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“Shh Tyler, just look into my eyes…”

That was the voice of the Coach, slowly but surely seeping his way into Tyler’s 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. 

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 Coach’s eyes, whenever he blinked, there was just the finest moment of clarity but when the eyes opened again, his cock throbbed. 

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 Tyler’s mind even deeper.

“Tyler I think you’d look better on the floor,” came Coach’s 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 Coach’s fingers hooking under his jaw, forcing him to look up from the man’s eyes once again. He was being pulled so deep by his coach’s voice and those dark eyes that bore into his skull, that he felt his face reaching closer.

“N-No, Coach…I-I should…Uhh…” Tyler found himself moaning as he heard Coach’s deep chuckle coming on after, the fingers moving up to caress him as he felt Coach’s 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.

“Aww Tyler, no need to resist…Just listen to my voice…follow my eyes…” The Coach was so powerful. So strong. Tyler just needed to listen. Tyler just needed to follow those…eyes. “Maybe you should worship me on your way down…That’s it…A little closer…” Tyler moaned, murmuring as he felt his head being brought closer and closer slowly towards Coach’s sweaty and heaving chest. “That’s it. Good boy…Stick out your tongue.” 

Tyler’s body followed Coach without even waiting for him, his tongue automatically sticking out as he began licking at one of Coach’s chest, the touch was electric, from the fingers that touched the back of his head to the tongue that swiped Coach’s nipple and caused him to moan and shudder, sending ripples of pleasure down Tyler’s body.

“Mmmfuck…Coach…” Tyler moaned, starting to sink lower both in mind and body as his own cock got harder as he grew closer to Coach’s own. The black shorts could barely keep back Coach’s bulge, as he felt his face fast approaching it. “Just…wanted to be…Captain…” Tyler moaned before he began licking at Coach’s 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.

“Good…Tyler, just keep going,” grunted Coach as one hand began teasing with the strap of the shorts, beginning to lower it ever so slightly. “You ready for the real thing?”

“Mhm,” Tyler moaned, still licking and lapping at the bulge.

“Mhm what?”

“Mhm Coach.” 

Tyler wasn’t ready for the shorts to suddenly slip away as Coach’s 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 Coach’s cock, feeling it throb in his mouth.

“Here we go boy, if you want to be Captain so bad, then have this,” said Coach as with one last throb, a wave of cum started to sprout out of the large head of Coach’s cock and it just wouldn’t stop, and it didn’t 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.

“Oh that’s it…You’re coming along nicely,” 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. 

He continued watching as the hands that massaged Coach’s legs began lengthening, growing longer and able to wrap themselves around the man’s muscular thighs as his own biceps more bulbous. The electric tingling of Coach’s 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

Fuck…can’t keep growing…

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 good…

So good to obey Coach…

So good to grow for Coach…

“That’s right, keep growing, keep listening to my voice.” Coach urged as load after load of cum continued to rocket itself down Tyler’s 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. 

The cum flowing down directly into his stomach where it almost burned with a passion as sweat trickled down Tyler’s chest and he groaned, still looking up into Coach’s 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 can’t stop himself as his skin too stretches from his own growing torso that accommodates the great biceps and broad thighs that he now possesses.

“Coming along so well, Tyler…Just obey…Obey and grow…”

Obey…

Tyler swallowed what felt like the final load.

Grow…

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 wasn’t torn asunder, a beautiful yellow thong.

“Now your name isn’t Tyler…”

“Wha-”

“It’s Travis, and I think Travis you’re going to be a good Captain, aren’t you?”

Tyl- Travis felt his cock throb as Coach’s hand ran down his abs.

“Yeah…” Travis said absent mindedly.

“Yeah what?” said Coach.

“Yeah, Coach.”

“Good boy.” Coach smiled at that and snapped his fingers, letting the new captain Travis enjoy the best part. “Cum.”

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 couldn’t 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 Coach’s new captain now, and he couldn’t thank Coach enough 

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.

“I need you to babysit today, Greg,” my boss had texted that morning. “With the wedding at the club house this afternoon, we have six families needing sitters.” 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.

“You must be Greg. Thanks so much for coming,” 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 couldn’t 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.

“I’m Heath . . . and this is Bella,” he continued, introducing me to the little girl as we made our way into the suite. “I must say we were a bit surprised to be assigned a male babysitter. Do you do this kind of thing often?”

“Yeah,” I replied, ignoring the inference that only a faggot would babysit kids. “It’s part of my job here at the resort, and I enjoy playing with kids.” I wanted to add that I also enjoy playing with hot guys, like him.

