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“Jesus, you’re hairy,” I gasped, my hands exploring his thick pelt. “I fucking love all that man fur.”

“I wish my wife liked it,” he laughed. “She’s always wanting me to shave it off.”

“That’s a shame,” I replied, dropping to my knees and ravenously undoing his camo pants, his hard eight-incher smacking me in the face. “I bet I like a lot of things that your wife doesn’t.”

“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, his head rolling back as I took his cock down my throat, his hairy balls mashed against my chin. “She sure doesn’t like to deep throat me like that.”

Grabbing the back of my head, he began to face fuck me like his cock hadn’t seen a warm hole in months. He was owning my submissive throat, abusing it. And I was willing and eager to surrender to his violent assault. Tears began to stream down my face as he thrusted past my tonsils over and over again, never pausing to allow me to catch my breath. I was gagging on his big cock, retching on it, trying to suppress the bile rising from my stomach.

“Yeah, choke on this big dick,” he laughed sadistically. “You’re about to taste my cum.”

He wasn’t kidding. Instantly, his cock began to throb down my throat, releasing his warm seed. Like a wild boar, he grunted rhythmically as each spurt of his creamy load went flying down my throat. Instinctively, my hands grasped his muscular ass while his balls emptied into my greedy belly.

“Fuck, I needed that,” he exhaled, extracting his cock from my wrecked esophagus as quickly as he had entered it, my chin dripping with saliva. “My wife never eats my cum like that.”

He was still rock hard, a drop of his pearly cum dangling from the tip of his purplish, spent cock. Never satisfied, I had to have more.

“I bet your wife doesn’t let you cum up her ass,” I taunted, dropping the back of my shorts as I turned and braced myself against the tiled bathroom wall, offering up my eager hole to him.

“We gotta make this fast,” he ordered, his meaty hands grabbing my hips as he pushed into my warm depths with a savage thrust. “I don’t want my wife to get suspicious. She’s out there looking at paint chips. Told her I was just gonna take a quick piss.”

Five minutes later, with his warm load up my ass, I exited the men’s room. I passed him and his wife in the paint section. She was holding up a stock card of light pink paint, cooing over how nice it would look in the baby’s nursery.

Darryl was at a truck stop outside of Amarillo, standing before a urinal, shaking off his cock, and stuffing it back in his pants when he noticed the boy beckoning from a toilet stall. “Hey, man,” the boy whispered. “Want some head?” Darryl’s cock, having seen no more than his right hand in weeks, was instantly hard. In general, Darryl didn’t approve of hooking up in a truck stop men’s room, but a man has needs.

“Fuck, you’re big,” the boy gasped as Darryl pulled his cock back out of his pants. Darryl loved when his big cock gets that reaction, and gave the boy a twisted smile as he replied, “Yeah, I might drive a truck, but this here’s my big rig.” Though the boy laughed, Darryl felt instantly stupid for saying it. But that was soon forgotten as the boy went to town on Darryl’s big dick. “Damn you know how to suck a cock,” Darryl moaned as the boy deep throated him to the balls. Darryl wondered how many dicks the boy had already taken down his throat that day, which only made him harder. Soon, Darryl’s balls were contracting as he flooded the boy’s mouth with his thick load.

“Damn, you shoot a lot of cum,” the boy noted after struggling to swallow it all. Darryl gave a gloating smile while stuffing his wet cock back in his pants. “Where you headed, Trucker?” asked the boy. Darryl hated being addressed as “Trucker.” It brought up the image of an overweight, middle-aged, truck driver sporting sideburns and a Peterbilt cap. At twenty-eight, handsome as fuck, muscular, and fit, Darryl was none of those things. “The name’s Darryl,” he corrected. “And I’m headed to Dallas, through Oklahoma City.” The boy wiped a mixture of saliva and cum from his chin, saying, “Cool. Can I hitch a ride with you?”

Fuck, Darryl thought immediately. He should have seen it coming. The boy is what truckers call a “flea” — a young guy who rides the roads by hitching with truckers, often giving up his holes along the way in hope for passage or a meal. Boys like him hop from truck to truck like a flea on a dog. Darryl abhorred the practice, but he felt obligated to help the boy after the killer blowjob, which was exactly what the boy had hoped.

“You legal?” Darryl interrogated. “Because I’m not gonna get busted with an underage in my cab.” The boy pulled out a tattered ID from his jeans pocket and stuffed it into Darryl’s hand. “Samuel Becket. Salt Lake City, Utah. Age nineteen,” Darryl read aloud. “Whatcha doing so far from home, Samuel Becket?” The boy snatched the ID back and replied simply, “I go by Sam.” Darryl gave the boy a lopsided smile and said, “Congratulations, Sam. You got yourself a ride.”

Darryl was helping Sam to climb up into the passenger seat of his cab when an older trucker gassing up his rig nearby called out, “Damn, man. Looks like you scored yourself a hot piece of tail. That boy sucked me good an hour ago.” Darryl told the older trucker to fuck off. Soon, Darryl and Sam were hauling up the ramp to I-40. Sam turned to look back at the truck stop disappearing in the distance while letting out an audible sigh of relief.

An uncomfortable silence immediately descended on the two men and continued for several miles until Darryl finally spoke up. “I’d like to know about you, Sam. But I think it’s only fair that I tell you about me first. Sound good?” Sam nodded quietly as Darryl began to bare his soul.

Darryl had been a police officer in Phoenix, like his father. It had never been Darryl’s plan to follow in his father’s footsteps, until Darryl’s dad was shot and killed in the line of duty during a routine traffic stop when Darryl was barely eighteen. The assailant was never caught. The only way Darryl could handle his grief at losing his beloved father was to join the police force. “It sounds fucked up now,” Darryl shared, “but I felt personally responsible for avenging my father’s death.” That kind of burden on the shoulders of a young man is insurmountable, and Darryl soon found himself cracking under the pressure. Traffic stops became arduous as he relived the moments of his father’s death. “So I turned in my badge,” Darryl explained. “I got my trucking license and never looked back.”

Darryl looked over at Sam, whose attention was fixated on the sprawling flatlands that blurred past his window. “So, that’s how my ass got in this seat,” Darryl continued with a chuckle. “How about you, Sam? When did you leave Salt Lake?” Sam looked forward at the road ahead of them without saying a word. Darryl felt bad for pressing the boy. “Look, Sam. It’s OK if you don’t want to talk. We can just be quiet.” Sam finally turned his head toward Darryl and said, “That’s fine. But can we change the radio station? This old-school country station is shit.” Darryl let out a huge laugh and said, “Be my guest, little buddy. You get the honor of playing DJ while I drive.”

For the next 200 miles, Sam surfed through the radio stations of passing towns, all while chatting his head off. Without sharing an iota of personal information, Sam was full of opinions on music, movies, food, and sports, which he shared openly with Darryl. Their interests were shockingly compatible, Darryl noted. They both loved baseball and hated football. They both loved hard rock and hated pop. They both loved Sci-Fi and hated Rom-Coms. And they agreed that tacos are way better than pizza. The conversation flowed so freely, that neither could believe it was almost dinner time when they arrived at a truck stop just outside of Oklahoma City.

“We’re gonna stay here for the night,” Darryl announced to Sam as they pulled off the exit ramp. “I’m ahead of schedule and don’t have to be in Dallas until late tomorrow. There’s a great diner here for us to grab a bite, and then a pretty decent motel next door. After a week in this sleeper cab, I could use a night at a motel.” At the mention of the motel, Sam suddenly seemed quiet again, but that quickly passed as they entered the diner and his stomach began to rumble. “Dinner is my treat,” Darryl declared.

“I’ll have a grilled cheese and a glass of water, ma’am,” Sam told the diner waitress who appeared for their order. “The hell you will,” objected Darryl, who turned to the waitress and said, “The boy will have the double bacon cheeseburger, extra tater tots, and a large chocolate milkshake.” Winking at Sam, Darryl added, “And bring me the same.” The boy was ravenous when the food arrived. He cleaned his plate, downed his milkshake, and then finished the rest of Darryl’s milkshake.

They soon checked into the adjacent motel. Sam had a small, green backpack that Darryl had barely noticed before. It made Darryl sad to think that all of Sam’s earthly possessions were in that little bag. A giant king-sized bed took up most of the motel room. Sam just stared at it, as if awaiting some unavoidable fate. “I’m gonna hit the shower,” Darryl announced, nearly startling Sam out of his trance. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Ten minutes later, feeling refreshed and revived, Darryl came out of the bathroom with a scrawny motel towel wrapped around his hunky body. Sam was completely naked and stretched out on the bed. Fuck, his body is beautiful, thought Darryl. Sam’s skin was soft, pale white, and completely unblemished. There was something almost virginal about the boy.

“Do you want to fuck me now?” Sam asked while propping his arm behind his head. Darryl was speechless. His cock was already hard, and all he wanted to do was get inside the boy, but he couldn’t. “I’m not gonna fuck you,” Darryl whispered. “Not like this.” Sam’s eyes grew wide as he sat up on the bed. He didn’t understand. “Giving you a ride and having you with me today was wonderful,” Darryl began to explain. “I’m not gonna insist we fuck because you shared my cab. Every bone is my body wants to fuck you, Sam. But that’s only going to happen if you want that, too. You don’t have to do anything here that you don’t want to do.”

Sam rose slowly from the bed and approached Darryl. In a flash, his arms were around Darryl in a tight embrace, which Darryl joyfully returned. Neither could remember the last time they had been hugged. As they pulled apart, Sam noticed a chain around Darryl’s neck that held something like a class ring. It had been concealed under Darryl’s clothing all day.

“What’s this?” Sam asked while fondling the ring against Darryl’s manly chest. Darryl reached up and clasped his hand over Sam’s hand and the ring. “It’s a badge ring,” Darryl explained. “My dad got it from his department on his twentieth anniversary with the force. That was two months before he died. It’s all I have left of him. My mom pawned the rest. It’s my most prized possession.”

Not knowing what to say, Sam reached up and kissed Darryl deeply. With his strong arms, Darryl picked up Sam and lowered him onto the bed as Sam whispered, “I want you inside me.” Sam began to turn over to present his hole to Darryl, but Darryl quickly objected, “No, not like that. I want to see your face.” With Sam’s knees pressed almost to his chest, Darryl got between Sam’s legs and began to lick and tongue Sam’s puckered hole, readying it for his cock. Sam writhed uncontrollably under Darryl’s talented tongue and pleaded, “I can’t take it anymore. I want that big dick inside me.”

Darryl worked his big cock in slowly, allowing Sam to adjust to his incredible girth. Fuck, the boy’s hole is tight, thought Darryl. Sam gasped as Darryl got his full nine inches inside him. “Kiss me,” Sam begged. Darryl greedily complied as their tongues fucked with a passion only matched by Darryl’s cock inside of Sam. Darryl wanted to last longer, but the boy’s hole was so damn tight. “I’m getting close,” he whispered. “OK if I cum inside you?” Sam looked Darryl in the eye and gave his approval with a nod of his head. Almost instantaneously, Darryl’s cock began to throb and unleash his warm load. Sam could feel it within and moaned, “Yeah, breed me. Make me yours.”

Darryl collapsed on the bed next to Sam, pulling him into a spooning embrace with his muscular arm resting across the boy. Their breathing began to slow and sync before Sam broke the silence, his voice wavering. “Right after I turned eighteen, my parents caught me bending over for a married neighbor. My dad kicked me out. Said he didn’t want a faggot living under his roof.” Sam took a hard gulp as Darryl began to softly caress Sam’s hair. “I had nowhere to go, so I decided to get as far away from Salt Lake as I could. I stuck out my thumb on I-15. A trucker offered me a ride. He fucked me in his sleeper cab that night, but he got me far away from home. That was a year ago. I’ve been flea hopping ever since.”

