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Garrett and I were best buds all through high school, but had been apart for our first year of college. We had planned this road trip and a week at the beach to kick off our summer together again. And though nothing had changed between Garrett and me during our year apart, it was clear that he had changed in one significant way—his hairy chest. 

“I—I don’t understand,” I said, trying not to salivate over the furry forest that had sprouted upon my buddy’s chest and abdomen. “Your chest was as smooth as a baby’s butt a year ago.”

“I know,” he laughed, still holding up his shirt with one hand as he ran his fingers through his luscious body hair. “It was like someone dumped Miracle Grow on my chest about a month into college. Overnight, I was suddenly hairy. My dad said it was the same for him at my age.”

“That’s crazy,” I replied, attempting to resist the urge to give his man fur a thorough tongue bath. “You’re definitely as hairy as your dad now.”

“Dude—that’s why I need to find a pack of razors in this place,” Garrett finally lowered his shirt and began to scan the shelves of the convenience store. “I gotta shave it all off before we get to the beach. The bitches aren’t going to dig all this body hair.”

And then he started to walk towards the clerk at the front of the store, a burly man with a beard and hairy arms covered in tattoos. “Hey, dude—?” Garrett called out to the clerk. “Where do you keep the razors?”

“In the back, opposite the beer case,” the clerk replied, pointing. “They’re with the toiletries and first-aid shit.” 

“No—don’t,” I blurted out grabbing Garrett by the arm, forgetting myself. “Don’t shave off all that fur. It’s hot as fuck on you.”

“Wait—what? My body hair is hot as fuck to you?” Garrett cocked his head to one side, his face scrunched up in confusion. “Dude—why would you fucking say that?”

“Jesus,” I exhaled, unable to look my buddy in the eye. “I had planned to tell you when we got to the beach. I’m—well, you see—I’m—”

“Gay,” Garrett blurted out the word when it failed to cross my lips. “Yeah, bro. I know that you’re gay.”

“Wait—how did you know?” I demanded in shock. “I’ve only come out to a few of my new friends back at school. My family doesn’t even know yet.”

“Dude,” Garrett smiled broadly, putting a reassuring hand upon my shoulder. “I’ve known for a long time that you’re gay. You’ve never had any interest in girls or scoring pussy. And it’s pretty obvious that you’ve got a crush on me.”

“Christ,” I groaned, turning three shades of red. “Am I really that transparent?”

“Yeah,” Garrett laughed. “But I don’t mind. I guess I’ve always been a bit flattered that you’ve got a crush on me. It’s a good confidence boost when I’m not scoring with the bitches.”

“Look—I don’t want you to think that I’m gonna hit on you,” I tried to reassure my buddy. “I know that you’re, like, one-hundred percent straight. Now that I’m out to you, you have my word that I’m not gonna try to suck you off or whatever.”

“Why not offer to suck me off?” Garrett winked. “I might let you.”

“Wait—what?” I gasped, my mouth agape. “You—you’d seriously let me blow you?”

“Yeah, I mean, why the fuck not?” he smiled deviously. “They always say that guys give better head. Maybe you could prove it to me?”

“I’m game for that,” I agreed. “But they also say that ass is way better than pussy—tighter than any bitch’s cunt. I could prove that to you, too.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” asked Garrett, giving a nod to the men’s room in the back corner of the convenience store. “Show me what you’ve got.”

While the burly store clerk rang up a bunch of girls who looked two young to be buying cigarettes, Garrett and I snuck into the men’s room, latching the door behind us. The small bathroom was nasty and smelled like ass, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Drop your pants and lean over that sink there,” Garrett directed as he unzipped his jeans and, resting the band of his CK briefs beneath his balls, pulled out a thick eight-incher that was already rock hard.

“I gotta suck you first, get you wet,” I directed, dropping to my knees. “There’s no way I’m gonna get that big thing up my ass without some spit. You’re hung like fuck, bro.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” Garrett gloated as I took his big one down my throat and began to suck him. “HOLY FUCK,” he exclaimed a little too loudly. “Your throat is fucking incredible.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” I parodied, coming up for air briefly before returning his big cock to my throat, sucking him ravenously.

“Dude—slow up,” he cautioned. “You’re gonna make me nut before I can even get it up your ass.”

“We can’t have that,” I released him, the taste of his precum on my lips. “Let’s get that big cock in my tight cunt.”

Standing up, I unzipped and dropped my pants to my knees. Turning around, I bent forward over the sink, gripping the edge for stability as Garrett placed his hands at my hips. 

