“Jesus Christ,” I scoffed. “Dad walked in on me jacking off to porn. I’m eighteen years old. What’s the big, fuckin’ deal?”

“It was gay porn,” Brett countered. “It’s totally okay with us if you’re gay, Ricky. We don’t want you to feel you have to hide that from us. So—uh—do you think you could be gay?”

“I—I’m not sure,” I stammered. “I’ve never been with a guy. I’m still a virgin.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin at your age, Ricky,” Brett stated, sensing my embarrassment. “A lot of guys don’t have sex until—”

“You were fifteen,” I cut him off. “I walked in on you fucking that older girl from the swim club.”

“Misty Parker,” he recalled fondly, adjusting his package. “All the lifeguards—we called her the cherry popper because she—”

“Yeah, I get it,” I interrupted my brother’s trip down memory lane. “You all lost your v-cards to her.”

“If that’s what you want—some easy bitch to pop your cherry—I can hook you up with any number of slutty girls that I know,” Brett offered. 

“I don’t want a slutty girl,” I refused. “What I want is a slutty guy, but I doubt you can help me with that.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Brett gave a twisted smile before pulling off his shirt, tossing it on the floor, his hairy chest driving me wild.

“What—what the fuck is happening?” my voice quavered. In shock, I watched as Brett began to hike down his shorts, kicking them off. A massive cock, thick and veiny, reached outward from his hairy thighs. “Are you also gay?” I asked hopefully. 

“I don’t believe in labels, Ricky,” my brother declared. “I like sex in all forms. You recall Misty’s brother Dylan, who lifeguarded with me that summer?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, remembering that Dylan was hot as fuck. 

“Well, Dylan liked taking my big dick just as much as his slutty sister,” Brett laughed, giving his hard cock a playful tug. “Maybe even more than her.”

“You—you fuck guys?” I asked, astonished. 

“Sometimes, when I’m in the mood,” my brother reached for me, pulling me towards him. “And I’m in the mood to fuck you, if you want me to pop that cherry for you.”

“Th—th—that sounds good,” I stuttered in disbelief, my wettest dreams suddenly becoming true. 

“How about we take this to my bedroom, Ricky?” Brett asked, standing up, his hard cock stretched perpendicularly from his body as he grabbed me by the hand and led me to his room. “I think we’ll be more comfortable on my bed.”

“You want me doggy?” I asked moments later, stripping down in Brett’s room and climbing upon his bed. 

“Nah, roll over on your back,” my brother directed, climbing between my legs, pushing my knees to my chest. “I want to taste that cunt, get you good and open for me.”

His tongue was suddenly at my hole, lapping at my knotted sphincter. “Jesus, that feels good,” I moaned, running my fingers through his thick head of hair as Brett ate me out. I started to relax, my nerves melting away as his probing tongue opened me up. 

Soon, Brett inserted a finger, followed by another. Deftly, he stretched my orifice, readying it for his big dick. “Fuck me,” I begged, unable to endure the wait any longer. “Fuck me with that big dick.”

Sitting back on his haunches, gripping his big dick in his fist, Brett’s rounded cock head, engorged and dripping precum, made first contact with my wet hole. The initial pressure was a mix of pleasure and pain as my brother initiated penetration. 

“This is gonna hurt,” Brett warned, working inside of me before giving a deep thrust.

“FUCK,” I winced, a flash of pain jolting my body.

“There we go, Ricky,” he looked down at his cock buried inside me. “I just popped your cherry.”

It felt more like my brother had rearranged my insides, his big dick testing the limits of my sphincter, his thick rod pushing against the walls of my bowels. It felt like his entire arm was inside of me, not just his cock.

“You’re so fucking big,” I marveled, my hands gripping his forearms, my sphincter clenching around the base of his cock. “It—it hurts to bad.”

“Just relax, Ricky,” Brett directed calmly, holding still within me. “You just gotta adjust to it, then it will start to feel good.”

I took some deep breaths, willing myself to relax as my brother initiated a series of slow, steady strokes inside me. I had to admit that Brett was right—his big one was indeed starting to feel good. Incredibly good.

