I will never forget the look upon the hairy daddy’s face, his muscular arm stretched behind his head just after I had seeded his furry hole. Jesus, he was an incredible fuck, taking my big cock like his cunt was made for me. I had hooked up with countless hairy daddies from the gym, but this DILF would prove to be truly unforgettable.
Although I was young, straight(ish), and had a girlfriend, I loved nothing more than fucking a hot, hairy, muscular daddy. Bonus points if he had a beard. So when a new, bearded, hairy DILF showed up at the gym late one afternoon, I knew I had to get my big cock inside his hairy hole. And from the way the daddy was checking me out, I knew I had a chance.
“You new to the gym?” I broke the ice when we were alone in the sauna, my eyes drinking in his delicious body, flimsy towels covering our junk. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”
“Yeah, I’m just here on a day pass,” he explained. “I’m in town for the weekend visiting family. I’ve spent the last four hours cramped in a stuffy airplane, and needed a workout,” he shared while looking straight at my tenting towel.
“You married?” I inquired, not seeing a wedding band on him.
“Nah—not anymore,” he smiled deviously. “I left my wife about ten years ago. I’m sure you can guess why I divorced her,” he licked his lips, staring at my crotch again.
“You’re fucking hot,” I declared, seeing no reason to beat around the bush any further. I then reached over and caressed his furry pecs. “I love all this man fur you’ve got.”
“Thanks,” he winked, sliding his hand under my towel and stroking my hard cock. “You’re young enough to be my son, but I’m flattered you’re into me. I could really use some dick. My hotel is right across the street. Want to come fuck my ass with that big cock?”
Twenty minutes later, I was balls deep in his furry hole upon his hotel bed. He wanted me missionary so that I could dominate him. His muscular, hairy legs were wrapped around my meaty ass, my cock routing his warm depths. Christ, the daddy knew how to take a big dick.
“Fuck, your big cock feels so good up my ass,” he moaned in ecstasy, rocking his pelvis, matching my rhythm. “I can’t believe I’m being topped by such a hot, young stud. You have a girlfriend?” he inquired.
“Yes,” I nodded, treating his hole to some deep, steady strokes. “We’ve been together about a year now.”
“Damn,” he exclaimed. “I bet she loves creaming on your big cock.”
“Yeah, she fucking loves my big dick,” I acknowledged. “She jumped my bones on our first date, begging me to raw dog her and smash her pussy with my big one. Thank god for Plan B,” I laughed.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he exclaimed, his hands on my ass, pulling me deeper into his greedy cunt. “I want you to breed me, just like that bitch you’ve got. Seed my hole like you seed her pussy.”
Emboldened by his desire to be bred, I picked up the pace and began to pummel his ass at a dizzying pace. I was jackhammering him hard, the headboard of the hotel bed banging the wall in sync with the rhythmic slap of my balls against his hole. I couldn’t hold back, ready to empty my balls inside him.
“You want my load?” I demanded, thrusting deep in his bowels. “You want me to seed this hairy hole?”
“YES,” he screamed, locking his sphincter around the base of my swollen shaft. “Dump that load in me.”
“You’re about to get your wish,” I assured him, my balls throbbing, the pressure in my shaft building. “FUCK—Here it comes—OH SHIT—Yeah, take my fuckin’ nut—FUCK—SHIT.”
“Mmm, yeah,” he moaned, my load flooding his guts. “Breed me just like you breed your bitch. Your cum is so warm inside me.”
When my balls reached empty, my spent cock slowly going soft, I pulled out of the daddy. Sitting back on my knees, I admired the hot, hairy bod that I had just fucked. I watched proudly as my pearly load dripped from his gaping, hairy hole.
“That was fucking hot, man,” he exhaled as he stretched and put one arm behind his head. “I wish you could stay for another round, but I gotta get in the shower now. I’m having dinner with my daughter tonight. She just got engaged and I’m meeting her fiancé for the first time.”
I turned white. It felt like I’d just been kicked in the stomach, the air knocked out of me. It couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be true.
“Wait. Is your daughter named Becca?” I demanded, terror in my voice. “Oh, Christ. Are you Mr. Bannerman?!”
The look of horror upon his face confirmed my worst fears.
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“I just busted your second hole” my buddy Chaz breathed in my ear, his thick stache tickling my cheek as he ravaged my hole with his massive cock upon the hotel bed. He had breached my inner-sphincter, my eyes rolling back into my head. “I bet your wife can’t do that with that latex strap-on she pegs you with,” he laughed mockingly, his meaty hand gripping my neck.
Chaz and I weren’t supposed to be sharing a hotel room. There had been a mistake when our company booked us for a three-day financial conference in Chicago, and we were forced to share a room. Most straight guys like me would never agree to sleep in the same room as an openly gay dude, but I didn’t mind because Chaz was my friend and I trusted him to not exploit the situation.
Chaz was the only gay guy on our all-male team of financial planners at work. It wasn’t easy for him, trying to fit in amongst the guys with his ear piercings and often over-the-top demeanor. But Chaz was stellar at his job, proving his merit in a boys’ club that possessed all the toxic masculinity of a frat house on a Saturday night.
Sadly, the other guys in the office often ostracized Chaz, never inviting him for lunch, golf, or beers after work. I felt bad for him, and so I made an effort to befriend Chaz despite the snickers from the other guys behind my back.
“You’re not weirded out that we are the only two guys on the team being sent to the conference in Chicago?” Chaz asked with concern when we were given our orders. “A lot of the guys in the office already think we’re fucking just because you have the decency to talk to me.”
“Fuck those homophobic assholes,” I replied. “I’m a happily married man. I have no reason to fear their gossip and insinuations. Being work buds doesn’t make us fuck buds.”
“That could be arranged,” Chaz winked.
“Yeah, right,” I laughed. “I know I’m not your type. You’ve shown me the photos of all those Grindr twinks you fuck.”
The fact that we could joke about our differing sexual orientations allowed me to have no concern when I was forced to share a hotel room with Chaz in Chicago. I trusted him completely to not make a move on me. But did I trust myself?
The first day of the conference had been exhausting. We had taken an early-morning flight and then suffered through a painful round of sessions. There was a cocktail party and then a dinner, followed by a keynote speaker who droned on endlessly. By the time Chaz and I got back upstairs to our hotel room, all I wanted was a hot shower.
Chaz was sitting on the edge of his bed, hunched over his phone, when I emerged from the bathroom freshly showered, a flimsy hotel towel wrapped around my waist. A series of pings emitted from his phone as he tapped at the screen.
“You playing a game?” I asked.
“No, but it often feels like a game of cat and mouse,” Chaz laughed. “I’m actually on Grindr looking for some ass to fuck.”
“Wait—you’re gonna invite some random guy here to our hotel room—to fuck?”
“Calm down,” Chaz raised his hand to subdue me. “I’m not going to fuck some dude in front of you. I’m looking for a guy who can host, which is proving to be almost impossible.”
“I’m sorry,” I offered feebly.
“If you were truly sorry, you’d drop that towel and let me mount your ass on this bed,” Chaz laughed in jest. “But I know you’d never take a dick up your ass.”
“Don’t be so sure,” I admitted, the three martinis from the cocktail party still working their magic on my inhibitions. “I’m not as innocent as you think.”
“Wait—what?” Chaz gasped.
“Jesus, I’ve never told anyone this,” I exhaled, taking a seat next to Chaz on the bed. “My wife likes to peg my ass with a strap-on,” I confessed. “She enjoys the power dynamic. We saw an intimacy coach when our sex life was in the toilet after our kids were born, and he suggested we try pegging to sort of flip the script. My wife loves it.”
“But do you love it?” Chaz asked. “Taking a fake dick up your ass?”
“Yeah—I do,” I admitted freely. “I had to warm up to it at first, but I quickly learned that it feels really good. I’ve had some of the best orgasms of my life with that fake dick up my ass.”
“Have you ever thought of taking a real dick up your ass—you know, one that wasn’t made of latex?” Chaz inquired.
“Yeah—I have,” I acknowledged, reaching for his crotch, rubbing his hard cock through his pants. “I’ve thought a lot about taking your cock.”
“Oh yeah?” Chaz smiled deviously, undoing his pants. “I should warn you that I’m a lot bigger than some six-inch strap-on that your wife uses on you. I’m hung like fuck.”
The dude wasn’t kidding.
“Holy fucking Christ,” I gasped as Chaz pulled out his cock. It was easily north of nine-inches, thick and veiny, crowned with a huge mushroom head that was already leaking precum.
“You still want this big dick up your ass,” Chaz taunted, slapping that big piece of meat against his open palm. “You don’t have to take it, if it’s too big for you.”
“No—I—I want it,” I stammered, still in awe of its magnitude. “I want you to fuck me with that big cock.”
“You ever sucked a man’s cock?” he asked, swiping up the precum running down his shaft and forcing his finger into my mouth. A luscious taste of salty and sweet coated my tongue, whetting my appetite for more. “You ever had a dick down your throat?”
“No,” I admitted, reaching for his cock with my hand, bringing it to my lips. Chaz allowed me to lick up and down his thick shaft and then suck on that massive head before he grabbed the back of my head and forced his big cock down my throat. I gagged on it, unable to take it all the way.
“Don’t worry about that,” he laughed, extracting his cock from my throat. “I’m not looking for some head tonight. I want to fuck your ass.”
I then watched as Chaz stood up from the bed and removed his clothes, his big dick maintaining a rock-hard erection the entire time. He then rifled through his toiletry kit in the bathroom, producing a small bottle of lube.
“How does your wife peg you?” he asked, greasing up his cock with lube, pumping it with his fist. “I bet she prefers missionary.”
“Yeah,” I confirmed. “She likes to look in my eyes when she’s pegging my ass.”
“Then roll over onto your stomach,” Chaz commanded. “We’re gonna play it a bit differently for you tonight. I want you to feel the weight of my body upon you as I wreck your hole from behind.”
Obediently, I opened my towel, discarding it on the floor before rolling onto my stomach. I was ass up on the bed, my hole presented to Chaz for his domination.
“Fuck, you’ve got a pretty cunt,” Chaz marveled, climbing on the bed behind me and spreading my ass cheeks. His face was suddenly in my butt crack, his stache tickling my hole, his tongue probing at my orifice.
“Christ, that feels good,” I exhaled as Chaz licked and sucked at my puckered sphincter, getting it ready for his big dick.
“I take it your wife doesn’t eat your hole before she pegs you,” Chaz assumed correctly. “I could eat your ass all night, but I’m more in the mood to fuck.”
And then I felt it, Chaz’s muscular body upon mine, his hairy chest pressed into my back. His rounded cock head was soon pressed against my hole, my sphincter bracing against the intrusion. And then with a swift thrust, Chaz was inside me.
“FUCK,” I screamed, my voice echoing against the walls of the room as Chaz went balls deep in my void. “You’re so fucking big.”
“You’re just realizing this now?” he laughed, playfully biting my ear as he routed my fuck canal. He was employing a series of deep strokes, already exploring far deeper than my wife’s strap-on had ever been.
“Is this your first time?” I inquired, my novice hole still on fire. “You know—your first time fucking a straight guy like me?”
“Hardly,” Chaz laughed openly. “If it wasn’t for straight guys, I wouldn’t have gotten laid as often as I did in college. Those frat boys sure love bending over when you get a few shots of tequila in them.”
He was pounding me hard, his hairy body slamming into me over and over. It was nothing like being pegged by my wife. The brutality of having a man inside of me, dominating me with his big cock, forcing me to submit to his animalistic desire, was a huge turn on.
“Raise your ass,” Chaz commanded me. “Open that cunt for me.”
And then it happened. As I tilted my pelvis, raising my ass slightly above the mattress beneath me, I felt it. Chaz’s big cock pushed impossibly deep within me. There was a sudden change in pressure that felt like the pop of a champagne cork, another portal opening within me.
“I just busted your second hole,” Chaz breathed in my ear, his thick stache tickling my cheek as he ravaged my quivering hole. He had breached my inner-sphincter, my eyes rolling back into my head. “I bet your wife can’t do that with that latex strap-on she pegs you with,” he laughed mockingly, his meaty hand gripping my neck.
He was right. I had never been routed so deep. The sensation was incredible, my toes curling, waves of pleasure consuming my body as Chaz proceeded to fuck the living shit out of me.
“You like being fucked by a real man?” he asked, his muscular arms sliding under my body, pulling me into him. “And not some fake dick attached to your wife?”
“Yes,” I croaked, nearly unable to breathe under his weight upon me, his balls slapping my hole with each deliberate thrust. “Your big cock feels so good inside me.”
And then I felt it—his cock expanding inside my fuck canal, his balls beginning to throb against my hole. Chaz was about to bust his nut in me and, in that moment, I had never wanted something more in my life than to take his seed.
“You ready for my load?” he demanded urgently, battering my bowels. “You ready for me to breed this quivering cunt?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Fucking breed me.”
“FUCK,” he growled deeply, a cum bomb detonating inside me. I could feel every shot of his load as his big dick pulsed inside of my bowels, spewing his seed into my deepest recesses. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt, his body writhing atop me, consumed by the throes of an epic orgasm.
Chaz stayed within me long after his orgasm had ceased, the last of his seed expelled from his balls. “Are you still hard?” I asked in disbelief.
“Yeah,” he laughed. “I can go multiple rounds before going soft. I hope you like this big cock inside you, because it’s going to be a long night.”
Chaz dumped three more loads in me that night. We skipped the morning session of the conference and fucked our brains out, finally emerging from our hotel room for lunch. I returned home to my family three days later a changed man, my ass sore but completely fulfilled.
My wife and kids threw their arms around me at the front door, welcoming me home. “I’ve missed you,” my wife kissed me. “I’m really wanting to peg your ass tonight,” she whispered in my ear seductively once the kids were out of range.
“Yeah—about that,” I replied. “I’ve decided we’re gonna need to get you a bigger strap-on. I want the largest size available.”
