Breed Me Deep

“Can I do it again?” I ask taking my trunks off too and handing him a beer.

“Do what?” He asked, playing stupid.

“Play with your… you know,” I asked and pointed, my dick already chubbed.

He looked down at my dick and then his. He was probably still processing letting me do it last time still but by his obviously growing dick he was getting horny thinking about it.

“You gay, kid?” He asked me point blank then took a sip of his beer. “It’s cool if you are,” he assured me.

I paused for a moment, trying to think how I wanted to answer. “I don’t know,” I responded. “I just like playing with yours.”

He took another swig and scratched his balls and looked up at me.

“If you tell…” He started.

“I won’t!” I interrupted. “I promise.”

He spread his legs, giving me the green light. I put my towel down rolled up on the floor so my knees wouldn’t hurt like last time and knelt between his legs. I ran my hands up and down his meaty thighs and admired my dad’s body, cock and balls I brushed my fingertips on his sack as his dick woke up.

He took a deep breath and let it out. I looked at him to make sure I could keep going. I played with his balls and then took his now hard cock in my hand and started stroking him. He watched, just like before, never taking his eyes off what I was doing. I slowly worked him in my hand and jacked him off in the hot sun.

“Feel okay?” I asked, making sure I was doing it the way he liked.

He nodded his head and took a sip, not giving me directions or verbal confirmation. I watched as his balls rose and fell as I jacked him off. It was wild to me that I came from them and now I had a first hand encounter with them. My Dad started leaking and I rubbed it over the head of his cock and kept stroking.

“I wanna put it in my mouth,” I told him and looked at him for a response.

He didn’t say anything for a while but then… “You can’t tell your mother,” he said and I knew I was finally going to get to taste him.

“I promise,” I replied and jerked him for a little longer before leaning over him.

I opened my lips and took the first few inches in and closed. The sweat from his skin mixed with my spit as I felt my own father’s cock in my mouth for the first time. He let out a groan as I began sucking him, holding his balls in my hand as I did.

“Oh fuck, Dad,” I said to myself as I pulled off and ran my hand over him, coating it with my spit.

He put his hand on my head and pet my hair as he watched me get drunk off of him. All those baseball games, school function, family dinners, dad/son bonding trips, they were all nothing compared to this moment with him. The moment where I got to connect with my favorite person, when I got to make him feel good and put my mouth on him.

My mouth didn’t want to be anywhere else, just around his cock. Making the man that brought me into the world completely satisfied. I moved up and down, sucking and drooling over my Dad. The sounds of my sloppy blowjob were only accompanied by the sound of water slap against the boat and his sighs.

“I’m gonna cum,” he told me. “Don’t pull off,” he requested.

I didn’t, I wouldn’t. I worked harder for him, trying to make the ending of what I was doing amazing so that he would let me do it again.

“Oh fuck,” he said and pushed his hips forward. “Here it comes,” he grunted and then I felt his cock throb.

“Mmmm,” I moaned on the end of him and felt the first shot of cum flew from him.

He held my head in place and humped into me as he deposited his seed into my mouth. He was letting his own son suck and swallow his load and we both were enjoying every moment of it. He unloaded all he had in my mouth as I swallowed and took it all.

“Oh god, this is bad,” he sighed as he let me keep sucking, there was nothing left in him. “I don’t even think your mother sucks my dick that well.”

“Really?” I asked, proud of myself. “Can I keep doing it?”

“Yeah… but only when we’re alone,” he said.

What the fuck was wrong with me? I had a hot boyfriend. We lived together. We loved each other. And yet I couldn’t stop myself from giving up my ass to countless strangers.

It started a few months ago. I had heard stories about the gas station out on the truck route. It’s a small town. People talk. But random sex had never been my thing. I loved my boyfriend Charlie, and his big dick had kept me satisfied. But when I stopped at that infamous gas station to fill my tank one afternoon, everything went to hell.

A cute guy with a big bulge at the adjacent pump started flirting with me as he gassed up his F-150. He kept adjusting his package, his hard cock straining against the zipper of his Levi’s. Bashfully, I kept looking away until he propositioned me.

“You want some dick?” he offered brazenly, scratching at his scruffy chin.

“Yeah,” I nodded with my eyes on his crotch, powerless to resist. “In your truck?”

“No. In the men’s room,” the cute guy replied, gesturing inside the convenience store.

“But what about the owner?” I asked, my eyes looking through the storefront window at a burly man at the counter, his muscular arms covered in tats.

“Tony?” the cute guy laughed. “He don’t give a shit if guys fuck in the men’s room. Hell, he’s been known to slip back there and drop a load in an eager cunt when he’s horny.”

Two minutes later, my pants around my ankles, I was pushed up against the tiled wall of the men’s room as the cute guy spit on his thick eight-incher. “Fuuuck,” he exhaled, pushing into me. “You’ve got a sweet pussy on you.”

“Yeah—fuck me,” I begged, channeling just about every dirty porn film I’d ever watched. “Fuck me with that big dick.”

“You come here a lot?” the cute guy asked, his hands on my shoulders, his balls slapping my ass with each thrust. “Because I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

“First time,” I winced, his veiny shaft stretching my hole to the max.