“Damn, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” he exhaled, shoving deeper into me, his balls mashed against my hole. “And you’re so fucking tight. I’m gonna have to work hard to not bust my nut so fast inside this tight hole.”

I wrapped my legs around my brother’s meaty ass while he began to rock his pelvis, increasing his pace. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Fucking wreck my virgin hole.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” Brett winked, his meaty hands pushing my knees into my chest, his big cock pounding me harder. The headboard began to hit the wall, the bed springs straining beneath us. Brett’s full weight was upon me, his big cock battering my bowels, routing my virgin depths. 

“You’re so deep,” I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head, my toes curling. He was jackhammering me hard, pummeling the living shit out of my quivering cunt. Sweat was dripping down his hairy chest, his face flush with exertion.

“I’m already getting close,” Brett announced urgently, his cock swelling inside of me. “You want my cum? You want me to shoot this load up your virgin ass?”

“Breed me,” I begged, my hands planted against his hairy chest, attempting to brace myself against his assault, his impending detonation. “Make me yours,” I pleaded.

“FUCK,” he bellowed with a deep thrust that shoved my head into the headboard, his body convulsing. “FUCK—FUCK—FUCK,” my brother continued to grunt, his cock throbbing in my depths, expelling his seed into my virgin void. 

With his balls emptied, Brett collapsed upon me, his sweaty, hairy body pressed into mine. I reveled in the fullness inside of me—his big cock, his seed. But the moment was brief, my brother quickly withdrawing from me. A gaping hole was left in his wake, his pearly load dripping onto the bedsheet. 

“I’m gonna go hit the gym, Ricky,” my brother announced, pulling on a pair of shorts over his wet cock. “You’re welcome to crash in my bed for as long as you want. Your hole might be a bit sore for awhile,” he laughed. “But you’ll feel better in a day or two.”

A rolled over on my belly, balling up a pillow under me. Brett’s scent was all over his sheets, stirring my desire for him again. I quickly fell into a deep sleep, our shared DNA swimming in my bowels.

I awoke hours later, a pair of thick fingers probing my used hole, testing the elasticity of my no-longer virgin cunt. Brett was ready to fuck me again, I assumed. But I was wrong. 

“Your brother wasn’t kidding—you’re tight as fuck,” Dad’s voice was suddenly at my ear, his after-work scotch upon his warm breath. “You want some more dick, son?” Dad asked, his hairy body suddenly on top of me, his fat cock head pushing against my wet hole. “You want another load up your ass, boy?”

“Yes,” I nodded as Dad thrusted into me, vigorously pounding my used ass, forcing Brent’s load out of me with each thrust. “Fuck my ass, Dad,” I begged, gripping the sheets. “Fuck my sloppy hole.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pull down your shorts,” he ordered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had a very sheltered youth. My parents were strict, religious conservatives. They taught me about sex, but only in terms of procreation, warning me that I would go to hell if I had sex before marriage. I knew about masturbation, only because my dad had told me it was also a sin. Consequently, I was not prepared for college.

Zach was assigned to be my roommate our freshman year. With his tattoos and frequent F-bombs dropped throughout his normal speech, he was definitely more worldly than me. Though we were different in many ways, we became fast friends.

Yet our stark differences became even more apparent one day when I walked in on Zach naked on his bed, jacking his big cock. I started to close the door to leave, but he stopped me.

“Dude. Don’t leave,” he insisted. “Fuck. If we’re gonna be roommates, you’ve gotta learn to be comfortable with this shit.”

I nodded in acquiescence, embarrassed as Zach proceeded to work his big cock. I could tell he liked having me there, that he liked being watched. I was utterly transfixed as I witnessed his cock erupt with a massive load, his body convulsing in ecstasy.

“You’re next, bro,” Zach informed me. “I wanna see you fuckin’ shoot that wad.” But I stood there motionless, unable to join him.

“Dude,” Zach scolded. “Come on. I jacked off with my buds from back home all the time. It’s no big deal.”

And that’s when I told Zach about my sheltered youth and how I’d never even jacked off. Zach was incredulous.

“You don’t believe that shit, do you?” he asked in disbelief. “That jacking off is a sin?”

I shook my head. Those were my dad’s beliefs, not mine.