“Alright, bro. Just go ahead and—FUCK,” I yelped, his big dick suddenly impaling me with one, swift thrust. The pain was unreal, my sphincter on fire. “Dude—SLOW UP,” I begged. “SLOW UP.”

But Garrett ignored me, pounding the living shit out of my cunt at a breakneck pace. I should have known better. Straight guys always get a little over-eager the first time they try a dude’s ass—aggressively fucking in a way they would never dare with a bitch.

“Damn, bro,” I watched him exclaim in the mirror over the sink, staring down at his cock as he ravaged my hole. “This shit is fucking tight—way tighter than pussy. You weren’t kidding.”

“I told you,” I bragged, twerking on his big rod. My sphincter had relaxed, my cunt opening for him. He was pounding me hard, abusing my fuck canal in the best possible way. “Fuck me with that big dick,” I pleaded. “Fucking wreck my hole.”

“I’m doin’ my best,” Garrett replied, biting his lower lip. I could tell he was concentrating, trying to hold back his nut. 

“You feeling close?”

“Yeah, bro,” he replied through gritted teeth, his big dick battering my bowels, his balls smacking my ass with each thrust. “But I’m trying to hold back. I don’t wanna cum this fast.”

“Don’t worry about it, dude. You can fuck my ass all week when we get to the beach,” I reminded him. “Now dump that load in me whenever you’re ready.”

“You’re about to get it,” Garrett warned, his cock swelling inside me, his balls throbbing rhythmically. “OH FUCK, bro—Here it comes—FUCK—FUCK.”

I gripped my sphincter around the base of his cock, reveling in the forceful pulsing within my bowels as my buddy flooded my guts with a massive load. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt as his big dick spewed over and over within me, filling me with his seed. 

“Jesus, that was good,” Garrett exhaled, pulling out of me, his load dripping from my wrecked hole, streaming down the back of my leg. “When I woke up today, I never would have thought I’d end up fucking my best buddy in a men’s room.”

“Dude, we better hurry up and get the fuck out of here,” I advised, pulling up my pants as Garrett stuffed his spent cock back into his jeans. “We don’t want that clerk catching us,” I cautioned as Garrett undid the latch and opened the men’s room door. 

“Too late,” the burly clerk announced, leaning in the doorway, his hairy, inked arms crossed over his meaty pecs. “Sounded like you two boys had some fun in there.”

“It’s—uh—it’s not what you think,” Garrett began to stammer. “We were just—”

“Which one of you was taking dick in here?” the clerk interrupted, pushing himself into the men’s room with us.

“I—I was taking cock,” I stuttered, unable to deny it.

“We gotta make this fast, so drop them drawers and bend over that sink,” the burly clerk commanded me. He quickly unzipped his pants, pulling out a fat cock that was thicker than a beer can. “My wife is on the rag, and I’ve gotta five-day load in these balls for you, boy.”

“Don’t mention it,” I smiled, trying not to ogle my own father’s incredible body. “I know the divorce from Mom was rough on you, so I thought you deserved a chance to blow off some steam. I’ve got a whole itinerary planned for us. After dinner at the hotel tonight, there’s a comedy club up the street, and I thought we could—”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, Zach,” Dad held up his meaty palm. “I appreciate that you’re looking out for me, and I look forward to spending some quality time with my only son,” Dad continued, “but before any of that can happen, I really need to score some pussy tonight.”

“Oh—uh—sure,” I nodded, surprised by his unveiled intent. 

“You’re a man now, Zach,” Dad began. “So I’m gonna level with you. Your mother didn’t show me her pink cunt for at least the past ten years. And once we started the divorce proceedings, my attorney advised me to keep it zipped—that a lot of wives hire investigators to dig up shit that could be used against the husband. But now that the divorce is finalized and I’m a free man, my balls are gonna pop if I don’t get laid—fast.”

“I understand completely, Dad,” I assured him. “To be honest, I was really hoping to get some dick while we’re here. Let’s ditch the comedy club and check out the hotel bar tonight. A good looking guy like you—you’ll have your choice of pussy. And maybe I’ll score me some cock.”

“Fingers crossed for the both of us,” Dad smiled deviously before knocking back the rest of his drink. 

The hotel bar, with a crowd that was much younger than Dad, was not what he had anticipated. Although he was an undeniably hot DILF, Dad’s game was a bit rusty, having been married to my mom for the past twenty-five years. 

