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yer girl gets so fukkn wet watchin this. then, one day, she caught u strokin while u watched.
âCoach - Â I donât understand - I - â
âShh Tyler, just look into my eyesâŚâ
That was the voice of the Coach, slowly but surely seeping his way into Tylerâs mind who looked up at him and could barely speak among the blubbering thoughts that screamed at him to run away, out of the locker room, drowned as drool slipped down his pink lips.Â
Tyler had only wanted to come to Coach and ask him why Drew was made to be captain of the football team this year and not him. But in his brash anger, he never paused to think why Coach would still be in his office, seemingly busy and bustling on a Friday night when so many students and teachers had already left at this late hour.
Now Tyler continued looking up, helpless to stare into Coachâs eyes, whenever he blinked, there was just the finest moment of clarity but when the eyes opened again, his cock throbbed.Â
He could see the handsome shirtless man with a dusting of silver hair sprinkled over his muscular body slowly began to approach him, the eyes growing larger and the black pools that formed pits that drew Tylerâs mind even deeper.
âTyler I think youâd look better on the floor,â came Coachâs voice, his words reverberating around the room and growing louder, even the sounds of everyday paraphernalia simply being washed away by a tide of touch, as Tyler could feel his Coachâs fingers hooking under his jaw, forcing him to look up from the manâs eyes once again. He was being pulled so deep by his coachâs voice and those dark eyes that bore into his skull, that he felt his face reaching closer.
âN-No, CoachâŚI-I shouldâŚUhhâŚâ Tyler found himself moaning as he heard Coachâs deep chuckle coming on after, the fingers moving up to caress him as he felt Coachâs large hand pulling his head in closer. Already his hair was changing, as his cap fell off and his hair started to become shorter and turn darker from its usual blonde.
âAww Tyler, no need to resistâŚJust listen to my voiceâŚfollow my eyesâŚâ The Coach was so powerful. So strong. Tyler just needed to listen. Tyler just needed to follow thoseâŚeyes. âMaybe you should worship me on your way downâŚThatâs itâŚA little closerâŚâ Tyler moaned, murmuring as he felt his head being brought closer and closer slowly towards Coachâs sweaty and heaving chest. âThatâs it. Good boyâŚStick out your tongue.âÂ
Tylerâs body followed Coach without even waiting for him, his tongue automatically sticking out as he began licking at one of Coachâs chest, the touch was electric, from the fingers that touched the back of his head to the tongue that swiped Coachâs nipple and caused him to moan and shudder, sending ripples of pleasure down Tylerâs body.
âMmmfuckâŚCoachâŚâ Tyler moaned, starting to sink lower both in mind and body as his own cock got harder as he grew closer to Coachâs own. The black shorts could barely keep back Coachâs bulge, as he felt his face fast approaching it. âJustâŚwanted to beâŚCaptainâŚâ Tyler moaned before he began licking at Coachâs crotch, fishing to get the length into his mouth through the shorts as it throbbed against his lips and Coach moaned, his grip growing tighter.
âGoodâŚTyler, just keep going,â grunted Coach as one hand began teasing with the strap of the shorts, beginning to lower it ever so slightly. âYou ready for the real thing?â
âMhm,â Tyler moaned, still licking and lapping at the bulge.
âMhm what?â
âMhm Coach.âÂ
Tyler wasnât ready for the shorts to suddenly slip away as Coachâs massive cock slipped past his lips and he began sucking it. All his surroundings darkened, fading away to nothingness as all he could see was himself and his towering Coach, on his knees and still continuing to worship Coachâs cock, feeling it throb in his mouth.
âHere we go boy, if you want to be Captain so bad, then have this,â said Coach as with one last throb, a wave of cum started to sprout out of the large head of Coachâs cock and it just wouldnât stop, and it didnât need to.
Tyler found himself drinking each and every drop that flowed through his throat and into his body, his swelling body that continued to grow more and more as he was powered up by the cum of his own Coach that made him feel so good. It was almost as if his eyes were like spirals as it started with his own neck, growing broader by every moment.
âOh thatâs itâŚYouâre coming along nicely,â urged the Coach, as the cum kept flowing and Tyler continued growing, his muscles inflating slowly as if he was something that needed to be filled fully.Â
He continued watching as the hands that massaged Coachâs legs began lengthening, growing longer and able to wrap themselves around the manâs muscular thighs as his own biceps more bulbous. The electric tingling of Coachâs touch spread all around as with the more cum inside him, the more he felt Coach was touching him all over from the inside.