“You want me to teach you?” Zach offered. I gave Zach my answer by stripping down and joining him on his bed.

“Damn, you’ve got a big cock,” Zach noted first off. “You’re big enough to be two-fisted, but we’ll start with the classic one-fist today.”

I stretched back on the bed as Zach got between my legs. “Some guys just dry jack it, but I like a little lubrication to reduce the friction,” Zach advised. He then spit on my cock, saying, “This will usually do the trick.”

Zach then gripped my cock and began to slowly work it up and down, my balls rising and falling in unison with his strokes. It felt incredible, unlike anything I could have imagined. “Fuuuuck,” I slowly exhaled.

Zach laughed, knowing that I almost never cuss. “The trick is to find the right grip that works for you,” he instructed. “Too loose, and there’s not enough stimulation. Too tight, and you cut off your circulation.”

Once we settled on the right amount of grip, his pressure perfect upon my cock, Zach then demonstrated a slower and faster pace, instructing me to let him know when I was about to bust. “But how will I know?” I asked naively.

“Believe me, dude, you’ll know when your balls are ready to release,” he laughed. “You’ll definitely know.”

Zach was right. Within a few minutes, I could feel my balls tightening. A strong pressure was building in my cock, like a geyser about to erupt.

“I think I’m gonna cum,” I warned Zach when I was about to bust, my cockhead swelling and releasing a massive shot of cum. The first blast went up my chest, while the next several spurts went airborne and then rained back down upon my cock and Zach’s hand as he milked me dry.

“Fuck,” I moaned once more as my body continued to convulse and release years of pent-up tension. By the time my balls were fully emptied, my cock and Zach’s hand were covered with my pearly load.

Zach took a taste of my jizz off the tip of his index finger. “Fucking delicious,” he declared. “You’re still hard,” he noted. “That gives me an idea.”

Zach then reached around behind him and appeared to be working some of my cum into his hole. He straddled me, working the tip of my cock inside him. I couldn’t believe what was happening as he sat all the way down on my cock.

“I might as well teach you everything you need to know about sex,” Zach declared as my cock explored his depths, my head rolling back in ecstasy.

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

It was the roof this time. A tree had fallen and done some damage. Mama got the tree removal guy to give us fifty percent off his bill by offering up her pussy to him. The hairy guy grunted his load into her cunt upstairs while his crew hauled off the downed tree. Now it was time to get the roof repaired. 

Mama fucked any guy she could for a discount—plumbers, electricians, AC repairmen, you name it. She would fuck the newspaper boy for a discount, if only he was legal. At just north of forty, Mama still had the vestiges of her former exotic dancer body.  But her big tits were starting to droop, her firm ass starting to sag. She knew her days of luring men to her bed were numbered. 

I knew Mama would like the beefy roofing contractor, the Nubian god, when I spied him from my bedroom window, stepping out of his truck. Mama never shied away from dark meat. Moreover, she was especially soft for a handsome man with a big dick. And from the bulge in the roofer’s pants, I could see he easily checked both boxes. Sure, he wore a wedding band, but that never deterred Mama.

I listened from the stairway as the roofer quoted mama a price to repair the damaged shingles. Mama launched into her well-rehearsed, single-mom sob story, ending with a plea to do anything—just anything—to get him to offer her a discount. 

Ten minutes later, the roofer was pounding Mama’s pussy in her bedroom upstairs.  I thought he was going to break the bed, Mama screaming at the top of her lungs, the headboard banging against the wall, the roofer grunting as he pummeled her pussy. It ended in a fabulous crescendo, Mama calling out the good Lord’s name over and over as the roofer dumped his load in her.

I heard him ask for a glass of water, his feet hitting the floorboards almost immediately after pulling out of her. Mama directed him down to the kitchen. To my delight, he was buck naked, texting on his phone, when I approached him.

“You texting your wife?” I asked, sneaking up on him from behind. 

“Jesus Christ,” he jumped, spinning around to face me, his big cock smacking audibly against his muscular thigh as he turned. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m Denny—Lola’s son,” I explained. “She’s the slutty bitch you just fucked upstairs.”

“I know who she is,” he smirked, his one hand trying feebly to cover his massive cock, still slicked with cum and pussy juice, while holding his cell phone in the other. “Why aren’t you in school, young man?” he asked.