But Dad’s luck changed when an attractive, young woman seated at the opposite end of the bar started making eyes at Dad. And from the way she was dressed in a tight skirt and a low-cut top that revealed her ample tits, the bitch was definitely looking to get her pussy smashed.

“Go talk to her,” I encouraged Dad.

“I’m already on it, Zach,” he replied, standing up to approach her. “Give me a couple hours after I take her up to our room, okay?” Dad requested. “I’ll hang the Do Not Disturb sign while we’re—uh—busy.”

Within three minutes of chatting with the hot bitch, Dad was escorting her out of the bar and towards the elevators in the lobby, his meaty hand at her back. Dad looked back and gave me a thumbs up, his mojo restored, his big cock already straining against the fabric of his linen pants in anticipation of pounding the bitch’s eager pussy. I was happy for Dad’s good fortune. 

Fortune favored me as well that night. Within minutes of Dad’s departure, a good looking guy in town on business sidled up next to me at the bar and bought me a drink. I could see the white tan line from where he had removed his wedding band. Married guys looking for a warm hole while traveling for work are always a good fuck. And so I followed the guy up to his room where he pounded my ass for over two hours, ignoring the intrusive calls from his wife before seeding my hole with a massive load.

It was after midnight before I slinked back to the hotel room that I was sharing with Dad, my hole wrecked. The Do Not Disturb sign was conspicuously absent, and so I decided it was safe to enter.

I found Dad upon the bed, in nothing but his briefs, watching pay-per-view porn, his hard cock stretching the material, a dark spot of precum staining the front. The door to the mini bar was hanging open with empty miniatures of gin, whiskey, and vodka strewn on the floor. 

“What—what happened with the hot bitch?” I asked, confused by the scene in front of me.

“She was a fucking whore,” Dad spat drunkenly, not taking his eyes off the porn on the TV screen, a blonde bitch getting her pussy double-tagged by two hung guys.

“Well—isn’t that what you wanted?” I laughed. “An easy slut looking for dick?”

“No, Zach—she was an actual whore—a prostitute,” Dad clarified. “She sat me on the edge of the bed, unzipped me, pulled out my big cock, and said it would be $100 bucks to suck me off—$250 if I wanted to smash her pussy. So I told her to get the fuck out of my room.”

“Why’d you do that?” I asked. “You’re horny as fuck. It would have been money well spent to get your rocks off.”

“Do I look like a guy who needs to pay for sex?” Dad barked angrily. “Never in my life have I been so hard up for pussy that I had to fuck a prostitute, and I don’t aim to start now.”

“I know—I’m sorry,” I sympathized. “Look, it’s only a bit after midnight. The bar doesn’t close until 2 am. Let’s get dressed, go back down there, and—”

“I’m not going back to that damn bar, Zach—not tonight,” Dad refused. “I just want to go to bed and start fresh in the morning.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” I agreed. “But let’s turn off the pussy porn, okay?” I suggested, reaching for the TV remote. “Watching it now is only going to make things worse.”

“Fine,” Dad agreed, pulling down the covers to his bed. “How was your night, Zach?” he changed the subject, slipping under the covers and propping his muscular arms behind his head. “You score any dick?”

“Yeah,” I answered, embarrassed at my good luck in the face of my dad’s misfortune. “The dude dumped a big load in me.”

“You gay guys have it so easy,” Dad grumbled. “Sex is like a handshake for you guys. You don’t have to jump through countless hoops to get laid, like us straight guys.”

“Actually—the guy who fucked me tonight was straight,” I informed Dad. “I saw evidence of a wedding band, and his phone kept blowing up while he was railing me—probably a paranoid wife.”

“Does that happen often for you—sex with straight guys?” Dad asked, his interest piqued. 

“Yeah—I mean, probably half of my hookups are with straight guys just looking for an easy hole,” I admitted candidly. “A lot of guys just need to drop a load when they’re not scoring pussy, or when their wives or girlfriends aren’t putting out.”

Dad was quiet, his wheels turning. We had never had such a frank discussion about my sex life. He knew I was gay, but normally didn’t wish to know the gory details. 

I quickly stripped down for bed. Turning out the light, I gave Dad a quick peck on the cheek, his eyes closed, his breathing shallow. I then climbed into my own bed, turning over onto my stomach, balling up the pillow under my head. I soon began to drift off to blissful sleep—until it happened.

Dad’s weight was suddenly upon my bed, the covers inching their way below my ass. I knew what was happening—what he wanted. The truth was that I wanted it, too.