As he continued his great gargantuan growth, Tyler felt the instinct to be scared, to be afraid of what was going on as his heart thundered, his
FuckâŚcanât keep growingâŚ
He swallowed another load of cum and felt all his clothes creak as his shoes splattered from his large feet as the toes instantly decimated the front and the soles of his feet pushed through the soles of his shoes.
But god it feels so goodâŚ
So good to obey CoachâŚ
So good to grow for CoachâŚ
âThatâs right, keep growing, keep listening to my voice.â Coach urged as load after load of cum continued to rocket itself down Tylerâs throat, wiping away his memory in some mind wiping away his name and all that he was, creating this blank canvas where his body continued to contort and grow.Â
The cum flowing down directly into his stomach where it almost burned with a passion as sweat trickled down Tylerâs chest and he groaned, still looking up into Coachâs dark eyes that allowed him to obey as his chest was dominated by nothing more than muscle.
The previous lean body of Tyler was no more, much like his own mind it was being cleared away and replaced with something far better as a ripple travels down his bare stomach and he canât stop himself as his skin too stretches from his own growing torso that accommodates the great biceps and broad thighs that he now possesses.
âComing along so well, TylerâŚJust obeyâŚObey and growâŚâ
ObeyâŚ
Tyler swallowed what felt like the final load.
GrowâŚ
Tyler felt the last of his new six pack of abs forming into his stomach, the ridges being carved and crafted so deep it felt impossible by human standards to have them be so perfect, almost as if some great carver or craftsman made them exactly that way. Proportionate enough to seem real but large enough to feel so fucking good, Tyler and Coach both thought at that moment, their mind syncing up as Tyler continued to obey and received the biggest reward for it as his face began changing.
His lips left the cock, as his face expanded slightly like the rest of him but never once showed any signs of fat, his jawline still staying intact and if anything only appearing more visible as his facial hair disappeared. His glazed eyes grew to a lighter blue, as his features all grew out and seemed chiseled to perfection much like his own musculature.
Coach helped him to his feet as he wanted to do nothing but grab at his own great length but saw how it was strapped in the remnants of his clothing that wasnât torn asunder, a beautiful yellow thong.
âNow your name isnât TylerâŚâ
âWha-â
âItâs Travis, and I think Travis youâre going to be a good Captain, arenât you?â
Tyl- Travis felt his cock throb as Coachâs hand ran down his abs.
âYeahâŚâ Travis said absent mindedly.
âYeah what?â said Coach.
âYeah, Coach.â
âGood boy.â Coach smiled at that and snapped his fingers, letting the new captain Travis enjoy the best part. âCum.â
Travis felt his cock throb and cum begin to flow over all over himself in his thong, already beginning to feel his body creak once more and start sweating as he could feel his muscles beginning to grow once more, and he couldnât even begin to think as he started to grow another couple of inches and he could see his cock begin to tear his thong.
Travis was definitely going to to be Coachâs new captain now, and he couldnât thank Coach enoughÂ
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Chevronâs going to have to buy him a bigger shirt.
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What a NORMAL, cool American male looks like.
Hey fag, buy my underwear so you can sniff while I cum down your girl's throat.
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Fuck, he was hot. Dapperly attired in a stylish tuxedo, his hair slicked in place. He slowly sipped a tumbler of scotch on the hotel room balcony, his eyes fixed on me. I knew that lookâthe look that says: Get on your knees and suck my cock, faggot.
It was supposed to be my day off. I had taken a summer job at a golf resort after my first year of college. I worked the front desk at the main club house, but sometimes picked up extra shifts babysitting for families with young kids.
âI need you to babysit today, Greg,â my boss had texted that morning. âWith the wedding at the club house this afternoon, we have six families needing sitters.â I had wanted to play a few rounds with some friends that day, but the babysitting gigs paid even more than my usual front desk job. Thus, I agreed to help out.
âYou must be Greg. Thanks so much for coming,â the dad greeted a few hours later as he opened the door to their hotel suite, his two-year-old daughter in his arms.
Jesus Christ, the dad was hot. Dark hair, square jaw, smoldering eyes, and a muscular body straining against the slim cut of his tuxedo. He couldnât have been more than a few years older than me. Already dressed for the wedding, all I wanted to do was get him out of his tuxedo.
