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As her older brother, I'd eventually grown tired of him treating her like crap in general, so I'd gone over to his shithole of an apartment to have it out with him and try and force him to leave my sister alone. He laughed in my face and told me that the last thing he was going to do was take dating advice from his girlfriend's fag snob of an older brother, as, according to him, I knew nothing about pleasing a woman, as all my dating history was doubtless just mindless chocking down any cock I could get my mouth around.

I'd respond by angrily telling him that I was actually in a long-term loving relationship with my now fiancé and that it was offensive for him to say that I'd so readily cheat on him for a random guy's cock. My sister's boyfriend had grinned at that remark and said he'd prove it. He'd then rapidly undressed until, before I knew it, my sister's boyfriend was sitting in his chair before me totally nude. He'd then pointed at his rapidly inflating cock and told me to get sucking on it like the desperate cocksucker I was.

I'm ashamed to say how quickly I betrayed my fiancé and my sister by impaling my throat around his cock, but the sight of his twitching cock and the musky smell coming from it were too much to resist. I took his cock balls deep down my throat and then let him fuck me until he blasted his load into my stomach just in time for my sister to walk in on us.

She, of course, was only upset at me for tempting her boyfriend away from her and not him for cheating on her again, but she couldn't force our parents to cut me out of their lives, so I still saw her and her boyfriend fairly often. I suck him off and let him fuck me whenever he lets me and my sister isn't cockblocking me.

He had a backed up load that he needed to dump, and he was going to use you and your mouth to get himself off. After he'd made it clear that you wouldn't be getting past him until you'd done what he'd asked and you'd still tried to object, he'd forced you to your knees and then rammed his hardening cock right into your still spluttering mouth. He'd quickly set a brutal pace of thrusting in and out of your throat, his hands holding your head in place as he did so.

It's then that another one of your coworkers stumbled across the two of you. The coworker fucking your face didn't falter in his thrusts for a second and simply told your other coworker through gritted teeth that he could have a go at fucking the cum dump's mouth as soon as he was done with it. Any objections you tried to voice around the cock pummeling your throat were lost as your coworker slammed himself fully down your throat as he filled it with his load.

I hadn’t been sure what to expect when I’d entered the break room on Monday morning, but it sure hadn’t been my coworker George sitting in one of the break room’s chairs, frowning at his phone while his cock was sticking out of his shorts. He didn’t seem to notice me at first, leaving me plenty of time to stare dumbly at his bare exposed cock.

Finally, he noticed me and said. “Ah, mate, just read that you’re a fucking loud and proud fairy. Cheers for letting us know; the fucking missus is being a bitch and isn’t putting out at the moment, so I really need to get my balls drained. Help yourself to it; I know you must be desperate for some real man’s spunk after waiting all weekend to have a taste. Everyone in the work group chat that you’re not in has certainly been looking forward to it, me included. Don’t worry about waiting for the others; I’ll be texting them while you’re sucking me off, and by the time you’re finished, there’ll be a whole line waiting to use you.”

The house was a money pit. Sure, it had a great location, just a short walk from the university where my husband Reed was a young professor. But it needed more repairs than we could afford. So we were overjoyed when my husband’s Uncle Max, an adept handyman, offered to come stay with us for a few weeks to help. The best part was that Max wouldn’t charge us a cent for his labor, we only had to cover the cost of materials. 

“I don’t seem to remember your Uncle Max,” I confessed to Reed when he told me about the deal. “Was he even at our wedding?”

“Yeah, babe,” Reed answered. “But, knowing Max, he was probably outside smoking a cigar the whole time. Ever since my Aunt Rita left him, Max sort of likes to be alone.”

Though Max and my husband’s dad were brothers, Max looked nothing like the rest of my husband’s family. He was bearded and beefy, covered in dense fur from top to bottom. A man’s man, he spoke in a deep, gravely voice—probably thanks to the cigars. When we served him quiche and a salad paired with a nice pinot grigio for dinner the first night he arrived, Max went out later and returned with a greasy bag of burgers and fries along with a case of beer.

I worked from home and was around Max most of the day, though I tried to stay out of his hair while he worked on the house. On the third day of his stay, while Max was ripping out drywall to repair some wiring in a bathroom, I invited him to eat lunch with me, wanting to get to know him a little better while my husband was at work. 

“This is really good,” he complimented, holding up half of an egg salad sandwich that I had prepared for our lunch, crumbs collecting in his salt-and-pepper beard. He was shirtless and slightly sweaty from working, but I wasn’t going to complain. “You’re good in the kitchen.”

“Thanks,” I blushed, flattered.

“So—you’re like the girl in this situation?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Huh—?”

“You know—you take my nephew’s dick up your ass?”

“Jesus,” I coughed, floored by his question. “Uh—yeah—I’m what’s called the bottom in our relationship. Well, honestly, I’m more versatile, which means I like both topping and bottoming. But because Reed is strictly a top, I tend to only—”

“You talk a lot,” he observed, cutting me off.

“Yeah,” I acknowledged. “I guess I’m nervous because I want you to like me, since you’re my husband’s uncle and you’re helping us out so much.”

“Don’t worry,” he winked. “I like you.”

There was a brief lull in the conversation as we finished our sandwiches in silence. But Max’s wheels were still turning. 

“So—does it hurt?” he asked out of the blue.

“Does what hurt?”

“You know—taking a dick up your ass. Does it hurt?”

“Uh—no,” I answered awkwardly, in disbelief that I was discussing gay sex with my husband’s straight uncle, whom I barely knew. “Taking cock feels really good.”

“What the biggest dick you’ve had?” he wanted to know.

“Uh, I don’t know if—” I tried to demur.

“Come on—tell me,” he persisted. “I bet you’ve had bigger than my nephew. Reed doesn’t seem like a guy who’d have a big one.”

