Gay Fantasies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's unfortunate for me then that my brother, on his way out the door on his first match on his college football team, decided to fart in my face. He went on to score 3 goals, easily winning the game for his team.

I tried to convince him it was the underwear he'd put on. Or perhaps the breakfast he'd had. Or a song he'd listened to that morning. But he was adamant it was farting in my face.

Now on the way out the door before every game he straddles my face. Readies up all the gas he can muster as my nose presses against his hole, and releases a fart. To the cheering of our parents as they wish him luck.

To make it worse for me he had wanted to cover all the bases so took on board my suggestions. He is still wearing the same pair of unwashed boxers he wore that day, the stale smell of sweat and shit wafts through his shorts and up my nose as he holds me in place. And he makes sure to have the same fry up; which means I get the fart brewed by greasy meat and baked beans each time.

“I finished mowing the lawn,” I called from the hall. “Do you want me to—”

And then I froze, entering his bedroom and finding Mr. Sampson waiting expectantly upon the bed for me, his manly, hairy body begging for me to submit to him. The lurid thought was both thrilling and scary at the same time.

“Wh—where’s Mrs. Sampson?” I stuttered, my eyes locked on the silver forest upon his chest, wanting to bury my face in it.

“Edna is out shopping,” he answered, undoing the belt on his robe, the enormity of his cock coming into view—a massive oak, veiny and thick, crowned by a fat head. “It’s just you and me—we’re all alone.”

Edna and Clark Sampson had always been like grandparents to me. Living next door to us, Edna would watch me after school until my parents got home from work. Although she and Clark were childless, Edna was loving and doting—exhibiting a natural maternal instinct. Her husband Clark, on the other hand, simply tolerated me.

Manly and gruff, Clark was often in his wood shop out back, woodworking and tinkering with things while smoking the cigars that Edna detested. He showed zero interest in me—until I reached puberty.

Edna would always put out healthy after school snacks for me—apple slices or celery sticks. Clark started slipping cookies or slices of cake to me when she wasn’t looking. “Our little secret,” he would whisper in my ear, whiskey on his breath, his silver beard grazing my cheek.

By the time I was fourteen, my parents didn’t make me go over to the Sampsons’ house after school anymore, but I still often stopped by to visit and chat with Edna. Her smiling face always made me feel better after a rough day of school—especially when guys called me faggot, or drew grotesque cocks on my locker.

Clark started offering me little jobs around the house for cash—mowing the lawn, cleaning the gutters, or painting the fence. He always found some reason to keep me there. When I was sixteen, he revealed to me his collection of aged whiskeys in the wood shop. I could help myself at any time, he told me. “Our little secret,” he whispered once more.

But things really changed when I turned eighteen. Clark was suddenly overly attentive, patting me on the back or mussing my hair. While weeding their garden one afternoon, he snuck up behind me and massaged my shoulders, his meaty hands working down my back and then lingering at the top of my ass.

Clark started giving me gifts when Edna wasn’t around—old watches and things that I couldn’t really use, but that had belonged to him. One day he gave me an old Naval Academy t-shirt from his time there. Clark insisted that I try it on in front of him, his eyes glued to my scrawny, hairless chest as I donned his shirt, my skinny body swimming in it.

I wasn’t an idiot—I could see what was happening. The old pervert wanted to fuck me and, honestly, I was game. Sure, he was like a grandpa to me, but I had been attracted to him for a long time. This hairy, muscled man oozed testosterone. He smoked cigars and downed whiskey like it was water. In a bar fight, my money would be on him. And from what I could tell, the old dude was seriously packing between the legs, his ample bulge always on full display.

When it came to getting fucked, I didn’t have a lot of other options in our small town. There was only one other gay boy in my high school, and he drove a pink VW bug and painted his nails in rainbow colors. He was a nice kid, but I wasn’t into him. I wanted to be fucked by a real man—a man like Clark Sampson.