“Damn, boy,” he smacked my ass. “You need to start coming here regularly, because I could make a habit outta breeding this tight cunt.”

And within two minutes, he did just that—bred me like a bitch, his cock erupting in my depths, flooding my guts with his seed. I reveled at the feeling of his warm cum inside me, imagining it mixing with the load my boyfriend had dumped in me before work that morning.

“That was fuckin’ hot,” the cute guy growled, extracting his cock from me, slapping my ass once more. But before he had even stuffed his wet cock back into his tight jeans, a bearded guy with hairy arms entered the men’s room.

“Fuck yeah,” the bearded guy bellowed, unzipping his pants and releasing a cock the size of my arm with a massive helmet head. “I was hoping there’s be a cumdump in here today. I’ve got a big load for you, boy.”

With my face mashed against the tile wall, the bearded guy ravaged my hole for a good ten minutes before pumping me full of his warm seed. Before he finished, a small crowd of guys had gathered in the men’s room, watching eagerly as they jockeyed to be the next to breed me.

I exited the men’s room two hours later with fourteen loads up my ass. Disgusted with myself that night, I vowed I would never go back to that gas station again. Doing so would completely jeopardize my relationship with Charlie. He would never understand.

Yet I was unable to ignore the fact that I was addicted to cock, obsessed with taking more and more random loads. And so I found myself back at the gas station the next day, once again offering up my ass to any guy who walked in the door. Taking cock in that men’s room became a daily habit, a ritual that took precedence in my life. I was a junkie, and cum was my fix.

A week ago, I came home from the gas station with ten loads up my ass—a slow day for me. Charlie hugged me when I walked in the door, pulling me in for a kiss. It was in such moments that guilt consumed me. I was a terrible boyfriend. Charlie deserved better.

“Hey—uh—this is a bit awkward, but I need to ask you something,” Charlie announced as our lips parted.

“Okay—sure,” I agreed hesitantly.

“My buddy Dale from work said he went to take a piss at that gas station out on the truck route yesterday,” Charlie began, “and he saw you taking a line of cock in the men’s room. Is that true?”

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

“Babe,” Charlie interrupted, pulling me in for another hug. “It’s okay. I know how much you love getting fucked. And I think it’s kinda hot that you like to be a cumdump for all those guys.”

“You’re—you’re not gonna break up with me?” I asked in disbelief.

“Of course not,” Charlie replied, his hand traveling down the back of my pants, his finger sliding easily into my used, cummy hole. “How many loads did you take today?”

“Ten loads,” I replied truthfully.

“How about we make it eleven?” Charlie smiled, pulling down my pants and preparing to mount me up against the kitchen counter. “And after I’ve dumped my load in you, we can go back to the gas station and I can watch as a few more guys breed your sloppy hole.”

“Well, I’ve had a lot of practice on all my frat brothers,” I admitted, wiping my chin with the back of my hand. “But none of them are as hung like you.”

“I’m glad you enjoy my big cock,” Keith smiled. “But I gotta stop feeding you like this.”

“Wait—why?” I demanded. “I thought you said it didn’t matter that we’re brothers.”

“It’s not that,” he promised. “I haven’t had any pussy since Tina dumped me—because I’ve got you to drain my balls every night.”

“I understand,” I tried to sympathize. “It’s cool by me if you wanna get some pussy and then feed me on the nights when you don’t score.”

“But that’s the problem,” he explained. “I have no motivation to get out there and chase tail when you’re always willing to suck me. I’m sorry but I’ve gotta cut you off.”

“I get it,” I sighed, dejected. “But would you do me just one favor? Will you let me ride your big cock—just this once?”

“Jesus,” he groaned. “I’ve told you that I’m not cool with that. It’s one thing to let you suck me, but sticking my dick up my younger brother’s ass crosses a line.”

“Please,” I begged. “You owe me this. I’ll never ask you for another favor. And you should know that I’m super tight. My frat brothers love my tight cunt.”

“Fuck, man,” he exclaimed, his interest piqued. “You always know how to push my buttons.”

Keith’s wet, spent cock had hardened once more. Kicking off my shorts, I straddled him. With my hands resting on his hairy pecs, I lowered myself onto his big dick, expertly taking him to the balls.

“Holy fuck, you’re tight,” Keith exhaled, his balls smashed against my cunt. “This is way tighter than pussy.”

“I told you,” I grinned. “And pussy can’t do this,” I informed him while gripping his cock from within me, massaging his shaft in my depths.

“Christ. How are you doing that?” he marveled.

I could’ve milked his cock dry with my talented cunt, but Keith had other plans. Grabbing me firmly by the hips, he began to jackhammer my hole, thrusting in and out of me at a frenzied pace. His big dick felt incredible inside of me, invading my body at unimaginable depths. I grasped Keith around his neck and held on for dear life as he destroyed me, my brain nearly losing consciousness.

“You want my cum?” Keith demanded urgently, pulling me back to reality.

“Yeah,” I moaned, my hole pulverized. “Fucking breed me.”

“FUCK,” Keith bellowed, giving me one, final thrust as his big dick swelled inside me and released his seed, a sudden warmth spreading throughout my body.