“No, he’s not hung,” I laughed openly. “I mean, Reed has what is known as a husband cock, and it more than gets the job done. But I used to date this one Dominican guy, and he had a huge dick—a fat pinga, as he called it.”

“So you like a fat one?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “I mean, a lot of guys get hung up on length—eight inches, nine inches—but for me, a really thick cock is what feels best in my hole, no matter what the length.”

And then it happened. 

“You mean something like this?” Max stood up and pulled down his shorts. A big, thick, beer can cock was flopped against his hairy thigh, resting atop a set of bull balls. “You think you might want to take this big dick up your ass?”

Time stood still in that moment. I was instantly transported back to that summer after I graduated high school, when my burly stepdad offered up his big cock to me and then started passing me around to his motorcycle buddies. Flat on my back next to a Harley in some guy’s musty garage, my legs spread wide, beards and tattooed bodies heaving over me, furry bellies rubbing against my hole, load after load grunted into me. It was some of the best sex I’d ever had.

“I said—do you want this big dick, boy?” Max repeated, pulling me back to reality.

“Fuck yes,” I blurted out. “I want you to wreck my hole with that big thing.”

“Alright,” Max winked. “Why don’t you bend over this table here?”

“No,” I refused. “I want you to fuck me in my bed.”

“The one you share with my nephew?” Max laughed. “You dirty slut.”

Max followed me upstairs, yanking off his shorts as I disrobed and quickly prepped my hole with some lube. Reclining on the bed, I opened my legs for him, presenting my pink, puckered hole for his use and pleasure. 

“Look at that pretty cunt,” Max marveled as he climbed between my legs. His cock was rock hard and already dripping precum. 

“You want me to suck you some first?” I offered.

“Nah,” he declined. “I just want to get inside you.” He wasn’t kidding, instantly ramming his cock into my hole with one, violent thrust.

“FUUUUCK,” I screamed, my hole split in two as he went balls deep in me. His meaty hands pushed my thighs apart, his furry belly rubbing up against my cock. Though I loved a big cock, I’d never had one as thick as this one, my sphincter straining to accommodate him. 

“Damn, you’re tight,” Max exclaimed, looking down at his cock buried in me, his furry balls pressed against my hole. “I’m warning you—I ain’t gonna last long in this tight cunt.”

“You just enjoy it for as long as you can,” I replied, reaching up to stroke his hairy chest, my fingers teasing his nips. My hole had began to adjust to him, and I was feeling good. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Fuck me with that big dick.”

Max pushed my knees up to my chest, and then propped my feet against his hairy pecs. Jesus, the angle was incredible, his thick cock sliding deep inside me, routing my depths. He began to jackhammer me hard, his furry belly pounding against my cock and balls. 

“You like this big dick?” he asked, pummeling me over and over, those bull balls smacking audibly against my hole. “You like this big dick in you tight cunt?”

“Yes,” I exhaled, my eyes rolling back into my head. “Your big cock feels so fucking good inside me.”

My hands moved to his hairy thighs, bracing myself as he continued his assault on my cunt. He was wrecking my hole, brutally destroying it. And I was loving every minute. But all good things must come to an end.

“You want my cum?” Max demanded urgently, his breathing intensifying, his cock swelling inside me, stretching my sphincter even more. “You want me to dump this hot load in you?”

“Breed my fucking hole,” I begged, my legs still pressed against his hairy chest, his furry belly heaving with exertion. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“FUCK,” Max growled like a bear, his cock pulsing inside me, releasing his seed. A warmth emanated from deep in my bowels as Max continued to grunt over and over, expelling his load into my depths. I reached up and stroked his furry chest again, my fingers running through that dense, silver forest as his balls went empty inside me.

“Christ, that was good,” Max bellowed, pulling out of me, his pearly load streaming from my wrecked cunt as he wiped his sweaty brow with the back of his hand. “I better get back to work. That bad wiring ain’t gonna fix itself.”

The next morning, after my husband had fucked a load into me and then left for work, Max appeared in my bathroom as I showered. Pulling off his clothes, he joined me, fucking my sloppy hole up against the tile wall until he deposited my second load of the morning. 

Max fucked me often after that, usually two or three times a day—whenever Reed was at work, or at the gym, or running an errand. His stamina was incredible, his thirst for sex unquenchable. Max loved my tight cunt, and I couldn’t get enough of his big, hairy cock. 

Max was supposed to stay with us for only two weeks, but it quickly turned into two months. He kept finding things that needed to be fixed, repairs to be made—all while fucking my ass like he owned it. Reed joked that his Uncle Max might never leave and could end up living with us for good. My greedy hole had no problem with that.

“Are you fucking crazy?” I objected. “Mom could catch us.”

“I’d rather you pounded me with that hammer between your legs,” I answered directly, my eyes on his bulge.

It was shaping up to be the worst New Year’s ever. My boyfriend Chad and I had broken up during exam week when I caught him fucking a drunk frat boy he had picked up at a party. Chad’s name was on our lease, so I’d have to find a new place to live before the start of the new semester. Instead, I packed up my shit and went home to be with my mom and my stepdad Earl for the holidays.

At first, it was nice being home with Mom and Earl. But by Christmas I was getting tired of being with them. I really needed to score some dick to help me get over the breakup with Chad. But that wasn’t going to happen in our sleepy, little town. The only other guy I found on Grindr was the creepy queen who cuts my mom’s hair at the beauty parlor in town.

I also wanted desperately to do something fun for New Year’s Eve, but all my old friends from high school had their own plans, which didn’t include me. They were all straight and coupled and didn’t need a lonely gay dude globbing on to them like a third wheel.

“You’re welcome to stay home with your stepdad and me,” my mom offered, seeing that I had no other options for New Year’s Eve. “I’m gonna make up some spinach dip and those little sausage thingies that you loved as a kid. We’ll have champagne and watch TV until the ball drops.”