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“You got my text?” my dad’s hunky buddy Tom asked in his deep voice, standing in the shallow end of the pool while holding his phone, a smile spreading beneath his thick stache. Other than his favorite ball cap, Tom wore only a tight pair of speedos, the afternoon sun kissing his muscular, hairy body. “I thought maybe we could take a dip in the pool before dinner,” he added, placing his phone on the pool deck.
Dad and Tom went way back. They were best buddies since well before I was born, having served in the Army together. Tom was like a second dad to me, and he would have been my godfather had we been a church-going family.
Tom had never married, always bragging that no woman could handle him or his big dick. And though he joked it was highly probable that he had fathered a kid or two from his frequent one-night stands, I was the only kid that he treated like a surrogate son.
Thus, it seemed natural that Tom would invite me over for dinner when my parents were out of town for the weekend. On my way to his house, he texted me, instructing me to meet him at the pool in his backyard. Wearing nothing but a speedo, Tom asked me to join him for a dip in the pool.
“I didn’t bring my swim trunks,” I replied, trying not to stare at his deliciously hairy body. “You got a pair that I could borrow?”
“Who needs swim trunks?” Tom smiled lasciviously, yanking off his speedo, his big cock buoyed by the pool water. “We’re both men here. Swim trunks are for pussies.”
“Damn straight,” I agreed, stripping out of my clothes and tossing them onto a deck chair. I couldn’t believe my luck. I was getting buck naked with my dad’s best buddy, the object of my wettest dreams. Sure, I knew Tom was straight and a connoisseur of pussy, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy ogling his naked body.
“Looks like I’m not gonna be the only one with a big dick in the pool today,” Tom declared, eyeing my big one as I waded into the pool, joining him. “That’s one nice slab of meat you got there.”
“Thanks,” I replied modestly.
“You pounding a lot of pussy with that big hammer back at school?” he asked, reaching for a couple of beers he had placed by the side of the pool. He tossed one to me before popping open the other one for himself. “I bet the bitches love creaming on that big dick you got.”
“I wish,” I sighed, popping open my can of beer, an ejaculation of suds running down the side of the can. “I haven’t smashed pussy in months.”
“I don’t believe that for one minute,” Tom laughed before taking a chug of beer. “A good-looking guy like you with a big dick is not scoring pussy? Shit, when I was your age, I was dumping my seed all over town. Bitches couldn’t get enough.”
“It’s not like that anymore,” I informed Tom. “All my buddies are hard up, too. Girls today are playing the long game, wanting love and commitment. It can be months of dating before you even get to first base. It’s rare to find a bitch who is just down to fuck.”
“I’m down to fuck,” Tom stated, crumpling his empty beer can, tossing it on the pool deck.
“Yeah, no shit,” I laughed. “You’re always down to fuck some bitch. I’m always down to fuck, too. But I don’t see any pussy here.”
“How about my pussy?” Tom asked, turning around and presenting his meaty ass to me, pool water sluicing down his hairy body.
“You—you take cock?” I stammered, shocked to the core that my dad’s über-masculine buddy, a self-proclaimed pussy hound, was offering up his ass to me. “You let guys fuck you?”
“Fuck yeah,” Tom affirmed, turning to face me once more. “I love sex, and I’m not about to limit my chances by restricting myself to one side of the playground. Something tells me that you feel the same. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
“Yeah—I think you’re hot as fuck,” I confessed. “I used to jack off in my bed on the nights when you and Dad would drink beers on the back porch, fantasizing that you would come up to my room and get under the covers with me.”
“Well, that doesn’t have to be a fantasy anymore,” Tom pulled me into him, his muscular arms wrapping around my body. “Come upstairs with me,” he invited, his breath hot at my ear. “I want you to fuck the shit outta me with that big cock.”
Five minutes later, I was flat on my back upon Tom’s bed as he sucked my big cock, my shaft disappearing beneath his thick stache. Jesus, the man had some mad oral skills—far better than the toothy blowjobs I was used to receiving from clueless bitches. His throat was a fucking Hoover on my big one, his lips locked on my shaft, repeatedly taking me from base to tip in his throat pussy.
“I could suck you all night,” Tom shared, coming up for air. “But I’m not looking to be fed tonight. I want your load up my ass.”
I watched in eager anticipation as Tom sat up and straddled me, his muscular thighs on either side of my body. With his meaty fist, he reached around and grabbed my cock, guiding it to his awaiting hole. And then in one, swift motion, Tom promptly sat upon my cock.
“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, my head tipping back in ecstasy upon the pillow beneath me, my cock probing deep into his warm abyss.
“Christ, I love riding a big dick,” Tom moaned, sliding all the way down on my member, my balls mashed against his tight hole. “Damn, you’ve got a hole stretcher.”
Deftly, he proceeded to ride me hard, twerking his ass upon my rigid rod. No bitch had ever enjoyed taking my cock in that position, always complaining that it was too much work. But Tom wasn’t afraid of a little work—his fuck canal gripping my big one hard, methodically working out my load.
“Fuck, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” I exclaimed, propping my arms behind my head as I watched him. “No bitch has ever ridden my cock like this.”
“Well, I’m no bitch,” Tom winked, grinding down hard on me, mashing into my pelvis. “Only a true man can ride a cock this big.”
His hands moved to my chest, his fingers digging into my pecs as he leaned forward and raised his ass. The change in angle was mind-blowing, my big dick drilling even deeper into his fuck canal. I looked up as Tom’s eyes began to roll back into his head, his cock growing rock hard as it pounded against my abs rhythmically.
“I’m—I’m gonna shoot,” he warned, his voice deep and gravely, his cock head purple and swollen. “OH FUCK—FUCK,” he grunted, his load blasting from his cock and spraying all over my face and chest. I opened my mouth, extending my tongue, tasting his creamy ambrosia as it rained upon me. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt, his sphincter pulsing around my cock with each spurt of his dick.
“FUCK,” I gasped, my own cock swelling in his depths, my own orgasm awakened by the seismic waves in Tom’s bowels that were consuming my cock. “Shit, man—I’m gonna—I’m gonna—AWW FUCK—AWW SHIT,” my body convulsed under him, my warm load flooding his guts.
Tom continued to ride me like a bucking bronco, my cum spurting into his bowels as his own cock continued to spill his seed upon my body. Our shared ejaculations were the most intense orgasm that I had ever experienced.
“Damn, I needed that,” Tom exhaled, collapsing his weight upon my body as our cocks gave up the last of our seed in unison. Our bodies remained melded together, the beast with two backs, until Tom finally dismounted. My cock flopped audibly against my thigh, my pearly load escaping his gaping hole and pooling on the sheet below us.
“Jesus, I made a fucking mess of you,” he apologized, my body covered in his pearly load. “How about a shower?” he offered, pulling me off the bed and leading me into his bathroom. Within minutes, my cock was back inside Tom, fucking his sloppy hole up against the tile wall of the shower as steam billowed around us.
The rest of the weekend turned into a debaucherous fuck-fest as we screwed almost non-stop. We took short breaks to eat and sleep. But after only an hour of shuteye, I would awaken to my dick down Tom’s throat, readying me for his greedy cunt again.
I made it back home on Sunday night, my balls fully depleted, arriving a mere thirty minutes before my parents returned from their weekend trip. Mom gave me a peck on the cheek before heading upstairs to do the unpacking. Dad lingered behind, looking at his phone before pulling a beer out of the fridge.
“Tom texted me just now,” Dad began, popping open the beer. “He said that you were at his house all weekend.”
“Yeah, we hung out at his pool, and—”
“Did you fuck him?” Dad asked pointedly.
“Wait—what?” I played dumb.
“You heard me,” Dad doubled down. “It’s a simple question, son. Did you fuck Tom’s ass?”
“Yeah,” I admitted sheepishly, unable to look Dad in the eye. “I fucked him.”
“That’s my boy,” Dad held up the palm of his hand to high-five me. “Tom’s cunt is fucking incredible.”
“Wait—you’ve fucked him, too?”
“More times than I can count,” Dad winked. “Your mother is gonna be out Wednesday night for her book club. I’ll invite Tom over for beers. You won’t believe how much he loves having two cocks up his ass at once.”
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“You ain’t gonna tell nobody about this, right?” Travis asked, fumbling to remove his jeans in my darkened bedroom, the bright hallway light illuminating every ripple of his toned body.
“Nah—I won’t tell nobody,” I assured him. “Now get that big dick in me.”
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“Do I know you or something?” the DILF hottie grimaced, catching me red-handed as I overtly ogled his incredible body by the resort pool, his skimpy speedo leaving little to the imagination. “Because you sure seem to be staring at me a lot.”
Admittedly, I had been staring unabashedly. He and his two kids were at the resort pool all morning, laughing and splashing about. Breeders always turn me on, and this breeder was really doing it for me—the muscles, the beard, the hairy chest, the way his cock shifted in his speedo when he walked around the pool deck. A total DILF.
I didn’t see his wife around, which only emboldened me all the more. But as soon as the kids ran off to the three-story pool slide, he called me out for staring at him. I was mortified.
“I’m so sorry,” I stammered, red in the face. “I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s—it’s okay,” he put up his hand to stop me. “I’m sure you didn’t mean to be rude. I’m just in a pissy mood today, and every little thing is setting me off.”
“We’ve all been there,” I sympathized. “I can watch your kids for a little while, if you just need a breather. I have two nephews, so I know what it’s like.”
“No, it’s not that,” he refused. “But maybe you can go upstairs and tell my wife to put down her fucking work laptop and join her family on our family vacation.”
“That—that sucks,” I sympathized. “It sounds like your needs aren’t being met.” I was laying it on thick.
“That’s a fucking understatement,” he laughed, not missing the subtext as he adjusted his speedo.
“What’s your deal?” he asked directly, locking eyes on me. “You on vacation here, too?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “Well, it was supposed to be a romantic getaway with my boyfriend, but we broke up last week. I’d already paid for everything, so here I am—alone.”
“His loss,” he sympathized, eyeing me up and down. “Take my advice and get yourself laid while you’re here. You’ll be over him in no time if you can get yourself some dick.”
That was indeed my goal. And maybe this hot DILF could help me out with that? There was only one way to find out.
“Umm—this might sound forward,” I began, my heart pounding in my chest, “but would you maybe want to join me for a friendly drink at the bar later tonight? I mean, if your wife is still busy.”
“This might be forward,” he replied, “but wouldn’t you rather I just dropped by your room tonight and fucked you?”
Speechless, my jaw flew open. Had this hot married DILF actually propositioned me? I mean, I was certainly leading him in that direction, but DAMN.
“What’s your room number?” he asked, eyeing his kids on the slide.
“528,” I replied eagerly.
“Okay,” he nodded. “Here’s how this is gonna go down. Give me your key card, so I can get into your room quietly tonight. They’ll give you another one at the front desk.”
“Uh—okay,” I agreed, fishing my key card out of my swim trunks and handing it over to him.
“Now At 11 pm,” he further detailed, “I want you ass up on your bed, your hole prepped and ready. I do not wear condoms, so don’t bother putting one out for me. I’ll slip into your room, pound my nut in you, and then bolt. That work?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, dumbstruck by his authority.
“Now get the fuck away from me,” he ordered, “I see my kids returning. And don’t say another fucking word or even look at me if you see me around today, okay? Play your cards right, and you’ll get this big cock tonight.”
We parted ways, and I went up to my room. I avoided the pool the rest of the day, too afraid I might run into him with his family and fuck things up. The hours couldn’t pass fast enough until 11 pm.
At five minutes to the designated hour, freshly showered, my hole prepped and ready for him, I took my place on all fours at the edge the bed and waited. At exactly 11 pm, I heard the key card engaging the lock to my door.
“Fuck yeah,” the DILF growled, finding me upon the bed. “I got a big load in these balls for you.”
Turning my head to look back at him, I watched as he pulled off his t-shirt and yanked off his shorts, tossing them on the floor. His big, floppy cock began to expand rapidly. Stepping up to the plate, he began to rub his hard cock up and down my wet hole, teasing me.
“You thought you were so clever this morning, stalking me by the pool, hoping to get my cock,” he sneered as he continued to tease my hole. “But I was one step ahead of you.”
He paused, then slowly began to push his fat cock head against my hole, barely breaching the soft, pink folds of my sphincter. And then came his confession.
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned after ten years of marriage,” he began, “it’s that my best chance of getting my big dick wet on vacation is to find some eager cock slut like you. That’s why I wear the skimpy speedo—it’s like catnip to you horny gay dudes. As soon as I saw you salivating over me by the pool this morning, I knew I was going to have my big cock in you tonight.”
He paused again, his fat cock head slowly pushing inward, just beginning to stretch me. He had brought me to that slight moment of discomfort for a bottom, just before the fun begins.
“And now that I’ve got you where I want you, totally at my mercy,” he hissed in my ear, “I’m gonna fuck the living shit out of you.”
“FUCK,” I cried out as he rammed into me with a violent thrust, my hole split in two. He gave me no time to adjust, no chance to take a deep breath as he opened me. He was already pounding me at a ridiculous pace, the headboard banging against the wall.
“FUCK,” I cried out again.
“Yeah, bitch,” he barked, his balls smacking my ass. “Scream your fuckin’ head off. It’ll only make me pound your cunt harder.”
Harder? Was that even possible?
The DILF had released a torrent of rage on my ass. This was clearly a man who wasn’t getting what he needed at home, so he was taking it out on my ass angrily. And the fucked up part? The fucked up part was that I was loving it.
“Yeah, take this big cock, bitch,” he grunted in my ear. Over and over, he slammed into me, his cock drilling into me deeper and deeper. “Yeah, open that pussy wider for me.”
I don’t know if it was the incredible girth of his thick shaft, or the unrelenting pounding that he was delivering, but he was getting me good. Really good. My cock was responding in turn, rigid with a string of precum dangling from the tip in a swinging free fall.