As a gay boy growing up with a father that looked like mine—the incredible good looks, the muscles, the hairy chest, the big dick—sex with my dad had long been a gay son’s fantasy. And now all those wet dreams were finally coming true. The man needed a warm hole, and I was there to provide it.

“Fuck, that’s a wet pussy,” Dad moaned, his breath hot at my ear, his thick finger probing my used hole as he pulled down my briefs with his other hand. “I’m gonna enjoy pounding this cunt.”

His weight was suddenly upon me, his hairy chest pressed into my back. His rounded cock head found my sphincter, initiating penetration. Dad raised himself into a plank upon his muscular arms, his strong hands pushed into the mattress on either side of my body. And then—wham—my father’s nine-inch cock, the cock that had made me, was inside me.

“Fuuuuuck,” he exhaled, instantly going balls deep. “Christ, this hole is tight.”

I wanted to joke that my hole was much tighter a couple hours prior, before the married guy at the bar pounded the shit out of me. But I was silent, not wishing to break the spell. Dad was drunk off his ass, his body consumed with the need to fuck. It was likely he wouldn’t even remember fucking me the next morning. I decided that I would be an anonymous participant, passively allowing Dad to use me in any way that he wanted. 

What Dad wanted was to destroy my cunt. Instantly, he revved his engines, his speed going from zero to sixty in about three seconds as he proceeded to pummel the shit out of me. I gripped the sheets beneath me, bracing myself against his assault, his big cock abusing my hole.

“Fuck yeah—take this big cock, bitch,” he barked at me. Did he even know it was me that he was fucking—his own flesh and blood? Did he even care? Our shared blood sure didn’t matter to me. I was reveling in the feeling of his big cock up my ass. I had taken big cocks before, but never one that could rival my dad’s huge endowment. 

As a kid, I had once caught my dad getting out of the shower. Innocently, I asked if my penis would grow to be as big as his one day. “I bet you’ll have a big one like me when you’re all grown up, son,” he gave me a wink before shooing me away. But Dad had lied. My dick, though perfectly serviceable, had never reached his epic size. But now, thanks to a sick twist of fate, I got to experience the thrill of having a big dick like Dad’s—inside me.

“That’s it—open that cunt for me,” Dad growled in my ear, his breath laced with booze, as I tilted my pelvis. Dad’s big cock slid impossibly deep inside my bowels, my toes curling in response. Christ, the man was a fuck machine. 

Over and over he continued to jackhammer my quivering cunt, battering my bowels with an unbridled fury. His pace was too quick, his drive too intense. His balls were too backed up. His stamina couldn’t possibly hold out much longer. 

“FUCK,” he bellowed urgently on the precipice of orgasm, his big cock expanding in my fuck canal. “You want some cum, bitch? You want me to dump this massive motherfuckin’ load in you?”

Once again, I failed to respond, afraid that the realization that he was balls deep in his own son could burst the bubble just before Dad’s climax. I wanted his load up my ass, and I was not about to do anything to jeopardize that result. In the end, it didn’t matter. Dad was ready to blow his wad and there was no stopping him.

“FUCK—SHIT,” he growled, his big cock throbbing in my depths, spewing his seed—our shared DNA—into my deepest recesses. “Yeah—take my nut, bitch—FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt. 

When his cock ceased pulsing inside of me, when his balls had yielded the last of his seed, Dad collapsed upon me. His drunken breath was hot at my ear, his sweaty chest pressed into my back, his big cock slowly going soft inside of me.

Dad pulled out of me as quickly as he had entered, a gaping hole left in his wake. His cum streamed from my used ass, puddling on the sheet beneath me. Worldlessly, he stumbled back to his own bed, crashing hard. Within minutes, he was snoring softly, deep in the clutches of post-coital slumber.

Dad was already dressed and combing his hair in the mirror when I awoke the next morning, my used ass still sore and leaking cum. He was bright-eyed and chipper. A good fuck was clearly what the man had needed. But did he even remember what had happened—that he had fucked his own son’s ass?

“Get out of bed, sleepyhead,” he called to me, like I was a kid again. “I’m heading down to the breakfast buffet, Zach. So get your ass in the shower and meet me downstairs.”

Dad was at the omelette station when I arrived to the buffet. A well-dressed, attractive woman was flirting openly with my dad, her hand on his muscular forearm as he held his plate. She threw her head back, laughing openly at one of Dad’s lame jokes. The bitch was clearly into my father, and would have likely spread her legs for him atop the breakfast pastries table if Dad had offered up his big cock to her.