Darryl suddenly had a vision. A beautiful vision. He could see his life stretched out before him like miles of roadway across a prairie. And in that life, Darryl saw Sam. He saw them traveling together, having a little home to call their own when not on the road, and loving each other. Forever. With their bodies pressed together, and his arm wrapped around Sam, Darryl shared this vision of a shared life. “You don’t have to do this shit anymore,” he told the boy. “We could make a life together.” Sam was silent, but when Darryl pulled him even closer, he could feel tears upon Sam’s cheek. They fell asleep that way. Entwined as one.

Darryl awoke the next morning with the sun trying to push through the cheap motel curtains. Sam wasn’t in bed. Darryl called out to Sam, thinking he was in the bathroom, but no answer came. Darryl bolted up in bed and looked to the dresser. Sam’s green backpack was gone. Sam was gone. No note. No trace. Just an empty side of the bed with a dried cum stain. The room began to spin. Darryl fell back on the bed and didn’t move for several minutes. He finally staggered to the toilet and hurled.

Feeling no better, Darryl cleaned himself up, grabbed his duffel bag, and checked out at the front desk. He then trekked back alone to the adjacent truck stop where he’d parked the truck overnight. In the distance, he could see a rig hauling up the steep ramp to I-40. Darryl wondered if Sam was on that rig, making yet another flea jump.

The sun was blinding Darryl’s eyes as he approached his truck, but it looked like something was atop the hood of the cab. Shielding his eyes from the sun with one hand, Darryl realized it was Sam who was sitting up there. Darryl’s heart swelled. “Sam, what the hell are you doing up there?” Darryl barked half mad and half relieved. “I thought you were gone.” Sam slid down the side of the hood as Darryl caught him in an embrace. Choking back tears, Darryl scolded Sam, “Don’t ever do that to me again. I thought I’d lost you.”

“I’m sorry,” Sam tried to apologize. “But I’ve been down this road before. Empty promises made on a pillow, and the next morning the guy bolts as soon as I’m in the shower. I had to make sure you weren’t going to leave me like the others, so I sat up there. I didn’t want to lose you.” Darryl pulled Sam closer. “You’re not gonna lose me,” Darryl tried to assure him. “I love you, Sam. I wish I had some way to prove that to you.” Suddenly, Darryl realized he did.

Pulling away from Sam, Darryl reached behind his neck and unclasped the chain that held his father’s ring. He pulled it out from under his shirt and laid it upon Sam’s chest as he clasped the chain behind Sam’s neck. The ring laid next to Sam’s heart. “No,” Sam protested. “I can’t take your dad’s ring. It’s your most prized possession.” Darryl beamed at Sam, shaking his head. “No, Sam. You are now my most prized possession.”

They kissed openly. Lips locked for what felt like an eternity. A passing rig blared it’s horn at them. Whether it was done in support or in mocking protest, the two men didn’t care. Their bodies were pressed together tightly. So tight, that Sam could feel Darryl’s big, hardening cock. “Say, you didn’t happen to check out of the motel room already, did you?” Sam asked slyly. “I did,” Darryl confessed. “But how about we christen the sleeper cab?”

Billy’s gold-digging mom divorced my ass years ago. I’m not his biological dad, but for a few years in his teens he felt like my own son. He’s in college now. He called me up yesterday and said he was home on break. He wanted to see me, and then added quickly that he had something for me.

It was a nice visit. We caught up on each other’s lives. Billy told me about his college classes and his fraternity. He mentioned that his mom is remarrying again. Husband number four. The fucking cunt. Billy stayed maybe two hours and we had a few beers while chewing the shit on my living room couch. Nothing unusual.

Billy then suddenly stood up. He seemed nervous. I thought maybe he wanted to leave. “It was great seeing you, buddy, but I don’t want to hold you up,” I told the boy while rising off the couch to see him to the door. “Didn’t you say that you have something for me?”

“Yeah, I … uh … I do have something I want to give you,” Billy said sheepishly. The boy then pulled me toward him and kissed me. It was not a peck on the cheek, like you might give to your father. No. Billy full out and unabashedly kissed me on the mouth. Tongue and all.

“Wow. That was unexpected,” I started to say, but Billy shushed me with his finger on my mouth. He then pulled his t-shirt over his head, tossed it on the floor, and began to undo the buttons on my shirt slowly and seductively.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Billy whispered. Before I knew it, my shirt was off and he was caressing my hairy chest, which drove me wild. I can’t pretend I didn’t want it to happen. I’ve always thought he was a hot little fucker, so I went with it. Soon we had our clothes off in the middle of the living room as Billy got on his knees to suck me.

“I never suspected you like cock,” I confessed as the boy took me into his mouth. I’ve got a pretty big dick. It’s rare for me to get deep throated, but the boy had me balls deep. “Shit, boy. Where’d you learn to suck cock like this?” I asked rhetorically as he worked my big, hairy dick. It was so intense, I couldn’t hold back.

“Yeah, take this nut,” I grunted as my balls emptied down Billy’s throat. He swallowed my thick load greedily. My legs were weak. I fell back on the couch as he released my cock from his mouth. My mind was reeling, trying to process what had just happened.

“How did you know I’m into guys?” I asked. “That was a big risk you just took.” Billy gave a devious laugh and licked the last of my cum off his lips before responding. “Mom told me she once caught you fucking the pool boy up the ass in the cabana,” Billy finally confessed. “I figured sucking you off was a safe bet.”

“Ahh, right. The pool boy. I forgot about that,” I admitted with a laugh as Billy squeezed next to me on the couch. “You learned to suck cock like that in your fraternity?” I inquired. Billy nodded silently, his hand reaching again for my cock. “You ever ride some of those frat boys?” I asked with my cock hardening to his touch. Billy nodded again slowly as he climbed on top of me and worked my big cock into his tight, eager, boy pussy.

It was a month before the start of my freshman year of college, and I was attending a required, weekend orientation. I had noticed him from across the lobby when I arrived to Carlton Hall, the large, stately freshman dorm off the quad, where we would all be staying for orientation. Fuck, he was hot. He was the only guy in a sea of 200 incoming freshman who was sporting a scruffy beard. As I stared in awe of him from afar, his eyes suddenly met mine. Fuck. I quickly looked away. Was I truly ready for this?

I’m good looking. I’ve got a muscular body. I played football in high school. The girls back at school fuckin’ loved me. But I wasn’t so much into them. My attraction to boys has always been there, even before puberty, in the far recesses of my mind. And when I’d go home from football practice and jack off thinking about my teammates and not the cheerleaders, well … there was no question I was into dudes. But I had to hide it. There were a few gay guys at my high school, but there was no place for them in the testosterone-loaded, masculine world of my football team. And so nobody knew my secret.

College, however, was going to be different. Away from my parents and all my old friends who expected me to be a certain way, I was going to finally live an authentic life. I just didn’t know how. Standing in the lobby of Carlton Hall, I wanted the boy with the scruffy beard more than anything. But I was powerless to make it happen, paralyzed by my inexperience. I was lost in that hopeless inertia when a figure appeared suddenly before me.

“Hey, I’m Baxter,” came a voice with a hand extended to me. It was the hottie with the scruffy beard. “Oh, hey … I’m Ryan,” I quickly stammered, trying not to sound like a giddy schoolgirl with a crush. “Have you picked someone yet?” asked Baxter. “Huh?” I responded in confusion. “Weren’t you listening just now?” Baxter laughed. “They told us to pick someone to room with for the weekend. You wanna bunk together?”

Ten minutes later, Baxter and I were upstairs in a dorm room. How was this happening? I could not believe my luck. We had engaged in the usual polite conversation of strangers for a few moments, sharing where we were from, what we plan to study, etcetera, as we unpacked our few belongings. And then Baxter hit me with it. “I know your secret,” he playfully taunted with a smile. “What secret? What are you talking about?” I responded, taken aback.

“You like boys,” he began. “I can tell. And I think you like me.” I stood in the middle of the floor motionless, not knowing how to respond. Nobody had ever guessed the truth about me or dared to call me out on it. “Don’t be afraid,” Baxter continued, speaking softly. “I like boys, too. And I like you.” His eyes were suddenly upon me, taking me in from top to bottom. “Take off your shirt,” he instructed. And as I dutifully complied, Baxter gave out a low whistle. “Fuck, you’ve got a hot body. You play football?” he asked. I nodded. “Shit. Wait until my parents hear about this. They know I have a type.”

“Wait, what?” I coughed. “Your parents? They know about you?” Baxter gave a laugh. “Yeah, man. I’m completely open with them. This isn’t 1955. We have nothing to hide about ourselves,” he said, coming closer to me. Baxter’s lips were suddenly on mine, the scruff of his beard tickling my chin. “I want to be inside you,” he whispered. “I … I’ve never,” I began to stammer in reply. “You’ll be fine,” he assured me. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Do you have a condom?” I asked as he pulled me onto one of the dorm twin beds. “Why? You don’t want to have my baby?” Baxter chided playfully. He was pulling off his clothes. His chest was hairy, which gave him a maturity that belied his eighteen-year-old body. And his big cock … fuck. It was also the cock of a fully grown man, and not a boyish college freshman. As he finished undressing, I got on all fours, presenting my ass to him like I’d seen from the gay porn I’d watched.

“No … Not like that,” Baxter insisted. “I want to see your face while we fuck.” I rolled onto my back as he raised my legs above his head. His tongue was suddenly on my puckered hole. A wave of pleasure washed over me and I began to squirm as his tongue probed inside me. “Don’t tell me you’ve never been rimmed?” Baxter asked, coming up for air. “I told you that I’ve never done this before,” I replied as he went back to work on me. Soon Baxter replaced his tongue with a finger, and then two fingers.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” Baxter exclaimed. I began to apologize but he interrupted by saying, “I fucking love a tight hole.” He then sat up on his knees and inched closer to me, pressing the head of his cock against my hole. “You sure you want this?” Baxter asked, slapping his big cock against my freshly-eaten hole. “Yeah,” I replied, grabbing him by the hips to pull him closer. “I want you inside me.”

“Fuuuck,” Baxter exhaled as he slowly worked his cock into my pink, virgin hole. “Damn, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” he moaned, throwing his head back. My vestal hole began to contract reflexively in retaliation against this assault against its purity. “Just relax, baby,” Baxter’s voice was in my ear. “Take a deep breath and go with it.” I did as told, and soon I could feel my hole opening as I took Baxter all the way inside me. “That’s it,” he encouraged. He then paused for a moment, allowing me to adjust to the fullness of him.

“You ready for it?” Baxter asked, giving my hole some slow, deep strokes. “Yeah,” I moaned as waves of pleasure consumed me. “Give me that big cock.” Like a sports car shifting into gear, Baxter increased his intensity and began to work my hole with fervor. Fuck, it felt good to have him inside me. His lips were suddenly on mine, kissing me as he deftly continued to pummel my hole. “Christ, you’re beautiful,” Baxter said, looking into my eyes. “I can’t believe I’m inside a hottie like you.” I couldn’t believe how good his big dick felt inside me. My cock was rock hard as he began to jackhammer me. And suddenly an all-too-familiar feeling began to build steadily inside me.

“Dude,” I announced urgently. “I think I’m gonna bust.” Baxter paused momentarily and looked down at my hard cock, swollen and dripping precum between us. “Fuck, that’s hot. I love when I can make a bottom shoot,” he responded. “I’m gonna cum with you.” Baxter immediately resumed his frantic pace, pounding us both to climax. “Aww, FUCK,” I cried out, struggling to breathe from the intensity of cumming with a dick up my ass. And then the floodgates opened as my cock erupted with a massive load.