And so I knew what I had to do when Clark summoned me to his bedroom, sitting upon the bed he shared with Edna, his robe opened to reveal the hairy, muscular body and massive cock that I had dreamt of riding since my first wet dreams. Sure, I was excited and a little bit scared, but I had no qualms. Dropping to my knees, a supplicant before Clark and his awe-inspiring cock, I opened my mouth and took that thick, veiny oak down my throat.

“Fuuuck,” Clark exhaled, his hand upon the back of my head. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Ravenously, I sucked him, the silver forest of his dense pubes buried in my face. His precum was prolific, coating my tongue, tasting of whiskey and tobacco. I aimed to suck him dry that first time, eager to feel his thick cock exploding in my mouth, his seed filling my hungry belly. But Clark had other plans.

“That’ll do,” he stopped me abruptly, pushing my face off his dick, saliva stringing from the tip of his cock to my lips. “Time for you to give up that ass to me.”

I pulled off my clothes as he rummaged inside his bed table with Edna’s wedding portrait upon it. She stared back at us through a gauzy bridal veil, unaware that her dashing groom was about to fuck a scrawny, barely legal boy in their marriage bed.

“Here it is,” Clark proclaimed, producing a small tub of Vaseline. With one hand, he greased up his big cock, working it in and out of his meaty fist—a preview of what was about to happen to my virgin ass. Christ, he was hung like fuck. Getting that huge cock up my ass seemed nearly impossible, but I was up for the challenge.

“On your stomach, ass up,” he commanded as he climbed on the bed, his weight suddenly upon me. I could feel the rounded tip of his cock sliding against my puckered hole, feeling for passage.

“It’s my first time,” I pleaded softly, my timid face turning back towards him. “Please be gentle.”

He wasn’t gentle.

My hole was ripped in two as Clark plunged into me, a flash of pain coursing through my body. “FUCK,” I screamed, my body writhing uncontrollably beneath him.

“Hold still,” he barked, his muscular arms pushing my hands above my head, his massive weight pinning me to the mattress. “The pain will pass—just give it a minute.”

Ruthlessly, he proceeded to shove that baseball bat between his legs in and out of me, grunting with each thrust. And though it felt like my guts had been permanently rearranged, he was right about the pain—it had passed.

“Mmm, yeah,” I moaned. “Fuck me with that big dick.”

“You like this big dick up your ass, boy?” he taunted, his bull balls smacking my ass with each thrust. “You like this big cock in your pretty, pink cunt?”

“YES,” I cried, gripping the sheets, holding on for dear life as Clark destroyed my virgin hole.

Over and over, his hairy body rubbed against mine, his massive cock routing my depths. My brain turned to jello, my body submitting to him fully. In that moment, my existence was solely for his pleasure, my body an object for his use, my hole a mere chamber in which to deposit his seed. My mind wandered, floating above my body, watching in detachment as this hulk of a man owned my ass.

“You ready for it?” he growled, snapping me back to reality, the bed springs straining against his assault, my head banging against the headboard. “You want my cum?”

“YES,” I begged. “Fucking seed me.”

With Clark’s sweaty body pressed against me, I could feel a low growl building from deep within him, crescendoing with a loud grunt as his big cock erupted inside me, throbbing with each glorious spurt as his warm load filled my cavernous void.

“That’s it, boy,” he kissed my neck, his balls still emptying inside me. “Take my seed.”

Clark pulled out of me with another grunt, my wrecked hole leaking his warm load, his pearly seed streaming down the back of my ballsack and pooling onto the bedsheet. He rolled off me, his wet cock smearing cum across the back of my thigh.

“I’m gonna shower,” he announced, rising off the bed, his spent cock swinging between his legs. “Do me a favor and put these sheets in the wash before Edna comes home.”

Stripping the bed, I collected the sweaty, cum-soaked sheets in my arms and raced downstairs to the laundry room. I was still naked, Clark’s sticky load squished between my ass cheeks. Stepping through the kitchen, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw her.

“Did you two have fun up there?” Edna asked rhetorically, seated upright at the kitchen table with her handbag in her lap, her lips pursued.

“I—I didn’t—” I began to stammer.