âIâm Heath . . . and this is Bella,â he continued, introducing me to the little girl as we made our way into the suite. âI must say we were a bit surprised to be assigned a male babysitter. Do you do this kind of thing often?â
âYeah,â I replied, ignoring the inference that only a faggot would babysit kids. âItâs part of my job here at the resort, and I enjoy playing with kids.â I wanted to add that I also enjoy playing with hot guys, like him.
âWorks for me,â Heath stated, placing Bella in front of the TV. âWeâve brought her favorite DVD of The Little Mermaid. Sheâs in an Ariel phase and will watch it over and over again, so you wonât have to do much while weâre gone.â
âJust be sure to put her down for a nap in an hour,â Heathâs gorgeous wife added, breezing into the room in a stylish dress suitable for a summer wedding. âMy pearls,â she said to Heath, handing a double strand to him. She was as attractive as her husband, and I instantly imagined them having killer sex. Fucking breeders.
âI suppose weâll be off,â Heath announced, clasping the pearls behind his wifeâs neck. âText me if you have a problem. My number is on the desk.â And then they were gone.
Bella proved to be as easy as promised. She watched another hour of The Little Mermaid and then quickly settled down for a nap. Inspired by my lusting for Bellaâs hot, muscular dad, I pulled out my phone and began to scroll through Tumblr for images of some muscle studs worthy of a quick âbate session in the bathroom, when I heard the card key in the door.
âDid you forget something?â I asked, shoving my phone in my pocket as Heath entered the suite. He was alone, having left his wife at the wedding reception downstairs.
âIs she asleep?â he asked in a whisper, ignoring my question and gesturing to the bedroom where Bella was napping. ďżźďżź
âYes,â I replied softly as Heath poured himself a scotch from the minibar and motioned for me to follow him out onto the the secluded balcony. âIs something wrong?â I asked when he had closed the sliding door behind us.
Heath made no answer. He slowly sipped his scotch, his eyes fixed on me. I knew that lookâthe look that says: Get on your knees and suck my cock, faggot.
I looked down at his crotch, his cock growing and straining against the zipper. I then raised my eyes to his, whereupon he gave me a silent, approving nod. Instantly, I dropped to my knees and unzipped his pants, freeing a thick eight-incher with a fat cockhead.
âChrist,â Heath gasped as I took his big dick down my throat throat. âI knew you were jonesing for my cock as soon as I opened the door today,â he shared, resting a hand against the back of my head. âAnd I knew Iâd somehow get this cock down your throat. You like this big dick?â
âMmm hmm,â I answered, keeping his cock in my mouth. He had placed his scotch on the balcony rail and moved both hands to the side of my head, face fucking me hard. Tears streamed down my face as he gagged me and battered his fat cockhead against my tonsils.
âFuck, you know how to take a throat fucking,â he admired, gripping my head like a vise as he used my mouth, making it a worthy substitute for his wifeâs pussy. I reached up to feel his balls mashed against my chin. They were tight, readying to expel his seed down my throat.
âOh SHIT . . . here it comes,â he roared fiercely as he thrusted one last time, his hands once again on the back of my head. âDAMN,â he grunted, his cock throbbing and pulsing as his nut shot down my throat. He held me down on his cock as I turned red faced and gagged, struggling to swallow his load.
âFuck,â I gasped, struggling to breathe when he finally released me, saliva and cum dripping down my chin.
âDamn, dude. You sure as fuck know how to suck a dick,â he praised.
âThanks,â I replied wiping my chin with the back of my hand.
âSo . . . you got a room or something here at the resort?â Heath inquired, stuffing his wet cock back into his pants.
âYeah, we all stay in the staff cabins,â I replied. âTheyâre just past the tennis courts.â
âCan I come fuck you there tonight?â he asked. âAfter my wife and Bella are asleep. Would you like that?â
âYeah, that sounds hot,â I replied. âBut Iâve got a roommate.â
âIs he into dick, like you?â Heath questioned, picking up his scotch and taking another sip.
âYeah,â I answered. âMy roommate is also gay. He knows about me.â
âGood,â Heath smiled, exiting quietly back into the hotel suite. âThen he wonât mind watching as I fucking wreck your tight cunt.â
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HENRY CAVILL as Theseus in Immortals (2011)
Bosa is alpha as fuck
Big alpha Florida football bro, dominates Yankees teammates and fans.
Sex is so important to you. Finding guys to fuck or be fucked by. Itâs so important. Jocks have sex. Jocks think about sex. Pump. Eat good. Fuck.