Spending New Year’s Eve with Mom and Earl wasn’t glamorous, but it was better than sitting alone in my bedroom all night. The evening started off fine, with funny stories of our past: the time Earl burned off his eyebrows launching illegal fireworks on the 4th of July; the time Mom knocked over a 10-foot display of paper towels with her shopping cart at the Winn-Dixie; and the time I pulled down my pants and mooned the entire congregation at First Baptist because I didn’t want to sing with my Sunday school class.

At around 11 pm, while Earl switched the TV back and forth between live coverage of Times Square and a re-airing of the Cotton Bowl game, Mom announced that she had a headache and couldn’t stay up for the ball drop.

“Guess I won’t be getting laid tonight,” Earl muttered under his breath as Mom climbed the stairs to go to bed. “It’s good luck to dip your stick at midnight, you know.”

“No,” I laughed. “It’s good luck to kiss.”

“You can have your New Year’s superstitions, and I can have mine,” he scowled.

“Well, if it’s any consolation,” I sympathized, “I’m not getting laid tonight either.”

“Yeah—uh—I’m sorry about you and Chad,” Earl offered awkwardly. “Your mama told me you two broke up. You two boys seemed made for each other. What happened?”

“I walked in on him with his dick up some drunk frat boy’s ass,” I reported flatly.

“Man, that sucks,” Earl sighed. “Is he hung?”

“The frat boy?”

“No—Chad. Does he have a big dick?” Earl inquired, his hands spread wide for emphasis. “He always looked to be packing.”

“Uh, yeah. Chad’s got a big one,” I admitted, a bit taken aback by the turn in conversation. “But he’s not as big as you.”

“Me?!”

“Yeah, you,” I laughed. “I know you’re hung like fuck, Earl.”

“But—how would—?”

“You’ve been with my mom almost my whole life,” I interrupted. “Do you really think I’ve never stolen a glance at your big cock when you’re getting out of the shower, or all those summers when you skinny dipped at the lake? It’s hard to miss that big piece of meat swinging between your legs.”

I suddenly wished I hadn’t said it. Some straight guys get offended or feel threatened when ogled by a gay dude, and I honestly didn’t know if Earl would be one of them.

I assumed Earl knew I was attracted to him. The muscles. The tattoos. The scruffy beard. His manly swagger. How many nights had I rubbed my dick raw in bed, fantasizing that Earl would barge in, push my legs over my head, and pound his nut into me? Was it possible Earl had sensed my desire for him? If so, he never revealed any suspicions.

Standing up abruptly, Earl announced that we should move our “party” down to the basement TV, to avoid waking my mom. Foregoing the bottle of champagne Mom had placed in a bucket of ice, Earl reached into the liquor cabinet for a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. “Nothing better than ringing in the new year with some whiskey,” he winked as he led me down to the basement.

“Have a swig,” he offered me the bottle as we settled into the basement couch, the live coverage of Times Square on the small basement TV. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell your mama.”

“I’m—I’m not so big on the hard stuff,” I tried to decline.

“Come on,” Earl insisted, the bottle in my face. “Whiskey will put some hair on your chest.”

Not wanting to disappoint Earl, I took the bottle and downed a swig of the amber liquid. It burned my throat, but immediately produced a warming feeling in my belly, a cozy fire on a winter night.

“Have some more,” Earl prompted, but I declined. With my mom removed from the equation, the evening had taken a strange turn, and anything seemed possible. I needed to keep my wits.

“Suit yourself,” Earl acquiesced, taking back the bottle and downing another swig as he settled down next to me on the couch.

“You miss taking Chad’s dick?” Earl asked suddenly, some boy band I’d never heard of gyrating on the TV screen.

“Umm—yeah, I do,” I admitted. Was this conversation actually happening? Earl and I had never discussed sex. “Chad’s a shithead, but I miss his big cock.”

“I miss your mom’s pussy,” Earl shared with another swig of whiskey. “Menopause dried her up. We tried different lubes, but they all made her itch down there. So now she rarely wants to spread her legs for me.”

Christ, it was too much information, but Earl was on a roll. While continuing to drain the bottle of Jack, Earl opened up for the first time ever and told me about the girl who stole his virginity—a next door neighbor who let him and his buddy tag her pussy for hours. He then told me about the girlfriend he once knocked up, and how relieved he was when she miscarried. And then there was the preacher’s wife who rode his cock in a coat closet during a church retreat, and how he also fucked the preacher’s daughter not long after. According to Earl, he’d fucked at least two hundred bitches before he finally settled down and married my mom.

“It’s this big dick,” he cursed his member, staring down at his crotch. “It always gets me in trouble. It’s got a mind of its own.”

And then Earl wanted to know all about me and my own escapades. So I told him about all the straight guys I used to suck off every day under the bleachers because their girlfriends didn’t like to give head. I also told him about the inked trucker who popped my cherry in his sleeper cab at that truck stop on highway 90. And then I regaled Earl with an account of all the frat parties in which I took cock after cock, load after load, on a cum-stained basement couch before I started seeing Chad.

“Damn,” Earl laughed, “I think it’s possible that you’re an even bigger male whore than me.”

But before I could argue that point, Earl announced that he had to take a piss. Leaving the door to the basement bathroom wide open, he gave me a rather enjoyable side view of his big dick as he released his golden stream into the toilet, pissing like a racehorse.

“Hey—the ball is about to drop,” I called out to Earl as the toilet flushed. The New Year’s revelers in Times Square had begun the official countdown on TV.

“Ten—nine—eight,” Earl and I joined them in unison, his fly still unzipped, his big cock exposed to me, as we stood in front of the TV. “Seven—six—five,” he smiled at me, his devoted son, even if not by blood. “Four—three—two—one.”