“I graduated last year,” I informed him. “I just look young for my age.”

“Look—I just need me a drink of water,” he scanned the kitchen for a clean cup, “and then I’ll be out of here.”

“No need to rush off,” I assured him, grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it from the tap. Handing the water to him, he chugged quickly as I stared openly at his huge dick. “You’re welcome to stay and fuck my ass with that big cock.”

“The fuck?!” he spat, water spraying onto the kitchen floor. “I have no need for your skinny ass, boy. I get myself plenty of pussy.”

“Then your wife is a lucky woman.”

“I wasn’t talking about my wife,” he winked deviously before throwing back the last of the water.  

“She liked your big cock—my mama,” I reported. “I could tell by the way she was screaming. She doesn’t do that with every guy. Did you like her pussy?”

“Shit, boy,” he laughed. “Pussy is pussy. As they say, pussy is like pizza—even when it’s bad, it’s good.”

“You’d like my pussy,” I stated, staring brazenly at his big cock. “I’m super tight—much tighter than my mama.”

“I think we’re done here,” he rejected me, slamming the drinking glass down on the kitchen counter. “I’ve got an appointment across town that I’ve gotta get to.”

And then he went back upstairs to get dressed, his big cock swinging between his legs, mama passed out on her bed, his load swimming in her used cunt. He may have turned me down, but I wasn’t giving up that easily. 

Stripping off my clothes, I quickly prepped my hole with some Crisco from the kitchen. Just as I heard the roofer coming back down, his work boots upon the stairs, I positioned myself in the room closest to the front door.

Bent over the couch, my head resting on the back frame, my ass hanging off the edge of the seat cushions, I presented my available hole for his use. The roofer would have to pass me to get to the door. It was now or never. 

“You certainly are one determined mother fucker,” he laughed upon seeing me. “You’re not gonna let me out of this house without fucking you, right?”

“That’s the plan,” I turned back and winked, pulsing my sphincter, inviting him to defile me.

“Well, lucky for you, I’ve got another round in me,” he replied, unzipping, and unleashing that big black python. “Let’s see what you got.”

Grabbing me by the hips, he shoved into me with a violent thrust, my head hitting the wall behind the couch. It felt like a baseball bat had been shoved up my ass. He wasted no time, delivering long strokes in and out of me.

I gritted my teeth, trying to prove that I was capable of taking a dick that big. But in truth, the closest I had ever had was the dark-brown, 10-inch dildo that mama kept hidden in a shoebox under her bed. And that hunk of latex seemed small compared to this guy’s huge cock. 

“Boy, you don’t lie. This shit is tight,” he marveled, his cock pushing deeper in me, my sphincter stretching beyond its limit. “You like this big cock up your ass, boy?”

“Yes,” I winced, still trying to adjust to him.

“Yes—what?” he demanded, driving into my depths. “You best be calling me sir when this big anaconda is up your ass, you hear?”

“Yes, sir,” I complied. “I love your anaconda inside me, sir.”

“That’s more like it, bitch,” he slapped my ass, thrusting harder inside of me. “I’m ‘bout to destroy your cunt.”

And he did. Holy fucking Christ, he did.

“Fuck, you’ve got a sweet cunt on you, boy,” he exhaled, pounding me hard. “Had I known, I wouldn’t have wasted my load on your mama’s baggy pussy and would’ve just plowed your tight ass.”

Raising himself onto the balls of his feet, he angled deep in me. Jesus, it felt good. His huge cock head had breached my inner sphincter, my eyes rolling back into my head. With his hands moving to my shoulders, he began to pummel me at a rapid pace, his low-hangers slapping the back of my ass with each thrust. 

“You want my cum, bitch?” he demanded urgently. “You want me to shoot all up in this tight pussy?”

“Yes—I mean—yes, sir,” I begged. “Fucking breed me, sir.”

“Your ‘bout to get your wish,” he thrusted one last time before erupting inside me. “FUCK—FUCK,” he grunted, his big cock throbbing as rope after rope of his creamy seed went spewing into my bowels, warming me from within. 