I know it's hard to resist baby. You can keep trying, but it'll be easier if you don't. Then again, I kind of love this part. The part where you're fighting the urge to fall to your knees with everything in you. The part where you try desperately to remind yourself that you hated me before this, that you think I'm a cocky, arrogant, narcissistic douchebag. It's fun watching you try to fight, knowing you'll fail like all the others, knowing the urge to fall to your knees will beat you just like it beat them, knowing how you used to feel about me doesn't matter anymore. I guess that's just my narcissism though, haha. I mean, why wouldn't I be? Like, look at me. Can you even figure out what you want first? Is it to press your face into my warm briefs to give these nuts a whiff? Your head squeezed between these thighs? You wanna lick this nice golden sweaty pit hair and get a headlock pressed against this bicep? Or do you wanna kiss up each of my abs and suck on my nipples till you fall asleep on Daddy's pecs?
Ah there you go, down to your knees. It's ok boy. You can let your eyes droop. This is just the beginning of you experiencing pleasure like you've never felt before. Cmon, crawl on over baby. There you go. Right between those legs. Yeah baby. This is where you belong. Nice and warm there, right? Stare at that bulge. Kiss it. Kiss my cocky, arrogant cock you little bitch. There you go. Picture it, underneath that thin layer of fabric separating you from it. Feel that warmth coming off it while you kiss it baby. Thatâs it. Smell. Smell those fucking man balls. Little fucking bitch boy. There you go. Now youâre addicted to me. See how easy that was? The way I can drop faggots like you to your knees is why I'm so full of myself, you know. All you little pricks who say I'm an asshole, burning with jealousy, wishing they looked like me. Like they don't all go home and jerk their fag cocks to me. And the funniest part is, the more I make you all hate me, the more you want me. The worse I treat you, the more desperate you become for me. You just want me that bad. That you'll tolerate anything from me, just for a chance to keep touching this body. No matter how bad your mind, your pride, heart, want to get away, your cock will always have you right back here. In front of me. On your knees where you belong. You hate it, but you love it. Because you know you're helpless. You know that I don't care about you besides how often you can suck my cock, but you're still going to suck it. You could think I'm the biggest piece of shit alive, and that wouldn't change a thing. That's just how life is when you look this good.
But that's ok. You're one of my lucky, special boys now. Awww, look at that little smile. Admit it. This is what you want to be doing, no matter how much you pretend otherwise. Because you know youâre the beta here. Because you know youâre not a real man. Because your body knows this is where you belong, even if your brain doesnât want to admit it. On your knees, in front of me, my cock in your mouth, getting disrespected by me. You were built for this. You were born for this. Now suck it, bitch boy. Youâll be doing for the rest of your life.
âCum in my ass,â Toby begged as I fucked his tight cunt with his skinny legs pressed against my muscular chest. My cock hadnât seen a wet hole in months, so I wasnât going to turn down the opportunity to breed this barely-legal faggot.
âIâd like Toby to come live with us,â Shannon, my pregnant wife, announced a month before our baby was due. Toby is my wifeâs kid brother. He had just finished high school, but had no plans for college or any type of work. âIâm going to have my hands full when the baby comes,â Shannon explained. âToby could be a big help to us.â At the time, I envisioned Toby changing diapers and maybe giving the baby a bottle. It hadnât yet occurred to me that Tobyâs real job would be to drain my balls . . . nightly.
Toby was a freshman in high school when I met Shannon. I pegged him as a faggot from the start. He liked chorus, dance, and theater. His only ambition in life was to be a backup dancer for Katy Perry. When I chided Shannon for not telling me that Toby is gay, she was indignant. âToby is just artistic,â she protested. Artistic, my ass. The boy is a faggot. And any doubt I had was settled by the way he would look at me.
Any straight man who has ever stepped foot inside a gym knows what it means to be objectified by a gay man. The stares. The longing gazes. Iâm always flattered, yet I know with certainty when a dude wants me. Toby wanted me from the start, but it would take me a few years before I wanted him.
Iâm not a predator, but I usually get what I want. After months of no sex with my pregnant wife, I wanted Tobyâhis tight ass, specifically. But I needed him to make the first move. If Shannon ever caught us, god forbid, I needed her to believe her brother was the one to seduce me, and not the other way around. So I devised a plan. The night Toby arrived, my wife cooked his favorite spinach lasagna. I played it up and wore a tight shirt that showed off my muscular physique, with a few buttons undone to show off my chest hair.
âMy, you look nice,â Shannon cluelessly commented as I sat down to eat with them.
