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“You don’t have to explain,” I interrupted, not wanting to know the details of my mom and stepdad’s sex life. “Mom just sent me up to tell you she’s making pancakes, and to come down in fifteen minutes for breakfast.”

I then backed out of the room while trying not to stare at Greg’s big, hard cock. The dude was easily over eight inches and thick as fuck.

“Thanks,” he smiled, stroking his cock. “I’ll head downstairs after I—uh—finish up here. But you don’t have to leave. You’re eighteen now. I used to jack with my buds when I was your age.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he affirmed. “Don’t you and your buds ever have ’bate sessions together?”

“No,” I answered sheepishly, though I had always fantasized about it.

“That’s a shame,” Greg sympathized. “Why don’t you sit here next to me and we can jack together?”

“I—uh—I’d rather just watch you at first,” I admitted, “if that’s okay with you.”

“Sure,” Greg shrugged, spitting into the palm of his hand as he began to work his cock.

Jesus, it was hot watching him. I’d seen Greg’s big cock before—flaccid, of course—in the gym showers after a workout, and once at the lake when he dared me to go skinny dipping with him on a moonlit night. But I’d never seen Greg hard, his cock in its full glory. And it was fucking glorious. Thick, veiny, crowned with a massive purple head. I wanted my stepdad in the worst way, but I had never let on that I liked dudes.

“You can’t just stand there and watch me the whole time,” Greg admonished after a few minutes. “Pull yours out—jack with me.”

“I’m—I’m embarrassed,” I whispered, avoiding eye contact. “I’m not as big as you.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Greg laughed. “Cocks come in all shapes and sizes. I’m sure yours is more than adequate.”

“I can’t imagine having a dick as big as yours,” I confessed, inching closer to it.

“You want to touch it?” Greg offered, releasing his grip, his cock flopping audibly against his hairy thigh. “You can jack it, if you want.”

I reached forward tentatively, gripping his cock by the base. My hand was unable to fit around the impressive girth of his shaft.

“Tighter,” Greg guided me, his meaty hand wrapping around mine, showing me the pressure and rhythm that he liked. “Fuuuck,” he exhaled slowly. “That feels so good.”

“You’re leaking precum,” I observed, noting the glistening, viscous drop that had pooled at the tip of his cock and was now beginning to run down his shaft.

“Lick it up,” Greg commanded. “Taste it.”

I opened my mouth, my tongue licking up his shaft to the tip of his cock, tasting his precum—warm and salty. Swiftly, Greg grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock down my throat, gagging me, the heady scent of his pubes filling my nostrils.

“That’s it—hold it right there,” he ordered, holding the back of my head as my gag reflex subsided, saliva flooding my mouth instinctively, lubricating his cock. I could taste his precum, flowing like a faucet on my tongue.

“Now suck me,” Greg directed, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, deeper into my throat. “Yeah—that’s it. You’re a fucking natural,” he praised. “You like my cock? You like sucking my big dick?”

“Mmph-hmm,” I nodded, looking up into Greg’s eyes, his cock still buried down my throat. I was fucking loving it.

“Christ, that’s beautiful,” Greg smiled. “Nothing hotter than seeing a handsome young man like you enjoying an older man’s big cock. Why—I remember the first time I sucked off my Uncle Max when I was your age. I never felt closer to him than when he was cumming down my throat.”

His cock jumped in my mouth at the memory of his Uncle Max, becoming even more rigid. I could feel his bulbous cock head swelling even larger.

“Get on your knees before me,” Greg ordered, pulling his cock from my mouth as he arose from the bed and stood before me. “I’m gonna get off by face fucking you. You might feel the urge to gag, but it’ll pass, and soon you’ll have a big reward.”

Grabbing the back of my head once more, Greg jammed his cock all the way down my throat, his balls mashed against my chin, and began a steady assault on my throat. In and out he jammed his cock down my esophagus, abusing my tonsils like a battering ram. I was gagging on it, but Greg held the back of my head firmly as his breathing began to quicken.

“OH SHIT—here it comes,” he bellowed, his cock swelling to twice it’s girth down my throat. “FUCK,” he grunted, his cock exploding down my throat, cum and saliva escaping my mouth and running down my chin. I struggled to breath through my nose as Greg continued to hold me down on his cock until the throbbing subsided and his balls had emptied.

“DAMN, that was good,” Greg exhaled, finally releasing me from his grip, his cock sliding out of my mouth, a pearly drop of cum dangling at the tip. “Yeah, suck up that last drop,” he ordered as I ravenously complied.

“You’ve got a throat pussy on you—that’s what you’ve got,” he praised me, falling back on the bed on weakened legs. “Damn, boy. You are made to suck dick.”

I shrugged bashfully, happy that he was pleased. I didn’t feel like I’d done much, other than allowing him to use my throat like a pocket pussy. But, clearly, I had done something right.

“Get your ass downstairs before your mother suspects something,” Greg ordered, jumping up and cleaning off his wet, spent cock on the bedsheet. “I hope to god she didn’t hear us up here.”

“You think—you think you might let me suck you off again sometime?” I asked tentatively before I left the room.

“Are you kidding?” Greg laughed. “Plan on sucking this big dick daily, you hear? Oh—that reminds me—your mother’s going to that garden party thing this afternoon. You and I will be home alone. You think you might want to sit on my cock—let me pop your cherry?”

“YES!” I exclaimed a bit too eagerly.

“Good,” he smiled. “You’re gonna find that I’m an exceedingly talented top.”

“But—will—will it hurt?” I asked, excited by the thought of him fucking me, but nervous at the same time.

“Oh, it might hurt at first,” Greg replied, placing his meaty hand on my shoulder. “But something tells me that you’re gonna love having a big dick up your ass. Boys like you always do.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.