“Works for me,” Heath stated, placing Bella in front of the TV. “We’ve brought her favorite DVD of The Little Mermaid. She’s in an Ariel phase and will watch it over and over again, so you won’t have to do much while we’re gone.”

“Just be sure to put her down for a nap in an hour,” Heath’s gorgeous wife added, breezing into the room in a stylish dress suitable for a summer wedding. “My pearls,” 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.

“I suppose we’ll be off,” Heath announced, clasping the pearls behind his wife’s neck. “Text me if you have a problem. My number is on the desk.” 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 Bella’s hot, muscular dad, I pulled out my phone and began to scroll through Tumblr for images of some muscle studs worthy of a quick ‘bate session in the bathroom, when I heard the card key in the door.

“Did you forget something?” 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.

“Is she asleep?” he asked in a whisper, ignoring my question and gesturing to the bedroom where Bella was napping. 

“Yes,” 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. “Is something wrong?” 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 look—the 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.

“Christ,” Heath gasped as I took his big dick down my throat throat. “I knew you were jonesing for my cock as soon as I opened the door today,” he shared, resting a hand against the back of my head. “And I knew I’d somehow get this cock down your throat. You like this big dick?”

“Mmm hmm,” 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.

“Fuck, you know how to take a throat fucking,” he admired, gripping my head like a vise as he used my mouth, making it a worthy substitute for his wife’s pussy. I reached up to feel his balls mashed against my chin. They were tight, readying to expel his seed down my throat.

“Oh SHIT . . . here it comes,” he roared fiercely as he thrusted one last time, his hands once again on the back of my head. “DAMN,” 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.

“Fuck,” I gasped, struggling to breathe when he finally released me, saliva and cum dripping down my chin.

“Damn, dude. You sure as fuck know how to suck a dick,” he praised.

“Thanks,” I replied wiping my chin with the back of my hand.

“So . . . you got a room or something here at the resort?” Heath inquired, stuffing his wet cock back into his pants.

“Yeah, we all stay in the staff cabins,” I replied. “They’re just past the tennis courts.”

“Can I come fuck you there tonight?” he asked. “After my wife and Bella are asleep. Would you like that?”

“Yeah, that sounds hot,” I replied. “But I’ve got a roommate.”

“Is he into dick, like you?” Heath questioned, picking up his scotch and taking another sip.

“Yeah,” I answered. “My roommate is also gay. He knows about me.”

“Good,” Heath smiled, exiting quietly back into the hotel suite. “Then he won’t mind watching as I fucking wreck your tight cunt.”

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. That’s it. Smell. Smell those fucking man balls. Little fucking bitch boy. There you go. Now you’re 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.

“I’d like Toby to come live with us,” Shannon, my pregnant wife, announced a month before our baby was due. Toby is my wife’s kid brother. He had just finished high school, but had no plans for college or any type of work. “I’m going to have my hands full when the baby comes,” Shannon explained. “Toby could be a big help to us.” At the time, I envisioned Toby changing diapers and maybe giving the baby a bottle. It hadn’t yet occurred to me that Toby’s 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. “Toby is just artistic,” 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. I’m 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.

I’m not a predator, but I usually get what I want. After months of no sex with my pregnant wife, I wanted Toby—his 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.

“My, you look nice,” Shannon cluelessly commented as I sat down to eat with them.

“Well, having Toby here is a special day for our family,” 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, I’m 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. “Join me on the patio?” I asked Toby while pouring myself a scotch. “I won’t tell your sister if you want a pour, too.” He declined the scotch and grabbed himself a Coke from the fridge.

“You seeing anyone?” I asked as we settled into a set of patio chairs. I kept the gender of “anyone” 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.

“Nah,” 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 didn’t 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. “Mind if I answer this?” I asked Toby. “It’s my buddy Greg.” Toby nodded as I pretended to answer my phone.

“Greg,” I boomed to no one on the other end. “Damn, buddy. It’s great to hear from you. Yes, Shannon is doing well. Yeah, the baby will be here in a month. But I’m telling you, bud. My balls aren’t so good. We haven’t fucked in months.” I looked over at Toby and his eyes were wide. “Yeah, dude. I’m totally backed up. And her OB said it’ll be months after the birth before she can handle my big cock again. Shit, man. I’m so desperate, I’d stick my cock in ANY warm hole I could find at this point.” I looked over at Toby and the boy was salivating again. Mission accomplished. “Hey, Greg? Lemme call you back tomorrow. I’m hanging out with Shannon’s brother Toby now.” And then I pretended to end the call.