Though neither of us had touched my cock, I was about to shoot. There was no stopping it.
“I’m—I’m gonna bust,” I announced urgently.
“The fuck I care?” he scoffed, his hands on my hips as he proceeded to assault my hole. “Shoot if you gotta shoot.”
And so I did, all over the bed. “FUCK,” I screamed as my load sprayed out from me, his big cock still buried in me, his pace steady. The duality of the moment was overwhelming. It was for him, too.
“Shit, dude. I can feel you cumming,” he marveled as my sphincter gripped and pulsed around his cock throughout my orgasm. I was milking his cock from within, all while busting my own nut. It was what I needed to get him there.
“I’m getting close,” he announced, his breathing quickening, his swelling cock driving into me over and over. “Get ready for it. I’m gonna—I’m gonna—FUCK—FUCK.”
A torrent of cum released in me, his big dick throbbing in my depths. My legs gave out as he collapsed upon me on the bed, our sweaty bodies fused. His breath was at my ear, almost tender, as his balls gave out the last of him.
“Christ, I needed that,” he announced while pushing himself off of me, extracting his cock from my depths. His massive load, pearly and viscous, gushed from my gaping hole.
“Shit, I really made a mess of you,” he laughed, reaching for his clothes.
“You sure you don’t want a shower?” I offered as he pulled on his shorts, stuffing his big wet cock into them. “You shouldn’t go back to your wife smelling of sex.”
“Smelling of sex?” he scoffed, yanking on his shirt. “I doubt that bitch can even remember what sex smells like.”
He turned to leave. The deed done. His mission accomplished.
“Oh—uh—thanks for—uh—taking it up the ass for me,” he expressed his gratuity awkwardly as he reached for the door. “And remember, you don’t say shit to me if you see me around.”
And then he was gone, his warm load dripping down my leg as I ambled to the shower on weak legs. He had fucked the living shit out of me, as promised, and I had loved every minute of it.
They were at the breakfast buffet the next morning—his whole family, including the wife. She was pretty, but gave off a frigid bitch vibe. I made a point to take a table on the opposite side of the restaurant. I was too afraid I might find myself staring at him again, thinking about him breeding me the night before, his load still swimming in my bowels.
I had made a second trip to the waffle station, when I felt someone behind me, hot breath at my ear. Instantly, I froze.
“My wife is taking the kids to feed the dolphins this morning,” the DILF whispered, coffee on his breath. “I want your ass on your bed and ready for me again in thirty minutes. I still have your key.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“Do I know you or something?” the DILF hottie grimaced, catching me red-handed as I overtly ogled his incredible body by the resort pool, his skimpy speedo leaving little to the imagination. “Because you sure seem to be staring at me a lot.”
Admittedly, I had been staring unabashedly. He and his two kids were at the resort pool all morning, laughing and splashing about. Breeders always turn me on, and this breeder was really doing it for me—the muscles, the beard, the hairy chest, the way his cock shifted in his speedo when he walked around the pool deck. A total DILF.
I didn’t see his wife around, which only emboldened me all the more. But as soon as the kids ran off to the three-story pool slide, he called me out for staring at him. I was mortified.
“I’m so sorry,” I stammered, red in the face. “I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s—it’s okay,” he put up his hand to stop me. “I’m sure you didn’t mean to be rude. I’m just in a pissy mood today, and every little thing is setting me off.”
“We’ve all been there,” I sympathized. “I can watch your kids for a little while, if you just need a breather. I have two nephews, so I know what it’s like.”
“No, it’s not that,” he refused. “But maybe you can go upstairs and tell my wife to put down her fucking work laptop and join her family on our family vacation.”
“That—that sucks,” I sympathized. “It sounds like your needs aren’t being met.” I was laying it on thick.
“That’s a fucking understatement,” he laughed, not missing the subtext as he adjusted his speedo.
“What’s your deal?” he asked directly, locking eyes on me. “You on vacation here, too?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “Well, it was supposed to be a romantic getaway with my boyfriend, but we broke up last week. I’d already paid for everything, so here I am—alone.”
“His loss,” he sympathized, eyeing me up and down. “Take my advice and get yourself laid while you’re here. You’ll be over him in no time if you can get yourself some dick.”
That was indeed my goal. And maybe this hot DILF could help me out with that? There was only one way to find out.
“Umm—this might sound forward,” I began, my heart pounding in my chest, “but would you maybe want to join me for a friendly drink at the bar later tonight? I mean, if your wife is still busy.”
“This might be forward,” he replied, “but wouldn’t you rather I just dropped by your room tonight and fucked you?”
Speechless, my jaw flew open. Had this hot married DILF actually propositioned me? I mean, I was certainly leading him in that direction, but DAMN.
“What’s your room number?” he asked, eyeing his kids on the slide.
“528,” I replied eagerly.
“Okay,” he nodded. “Here’s how this is gonna go down. Give me your key card, so I can get into your room quietly tonight. They’ll give you another one at the front desk.”
“Uh—okay,” I agreed, fishing my key card out of my swim trunks and handing it over to him.
“Now At 11 pm,” he further detailed, “I want you ass up on your bed, your hole prepped and ready. I do not wear condoms, so don’t bother putting one out for me. I’ll slip into your room, pound my nut in you, and then bolt. That work?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, dumbstruck by his authority.
“Now get the fuck away from me,” he ordered, “I see my kids returning. And don’t say another fucking word or even look at me if you see me around today, okay? Play your cards right, and you’ll get this big cock tonight.”
We parted ways, and I went up to my room. I avoided the pool the rest of the day, too afraid I might run into him with his family and fuck things up. The hours couldn’t pass fast enough until 11 pm.
At five minutes to the designated hour, freshly showered, my hole prepped and ready for him, I took my place on all fours at the edge the bed and waited. At exactly 11 pm, I heard the key card engaging the lock to my door.
“Fuck yeah,” the DILF growled, finding me upon the bed. “I got a big load in these balls for you.”
Turning my head to look back at him, I watched as he pulled off his t-shirt and yanked off his shorts, tossing them on the floor. His big, floppy cock began to expand rapidly. Stepping up to the plate, he began to rub his hard cock up and down my wet hole, teasing me.
“You thought you were so clever this morning, stalking me by the pool, hoping to get my cock,” he sneered as he continued to tease my hole. “But I was one step ahead of you.”
He paused, then slowly began to push his fat cock head against my hole, barely breaching the soft, pink folds of my sphincter. And then came his confession.
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned after ten years of marriage,” he began, “it’s that my best chance of getting my big dick wet on vacation is to find some eager cock slut like you. That’s why I wear the skimpy speedo—it’s like catnip to you horny gay dudes. As soon as I saw you salivating over me by the pool this morning, I knew I was going to have my big cock in you tonight.”
He paused again, his fat cock head slowly pushing inward, just beginning to stretch me. He had brought me to that slight moment of discomfort for a bottom, just before the fun begins.
“And now that I’ve got you where I want you, totally at my mercy,” he hissed in my ear, “I’m gonna fuck the living shit out of you.”
“FUCK,” I cried out as he rammed into me with a violent thrust, my hole split in two. He gave me no time to adjust, no chance to take a deep breath as he opened me. He was already pounding me at a ridiculous pace, the headboard banging against the wall.
“FUCK,” I cried out again.
“Yeah, bitch,” he barked, his balls smacking my ass. “Scream your fuckin’ head off. It’ll only make me pound your cunt harder.”
Harder? Was that even possible?
The DILF had released a torrent of rage on my ass. This was clearly a man who wasn’t getting what he needed at home, so he was taking it out on my ass angrily. And the fucked up part? The fucked up part was that I was loving it.
“Yeah, take this big cock, bitch,” he grunted in my ear. Over and over, he slammed into me, his cock drilling into me deeper and deeper. “Yeah, open that pussy wider for me.”
I don’t know if it was the incredible girth of his thick shaft, or the unrelenting pounding that he was delivering, but he was getting me good. Really good. My cock was responding in turn, rigid with a string of precum dangling from the tip in a swinging free fall.
Though neither of us had touched my cock, I was about to shoot. There was no stopping it.
“I’m—I’m gonna bust,” I announced urgently.
“The fuck I care?” he scoffed, his hands on my hips as he proceeded to assault my hole. “Shoot if you gotta shoot.”
And so I did, all over the bed. “FUCK,” I screamed as my load sprayed out from me, his big cock still buried in me, his pace steady. The duality of the moment was overwhelming. It was for him, too.
“Shit, dude. I can feel you cumming,” he marveled as my sphincter gripped and pulsed around his cock throughout my orgasm. I was milking his cock from within, all while busting my own nut. It was what I needed to get him there.
“I’m getting close,” he announced, his breathing quickening, his swelling cock driving into me over and over. “Get ready for it. I’m gonna—I’m gonna—FUCK—FUCK.”
A torrent of cum released in me, his big dick throbbing in my depths. My legs gave out as he collapsed upon me on the bed, our sweaty bodies fused. His breath was at my ear, almost tender, as his balls gave out the last of him.
“Christ, I needed that,” he announced while pushing himself off of me, extracting his cock from my depths. His massive load, pearly and viscous, gushed from my gaping hole.
“Shit, I really made a mess of you,” he laughed, reaching for his clothes.
“You sure you don’t want a shower?” I offered as he pulled on his shorts, stuffing his big wet cock into them. “You shouldn’t go back to your wife smelling of sex.”
“Smelling of sex?” he scoffed, yanking on his shirt. “I doubt that bitch can even remember what sex smells like.”
He turned to leave. The deed done. His mission accomplished.
“Oh—uh—thanks for—uh—taking it up the ass for me,” he expressed his gratuity awkwardly as he reached for the door. “And remember, you don’t say shit to me if you see me around.”
And then he was gone, his warm load dripping down my leg as I ambled to the shower on weak legs. He had fucked the living shit out of me, as promised, and I had loved every minute of it.
They were at the breakfast buffet the next morning—his whole family, including the wife. She was pretty, but gave off a frigid bitch vibe. I made a point to take a table on the opposite side of the restaurant. I was too afraid I might find myself staring at him again, thinking about him breeding me the night before, his load still swimming in my bowels.
I had made a second trip to the waffle station, when I felt someone behind me, hot breath at my ear. Instantly, I froze.
“My wife is taking the kids to feed the dolphins this morning,” the DILF whispered, coffee on his breath. “I want your ass on your bed and ready for me again in thirty minutes. I still have your key.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“Sorry for the wait,” he apologized, holding up a Beef n’ Cheddar sandwich in a paper bag as I waited in my car, the outline of his huge cock bulging through his pants with each step. There was definitely more beef in his pants than in that paper bag. “You need any sauces—horsey, ketchup?” he asked.
“Nah. I’m good,” I assured him, grabbing the greasy bag through my window, tossing it onto the passenger seat. “You’re Brax, right? Brax Jennings?”
“Uh—yeah,” he acknowledged quizzically, not recognizing me.
“I’m Dylan—Dylan Parker,” I reminded him. “We went to Central High together.”
“Okay,” Brax shrugged with no apparent recollection of me.
“You don’t remember me?” I prompted. “You fucked me once.”
“Dude. You must be thinking of someone else,” he spat. “I don’t fuck guys.”
“Umm—you fucked me,” I insisted. “You and Curtis Wright and about twelve other guys. You all tagged me in my basement.”
“Jesus,” his eyes got wide. “That was you?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “I’m not surprised you don’t recognize my face, since you mostly saw my ass and the back of my head.”
“Right,” Brax laughed awkwardly. “Some crazy shit went down that night.”
Some crazy shit, indeed.
My parents went out of town a week after graduation. Repressed and closeted, I was determined to finally get my ass cherry popped. But how? I had been the only gay guy at my school, a lone wolf with no playmate in sight. But I soon had a plan.
My next door neighbor was Curtis Wright, quarterback of the football team. Curtis and I were hardly friends, but he was at least nice to me. When I offered up my house to Curtis and a few of his football buddies, along with a shitload of beer, Curtis gladly seized the opportunity.
Getting the guys was easy. Procuring the beer was more of a challenge, since I wasn’t yet twenty-one. But with a little ingenuity, I was able to score a free keg at the local beer shop. Ten minutes after closing, the balding, married owner fed me his load in exchange for a keg of Bud. His cum was thick and pungent, but getting that free keg was worth swallowing every last drop of his warm jizz. Everything was going to plan.
That evening, with my parents away for the night, Curtis and twelve of his buds from the football team, including the legendarily hung Brax Jennings, showed up to my house. With an ample supply of beer and pussy porn playing on my dad’s big screen in the basement, it wasn’t long before they were all drunk. Soon, with their big dicks pulled out, they were jacking to a blonde porn bitch in a cheerleader skirt getting banged by a crowd of hung porn jocks.
Bending over a chair adjacent to the TV, my hole pre-prepped and ready, it was only a matter of minutes before one of the football studs mounted my virgin cunt, grunting his load into me as the other guys watched and cheered ecstatically.
For the next six hours, the hung football studs—guys who would never dare to acknowledge me in school—tagged me over and over, dumping load after load in me. Go big or go home, right?
Brax had the biggest dick in the group, which was no surprise. His conquests were extensive. Girls at school opened their legs for him simply for the bragging rights. His ten-incher was the Mount Everest of Central High—a mountain I climbed five times that crazy night, Brax dumping his load in me each time.
And so, four years later, when I had finished college and moved back home with my parents while I looked for a job, I made it a priority to get Brax’s ten-inch dick in me once more. When I found out he was working at a fast-food place up the street, the chips fell into place.
“How long you worked here?” I asked Brax as he stood awkwardly at my car, in no hurry to get back to work.
“Six months. It’s just a job,” he shrugged. Brax had always been the epitome of the dumb jock at school. All his brains were in his big cock, it was often joked. “College didn’t really work out for me.”