âWell, having Toby here is a special day for our family,â I replied and gave the boy a wink.
Toby was practically salivating at the sight of me. A bitch in heat. Had my wife not been there, Iâm sure he would have pulled down his pants and gotten on all fours right on top of the table for me. I had won the first round.
The second round occurred later that night after Shannon went to bed. âJoin me on the patio?â I asked Toby while pouring myself a scotch. âI wonât tell your sister if you want a pour, too.â He declined the scotch and grabbed himself a Coke from the fridge.
âYou seeing anyone?â I asked as we settled into a set of patio chairs. I kept the gender of âanyoneâ neutral, hoping Toby might confess to being gay. It would make it easier if the faggot would just admit to me that he likes cock.
âNah,â Toby answered timidly while checking out my muscular arms with a furtive side glance. I got Toby talking about his high school graduation, and I made a point to adjust my junk as he talked. His eyes were fixated on my crotch, yet he didnât dare make a move for it. But I already had another plan in motion.
Suddenly, my phone rang. It was just an alarm I had set that sounds like a ringtone. âMind if I answer this?â I asked Toby. âItâs my buddy Greg.â Toby nodded as I pretended to answer my phone.
âGreg,â I boomed to no one on the other end. âDamn, buddy. Itâs great to hear from you. Yes, Shannon is doing well. Yeah, the baby will be here in a month. But Iâm telling you, bud. My balls arenât so good. We havenât fucked in months.â I looked over at Toby and his eyes were wide. âYeah, dude. Iâm totally backed up. And her OB said itâll be months after the birth before she can handle my big cock again. Shit, man. Iâm so desperate, Iâd stick my cock in ANY warm hole I could find at this point.â I looked over at Toby and the boy was salivating again. Mission accomplished. âHey, Greg? Lemme call you back tomorrow. Iâm hanging out with Shannonâs brother Toby now.â And then I pretended to end the call.
The silence was palpable. I could almost see the wheels turning in Tobyâs head. Finally the boy spoke. âUh . . . is that really true?â he asked softly. âIs it true that itâs been months since you and Shannonââ
âFucked? Yes, Toby. Your sister and I havenât fucked in months,â I confessed while taking a sip of scotch and trying to stifle a smile. âThe doctor advised against it when my big cock was causing her to have discomfort. But, Jesus. I shouldnât burden you with these things, Toby. A man has needs, but my needs are not your problem.â I was laying it on thick.
Toby was quiet again, but his eyes were on my bulge and I was, quite purposefully, allowing myself to get hard. âMaybe I could help,â Toby offered, not taking his eyes off my tented pants.
âHelp? I donât understand,â I shrugged, feigning confusion.
âYou knowââ Toby continued in a near whisper,âyou could fuck me.â Bingo.
âIâm no faggot,â I protested indignantly. âI donât fuck guys. Iâm not gay.â
Toby jumped up to settle me, his hand on my arm. âNoâno. I know youâre not gay,â the boy stammered. âBut that doesnât mean you canât fuck me. Iâve been fucked by lots of straight guys.â
And there it was. Not only had he finally admitted to being gay, he also admitted to taking lots of cock, as I suspected. I was going to enjoy fucking this slutty faggot, and now it was time to make it happen.
âChrist, when you put it like that, how can I refuse?â I concluded while downing the last of my scotch. âYou sure you want this?â I asked knowing the boy was itching to get my big cock inside him.
âYes,â he wholeheartedly agreed as he took me by the hand and led me inside and to his bedroom. To my delight, Shannon had put Toby in the downstairs guest room, far away from our bedroom upstairs. I could fuck the shit out of the boy, and she would never hear a thing.
I went to take a pre-fuck piss in the bathroom adjoining Tobyâs room and when I came out, he was stretched out naked on the bed waiting for me. I dropped my shorts and pulled off my shirt.
âHoly FUCK, youâre huge,â Toby gasped when he caught sight of my big dick.
âDonât worry. Iâll start out slow,â I assured the boy. I then climbed between his skinny legs, spit on my cock, and began to work it into his hole. âBring your legs up to your chest,â I directed him. âI like this position. It makes your hole feel like pussy.â
âHave you ever fucked a guy?â Toby asked as I prepared to mount him, my cock pressed against his hole. I ignored the question as I thrusted balls deep inside the boy.
âFUCK, youâre thick,â Toby gasped as his hole clenched around my cock.
His tight cunt was amazing. It felt so good to finally have my cock back inside a wet hole. Toby began to relax. I could tell he was enjoying the ride as I gave his hole some slow, deliberate strokes.