The silence was palpable. I could almost see the wheels turning in Toby’s head. Finally the boy spoke. “Uh . . . is that really true?” he asked softly. “Is it true that it’s been months since you and Shannon—”

“Fucked? Yes, Toby. Your sister and I haven’t fucked in months,” I confessed while taking a sip of scotch and trying to stifle a smile. “The doctor advised against it when my big cock was causing her to have discomfort. But, Jesus. I shouldn’t burden you with these things, Toby. A man has needs, but my needs are not your problem.” 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. “Maybe I could help,” Toby offered, not taking his eyes off my tented pants.

“Help? I don’t understand,” I shrugged, feigning confusion.

“You know—” Toby continued in a near whisper,“you could fuck me.” Bingo.

“I’m no faggot,” I protested indignantly. “I don’t fuck guys. I’m not gay.”

Toby jumped up to settle me, his hand on my arm. “No—no. I know you’re not gay,” the boy stammered. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t fuck me. I’ve been fucked by lots of straight guys.”

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.

“Christ, when you put it like that, how can I refuse?” I concluded while downing the last of my scotch. “You sure you want this?” I asked knowing the boy was itching to get my big cock inside him.

“Yes,” 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 Toby’s 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.

“Holy FUCK, you’re huge,” Toby gasped when he caught sight of my big dick.

“Don’t worry. I’ll start out slow,” I assured the boy. I then climbed between his skinny legs, spit on my cock, and began to work it into his hole. “Bring your legs up to your chest,” I directed him. “I like this position. It makes your hole feel like pussy.”

“Have you ever fucked a guy?” 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.

“FUCK, you’re thick,” 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.

“Cum in my ass,” 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.

“FUCK . . . I’m gonna bust,” I barked urgently while feeling the cum rising in my shaft.

“Yeah, fucking breed my pussy,” Toby moaned as my cock began to pulse and spurt inside of him.

“SHIT . . . DAMN,” I grunted, flooding the boy’s 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.

“Are you still hard?” 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.

“You two must have been up all night talking,” Shannon said while handing Toby a cup of coffee. “It looks like neither of you got much sleep. I hope this doesn’t become a habit.”

Toby gave me a furtive, knowing glance as I replied to my wife, “Sorry, babe. I can’t make any promises. Boys will be boys.”

“I might have borrowed them,” I answered feebly as I entered Kyle’s room.

“Borrowed them?” he exclaimed incredulously, his towel barely covering his junk. “Why the fuck would you wear my good underwear?”

“Well, I didn’t exactly wear them,” I started to explain.

“Just go get my fucking briefs,” he barked, losing his patience. “I need to get dressed.”

I promptly went to my room and retrieved his CK briefs from where they were balled up under my bed. Scrambling back to Kyle’s room, I handed them to him.

“Jesus Christ,” he exclaimed, examining the briefs. “There’s something dried and crusty all over them. Wait a fucking minute—have you been using my briefs as a cum catcher?”

“I can—I can explain,” I began to stammer.

“You don’t need to explain,” Kyle sneered. “All my friends have been telling me that you’re in love with me—and masturbating with my briefs proves it.”

“I’m n-n-not in love with you,” I stuttered.

“Christ, you can’t even deny it convincingly,” he scoffed. “Look—I don’t 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.”

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. “Can I come in?” asked Kyle, my bedroom door creaking open.

“I’m sorry about your briefs,” I apologized, rubbing my eyes as I sat up in bed. “I’ll go out tomorrow and buy you another—”

“Don’t worry about it,” Kyle interrupted. “I’m sorry for overreacting. We’ve been best friends since high school, and you know that I don’t give a shit that you’re gay, but I don’t think it’s healthy to be in love with me when you know I’m straight.”

“Honestly—I’m not in love with you,” I lied again, knowing he didn’t believe me. “What—what happened with the Tinder bitch?” I asked, trying to change the subject. “Did you get in her snatch?”

“Nah,” he dismissed, adjusting his package. “She said she doesn’t fuck on the first date. I couldn’t even get her to suck me off after dropping eighty bucks on dinner.”

“Fuckin’ bitch,” I sympathized, trying not to stare at the obvious bulge in his pants.

“Yeah, well—I’m gonna go rub one out and hit the sack,” Kyle announced, taking leave. “See you in the morning.”

Through the wall, I listened as Kyle got ready for bed—washing 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 Kyle’s 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 Kyle’s bed, my eager ass presented for his use and enjoyment.