When I was certain that Keith’s balls had fully emptied, I slowly climbed off him. His cum escaped my cavernous void and streamed down the sides of his shaft. I dropped to my knees and began to lick him clean.

“That was incredible,” he praised. “I’ve never had pussy that good.”

“What’s your plan—for pussy, that is?” I pressed him. “You gonna hit some bars, or maybe try Tinder?”

“Fuck that shit,” he retorted. “Why should I waste my time going out and chasing tail, when I’ve got your eager cunt at home?”

“No, I’m in a fucking jockstrap, Dan,” Rob said.

“I know, but you said to always ask just in case,” I responded.

“Come on, Dan,” Rob said. “We don’t have long.”

I followed Dan into his bedroom. It smelled like his wife. He immediately got down on all fours on the carpet and aimed his big butt toward me showing off his smooth pink hole.

I’ve been fucking my best friend’s Dad for a few months now, so I knew what he wanted — a nice long rim job and a hard fuck. My cock was hard under my athletic shorts as my mouth watered at the site of his tight hole. I dropped my shorts and boxers on top of my shoes and got down on my knees behind him and smelled his freshly-cleaned ass before running my tongue slowly from the bottom to the top of his pucker. He let out a low moan as soon as I slid my tongue in his butt.

“I’ve been waiting for that tongue, boy,” Rob said as I held his butt cheeks in my hand. “That’s it, baby, get my hole nice and wet for your big cock.”

It all started similar to today — Rob answered the door in a pair of shorts and no shirt one day when I came to pick up my gym bag from his house. He told me Lance wasn’t home but that I could go get the bag from his room. When I returned to the first floor, I found Rob on his back on the couch completely nude as he rubbed his fingers over his hole. We’ve been feverishly carnal for each other ever since — texting constantly with pics and sexy talk until I could slide my thick 18-year-old cock deep inside him.

“You taste so good, babe,” I said between lustful slurps of my man’s big ass.

I could munch on his hole for hours, but I knew he said we didn’t have much time, so I gave his rosebud a few more minutes of my mouth before standing and slapping my leaking cock against his butt cheek. My pre-cum slid all over his white ass before I finally slid it over his slot. He moaned as my large cut cock head teased him.

“Fuck me already, stud,” he begged. “I haven’t had your cock inside me for days.”

I quickly slid deep inside my best friend’s Dad and began jackhammering his man pussy hard — really fucking hard. I wanted to stay in his moist, warm hole forever, but I knew I wouldn’t last long. I haven’t touched my dick in more than a day and needed to bust my load.

“You ready for my load, babe?” I asked Rob as I continued to thrust. “I need to nut.”

“Spray my insides, stud,” Rob responded. “If we have time, I’m want to ride that cock for a second load.”

I immediately filled him with an enormous amount of baby batter as he worked hard on his cock. I was mid-shot when I heard him make his normal jizz noise below me and knew he’d be cleaning his seed from his wife’s carpet instead of riding my dick again.

“Fuck, I needed that,” I said still slowly fucking him as he finished.

“Dad, you home?” We heard my buddy Lance call from the kitchen as the door to the garage closed hard behind him.

“Fuck, get dressed,” Rob commanded as he pulled of my dick.

“Uh—this is my room,” Josh retorted with a playful wink. “I’m sorry. We can go to Ryan’s room if you need to study.”

“Nah, it’s cool,” I shrugged. “I’m just glad I didn’t walk in on you two doing more than just kissing.”

“Ten minutes sooner, and you would have,” Ryan laughed, making the universal sign for a blowjob, his fist pumping his mouth with his tongue pushing out the side of one cheek.

“Damn,” I replied enviously. “You gay dudes have it made. I haven’t had head in at least six months.”

“What?!” Josh exclaimed. “Dude. You’re fucking hot. There should be a line of bitches trying to get in your pants.”

“Yeah, well, that’s not happening,” I shrugged. “The only action I get is from my right hand.”

Josh and Ryan made no response, sharing a mutually concerned look instead. A non-verbal conversation seemed to be taking place between them, culminating with Josh giving an approving nod to Ryan.

“I’ll suck your dick,” Ryan suddenly blurted, turning his head to me, his eyes traveling down to my crotch.

“W-what?” I stuttered in shock. “I don’t—I don’t think that—”

“You should let him blow you,” Josh insisted. “Ryan gives amazing head. The best I’ve ever had.”

“Not to brag,” Ryan interjected, “but I was awarded the title ‘Blow Job Queen’ amongst the camp counselors where I worked last summer.”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” I dismissed. “I’m not gay.”

“Dude. You don’t have to be gay to get a blow job from another dude,” Josh stated.

“Yeah,” Ryan concurred. “Half the guys I’ve sucked off have been straight guys who just needed to get their balls emptied. Head from another guy means no more than sharing a handshake—no big deal.”

“I just—I just don’t think I could enjoy having a guy go down on me,” I protested.

“Maybe you should tell that to your cock,” Ryan suggested, eyeing my crotch. He had aptly noted that I was rock hard, my cock straining against the flimsy material of my athletic shorts, after listening to all this talk about blow jobs.