âCum in my ass,â Toby begged as I began to pick up the pace.
The thought of once again shooting my wad into a warm hole instead of into my fist or down the shower drain was overwhelming. I was trying hard to hold back my load but, after months of no pussy, it was a losing battle.
âFUCK . . . Iâm gonna bust,â I barked urgently while feeling the cum rising in my shaft.
âYeah, fucking breed my pussy,â Toby moaned as my cock began to pulse and spurt inside of him.
âSHIT . . . DAMN,â I grunted, flooding the boyâs guts with a massive, backed-up load. I soon collapsed upon him, my sweaty body melding into him as I kept my cock in his hole.
âAre you still hard?â Toby asked after we stayed like that for several minutes.
Fuckin-A, I was still hard. That never happens when I fuck my wife. Pushing myself back up into a plank above Toby, my cock still inside him, I began to pound out another load into the boy. Then another. And another. I fucking seeded that sweet boy cunt with four loads before I called it quits. I then dragged myself back upstairs and got into bed with my sleeping wife, leaving Toby on his bed with cum streaming out of his gaping hole.
The next morning at breakfast, Shannon poured me a cup of coffee as Toby munched on a bowl of Frosted Flakes. He kept shifting his weight in his chair, likely because his wrecked hole hurt like fuck.
âYou two must have been up all night talking,â Shannon said while handing Toby a cup of coffee. âIt looks like neither of you got much sleep. I hope this doesnât become a habit.â
Toby gave me a furtive, knowing glance as I replied to my wife, âSorry, babe. I canât make any promises. Boys will be boys.â
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âDudeâwhere are my lucky, black CK briefs?â my hot-as-fuck roommate Kyle shouted from his bedroom while combing through the underwear shelf in his closet. âI need those briefs for my date tonight with that new bitch from Tinder.â
âI might have borrowed them,â I answered feebly as I entered Kyleâs room.
âBorrowed them?â he exclaimed incredulously, his towel barely covering his junk. âWhy the fuck would you wear my good underwear?â
âWell, I didnât exactly wear them,â I started to explain.
âJust go get my fucking briefs,â he barked, losing his patience. âI need to get dressed.â
I promptly went to my room and retrieved his CK briefs from where they were balled up under my bed. Scrambling back to Kyleâs room, I handed them to him.
âJesus Christ,â he exclaimed, examining the briefs. âThereâs something dried and crusty all over them. Wait a fucking minuteâhave you been using my briefs as a cum catcher?â
âI canâI can explain,â I began to stammer.
âYou donât need to explain,â Kyle sneered. âAll my friends have been telling me that youâre in love with meâand masturbating with my briefs proves it.â
âIâm n-n-not in love with you,â I stuttered.
âChrist, you canât even deny it convincingly,â he scoffed. âLookâI donât have time for this shit right now. I need to get ready for my date so I can get some fucking pussy tonight. We can talk about this later.â
With my tail tucked between my legs, I retreated to my room and listened as Kyle hurriedly dressed for his date, slammed the front door, and sped out of the driveway. I thought of sneaking back into his room and procuring another pair of his briefs in which to rub out a load, imagining Kyle fucking me instead of the Tinder bitch, but decided not to risk it.
It was late when Kyle returned home. I was already asleep and was awoken by a soft rapping at my door. âCan I come in?â asked Kyle, my bedroom door creaking open.
âIâm sorry about your briefs,â I apologized, rubbing my eyes as I sat up in bed. âIâll go out tomorrow and buy you anotherââ
âDonât worry about it,â Kyle interrupted. âIâm sorry for overreacting. Weâve been best friends since high school, and you know that I donât give a shit that youâre gay, but I donât think itâs healthy to be in love with me when you know Iâm straight.â
âHonestlyâIâm not in love with you,â I lied again, knowing he didnât believe me. âWhatâwhat happened with the Tinder bitch?â I asked, trying to change the subject. âDid you get in her snatch?â
âNah,â he dismissed, adjusting his package. âShe said she doesnât fuck on the first date. I couldnât even get her to suck me off after dropping eighty bucks on dinner.â
âFuckinâ bitch,â I sympathized, trying not to stare at the obvious bulge in his pants.
âYeah, wellâIâm gonna go rub one out and hit the sack,â Kyle announced, taking leave. âSee you in the morning.â
Through the wall, I listened as Kyle got ready for bedâwashing his face and brushing his teeth in his bathroom, the water shutting on and off. The idea of him jacking alone in his bed was absurd, considering that I was more than willing to give up my ass to him. In a flash, I put a plan into action.