“Shut your mouth, young man,” she snapped. “You’re not the first slutty boy he’s lured to our bed—nor will you be the last.”

“Please—please don’t tell my parents,” I pleaded. “They don’t know that I’m—”

“I’m not telling anyone about this,” her palm raised to silence me. “But I think that after all the things I’ve done for you over the years, all the kindnesses I’ve shown you, you owe me one request.”

“A request?” I gulped.

“I’ve spent nearly forty years lying on my back for that man,” Edna’s eyes looked up towards the bedroom. “Night after night, staring up at the ceiling, my legs spread wide as he pounded me like a drunken sailor on shore leave with a two-dollar whore. I’m done. He’s all yours now.”

And so I began a new arrangement with the Sampsons next door. Ass up on their bed every afternoon, I gave up my eager hole to Clark—often while Edna was at home doing her needlepoint in the parlor or baking a pie in the kitchen, relieved to be absolved of Clark and his massive cock.

After Clark pumped his thick load into me, my hole wrecked once more, I would often come downstairs to find a plate of Edna’s chocolate chip cookies waiting for me—a thank you for being Clark’s personal cum dump.

Well that figures. The man hasn't been on time in all my years but today he's thirty minutes early. I grabbed a few more things and made my way through check out. I stopped at Mickey D's and picked coffees for all three of us and headed home.

I found dad's pick up parked in our drive so I parked beside it on the grass and started carrying the groceries in. As I set the stuff down, I saw dad sitting in front of the dishwasher looking at the buttons while Esteban was kneeling beside him over a bag of tools. The funny thing was his head seemed to be in dad's lap as he was fidgeting with the bag.

I said hello and thanked dad for coming over and then I went back out to my car to bring in the last two bags and the tray of coffee. As I returned I heard dad grunting and there was no mistaking the activity I was seeing in his lap. Esteban was giving my old man head. I set the last load down and asked what was going on.

Dad looked up and remarked that I couldnt be that dumb. Your fine ass man is sucking my cock, boy. When I started on this POS dishwasher he came over to assist me. I asked him to hand me a tool and he just smiled and reached into lap. Well, I ain't no dummy! I told him that he needs to pull it out and make sure its the right one.

He just smiled and unzipped me before pulling out my thick cock. He ran his his nose up the length of it and moaned. I told him it tastes even better than it smells. His wide eyes stared at me as he engulfed it all the way down to my pubes. I forgot about the dishwasher as he began giving my unit a thorough spit shine. Hes been licking and sucking on my cock and balls since then. I've had to really concentrate so as to not unload too fast. I'm really enjoying your bitch's mouth.

Then you had to come barging in here, once again trying to ruin your old man's good time. But since you know your man's a complete slut and he obviously prefers the original model to some sorry knock off, why dont you just sit your ass down and let me get back to enjoying my Saturday morning?

Stunned i look at dad then down to Esteban who was still sucking on his mighty alpha beef stick and did what I could. I sat down. Dad looked at me and said "good boy" and then reached down and ran his calloused hands across Esteban's head and said "really good boy".

He leaned back in his chair and proceeded to bounce my husband's head in his lap like a basketball. He started to get close and began thrusting up with his hips as my man took him deep into his mouth. I could see dad gritting his teeth as got closer and finally went for broke as his hands formed a vise like grip on Esteban's head as he thrust hard into his suctioning mouth. I could hear the chair creaking as dad moaned that he was fucking coming. As his legs locked straight out, his hands held him tight into his lap while he shot his spunk into my man's mouth.

The kitchen was filled with dad's growls and cursing while he shook as he unloaded a hefty load of cum into Esteban's mouth. I could see my baby tearing up as he tried to accommodate my dad's thickness in his stuffed mouth while swallowing the volleys of cum to keep from spewing them onto the floor. Once they finished, dad released Esteban and he sat up and nuzzled dad's furry chest, like he does with me.

Seeing him blow another guy wasn't too tough, but the tender act of nuzzling afterwards affected me like hot irons pressed against my soul. Dad sat there stroking Esteban's head and praised the blow job he just received. My husband leaned up further and began kissing my dad as they cuddled in the corner in front of the dishwasher.