An internal debate raged inside me. On one hand, I could seriously use some head. Jacking off in the shower every morning was fine, but nothing compared to kicking back and relaxing while having your cock milked for you. But on the other hand, I had never considered hooking up with a dude. I was straight. I liked pussy. I wasn’t gay. But could I cross that line? For some no-strings, easy head?

Yes. Yes, indeed. I most certainly could.

“Fuck it,” I acquiesced, flopping down on the edge of the bed. “You can suck me off.”

“Do you want me to leave while Ryan blows you?” Josh asked, turning towards the door.

“Nah, it’s cool,” I assured him. “You can watch for all I fucking care—since it’s no different than a handshake.”

“Spread your legs wider,” Ryan directed, dropping to his knees and pulling down my shorts. “Mmm. You are hung,” he licked his lips as he unleashed my hard cock. “Josh told me you’re big.”

“How the—?” I looked to Josh.

“Dude,” he laughed. “We share a room. I can’t help it if I catch a glimpse of your big dick when you’re getting dressed. That’s the privilege of being roommates.”

But before I could respond to Josh, Ryan took my cock down his throat in one quick gulp, mashing my balls against his chin.

“HOLY FUCK,” I cried out. “How the fuck are you doing that?”

“Haven’t you ever been deep throated?” asked Ryan, coming up for air and giving me a wink, his saliva stringing from his lips to the tip of my cock. “Bitches know shit about sucking dick. That’s why you need a gay dude to do it for you.”

I couldn’t argue with that. Straight out of the gate, Ryan was already better than any bitch who had tried to suck me off. His technique was incredible. Popping back on my cock, he worked his tongue up and down my shaft, teasing the underside of my cock head with light tongue flicks every time he passed over it. My toes curled as he traveled farther south and licked and sucked my balls, finding that ultra-sensitive spot just under my ballsack and giving it its due attention.

“Suck me,” I begged when I couldn’t stand the ball work anymore. “Suck my fucking cock.”

Dutifully, Ryan returned to sucking me. Alternating his rhythm and pace, he bobbed up and down on my cock, continuing to work my balls with his hand as he proceeded to suck me. With the intense feeling of my load rising slowly in my shaft, I tried to hold back. It was a losing battle.

“You gonna bust down his throat?” Josh demanded, seated almost next to me on the bed and rubbing his cock through his shorts while watching his boyfriend going down on me. “You gonna feed him your load?”

“Yeah,” I responded, still trying to hold back. But, Jesus, it was impossible. “Oh, FUCK,” I bellowed, staring down at Ryan as he continued to gobble on my big dick, his eyes looking up at me in supplication. “Don’t stop, dude . . . Keep going . . . I’m about to . . . FUCK . . . SHIT.”

It was the best orgasm I’d ever had. My head snapped back as my cock erupted down Ryan’s open throat. Greedily, he devoured my cum. No bitch had ever let me cum in her mouth, much less eaten my cum. The sensation of being sucked dry was overwhelming.

“Mmm. You shoot a big load,” Ryan marveled, licking his lips as he released my cock. Josh leaned towards Ryan and, instantly, they began to kiss, sharing my load between them.

“Your cum tastes pretty good, bro,” Josh remarked with a wink. “So what did you think of Ryan? Was he good?”

“He was fucking incredible,” I exhaled, stretching back on the bed, my spent cock flopped against my thigh. “The best head I’ve ever had.”

“Wait until you try his ass next,” Josh winked. “Ryan’s tight hole is fucking unreal.”

“Oh—I don’t think—” I began to protest. But who was I kidding? I had already dipped my toe in the pool. I might as well take the plunge.

“Waiting for you. You said you wanted to fuck me in the locker room. Here I am.”

“You’re going to get me fired. You’re fucking crazy,” the coach laughed.

“You won’t get fired Coach D. No one’s here. You can fuck me as hard as you want and I can scream as loud as I want,” Bryan said wiggling his ass.

Coach D. was hard as a rock. Seeing his favorite muscle boy presenting himself like this was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Who knew his quarterback was a slutty bottom who had a thing for older men. 

“When I started fucking you I never thought it would last that long. But you keep wiggling that ass in those tight football pants…. boy, I swear, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Can’t help it. You’re a fucking beautiful dude. I love it when you fuck my pussy.”

Coach lost his breath. He’d said it. The boy called his hole a pussy. He loved hearing his masculine, muscular jock body referring to his ass as a pussy.”

“Fuck, Bryan. I’m gonna regret this,” Coach D said as he shucked off his clothes, stroking his dick he walked up behind the athlete. He knew the kid was pre-lubed. He always was; the slut. He didn’t hesitate to slide right in and watch the kid arch his back even more, toss his head back and bellow out a swear word. Coach watched the kid’s back muscles as they flexed and popped. He loved a guy with a nice back. 

“Fucking your pussy, Bry. You like Coach in your pussy?”

“Fuck yes, Coach. Fucking love your dick inside me. Fuck my quarterback pussy.”

“Good girl. You’re leaving here with a baby inside you, bitch.”

“Thanks, but beards aren’t military regulation for soldiers,” he informed me. “I have to shave it off when I report back for duty in a few days.”

“I wish you didn’t have to go back so soon,” I said wistfully. “Your leave always flies by.”

