my girlfriend is here. I can’t play around under her nose.”

“Sure you can,” Gunner insisted. “You just gotta get creative.”

“I—I really can’t,” I insisted. “Tricia and I saw some whores turning tricks over by the diner earlier today,” I gestured across the street. “Why don’t you fuck one of them bitches?”

“I’ve already had my share of whores in Vegas,” he laughed, adjusting his package under the water. “I need me some tight, boy cunt now.”

“I still don’t think—”

“Come by my room after your girlfriend is asleep tonight,” he offered. “I’ll leave the door unlocked. Like my Harley, I promise a bitchin’ ride.”

“Okay,” I acquiesced. “I’ll try.”

“You better,” Gunner admonished, climbing out of the pool, the outline of his big cock protruding through his wet swim trunks. “I’m in room 12, by the ice machine. The door will be unlocked.”

“Who the fuck was that?” Tricia asked, when Gunner had departed. “What were you two talking about?”

“Nothing,” I lied. “Just some Harley dude. He was telling me all about his stupid bike and all the whores he fucked in Vegas.”

“Gross,” Tricia scrunched her face. “I saw him checking in earlier when I went to get some ice. His room is right next to ours, and he kept eye fucking me as I walked by him. Creepy, old pervert.”

The fact that his room was right next to ours was a huge problem but, in some fucked up way, it made me want to get fucked by Gunner all the more. I loved risky sex—taking cock in back alleys and gas station men’s rooms. And so the idea of getting my ass plowed in the next room from my girlfriend was a huge turn on. 

And then there was Gunner himself. Jesus, he was hot with all the muscles, tattoos, and man fur. And from the ample bulge in his swimming trunks, I could tell the dude was packing. I hadn’t had some daddy dick in a long time, and I knew Gunner would certainly deliver a bitchin’ ride—like he promised. I was determined to give up my ass to him.

I waited until Tricia was asleep that night, softly snoring on the other side of the bed. I grabbed my runners, thinking I could say I couldn’t sleep and had gone for a late-night run should Tricia wake up and find that I was missing.

As Gunner had promised, the door to his room was unlocked. He was naked on the bed and slowly stroking his hard cock while watching pay-per-view porn on the TV at a low volume, a blonde bitch with big boobs getting railed by two hung guys. 

Christ, he was hung. His cock looked to be easily nine inches, thick, and veiny. His massive rod was crowned by a bulbous mushroom head that was going to hurt like fuck going in me. All of it rested atop a set of hairy, goose-egg balls that slid up and down as he slowly jacked himself. 

“Strip down and climb on it,” Gunner ordered, applying a fresh coating of lube to his cock from a small bottle on the bed table. “I’ve got a big load in these balls for you.”

Obediently, I shed my clothes and took my place on the bed with him. Straddling him, my skinny legs on either side of his meaty thighs, I rested my hands on his shoulders and began to lower myself onto his big dick.

“Fuck,” I winced, the tip of his fat cock head breaching the outer folds of my cunt. “You’re so fucking big. I need to go slow so that it doesn’t—”

“FUUUUUCK,” I screamed as Gunner grabbed me by the hips and forced me down on his cock, ramming his rod up my ass in one, violent thrust. “JESUS—FUCKING—CHRIST.”

“Sorry,” he apologized without sincerity. “But the best way to get a cock like mine up your ass is to just rip off the bandaid.”

I hated to admit it, but Gunner was right. Though the pain was excruciating at first, after a few deep breaths, I found my sphincter relaxing, accepting the sudden fullness inside of me. 

“You good now?” Gunner asked, eager to get the party started. “You ready to be fucked?”

“Yeah,” I exhaled, grinding my hole against his balls. 

“Good,” he smiled, his hands still at my waist. “Now ride this big, fuckin’ dick.”

Before I could make a move, before I could even begin to use my legs to raise myself up and down on that big cock, Gunner dug his meaty hands into my hips and began to bounce me up and down on that big dick. I felt like a kid being jostled upon Santa’s lap—his thick candy cane shoved up my ass. 

“That’s it, bitch,” he grunted, his hips getting in on the action, my ass smacking against his hairy thighs as I bounced atop him over and over again, his hairy balls slapping my sphincter. “Ride this big, fuckin’ dick for me.”

Jesus, it felt good. His pace was unrelenting, his huge cock reaching depths inside of me that had never been explored. I had never been fucked with such intensity. I was certain that it would be a quick ride, given his vigor, but the dude’s stamina was ridiculous. I lost all sense of time, bouncing up and down on that big cock, my eyes rolling back into my head. It was like being in a trance.

But then Gunner surprised me, pulling me back to reality. Wrapping his muscular arms around me, he pulled me into his hairy body and, through some sort of gymnastic feat, managed to flip me over with his big cock still buried deep inside me. 

Suddenly, I was flat on my back, Gunner’s weight atop me, as he pushed me into the headboard and shoved my legs above my head, my ass pointed at the ceiling. Gunner raised himself onto his feet atop the mattress, and began to pile drive the shit out of me up against the headboard. 

“FUCK,” I screamed, my body contorted, my head hitting the headboard over and over, which then banged loudly against the wall with each thrust that he delivered into my quivering cunt. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I begged. “Fuck me with that big dick.”

“Yeah? You like Daddy’s big dick up your ass?” Gunner taunted, jackhammering me at a breakneck pace, sweat dripping off his hairy body and raining down upon my face. “You want Daddy to seed your hole—shoot his big fucking load up your ass?”

“YES, DADDY,” I screamed, completely forgetting that Tricia was sleeping in the next room. “CUM IN MY PUSSY.”

I could feel Gunner’s cock swelling inside me, pressing against the walls of my fuck canal. And then I felt it—his balls throbbing, his cock pulsing. 

“FUCK—FUCK,” he began to grunt, over and over again, his big cock unloading inside me as he continued to pile drive my ass up against the headboard. “Yeah, bitch—take my fucking nut.”

His body convulsed, his load spewing in my depths. It felt warm in my bowels, his seed spreading out inside of me, conquering my void. 

“Shit, I needed that,” he exhaled, pulling out of me, a drop of cum dangling from the tip of his spent cock and free-falling onto my face. “I’m gonna hit the shower,” he announced, climbing off the bed, his wet dick swinging between his legs. “You can go back to your girlfriend now,” he laughed.

I pulled on my clothes as I listened to Gunner getting into the shower, the sound of water coursing through the pipes. The porn on the TV was still playing, the blonde bitch taking a facial from one of the hung guys while the other plowed her pussy. Lacing up my runners, I exited Gunner’s room and returned next door to my own room, his warm load squished between my ass cheeks.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Tricia demanded as soon as I entered. She was sitting up in bed, her arms crossed over her breasts defiantly. 

“I—I—I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a run,” I stuttered, terrified that I was busted. “Is—is everything okay?”

“No—everything is not okay,” Tricia spat vehemently.  “I haven’t slept a wink in the last hour.”

“What—what happened?” I froze, just waiting for the accusations to begin. 

“That creepy Harley dude in the next room was fucking one of those whores we saw by the diner,” Tricia reported. “I thought his bed was going to come through the wall, the way the headboard kept banging over and over again. And the damn whore was screaming her head off, begging for him to cum in her pussy. What a stupid bitch.”

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