“You wanna hang out some time?” I offered, knowing his answer in advance.
“I dunno, dude,” he evaded predictably. “I’m kinda busy most of the time.”
“You wanna fuck my ass again?”
“What?”
“You heard me. You want to fuck my tight ass again? Get that big cock in me?”
“I don’t—I’m not sure—” he stammered, his cock expanding in his pants, betraying his intentions.
“I tell you what, Brax,” I announced. “I’m going to park here and go inside to use the bathroom. If you want to fuck my ass within the next five minutes, you’ll know where to find me.”
“Whatever,” he mumbled dismissively before turning to go back inside the restaurant.
I followed Brax inside, hanging a right at the pickup counter, and traversing the long hallway to the men’s room. It was a single occupancy bathroom, thankfully. I wasn’t in there thirty seconds before Brax barged inside.
“We gotta make this quick,” he barked, securing the latch on the door. “I could get my ass fired for this.”
Dropping my pants and bending over the sink, my ass pre-prepped and ready like before, I presented my pink, puckered hole to Brax. “Shove it in me,” I commanded, knowing time was of the essence.
“I can’t believe I’m fuckin’ doing this again,” he mumbled under his breath, unzipping his pants, pulling out that ten-incher. His meaty hands were at my hips and then—BAM—Brax was inside me.
His hands moving to my shoulders, Brax began his assault on my hole, pounding the living shit out of me. My hands gripped the sink, his big cock routing my depths, stretching my hole to the max.
“You take a lot of dick in college?” Brax asked, his balls smacking my ass.
“Yeah,” I exhaled, barely able to speak, my mind flooded with memories of the many fraternity parties in which, locked away in some remote room, I took cock after cock—frat guys breeding me over and over. “Yeah—I guess you could say I was a bit of a slut.”
“That’s fuckin’ hot,” Brax approved, smacking my ass. “I love a slutty bitch.”
This slutty bitch was loving him—more specifically, his huge ten-incher. Jesus, it felt good inside me, my eyes rolling back into my head as Brax pummeled me.
“I’m getting close,” he barked urgently. I tightened my sphincter, gripping him from within, milking him. “FUCK—Oh SHIT—Here it comes.”
A shock wave pulsed through my depths, an orgasm so intense that Brax shoved me forward, my head hitting the mirror over the sink. But I didn’t care. I was too busy relishing the feeling of his cum inside me once more, grinding my ass on him as his balls emptied in my void.
“I gotta get back to work,” he announced abruptly, pulling out of me, his load escaping my gaping hole and splatting onto the nasty bathroom tile.
I went back the next day, but this time I didn’t bother placing an order. Brax caught my eye as soon as I walked in the door. Five minutes later, he pounded another load into me as I gripped the bathroom sink. And so our daily fucks in the restaurant bathroom commenced. Brax never turned me away, always eager to dump a load in me.
It was over an order of curly fries, during his lunch break one day, that Brax confessed why he was always so eager to fuck me. It turned out having a big dick was no longer enough to score pussy. Girls our age wanted more than bragging rights—they wanted flowers, jewelry, expensive dinners. On Brax’s meager paycheck, he couldn’t afford any of that. Thus, his right hand became his only partner for sex—until my hole became available to him.
We had a good thing in that bathroom every afternoon, but all good things must come to an end. Brax was balls deep in me one day, at the precipice of orgasm, when his manager walked in on us. Brax had forgotten to latch the door. Startled at being caught, he pulled out of me just as he was cumming, his pearly load spraying my ass and the floor. Brax was fired immediately, grateful the manager didn’t press charges for public indecency.
Things only got worse for Brax. His parents, tired of supporting his lazy ass when he couldn’t keep a job, gave him a week to move out. When he texted me, wanting to meet behind the bowling alley to fuck me in my car, I gave Brax the good news.
I had gotten a job and no longer needed to live with my parents, having signed a lease for an apartment that morning. The place was a one bedroom, but Brax was welcome to share my bed—provided he was willing to drain his balls in my ass on a regular basis. It was an offer he couldn’t refuse.
So Brax now lives with me. I’m not going to pretend that he’s my boyfriend—it’s nothing like that. Brax is more like a living, breathing, life-size, fuck doll with a ten-inch cock who drinks all my beer and never remembers to lower the toilet seat. But it’s a small price to pay for living with an enormously hung himbo who pounds my eager ass with his big cock as often as I want.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled slowly, my head tipping back in ecstasy, his hand bracing against my chest as my big cock exploded in his mouth. I’d never let a dude go down on me before—never would have even considered it. But I was loving it. How the fuck did this happen?
It had been a rough year. I had knocked up a girl on our third date. That’s what I get for spurning condoms. In my defense, she told me she was on the pill—allegedly. As soon as she saw the two pink lines on the pee stick, she knew she wanted to keep the baby. Having grown up with an absent dad, I wasn’t going to do that to my own kid. So I did the honorable thing and married her, even though I was not ready to be done with sowing my wild oats at a mere 22 years old.
She had a difficult pregnancy, so sex went out the window almost immediately. I thought things would change once the baby came, but I was deluded. First she was too sore to fuck, then too tired after taking care of the baby all day. I was condemned to a life of rubbing one out in the shower each morning, watching my load circling down the drain—my sex life with it.
To add insult to injury, money was tight. My day job wasn’t paying our bills, so I started working for Grubhub at night for extra cash. I enjoyed getting out of the house, a break from my wife and the baby. And I really liked all the people that I met, delivering everything from smoothies to burgers to pricey lobster dinners.
That’s how I met Martin. He had ordered a bowl of pozole from Mamacita, an authentic Mexican place across town. He had opted for hand delivery, so I rang the doorbell with his warm soup packed up carefully for him.
“I’ve got a Grubhub delivery for Martin,” I announced as the door opened.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he blurted out upon seeing me, his eyes traversing my face to my crotch in under a second. “Jesus—I’m sorry. That was rude. I can never keep my stupid mouth shut.”
“It’s—it’s really okay,” I assured him, not wanting him to give me a low star rating, though I was a bit embarrassed. I was used to gay guys ogling me covertly at the gym, but I’d never had a guy openly compliment my looks. And even though I wasn’t gay, I had to admit it felt good to be noticed.
“Do you want to come inside for a drink?” Martin offered, while taking his delivery from me. “Or some of this soup? It’s really good, and I can never eat it all.”
“No thanks. I—uh—”
But before I could finish, he noticed my wedding band and immediately blurted out, “Oh, Jesus—you’re married, and I’m betting to a woman.”
“Yeah,” I affirmed.
“I’m such a fucking idiot,” he lamented, smacking his palm to his forehead. “Why am I always attracted to straight guys?!”
I shrugged, not knowing what to say. Objectively, he was a handsome guy. It didn’t make me gay to admit that. He looked to be a few years older than me, and had an athletic body. He seemed to be someone I would be friends with outside of a food delivery transaction. But he also seemed lonely, and I could relate to that. I was married with a kid, but had never felt so lonely in all my life.
And I think he sensed that in me.
“You—you sure you can’t come inside for a few minutes?” Martin offered again, his eyes pleading with me.
“I really can’t—” I began to protest.
“I’m like totally down to suck you off,” he interrupted with a brazen offer. “No strings. Just some easy head for you. Dump and go.”
Christ. What had I gotten myself into?
“I really can’t stay,” I backed away, making a beeline for my car in his driveway.
“Come back anytime,” he called to me as I slid into the driver seat. “My offer stands.”
I drove around for an hour after that, not accepting any more delivery orders. My mind was reeling. I’d never been propositioned by a guy before. One part of me was offended, and yet another part was flattered. But mostly—I was interested.
A no-strings blow job, he had promised. Dump and go. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that my big cock stirred at the thought. Other than my right hand, my cock had seen no action in over a year. My mind was made up.
“I was hoping you’d come back,” Martin smiled upon opening his door to me once more. “Come inside.”
He led me into his living room, and gestured to a plush couch, opposite a large screen TV. The place was nice, far nicer than the shitty apartment I shared with my wife and kid.
“You want a drink?” Martin offered. “I’ve got a nice bottle of whiskey open.”
“No thanks,” I declined, wanting to keep my wits.
“You ever done this before?” he prompted, taking a seat next to me on the couch. “Gotten your dick sucked by a guy?”
“Nope,” I shook my head. “I’m kinda nervous.”
“It’s cool,” Martin smiled warmly. “There’s a first time for everything. And I think you’ll like it. I’m told I give killer head.” That sounded promising, but I was still nervous as fuck.
“I can put on some porn,” he offered, gesturing to the large screen TV. “I’ve got a good selection of straight porn saved in my queue for guys like you.”
“Nah,” I demurred, wondering how many other straight guys like me had been sucked off on his couch. Probably more than I’d prefer to know. I glanced at the cushions for cum stains, but didn’t see any.
An awkward silence followed. My cock was aching to be sucked, but my brain was telling me to get the fuck out of there. I was getting cold feet rapidly, and Martin could sense it.
“We can chat some more, if you like. Get to know each other a bit,” he offered. “Or we can just get right to it—get that big cock down my warm throat.”
“Let’s just do it,” I opted, adjusting my swollen cock through my jeans. I was eager to get the deed done before I changed my mind.
“Take off your shirt,” he ordered, sliding off the couch and positioning himself on the floor between my knees. I duly complied, tossing my shirt onto an adjacent chair.
“Fuck, you’ve got a hot body,” Martin exclaimed, licking his lips as he ran his hands over my chest. “And I love that you’re hairy. Looks like you keep it clipped rather short?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “My wife doesn’t like me to get too hairy.”
“Bitches,” he laughed. “They have no clue that fur is sexy on a man.”
Martin then ran his hand along my bulging crotch, tracing the outline of my swollen cock. “Damn, bro,” he exclaimed. “You’re hard as a rock. When did you last bust a nut?”
“This morning—in the shower,” I replied sheepishly. “But don’t worry, I always shoot a big load.”
“Mmmm,” Martin purred, undoing my jeans. “I fucking love a big load.”
My rock hard cock erupted from my pants, nearly smacking Martin in the eye as he unzipped me and pulled my pants down around my ankles. Purple and dripping precum, my dick was ready for action.
“Christ, you’re hung,” he gasped, drooling over my endowment. “You’re what, like eight or nine inches?”
“Nine inches,” I confirmed unabashedly. “It’s a real pussy splitter.”
“I can tell,” Martin acknowledged, diving into it, ravenously licking my big dick over and over from balls to tip like a popsicle, my precum running down the side.
Fuck, it felt amazing.
“That feel good?” Martin paused, saliva stringing from the tip of my cock to his lips.
“Fucking amazing,” I acknowledged, the stress of life melting from my body.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he winked before swallowing my whole cock, taking the entire length of my veiny shaft down his throat in a single gulp, my hairy balls pressed against his chin.
“FUCK,” I cried out, having never been deep throated all the way before. Most girls who had even attempted to suck me usually only managed to swallow the first few inches of my big one before raking my shaft with their teeth, abruptly ending the encounter.
Martin went straight to work, bobbing up and down on my cock with a steady rhythm, eerily familiar to the pace I employ when I’m dipping my stick or jacking off. Jesus, he knew how to suck a dick. Instinctively, my arms moved up behind my head and rested on the back of the couch. My only goal was to enjoy the sheer bliss of his talent—and the dude had talent in spades.
With one arm stroking my hairy chest, teasing my nips on and off, his other hand moved to my balls. Massaging and tugging lightly on my round, ripe beauties, I knew he was going to work a big load out of me.
“Fuck you’re good,” I moaned, my shaft slipping back and forth between his supple lips, my cock head battering his tonsils.
“I’m glad you like it,” he cooed, coming up for a brief breath of air, drool and precum glistening on his chin. “I fucking love sucking a big dick—and you’ve definitely got a big one.”
My cock was loving his warm throat. I couldn’t imagine his service could get any better—until it did. Locking his lips tightly around my shaft, he gripped my cock and began to bob up and down rapidly on my cock, essentially jerking me with his mouth. It was incredibly intense, a sensation beyond belief. And my aching balls were responding.
I tried to hold back, really I did. But I couldn’t resist the pressure mounting in my balls, rising in my shaft. A wave of pleasure coursed through my cock and ricocheted through my body, my load imminent. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I’m about to bust,” I announced urgently, Martin increasing his pace, bringing me closer and closer to climax. “You want to me to shoot in your mouth? You want to eat my load?”
“Mmm hmm,” Martin nodded, not once taking his lips off my throbbing cock. There was no turning back. I was rounding third and headed to home plate.
“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled slowly, my head tipping back in ecstasy, Martin’s hand bracing against my chest as my big cock exploded in his mouth. My body shook uncontrollably as shot after shot of my thick load went careening down his eager throat. With his eyes looking up at me like a supplicant, Martin swallowed every last drop until my balls were empty.
I slowly went soft in his mouth as he worked his tongue along the diminishing girth of my shaft, licking it clean. Finally releasing me, he cleaned my balls with his tongue, and gave a final suck to the tip of my cock, pulling that one last drop of cum out of me.
“Holy fuck,” I exclaimed in gratitude. “You are fucking amazing.”
“Thanks,” he smiled, wiping his cummy lips with the back of his hand. “You’ve got a great cock. You’re welcome to feed me a load anytime you need it.”
I thanked Martin, as I rose to my feet, weak in the knees as I pulled up my jeans and stuffed my spent cock back into them. My brain felt fuzzy, following possibly the best orgasm of my life.
Martin and I made small talk as I pulled on my shirt and put myself back in order. I assured him that I would return for more of his cock worship—soon, I promised.
“You know—you’re more than welcome to fuck my ass with that big thing the next time you return,” Martin offered as he saw me to the door. “I’ve got a tight cunt, and I’m known to be a power bottom. You’ll love my hole.”
I thanked him, but made no promises about fucking him. I wasn’t sure if that was a bridge I was ready to cross. A good blow job was all I needed.