“She’s a good catch,” I whispered to Dad moments later as he took a seat with me at a table in the corner. “I can make myself scarce for a couple hours if you want to smash her pussy up in our room.”

“I have no desire to smash her pussy,” Dad refused. 

“Why the hell not?”

“Well, for starters,” Dad began, “that flirty bitch is on the wrong side of thirty. I just got rid of an old car—I’m not looking to drive another one. And furthermore,” Dad locked eyes with me, “I’d rather fuck your tight ass again. So hurry up and finish your goddamn eggs, son. I’ve got another load in these balls for you.”

“Get off my fuckin’ back,” Bart rolled his eyes, taking a drag. “I had a shitty day at work, okay?”

“Just don’t let Ellie catch you out here smoking,” I warned. “She’ll have your balls.”

“I know,” he nodded, flicking ash onto the pavement. “I’ll finish before she gets home. I just needed a quick release.”

“I can give you a quick release,” I offered playfully. “And Ellie won’t smell it on you, like those cigarettes.”

“Dude, I’m not letting you suck my dick again,” Bart refused in a long stream of smoke. “I was drunk off my ass that one time.”

“Yeah, but not too drunk to admit it was the best blow job you ever had,” I reminded him. “Come on, man. Feed me a load over at my place,” I invited. “You know you’ll feel much better after I’ve drained those balls for you.”

“Not gonna happen, dude,” Bart stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray upon the garden table before stashing it behind a potted plant. “I gotta go mouthwash before Ellie gets home, or she’ll smell these cigs on my breath,” he turned to leave.

We parted ways, each of us to our own house. I was in my kitchen not five minutes later, pulling a box of pasta out of the cupboard to make dinner, when Bart wrapped urgently at my kitchen door. 

“Let’s make this quick,” he pushed inside as I opened the door, Listerine on his breath. “Ellie is gonna be home any minute now.”

Bart made a fast beeline to my couch, unzipping his jeans, releasing his thick, veiny, nine-incher as he took a seat. I instantly dropped to my knees, taking his big one down my throat, sucking him hard. 

“Christ, I forgot how good you are at this,” he exhaled, his head tipping back in ecstasy as I took him to the balls. “Yeah, choke on this big fuckin’ dick,” his hands held the back of my head. 

I went to town on that big dick, ravenously sucking him from base to tip. My hands reached up and massaged his hairy pecs as I sucked him, his big cock growing even more rigid in response. I then came up for air, my tongue traveling south to suck his full balls. 

“Yeah, work them balls,” he gripped his cock in one fist, beating it against my face as I sucked on his ripe, round beauties, churning the seed within. “You keep that up and you’re gonna get a big load outta me,” Bart promised. 

I worked my way back up his veiny shaft, licking along the way, taking that meaty head back down my throat. I had just resumed sucking him, eager to get his creamy load in my belly, when Bart suddenly stopped me. 

“Pull down your shorts,” he ordered. 

“Uh—okay,” I complied, pulling them down. “You want to see my cock while I suck you?”

“No—turn around,” Bart ordered. “I want to see your ass. Now bend over, show me that cunt.”

I did as told, exposing my hole to him. His thick finger found my knotted sphincter, tracing the rim, slowly pushing into it. Bart began to finger fuck me, pushing his digit in past his thick knuckle, opening me up. 

“Sit on my cock,” he demanded, suddenly withdrawing his finger and pulling me onto his lap. “I want to finish inside you.”

Wordlessly, I complied, taking a seat upon him like a kid sitting on Santa’s lap. With my ass resting upon his muscular thighs in a reverse cowboy position, Bart grabbed me by the hips and pushed into me. 

“FUCK,” I yelped, a flash of pain consuming my body as Bart rammed his nine-incher up my ass. He immediately went to work, his hips driving that big dick in and out of my straining hole, my back rubbing against his hairy chest and belly. 

Though I had sucked him beforehand, his cock was too dry. The friction was off the charts as he assaulted my hole, pummeling my ass with zero mercy. Yet that friction would work to my advantage. 

“I’m gonna bust,” Bart warned suddenly, a deep throbbing in my bowels. “OH FUCK—Here it comes—FUCK—YEAH—FUCK,” he bellowed, his cock releasing his seed into my depths. 