“Damn, that’s HOT,” Baxter roared while looking down at my throbbing dick as rope after rope of my load coated his hairy body above me. “SHIT,” he bellowed, his eyes rolling back into his head. Instantly, Baxter’s body began to convulse as his cock pulsed inside me, releasing his warm load into my depths. At the last possible moment, he pulled out and sprayed me with the last few shots of cum that his balls could produce before plunging back inside me. He then collapsed upon me, melding our cum between us in a sticky mess.

Baxter’s lips were upon mine again. As we kissed, I reached down and grasped his wet, spent cock. He was still hard. I was just about to guide Baxter back inside my defiled hole when an alarm sounded on his phone. “Shit,” he exclaimed while jumping up to silence it. “We need to get back downstairs for the first orientation session.” I moaned, not wanting our bodies to part. Yet I knew we would resume our fun again that night.

“Hey,” Baxter called while pulling his shirt over his head. “Do you have a roommate yet for the fall?” I shook my head. “Good,” Baxter replied, zipping up his pants. “Because I think we should room together permanently. What do you think?” I gave him my answer with another kiss. “Don’t you think we could be a little late to the first session?” I teased. And twenty minutes later we snuck into the back of the lecture hall with Baxter’s second load up my ass.

“Nah,” I answered trying not to stare at his massive bulge. “All they want to do is drink beer in Dylan’s basement and then go hit on girls at the drive-in.”

“Well,” he laughed, “that sounds about right for eighteen-year-old boys on a Saturday night. What’s wrong with that?”

“I dunno,” I shrugged. “I guess it’s just not for me.”

“I might not be your real dad,” he said, taking a seat on the bed next to me, “but you know you can talk with me if something is going on. And I promise not to tell your mother.”

“Thanks,” I replied. “But nothing—nothing’s going on.”

“Okay,” he replied, unconvinced. “Well, maybe then you can answer me this—I bought a large cucumber at the market yesterday, and now it’s missing. Your mother says she didn’t eat it, and I know I didn’t. Do you have any idea what happened to that cucumber?”

“No—no. I have no clue,” I stammered, averting my eyes from his stare.

“So if I were to maybe search your bathroom trash bin,” he suggested, rising off the bed, “you’re saying I wouldn’t find it at the bottom, all wrapped in toilet paper?”

“No—stop,” I begged, pulling him back down on the bed. “I stole the cucumber—okay?”

“And you fucked yourself with it?” he accused.

“Yes,” I confessed. “It was too big and it hurt like fuck. Jesus—you must think I’m fucked in the head to be having sex with a vegetable.”

“Not at all,” he chuckled. “I once cut a hole in a watermelon when I was your age, and then tried to fuck it.”

“Did it feel any good?” I asked, shocked by his candor.

“Nah. It felt like fucking a watermelon,” he laughed. “And the juice got the floor all sticky and attracted ants. It was a fucking mess.”

We were both quiet for a moment. I had to admit that I was turned on by the image of my stepdad fucking a watermelon as a younger man. I looked over at his tenting briefs and could tell the memory of it had aroused him, too.

“Have you—have you had any real dick yet?” he asked hesitantly. “You know—the kind that you don’t buy at the supermarket?”

“Not yet,” I admitted. “None of my buds seem to be . . . like me. All they talk about is pussy.”

“I’ve never told anyone this,” my stepdad began, “but I used to play around with an uncle of mine when I was your age. He liked to get fucked and would let me tap his ass. It’s not so unusual for guys your age to explore safely with an older man.”

“Would—would you be game for letting me, you know, explore with you?” I ventured.

“Absolutely,” he answered, pulling down the front of his briefs and unleashing his thick eight-incher. His helmet head was purplish and was already producing precum.

“Can I touch it?” I asked.

“Touch it?” he laughed. “I was hoping you’d suck it for me.”

Dropping to my knees as he stayed seated on the edge of the bed, I got between his legs and pulled off his briefs. Thinking back to all the porn I’ve watched, I started by licking and sucking his big, hairy balls.

“Christ, that feels good,” he moaned, his hand stroking the top of my head. “Now lick up my shaft and tease the head—I fucking love that.”

I had never had a cock in my mouth before, but sucking his big dick felt natural to me—as if I was born to do it. In a way, I imagined I was jacking him with my mouth, using the rhythm and pressure that works for me when I rub one out. Whatever I was doing seemed to be working from the way my stepdad was reacting as I bobbed up and down on his shaft.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth?” I asked, coming up for air as I continued to stroke him.

“No,” he protested. “I want to cum up your ass. Will you ride me?”

“Uh—yeah,” I agreed, both shocked and excited to lose my virginity to my studly stepdad.

“You got any lube?” he asked, scanning my room.

“No,” I shook my head.

“Well—what do you use to jack?”

“Umm—I’ve got some Vaseline,” I admitted as I pulled the tub out of my bed table drawer. “I like the feel of it.”

“That’s perfect,” he replied, dipping two fingers into the slippery stuff and coating his cock with a thick layer of it. “Now sit on my cock,” he ordered.

“What if Mom hears us?” I hesitated.

“She took an Ambien,” he reported, pushing his fat cockhead against my hole. “She’s gonna sleep like the dead.”

“FUUUCK,” I cried out as he suddenly grabbed me by the hips and pulled me down on his cock, impaling me with his big dick.

“There,” he winked. “I just popped your cherry.”

The pain was unreal at first. It felt like a semi-truck had been driven up my ass. I winced, closing my eyes tightly, trying to endure the brutal assault on my hole.

“Just hold still,” my stepdad instructed in a soothing voice. “Once you adjust to having me inside you, it’ll start to feel good.”

And he was right. After a couple of minutes, and some deep breaths, the pain subsided. And in its place was a delightful feeling of fullness. I began to push myself up and down on his shaft, reveling in the waves of pleasure that were coursing through my body.

“Yeah, that’s it,” my stepdad encouraged me. “Ride that cock. I’m gonna let you set the pace. You just enjoy this big dick.”

I was enjoying it—immensely, in fact. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I began to bob up and down on my stepdad’s thick shaft, his balls slamming against my tight hole with every downbeat.

“Fuck,” he exhaled. “You keep up that pace and you’re gonna have my load before you know it.”

“Yeah, gimme that load,” I begged, riding him even harder. “I want to feel you cumming inside me.”

“SHIT,” he exclaimed urgently. “Here it comes. Aww, FUCK . . . DAMN.”

Instantly, I could feel my stepdad’s cock throbbing and pulsing inside me, releasing his seed. I wondered if it felt the same for my mom when he fucked her. Instinctively, I began to grip his cock from within, milking his balls dry.

“Fuck,” he winced, pulling out of me suddenly. “Sorry, but my cock gets ultra sensitive after I’ve shot my load.”

I fell back onto the bed, his load trickling onto the bedspread from my wrecked hole. It may sound odd, but never in my life had I felt more manly than when I had his cock up my ass. There was an inherent power in taking cock, one that I had never anticipated. The entire experience was overwhelming.

“You okay?” my stepdad asked, wiping his wet cock with his briefs before pulling them back on again.

“Yeah—I’m great,” I answered. “But I’m trying to understand why you like to fuck guys so much if you’re married to my mom?”

“Sex is complicated,” he sighed. “It’s not just black and white. There’s a lot of gray—and I fall into that gray area. I like both guys and girls. How about you?”

“I think it’s just gonna be guys for me,” I answered, fingering my cummy hole.

“Well, you’ve got a cunt made for cock, so I think that’s the right choice,” he winked. “Just promise me no more cucumbers up your ass.”

“Jesus,” I gasped, trying not to salivate over his muscular, hairy body, and the massive bulge straining against the front of the singlet. “It—uh—it certainly does still fit you.”

“I wish I could’ve gotten you into wrestling when you were in high school,” Mark said, tugging at the singlet straps like a pair of suspenders. “But you were too determined to be a theater geek.”

“Well, why don’t you show me some of your old moves?” I suggested, knowing I was playing with fire. “I bet you’ve still got it in you.”

“Okay,” he agreed, clearing my dirty laundry off the floor to make some room for us on the carpet. “We just can’t get too loud and wake your mom.”

He directed me through the basic moves and a series of different takedowns before showing me a few pinning combinations on the floor. I was no match for Mark’s brutal strength, but I didn’t care. With his muscular arms around me, his hairy body pressed into mine, it was time to take things to the next level.

I was face down on the floor with Mark on top of me as he took me through the moves of a half nelson. His arm was under me, his crotch pressed into my ass, when I raised my hips off the ground and began to rub my hole against his dick. Mark froze, holding still and not making a sound as I proceeded to grind up against his hardening cock.

“Christ, that feels good,” Mark moaned in my ear.

“Yeah?” I taunted. “It would feel even better if you got that big dick inside me.”

Needing no further invitation, Mark pawed at my shorts, pulling them down to my knees as he released his thick nine-incher from the singlet. His rounded cock head was suddenly pressed against my hole, trying to push inside me.

“Dude, we’re gonna need some lube,” I stopped him, not wanting him to dry fuck me. “There’s some in my bed table.”

Mark jumped up to retrieve the lube, his massive cock protruding from the singlet, a drop of precum dangling from the tip. Greasing up his cock, he was quickly back down on the floor on top of me.

“You’ve taken dick before?” he asked, rubbing the excess lube on his fingers into my hole.

“Yeah. Just a few frat brothers back at school,” I conceded, not admitting that I often bend over and take a long line of cock in my fraternity basement. “How about you? You ever fucked a guy before?”

“No, I’ve never fucked a dude,” Mark answered. “But I’ve often thought about it. I’ve fantasized about fucking you ever since you came out to your mom and me a year ago.”

But before I could react to this revelation, Mark shoved his big cock inside me. “Christ, you’re tight,” he marveled, going balls deep inside me.

“Yeah, well, you’re thick as fuck,” I winced, trying to adjust to him, my hole stretched to the max. “Just gimme a minute to get used to you,” I implored.

But Mark either didn’t hear me or didn’t give a shit, as he quickly went from zero to sixty, pounding the hell out of me. At first, it felt like a baseball bat was being rammed inside my guts, but I quickly adjusted, reveling in the feeling of his big cock as he explored my depths.

“You like my cunt?” I asked, grinding my ass against him as he pummeled my hole.

“Fuck yes,” he exhaled, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me closer into his hairy body while proceeding to rout my guts.

“You like my cunt better than pussy?” I inquired tauntingly.

“Shit, man,” Mark laughed, his cock going deeper and deeper. “There’s no fuckin’ comparison. My only problem is that it feels too good. I’m struggling to not bust my nut.”

“Are you gonna cum in me?” I demanded, my hips getting rug burn from the carpet as he pounded me harder and harder into the floor. “You gonna shoot that load up my ass?”

“Jesus, that sounds hot,” he exclaimed. “You think you’re ready for my cum?”

“Yes,” I cried as he jackhammered me, his hairy balls slapping against my hole with each thrust. “Fucking seed me.”

“Here it comes,” he warned, his cock swelling inside me. “Aww, FUCK . . . DAMN . . . Yeah, take that fuckin’ nut.”

Mark’s body quaked on top of me as his swimmers erupted from his cock and explored my cavernous guts. I could feel every pulse of his cock from within me as his balls reached empty. Getting bred by my stepdad was amazingly intense. I wondered if my mom felt as elated when accepting the gift of his warm cum inside her.

“Fuck, that was good,” Mark growled, pulling out of me abruptly, his massive load gushing from my wrecked hole and onto the carpet. And then he was gone, stumbling out of my room with his wet cock still hanging out of his singlet.

Mark had already left for work when I came downstairs the next morning, my hole still sore from the aggressive pummeling it had taken. My mom was sipping coffee at the kitchen table as I poured myself a bowl of Fruity Pebbles.

“Mark told me he showed you some of his old wrestling moves last night,” Mom announced, smoothing down my bed head as I took a seat next to her.