“Happy New Year!” I shouted as the revelers in Times Square went wild, kissing and hugging each other to the sound of Sinatra crooning from a distant era on giant loudspeakers.

“Happy New Year,” my stepdad returned in a seductive whisper, as the clock struck midnight, his lips locking with mine. The taste of whiskey was on his tongue, his beard scratching my chin, my hand reaching for his big dick as he pushed me forcefully against the basement wall.

It all happened so fast after that. His hard cock pressed against me, my pants yanked down to my ankles as Earl spun me around. My hole wasn’t prepped. There was nothing for lube in sight. With one hand on my shoulder, he spit on the tip of his cock and then impaled me.

“Fuck, you’ve got a tight cunt,” Earl hissed in my ear, whiskey on his breath, my hole split in two. “This what you wanted? This what you’ve always wanted? My big dick in you?”

“Yes,” I admitted breathlessly. “Fuck me with that big fuckin’ cock.”

My mind reeled. Was it really happening—my hung stepdad fucking me? A pang of guilt shot through me, my mom upstairs sleeping while unaware that her whore of a son was giving up his hole to her husband. Yet that realization wasn’t enough to stop me. I wanted Earl’s big dick, and it felt fucking amazing inside me.

I wish I could say that Earl fucked me for hours, pounding my ass tirelessly on every possible surface in the basement, in every position imaginable. But the truth is that, whether because his balls were backed up or that he was just so worked up by the reality of fucking his stepson, Earl shot his wad in less than two minutes.

“FUCK,” he grunted, releasing his warm seed in me, my face smashed against the basement wall. Earl withdrew almost as fast as he entered me, his pearly load dripping down my leg from my wrecked hole.

“I’m goin’ to bed,” he muttered, stuffing his spent cock back into his pants as he ambled up the stairs.

Alone in the basement, I turned off the TV, the Times Square revelers partying off their asses in the cold night air. Pulling up my pants, Earl’s wet load squished between my butt cheeks, I crashed on the couch and fell fast asleep.

“Happy New Year, baby,” my mom greeted me when I climbed upstairs to the kitchen late the next morning. Mom was sipping coffee while Earl ate a bowl of Wheaties at the breakfast table.

“I can’t believe you fell asleep on that old basement couch,” Mom giggled, pouring me a cup of coffee. “You and Earl must’ve had a wild night down there.”

Earl and I sat in silence at the breakfast table, his eyes avoiding mine. The tension was unbearable. Did he regret fucking me? Would he blame me for seducing him? Was he worried I’d rat him out to my mom? I needed to know that, in the light of the morning after, things were still okay between us. Finally, Mom excused herself upstairs to take a shower.

“You don’t have to worry,” I assured Earl quickly in a low whisper as soon as Mom was out of earshot. “I’m never gonna tell her that you fucked my ass.”

“It’s not that,” he replied his eyes washing over me wantonly. “I’m trying to figure out when I can get inside you again.”

Five minutes later, the sound of running water coursed through the house’s plumbing as Mom stepped into the shower. Hurriedly, not wasting a single moment, Earl bent me over the kitchen table, spit on my hole, and shoved his big dick up my ass.

“Happy New Year,” he growled in my ear as he pounded another warm load into me.

“I’m Billy—Billy Parker. I live down the street,” I introduced myself, trying not to stare at his large cock. 

“Yeah, I seen you around,” he nodded, taking a drag on his cigar. “Your sister is the one always strutting around in her cheerleading uniform, right? Dang, that bitch has got a big set of—”

“Yeah, that’s my sister Clara,“ I cut him off, not wanting to hear him talking about her huge breasts. “May I ask for your name, sir?”

“Sir?” he laughed in a puff of smoke. “That ain’t something I get called much. My name is Randy.”

“Nice to meet you, Randy,” I smiled. “I’m going around the neighborhood—”

“Look—you need to hurry up and get to the point, kid,” he barked in another puff of smoke. “I’m kinda busy at the moment,” he cocked his head toward the sound of porn emanating from within.  

“I’m selling popcorn for my scouting troop,” I began, holding out a catalog showcasing the available popcorn flavors and varieties. “And last year your wife—”

“Tammy ain’t my wife,” Randy cut me off. “We ain’t married. And she don’t live here no more. I kicked out that bitch a month ago.”

“Umm, okay,” I pivoted. “Well, last year, your—uh—former girlfriend bought five bags of popcorn from me. And I was hoping that this year—”

“Wait a minute,” he stopped me, eyeing me up and down. “Ain’t you a little old to be peddling popcorn for the scouts?”

“I just turned eighteen, sir,” I answered. “And I’m trying to sell five-hundred bags of popcorn so that I can attend the national jamboree. This year we’re offering classic butter flavor, and caramel, and chocolate drizzle, and—”

“Wait—you said you’re eighteen, right?” Randy asked, his eyes appraising my body. 

“Yeah,” I affirmed. 

“You wanna come inside?” he invited, his big, floppy cock giving a slight, involuntary jump at the thought.

“Uh—I’m not sure if I should—”

“Don’t be a pussy,” he grabbed me by the arm, tugging me inside as he closed the front door. “Now that Tammy is gone, I could use me some . . . company.”

Randy led me inside to his wood-paneled den, the floor littered with crumpled cans of beer and empty bottles of whiskey. “Come sit with me,” he motioned as he took his place on a couch opposite a large, wall-mounted TV. On the screen, a blonde bitch was riding a guy with a huge cock. 

“You like porn, Billy?” he asked, as I sat next to him on the couch, his big cock hanging between his legs. 

“Umm—I’ve never seen much porn,” I admitted. “My parents won’t let me. They still have parental restrictions on all my devices.”

“The fuck?” Randy gasped, taking another drag on his cigar before perching it on an ashtray in the middle of a low coffee table that was also stacked with bottles of booze. “When I was your age, my dad was letting me have his sloppy seconds with the bitches he dragged home from the bar every weekend.”