“Yeah, breed me,” I moaned in delight, grinding my ass against his pubes as his big dick flooded my guts with his warm load. “Seed my fuckin’ hole.”

“That was good,” Bart pushed me off his lap as soon as his balls were depleted, my body tumbling to the floor. “I gotta get home now before Ellie catches my ass over here,” he stood up and stuffed his cummy cock back into his jeans. 

“You’re welcome to come back whenever you want,” I invited, standing up on wobbly legs, his cum leaking from my gaping hole. “You can fuck me again like that anytime.”

“I’ll be back after work tomorrow,” Bart assured me, zippping up his fly. “If I’m gonna kick smoking, I’ll need another vice to take its place. Fucking your tight ass every day seems like the perfect choice.”

“I—uh—I heard there could be some layoffs,” I replied tentatively, taking a seat at the conference table as Dax took the chair opposite me.

“Yes,” he acknowledged. “I’m not going to lie to you. Often in these situations, I find employees who are either underperforming or not contributing to the overall success of the company, and they will be let go. But, first I’d like to spend a little time with you and get to know—”

“Look, I really need this job,” I interrupted him. “I just got out of college and I’ve got a shitload of education loans. It took me months to get hired here and, with the economy in the toilet, I can’t afford to be looking for another job.”

“Calm down, Bryce,” Dax held up the palm of his hand. “Nobody is saying you’re getting the ax at this point. I just want to have a discussion with you about your strengths and what you bring to the table. Maybe we could start there?”

“My strengths?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “What sets you apart from your co-workers? What’s something you’re really good at?”

I froze. My mind went blank. I was a new hire, still just a cog in the wheel. To be honest, a monkey could be trained to do my job or, worse, an AI bot. What the fuck could I tell this guy? I suddenly felt warm and clammy, sweat forming on my upper lip. Dax was looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to say some elusive magic word that would save my ass from the chopping block. And so I blurted out the only thing that came to mind.

“I’m really good at sucking dick.”

“The fuck?” he gasped, taken aback. “Is that—is that something you do here at work? You suck off your boss and the other guys on your team?”

“No—No,” I attempted to clarify. “I do not suck dick at work. Well, except for that one bartender at the office Christmas party, but he doesn’t technically work here.”

“Then why the fuck are you telling me this?” Dax demanded. “Are you offering to suck me off—in exchange for job security?”

“No—I mean—is that on the table?”

“Dude, I’ve been a consultant for twenty years, and I’ve never had a guy offer to blow me so he could keep his job,” Dax leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed. 

“Just—just forget I mentioned anything about sucking dick, okay?” I stammered. “I’m just really nervous and—”

“Now, hang on a minute, Bryce,” Dax cut me off. “I could be down for some head.”

“What—? Really—?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, reaching down and rubbing his bulging crotch. “I mean, it’s not like my wife ever sucks my big one anymore. Lemme ask—do you deep throat?”

“To the balls,” I answered, getting up from my chair, making my way around to his side of the conference table.

“Swallow?”

“Every last drop,” I assured him, dropping to my knees as he swung his chair around to face me. “I fucking love cum.”

“Good answer, Bryce,” Dax gave a wink, unzipping his jeans. Instantly, a thick nine-incher smacked me in the face. “Well, don’t just sit there drooling,” he admonished. “Get to work on this big dick. I’ve got a five-day load in these balls for you.”

Ravenously, I took that big cock down my throat. Making good on my promise, I deep throated him to the balls. His hands went to the back of my head, holding his cock down my throat.

“Fuck, man,” he marveled. “You weren’t lying. No bitch has ever been able to take me all the way down.”

With my hands gripping his knees, I went to town on his big dick, sucking him like my life depended on it—or, in this case, my job. Jesus, the dude was hung. But I reveled in showing off my skills, locking my lips around his thick shaft, taking him from balls to tip over and over again. 

“Christ, you know how to work a dick,” Dax praised, his strong hands moving to my shoulders, massaging me as I worked his cock in and out of my talented throat. “I’ve always heard that guys give better head, but I never believed it until now.”

“Guys have first-hand knowledgeable about working the equipment,” I replied, coming up for air, my saliva stringing between my lips and the tip of his cock. “And your big cock is a pleasure to—”

“Less talking, Bryce. More sucking,” Dax admonished me, shoving his big cock back down my throat. “You keep working it like that, and you’re gonna get a big load out of me.”