“Uh—yeah,” I stammered awkwardly, terrified she suspected that I had given up my ass to her husband.

“I know you and your stepdad don’t have a lot in common,” Mom continued, “and so it makes me happy to see that you and Mark have bonded over wrestling. Maybe you guys can have another go at it tonight?”

“That’d be great,” I agreed, eager to get pinned down by Mark again, his big dick pounding another load into me.

“You’re hard as a rock,” the nude model straddling me observed, my big cock pressed firmly against his tight hole. “Slide it in me,” he taunted. “Who cares if you’re straight? A hole is a hole.”

I needed the money. I could barely afford my college tuition and books. But when you tossed in beer money and trying to keep up with my fraternity brothers, I was constantly in need of cash. So when I saw a flyer posted on a bulletin board at the campus gym that advertised EASY MONEY in big letters, my interest was piqued.

The fine print on the flyer didn’t seem so bad. A local photographer was looking for male models for “athletic photos,” whatever the fuck that meant. You had to be 18 to 25. Check. You had to be attractive. Check. And you had to be muscular and fit. Check.

I called the number on the flyer, and the deal seemed legit. The photographer offered me $200 bucks for a two-hour photo session. I’d have to strip down and show my body, but my cock would never be exposed. “I do tasteful, black-and-white, nude photos,” he informed me over the phone. “I celebrate the athletic shape of the male body through my work.” I told him I was game and he invited me to his home studio the next day.

The photographer was not what I anticipated when he opened the door. I guess I expected some sissy faggot who just likes taking pictures of hot guys, but this guy didn’t seem that. He was tall and muscular. Definitely over fifty. He looked like a retired football coach. But the pink, leopard-print sofa in his living room told me he was definitely a gay dude.

“You’ve got the look I like,” the photographer said while inspecting me up and down. “Let’s get you upstairs in my studio and see what you’ve got.” Two minutes later I was upstairs and removing my clothes for him.

“Yes, you will work quite well,” he assured me. “You’ve got great definition, which shows up nicely in black and white. And I’m glad you’re a bit hairy. Too many guys your age shave their bodies. I want my men to look like men.”

Then looking down at my cock, he exclaimed, “Fuck, you’re hung. You straight?” When I nodded yes, he chuckled and said, “I bet the bitches love getting fucked by that piece of meat.” I felt certain he would also love it, so I kept my mouth shut.

The photo shoot itself was pretty easy. As the photographer promised, my cock was covered the entire time, or my body was angled so you couldn’t see my junk in the photo. He put me through a variety of poses and backdrops. “You’re a natural,” he told me. “The camera loves you.”

What I loved was the $200 bucks he handed me at the end of the session. “So when can I come back?” I asked eagerly. “Next week?”

He laughed at my eagerness and said no, that he might not need me for another month. I was disappointed and told him I needed more money.

“Well,” the photographer began with some hesitation. “I do have another project on which I’m working.” He then pulled out a portfolio containing black and white photos of guys fucking.

“Porn?” I asked incredulously. “No fucking way. I’m not doing gay porn,” I protested.

The photographer raised his hand to stop me. “It isn’t pornography,” he insisted. “This is erotica. Look closely at the photos. You can’t see if the men are actually fucking. It’s all simulated. The suggestion of sex can be more powerful than seeing the act itself.”

Real or not, I still had no interest in doing erotica or whatever the fuck he called it. It was gay porn to me. I turned to leave, saying, “No thanks.”

But before I was out the door, the photographer called out, “It pays $500 for two hours work.”

I stopped dead in my tracks. “Okay. I’ll do it. But I’m NOT sticking my dick in some guy. It’s all pretend, right?”

He nodded in agreement. “Come back tomorrow. 2 pm,” he instructed. “You’ll be with Eros. $500 bucks.”

Eros was already upstairs in the studio when I arrived the next day. I was relieved to find he also looked masculine, but his sexuality was unquestionable when he got a look at my cock and said, “Damn, you’re hung. I wish you were gonna fuck me for real. Would love to have that up my ass.”

His candor embarrassed me, and I instinctively covered my cock with my hand. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “The photographer told me you’re straight. I’ve worked with a lot of straight models before. I promise to be on good behavior.” I was dubious, but thanked him.

The photographer soon arrived upstairs, and began to set up the shots. We began with a series of photos in which Eros simulated sucking me off. It was a little uncomfortable, as Eros had to have his face in my crotch, mere inches from my cock. Most of the photos were taken with Eros kneeling before me with my hands on his head and my head arched back as if he was giving me the best head of my life, even though Eros was really just staring at my pubes. It all seemed a bit cheesy to me, but the photographer seemed happy with the shots.

“Okay—now time for you two to fuck,” the photographer announced. My face turned white as he laughed and said, “Relax. It’s simulated fucking, remember?”

We started with some shots in which Eros was bent over a couch with me pretending to fuck him from behind. Once again, my head was arched back in faux ecstasy. My cock had to be close to his hole, but not touching. That would soon change.

The next shot required us to be on the floor with Eros straddling me. As the photographer prepped the scene, Eros grabbed some lotion from his bag and began to slather his hole and ass crack with it.

“What the fuck is that for?” I demanded.

“To prevent chafing,” he replied. “Your cock is going to be rubbing against me a lot in this next position. Trust me. You’ll thank me for the lotion.”

Sure enough, as Eros promised, my cock had to rub up against his hole in the next series of shots as we simulated intense fucking. It was unavoidable. What was also unavoidable is that I started to get hard. I had no problem staying soft when we had no contact in the earlier shots, but that had changed. And the lotion that Eros slathered all over his ass wasn’t helping things.

“Mmm,” Eros began to moan at the touch of my hard cock against his hole. “It feels to me like the straight guy is getting turned on.”

I wanted to push him off me and bolt out the door, but then I remembered the $500 bucks. I ignored Eros, focused on the money, and tried to zone out as he gyrated against my hard cock through a series of photos.

But my concentration was broken when the photographer announced he was having an issue with his camera. “Hold there guys,” the photographer ordered. “This will only take a moment, and I don’t want you guys to move and fuck up the continuity of the shots.”

I held still, but Eros didn’t. He began to grind hard against my cock, pressing his hole firmly at my cock head. And as much as I wanted to deny it, it felt fucking incredible. I’m not gay. But I dare you to find any guy who could withstand a wet, puckered hole rubbing up against his hard cock without wanting to be inside it. I wanted to be in that hole. And Eros knew it.

“You’re hard as a rock. Slide it in me,” Eros taunted. “Who cares if you’re straight? A hole is a hole.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. As he continued to grind against me, I raised my hips and allowed my big cock to penetrate his ass. Instantly discovering that his tight hole had been breached, Eros took over and began to bare down on my cock. I was soon balls deep inside him.

“Fuck,” he cried out. “Your cock is so fucking big. Damn.”

His outburst soon had the photographer’s attention. “Well, well, well,” he chuckled while licking his lips. “This just got interesting. Keep fucking him,” he directed. “I love when my work has authenticity.”

Not needing any further approval than that, I began to work Eros’s hole while he straddled me. “Kiss,” the photographer ordered, and Eros leaned forward and kissed me. I could hear the photographer’s camera clicking furiously. “Yes,” the photographer roared. “Fuck that faggot’s ass. These photos are going to be fucking awesome.”

Eros began to work in concert with me while he supported himself on his muscular legs. As I raised my hips to go deeper inside him, Eros came down hard on my cock, bobbing up and down. My balls were getting tight.

“You got enough film yet?” I called out urgently to the photographer. “Because I’m about to bust.”

The photographer nodded while calling out, “Yeah, breed that faggot. Give him your load.” I did just as I was told, and soon flooded Eros’s guts.

Eros soon collapsed upon me. We were both sweaty and sticky. He pulled off my cock, and I could feel my load washing out of his hole and covering my cock and balls. As Eros leaned down to lick me clean, the photographer kept snapping away. “I thought you didn’t like to have a cock in your photos,” I remarked.

“Yes,” he admitted. “But these last shots will be for my own spank bank.”

After we had cleaned up and dressed, the photographer handed us our cash for the session. Eros took leave, my load swimming inside him, but the photographer asked me to hang back for a minute.

“You’ve got some real talent,” the photographer complimented. “And I don’t mean just that big cock. You know how to fuck and the camera loves you.” I thanked him, but didn’t know where this was going.

“I have a colleague who produces gay porn films,” he informed me. “I could pass his number along to you.”

“No thanks,” I protested, scrunching up my face. “Fucking Eros was a one-and-done. Sure, it felt good, but I’m not gay.”

The photographer gave a twisted smile. “My boy, you don’t have to be gay to do gay porn. Half of the guys in gay porn are straight. They call it ‘gay for pay,’ you know.”

“How much does it pay?” I inquired, though I still had no interest in doing gay porn.

“Well,” he answered, “you can demand a lot of money with that big cock. Maybe $2,500 a scene.”

And that’s how I became another straight guy with a big dick who makes a living doing gay porn. A hole is a hole, after all. But don’t tell my girlfriend that.

“Yeah,” he boasted with a sly smile. “Gave her six orgasms.”

He and his bride were in the hotel room next to mine, and had kept me up all night long with their marathon fornication. I didn’t really mind, having rubbed out three loads while listening to their unbridled passion.

“You two newlyweds?” I asked, though it was obvious.

“Yeah—on our honeymoon,” he affirmed, taking a sip of his coffee, his body angled so I couldn’t see his cock.

“Can I see your dick?” I asked unabashedly.

“What?!” he exclaimed, spraying out his coffee.

“You heard me—lemme see your cock,” I demanded. “Your bride kept screaming how big you are. Christ, you’re the one standing out here naked. Show it to me.”

“Fine,” he acquiesced, turning his body towards me. I tried not to gasp at the sight of his big, floppy cock stretching halfway to his knees.

“Damn, that’s a big fuckin’ dick,” I exclaimed. “Respect.”

“It gets the job done,” he laughed, giving it a brief tug.

“You ever fuck her up the ass with that big thing?” I queried.

“I wish,” he sulked. “She’s not into back door.”

“That’s a shame,” I sympathized mockingly, dropping the back of my athletic shorts as I turned towards my room, giving him a glimpse of my firm bubble butt. “You should consider coming over and dumping a load in me. I love it up the ass.”

His jaw dropped, shocked to the core by my direct invitation. Disappearing into my hotel room, I sat on the bed and patiently waited. Two minutes had barely passed when a soft but urgent knock sounded at my door. Through the peephole, I spotted the hung groom—shirtless and in a pair of athletic shorts that did nothing to conceal his big, hard cock.

“Let’s make this quick, before she wakes up,” he ordered as I opened the door and he pushed his way into my room.

I barely had time to grab a bottle of lube from my toiletry bag before he was pulling me towards the bed. Forcing me face down on the mattress with one hand, he lubricated his big dick with the other, readying it for my eager hole.

“FUCK,” I gasped as he thrust into me, his hands on my hips.

“Shut the fuck up,” he barked, pushing my face into the mattress to silence me. “I don’t want her to hear us.”

Knowing how thin the walls were between our rooms, I bit my lip to silence myself as he unleashed a violent assault on my ass. There’s often a fine line between pleasure and pain, and this guy’s massive cock had me riding that line.

With my hole stretched to the max, his big dick was reaching depths within in me that I had never before experienced. My eyes rolled back into my head as my body succumbed to wave after wave of ecstasy while this hung stud consumed me. It was the closest thing I’d ever had to an out-of-body experience.

My body began to convulse, snapping me back to reality, and then I realized that it was actually the groom who was quaking inside me as his cock throbbed and released his warm seed. “FUCK . . . SHIT,” he gasped, his sweaty body collapsing upon me as his balls emptied.