“You—you and your dad fucked the same ladies?”

“Those skanky whores weren’t ladies,” he laughed. “But yeah, Dad and I used to fuck the same bitches. I’ve never been all that picky about where I’ll stick my dick.”

His eyes were suddenly upon me again. He then reached for a bottle of Jack Daniel’s on the coffee table. Taking a swig, he passed the bottle to me. 

“No, thank you,” I declined. “I don’t think my parents would allow me to—”

“Jesus, Billy,” he groaned. “Don’t be such a fuckin’ buzz kill. You’re a man now, you can do whatever the fuck you want.”

His focus returned to the TV, the hung pornstar plugging the blonde bitch up the ass while she fingered her own cunt and squealed in delight. Randy licked his lips lasciviously, his eyes glued to the screen, but my eyes were glued on his big cock. Jesus, he was hung. He wasn’t fully hard yet, his dick hanging thick and full between his legs. I wanted to touch it, but I was too afraid to act. 

“You ever play around with any of your little buddies?” he asked, watching as the hung porn dude pulled out of the bitch’s gaping corn hole and sprayed his thick load all over her tits.

“I—uh—I once jacked with a scouting buddy on a camping trip,” I confessed. 

“Spoken like a true scout,” Randy laughed. “Good—then you know what to do,” he grabbed my hand and placed it on his thick cock. 

His dick grew exponentially at my touch, lengthening and swelling in my grip to at least nine inches. Unable to get my entire fist around his shaft, I proceeded to jack him up and down, his balls rising and falling in unison. 

“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, his hands propped behind his head. “Use both hands. That’s it—jack that big dick. Fuckin’ work it for me.”

Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined a cock as big and thick as his. Jacking him reminded me of when my scouting buddy pressed his cock up against mine and had me jack us both at the same time—only Randy’s big cock was thicker than my buddy’s and mine put together. 

“You gotta pretty mouth on you, boy,” Randy noted, his hands reaching for my face, his thick finger tracing my lips. “You ready to suck this big dick for me—take it down your throat?”

“Yes,” I nodded eagerly, because I did want to suck that big dick. I had wanted to suck my scouting buddy as well, but he wouldn’t let me, saying that jacking is cool between bros, but that sucking was gay. Whatever. “I want to taste your cock so bad,” I moaned, bending toward Randy’s crotch, his bulbous cock head inches from my lips.

“You’re gonna get more than a taste,” Randy laughed, shoving his big one down my throat. “Watch your teeth,” he admonished, his thick shaft stretching my jaw, his big cock head sliding past my tonsils. “That’s it, boy—relax your jaw. This big cock is a lot to take.”

He wasn’t kidding. I wanted to take my time exploring his big dick, trying out oral for the first time. But Randy had other plans. Taking control, his meaty hands at the back of my head as he sat on the couch and I leaned over him, Randy began to face fuck me violently. 

“Yeah, that’s it—open that throat for me,” he commanded, his big cock hammering my throat. I was red in the face. I couldn’t breathe. I had tears in my eyes. I felt like I wanted to puke. But I manned up and allowed Randy to use me. 

Over and over he battered my throat, pounding my esophagus like the pocket pussy that some scout brought to the last jamboree, passing it around to the other scouts, cum oozing from it by the end of the night. Randy’s balls slapped against my chin, ready to expel his seed, I assumed. I was wrong.

“Okay—you can stop now,” he suddenly extracted it from my throat. “You got it good and ready.”

“Ready? Ready for what?”

“Your ass,” he laughed sadistically. “Now drop them drawers and climb on this big dick, boy. I wanna cum up your ass while you ride me here on the couch.”

My virginity up until that point had felt like an unwanted scouting badge that I was cursed to wear forever. Did I know that I was gay? Yeah, that fact had been revealed to me long before puberty. But the mystery of how to explore my sexuality had eluded me. Now, suddenly, I had a ridiculously hung man wanting to fuck my ass. Dreams do come true.

“Don’t you have some lube?” I asked, kicking off my shoes and discarding my shorts on the floor as I began to climb on top of Randy, our faces inches apart. “I’m—I’m a virgin,” I admitted sheepishly.

“A virgin?” he exclaimed riotously, a blast of whiskey on his breath. “Must be my lucky day.”

“I’m afraid it’s gonna hurt,” I protested, straddling him. “But if we used some lube, then maybe—”

“You don’t need lube,” he scoffed, his rounded cock head inches from my puckered hole. “You got my dick plenty wet.”

And then grabbing me by the hips, Randy forced me down upon his cock, his big one breaching my sphincter, my virgin hole ripped in two. The fucker had lied. I did need lube.

“FUCK,” I screamed, my body seized with blinding pain, my untested sphincter locked around the base of his thick cock.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” he marveled, delivering a series of penetrating strokes inside me. “I forgot how tight dudes are.”

“You’ve—you’ve fucked other guys before?” I asked, gritting my teeth, trying to ride out the pain.

“Yeah,” he laughed with a deep dive into my bowels. “I ain’t picky about where I’ll stick my dick, I told you.”

It felt like a baseball bat had been shoved up my ass, or the muscular arm of a grown man. The pain was unreal, but as I began to move upon that big dick, taking it in and out of me, the pain started to subside. Emboldened, I proceeded to bounce up and down on that big dick like a little kid playing horsey, but that didn’t work for Randy. 

“No—like this,” he dug into my hips with his meaty paws and showed me the rhythm he preferred to get off. “And rock your pelvis a bit while you’re riding me—yeah, that’s it—fucking get into it.”

I was doing well, or so I thought, until Randy slid forward on the couch, giving himself more leverage. Instantly, his big cock became a piston within me, hammering rapidly in my guts as his muscular thighs got into the action. Fuck, it felt good.