“That’s just part of being in the service,” he shrugged. “You get used to it.”

“You know I’m proud of you—for serving,” I told him.

“Thanks,” he smiled. “And I’m proud of you, too. Getting into college. Joining a fraternity. That’s a big deal.”

“Nah,” I demurred. “It’s nothing like being sent halfway around the world. Does it get lonely when you’re deployed?”

“Sure,” he admitted. “But I’ve got lots of buds in my unit. We have some fun times.”

“Yeah, but don’t you get—you know—lonely?” I persisted.

“You mean, like, lonely for girls? For pussy?” he attempted to clarify.

“Yeah,” I answered, avoiding eye contact.

“Well, shit,” he laughed. “Of course I miss pussy. But a man learns to survive.” He then raised his fist upward and made the universal sign for jacking off.

“But are the rumors true?” I inquired. “Do soldiers sometimes fuck other guys when there’s no pussy around?”

“Shit, I could ask you the same,” he evaded. “Are the rumors true about fraternities? Do frat guys sometimes fuck other guys?”

“Yeah, it’s true,” I affirmed.

“Well, it’s no different in the military,” he admitted. “When a guy is desperate to drop a load, he’ll stick his dick in just about any hole.”

“Have you ever done that?” I pressed. “Fucked some guy when you needed to get off?”

“Jesus,” he exhaled. “It’s not something I want getting around, but yeah—I’ve fucked a few guys.”

My brother’s cock was getting hard, the warm shower water cascading down it. He was easily eight inches—bigger than mine. I wanted that big cock, and he could tell.

“What about you?” he asked. “You ever fuck some of your fraternity brothers?”

“They actually fuck me,” I answered, dropping my shorts and climbing into the shower with him.

“Where’s Mom and Dad?” he asked urgently.

“Costco,” I answered, bracing myself against the shower wall and presenting my ass to him. “They’ll be gone at least an hour.”

“You tell no one about this,” he warned, spitting on his cock. “Understand?”

“Don’t ask, don’t tell,” I joked as he pressed the tip of his cock against my puckered hole, his hands moving to my shoulders for purchase.

“Christ, you’re tight,” he grunted, impaling me with one, swift motion. “I ain’t gonna last long in this tight cunt.”

My brother wasn’t kidding. He treated my ass to a quick succession of grinding thrusts, gripping my shoulders for dear life. Just as I was getting into his rhythm, his body began to convulse.

“Fuck—I’m cumming,” he announced as he gave me one last thrust, mashing my face against the tiled wall as he flooded my guts.

“Yeah, fuckin’ breed me,” I begged. “Give me your seed.”

“Shit, I needed that,” he exhaled, pulling out of me, his warm load dripping from my used hole. “You take dick like a champ. Damn.”

“Thanks,” I smiled, as he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.

“Some buddies and I are meeting up in Biloxi tomorrow night,” he shared, tossing me a towel. “We’re gonna hit the casinos, get drunk, and party before we have to deploy again. You wanna join us?”

“I dunno,” I hesitated. “You have to be 21 to gamble in Biloxi, and I’m only 19.”

“Shit, bro,” he laughed, slapping me on the back. “I ain’t inviting you to gamble. I want you ass up in the hotel room for us all night.”

Zach had also told me a lot about his father, but had failed to mention that the man is hot as fuck. Don’t get me wrong, Zach is hot in his own right. But his father? Jesus fucking Christ. The muscles. The hairy chest. The salt and pepper hair. Sure, I’d been attracted to a few daddies before—but never the father of the guy I was dating.

To make matters worse, I wasn’t supposed to be alone with Zach’s dad. The plan was for us to spend the week at his dad’s place in East Hampton. But after our first night there, which included an oyster roast on the beach and one-too-many bottles of Pinot Grigio consumed between the three of us, Zach had a client emergency at work and had to return to the city for the day. He insisted I stay at the beach and get to know his father better. How could I refuse?

“I’m not sure how much Zach has told you about me,” his dad continued as we walked along the shore.

“Well, Mr. Hawthorn—” I began.

“Theo,” he interrupted. “Please call me Theo.”

“Well—uh—Theo,” I proceeded, “Zach has told me that you’re a successful CEO … and that you and his mom divorced when he was fairly young … and that—”

“Yes, yes,” Theo interrupted dismissively. “All of that you could learn from reading about me in Forbes or Wikipedia. Don’t you want to know what makes me tick? What gets me up in the morning?”

“Uh—sure,” I replied, not understanding where this was going.

“I like to fuck,” Theo stated matter-of-factly, staring out to sea. “Sure, a good diet and exercise are important for maintaining a healthy bod—but nothing is better than that release of endorphins when having raw, passionate sex. You understand?”

“Uh—yes,” I stammered, shocked that my boyfriend’s dad was talking to me about his sex life.

“I like to fuck as often as I can,” he continued. “Sometimes multiple times a day. The average idiot doesn’t understand that sex is God’s gift to man—His way of giving us some joy in this wretched world.”

“Umm—yeah,” I agreed, not knowing what else to say.

“You’ve got a big dick, don’t you?” Theo then asked, staring down at my rather-obvious bulge as the breaking waves roared behind us.