“The fuck?” 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. Kyle’s cock had spent all day eagerly anticipating fucking some pussy, and yet it hadn’t happened. However, another hole was instantly available to him—a wet, warm, eager hole. All Kyle had to do was mount the hole and make it his. But would he?

Kyle’s 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 it’s way inside me. Kyle was simply testing the waters, discovering that ass can feel just like pussy—maybe 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 and—WHAM—Kyle was inside me.

“Fuuuuck,” 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 wasn’t me—Kyle’s 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 wouldn’t take long.

“Fuck. I’m about to bust,” Kyle announced urgently. “HOLY FUCK . . . SHIT,” 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.

“Christ, I needed that,” Kyle exclaimed as he rolled off me and onto the bed. “That was way better than pussy.”

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.

“Wait—where are you going?” asked Kyle as he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. “I like to cuddle after sex, if that’s okay with you?”

“Sure,” I answered, taken aback. “I’d like that.”

“Why don’t you plan on sleeping in my bed tonight?” Kyle suggested, his hand caressing my back, his beard tickling my cheek. “I’d love to wake up to you riding my morning wood.”

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 wasn’t unusual for me to get seeded by twelve or more guys daily. I was addicted to cock.

So it wasn’t 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 didn’t find out, but I hadn’t 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 parents’ older neighbor Mr. Walsh. I decided to ignore him, but his knock came louder. 

“Open up, boy,” he demanded. “I know you’re in there.” Fuck.

“I’m so sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Walsh,” I ingratiated while opening the door. “I was in the bathroom.” 

“Yeah, wiping all that cum out of your hole,” he chuckled while looking me up and down. “I’ve seen the parade of boys you’ve had over here.” 

I was taken aback. He knew. And he could rat me out to my parents. I decided a denial was my best defense. “I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Walsh,” I denied coyly. “Those guys are just a few buddies.”

“Cut the shit, boy,” he interrupted. “I know you’re taking cock over here all day. And it’s about time you had a real man’s cock in that boy pussy.” He grabbed his bulging crotch for emphasis.

“I—uh—I’m really only into guys my age,” I tried to stammer. But Mr. Walsh wasn’t going to be turned away. He looked around quickly to be sure nobody was around and then did something I never would have expected—he pulled down his athletic shorts. 

I had heard the term “bull cock” before, but had never seen one in the flesh. Shit, his cock was massive. He wasn’t 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.

“What do you think, boy?” Mr. Walsh asked while gripping his thick piece of meat with his manly fist. “You want this man cock now?” 

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, “This won’t do, boy. Haven’t you got a bigger bed in this house?” 

The only bed larger than mine was my parents’ bed, so I led the way. “Yes, this bed will do, boy. I can’t wait to see your dad next, knowing I used his own bed to fuck his faggot son.”

“Take off your clothes,” 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 couldn’t believe there was any way it would fit inside my tight hole, but he gave me no time to worry any further. 

“Face down,” he barked as he pushed me down on the bed. Pulling my legs apart, he began to finger my hole. “Yeah, look at all the cum in this hole,” he observed as he pulled out a finger covered in jizz. “Looks like you’ve been a busy boy today. This used hole doesn’t need any lube.” 

I suddenly felt his huge cockhead pressing against my hole and then—WHAM—he was inside me. “HOLY FUCK,” I screamed. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled. The pain was searing, but he mercifully held still and allowed me to adjust to him. “You see, boy,” he tried to console, “it’s like jumping into cold water. It stings at first, but then you adjust and it feels good.” 

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 I’d been truly fucked.

“Yeah, boy,” he growled in my ear with all his weight upon me. “You like this big cock, don’t you? Yeah. You like having a MAN fucking you, instead of all those little boys.” He then hissed in my ear, “Hang on tight. ‘Cause I’m about to fuckin’ destroy your boy pussy.” And he did. 

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 didn’t wreck my parents’ 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.

“Aww, FUCK,” he bellowed. “Yeah, boy. Get ready for this nut. I’m gonna fuckin’ breed your sloppy hole.” He gave my ass two more deep thrusts and growled out, “SHIT … FUCK … DAMN … Take this load.” 

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 couldn’t 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. “How does it feel to be fucked by a real man?” he whispered in my ear, but I could make no answer. “Did you like this big cock, boy?” 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. “Good,” he replied. “Because I’m gonna be back tomorrow for more of that sweet pussy.” 

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 didn’t move for another hour, but managed to change the sweaty, cum-soaked sheets on my parents’ bed just before they got home from work.