“You like this big dick up your ass?” Randy demanded, his balls smacking my hole with each thrust. “You gonna let me shoot my load up your ass?”

“Yes,” I exhaled breathlessly. “Cum in me. Make me yours.”

“That’s what I like to hear from a bitch like you,” he slapped my ass with his meaty hands. “Now keep riding me,” he ordered. “Work that load out of me.”

Bearing down with all my weight, his balls mashed against my hole, I began to ride him hard. I imagined he was a bucking bronco as I gripped his shoulders and held on for dear life. We were working together, in synch as he pounded within me, my body meeting his with each thrust. 

I loved the fullness of his cock inside of me, the look of bliss upon his face. I had discovered my purpose in life—pleasing men, giving my body to them in any way they desired. And what Randy desired in that moment was to cum up my ass. 

“I’m about to bust,” he growled urgently. “Yeah, bitch—get ready for it—OH SHIT—OH FUCK—Take my fucking nut, bitch—FUCK—FUCK.”

The feeling of his orgasm from within me was mind-blowing. Every throb of his balls, every pulse of his big dick, reverberated through my bowels as his cock discharged his seed within me. I held on to him tightly as his load spewed into my virgin territory, forever changing me.

“Fuck, I needed that,” he pushed me off him as soon as his balls had finished their work. I fell to the floor, his pearly load gushing from my gaping hole. Randy stared down at me with a look of disgust as he reached for his cigar, gripping it between his teeth. 

“You can go now,” he dismissed me, his eyes returning to the porn on the screen, a new scene with three hung guys banging yet another blonde bitch.

I gathered my things, pulling up my shorts over my used ass, his thick load still dripping from my hole. On wobbly legs, I stood up and slid my feet into my shoes. Randy paid no attention to me, his focus on the TV. I felt used and discarded, yet grateful for his cock, his seed.

“You ready to place your order now?” I vied for his attention, holding out the popcorn catalog after finding it crumpled in one corner of the couch. “If you buy more than five bags, you can get a discount on—”

“I ain’t sure I want that popcorn, Billy,” he swatted the catalog away. “But if you come over again tonight, I’ll think about it while you ride my big cock again. And see if you can borrow your sister’s cheerleader uniform, you hear? I want you to wear it while we fuck. That kinda shit turns me on.”

Ever since we were kids, Jeb would come and stay with my family for two weeks every summer, sharing my bed. Though we were only cousins, we fought and competed like brothers.

I was insanely jealous of Jeb, who beat me at everything we ever tried—basketball, video games, mini-golf, poker—you name it. And it didn’t help when he arrived at thirteen looking like a grown man with a beard and a hairy chest, whereas I had barely sprouted a few dark curlies on my balls. Life wasn’t fair.

Despite Jeb’s hirsute superiority, we could talk about anything together. So it was no surprise that, during the summer we both turned eighteen, our favorite topic of conversation was sex—or, more specifically, how neither of us had managed to score pussy.

It came up late one night in my bedroom over a particularly long game of poker, Jeb peppering me with questions. He acted more experienced than me, but the truth was that both of us were late bloomers when it came to girls.

“This one bitch Sara from back home—she let me finger her pussy once,” Jeb bragged. “She got so fuckin’ wet.”

“Then why didn’t you fuck her?” I prompted, doubting that Sara was even real.

“She said my cock was too big,” Jeb boasted. “Said there was no fuckin’ way I could get in her.”

“Bullshit,” I spat. “I don’t believe you.”

“Dude—I’m serious,” Jeb held up his palm, like taking an oath. “I gotta big one. It’s fuckin’ huge. Guys in gym class always teased me, saying I’ve got a donkey dick.”

“Then lemme see it,” I dared. “Prove it.”

And then Jeb stood up. Pulling down his shorts, he unveiled the biggest dick I’d ever seen. It was thicker than my arm, had a prominent vein running down one side, and stretched nearly to his knees. Jeb had a donkey dick.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped. “It’s fuckin’ huge.”

“Told you,” Jeb laughed, gripping it in his fist and shaking it around like a fireman holding a firehose. “You can touch it, if you want.”

Tentatively, I reached out and grabbed it, my hand unable to wrap around the entirety of his massive girth. Jeb grew hard at my touch, his giant cock expanding and extending from his body like a third leg. Slowly, I began to jack him, mesmerized by the way his soft skin moved across his ample shaft.

“Can I put it in you?” Jeb asked boldly while I stroked him. “Fuck your ass—and then you can fuck mine?”

“Fuck no,” I spat, pulling my hand away. “I’m not gay.”

“Neither am I,” Jeb assured me hurriedly. “But don’t you want to at least try it? Aren’t you sick of being a virgin? A hole is a hole.”

“I dunno,” I hesitated. But Jeb was right—I was tired of being a virgin. Fucking each other wouldn’t make either of us gay. We would just be helping out each other—like scratching each other’s backs.

“Come on,” Jeb pleaded, a string of precum dangling from the tip of his bulbous cock head before free falling to the floor.

“Fine,” I acquiesced. “You can fuck my ass, if you promise to let me fuck yours.”

“I promise,” Jeb saluted mockingly, his right hand to his brow. “I fuck you and then you fuck me.”

Five minutes later I was on my bed, flat on my back, with my legs resting upon Jeb’s shoulders, his hairy chest in my face. My hole was greased with the only thing suitable we could find for lube—a tub of Crisco from the kitchen.

“FUCK,” I winced as Jeb pushed into me, my hole on fire. “You in all the way?”

“Dude. I’ve only got the tip in you,” he laughed sadistically. “Lemme just shove it up your ass—it’ll hurt less.”

It didn’t hurt less.

I nearly blacked out when Jeb pushed all the way inside me, his hairy balls pressed against my split hole. Gripping the bedsheet underneath me, I couldn’t believe how much his big dick hurt as Jeb proceeded to thrust randomly inside me, his cock experiencing the sheer bliss of raw sex for the first time.