But I thought about his offer that night while in bed, my wife snoring by my side, my kid sleeping in the next room. I would be kidding myself if I denied wanting to fuck Martin up the ass with my big dick, seeding his tight cunt. I had heard that ass feels really good—even better than pussy. And, hey, it’s not like the guy can get pregnant.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“Dude—what the fuck are you doing in here?” I gasped upon finding Chad, my sister’s recent ex-boyfriend, naked in my bed and stroking his big cock. I wanted to pinch myself, taking in his gorgeous face, those chiseled abs, and that big dick. Chad was straight, a total pussy hound. Surely, there had to be some mistake. “How did you get in here?” I demanded.
“Kayla told me to return the spare key she had given me, while she’s at work,” Chad explained. “But I thought I might wait here for you.”
“For me?” I responded incredulously.
“Let’s not pretend you’re not attracted to me,” Chad taunted, still stroking his cock. “I know you want me—and my big dick. Now’s your chance, bro.”
“I—I don’t think this is a good idea,” I protested feebly.
“Why not?” he countered. “Your sister dumped my ass. I’m a free man. I can stick my dick wherever I want—and I’m choosing your ass. You know you want this big cock.”
Chad was right. I did want his big cock. I used to eavesdrop on Kayla telling her girlfriends how Chad had a big one—a real pussy splitter—and that it was a lot to take. Sure, she was complaining. But I could tell she secretly loved getting dicked down by a big one. The two of us had that in common. And so it was nearly impossible to turn down Chad’s offer to give me that big dick. But I wasn’t going to make it easy on him.
“You just want to fuck me to get back at my sister for dumping your ass,” I argued.
“Yeah, that’s partly true,” Chad laughed. “But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re a slutty size queen who wants to ride me. It’s a win-win for both of us.”
A win-win. How could I argue with that?
“Okay,” I surrendered far too easily. “You can fuck me.”
“Good,” he smiled wickedly. “Then climb on this cock and ride it.”
Dutifully, I stripped down in front of him. Reaching into my bedside table, I pulled out a bottle of lube and a Trojan.
“You can forget about that condom,” he barked. “Kayla always made me wrap it so she wouldn’t get pregnant. But you’re gonna take my babies, got it?”
“Uh huh,” I nodded, secretly eager to have Chad’s warm load inside me.
Deftly, I lubed up my hole while Chad watched with eager anticipation. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Get that cunt good and wet for this big dick.”
With my hole readied for him, I tossed the lube aside. Climbing onto the bed, I straddled Chad—and promptly sat upon his big dick, expertly taking him to the balls.
“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled slowly. “Your hole is so fuckin’ tight.”
“Tighter than Kayla’s pussy?”
“Duh,” he laughed. “Now ride this big dick. Ride it like you own it.”
Placing my hands on Chad’s firm pecs, my hard cock resting on his washboard abs, I raised my hips and began to work my hole up and down his swollen shaft. Rhythmically, I worked his cock like a piston, taking every inch of him in and out of me—over and over.
“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he marveled, propping his muscular arms behind his head. “I think you’ve done this before.”
“You think?” I laughed in jest, grinding down on him harder.
“Your sister was always so vanilla when we fucked,” Chad shared as I continued to bob up and down on him. “But you—I always knew you’d be a dirty slut in bed.”
“I think you’ll find I’m nothing like Kayla,” I replied, activating my sphincter, gripping his cock from within me. Expertly, I contracted and released his shaft, massaging his cock inside my depths.
“Holy fuck,” he exhaled, his toes curling. “It’s like you’re jacking my cock with your ass. How the fuck are you doing that?”
“Lots of practice,” I purred, licking my lips, reveling in the feeling of his big cock inside of me—a cock that once belonged to my sister but was now mine.
Eagerly, I began to pick up the pace, riding Chad’s big dick like my life depended on it. Chad’s hands went to my hips, slamming my body up and down on him harder and harder, faster and faster—pushing his cock into my warm depths deeper and deeper. The pace was too fast, his desire too frenzied. It couldn’t last.
“Dude,” he warned, biting his lip, “I think I’m gonna—I’m gonna—FUCK, bro—get ready for it.”
“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Gimme that nut. Fuckin’ breed my ass.”
“FUCK,” Chad grunted in release, his head hitting the wall behind my bed as his body convulsed beneath me, his big cock throbbing rhythmically inside me. A warmth emanated from deep within me as his thick load coated my depths.
With his balls now fully emptied inside me, I quickly dismounted. Upon release, Chad’s wet, cum-slicked cock slapped against his meaty thigh. Ravenously, I dove between his legs and licked his cock clean, sucking the last bit of cum out of his cock slit.
“Damn, you are a dirty slut,” he laughed. “And full service.”
“I aim to please,” I smiled devilishly. “But you better get your ass outta here before Kayla gets home from work. You got what you came for.”
“Shit,” he scrambled off the bed, yanking on his crumpled clothes from off the floor. “Here,” he pulled out the spare key from his pocket. “I better leave this with you.”
“Nah,” I refused. “Keep the key. You can use it whenever you want to fuck me again.”
“Seriously?”
“Absolutely,” I affirmed.
And then Chad did something that I never would have expected—he pulled me into his arms and kissed me, tongue and all.
“I’ll be back later tonight,” he assured me with a slap on the ass. “So plan on giving up that sweet cunt to me again.”
“But—but what about Kayla?” I stammered.
“What about her?” Chad laughed. “Your sister dumped my ass, which means she gets no say as to where I stick my dick.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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“Good morning, stud,” my buddy’s dad greeted me when I awoke in his bed, a seductive smile upon his bearded face, his bedroom eyes fixed upon me. We were both completely naked, his muscular, hairy body pressed up against me, a pillow balled up under his head. “That was hot as fuck last night,” he winked at me, his hand reaching out, stroking my chest.
“Did—did we fuck last night?” I gasped, my brain trying to comprehend what was happening while still in the throes of a raging hangover.
“Hell yeah, we fucked last night,” he smiled, rolling on top of me, kissing my neck, his beard scratching my skin. “And the sex was fucking amazing.”
“Christ,” I groaned. “I let you put your dick in me?”
“No, Trevor,” he laughed, kissing down my treasure trail, his beard tickling my belly. “You put your dick in me—and busted two big loads up my ass.”
“But—but Mr. Anderson,” I protested. “I’m not gay—I fuck girls.”
“First, call me Rick,” he insisted. “There’s no need for formalities when you’ve had your dick inside me. And second, you might not be gay—but maybe you should tell that to your rock-hard cock?”
At that moment, Rick took my raging boner into his mouth and began to suck me. Instantly, he was deep throating me, my eight-incher sliding past his tonsils, my balls mashed against his chin.
“How—how did this happen?” I questioned, fighting the urge to push Rick off me while simultaneously enjoying the best damn head of my life. “The last thing I remember, Dylan and I were tossing back tequila with a couple of hot bitches at Coyote Jake’s,” I recalled. “Oh Christ, does Dylan know that I fucked his own father?”
“Calm down, Trevor,” Rick insisted, releasing my cock from his throat. “Dylan doesn’t know a thing. He’s still sleeping like the dead in his room. You two Ubered here shit-faced drunk at 2 am. I practically carried your wasted asses to Dylan’s room, where you both passed out cold.”
“But how did I end up in here—fucking you?” I demanded.
“I’m getting to that,” Rick sat up, gripping my hard cock in his fist, pumping it as he spoke. “At some point in the night you stumbled naked into my room, mumbling something about needing to smash some pussy.”
“I—I don’t remember that.”
“No shit,” Rick laughed, straddling my body, still stroking my cock. “You stumbled in here, grabbed that lube there on my bed table, greased up your cock, climbed on top of me in bed, and then shoved your big dick up my ass.”
And at that moment, upon explaining how I had ended up in his bed, Rick sat upon my big cock, taking me into his depths once more. Immediately, I was balls deep in the warmest, tightest hole imaginable.
“Fuuuuuck,” I exhaled, my head tipping back in ecstasy. “You’ve got a sweet cunt.”
“That’s exactly what you said last night when you shoved that big dick into me,” Rick laughed as he began to ride me, his hands upon my chest, his tight sphincter gliding up and down my rigid pole.
“Yeah, ride this big dick,” I exclaimed, casting off my inhibitions, embracing the act of fucking a dude. Rick’s tight hole was fucking amazing—far better than any pussy I ever had. I might as well enjoy it, I told myself.
“Fuck, I love riding a hung, young stud like you,” Rick bellowed, his pelvis gyrating atop me, his fuck canal gripping my cock from within.
“I—I didn’t know that you’re gay,” I admitted, getting my hips into the action, syncing my rhythm with his.
“After I divorced Dylan’s mom,” Rick began, my cock a piston in his hole. “I topped a few gay dudes, just needing to get my rocks off. But then this one guy convinced me to flip fuck with him and, after experiencing the sheer bliss of a big dick up my ass, there was no turning back.”
“But, don’t you feel like less of a man now?” I suggested. “You know, taking dick from guys?”
“Only a real man can take a cock up his ass,” Rick answered, his muscular, hairy body working my big dick, supporting himself on his powerful thighs. “I never feel more manly then when I’ve got a big cock inside me.”
I had to admit that it was hot watching this hunk of a man as he took charge of my cock, writhing upon it, inching me closer and closer to orgasm. Bitches always tired quickly when trying to ride my big one, but not Rick. He was riding me like a champ, an expert jockey upon a thoroughbred.
“Fuck, l want your cum,” Rick threw back his head, sweat dripping down his hairy chest as he increased his pace, riding me harder. His thighs slapped heavily against mine with each downbeat, my balls smacking his ass in return. “Breed me,” he begged.
“You’re about to get it,” I warned, biting my lip, trying to hold back my load. His talented hole was just too good, his expert moves coaxing my balls to give up their seed. “I’m getting close,” I exclaimed, the cum rising in my swelling shaft.
“Seed me,” he demanded, bucking hard on my engorged cock, my balls beginning to throb. “Shoot that load up my ass.”
“FUCK,” I growled, my cock detonating in his depths, my body convulsing beneath him. “FUCK—FUCK,” I continued to grunt loudly, my load spewing rhythmically, spraying the walls of his fuck canal with my warm seed.
“That’s it, baby,” Rick encouraged, holding still upon me, reveling in the feeling of my pulsing cock in his depths. “Empty those balls in me.” Slowly, my orgasm ebbed, my balls satiated.
“Fuck, that was good,” I exhaled as Rick dismounted me, my spent cock flopping audibly against my thigh, my pearly load gushing from his gaping hole. “You’ve got an incredible cunt,” I praised him. “We need to do this again—soon.”
But before Rick could respond, a figure appeared in the doorway. It was my buddy Dylan, leaning against the door jamb with his arms crossed over his hairy chest. He was in his boxer briefs, a look of disgust upon his face.
“Dylan,” I gasped, trying to cover my cum-slicked cock with my hands. “Don’t be mad, dude. It’s—it’s not what you think.”
“Jesus Christ, Dad,” Dylan reprimanded his father, ignoring me. “Why do you always give up your ass to all of my buddies? It’s really fucked up.”
“Don’t be jealous, Dylan,” Rick pushed himself upwards and onto all fours upon the bed, presenting his available ass to my buddy. “You know that I’ll always let you dump a load in me, anytime you want, son.”
I watched transfixed as Dylan pulled down the front of his briefs, resting the waistband beneath his heavy balls. His thick, eight-incher was raging hard, a drop of precum forming at the tip. Dylan quickly stepped up to the plate, grabbing his dad by the hips as he prepared to mount him.
“Jesus, Trevor,” Dylan exclaimed, turning his face to me as he pushed balls deep into his father. “You dumped a big fucking load in my dad’s ass. It’s wet as fuck all up in here.”
“You gonna give me some more cum, son?” Rick asked, twerking his used ass upon his son’s thick rod. “Shoot a big load in me?”
“You know it, Dad,” Dylan slapped Rick’s ass before digging into his shoulders, pounding him hard. I delighted in watching my buddy railing his own father as I slowly stroked my big dick, patiently awaiting my turn to pound another load into the slutty DILF.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
Trey’s eyes locked upon me as he sipped his mezcal mojito in the Tijuana taqueria just over the border. Jesus, he looked hot with his muscular, inked body stuffed into a skimpy tank top.
“You remember what happened the last time we were here?” Trey asked, licking his lips seductively.
“Yeah,” I replied. “You fucked my ass.”
Trey Becker had been the hottest guy in our fraternity. Sure, we had been friends in that superficial, manufactured way that binds all brothers in a fraternity, but we weren’t in the same circles. And we didn’t keep in touch after graduation, other than a few likes on each other’s Insta accounts. So I was more than surprised when I got a text from Trey late one night about five years since I’d last seen him.
“Some brothers are throwing me a big bachelor party this weekend down in Tijuana. Can you come, bro?” he had asked.
To be honest, I cringed at first. Drunken weekends in Tijuana was the stuff of my frat years. Had we not matured? I was tempted to decline, but I also needed a weekend away. I had just broken up with a guy who I had thought was the one, so perhaps a couple days in a tequila haze was just what I needed.
“Yeah, man. Count me in,” I texted back.
Trey insisted that I ride down to Tijuana with him, which again seemed odd since we had never been all that close. Just over the border into Mexico, Tijuana was about 100 miles from where we lived in California.
Trey picked me up at my place the next Friday after work. Jesus, he looked hot, even better than in college. As I tossed my weekend duffel bag into the back of his Jeep, I realized it would just be the two of us riding down together.
“The other guys are meeting us there,” Trey explained.
“Works for me,” I smiled, thankful to have some alone time with this supreme hottie before the onslaught of the bachelor party.
On the drive down, I tried to ask Trey about his fiancée Liza and their upcoming wedding. He was evasive, telling me only that Liza was a bangin’ hot fitness instructor with a wealthy father who owned three sports teams.