As I watched, dad and Esteban began kissing with great passion. At first pecks but this quickly led to open mouths until finally I could see tongues invading each other's mouth while they had a competition to capture the others mouth for their own. At one point dad pulled away and told Esteban that he could taste himself on his tongue.

My husband grinned and said that he tasted better than any other cum he had swallowed. I hope I get to repeat this, daddy!

Dad just smiled and said that he intended to give him as much as he could handle. You've had the others now you get the best. He then gave me a side eye glance as he continued to swap spit with my man. After a few minutes of the cuddling, dad looked Esteban in the eyes and told him he had a choice. We can fix this dishwasher that your husband called me to come fix, or, we can go see how much noise we can make on that mattress I helped carry up here two years ago. What do you think we should do?

Esteban hugged dad's furry chest as he buried his face into his neck. I saw him kiss dad and then run his tongue up his neck and onto the earlobe before saying that I could just fucking wash the dishes by hand. Then he stood and grabbed my dad's beefy hand and pulled him up into another kiss as he cuddled into my dad's fierce looking frame.

"Good choice. I couldnt have said it better myself" Dad then scooped up Esteban in front of me and carried him into the living room as he headed to our bedroom. I arose to try to stop things but was stopped instead as the bedroom door slammed shut in my face.

Seconds later I heard the bed creak as they settled and began making out some more. Shortly afterwards the bedroom door flew open and my completely naked dad stood before me with a raging boner. He simply asked where my lube was with a grin on his face. I looked behind him on the bed and saw Esteban on his knees with his ass pointing up and wiggling with his very wet hole reflecting the sunlight.

I said that it's in my bedside stand and dad said that was all as he placed his hand on my chest and directed me to step back as he closed the door. Minutes later I heard my baby moan louder than I've ever heard him before. As the groaning increased, I pictured dad busting his ass wide open with his meaty cock and in spite of myself, I got rock hard.

The groans quit for a minute before a steady moaning began again. It was loud at first then softened into an urgent cry for more as my husband got his ass broken in by my dad. I heard dad tell him that he was doing great, then fucking great, then he told him to fucking take his cock you slut! The strength of the fuck increased as evidenced by the loud creaking of the bed springs which finally became the banging of the bed frame on the far wall.

Esteban was hollering for dad to fuck his hole like the slut he was and I heard dad growling in conquest. As three loud thumps from the bed as it banged on the floor, there was a loud roar that came out of the bedroom then quiet murmurs. As things settled down there was a quiet pall that fell over the house and I had visions of the two of them having fallen through the floor.

“Come in,” my Dad’s best friend called out before I opened the guest room door.

“Hey, Dad wanted me to make sure you were up,” I said.

“Yeah, I’m up, Jordan,” his groggy voice said as he looked over at me.

I had purposely worn only a towel to show off my 21-year-old body that I’ve been sculpting with the help of my fraternity brothers at college. Home for my last few days of summer break before I headed back to my senior year, Dad had invited Brandon to come spend the weekend with us. Mom and Dad divorced last year and Dad has been hitting the gym hard as he navigated being single for the first time since they had me when they were 20.

“You’ve grown up,” Brandon said as he checked out my body.

“Yeah,” I laughed nervously. “Trying to get more like you.”

Brandon stood showing off his naked butt as he stretched and then turned toward me. My eyes locked on his huge cock and low-hanging balls.

“Dawson in the living room?” he said pulling his hair up into a bun quickly with a rubber band around his wrist.

“No, Dad went to run errands,” I replied. “Said he’d be gone about two hours and then we could go get lunch and beers.”

Brandon scratched his chest and stood looking at me as he tried to wake up. My eyes wandered down to his thick growing cock. He watched me watch him for a minute before he looked down at his dick.

“I’m always horny in the morning,” he said raising his eyes up at me and then looking back down and giving his balls a squeeze.

“Me too,” I blurted out with a tent in my towel.

We stood looking at each other for a minute.