“This never happened, you understand?” he ordered as he pulled out of me abruptly, his thick load gushing onto the bedsheet from my gaping hole. I nodded solemnly as he fumbled to pull on his athletic shorts and then bolted out of my room.

An hour later, the happy newlyweds were at a table across from me as they brunched on the hotel terrace. The bride wore a placid look of sexual satisfaction upon her pretty face. The groom refused to look my way.

“Why is it the hot ones are always straight?” the twink waiter remarked, catching me staring at the groom while refilling my coffee.

“Not always,” I smiled, my wrecked hole still throbbing from that massive cock.

“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.”

“Nah,” I refused. “I gotta finish studying for this chemistry midterm I’ve got coming up.”

“You know, Jimmy, I’m proud of you,” he said, popping open the beer and taking a sip. 

“It’s just community college,” I demurred. 

“That’s something, man,” he replied. “You don’t want to be busting your ass like me, cleaning pools for a living when you’re my age.”

“I guess,” I replied sheepishly, but what I wanted to say was how proud I was of him for working so hard for my mom and me. I wasn’t even his flesh and blood, yet he was putting me through college. I could never find the words to tell my stepdad how much I loved him, but perhaps I could find a way to show him. 

“Do—do you and Mom still fuck?” I asked hesitantly. I remembered waking up in the middle of the night when I was a kid, the sound of him grunting as their headboard banged against the wall, my mom moaning under his weight. But that had stopped years ago. 

“Shit, Jimmy. You’re grown up now, so I won’t lie to you,” he began. “It’s been years since your mom and me fucked. Marriages can be really complicated. I know your mom loves me, but she doesn’t want to fuck no more.”

“You can fuck me . . . if you want,” I offered, my eyes meeting his. 

“Christ, Jimmy,” he exhaled, placing his beer on the counter. “You know I support your being gay and all. But I can’t fuck you. Guys like me don’t fuck other dudes.”

“Your buddy next door fucks me,” I confessed,“in his garage out back after Judy and the kids are in bed.”

“Hank?” he asked in disbelief. “He fucks you?”

“Yeah,” I affirmed. “A few times a week. He fucked me on top of his Harley last time. Hank loves my tight hole. He said Judy’s cunt got all baggy after popping out all those kids.”

“Jesus,” he exclaimed. “Hank told me he was getting some pussy on the side, but didn’t tell me it was yours.”

“Are you mad?” I asked. “Mad that your best bud is fucking your stepson?”

“Nah,” he denied, his tighty whities tenting. “It’s kinda hot when I think about it.”

“Then why don’t you think about getting that big cock in me?” I suggested, dropping to my knees and pulling down his briefs. His thick, hairy cock was rock hard and just about smacked me in the face. 

“Fuck, that feels good,” he moaned, his head rolling back as I took his big cock down my warm throat. “I’m warning you . . . I nut fast.”

“In that case, we’d better get that cock up my ass,” I replied, lowering my shorts as I stood up and braced myself against the kitchen counter, my hole presented for his use.

“Christ, you are tight,” he marveled, pushing into me, his hands gripping my hips. “I ain’t gonna last long.”

“It’s cool, man,” I assured him, reveling in the fullness of his thick cock buried balls deep in me, his hairy belly rubbing against my smooth ass. “Shoot whenever you’re ready,” I told him. He was ready. 

“Fuck, man,” he grunted urgently. “Here it fuckin’ comes . . . SHIT . . . DAMN.” His body convulsed as his hairy balls emptied inside me. Pulling out of me, his load began to drip from my hole. I quickly clenched my anus, wanting to keep his seed in me as long as possible. 

“Damn, I needed that,” he exhaled, pulling his briefs back up and over his wet, spent cock. “You ain’t gonna tell your mom, right?”

As I nodded in affirmation, my phone suddenly buzzed. Reaching into my crumpled shorts on the floor, I noticed I had a text. “It’s Hank,” I announced. “He wants me to come over. You wanna join us? You two can take turns tagging my ass.”

“Fuck YES,” my stepdad exclaimed, his tighty whities tenting again. “Lemme just put on a pair of shorts before we head over there.”

“Forget the shorts,” I laughed. “You won’t be in them for long.”

“Aunt Tammy suggested that I come out here and check on you,” I lied, for I secretly loved soaking in his toxic masculinity.

“I thought you two were baking cookies?” he asked, his voice emphasizing the last word in a mocking falsetto.

“We finished. Aunt Tammy left a plate of them in the kitchen for you,” I reported. “She’s taking a nap now.”

An awkward silence filled the workshop as Uncle Travis held me in his gaze, his arms folded across his muscular, hairy chest with his cigar gripped firmly between his teeth.

“Can I—can I try your cigar?” I stammered, breaking the silence.

“Sorry, boy. Cigars are for men,” he smirked, adjusting his package.

“But I’m eighteen now,” I protested, puffing out my chest.

“You might be eighteen . . . but you sure ain’t a man,” he laughed in a cloud of smoke.

“Please. I just want to try one puff,” I pleaded, my eyes traveling over his beefy, hairy body and lingering on the bulge in his shorts. Christ, I wanted his cock—and he knew it.

“You want something to smoke, boy?” he asked tauntingly, reaching into his shorts and pulling out his thick, hairy eight-incher. “Then why don’t you smoke this?”

Instinctively, I dropped to my knees and took his fat cock down my throat as he grabbed the back of my head. His pubes, smashed against my nose, gave off a heady scent with notes of sweat, musk, and tobacco.

“Watch your fuckin’ teeth,” he admonished in another puff of smoke as I stretched my jaw, straining to deep throat him. I’d never sucked a cock with such girth. “You like this big cock?” he asked.

“Mmpft,” I nodded, unable to speak while he face fucked me.

“How bout you take it up the ass for me?” he suggested, pushing me off his cock and placing his cigar on the edge of his work table. “On all fours,” he demanded as I pulled down my shorts and got on the concrete floor.

“Fuck me,” I begged while he kneeled behind me and spat upon his cock. “Fuck me with that big cock.”

“Damn, you gotta hot cunt,” he announced, pushing into me from behind. With his left hand pressing my face into the concrete floor of the workshop, Uncle Travis raised my ass with his right hand, pushing deeper into me. “This is how I like to fuck faggots like you,” he grunted, pummeling my hole.

My brain turned to Jell-O as Uncle Travis proceeded to destroy my hole. His persistent assault on my ass might have been ten minutes or possibly an hour. In a trance-like state, I lost all sense of time as my body morphed into an empty vessel for his pleasure. A low, primal growl finally snapped me back to reality.

“FUUUCK,” he groaned, his body convulsing as a flood of warmth filled me from within. “Yeah, take this fuckin’ nut,” he bellowed, his balls emptying inside me. Collapsing with all his weight upon me, I struggled to breath until he finally pulled out of me.

“Pull up your pants,” Uncle Travis barked as he did the same, stuffing his wet cock back into his shorts.

His cigar was still on the edge of the work table, a wisp of smoke rising from it and dancing toward the ceiling. With Uncle Travis watching me, I reached for the cigar and took a long drag . . . which is when my aunt walked in with the plate of cookies.

“What the hell, Travis?” Aunt Tammy cried out incredulously, nearly dropping the cookies as I coughed out a cloud of smoke. “The boy shouldn’t be smoking your cigars.”

“Pipe down, Tammy,” admonished Uncle Travis. “The boy is a man now,” he winked in my direction. “I’ve decided he’s gonna sleep out here in the workshop with me for the rest of his visit. See if you can round up a sleeping bag.”

“Yes, Travis,” answered Aunt Tammy, fixing me with a knowing, icy stare.

“Yeah, but there’s no hurry,” I assured him, resting against the bathroom counter, openly ogling him. “You sure you don’t want me to come in there with you? Maybe pump a load up my ass?”

“Not this time, bro,” Caleb declined. “I’ve got a date in an hour. That hot bitch who hit me up on Tinder yesterday.”

“You gonna get up in her snatch?” I asked.

“That’s the plan,” he winked, giving his big cock a tug with a soapy fist.

“All the reason more you should fuck my ass before you see her,” I suggested. “You’ll last longer inside her if your balls aren’t so full.”

“Nice try, bro,” Caleb laughed. “Seems to me you should be happy with the three loads I dumped in you last night.”

“You know I’m never satisfied,” I chided. “I love it when you fuck my ass.”

“I love it, too,” he concurred. “But your sweet hole is holding me back, bro. I haven’t had a girlfriend in over a year. It’s too easy to pound out my load in you whenever my balls are full.”

Caleb turned his back to me, rinsing the shampoo out of his hair. Quickly, I stripped off my clothes and rummaged through the bathroom drawer for some lube. Deftly, I greased up my hole just as Caleb turned off the water.

“Jesus, you’re tenacious,” he laughed, stepping out of the shower to find me bent over the bathroom counter, my hole ready and waiting to be wrecked by him.

“Please,” I begged. “Just dump a quick load in me. I really need it.”

“Fine,” Caleb acquiesced, his finger probing my wet hole, the tip of his cock soon replacing it. “This is gonna have to be fast.”

He wasn’t kidding. Instantly, he shoved his thick eight-incher deep into my bowels, his balls mashed against my eager hole.

“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, giving me some deep thrusts, his hands gripping my hips for purchase. “I wish your cunt wasn’t so fucking good. It makes it impossible to turn you down.”

“You think that bitch’s pussy will feel as good as mine?” I ventured, gripping the counter as he plowed my hole aggressively.

“Shit, bro,” Caleb laughed. “You know the answer to that. Nothing feels as good as your tight hole.”

“You think that bitch will let you cum in her pussy?” I pushed him further.

“Probably not,” he chuckled, jackhammering me hard, my hips banging into the counter. “But you’re gonna let me bust my nut in you, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh,” I agreed. “Fucking seed me.”

“You’re about to get your wish,” Caleb replied, his hands moving to my shoulders, his cock burrowing even deeper inside me. “Oh, FUCK. Here it comes, bro … Oh FUCK … SHIT.”

An explosion of warmth consumed me from within as Caleb flooded my guts. When his cock had stopped throbbing, Caleb pulled out from me abruptly, his warm load spilling from my wrecked hole.

“Lemme just rinse off my cock,” he announced, stepping back into the shower briefly.

“Take your time,” I exhaled, still bent over the bathroom counter, my legs nearly numb from being dicked down so aggressively.

“Shower’s all yours,” Caleb signaled with a playful smack on my ass while wrapping a towel around his waist. “Don’t bother waiting up for me tonight,” he called over his shoulder as he exited the bathroom.

But I would wait up for Caleb, for I knew that he would almost certainly stumble into my room around 2 am reeking of beer and sex. His cock would taste like pussy, but I wouldn’t complain because it would soon be up my ass.

“How . . . how much is that gonna cost me?” I stammered, knowing I barely had gas money on me.

“Nearest mechanic is in Boulder City, which is about 75 miles,” he reported. “The tow is three dollars a mile, so you’re lookin’ at $225 bucks.”

“SHIT,” I gasped. “I’m just a broke college student. I don’t have that kinda money. Isn’t there some other option?”

“Hell, boy,” he laughed, reaching down and rubbing his bulging crotch. “There’s always another option. The question is — What are you willing to do?”

“How ‘bout I suck that cock for you?” I offered, reaching to unzip his tented fly.

“No deal, boy,” he answered, swatting my hand away. “You want me to tow you to Boulder City, then you’re gonna need give up that tight little ass to me.”

“If you insist,” I acquiesced coyishly, pulling down my shorts. The truth was that I loved getting fucked by hairy, bearded studs.

“Not out here,” he barked, looking around the desert landscape. “Someone could drive by and see us. Climb up in my cab.”

Following orders, I went around to the passenger side of his truck and climbed into the cab as he took his place in the driver’s seat.