“Damn, boy,” he exclaimed, pulling out of me abruptly. “That cunt is some damn good shit.”

“Thank you, sir,” I exhaled, trying to catch my breath, his pearly load escaping the cavernous hole he left behind, running down the edge of the couch cushion. 

“Tell your mama that my crew will be out tomorrow to fix your roof—half price, as we agreed,” he announced, stuffing his wet cock back into his pants and then zipping up. “As for you, I’ll be back in a day or two to dump another load in you. And boy—do me a favor and get some proper lube next time. That shit you used is greasy as fuck.”

I slid off the couch after the roofer left, pulling on my clothes and wobbling to the kitchen for a glass of water. Drinking from the same glass that he had used, I quenched my thirst. Mama appeared in the kitchen just as I placed the glass by the sink.

“Was it the roofer—that fine buck—who was fucking you down here just now, baby?” she asked, a threadbare silk kimono wrapped loosely around her voluptuous body, a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen.

“Yes, mama,” I admitted bashfully. “He fucked me real hard.”

“Yeah, I heard,” she replied, ice in her voice as she smoothed down her messy hair. “Well, in that case, I think it’s time we started offering up your slutty ass when we need a discount on repairs.”

“You’re welcome to fuck my pussy,” I wanted to say, biting my tongue instead.

It was wrong of me to lust after my boyfriend’s recently-divorced father. But those muscles, and the hairy chest, and the thick stache, and that massive bulge in his skimpy speedos. Jesus, I was in trouble. The man wanted to get laid—it was his only purpose in coming along with us to the Mexican resort—and I was more than eager to give up my hole to him. 

“There’s a lot of single women here at the resort,” I tried to assure him, doing my best to remind myself that fucking my boyfriend’s dad was not on the menu—even in Mexico. “Have you made any connections yet?”

“Not really,” Reid shrugged. “I hit the pool bar last night when you and my son were—uh—”

“Fucking,” I interrupted him. “You can say it—we’re all adults here. Jake and I fucked last night.”

“Yeah,” he laughed openly. “You two were clearly having fun in your room, so I tried to find me some fun, too. But I struck out.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I replied skeptically. “You’re hot as fuck.”

“For a man my age?” he winked. 

“For a man any age,” I clarified. 

“Thanks,” he blushed. “But most of the single bitches at the bar last night were older, like me. And not to sound like a chauvinistic pig, but if I wanted to fuck a baggy old cunt, I wouldn’t have divorced Jake’s mother.”

“Well, maybe tonight you could—?”

“Shit, our dinner reservation at La Granja is in one hour,” Reid interrupted, looking at his watch. “Where the fuck is Jake?” he scanned the beach. “Shouldn’t he be back from his massage by now?”

“Jake is meeting us at the restaurant,” I reminded Reid. “He’s showering and dressing at the spa to save time.”

“Well, we better head up to the suite to shower and change for dinner,” Reid instructed, finishing his piña colada in one, big slurp. “I’m hungry as fuck.”

Jake and I were sharing a modest suite with his dad. A small sitting area with a connected bathroom was in the middle of the suite, flanked by two bedrooms. Reid was on one side, Jake and I on the other. 

“You go ahead and use the shower,” I offered Reid as we entered the suite. “I’m gonna take a quick catnap while you’re showering. Just wake me when you’re done.”

I crashed on the bed, sleepy from a day at the beach. The sound of running water, coming from Reid’s shower, quickly lulled me to sleep. I soon dreamt that I was lying face down on a beach lounger, the ocean lapping at the shore. My boyfriend Jake was on top of me, kissing my neck. 

“I want to be inside of you,” my boyfriend moaned in my dream, pulling down the back of my swim trunks. His big cock was soon pressed up against my puckered hole, entering me. “My son was right—you do have a tight hole.”

Wait—what?!

I awoke to Jake’s dad on top of me, a bottle of lube discarded next to us on the bed, his big cock halfway in me. “That’s it, baby. Open that cunt for me,” he shoved hard. “Fuck, you feel so good inside.”

“Reid?” I gasped, my hole torn in two as he went balls deep in me. “Are—are you fucking me?”

“Well, considering that my dick is in you,” he laughed, treating my hole to some deep strokes, “I’d say—yeah—I’m most definitely fucking you. You want me to stop?”