“Dude, this feels fuckin’ amazing,” he exclaimed while staring down at me, his huge, donkey dick buried in my virgin hole, my skinny legs resting upon his shoulders. “It’s so warm and wet.”

To be honest, it wasn’t feeling so amazing for me. I wanted to tell Jeb to stop, to pull out. But I reminded myself that he had promised to let me fuck him next. And if I had to endure the pain of his big cock, he sure as hell was going to have to return the favor. I just had to bite down and endure it.

And then something miraculous happened. The pain subsided. The discomfort gave way to waves of pleasure. Jesus, his cock felt good up my ass. I got hard in turn, my dick smacking against my abs with each thrust that Jeb delivered.

“You want me to jack you?” Jeb offered, grabbing my rigid cock like a handle while he fucked me, stroking me rapidly.

“No—stop,” I swatted his hand away. “I don’t want to bust now. I want to fuck you next.”

“Okay,” Jeb shrugged, continuing to ream my hole. “You’re gonna get your chance soon, dude. I ain’t gonna last long—your hole is so fuckin’ tight. I’m already feelin’ like I need to nut.”

Rapidly he began to pound my ass, his hairy belly rubbing against my cock with each thrust. I had to admit it felt incredible, my hole instinctively gripping his cock, milking him.

“Fuck, this is good,” Jeb grunted, biting his lip, trying to hold back his load. “It’s way better than jacking, dude. You won’t believe how fuckin’ good it feels.”

“Awesome,” I winced, not sure how much longer I could take that big donkey dick inside me. Don’t get me wrong—it felt good, but my virgin hole was reaching its limit. Fortunately, Jeb’s hairy balls had also reached their limit.

“SHIT—I’m gonna bust,” Jeb announced urgently. “Can I cum in you?”

“What?”

“Can I shoot my load up your ass?”

“Umm—I dunno. I guess—”

“It’s too late to pull out now, dude—FUCK—SHIT,” he grunted like a wild animal.

And then it felt like a fire hose had been stuck up my ass, his cum blasting inside me. I was surprised to find the sensation of taking his warm load in my virgin hole was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

“Yeah, bro. Let it out,” I encouraged, stroking his back as Jeb collapsed upon me, his hairy body writhing, his huge cock throbbing in my depths. “Empty those balls in me.”

And then it was over—we were virgins no more. A gush of cum and air escaped from my wrecked hole when Jeb pulled out, his thick cum puddling on my sheets.

“Shit—my bad,” he half-apologized, reaching for some Kleenex on my bed table and stuffing them under my ass, which just left a mess of soggy tissues.

“My turn,” I announced eagerly, sitting up, my legs weak, but eager for my chance to fuck his hole. “Bend over, Jeb. I wanna fuck your ass from behind.”

“Sorry, dude,” he refused. “Ain’t gonna happen. I’m not gonna let you stick your dick in me.”

“What?” I gasped, rage building inside me. “You promised me, Jeb. You promised I could fuck you if you got to fuck me.”

“Ain’t—gonna—happen,” he doubled down.

“Well, what the fuck are we gonna do now?” I shrugged, accepting that he’d scammed me. I was so fucking gullible.

“You could roll over and let me fuck you from behind,” he suggested, gripping his big cock, which had yet to go soft. “I could go another round. I’m just getting started.”

“Fine,” I acquiesced, rolling over on the bed, not willing to admit I kind of liked the idea of getting my used hole pounded by him again. “Have at it.”

Jeb fucked my ass more times than I could count—in every position imaginable—for the rest of his stay with us, dumping close to a gallon of cum in me by the time he went home. I could not deny that I kind of liked—maybe even loved—being his cum dump.

After Jeb was gone, I missed having my ass railed by him. I was addicted to cock. And so I started taking dick down at the cruisy men’s room in the city park. Turns out I could take any cock, no matter how big, after getting fucked by Jeb’s big donkey dick.

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“Yeah—that’s why I’m here,” I admitted. “Trevor and I are about $200 short on our rent this month, and I was wondering if there might be some way to, you know, work off the difference? Maybe wash the windows or trim the hedges? I’m willing to do just about anything.”

“Anything?” Gus echoed me, looking up from his coffee with one eyebrow arched.

After dating for a year, Mom had asked Ted to move in with us. They weren’t yet officially engaged, but we all knew it was just a matter of time before they tied the knot. Ted immediately started making improvements to the house, like the wainscoting in the living room. Mom asked me to help Ted with the project, hoping it would bring us closer.

It wasn’t easy for me when Ted moved in with us. My dad split the scene when I was really young, so it had always been just Mom and me. Now that I was eighteen, I felt that I was finally the man of the house. But then Ted showed up and threw it all out of order. Suddenly, there was this burly man standing at the sink eating a bowl of Wheaties in his boxer briefs every morning, or watching football in front of the TV, a case of beer at his feet, or coming in from mowing the lawn, his sweaty, shirtless torso flecked with grass clippings.

To make matters worse, I was attracted to him. It’s a cruel twist of irony when a mom and her son are turned on by the same type of guy. His muscles. His tatts. His beard. His manliness. His cock. Jesus, his big fucking cock. I had once accidentally walked in on Ted as he was getting out of the shower, his horse-hung dick flopped against his wet, hairy thigh. I pretended like I hadn’t seen anything, but there was no missing that massive piece of meat.

“How about we take a break?” Ted asked, putting down the drill. “You wanna join me in a beer? I won’t tell your mom.”

“Thanks, but I—uh—I don’t like beer so much,” I admitted sheepishly as he led us to the kitchen. “But I’ll have a Coke.”

“Suit yourself, big guy,” Ted winked as he slid a Coke across the kitchen counter towards me and then popped open a can of Budweiser for himself.