“Well—uh—I don’t know,” I evaded, not wanting to discuss my cock size with my boyfriend’s father.

“Don’t deny it,” Theo winked. “I can tell you’re hung just by looking at you. And Zach has always been a size queen. I know he wouldn’t be with you unless you were packing down there.”

“Yeah—I’ve got a big dick,” I finally conceded.

“You want to fuck me with it?” Theo asked bluntly. “Shove that big dick up my ass?”

“Zach—Zach didn’t tell me you take cock,” I confessed. “I didn’t know that you’re gay.”

“I’m not gay,” he scoffed. “And I don’t pretend to be straight. Labels mean shit. Sexual preference is a spectrum, and I’m all over the place. Some days I want pussy, and some days I want cock. But today, I want me some cock … your big one, to be specific.”

“I—uh—I dunno,” I stammered. “I’m not sure that we should—”

“Cut the shit,” Theo barked, removing his shades and looking me in the eye. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been drooling over me since you and Zach arrived here yesterday. Don’t pretend that you’re not attracted to me.”

“Yes,” I admitted. “You’re hot as fuck. But what about Zach? What we have is serious and—”

“Zach will never know,” Theo interrupted. “This is just sex between two guys. What happens in my bed is nobody else’s business—including Zach.”

I stared at the shore, my mind churning like the breaking waves. I loved Zach and didn’t wish to jeopardize our relationship. But on the other hand, Zach and I had agreed that we didn’t believe in monogamy—that we were allowed to play on the side as long as it didn’t get in the way of what we have together. A random blow job in the gym sauna was okay. But would fucking Zach’s father be a step too far?

“You know you want this ass,” Theo called to me, breaking my concentration. He had turned his back to me and dropped his shorts slightly to reveal just the top of his furry butt crack. “Imagine how good your big dick will feel inside this meaty cunt as I milk out your load.”

“Okay—I’ll fuck you,” I acquiesced, helpless to resist his offer. Theo was a predator, and I was his prey. There was no denying it.

Theo then led me back along the shore to the beach house. Once inside, as we climbed the stairs up to his palatial master suite overlooking the ocean, we passed several photos of Theo and Zach through the years: Catching a fish in a boat, Zach smiling up at Theo, one tooth missing. Standing in front of the castle at Disney World, Zach in a cute pair of Mickey Mouse ears. And then Zach’s graduation from Columbia Law, Theo beaming with his hand upon Zach’s shoulder. Was I really going to insert myself between this loving father and son pair by agreeing to fuck my boyfriend’s hot dad?

Yes. Yes, indeed.

“I like having my ass fucked from behind,” Theo announced while dropping his shorts and climbing onto the edge of the bed. The nub of a red butt plug protruded from his hairy, meaty ass. “As you can see, I’m already prepped and ready,” he stated, pulling out the butt plug and tossing it onto the floor.

“You were certainly confident that I was going to fuck you,” I laughed, undoing my shorts.

“I always get what I want,” Theo turned his head toward me and winked. “Now hurry up and get that—HOLY FUCK, you’re big,” he exclaimed upon getting his first look at my nine-incher. “It’s no wonder why Zach keeps telling me you’re the one.”

Theo arched his back as I prepared to mount him, placing my hands on his hips. “You ready for it?” I asked, pressing the full, rounded tip of my cock against his puckered hole.

“Tease me with it,” he ordered. “Make me fucking beg for your big dick.”

“Yeah?” I taunted, slowly spreading his cunt with my cock head, barely working it in and out. “You want this big cock inside you?”

“Uh huh,” Theo moaned, pushing back against me, my cock slowly breaching his eager cunt and then withdrawing, never giving him the satisfaction of full penetration. “Shove it in me,” he begged. “I want to feel all of you inside me.”

“Are you sure?” I taunted. “Maybe this big dick is more than you can handle? Maybe I shouldn’t give it to you?”

“Give it to me,” he begged, as I continued to tease his hole. “Fuckin’ wreck my cunt with that huge cock.”

“Okay,” I acquiesced, grabbing Theo by the hips and impaling him with my rock-hard cock, my balls pressed firmly against his straining hole.

“FUCK,” he gasped, nearly biting the sheets. “Jesus Christ, you’re thick.”

“You want it low and slow, or fast and furious?” I asked almost rhetorically as I treated his hole to some deep, deliberate thrusts.

“I think you know the answer to that,” Theo turned back with a wink. “Fucking wreck me.”

“As you wish,” I replied, giving his firm, hairy ass a slap. Ramping up my pace, I raised Theo’s ass higher as I climbed on the bed, my feet planted at both sides of his ass, and began to furiously jackhammer the living shit out of him.

I must admit that, in that moment, the brutal betrayal of fucking my boyfriend’s dad was a huge turn on. I imagined Zach unexpectedly barging in on us—discovering me with my cock up his dad’s ass, railing him like a slutty bitch. Having a strong moral compass, I had always toed the line in life, always doing the right thing. But it was fun to be a bit naughty for a change. Being bad felt, well, pretty good.

“You gonna cum up my ass?” Theo demanded, breaking me from my deep introspection as I continued to wreck his hole on autopilot. “You gonna fuckin’ breed me?”