Stripping out of my briefs, I grabbed some lube from my bed table, greased up my hole, and sprinted to Kyleâs room. Through a crack in the bathroom door, I could see him spitting out mouthwash into the sink. Quickly, I positioned myself on the edge of Kyleâs bed, my eager ass presented for his use and enjoyment.
âThe fuck?â Kyle exclaimed, entering his darkened bedroom in only a pair of briefs, a shaft of light from the bathroom illuminating my ready hole.
I made no response, for no words would be sufficient to convince this straight man to fuck me. Rather, I put my faith in the primal laws of animal desire. Kyleâs cock had spent all day eagerly anticipating fucking some pussy, and yet it hadnât happened. However, another hole was instantly available to himâa wet, warm, eager hole. All Kyle had to do was mount the hole and make it his. But would he?
Kyleâs hand was suddenly at the small of my back. A thick finger trailed down my ass crack and circled the puckered folds of my wet hole before finding itâs way inside me. Kyle was simply testing the waters, discovering that ass can feel just like pussyâmaybe even better. His finger withdrew, and there came a fumbling as Kyle pulled off his briefs. His hands moved to my hips, pulling me closer to him. A slight pressure at my orifice andâWHAMâKyle was inside me.
âFuuuuck,â he exhaled, thrusting balls deep inside me. I bit my lip, trying not to squeal in delight, knowing that his cock had to be at least nine inches to achieve the depth at which he had reached inside my void.
Foreplay is never on the menu when a straight guy fucks a dude for the first time, and Kyle was no exception. Like a fuck machine, he revved his engine and went from zero to sixty in about three seconds. Pushing my head down to the mattress and raising my ass, Kyle began to jackhammer the living shit out of me with a violent intensity.
I wanted to speak. I wanted to moan and scream and tell him how fucking good his big dick felt inside me. But I was afraid to break the spell. In that moment, I wasnât meâKyleâs best friend and roommate. Instead, I was an object, an inanimate void in which Kyle could dump his seed. And from the way he was using my eager hole, it wouldnât take long.
âFuck. Iâm about to bust,â Kyle announced urgently. âHOLY FUCK . . . SHIT,â he growled as his cock erupted and flooded my guts. His sweaty body collapsed upon me, pushing me down onto the bed, as his balls reached empty.
âChrist, I needed that,â Kyle exclaimed as he rolled off me and onto the bed. âThat was way better than pussy.â
Raising myself off the bed, I started to leave for my bedroom. Having been fucked by more straight guys than I could ever dare to count, I knew that it was time to make my exit once the deed was done. Straight guys never want to see your face after breeding your ass.
âWaitâwhere are you going?â asked Kyle as he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. âI like to cuddle after sex, if thatâs okay with you?â
âSure,â I answered, taken aback. âIâd like that.â
âWhy donât you plan on sleeping in my bed tonight?â Kyle suggested, his hand caressing my back, his beard tickling my cheek. âIâd love to wake up to you riding my morning wood.â
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
âHow does it feel to be fucked by a real man?â asked the bearded daddy as he nuzzled my neck. His spent cock was slowly going soft inside my destroyed hole. I tried to answer, but I was mute. Immobile. Wrecked.
My freshman year of college was an eye-opener. I arrived at school a naive virgin, and left eight months later for summer break as the dorm cum dump. I bent over for my roommate on our first night in the dorm. He told a bud, who told a bud, and soon I was taking cock from over half the dorm. It wasnât unusual for me to get seeded by twelve or more guys daily. I was addicted to cock.
So it wasnât exactly easy to return home for the summer and not have my usual, steady supply of dick. Grindr to the rescue. Thankfully, there were no shortage of guys my age looking for an easy hole to breed. With my parents at work all day, I spent my days with my legs in the air taking as much cock as Grindr could deliver. I was careful to make sure my parents didnât find out, but I hadnât considered the neighbors.
I had just been bred by my fifth cock of the day, and it was barely 2 pm. The guy had left and I was already on Grindr looking for cock number six when a knock came at the door. Shit. It was my parentsâ older neighbor Mr. Walsh. I decided to ignore him, but his knock came louder.Â
âOpen up, boy,â he demanded. âI know youâre in there.â Fuck.