I wasn’t surprised that Trey had hit the jackpot in marriages. His whole life was a windfall with his killer looks, his smoking hot body, and his huge cock. In our fraternity days, Trey would linger in the open showers with that big dick flopping around between his legs. He caught me staring a few times, and it seemed to me that Trey liked the attention.
“You remember this place?” Trey asked when we arrived to Tijuana, parking in front of La Hacienda del Tiempo. The hotel was rundown and had a downstairs taqueria where our fraternity brothers had always gotten shit-faced drunk on cheap tequila.
“How could I forget this shit hole?” I laughed, wondering why we couldn’t stay someplace nicer now that our frat days were in the past.
It was nearing dinner time and we were both starved. Trey insisted on checking in and taking care of our bags while I scored us a table in the taqueria.
“How many guys are joining us?” I asked.
“Uh—the other guys are running late,” Trey informed me. “Just grab a table for two—and order me a mezcal mojito.”
Ten minutes later, Trey joined me at our table in the taqueria. He looked hot as fuck, having changed into a tank top that showed off his muscles and tatts. We both ordered the tacos de carnitas and enjoyed laughing and reminiscing about our old fraternity days as we ate and downed a few more rounds of drinks. Sipping his mojito, Trey’s eyes locked upon me.
“You remember what happened the last time we were here?” he asked, licking his lips seductively.
“Yeah,” I replied. “You fucked my ass.”
“DAMN,” Trey exclaimed. “You remembered! We were both so drunk, I thought maybe you would have forgotten.”
“No,” I corrected. “You were drunk. I was only mildly buzzed. I remember it all. There were like ten of us all at that long table over there by the bar,” I gestured. “The brothers were getting rowdier by the minute as the tequila kept flowing. You broke off and started flirting with this hot chiquita at the bar.”
“Yeah, she was fucking hot,” Trey recalled.
“Yeah—well—you must have pissed her off,” I reminded him, “as she dumped her drink in your lap and stormed off. You sat there stewing in the corner, which is when I went up to my room.”
“And that’s when I went upstairs and fucked you,” Trey interjected.
“Yeah,” I continued, “I was about to hit the sack when you started pounding on my door. You practically fell into the room when I opened the door, demanding, ‘You want this cock?’”
“That sounds about right,” Trey nodded. “I was horny as fuck.”
“No shit,” I laughed. “I sucked you for like ten seconds to get you wet, and then you bent me over the edge of the bed and fucked the shit out of me. After you seeded me, we both fell asleep. When I awoke the next morning, you had already hitched a ride back home with some other brothers. And then we both acted like it never happened.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry,” Trey apologized. “It scared the shit out of me—because I really liked fucking you.” And then Trey knocked me over by asking, “You wanna go upstairs and fuck again?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This hot-as-fuck guy wanted to fuck me again—and during his bachelor weekend? Downing my drink, I gave Trey my answer: “Fuck YES.”
Upstairs in the hotel room, I stripped down and positioned myself on all fours atop the bed while Trey took a piss in the bathroom.
“Nah. Not like that,” he protested upon discovering me. “I want to be on top of you,” he directed as I flipped onto my back.
Trey was soon upon me, his big cock teasing my hole as he brought his lips to mine. Holy fuck, he was a good kisser. We didn’t kiss the time he had fucked me all those years ago. This time, his probing tongue was driving me wild.
“Mmm, you taste good,” Trey said, our lips parting. And then in my ear he whispered, “I’ve waited a long time to be inside you again.”
His cock was still pressed against my hole, but began to slowly work inside me. I tensed instinctively, for his dick was fucking huge. “Relax,” he tried to sooth me. “I’ll start slow.” Inch by inch, Trey worked that big cock inside me until I had taken him fully, his balls mashed against my stretched hole.
“Fuck,” Trey moaned. “I forgot that ass is much tighter than pussy. Damn, your hole feels good.” I had actually forgotten what a hole stretcher his cock was.
Trey pushed my legs closer to my chest, allowing him to go deeper than any man had ever gone inside me. Jesus, the dude was hung. He was giving me some deep thrusts, his balls mashed against my cunt, which felt fucking incredible.
Looking down at my hard cock as he planked above me and worked over my hole, Trey instructed me to start jacking my cock as he fucked me. “I want us to shoot together,” he instructed.
I dutifully complied and began to stroke my dick, trying to match the rhythm and intensity of his cock up my ass. Fuck, it felt good. Too good.
“Dude—I’m gonna bust,” I announced urgently, removing my hand from my cock just as my load erupted and sprayed his taut abs while Trey hovered above me, his cock buried in my depths.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he exclaimed, ramping up his own pace. He was pounding the shit out of me, his breathing intensifying. “Aww, FUCK, man—Aww, SHIT,” he moaned.
Trey grunted as a flood or warmth filled me from within. His cock pulsed within me, dumping his load into my depths, until he finally collapsed upon me, smashing my viscous cum between our sweaty bodies. Trey remained upon me for what felt like an eternity, our heartbeats melding as one, until he suddenly sat back on his knees.
“Damn. Look at that cummy hole,” Trey exclaimed, raising my legs to my chest again to take in my wrecked, cum-leaking hole. But what Trey did next shocked me. Leaning forward, Trey lapped up his own cum out of my hole and then licked up my stomach, catching my own cum on his tongue. He then fed our commingled loads to me with a deep kiss.
“Mmm,” he moaned. “We taste good together.” And he was right, we tasted fucking incredible together.
But, alas, I knew this was going to be just an other anomaly, another singular encounter like the time before. Trey was just using my hole to sow some wild oats before his wedding, which was fine by me.
“Shit,” I exclaimed, looking at my watch. “We oughta shower and clean up before the other guys arrive.”
Trey looked askance, concealing a smile as if he were a kid who was busted with his hand in the cookie jar. The conniving fucker was up to something.
“Lemme guess,” I ventured with a twisted smile. “There is no bachelor party—is there? It’s just you and me this weekend?”
Trey gave a devious laugh, leaning over to kiss me. “You caught me,” he confessed as our lips parted. “It was all just a ruse to get you down here with me. I’ve been thinking about fucking you again for years, and I had to make it happen.” Trey was suddenly on top of me again, pushing his hard cock up against my hole.
“So is your fiancée real?” I demanded, my head rolling back in ecstasy as he plunged his big dick back inside me. “Are you even getting married?”
Trey laughed once more, finding his stride as he plunged my depths again. “Yeah, Liza is really my fiancée,” he admitted, pounding me harder. “But I’m thinking the wedding might be off.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“I’ve got your AC unit kicking again,” the bearded repairman announced, coming into my house after tinkering outside for over an hour. Mike was sweaty as fuck, his chambray work shirt unbuttoned in a futile attempt to cool down on the 98-degree day, his chest hair matted with sweat. The only thing hotter than the weather that day was my desire to get railed by this guy.
“I’m just gonna hang around a little longer,” Mike informed me. “I need to take a few readings once the unit gets going and make sure it’s pumping out cool air for you.”
“Can I get you anything?” I offered, stopping myself from offering up my ass to him. “A cold glass of water?”
“Christ, a glass of ice water would be wonderful,” he smiled, wiping his sweaty brow with the back of his forearm.
Leading him into the kitchen, I filled a large glass with ice and then cold water from the tap before handing it to him. I fixed myself a glass, too, needing to cool down in my own way.
“It’s a sick twist of fate that AC units always give out on the hottest day of the year,” Mike shared, gulping down the water, filling up the glass again from the kitchen sink. “It’s hot as fuck out there.”
“You certainly look hot,” I observed, not shying away from the ballsy pun, my eyes traversing his incredible body. “You want to use my shower while you wait to check the unit?”
“That would be great,” he smiled broadly. “You’re my last repair of the day, and my wife hates when I come home all sweaty and stanky.”
“That’s a shame,” I shook my head. “I love me some man funk.”
“What—?” he cocked his head to one side. “I didn’t clock you as—”
“A faggot?” I interrupted.
“I was going to say gay,” Mike laughed. “My mama taught me better manners than to use that word.”
“Mmm—I love me a mama’s boy,” I licked my lips.
“Now cut that out. I’m a married man,” he admonished playfully, placing his emptied water glass on the counter. “Now where’s that shower you promised?”
“Right this way,” I led him out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the second floor. Passing through my bedroom, the tour ended at the roomy shower in my bathroom.
“There’s plenty of shampoo and body wash in there,” I gestured into the shower. “And fresh towels on that shelf over there.”
“Looks good,” he smiled, tossing his sweat-soaked shirt onto the tiled floor. I watched as he unzipped his pants with zero modesty, peeling them off his sweaty body, his massive cock hanging between his hairy thighs.
“Yeah, it’s a big one,” Mike winked, not oblivious to my stare as he gave his big dick a quick tug.
“I—uh—I’ll just leave you to it,” I turned to leave the bathroom. Although I had flirted unabashedly with this sexy hunk, I didn’t want to deal with the rejection that would undoubtedly follow from offering up my ass to a happily married man.
“Where you going?“ he called out to stop me as he reached to turn on the water. “You’re not going to join me in this big shower? Isn’t that why you asked me up here—to get me off?”
“You—you want to play around with me?” I asked, shocked that my sordid fantasy was becoming a reality.
“No, I don’t want to play around with you,” he clarified, stepping into the shower. “I want to fuck you. Now get your ass in here with me.”
Quickly, I stripped out of my clothes just in time before his muscular arm reached out and pulled me into the shower with him, the water enveloping our bodies. “I’m just a bit surprised that you fuck guys,” I confessed.
“When I was training to be an AC repairman,” Mike explained, soaping up his hairy chest with body wash, “nobody warned me that customers would proposition me all the time. Desperate housewives, horny gay dudes. It’s outrageous how often I’m offered easy sex while on the job.”
“Well, you’re hot as fuck,” I remarked, watching as he soaped up his huge cock, wondering how long before it would be inside me. “You’re kinda irresistible.”
“Thanks,” he smiled bashfully. “But for the longest time, I always turned down the frequent offers for sex. I’m married. I wasn’t looking to cheat on my wife.”
“Then what changed?”
“About a year ago, my wife and I had argued over something trivial. She then held out on me for a few weeks—not giving up her pussy in retaliation,” Mike shared. “And I was on a repair job when a gay dude offered up his ass to me—fucking begged me to rail him.”
“And so you railed his ass?”
“Nah, I didn’t just rail him,” Mike smiled deviously, his soapy cock growing rock hard before my eyes. “I fucked the ever-living shit out of him.”
And then it was like a switch had been flipped. Mike suddenly pulled me into him, his hairy body pressed against me as his muscular arms encircled my body. His hand moved down my back, traveling over my rounded ass until his soapy finger found my eager hole.
“Damn, you’re tight,” he marveled, his breath hot at my ear, his thick finger working my hole, readying me for him.
“It’s—it’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked,” I admitted sheepishly. “I really don’t hookup all that often.”
“I don’t believe you. A hot, little stud like you?” he withdrew his finger. “Well, I’m gonna make sure to fuck you extra good in that case.”
And then Mike spun me around, his strong arms pushing me up against the shower wall, my face pressed against the cool tiles. His hands went to my hips, digging into me as his rounded cock head found my puckered hole. And then he shoved inside me.
“FUCK,” I screamed, my hole torn in two, his huge cock a red-hot fire poker in my bowels. “You’re so fucking big.”
“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” he gloated, smacking my ass with his open palm. He then shoved deep within me, his balls mashed against my sphincter.
Brutally, he began to fuck me. His big dick routed my depths as he pummeled my hole at a frenzied pace. I braced my hands against the shower wall, trying to absorb the shock of his force. Over and over he pounded his body into mine, ravaging me.
And then it happened, a second penetration occurring within me, a sudden shockwave of pleasure coursing through my body. “I felt that,” Mike remarked, his meaty cock head pushing past my inner-sphincter. “I can tell I’m getting you good.”
It was more than good—it was fucking insane. My eyes rolled back into my head, Mike’s cock battering inside my deepest void. My cock was rock hard, a pressure building within me. Instantly, my body began to convulse, my balls throbbing for release as Mike continued to abuse my guts.
“FUCK,” I gasped, my cock pulsing rapidly, my thick load spraying against the tiled wall, rapidly traveling towards the shower drain.
“Damn, that’s hot,” Mike remarked, my sphincter gripping him rhythmically from within as my load continued to discharge. “I love when I can make a dude shoot his wad with my dick inside him.”
Riding my orgasm, Mike began to zero in on his own climax, jackhammering the shit out of me. “Breed me,” I begged, his big cock swelling inside of me, expanding against the walls of my fuck canal. “Shoot that load in me.”
“You’re about to get it,” he warned, his hands moving to my shoulders as his cock began to throb within me. “OH FUCK,” he barked urgently. “Here it comes—YEAH—YEAH—FUCK.”
It felt like a firehose was blasting my bowels as his cock discharged within me, his load spewing into my void. “Mmm, yeah, seed me,” I moaned, a warmth emanating from deep in my body he flooded my guts.
I wanted to revel in that moment forever—the feeling of this hunky man inside of me, his big cock spreading his seed within me. But all good things must come to an end.
“Damn, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” Mike pulled out of me abruptly, his warm load gushing out of my gaping hole. “That was one of the best fucks I’ve had in a long time.”
“Thanks,” I replied, my abused body sliding down the shower wall, sinking to my knees as I tried to catch my breath. His copious load continued to exit my wrecked hole, chasing my own load down the shower drain.
“It feels nice and cool out here,” Mike observed, stepping out of the shower, his spent cock swinging between his hairy thighs. “Your AC is definitely working again,” he reached for a clean towel and began to dry himself.
“Great,” I replied, forcing myself back onto my feet as I turned off the water and tried to exit the shower on my wobbly legs. “I’m glad you got it fixed.”
“I often suggest our annual maintenance plan to keep your AC unit in working order,” Mike handed me a towel. “But I’m thinking you might require maintenance a little more often than that.”