“Yeah,” I answered, staring down at my big dick as I continued to glide in and out of his eager cunt, defiling my boyfriend’s dad with each thrust. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Get ready for it,” I warned urgently, giving his guts one final, deep thrust.

“Yeah, own this hole,” Theo exclaimed as my cock pulsed and throbbed inside him, releasing my seed into his cavernous void.

“FUCK … SHIT,” I grunted, collapsing upon him on the bed, our sweaty bodies pressed together as my balls emptied within him.

“Damn, you’re one hot fuck,” Theo exhaled. “How about joining me for a shower?”

I suppose it’s no surprise that I fucked Theo in the shower. And then again on the bed. And then up against the kitchen counter after he had prepared us some lunch. He was an insatiable bottom, addicted to my big dick. In all, I seeded his ass with six loads by the time Zach returned to the beach house that night. Theo and I were once again freshly showered, removing the odiferous melange of sweat and cum that had permeated our bodies all day.

“How did it go with my dad today?” Zach asked, greeting me with a kiss as he came through the door. “What did you guys do?”

“Oh—uh—not much,” I answered evasively. “We took a walk along the shore this morning and then just hung out all day, getting to know each other better.”

“That’s great,” Zach smiled. “I knew you two would hit it off.” Zach then scanned the room to make sure his dad wasn’t listening. “I—uh—I should have warned you that my dad can be a bit of a predator. He’s tried to fool around with some of my past boyfriends. He’s not even gay. It’s just part of his narcissism—he always wants what I have.”

“Oh, wow,” I feigned surprise. “But you needn’t worry. Your dad was a perfect gentleman. And I would never hookup with him.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Zach replied with relief, giving me another kiss. “I knew there was no need to worry. You’re such a good man.”

“Mikey,” he greeted in his booming voice. “I heard you were home from college. You remember me? I used to work with your dad.”

“Sure, I remember you, Mr. DiCaprio—”

“Call me Frank,” he interrupted, glancing down at my exposed cock. “You’re a man now.”

“Okay—Frank,” I smiled.

“You liking school?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

“You gettin’ a lot of pussy?” he whispered, leaning into my ear, his hairy pecs pressed up against me.

“Oh—uh—not really,” I laughed awkwardly. “It’s not always easy to score. Just about all the girls at my school already have boyfriends.”

“I hear you,” Frank nodded. “Between you and me, I used to stick my dick in anything with a pulse when I was your age.”

“Oh—wow,” I chuckled nervously at his admission, not ignorant to what he was suggesting. “I’m not really sure I could—”

“You wanna fuck my ass?” Frank interrupted, glancing down at my cock once more. “I’m really good at taking a big dick like yours.”

“Jesus.” I gasped. “I thought you were married.”

“I am,” he acknowledged. “But Alice doesn’t have a dick. And some days, I just want me some dick. So you wanna fuck my ass?”

“I—I don’t know,” I stammered. “I’ve never fucked a guy before.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” Frank winked. “I’ve got a tight cunt. And I’ll let you cum up my ass.”

There was a time when I would have been repulsed by the idea of fucking a dude, but that time had passed. The reality was that I hadn’t seen pussy in months. Not getting laid can really fuck with a guy’s head. Tired of rubbing out countless solo loads to porn on my phone, I was definitely amenable to sticking my dick in anything with a pulse, as Frank put it so eloquently.

“Okay,” I agreed. “I’ll fuck your ass. Where do you want to do this?”

“Meet me in the sauna in two minutes,” Frank instructed, grabbing a small bottle of lube from his locker. “It’s always dead in there at this time of day.”

Following orders, I took a quick rinse in the gym showers and then made my way to the sauna, my cock hardening with each step in eager anticipation of dumping a load in this guy. Frank was bent over a sauna bench when I entered, his meaty ass presented to me, his hairy hole slathered in lube.

“Slide that big dick in me,” he commanded, his puckered hole pulsing expectantly. “I’m prepped and ready.”

“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, pushing my nine-incher into his warm, wet depths, sliding into him balls deep with ease. “Your hole feels so fucking good.”

“I knew you’d love my cunt,” Frank growled, grinding his ass into me. “Fuckin’ own this hole. Make it yours.”

“Yes, sir,” I agreed, grabbing him by the hips, pounding him harder.

“That’s it. Fuckin’ give it to me,” he moaned, reaching under himself and cupping my balls and then feeling my shaft as it slid in and out of his tight hole. “God, I love a big dick.”

And my big dick was loving his cunt. I was delivering a pornstar performance, fucking him in a way that I never could with a girl. With my balls mashed against his wet hole, I reveled in the novel experience of going balls deep, which I could never manage when fucking pussy.

“You gonna breed me?” Frank demanded, contracting his sphincter around the base of my cock, driving me wild. “You gonna cum up my ass?”

“Yeah,” I agreed, jackhammering him harder, the cum rising quickly in my engorged shaft. “Get ready for it.”

“That’s it. Fuckin’ seed me,” he begged.

As if on cue, my cock exploded in his depths as I grunted out spurt after spurt of pent-up tension. My body quaked as I flooded his guts, his sphincter gripping my cock, pulling me into him.

“Jesus, that was good,” he exhaled, releasing me as my dick stopped throbbing inside him. “That big dick was just what I needed.”