“You want to Jack each other off?” He asked like it was a totally normal question.

I pulled off my towel without answering and walked to my Dad’s best friend as I held my hard shaft. I let go of my cock and reached for his. Brandon threw his head back as I stroked him. His hand eventually returned the favor and lightly moved back and forth over my penis.

“Want to get on the bed?” He asked.

“Let’s go to Dad’s room — he has lube,” I said letting go of his cock and walking toward the door.

Brandon followed and stood at the end of Dad’s king-sized bed as I retrieved the KY. I turned back to see him standing with Dad’s briefs at his nose from the pile of dirty clothes Dad had worn to bed.

“He always smells so fucking good,” Brandon said pulling the briefs from his nose and mouth and putting them up to mine as I got to him.

“Fuck,” I said taking in his smell.

“You and your Dad ever jerk each other off?” Brandon asked putting the briefs back up to his nose.

“No,” I responded defensively as I watched him.

“Too bad,” Brandon said. “He’s good around a cock.”

My eyes got big at the revelation that Dad fucks around with guys. I watched as Brandon got on Dad’s bed on all fours, arched his back and laid his head on the mattress.

“Rim my hole,” Brandon said calmly and assertively.

I stood looking at his beautiful butt before my hands pulled his ass cheeks apart. His pink pucker was the best thing I’d ever seen in my life. I leaned forward and ran my tongue over his tasty hole. Brandon moaned as I ate his ass and savored his scent of soap and sweat.

“You’ve done this before,” he said knowingly before moaning again.

I couldn’t believe I was eating the ass of my Dad’s best friend on my Dad’s bed. My cock was rock hard and leaking as I serviced his hole. I was bent over feeding when I felt hands on my waist. Startled, I lifted off Brandon’s hole and turned to see my Dad looking down at me with a devious grin. I realized he was naked and quickly felt his hard cock against my hole.

“Dad,” I said as Brandon raised his head.

Brandon jumped up onto his knees and turned to look at Dad.

“Dawson, I …” Brandon said as Dad cut him off.

“Get back down so Jordan can keep eating that hole,” Dad said. “No more secrets. Let’s show him what we do.”

Brandon complied and got back into position as Dad guided my head back to his buddy’s delicious butt. Dad was quickly behind me as I felt his tongue on my hole. We were all moaning loudly as we ate butt in the hot room as we dripped sweat. After a while, Dad announced that he needed to fuck me.

“Brandon, get on your back and lift your legs so Jordan can drill your ass.”

Brandon did as he was told and I was soon inside him as Dad pushed his thick rod into my tight hole. I leaned forward and kissed Dad’s friend as I fucked back and forth between the two. Dad was dripping sweat all over me as I dripped all over Brandon. It was amazing sex as the three of us gave into temptation and enjoyed what we’ve all been craving.

Dad grunted loudly as he flooded my ass without warning. Having my Dad’s warm load filling my insides was too much for me as I exploded in Brandon’s guts. His hole hugged my dick as he now unleashed his jizz all over his chest and neck. The amount of cum excited me and I leaned down and began to lick up his load.

“Fuck yeah, son, eat his load,” Dad encourage as he pulled his spent cock out of my hole.

Dad came around the side of the bed and leaned down and made out with his friend as I kept cleaning him with my tongue. Dad pulled away from Brandon and pulled me into a kiss transferring his best friend’s load into Dad’s hot mouth. Kissing my Dad was a dream come true and gave me an immediate boner again. Dad noticed and stopped kissing me and got on all fours on his bed.

“You sure you want to do this, son?”

“Yes Dad, very much.”

“Even though I haven’t showered? You know what that means right?”

“Yes Dad.”

“And you promise neither of us tells anyone?”

“Yes Dad. I promise.”

“And it can only be this one time. Never again. I want to help you explore your desires but this has to be just once.”

“Yes Dad. Just once.”

“Ok son. I’m gonna sit down now. What are you gonna do for your dad?”

“I’m gonna clean your ass, Dad.”

“That’s my boy. I love you, son.”