“Oh really?” I ventured, toweling myself dry. “How often do you think?”
“I think you need weekly maintenance,” Mike smiled deviously. “And maybe I oughta give your unit one more deep probing right now,” he pulled me out of the bathroom and towards my bed. “I want to make sure you’re a happy customer when I leave here today.”
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“Cum in my ass,” Toby begged as I fucked his tight cunt with his skinny legs pressed against my muscular chest. My cock hadn’t seen a wet hole in months, so I wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity to breed this barely-legal cum dump, even if I was married to his sister.
“I want my brother to come live with us,” my pregnant wife Shannon announced a month before our baby was due. Toby was my wife’s kid brother, always the baby of the family. He had just finished high school, but had no plans for college or any type of work.
“I’m going to have my hands full when the baby comes,” Shannon explained. “Toby could be a big help to us.” At the time, I envisioned Toby changing diapers and maybe giving the baby a bottle. It hadn’t yet occurred to me that Toby’s real job would be to drain my balls—nightly.
Toby was still in high school when I met Shannon. I pegged him as a slut for cock from the start. He liked chorus, dance, and theater. His only ambition in life was to be a backup dancer for Sabrina Carpenter.
When I chided Shannon for not telling me in advance that her brother liked dick, she was indignant. “Toby isn’t gay—he’s just artistic,” she insisted. Artistic, my ass. The boy was gayer than a rainbow flag. And any doubt I had was settled by the way he would look at me.
Any straight man who has ever stepped foot inside a gym knows what it means to be objectified by a gay man. The stares. The longing gazes. Though flattered, I always knew with certainty when a dude wanted me. Toby wanted me from the start, but it would take me a few years before I wanted him.
I’m not a predator, but I usually get what I want. After months of no sex with my pregnant wife, I wanted Toby—his tight ass, specifically. But I needed him to make the first move. If Shannon ever caught us, god forbid, I needed her to believe her brother was the one to seduce me, and not the other way around.
So I devised a plan. The night Toby arrived, my wife cooked his favorite spinach lasagna. I played up my machismo and wore a tight shirt that showed off my muscular physique, a few buttons undone to show off my chest hair.
“My, you look nice,” Shannon cluelessly commented as I sat down to eat with them.
“Well, having Toby here is a special day for our family,” I replied and gave the boy a wink.
Toby was practically salivating at the sight of me. A bitch in heat. Had my wife not been there, I’m sure he would have pulled down his pants and gotten on all fours right on top of the table for me. I had won the first round.
The second round occurred later that night after Shannon went to bed. “Join me on the patio,” I invited Toby while pouring myself a scotch. “I won’t tell your sister if you want a pour, too.” He declined the scotch and grabbed himself a Coke from the fridge.
“You seeing anyone?” I asked as we settled into a set of patio chairs. I kept the gender of “anyone” neutral, hoping that Toby might confess to being gay. It would have been easier if the little bitch would have admitted that he liked dick. “Anyone special in your life?”
“Nah,” Toby answered timidly while checking out my muscular arms with a furtive side glance.
I got Toby talking about his high school graduation, making a point to adjust my junk as he talked. His eyes were fixated on my crotch, yet he didn’t dare make a move for it. But I already had another plan in motion.
Suddenly, my phone rang—an alarm that I had set to sound like a ringtone. “Mind if I answer this?” I asked Toby. “It’s my buddy Greg.” Toby nodded his approval as I pretended to answer my phone.
“Greg,” I boomed to nobody on the other end. “Damn, buddy. It’s great to hear from you. Yes, Shannon is doing well. Yeah, the baby will be here in a month. But I’m telling you, buddy, my balls aren’t so good. We haven’t fucked in months.”
I looked over at Toby and his eyes were wide. He was clearly eavesdropping and taking note.
“Yeah, dude. I’m totally backed up,” I continued with my fake call. “And her OB said it’ll be months after the birth before she can handle my big cock again. Shit, man. I’m so desperate, I’d stick my cock in any warm hole that I could find at this point.”
I looked over at Toby and the boy was salivating again. Mission accomplished.
“Hey, Greg? Lemme call you back tomorrow. I’m hanging out with Shannon’s brother Toby now.” And then I pretended to end the call.
The silence was palpable. I could almost see the wheels turning in Toby’s head. Finally the boy spoke.
“Uh—is that really true?” he asked softly. “Is it true that it’s been months since you and Shannon—uh—”
“Fucked? Yes, Toby. Your sister and I haven’t fucked in months,” I confessed while taking a sip of scotch and trying to stifle a smile. “The doctor advised against it when my big cock was causing her to have discomfort. But, Jesus. I shouldn’t burden you with these things, Toby. A man has needs, but my needs are not your problem.” I was laying it on thick.
Toby was quiet again, but his eyes were on my bulge and I was, quite purposefully, allowing myself to get hard. “Maybe I could help,” Toby offered, not taking his eyes off my tented pants.
“Help? I don’t understand,” I shrugged, feigning confusion. “How could you help?”
“You know. You could—” Toby hesitated in a near whisper, “you could fuck me.” Bingo.
“I’m no faggot,” I protested indignantly. “I don’t fuck guys. I’m not gay.”
Toby jumped up to settle me, his hand on my meaty arm. “No—no. I know you’re not gay,” the boy stammered. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t fuck me. I’ve been fucked by lots of straight guys.”
And there it was. Not only had he finally admitted to being gay, he also admitted to taking lots of cock as I suspected. I was going to enjoy fucking this slutty bitch, and now it was time to make it happen.
“I think you’ll enjoy my hole,” Toby added for good measure. “Tops always say that I’ve got a cunt made for cock.”
“Christ, when you put it like that, Toby, how can I refuse?” I agreed while downing the last of my scotch. “You sure you want this?” I asked knowing the boy was itching to get my big cock inside him.
“Yes—I want to help,” he wholeheartedly agreed as he took me by the hand and led me inside the house and to his bedroom. To my delight, Shannon had put Toby in the downstairs guest room, far away from our bedroom upstairs. I could fuck the shit out of the boy and she would never hear a thing.
I went to take a pre-fuck piss in the adjoining bathroom once we got to Toby’s room. When I came out, he was stretched out naked on the bed waiting for me. I dropped my shorts and pulled off my shirt.
“Holy FUCK, you’re huge,” Toby gasped when he caught sight of my big dick.
“Don’t worry. I’ll start out slow,” I assured the boy. I then climbed between his skinny legs, spit on my cock, and began to work it into his puckered hole. “Bring your legs up to your chest,” I directed him, pushing his knees upwards. “I like this position. It makes your hole feel more like pussy.”
“Have you ever fucked a guy?” Toby asked as I prepared to mount him, my cock pressed against his hole. I ignored the question, not wanting to reveal how many dudes that I had fucked while drunk off my ass in college. Quickly, I thrusted balls deep inside the boy.
“FUCK, you’re thick,” Toby gasped as his hole clenched around my cock.
His tight cunt was amazing. It felt so good to finally have my cock back inside a warm, wet hole. Toby began to relax. I could tell he was enjoying the ride as I gave his hole some slow, deliberate strokes.
“Jesus, you’re tight,” I marveled, picking up the pace, pounding him harder.
“You like my cunt?” he asked, gripping me from within. “Is it tighter than my sister’s pussy?”
“Don’t make me answer that,” I plunged deep, his eyes rolling back into his head.
I was jackhammering him hard, reveling in not only the feeling of a warm cunt, but the sublime victory of getting my wife’s brother to give up his ass to me. It was so fucked up, so wrong, but that only made his hole feel all the better. Over and over, I continued to pulverize his quivering cunt.
“Cum in my ass,” Toby begged, my balls slapping against his sphincter with each thrust. “I want to feel you unloading inside me—breeding me just like you bred my sister.”
The thought of once again shooting my wad into a warm cunt instead of into my fist or down the shower drain was overwhelming. I was trying hard to hold back my load but, after months of no pussy, it was a losing battle.
“FUCK—I’m gonna bust,” I barked urgently, the cum rising in my shaft.
“Yeah, fucking breed me,” Toby moaned as my cock began to pulse and spurt inside of him.
“SHIT—DAMN,” I grunted, flooding the boy’s guts with a massive, backed-up load. I soon collapsed upon him, my sweaty body melding into him as I kept my cock in his hole.
“Are you still hard?” Toby asked after several minutes, my big dick still buried in his cummy hole.
“Fuckin-A,” I gasped in shock, looking down at my cock within him. I was still hard. That never happened when I fucked my wife.
Pushing myself back up into a plank above Toby, my cock still inside him, I began to pound out another load into the boy. Then another. And another. I seeded that sweet boy cunt with four loads before I called it quits.
I then dragged myself back upstairs and got into bed with my sleeping wife, leaving Toby on his bed with cum streaming out of his gaping hole. I fell into a deep sleep, the type of slumber that can only be achieved when a man has completely emptied his balls.
The next morning at breakfast, Shannon poured me a cup of coffee as Toby munched on a bowl of Frosted Flakes. He kept shifting his weight in his chair, likely because his wrecked hole hurt like fuck.
“You two boys must have been up all night drinking and talking,” Shannon accused playfully while handing Toby a cup of coffee. “It looks like neither of you got much sleep. I hope this doesn’t become a bad habit.”
Toby gave me a furtive, knowing glance as I replied to my wife, “Sorry, babe. I can’t make any promises. Boys will be boys.”
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“What the fuck?” he jumped out of bed at four in the morning, turning on the lamp on his bed table, awakening me from a deep, post-coital slumber. He was all up in my face while covering his big dick with one hand, though it had already been up my ass three times that night. “Dude—who the fuck are you? And why the fuck are you naked and in bed with me?”
“You hit on me at the bar last night,” I began to explain calmly, alarmed by his sudden amnesia. He was drunk when we had fucked, but I didn’t realize he had been that drunk. “We then Ubered back here to your place, and fucked our brains out,” I reminded him.
“No—that’s impossible,” he refuted. “I brought a hot bitch home from the bar and smashed her cunt. Where did she go? Her name was Baby.”
“Well, you kept calling me baby when you were inside me,” I clarified. “You were trashed on tequila shots. I guess you thought I was a bitch when you dragged me home.”
“Christ, this is bad,” he ran his fingers through his hair. “I’ve done some fucked-up shit when I was drunk before, but I’ve never stuck my dick in a dude.”
“Don’t be embarrassed,” I tried to console him. “A lot of guys—”
“Oh, Christ. It’s all coming back to me now. I got you to peg my ass, didn’t I?” he groaned. “Please tell me that was a strap-on you used on me and not your—”
“It was my dick,” I stated plainly. “I fucked you with my dick.”
“Fuck. No wonder it hurt so much. Jesus, you’re hung,” he looked over at my exposed cock, the bedsheet down around my ankles.
“Yeah, though I love to bottom,” I groped my big dick, “I’ve also got the cock of a power top.”
“Wait a minute,” he reached behind himself, fingering his wet hole. “Did you cum up my ass?”
“Uh—well—“
“Never mind,” he cut me off, holding up his fingers, slicked with my cum. “I’d rather not know.”
“Look, if it’s any consolation, we had a really fun time together,” I tried to assure him. “For a straight guy,” I employed air quotes, “you really seemed to get into gay sex—both topping and bottoming.”
“Great,” he sighed. “That’s just what every straight guy wants to hear.”
“How’s your sex life been lately?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation.
“Abysmal,” he hung his head in shame. “I haven’t had pussy in months. And then when I finally score—it’s with some gay dude.”
“Your dry spell makes no sense to me,” I tried to sympathize with him. “I mean, you’re hot as fuck, you’ve got a big dick, and you’re talented as fuck in bed. I can’t remember the last time a guy stayed hard and dumped three loads in me in one session.”
“I—I seriously dumped three loads in you?” he asked in disbelief. “I usually don’t have that kind of stamina. I’m more of a wham, bam, thank you, ma’am kind of guy when I fuck. I wish I could remember what it was like to dump three loads in you.”
“You don’t have to remember,” I rolled over, presenting my used ass to him. “Why not go for load number four?”
“Actually,” he stopped me. “I think I’d rather let you tap my ass again. I sort of really enjoy getting pegged.”
“You mean fucked.”
“Yeah—pegged—fucked—whatever. It’s all the same.”
“No, it’s not the same. One involves a dildo, and the other a cock,” I clarified. “You’re saying you want my big cock? You want me to fuck your ass again?”
“Yeah,” he smiled deviously, climbing onto the bed, positioning himself on all fours. “I want you to fuck my ass again with that big dick.”
“No—flip over on your back,” I instructed him. “I want to fuck you missionary. I want you to be able to see me when I’m plowing your hole.”
“I dunno,” he complied begrudgingly, turning over onto his back. “Missionary is kinda gay.”
“Says the guy begging to get my big dick up his ass—again,” I laughed. “Now open those legs for me, show me that hole.”
Obediently, he pulled his knees to his chest, presenting his used hole to me. It was puffy and raw, beaten to a pulp from the intense fucking I’d given him earlier. My big dick craved to be inside him once more.
“FUCK,” he gasped, gripping my forearms as I shoved into him, my hands pushing his knees further into his chest. “Christ, your big cock feels so good inside of me.”
“You seriously had never taken cock before tonight?” I asked, delivering a series of deep thrusts into his bowels.
“No, I’ve only been pegged before,” he answered, stretching his legs, wrapping them around my meaty ass. “I told you—I’m not gay.”
“Well, whatever you are, you’ve got a cunt made for cock,” I informed him, increasing my pace, pummeling him harder. “A hole this good needs to be used by real cock—and not a latex dick.”
I was pounding him hard, his cunt opening for me, pulling me deeper. For an alleged straight guy, he sure as hell loved taking my big one.
“Fuck me,” he begged, his fingers digging into my flesh as I pounded him senselessly, jackhammering his cunt with zero mercy. “Fucking destroy my hole.”