We sipped our drinks in silence awkwardly. Ted was always a talkative guy, and so it seemed strange that he had nothing to say. There was clearly an elephant in the room.

“Your—uh—your mom told me about you,” Ted finally began, clearing his throat. Jesus, I didn’t want to have this talk with him, but I had no choice. “She—um—she told me that you’re gay. And I want you to know that I’m cool with that—and that I support you.”

“Uh—thanks,” I shrugged, not knowing how else to respond.

“You know, I’m not trying to be your dad here,” Ted continued. “But I want you to know you can talk to me if you’ve got questions about sex or condoms or whatever.”

“Thanks,” I quipped, “but I doubt you know all that much about gay sex.” It made me sound snide and ungrateful, and I regretted my tone, but Ted was unfazed.

“I might know a bit more than you realize,” Ted admitted under his breath.

“Wait—what?” I demanded, the conversation suddenly getting good, my interest piqued.

“Jesus,” he sighed. “You have to promise not to tell your mother any of this, okay?”

“I promise,” I vowed, crossing my heart, trying to hide my excitement.

“You know I wrestled in college,” Ted began.

“Yeah. First place, eastern division,” I replied. “You put the trophy in the den.”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “I guess I’m still proud of that crappy piece of tin. Anyway, you throw a bunch of horny college athletes, who are all way more comfortable with their bodies than the average guy, into a hotel room together on long away trips and, add some beer, and well—”

“Shit went down,” I interrupted.

“Yeah,” Ted admitted, taking off his ball cap and running a hand through his hair. “A lot of shit went down.”

“Wow,” I exclaimed. “That’s really hot. Do you ever miss it—playing around with guys?”

“Sometimes,” he conceded, his shorts tenting. “But I’m with your mother now. That’s all in the past.”

“It doesn’t have to be in the past,” I countered, reaching for his bulge, eager to unleash his big cock and finally have a go with it.

“Now cut that out,” Ted snapped, slapping my hand away. “I love your mother. I’m not gonna fuck that up by screwing her son. That’s fucked up.”

“Please,” I begged. “It would just be between us. Mom wouldn’t know. Lots of guys play on the side. Hell, half the guys on Grindr who have fucked my ass are either married or have girlfriends. At least let me suck you off, if you don’t want to fuck me.”

But Ted ignored my pleas. He chugged down the remainder of his beer in silence and then crumpled the can into the trash. “I’m gonna finish up in here,” he muttered under his breath as he returned to our project in the living room.

“You want my help?” I offered.

“Nah, I’ve got it,” Ted refused.

“I love the wainscoting,” my mom beamed over a roast chicken at dinner that night. “It means so much to me that my two favorite guys worked on it together.”

I had worried that dinner would be awkward, but Ted was his usual jovial self, acting like nothing had happened. When I went to bed that night, he and Mom were on the couch binging Stranger Things. They invited me to join, but I didn’t feel much like being around Ted that night. I was ashamed and embarrassed for making a pass at him, though I knew it was already water under the bridge in his mind.

It was after 1 am when I heard the door to my room creak open. Standing in the darkened doorway was Ted, the light from the street illuminated his muscular body. He was in a pair of boxer briefs, his hard cock straining against the fabric as he moved toward me. I instantly sat up in bed as he pulled down the front of his briefs, resting the elastic waistband under his balls. Christ, his cock was huge with a fat head and a prominent vein running up one side.

“Suck it,” Ted commanded in a hushed tone, his breath laced with beer, as he grabbed the back of my head and forced that big dick down my throat. He held it there, his balls mashed against my chin, until I was struggling for air.

“Fuck,” I gasped, breathing in as he finally released me from his grip.

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed. “We can’t wake your mother.”

I nodded in understanding and then took his big dick down my throat again. I had never sucked a cock that big, and worried that my skills wouldn’t be up to par. But it didn’t matter. Ted just wanted to face fuck me. An open, willing throat was all he needed.

Grabbing the back of my head once more, Ted began a violent assault on my throat, his fat cock head abusing my tonsils with every pass. I reached around and grabbed his firm ass for support. Over and over he thrusted in and out of my eager throat. The heady smell of his pubes mashed against my nostrils was intoxicating as he used me for his pleasure.

“Fuck, I missed this,” Ted growled softly, pummeling my throat, his balls slapping against my wet chin as drool streamed liberally from my open, accommodating mouth. “Hope you like cum,” he whispered, “because you’re about to get a big load in your belly.”

He wasn’t kidding. Almost instantly, I could feel his cock throbbing down my throat as rope after rope of his thick, sticky load went flying down my throat, satiating my hungry belly.

“Fuck, that was good,” Ted exhaled as he pulled out of me, tears streaming down my cheek. The last of his load appeared as a pearly drop at the tip of his cock. “Lick that up,” he ordered before stuffing his wet dick back into his briefs.

I wiped my chin as he turned away to leave my room, but then Ted spun back towards me. Leaning down to my ear, he whispered, “Have your tight ass prepped and ready for me when I come back in here tomorrow night.”

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“Nah,” I refused the beer. “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 can of Budweiser and taking a sip, suds on his lips.

“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 good 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. “Nah. I don’t believe that. Hank would never be caught dead with his dick in—”

“I’m telling the truth,” I insisted. “Hank rails my ass a few times a week. He fucked me on top of his Harley last time. He loves my tight hole, and said that 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, that dirty son of a bitch giving it to you.”

“Then why don’t you think about giving that big cock to me, too?” 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, but my stepdad made no attempt to stop me.

“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. Instantly, I could feel his meaty cock head pressed against my fuck hole.

“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. The fact that my mom would refuse his thick one was a mystery to me. “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.”

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“My lips are sealed,” I promised, reaching to undo his belt, eager to get his big dick in me. “Darlene will never know that you fucked me.”