Emboldened by his promise of a big reward, I picked up my pace, my neck pivoting repeatedly on his big one. His precum was copious, coating my tongue and running down my throat—a delicious precursor of the meal to come. Rhythmically, I treated him to some deep dives down my throat, his fat cock head breaching the upper limits of my esophagus with each pass. 

“Shit, that’s good,” Dax moaned, his balls hugging his body, his cock beginning to swell down my throat. “Yeah—just like that,” he directed. “Yeah—don’t stop—yeah—just like that. OH FUCK—Here it comes—OH SHIT—FUCK—FUCK.”

A forceful blast of jizz hit the back of my throat, coating my tonsils, as his massive load spewed down my gullet. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt as ten—twelve—fifteen shots of cum discharged into my hungry belly. 

“Dude—that was the best damn blow job that I’ve ever had,” Dax exhaled, extracting his cock from my throat. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you’re in the wrong line of work.”

“So—is my job safe now?” I asked, wiping the melange of cum and saliva from my chin with the back of my hand. “You’re not going to recommend that they fire me?”

“Fire you?” Dax laughed, stuffing his wet cock back into his jeans. “You were never going to be fired, Bryce. They already pay you shit, so your salary would be just a drop in the bucket. But thanks for the killer head. If you don’t mind, I might bring you back in after lunch for some more—uh—discussion.”

“I’m just gonna hang around a little longer,” Mike informed me. “I need to take a few readings once the unit gets going and make sure it’s pumping out cool air for you.”

“Can I get you anything?” I offered, stopping myself from offering up my ass to him. “A cold glass of water?” 

“Christ, a glass of ice water would be wonderful,” he smiled, wiping his sweaty brow with the back of his forearm. 

Leading him into the kitchen, I filled a large glass with ice and then cold water from the tap before handing it to him. I fixed myself a glass, too, needing to cool down in my own way. 

“It’s a sick twist of fate that AC units always give out on the hottest day of the year,” Mike shared, gulping down the water, filling up the glass again from the kitchen sink. “It’s hot as fuck out there.”

“You certainly look hot,” I observed, not shying away from the ballsy pun, my eyes traversing his incredible body. “You want to use my shower while you wait to check the unit?”

“That would be great,” he smiled broadly. “You’re my last repair of the day, and my wife hates when I come home all sweaty and stanky.”

“That’s a shame,” I shook my head. “I love me some man funk.”

“What—?” he cocked his head to one side. “I didn’t clock you as—”

“A faggot?” I interrupted. 

“I was going to say gay,” Mike laughed. “My mama taught me better manners than to use that word.”

“Mmm—I love me a mama’s boy,” I licked my lips. 

“Now cut that out. I’m a married man,” he admonished playfully, placing his emptied water glass on the counter. “Now where’s that shower you promised?”

“Right this way,” I led him out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the second floor. Passing through my bedroom, the tour ended at the roomy shower in my bathroom. 

“There’s plenty of shampoo and body wash in there,” I gestured into the shower. “And fresh towels on that shelf over there.”

“Looks good,” he smiled, tossing his sweat-soaked shirt onto the tiled floor. I watched as he unzipped his pants with zero modesty, peeling them off his sweaty body, his massive cock hanging between his hairy thighs. 

“Yeah, it’s a big one,” Mike winked, not oblivious to my stare as he gave his big dick a quick tug. 

“I—uh—I’ll just leave you to it,” I turned to leave the bathroom. Although I had flirted unabashedly with this sexy hunk, I didn’t want to deal with the rejection that would undoubtedly follow from offering up my ass to a happily married man. 

“Where you going?“ he called out to stop me as he reached to turn on the water. “You’re not going to join me in this big shower? Isn’t that why you asked me up here—to get me off?”

“You—you want to play around with me?” I asked, shocked that my sordid fantasy was becoming a reality. 

“No, I don’t want to play around with you,” he clarified, stepping into the shower. “I want to fuck you. Now get your ass in here with me.”

Quickly, I stripped out of my clothes just in time before his muscular arm reached out and pulled me into the shower with him, the water enveloping our bodies. “I’m just a bit surprised that you fuck guys,” I confessed. 

“When I was training to be an AC repairman,” Mike explained, soaping up his hairy chest with body wash, “nobody warned me that customers would proposition me all the time. Desperate housewives, horny gay dudes. It’s outrageous how often I’m offered easy sex while on the job.”

“Well, you’re hot as fuck,” I remarked, watching as he soaped up his huge cock, wondering how long before it would be inside me. “You’re kinda irresistible.”