“Thanks,” I grinned, pulling out of him, my pearly load pooling in the gaping hole I had left behind. “I—uh—I better hit the showers,” I announced, staring down at my spent cock.

“You be sure to tell your dad I said hello,” Frank advised. But before I could respond, a muscled guy covered in tatts entered the sauna, his eyes immediately on Frank and his available cunt.

“Fuck yeah,” the tatted guy growled, undoing his towel and mounting Frank with his thick cock. “I love a sloppy hole.”

I took my leave as the tatted guy used Frank’s ass. After a quick shower, I dressed and made my way home. Dad was sitting on the front porch reading the newspaper when I arrived.

“How was the gym?” asked Dad, his eyes peering at me over the top of the paper.

“Good,” I smiled. “I ran into Frank—I mean, Mr. DiCaprio in the locker room.”

“Oh yeah?” Dad gave a twisted smile. “I heard that Frank has turned into a bit of a gym slut, taking cock in the sauna all day long.”

“Yeah,” I laughed bashfully. “You’ve probably heard right.”

“You think Frank is still there?” Dad asked, glancing at his watch. “I—uh—I need to speak to him.”

“Umm—probably,” I answered. “But isn’t Mom gonna have dinner ready soon?”

“Tell your mother to keep dinner warm in the oven until I’m back from the gym,” Dad instructed, putting down the paper, his pants tenting. “I won’t last long—I mean, I won’t be long.”

“Score any pussy yet?” I inquired, entering his room with a towel around my waist.

“You think I’d still be sitting here?” he snapped back. “Jesus Christ. What does it take for a guy to get his dick wet on a Saturday night?”

“Did you text Marissa?” I asked, sitting on the bed next to him.

“Yeah. Her parents are in town,” he answered, not taking his eyes off his phone screen.

“Fuck. What about Katy?” I suggested as I removed my towel and stretched out naked and face down on his bed.

“Katy’s up at the lake for the weekend,” he groaned, oblivious to me.

“How about Gina?” I offered, grabbing a bottle of lube from his bed table and proceeding to work a greased finger into my hole.

“The bitch is ignoring my texts,” he scoffed. “Man, my balls are gonna pop. I just need to get this dick in a snatch.”

“What about my snatch?” I proposed, raising my ass slightly off the bed.

“What the fuck?” he exclaimed, turning his head, his eyes finally upon me.

I buried my face in his pillow. If this was going to work, he needed to forget it was me, and imagine I was just another one of his easy sluts presenting my cunt to him.

“I can’t believe it’s fuckin’ come to this,” he muttered under his breath as I heard him undoing his belt. Then came the unzipping of his pants. His meaty hands were at the small of my back. His knees were pushing my legs wider. And then — WHAM — he was inside me.

“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, going balls deep in my wet cunt. I could tell he was huge — easily nine inches by the depths he was reaching inside me.

Wordlessly, he began to plank above me, his muscular arms on either side of me. He was brutal in the way he began to pound me with his big dick — a primeval predator conquering his prey.

I wanted to scream and release the waves of pleasure and pain coursing through me. But I was silent, not wanting to break the savage spell that had washed over him. I needed to be silent, soulless — an inanimate vessel in which he could dump his load. It wouldn’t take long.

A deep growl emitted from him, building with each thrust that he delivered. His balls were smacking my ass. His sweat was raining upon my back. And then suddenly — “SHIT” as his cock throbbed and released his load inside me, coating the walls of my cunt.

“Fuck, I needed that,” he announced as he withdrew from me and collapsed on the bed, his thick cum gushing from the cavernous void of my wrecked hole.

His phone buzzed suddenly. “Is that one of your bitches?” I asked, still motionless on the bed.

“Nah. It’s my buddy Dylan,” my roommate answered, reading a text. “He’s trying to get laid tonight, and wants to know if I can hook him up with some pussy.”

“What’d you tell him?” I inquired eagerly.

“I invited Dylan here,” he replied, putting down his phone. “Told him I’ve got a slut on my bed who wants to get tagged all night.”

Knowledge

I knew what I was doing. Yeah. I knew. I didn’t give a fuck though. The kid was in college now. He was an adult. He could make up his own mind. He could be his own man. My question was this: Would he be man enough to be his own man?

I’d known for years. At first I thought it was just curiosity. You know - natural. I remember when I first got my juice - my brain and body went crazy. I wanted to learn all about girls and guys and pussies and cocks. But, once I had 'the talk’ with him, I figured he’d be more focused on chicks than dicks.

But, he wasn’t. He still lurked around my bathroom. Still gave me the side-eye down at the Y, after our pick-up games.

Even his coaches made comments, without coming right out and fronting it.

“Oh - he’s a good kid. A great kid. Super obedient - you know . . . almost like he likes being told what to do.” I would just look at them, nodding, waiting to see if they had the balls to say what I’d known for years.

But, they never did.

The wrestling coach came the closest to telling me the truth about my son. He said, “Ya know - once he gets some pussy, he’ll probably be fine. He’ll snap right out of it. That’s what happens to most guys, anyway.”

I just smiled, giving him a knowing nod. “Yeah - we’ll see.”