“Fuck, no,” I pleaded. “Fuck my ass. Fuck me with that big dick.”

“Spoken like a true slut,” he laughed, writhing on top of me, his hairy chest and belly rubbing against my back. “Jake told me how much you like cock—that he often brings random guys home from the gym to pound your ass. I figured maybe you’d like to take a ride on my big one.”

“When—when did you start fucking guys?” I asked, struggling to breathe under his weight, his cock pummeling my cunt rhythmically. 

“Uh—since about a minute ago,” he laughed, pounding me harder. “Jesus, I never imagined ass would be this good. Nearly 30 years in a sexless marriage when I could’ve been giving it to some gay slut like you all along.”

Reid raised himself into a plank above me, his meaty hands pushed into the mattress on either side of my body, his cock a battering ram in my bowels. I tilted my ass, giving him more depth, his big dick routing farther into me.

“How’s my cock compare to my son’s dick?” Reid asked, body slamming his big one into me over and over again. 

“You’re definitely bigger,” I gasped, his cock breaching my inner-sphincter, my eyes rolling back into my head. “And thicker, too,” I noted. 

“My college buddies all called me The Screamer,” he shared, “because of the way I’d make bitches scream their heads off when taking my big dick.”

“I can see why,” I bit down on my lip, trying to not scream my head off in our hotel suite. 

I turned my head to the side as Reid proceeded to destroy my cunt. My boyfriend had left his watch on the bed table. What would Jake think now if he walked in to retrieve it, only to find his beloved boyfriend getting railed by his hung father? It was true that Jake loved being cucked, loved sharing my ass with his buddies and random strangers. But would the thought of his father seeding his boyfriend be a bridge too far?

“You want my cum, bitch?” Reid suddenly brought me back to the present, his cock swelling inside of me, his heavy breathing and sweaty body indicative of his impending orgasm. “Can I shoot up your ass?”

“Dump that load in me,” I pleaded. “Fucking breed my hole.”

“You’re about to get it,” Reid promised, delivering one last thrust before detonation. “FUCK—SHIT,” he growled, his body convulsing as his balls gave up his load. His big dick throbbed rhythmically, his DNA spewing into my depths, joining forces with the seed his son had already dumped in me the night before.

“Fuck, that was good,” Reid pulled out of me when his balls had reached empty, a gaping cavern left in his wake. “What time is it?”

“Shit—we’re gonna be late to meet Jake for dinner,” I gasped, checking the time on Jake’s watch on the bed table. Reid’s pearly load gushed from my wrecked hole as I jumped out of bed, leaving a wet streak upon the sheets. 

My boyfriend looked pissed when we arrived for dinner at La Granja nearly twenty minutes late. Reid and I had shared a quick shower, trying to remove the telltale funk of man sex from our bodies. “Where the fuck have you two been?” Jake demanded as we took our seats at the table with him.

“Your dad and me—we—uh—we lost track of time,” I began to stammer nervously. “And we had to hurry to—”

“It’s my fault, son,” Reid cut me off. “I fucked him—I fucked your boyfriend's ass up in the hotel suite—on your bed.”

“What—?” I gasped, incredulous that Reid was so quick to throw me under the bus. “Jake—please forgive me,” I began to grovel, desperate for his understanding. “It all happened so fast. I should never have—”

“Did you like his ass?” Jake asked his father, ignoring me, treating me like a petulant child. “Was my boyfriend a good fuck?”

“Shit,” Reid exhaled. “If I had discovered how good it feels to fuck a guy back before I married your mother, you might never have been born,” he laughed. 

“I told you he’s got a sweet cunt,” Jake smiled broadly. “It’s about time you took my advice and tapped his ass.”

“What—?” I demanded. “You told your dad to fuck me?”

“Of course,” Jake admitted. “The man just got divorced. He needed to dip his stick. And you’ve got the best hole around.”

“So, you’re not—you’re not mad at me?”

“Not at all,” Jake leaned over and gave me a kiss. “I’m just disappointed that you all fucked without me. But that can be easily remedied. I hope you got enough rest on the beach today, because Dad and I are going to wreck your hole all night long.”