“Thanks,” he smiled bashfully. “But for the longest time, I always turned down the frequent offers for sex. I’m married. I wasn’t looking to cheat on my wife.”

“Then what changed?” 

“About a year ago, my wife and I had argued over something trivial. She then held out on me for a few weeks—not giving up her pussy in retaliation,” Mike shared. “And I was on a repair job when a gay dude offered up his ass to me—fucking begged me to rail him.”

“And so you railed his ass?”

“Nah, I didn’t just rail him,” Mike smiled deviously, his soapy cock growing rock hard before my eyes. “I fucked the ever-living shit out of him.”

And then it was like a switch had been flipped. Mike suddenly pulled me into him, his hairy body pressed against me as his muscular arms encircled my body. His hand moved down my back, traveling over my rounded ass until his soapy finger found my eager hole. 

“Damn, you’re tight,” he marveled, his breath hot at my ear, his thick finger working my hole, readying me for him. 

“It’s—it’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked,” I admitted sheepishly. “I really don’t hookup all that often.”

“I don’t believe you. A hot, little stud like you?” he withdrew his finger. “Well, I’m gonna make sure to fuck you extra good in that case.”

And then Mike spun me around, his strong arms pushing me up against the shower wall, my face pressed against the cool tiles. His hands went to my hips, digging into me as his rounded cock head found my puckered hole. And then he shoved inside me. 

“FUCK,” I screamed, my hole torn in two, his huge cock a red-hot fire poker in my bowels. “You’re so fucking big.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” he gloated, smacking my ass with his open palm. He then shoved deep within me, his balls mashed against my sphincter. 

Brutally, he began to fuck me. His big dick routed my depths as he pummeled my hole at a frenzied pace. I braced my hands against the shower wall, trying to absorb the shock of his force. Over and over he pounded his body into mine, ravaging me. 

And then it happened, a second penetration occurring within me, a sudden shockwave of pleasure coursing through my body. “I felt that,” Mike remarked, his meaty cock head pushing past my inner-sphincter. “I can tell I’m getting you good.”

It was more than good—it was fucking insane. My eyes rolled back into my head, Mike’s cock battering inside my deepest void. My cock was rock hard, a pressure building within me. Instantly, my body began to convulse, my balls throbbing for release as Mike continued to abuse my guts. 

“FUCK,” I gasped, my cock pulsing rapidly, my thick load spraying against the tiled wall, rapidly traveling towards the shower drain. 

“Damn, that’s hot,” Mike remarked, my sphincter gripping him rhythmically from within as my load continued to discharge. “I love when I can make a dude shoot his wad with my dick inside him.”

Riding my orgasm, Mike began to zero in on his own climax, jackhammering the shit out of me. “Breed me,” I begged, his big cock swelling inside of me, expanding against the walls of my fuck canal. “Shoot that load in me.”

“You’re about to get it,” he warned, his hands moving to my shoulders as his cock began to throb within me. “OH FUCK,” he barked urgently. “Here it comes—YEAH—YEAH—FUCK.”

It felt like a firehose was blasting my bowels as his cock discharged within me, his load spewing into my void. “Mmm, yeah, seed me,” I moaned, a warmth emanating from deep in my body he flooded my guts. 

I wanted to revel in that moment forever—the feeling of this hunky man inside of me, his big cock spreading his seed within me. But all good things must come to an end. 

“Damn, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” Mike pulled out of me abruptly, his warm load gushing out of my gaping hole. “That was one of the best fucks I’ve had in a long time.”

“Thanks,” I replied, my abused body sliding down the shower wall, sinking to my knees as I tried to catch my breath. His copious load continued to exit my wrecked hole, chasing my own load down the shower drain. 

“It feels nice and cool out here,” Mike observed, stepping out of the shower, his spent cock swinging between his hairy thighs. “Your AC is definitely working again,” he reached for a clean towel and began to dry himself. 

“Great,” I replied, forcing myself back onto my feet as I turned off the water and tried to exit the shower on my wobbly legs. “I’m glad you got it fixed.”

“I often suggest our annual maintenance plan to keep your AC unit in working order,” Mike handed me a towel. “But I’m thinking you might require maintenance a little more often than that.”

“Oh really?” I ventured, toweling myself dry. “How often do you think?”

“I think you need weekly maintenance,” Mike smiled deviously. “And maybe I oughta give your unit one more deep probing right now,” he pulled me out of the bathroom and towards my bed. “I want to make sure you’re a happy customer when I leave here today.”