âIâm so sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Walsh,â I ingratiated while opening the door. âI was in the bathroom.âÂ
âYeah, wiping all that cum out of your hole,â he chuckled while looking me up and down. âIâve seen the parade of boys youâve had over here.âÂ
I was taken aback. He knew. And he could rat me out to my parents. I decided a denial was my best defense. âI donât know what you mean, Mr. Walsh,â I denied coyly. âThose guys are just a few buddies.â
âCut the shit, boy,â he interrupted. âI know youâre taking cock over here all day. And itâs about time you had a real manâs cock in that boy pussy.â He grabbed his bulging crotch for emphasis.
âIâuhâIâm really only into guys my age,â I tried to stammer. But Mr. Walsh wasnât going to be turned away. He looked around quickly to be sure nobody was around and then did something I never would have expectedâhe pulled down his athletic shorts.Â
I had heard the term âbull cockâ before, but had never seen one in the flesh. Shit, his cock was massive. He wasnât even hard, and yet it was the size of my forearm, hanging full and thick with a huge helmet head. And his balls? Damn. They were like two big grapefruits, juicy and full of seed. I had to have him inside me.
âWhat do you think, boy?â Mr. Walsh asked while gripping his thick piece of meat with his manly fist. âYou want this man cock now?âÂ
I nodded as he pushed his way inside the house. I led him up to my bedroom, but when he saw my twin bed, he complained, âThis wonât do, boy. Havenât you got a bigger bed in this house?âÂ
The only bed larger than mine was my parentsâ bed, so I led the way. âYes, this bed will do, boy. I canât wait to see your dad next, knowing I used his own bed to fuck his faggot son.â
âTake off your clothes,â Mr. Walsh ordered while dropping his athletic shorts and pulling off his t-shirt. He was already rock hard. His cock was truly fucking massive. I couldnât believe there was any way it would fit inside my tight hole, but he gave me no time to worry any further.Â
âFace down,â he barked as he pushed me down on the bed. Pulling my legs apart, he began to finger my hole. âYeah, look at all the cum in this hole,â he observed as he pulled out a finger covered in jizz. âLooks like youâve been a busy boy today. This used hole doesnât need any lube.âÂ
I suddenly felt his huge cockhead pressing against my hole and thenâWHAMâhe was inside me. âHOLY FUCK,â I screamed.Â
âShut the fuck up,â he growled. The pain was searing, but he mercifully held still and allowed me to adjust to him. âYou see, boy,â he tried to console, âitâs like jumping into cold water. It stings at first, but then you adjust and it feels good.âÂ
The analogy was apt, as his cock was starting to feel good. Really good. I had never before felt the sublime fullness that his big cock offered. In a way, it felt like this was the first time Iâd been truly fucked.
âYeah, boy,â he growled in my ear with all his weight upon me. âYou like this big cock, donât you? Yeah. You like having a MAN fucking you, instead of all those little boys.â He then hissed in my ear, âHang on tight. âCause Iâm about to fuckinâ destroy your boy pussy.â And he did.Â
For the next thirty minutes, he pounded the shit out of me. The mattress springs were squeaking, the headboard was pounding the wall, and I prayed he didnât wreck my parentsâ bed like he was wrecking my hole. I could feel his sweat dripping on my back as he heaved and grunted. Suddenly, his breathing intensified and I knew he was getting close.
âAww, FUCK,â he bellowed. âYeah, boy. Get ready for this nut. Iâm gonna fuckinâ breed your sloppy hole.â He gave my ass two more deep thrusts and growled out, âSHIT ⌠FUCK ⌠DAMN ⌠Take this load.âÂ
The feeling of his huge cock spurting inside me was absolutely overwhelming. I could feel each blast of his warm cum filling me from within. He finally collapsed upon me as his spent cock went slowly soft inside my ravaged hole. I was immobile. I couldnât have moved if I tried. My cunt was destroyed. Completely wrecked. Never had I been fucked like that. And I loved every minute.
Mr. Walsh was suddenly tender. âHow does it feel to be fucked by a real man?â he whispered in my ear, but I could make no answer. âDid you like this big cock, boy?â he asked softly as he finally pulled out of me, his cum flooding the sheets. I was still transfixed and unmoving, but managed to nod my head. âGood,â he replied. âBecause Iâm gonna be back tomorrow for more of that sweet pussy.âÂ
I nodded in assent again as he pulled on his clothes and left the room. I heard the front door shut as he let himself out. I didnât move for another hour, but managed to change the sweaty, cum-soaked sheets on my parentsâ bed just before they got home from work.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.