I wanted to last longer, really I did. Yet sometimes a hole is just too good. I was gritting my teeth, trying to hold back my nut, but it was a losing battle. My cock began to swell inside him, my balls throbbing for release. My load was imminent, and so I gave one last, deep thrust into his guts before riding that orgasmic wave of pleasure.
“FUCK,” I growled, my cock throbbing in his depths, releasing my seed into his cunt. “Yeah, take my fucking load,” I barked, my cum forcefully discharging into his guts, spraying the walls of his fuck canal.
“That’s it—breed me,” he pleaded, his arms wrapping around my torso, pulling me into him. “Your cum feels so warm inside me.”
“Fuck, that was good,” I exhaled as I pulled out of him, my balls satisfied. My pearly load dripped from his wrecked hole, puddling on the sheet. “You feel good, too?” I inquired.
“Fucking amazing,” he stretched his legs, a blissful smile on his face. “Your real cock feels way better than a strap-on.”
“No shit,” I laughed, crashing on the bed next to him, my face turned towards his. “You seriously found a lot of bitches who were willing to peg your ass?”
“Not that many,” he admitted, propping his muscular arms behind his head. “Most girls thought it sounded fucked up and wouldn’t even try it. Mostly, I just fucked myself with a dildo whenever I was in the mood.”
“Dude—I don’t mean to state the obvious, but I think you might be gay,” I observed, curling myself into his body as I stroked his hairy chest. “Have you ever considered that you might like guys—that you could be gay?”
“I dunno—sex is all just so confusing,” he exhaled in exasperation. “I mean, how can I know if I’m gay?”
I rolled over on top of him again, our lips meeting. Tenderly, passionately, I began to kiss him. Our tongues danced, a soft moaning emanating from deep in his throat. I reached down and gripped his cock, rock hard in my fist. We continued to kiss, lips locked, as I jacked his big dick.
“Yeah—I might be gay,” he laughed as our lips parted. “Jesus, that kiss was amazing. You’re a talented kisser.”
“I have many talents,” I smiled deviously, pushing his knees to his chest. Gripping his big dick like a handle, I climbed between his legs and pushed back into his cummy hole.
“Fuuuuck, that feels good,” his head tipped back against the pillow in ecstasy. Jacking his cock in one hand, I proceeded to work his hole again, my big dick routing his depths. “I think you’re right,” he smiled, gripping my forearms, bracing himself against my deep thrusts into his bowels. “I’m definitely gay.”
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“Shoot your load up my ass, Seegar,” I begged, looking up into his eyes. His meaty hands were on my thighs, sweat dripping down his muscular body as he delivered a series of impossibly deep thrusts within my bowels. “You think my sister would have let you cream her cunt?” I asked.
“I think we both know the answer to that,” Seegar laughed, his cock swelling inside of me, his balls aching for release. “Open that cunt for me,” he commanded. “I’m about to bust.”
“Let’s have a party,” I suggested to my twin sister Mina earlier that day as soon as our parents had left for an overnight trip to a wedding in Boston. “I’m thinking pizza, and a keg, and—”
“Where are we going to get a keg?” Mina scowled. “We’re only eighteen. We can’t buy beer.”
“That dude who runs the convenience store over on Elm Street will hook me up with a keg,” I informed her. “He lets me buy beer all the time if I suck him off in the back room.”
“Jesus, you’re a slut,” Mina cringed. “Look, you can go suck off that gross man for as much beer as you want, but we’re not having a party while Mom and Dad are gone.”
“Why not?” I whined. “You love to party.”
“For your information, I’ve already made plans for tonight,” my sister announced. “Seegar is coming over and—well—tonight is the night.”
“Tonight is the night for what?”
“We’re going to finally do it,” Mina flipped her hair over one shoulder. “I’m going to give my virginity to Seegar.”
“What?” I laughed riotously. “You two have been together for almost two years. You seriously haven’t left him fuck you yet?”
“No,” Mina rolled her eyes in disgust. “And don’t say fuck—that word is so gross. Seegar and I are going to make love here tonight. So no party tonight, you understand me?”
“Fine,” I exhaled in exasperation. “But if you two are gonna have a little fun, I’m gonna plan for some fun, too.”
“Ugh, not another one of your random Grindr hookups?” Mina scoffed. “You’re such a whore.”
“Hey—you have your kind of fun, and I’ll have mine,” I snapped back. “And I’d rather be a whore than a virgin.”
As planned, Mina’s boyfriend Seegar showed up that evening and took Mina to a pre-coitus dinner at a fancy restaurant that she had selected. She wanted to set the stage for a romantic evening before they fucked their brains out.
As soon as Mina and Seegar left, I logged onto Grindr and found a well-hung frat boy who was looking to pound some ass while his girlfriend was out of town. For three hours, he ravaged my hole, dumping multiple loads in me before he rolled out of my bed and pulled on his clothes. “Thanks, bro,” he offered a tepid fist bump as he departed.
After the frat boy came and left, quite literally, I noticed that Mina’s bedroom door was closed. It was too quiet in there, with no sounds of fucking emanating through the door. Maybe they were done already? A lot of guys pop fast in a tight, virgin hole. Perhaps Seegar was no exception.
I went downstairs, poured myself a scotch from Dad’s liquor cabinet, and turned on the TV in the den. I was still scrolling through Netflix when Seegar appeared in the doorway. He was shirtless, in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, the outline of his huge cock protruding through the thin material.
“Mind if I join you?” Seegar asked, flopping down on the couch next to me.
“Be my guest,” I scooted over slightly to accommodate him. “You want join me for a Scotch?” I held up my glass.
“Jesus, that’s would be good,” he exhaled. “I could use a stiff drink.”
I quickly poured him a glass and returned, handing the tumbler to him. “So—uh—how did it go tonight? Did you and Mina finally make the beast with two backs?”
“I wish,” Seegar shook his head in disgust.
“What happened?”
“She couldn’t handle my big cock,” he looked down at his crotch. “She said it hurt too much. I barely got the head inside her when she made me stop and pull out.”
“Dude, that sucks,” I tried to sympathize.
“She said she just wanted to cuddle instead—which is what we’ve been doing for the past two fucking years,” he knocked back his scotch, downing it in one gulp. “She’s asleep now, which is why I thought I’d come downstairs and hang with you. I should just go home, but she made me promise to stay the night for pancakes in the morning.”
“Dude, you don’t need pancakes,” I laughed. “You need some fucking pussy.”
“You’re telling me,” Seegar got up to pour himself another scotch. “So how was your night? I could hear you and some guy going at it while Mina and I were—cuddling. Who was the dude?”
“Just a frat boy from Grindr,” I shared. “He fucking wrecked my hole.”
“Damn,” Seegar laughed. “You gay dudes have got it made.”
“The frat boy wasn’t gay,” I clarified. “His girlfriend is on the rag and he just needed to empty his balls.”
“So—he just—he just fucks dudes when his girlfriend isn’t putting out?” Seegar asked, his wheels turning.
“Yeah,” I affirmed. “I’ve been dicked down by a lot of straight guys who just needed a warm hole. You wanna give my warm hole a try?” I offered brazenly.
“I—I dunno,” Seegar hesitated. “I’m not sure that I could fuck a dude. I’m not sure if I could even—”
“Get hard?” I cut him off, staring down at his raging boner.
“It’s got a mind of its own,” he dismissed with embarrassment, adjusting himself.
“Yeah, and its mind is telling you to fuck my ass.”
“I dunno, bro,” he continued to vacillate. “I’m just not sure that I should—”
“Fine,” I stood up from the couch. “I’m going to bed. Turn off the TV down here when you’re ready to go back upstairs and cuddle with my sister.”
“Wait—” Seegar grabbed my arm. “If I—if I fuck your ass, will you promise that you’re not gonna tell Mina that I fucked her twin brother?”
“Scouts honor,” I saluted mockingly as I pulled down my shorts and stepped out of them. “Let’s get that big dick in me.”
“Wait—here? You want me to fuck your ass right here on the couch?”
“Uh—yeah,” I affirmed. “You can fuck me upstairs on my bed, but I assume you don’t want Mina to hear us through the wall.”
“Good point,” he agreed, pulling down his boxer briefs, his nine-incher nearly smacking me in the face while I knelt down to suck him first. “Fuuuck, that’s good,” Seegar exhaled as I took him down my throat. “The rumors are true.”
“What rumors?” I surfaced for air.
“That guys are better at sucking cock,” he clarified, his hands gripping the back of my head as I resumed blowing him. “Jesus, this is incredible.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I winked up at him, satisfied that his raging-hard cock was ready for my hole. Reclining on the couch, I opened my legs for him. “You ready to fuck my sloppy cunt?” I asked, presenting my used, puffy hole to him, still wet with the frat boy’s multiple loads.
“Christ, that’s hot,” Seegar exclaimed, taking in my eager hole with elation as he stepped up to the plate and prepared to mount me. “Fuuuuck,” he exhaled, sliding into me with zero hesitation, my warm cunt enveloping his big cock.
“You seem to know what you’re doing,” I observed as he began to administer a series of slow, steady strokes within my bowels, my toes curling in response. “I take it you’re not a virgin.”
“Hardly,” he laughed. “Do I look like a guy who would still be a virgin? I lost my V-card when I was fifteen.”
“Who was the lucky girl?”
“That’s hard to say exactly,” Seegar recalled, his cock growing even more rigid at the memory of his first time. “My older sister had a spend-the-night party with a bunch of her friends at our house. And in the middle of the night, two of the bitches snuck into my room, took my virginity, and rode me all night long.”
“Your first time was a threesome?” I gasped in disbelief.
“Yeah,” he answered with a deep thrust in me, his balls mashed against my sphincter. “I guess you could say with this handsome face and hot body, my big cock has always been catnip to bitches. Well, that is until I met your sister.”
“Don’t worry about Mina,” I advised, gripping him from within. “You can use my cunt whenever you want.”
“I appreciate that,” he nodded, looking down at his big one gliding effortlessly in and out of my hole. “Jesus, you’ve got a cunt made for cock.”
“Show me how much you like my cunt,” I begged, pulling my knees into my chest, tilting my pelvis, his cock sliding deeper into my guts. “Fucking wreck my hole.”
Needing no further invitation, Seegar went full throttle and began to pound my cunt at a frenzied pace. Placing his strong hands on my thighs, he hammered my hole with a relentless force. Christ, his big cock felt good inside me.
“You like this big cock in you?” he asked, my eyes rolling back into my head, his rounded cock head breaching my inner-sphincter as he battered my bowels. “Did that horny frat boy earlier tonight get you this good?”
“Not this good,” I exhaled, gripping Seegar’s forearms. In truth, no guy had ever gotten me so good. And it wasn’t just the massive size of his cock that was doing the job—the boy knew how to use it. “You’re the best fuck that I’ve ever had,” I confessed.
“Likewise,” he replied, leaning into me, his breath hot at my ear. “I’ve never had pussy this good.”
This realization seemed to flip a switch within Seegar, his body morphing into a fine-tuned fuck machine. Instantly, he began to jackhammer my quivering cunt, his big dick a piston within me, routing my depths. I was riding that fine line between euphoria and exhaustion, unsure of how much more of his assault that my ravaged body could endure.
“Shoot your load up my ass, Seegar,” I begged, staring up into his eyes. His meaty hands were on my thighs, sweat dripping down his muscular body as he delivered a series of impossibly deep thrusts within my bowels. “You think my sister would have let you cream her cunt?” I asked.
“I think we both know the answer to that,” Seegar laughed, his cock swelling inside of me, his balls aching for release. “Open that cunt for me,” he commanded. “I’m about to bust.”
“Seed my ass,” I pleaded. “Breed my fucking hole.”
“You’re about to get it,” he assured me with one last thrust, his balls throbbing against my hole. “OH FUCK—Yeah, here it comes—Yeah—Yeah—YEAH—FUCK—FUCK.”
Seegar’s body convulsed as his big dick erupted in my cunt, spewing his warm seed into my deepest recesses. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt, his cock pulsing rhythmically, flooding my guts until his balls had emptied.
“You’d better get back upstairs to my sister,” I advised as he pulled out of me, his pearly load gushing from my gaping hole. “Mina is going to expect more cuddle time when she awakes.”
I then sat upright on the couch as I reached for Seegar’s cummy cock. Taking him down my throat, I sucked him clean.
“Damn, you’re full service,” he exclaimed, extracting his spent cock from my throat. “You think we might, you know, make this a regular thing? On the DL, of course.”
“I’m game for that,” I smiled impishly. And with a quick smack to his bare ass while he bent over to procure his crumpled boxer briefs from the floor, I instructed Seegar to get his ass back upstairs before my virgin sister suspected anything.
Mina and Seegar were at the breakfast table when I came dowstairs the next morning, the aroma of pancakes wafting through the house. “Coffee?” Mina asked, playing hostess as she procured a cup for me.
“You two kids have a fun night?” I asked, taking a seat and pretending that I didn’t already know about their failed attempt at sex. I watched as Seegar stuffed his face with Mina’s warm pancakes, a pathetic substitute for her frigid pussy.
“We had a wonderful night,” Mina smiled, handing me a steaming mug of coffee. “I decided that I wasn’t quite ready to lose my virginity. But Seegar was such a patient and understanding gentleman about the whole situation.”
“That’s right,” Seegar winked, his hand stroking my leg discreetly from under the table, driving me wild. “I told Mina that I was in no rush to have sex with her, that I’m perfectly fine waiting for as long as it takes.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
Tipping back his beer at the party, flanked by his jock buddies, Brax locked eyes with me. Illuminated by the glow of the fire pit, he looked hot as fuck with his shirt pulled back over his head to reveal his hairy, chiseled pecs. I knew it was a long shot, but I was determined to get his cock inside of me. And from the way Brax looked at me, I knew I had a chance.