“There’s some lube in that glove box,” he gestured while undoing his belt, and pulling out his cock.

“Christ, you’re big,” I marveled upon taking in his thick, hairy, nine-incher. His cock was rock hard and veiny with a purplish head that was oozing precum at the tip.

“Go on, boy. Sit on this big dick,” he ordered as I pulled off my shorts, worked some lube into my hole, and straddled him. His hands went to my hips, pressing that big head up against my tight, puckered hole.

“I’m really tight,” I grimaced as he breached me with that big head, stretching me open. “Please go slow at first — allow me to adjust.”

“I ain’t got time for that,” he barked, pushing me down on his big cock, impaling me with one quick thrust.

“Fuuuck,” I cried out, blinded in pain, my tight hole straining against his girth. He had removed his shirt, and I collapsed against his hairy chest, my mouth tasting his salty sweat. Surprisingly, the angle was an improvement, and his big cock started to feel good inside me. With his strong arms wrapped around my torso, he began to lift me up and down on his cock.

“That’s it, boy. Ride this cock,” he commanded, showing me the rhythm he liked. The image of a pogo stick flashed in my mind as I bounced up and down on his cock, my arms wrapped around his neck, the scruff of his beard rubbing against my soft cheek as he defiled me.

“Here comes my nut,” he announced urgently, slamming into me harder than before. With one final thrust he let out a sonorous growl as his body quaked beneath me. “FUCK,” he roared, his head jerking back against the seat as he flooded my guts.

“Get off me now,” he ordered, his balls fully drained. Stuffing his wet cock back into his jeans and doing up his belt, he instructed me to stay in the cab while he hoisted my car onto the back of his flatbed. I found an old, balled-up McDonald’s napkin in the glove box and used it to clean my cummy hole before pulling on my shorts.

“I’m . . . I’m not sure what I’m gonna do when we get to Boulder City,” I admitted sheepishly when he returned to the cab. “I don’t have money to pay a mechanic.”

“Don’t worry, boy,” he assured me. “My cousin has an auto shop there. He’ll take care of you. I’ve already texted him. He’s got a four-day load in his balls for you.”

This system was working so it was no surprise that I was there working on my homework in a closed section of the place with an occasional kiss or conversation with James. Just another typical day. Until the unexpected group from frat pledge class came in. The guys of I Eta Pi were increasing their ranks and as such had a bunch of swaggering athletic alphas running about performing absurd tasks, designed to separate the serious recruits from the daddy's boys with nothing else to do.

I looked up through a cut out in the room and saw that a group of seven guys wearing kilts were seated in James's section. He marched in, greeted them, and took their drink orders. Of course they all ordered beers so James was obliged to check their IDs. Frankly I didn't know kilts had pockets, but these did. Once he cleared them on their fake IDs, everyone knew they were fake, but the bar covered their asses by checking, he went and gathered their drinks.

After James left, the guys started talking immediately. One asked why they were in this shithole of a bar to which another said that we were going to get our task validated. We had to wear these fucking kilts in public and take pictures of each of us getting head in a public place.

I still don't see, bonehead!

Calm down, asshole. I'd heard about this waiter in here from a friend who has Sociology class with him. The guy's a fag. Big time. He said that the place is usually dead in the afternoon so this is the best time to strike. And did you see him sizing me up when I had to show him my ID? I made sure to show him my unit as I dug for my ID. His eyes were plastered on it. I don't know about you guys, but I plan on getting my picture of him with my pole in his mouth. You boneheads got any better plan?

The guys all said that this sounded like a good plan and started chuckling. I hate to destroy their plans, but I had to protect my baby, so I got up and headed out to tell James about this plan, when I heard my baby reenter the room with a big tray carrying their bottles of brew.

Well shit, not enough time to warn him. As James placed the bottles around the table, the ringleader, a brown headed muscle man "accidentally" knocked his beer over spilling onto the floor and his shoe. He raised a ruckus as James rushed back to clean up the mess. He pulled the towel out of waist as he knelt down and began sopping up the mess. He said he was sorry for any inconvenience as he continued to clean.

As James bent all the down to wipe up his shoe, the muscle head just gave the table a big grin. Thats ok buddy, accidents will happen. No harm no foul. I bet though you've got a special way to make me feel happy and forget this ever happened. I could see him reaching under the table as the room went quiet. Then the meathead sucked in a deep breath and muttered "fuck yeah".

The meathead smiled as he glanced around the table and told the other fellows that this was some good shit. Oh fuck! Hes taking me all the way to my balls! No chick has ever done that!

I knew what he was talking about as I'd been in his shoes many times before, although not in such a public forum. Wel, there wasn't a whole lot I could do now, so I just sat back down and watched the show through the cutout.

As the alpha started grunting his eyes popped open and he muttered oh shit. Then he instructed the redhead on his right to take his camera and get a fucking pic. Hurry up because I'm about to nut in this fag's mouth. Damn he's good!

The ginger scooted back from the table and aimed his phone under there and snapped a couple pics of James doing what he does so well. Meathead erupted as he slammed his hands down on the table moaned loudly.

When he composed himself, I could see James's head sliding back out from under the table. Thats when the ginger dude asked if he really needed to spill his drink as well, or if the waiter would just slide on over.

James paused, then dove back under the table and the red head groaned. God damn this is good head. Somebody get my damned picture. Ugh.

As James gave his best customer care, the table got a little rowdier. Eventually my honey had posed and swallowed four more brunets and a big bruising black guy. Wouldn't you know that the leader of the group got another round of under the table tonsil hockey. When the guys objected, he just told them to suck it up. This was his idea and he deserved to get off twice. I noticed James didn't argue.

After climbing out from under the table, I couldnt help but notice how rough James was looking. When he asked if the guys were ready to order, they just laughed and said that the beers were enough. As the guys got up from the table, they each put their cash in the center of the table along with a hundred dollar bill for a hefty tip, since James had taken all of theirs.

James bused the table and got it restocked before popping back in to see me. He sheepishly asked if I had seen that.

I told him I saw enough. I think I mightve come in my shorts.

He laughed as he hugged me then kissed me hard on the mouth. So that's what frat cum tastes like...

He pulled back and laughed. I was about to tell him to suck a mint to kill that cum breath when the bell over the door rang and another group of muscle heads wearing kilts walked in. I could hear the lead guy say that this was place Big Pete told him about. Just watch and learn fellows.

I lay in bed with my back to Luke as I lay there thinking about the day we’ve had. Before I knew it I was sawing logs as I dreamed about faceless cocks fucking my man and there being nothing I could do about it.

When I woke the next morning, I heard the shower running and thought of how much we enjoyed being naughty in the bathroom. On my way to the bathroom, I met my dad coming out of the restroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and a grin splashed on his face.

When he saw me he greeted me with a good morning, sport. Then he adjusted himself. He reminded me that he had wrestling practice to coach and that Luke was going to be joining him today.

About that, dad. Why would he be going? I don’t even think he knows anything about wrestling?

Trust me son, I’ve seen that he knows all he needs to know. He’ll be inspiring those guys to give their all, especially after we watch the tapes of the matches on Saturday. The guys have a lot to celebrate. Some, like Big Henry, have even more to celebrate with!

Just reminding you since we’ll be heading out in about ten minutes.

Ten minutes? Well hell, luke will probably need to get showered first after all the shit he’s been through.

Dad just grinned and said not to worry. He should be ready after that scrubbing I just got done giving him. Now don’t be making him late, son. Just then Luke came out of the bathroom as well with a towel wrapped around his waist too. He smiled as he saw me and said good morning as he kissed me in the hall. I couldnt help but notice that his mouth wasn’t minty fresh, but rather tasted like he just had a load of cum.

Dad just laughed at my discomfort and told me a breakfast rich in protein was tantamount to providing my boyfriend with all the nutrients he needed to accomplish his goals. Youre welcome, son.

As everyone left me alone I the hall with a growing erection, I headed into the bathroom to pound out a load. When I finished my shower, alone, I came out of the bathroom only to hear the front door shutting followed by dads car leaving. Wel so much for that.

I got dressed and found moms note telling me she’d be at the church all day, but if I really needed her I could reach her on her phone. I grabbed a bowl of cereal and watched some TV instead.

Along about 1:30, there was a knock on the door. I went to it only to find a familiar friendly face from my past. It was Mr. Eddie, one of dad’s friends who I always looked forward to seeing. At first it was because he was always interested in me, but later it was because I was interested in him. He was my first real crush. And he still did things mentally to me. Hmmmmm.

I gave him a big hug before welcoming him into the house. When I greeted him with the name Mr. Eddie, he looked at me funny and told me that I was twenty years old now, I could just call him Eddie like everyone else.

I laughed and said okay then, Eddie. I asked how he was doing and he laughed and said he was still putting you whippersnappers in your place as he hugged me again and asked how I was doing.

Ooh boy. Guess I forgot that I only came out to mom and dad. Time to face the music so I told him that I was gay and I now had a handsome young buck who makes me smile. Bracing myself for a bad reaction, I waited for Eddie to call me fag or something. Instead, he just smiled and told me he’d figured out I was queer years ago. Glad you finally came out. So when do I get to meet this heart stopper?

He should be home with dad before too much longer. Dad wanted to show him off to his wrestling pack so he’s been helping him run practice today.

Ahhh. So thats the surprise Frank says he has for me. Says its better than Marlene!

Confused I looked at Eddie.

Hell boy, I’ve been fucking your mama for years now. Haven’t been able to keep her off me ever since she saw this, and he yanked his track suit down, showing off a fucking huge cock. It literally looked like a child’s arm sticking out of his crotch.

Eddie just chuckled and said mom got the same look in her eyes. She’s all about my dick.

I couldnt believe what I was seeing. How could I not have known that the guy I first fell in lust with had such a massive dick? And what the hell, hes been fucking mom, repeatedly, and dad knows?

Eddie just grinned as he planted his bare ass cheeks at the table and told me to fetch him something cold. Stunned I went to the fridge and got one of dad’s beers and brought it back. Eddie told me that dad said he had something I had to try out that you brought the most amazing fuck toy with you. I take it Mr Love-of-my-life is what he’s talking about? That would mean that… then Eddie grinned and asked if dad has been fucking my man.

I just lowered my eyes as Eddie started howling. Guess the cuck tree grows firmly in your family. Tell me, does it excite you to see a real man please your partner? I can’t wait to break him in then he handled his growing crank.

Just then I heard dad’s car pull in and dad opened the door inviting Luke to enter the house. When he saw me he squealed and came over and gave me a big kiss. Once again his mouth tasted like cum. Dad waited for my reaction before laughing so I guess I knew how they came home.

Eddie spoke up and asked dad how things were. Dad gasped as he saw him sitting with his track pants around his ankles. Time for dad to become quiet.

Then he said things were good. Just got done showing off my son’s boyfriend at practice. The guys loved him. Luke turned around and saw Eddie seated at the table. He walked over to shake his hand but froze when he saw the huge cock now jutting up from Eddie’s crotch.

Eddie chuckled and said that he gets that a lot. Its really not that scary once you get to know it. Come here and I’ll introduce you two. With that Luke marched his sexy ass over to the table and I could the tell tale wet spot on his pants where the many loads were leaking out of his hole. As Luke got to the table, Eddie pulled him into a kneeling position and brought him face to cock.

Go ahead son, give him a kiss like you did with junior there. He’s very friendly and will kiss back. Luke gave his cock a light kiss and looked up at Eddie. Eddie just said that he saw a much more intense kiss than that.

Luke opened his full lips and wrapped them around my father’s friend’s pole and started sucking. Ohh fuck, thats much better. Youre right Frank, he is as good as Marlene. While Luke began slowly bobbing in Eddie’s lap, dad told how practice went today.

After introducing Luke to the guys, dad loaded up the tape of the weekend matches at Malvern. As they dissected the moves of Jimbo, which led to him winning his match the guys all broke out in a round of applause for the senior. Then I told Jimbo to stand and receive his accolades. Jimbo stood and then Luke went over to him and did pretty much what he’s doing now.

The room went silent for a brief moment before Jimbo grabbed Luke’s head and fucked his mouth in front of his teammates. Wasnt long before the guys were cheering him on to a ball draining.

Eddie asked if he was correct in saying that this handsome face was fucked like a whore?

Dad just nodded with a grin. Eddie grabbed Luke’s head and began riding his tongue with his long tool.

Yeah just like that. By the time Big Henry got his turn, that boy was able to deep throat at least eight inches. Gonna be a little more effort with your third foot there, Sir.

Eddie just stood up and began to deep dick my boyfriend in our dining room. I can see he’s got some serious skills. Then he leaned Luke’s head against the table leg as he began stretching my honey’s throat by forcing that thick fucker into his mouth. I could see the tears in Luke’s eyes but he wrapped his hands around Eddie’s ass cheeks pulling him deeper into his throat.

Dad continued on his narrative as he discussed the different matches with the wrestlers all hoping theirs was next. When the team had each gotten to pop off a victory load in my baby’s mouth, the assistant coaches spoke up. They felt their contribution was being overlooked. Dad just agreed and asked the team what they thought. It was unanimous. Ted and Barry quickly stripped and each took an end for their reward. Think some of the guys learned about spit roasting. I dare say they’ll not be sharing that move with their dads. Or will they? It ended with Ted teaching Big Henry about the advanced move of double penetration. That boy learned and mastered that move so fast! The others want Luke to return so they can practice these new moves. I told them I’d see, but they needed to worry about their match this week right now. I’m betting they all do better against the Winchester team!

Eddie just grinned as dad talked about his practice and pummeled Luke’s throat when he talked about teaching DP. If he can take a DP, he can take me. All the way. He pulled out and lifted Luke up to stand before him. As he fingers his hole he spun my honey around so that he was leaning over the table.

Hmmm… sloppy seconds. My favorite. Then he lined his sex truncheon up with my baby’s hole and pushed into him. Luke howled as the thick invader breached his cum slicked asshole. Eddie told dad to find something to stop that infernal racket. Dad walked over to the table and dropped his gym shorts and guided his cock into my man’s mouth while Eddie kept going in and out of Luke’s ass hitting deeper with each thrust. In short time he was sinking it all the way up my baby’s backside. On the second full insertion, he stopped and asked my dad what the third rule of cucking was.

Without thinking, dad said that whenever the bull fully immersed his rod in a fortunate ho, his balls must ceremoniously kissed.

Thats right, cuckie, so how come my balls are being ignored. Dad looked at me and told me I needed to learn my place as this was my lover. So with both of them watching me, I dropped to my knees and got behind Eddie and kissed his big dangling balls.

I asked Eddie if that was satisfactory, and he replied that when I was back there I was to refer to him as Sir and that I needed to show more enthusiasm. Do it again.

I again kissed his nuts and he grunted. Then he began a slow deep dicking of my baby with me puckering and kissing his balls after each thrust. At one point he grabbed Luke’s hips and power fucked his hole in rapid repeated thrusts. When he paused he told me that he wasn’t sure how many times so just teabag his junk and I opened my mouth and let his balls luxuriate in my mouth.

Finally he just got tired of backing up into my nose so he told me to just tongue his hole until he finished fucking this tight warm ass. I did as this was my favorite thing to do. He pulled out of Luke and rested across my face as he turned him over and placed his ass on the edge of the table. He sank his pole again and began fucking my man while holding his muscular legs on his shoulders. I could hear the table squeaking as he fucked the holy hell out of Luke.

As I tongued my dad’s friend’s ass I could hear him moaning and his low hanging balls began to draw up. Within a minute, I felt Sir grab the back of head forcing me to deep tongue his hole as he shot off up my lover’s ass.

Eddie finally released my head and told me that I could give my old man a few lessons on being a cuck, then he pulled out Luke’s ass dribbling cum all over the table. He pulled Luke off the table and led him upstairs to the bathroom. Before he left he advised me to get that mess cleaned up before your mama gets home. She’s gonna be mad if she finds out someone was fucking on her table. She’s gonna be furious if she discovers it was me fucking and she didn’t get any! I advised you to lick that up Pronto before it leaves any cum stains. As I was busy licking up the cum, I heard the shower turn on.

“I told you ass is better than pussy,” I playfully taunted, grinding down hard on him, his eyes rolling back into his head.

I had spotted him at the breakfast buffet on the resort terrace that morning. Jesus, he was hot—and exactly what I needed between my legs on my solo vacation. He looked straight. But since when has that stopped me?

He and his parents were seated at the table next to mine. The dad was kind of hot, but it was his son who I wanted inside me. As I sipped my mimosa, I casually eavesdropped on their conversation. His parents invited him to join them on a helicopter tour of the island, but the hottie declined—saying he wanted to spend the day by the pool. Little did he know, he wouldn’t be alone.

He was shirtless and in a tight pair of board shorts when I spotted him lounging by the pool an hour later. His chiseled body was fucking gorgeous. And from the bulge in his trunks, the boy was packing.

“Is this seat taken?” I asked him, gesturing to the empty chaise lounge next to him.

“Nah—it’s all yours,” he invited as I plopped myself down on the chaise, pulling off my shirt to reveal my muscled physique. He checked me out, but only in the way that straight guys often assess each other.

“I’m Warren,” I introduced, offering my hand. “Are you vacationing here alone?” I asked innocently, hiding the fact that I’d been stalking him all morning.

“I’m Caleb,” he shook my hand firmly. “I’m here with my parents—a graduation present. How about you?”

“I’m here alone,” I answered, eyeing his bulge. “Congrats on your graduation. This resort is an awesome place to celebrate.”

“Yeah—well, it would be better if my girlfriend was here with me,” Caleb scowled. “My parents wouldn’t let me bring her.”

“That’s a shame,” I sympathized, masking my glee. “But there’s no shortage of other girls here,” I suggested feebly, gesturing to a nearby gaggle of girls who kept looking longingly at Caleb. Bitches.

“No—I promised my girlfriend that I wouldn’t fuck any other girls while I’m here,” Caleb stated with conviction.

“Then why not fuck a guy?” I suggested, flipping over on the chaise, presenting my ass suggestively. “You only promised not to fuck any other girls—a guy won’t count.”

“I don’t—I don’t fuck guys,” Caleb stammered awkwardly. “I’m not gay.”

“You don’t have to be gay to fuck a guy,” I laughed patronizingly. “A lot of straight guys like you have enjoyed my tight ass.”

“Wait—straight guys have fucked you?” he gasped incredulously.

“Yes,” I affirmed, raising my ass off the chaise slightly. “Eventually, most straight guys learn that ass feels way better than pussy. You wanna come up to my room and find out for yourself?”

“Dude. I’m not gonna fuck you,” he spat, a little too loudly. “I don’t fuck guys.”

“Well—maybe you should tell that to your cock,” I gestured to the tenting bulge in his trunks.

Caleb grabbed his towel and quickly covered his junk with it, eyeing the nearby gaggle of girls to make sure they hadn’t noticed. Those bitches were out of their league with Caleb, but I was close to scoring.

“Room 526,” I announced as I stood up and dropped my spare key card onto Caleb’s chaise lounge. “I’ll be in my room. Come by if you want to dump a load up my ass.”

Thirty minutes later, I was on my hotel bed, my ass prepped and ready, when I heard the click of the key card engaging the lock in my door. Caleb entered, still shirtless and in his tight board shorts with a towel draped casually over his shoulder.

“This doesn’t leave the room, understand?” he commanded as he tossed off the towel and slipped off his board shorts. Christ, the boy was hung—easily over nine inches. I wondered if he inherited his big cock from his attractive father, but I wasn’t about to ask the boy that.

“I’m prepped and ready,” I announced, reclining back on the bed and spreading my legs for him. “Go ahead and stick it in me.”

“Will you ride it for me?” he asked, climbing on the bed. “My girlfriend doesn’t like to be on top. She says my dick is too big.”

“Fuck yeah, I’ll ride you,” I exclaimed, offering him a pillow for his head as I raised myself up and straddled him. “You just relax and enjoy the ride,” I winked, gripping his big cock and deftly guiding it to my pre-lubed hole.

“Fuuuuck,” exhaled Caleb as I sat on his cock, taking all nine inches of his thick member up my ass until his balls were mashed against my eager hole.

Pushing myself onto the balls of my feet, my hands resting on Caleb’s hips, I began to raise and lower myself slowly—up and down his big cock—treating him to a series of toe-curling, deliberate strokes.

“Fuck, your ass feels good,” Caleb exhaled, propping his hands behind his head and locking eyes with me as I rode his big cock.

“I told you ass is better than pussy,” I playfully taunted, grinding down hard on him, his eyes rolling back into his head. “And I’m just getting started.”

Like a well-conditioned machine, I revved my engines and began to ride Caleb’s cock at full throttle. Christ, his big dick felt amazing up my ass. Caleb moved his hands to my hips, guiding me faster atop his big dick. His pelvis got in on the action, jackhammering me in unison as I rode him like a bucking bronco.

“Shit . . . I’m gonna cum,” Caleb announced urgently. “You want me to pull out?”

“Fuck no,” I barked. “I want you to breed this fuckin’ hole.”

Instantly, I could feel Caleb’s cock swelling and throbbing within me. “HOLY FUCK . . . SHIT,” he bellowed, his head nearly hitting the head board as his body quaked and his cock erupted, flooding my guts with his warm seed.

“Damn, that was good,” Caleb exhaled as I dismounted his big dick and rolled onto the bed, clenching my sphincter to keep his load inside of me.

“You wanna come back tonight and fuck me again?” I offered as Caleb climbed off the bed to get dressed.

“I wish. My girlfriend is supposed to call me tonight,” he lamented, stuffing his spent cock back into his board shorts. “And I’m sharing a room with my parents. I’m not good at hiding stuff from them. How about I come fuck you again around this time tomorrow?”

I readily agreed and told him to hang on to the key card to my room. He was welcome to come use my ass whenever he could.

That night, I went down to the hotel bar to find some more dick. Sipping my beer, I nearly choked when Caleb’s father appeared and took the barstool next to mine. Fuck.

“I think this belongs to you,” he said, placing my key card next to my beer on the bar top. “It fell out of my son’s board shorts this afternoon, and he told me everything.”

“I’m—I’m so sorry,” I began to stammer an apology.

“Nonsense,” Caleb’s dad raised his hand to stop me. “It sounds like you did the boy a favor. He was bound to discover the joys of fucking a guy sooner or later—as we all do,” he laughed. “I should have seen it coming, from the way you were eye fucking my son at breakfast.”

“Thanks for understanding,” I smiled, slightly embarrassed, but also relieved that Caleb’s dad wasn’t going to kick my ass. “Most fathers wouldn’t be cool about this.”

“Actually, I’d like to show you what a cool dad I can be,” he said with a sly smile. “You want my cock?”

Ten minutes later, as Caleb’s dad pile-drived my ass up against the headboard of my hotel bed, I learned that Caleb unquestionably inherited his big dick from his hung father.

“You think he’s gonna give us a ride?” Ryan asked his older brother Walt, holding out his thumb.

“Yeah,” Walt replied, signaling the driver to pull over for them. “But I’m not sucking his dick, if that’s what he’s after. I sucked off that trucker this morning for us, and I can still taste that motherfucker’s nasty load.”

“Where you boys headed?” the man asked, his window rolled down as he came to a stop.

“We’re heading to Kingwood,” Walt replied. “It’s down near Flemington. But we’ll gladly ride with you as far as you can take us.”

“Kingwood is a ways from here,” the man noted. “What brings you boys up this way?”

“We’ve been picking apples all season up near Rockport,” Ryan volunteered, removing his ball cap and scratching his head. “But now we’re heading back home to our dad’s farm.”

“Why don’t you have any packs?” the man asked. “Where’s your things?”

“We got robbed this morning,” Walt answered.

“A trucker gave us a ride,” Ryan interjected, “and then drove off with our packs when we were taking a piss at a gas station.” Ryan didn’t mention that Walt had sucked off the trucker in his cab before he robbed and ditched them.

“It’s a sad world,” the man replied somberly. “You boys hungry?”

“Yes, sir,” Ryan replied eagerly as Walt placed a cautious hand on his brother’s shoulder. For good reason, Walt was distrustful of older men offering up rides to younger guys alongside roadways, but the brothers had no other options besides hitchhiking their way home.

“I live just up the road,” the man stated. “How about you boys come back to my place? I can fix us up some dinner, you can stay the night, and then I’ll drive you down to Kingwood in the morning.”

“That sounds awesome,” Ryan agreed eagerly. Walt wasn’t as excited, for he knew a night at the man’s house would likely come with a catch. Yet it was getting dark, and the prospect of spending the night in a ditch wasn’t a great alternative.

“Hop in,” the man offered, reaching over to unlatch the passenger door. “I’m Dale.”

The brothers climbed into the truck, with Ryan sandwiched between Walt and Dale on the bench seat. The brothers then introduced themselves as Dale pulled the truck back onto the roadway.

While Dale made friendly chatter with the brothers, Walt took the opportunity to assess their good Samaritan. Dale was handsome, bearded, and looked to be in his mid-forties. His muscular forearms were heavily tattooed below his rolled-up flannel sleeves. And at his neck, Dale wore a heavy gold chain that disappeared into the dense chest hair beneath his open collar. The bulge in his jeans was massive, and Walt wondered when he would be expected to suck it in exchange for Dale’s hospitality.

“You sure your wife won’t mind you bringing two hitchhikers home with you?” Walt ventured, even though he assumed there was no lady in Dale’s life.

“Oh, I’m not married,” Dale volunteered readily. “Never could find a woman who could handle all of me,” he laughed, his right hand adjusting his package as his left hand continued to steer the truck.

Within minutes, Dale delivered them to an unassuming clapboard house at the end of a gravel road. Dale cut the engine in the dirt drive, as there appeared to be another vehicle parked in a wide carport attached to the house.

“Is that what I think it is?” Ryan marveled, climbing out of the truck and making his way to the carport.

“That’s my baby,” Dale beamed. “She’s a ‘67 Chevy Camaro.”

“She’s beautiful,” Ryan exclaimed, running his fingers carefully along the vehicle’s waxed, cherry-red paneling.

“She was a bucket of bolts when I got her,” Dale explained, his hand on Ryan’s shoulder, “but I’ve spent the past two years lovingly restoring her. I own a mechanic shop in town, but my true passion is restoring beauties like this one.”

“I want to do that—to work with cars,” Ryan shared with Dale. “But my dad wouldn’t let me get trained to be a mechanic. He expects Walt and me to learn the farm with him, so it can be ours one day.”

“That’s a shame,” Dale sympathized, taking Ryan’s hands in his and examining them. “You’ve got strong hands. You’d make a damn good mechanic.”

Walt stifled a laugh, knowing that what Dale really wanted was to see Ryan’s strong hands working Dale’s big dick. After enduring another twenty minutes of car talk between Ryan and Dale, Walt was relieved when Dale finally took them inside the house.

“I’m gonna throw some burgers on the grill for us,” Dale announced, taking a package of ground chuck out of the fridge. “The bathroom is upstairs. You boys are welcome to shower off all that dusty grime from the road before dinner. There’s plenty of soap and clean towels up there for you.”

The boys scurried upstairs to shower. “What the fuck’s going on with you two?” Walt demanded as soon as he and Ryan were alone in the bathroom. “That guy is all over you.”

“That’s bullshit,” Ryan denied, stripping off his shirt and reaching into the shower to get the hot water started. “We were just talking about his Camaro. You’re just jealous ’cause you know jack shit about cars.”

“Just be careful,” Walt warned Ryan. “That guy wants something. Nothing is free in this world. Everything comes with a price.”

“You should know,” Ryan laughed. “Since you’re the one that sucked off the hairy trucker who ditched us this morning.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Walt barked in Ryan’s face. “I did what I had to do to get us a ride. It’s not my fault that fucker drove off with our packs after I sucked down his nasty cum. But that Dale . . . he wants more than a blow job from you. I can tell. Just watch your step.”

Around the dinner table, Dale asked that they hold hands and say a blessing before diving into the burgers that he prepared. As Dale recited a prayer, Walt looked up from his plate and witnessed Dale softly stroking Ryan’s hand with his thumb. “Let’s eat,” Dale proclaimed upon finishing the prayer, with Ryan giving a bashful smile to Dale.

After dinner, the brothers helped to clear the table and wash the dishes while Dale made up the sofa bed in the den for them. “It’s not so late yet,” Dale announced, joining the brothers in the kitchen. “You boys wanna kick back a few beers on the porch with me?”

“Thanks, but I’m gonna hit the sack,” Walt refused, not wishing to spend any more time with Dale. But Ryan eagerly agreed, helping to carry an armful of chilled bottles out to the porch with Dale.

Walt tried to settle down on the pullout couch, but had trouble falling asleep. He could hear Ryan and Dale laughing it up on the porch, clinking beers, and chewing the shit. Walt wished Ryan would come to bed, so they could finally get some much-needed sleep.

Walt was dazed and confused when awoken by a soft, rhythmic grunting coming from upstairs. Walt strained to read a clock on the wall, which showed the time to be a quarter past midnight. And when he saw that Ryan had yet to come to bed, he knew instantly what he was hearing.

Walt realized that it was none of his business if Ryan wanted to fuck Dale, yet he still felt the need to investigate—to make sure that Ryan wasn’t being forced or coerced in any way. As his older brother, Walt still felt responsible for Ryan, even if his younger brother was over eighteen.

Tiptoeing up the stairs, the telltale sounds of fucking getting louder with each step, Walt froze as he approached Dale’s bedroom. The door was nearly wide open. Dale was seated on the bed, facing the door with his back to the headboard and his muscular legs spread wide, as Ryan straddled him and road his cock.

“Fuck, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” Dale growled as Ryan bounced up and down on Dale’s cock. “You like this big dick up your ass?”

“Yes,” Ryan exhaled, his head tipping back in ecstasy as he ground his stretched-out hole against Dale’s hairy balls. “Your cock feels so fuckin’ good inside me.”

Dale wrapped his arms around Ryan and began to kiss him fervently as they fucked. Walt wanted to look away as the two men kissed, surprised to find that the kissing bothered him more than the fucking. Walt was about to turn and leave in disgust, when he realized that Dale had seen him lurking in the doorway.

Dale’s eyes were locked upon Walt as he continued to fuck Ryan. A chill ran down Walt’s spine as he realized the import of Dale’s stare. In bodily possession of Ryan, it was as if Dale was declaring that Ryan now belonged to him. And Dale was about to seal the deal.

“You want my cum, baby?” Dale asked Ryan thrusting his hips upward. “You want me to breed your sweet cunt?”

“Yes,” Ryan begged. “Seed my hole. Make me yours.”

“Aww FUCK . . . SHIT,” Dale grunted, locking eyes with Walt once more as he wrapped his muscular arms tighter around Ryan and flooded his guts with his warm load. “Yeah, baby,” he moaned. “Take my nut.”

Walt couldn’t force himself to watch any longer. In his mind, Walt had failed his brother. He had failed to protect Ryan from users like Dale. Feeling defeated, Walt returned to the sofa bed and tried to fall asleep. Within minutes, round two began upstairs with Dale’s headboard banging the wall as Ryan screamed, “Fuck me, Dale . . . Fuck me with that big dick.”

Walt awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon, and found Ryan preparing breakfast in the sunny kitchen. “Dale drove into town to pick up some coffee,” Ryan reported, moving around strips of bacon in a hot skillet. And that’s when Walt noticed it—a golden glint of light around Ryan’s neck. It was Dale’s thick gold chain.

“What’re you doing wearing that?” Walt demanded, pointing to the chain.

“Dale gave it to me,” Ryan beamed, running his fingers along the gold chain at his neck. “He wants me to have it.”

“You need to give that back to him before we leave this morning,” Walt ordered. “Dad will have a fuckin’ fit if he sees you wearing it.”

“I’m not leaving,” Ryan stated calmly. “And I’m not going home to Dad. I’m staying here with Dale. He said he’ll buy you a bus ticket home.”

“What the fuck do you mean you’re staying?” Walt demanded.

“I’m not going home. I’m staying here with Dale,” Ryan repeated quietly, unable to look his brother in the eye. “Dale loves me.”

“He doesn’t love you,” Walt scoffed. “He just loves fucking your tight ass.”

“That’s not true,” Ryan challenged. “Dale’s gonna train me to be a mechanic like him. And we’re gonna restore old cars together. I can have a life here with him.”

“And what about your life back home?” Walt quipped. “On the farm . . . with me and Dad?”

“That’s not the life I want,” Ryan dismissed. “You and dad love farming. But I—I fucking hate it. And Dale’s giving me a chance for something real—to be a mechanic. This is my chance.”

“Dale is just gonna use you,” Walt accused.

“As if Dad isn’t using me?” Ryan retorted. “Should I have to farm Dad’s land because that’s what he wants for me? Don’t you see, Walt? Dad is the one using me. And you’re no better for letting it happen.”

“I’m outta here,” Walt barked, knowing there was nothing he could do or say to change his brother’s mind. “You know where to find me and Dad when it’s time to come crawling back home with your tail tucked between your legs.” Walt grabbed his shoes and started toward the front door.

“Wait,” Ryan called after him. “Dale said he’ll take you to the bus station when he gets back. He’s gonna buy you a ticket.”

“Yeah, sure,” Walt scoffed. “And I bet he’d expect me to suck his dick on the way there.”

Walt slammed the door, leaving his younger brother behind. Finding his way back to the main road, Walt was thankful to be headed away from town, not wanting to chance being spotted by Dale on his return home.

After about an hour of walking in the bright morning sun, Walt’s thumb raised for passing vehicles, an older man in a shiny, black sedan slowed up and stopped for him.

“Where you headed?” the man asked, lowering his window. He was nicely dressed in a shirt and tie, his graying hair neatly combed back. Walt took him to be a salesman, and was relieved to see a gold wedding band on the man’s left hand.

“Kingwood,” Walt responded, shielding the sun from his eyes with his hand.

“Hop in,” the kind man offered, unlocking the passenger door. “I’m passing right by there.”

“Thank you, sir,” Walt smiled as he climbed into the passenger seat. “I was getting tired of walking.”

“Happy to help,” the man grinned. “I’ve got a son about your age, and you remind me of him.”

The cool air conditioning inside the car felt nice as they took to the road. Walt looked out the window and enjoyed the pastoral scenery that flew by, trying not to think about leaving his beloved brother behind, or what he would tell their dad. Suddenly, the man put his hand on Walt’s leg.

“How about you suck my dick while I drive?” the man suggested, his pants already unzipped with a thick, hairy cock reaching towards the steering wheel. Resigned to the situation, Walt unlatched his seatbelt and leaned over to take the man’s hard cock down his throat.

“Fuuuck,” the man sighed, adjusting the wheel to accommodate Walt’s bobbing head. “I’m sure glad I picked you up, boy. Hope you like to swallow. I’ve got about five days of cum backed up in these balls for you.”