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Trent decided to surprise his family with a weekend visit from college. His junior year had been going well and he thought his parents wouldn’t be too upset that he had skipped his Friday lecture.

As he drove back to his hometown, Trent’s mind wandered to thoughts of his younger brother Will. The two had been close growing up but for some time Will had barely responded to his texts. When he had stayed for Christmas three months ago, they had barely spoke. Will hadn’t even wanted him there a month ago to celebrate his 18th birthday. Maybe boy troubles, thought Trent. Or senior year stressing him out.

Trent pulled up to the house in the mid-afternoon. He knew his parents wouldn’t be home yet and Will was probably out with his friends. Grabbing his bag, Trent opened the front door and heard something unusual: a low moaning that was coming from upstairs. Gingerly, Trent made his way upstairs. The moaning was coming from Will’s room. Christ, I hope he isn’t here with a guy. But the moaning didn’t sound like pleasure to Trent. Trent walked up to the ajar door and pushed it open. Trent’s mouth dropped in shock.

Will was facing away from the door and was in a deep squat on the floor with his hands on gripping the nearby bed for support. His jacket and jeans had been thrown off and he was now down to his shirt and briefs. Several towels were underneath Will and Trent could see they were spotted with fluid. Even from this angle, Trent could make out Will’s round and sweaty belly. He was evidently unaware that he wasn’t alone.

“Holy shit,” Trent blurted out. At this, Will swung his head around to look at Trent. His face was sweaty and pained.

“Oh fuck, bro. You weren’t supposed to see this,” Will gasped. Any further regret was cut off by another deep moan. Will gritted his teeth as a new wave of contraction hit him.

Dropping his duffel bag into the hall, Trent went to Will and knelt beside him. His surprise at this revelation quickly shifted into a need to help his brother.

“How long has this been happening?” Trent asked once Will stopped moaning. Will looked at Trent, knowing the jig was up.

“It started this morning,” Will confessed. “I left class to use the bathroom and my water broke when I got there. It looked like I’d pissed myself.” Will gave a bitter laugh. “I cut school and got here as soon as possible.”

“Who knows about this?” Trent asked. “Obviously not mom or dad.”

“No one.” Will looked away from his brother. Trent raised an eyebrow.

“Not even the father?”

“No. He’s just some meathead jock. After it happened,” Will seemed uncomfortable with that memory, “he said he was straight and that it was a mistake.” Will shut his eyes and grimaced in discomfort.

After promising to himself to find and kick that guy’s ass, Trent focused on Will. He pulled his phone out of pocket to call for an ambulance but Will grabbed his wrist. The grip was like a vice. “No! I don’t want any one knowing. I was planning on giving them up.” His desperate eyes began to well with tears. “I’m a fucking mess and I’m not fucking up this kid too.”

Shit. I’m not arguing with the pregnant guy in labor.

“Okay. Okay”, Trent said with his free hand raised in surrender. Will let go of his wrist. Putting his phone away, Trent was trying to remember what he had learned in his sex ed class in high school. He recalled that the inner cervix had to reach ten centimeters so that the pregnant person could begin pushing.

Trent stood up from Will and was motioning to him to stand.

“Let’s get you up so we get that underwear off and I can check how you’re doing.”

“I can’t get up, bro. It hurts too fucking bad,” Will wailed. “This kid is feeling really low in me.”

“I’m really sorry Will but I need to see how far along you are.” Trent knelt behind his brother and pulled down the back of Will’s briefs. The sight that greeted him made his stomach drop.

Right before his eyes he could see Will’s bottom beginning to bulge out with the child. His anus was still closed but Trent knew Will was about to deliver. Will cried out in pain.

“Fuck! Fuck! There’s so much pressure. I think something’s happening!” Will shouted. Trent could see the child was now right at the entrance.

“I think you need to push, Will,” Trent said in what he hoped was a reassuring tone.

Will gripped the bed and put his chin to his chest. With a groan, Trent saw Will’s muscles tensing hard and his legs shaking with the effort. His anus was beginning to stretch open.

“Fuck!” Will yelled as he relented his push. The baby’s head was now starting to peak out. Trent had placed his hand on the small of Will’s back in an attempt at comfort.

“You got this Will. Push again.”

Breathing in deeply, Will pushed again. His anus was now stretching over the dome of the baby’s head. Trent could see wet hair and mucus.

With another push, the widest part of the head was stretching Will to his limit.

“It burns so fucking bad!” Tears were falling from Will’s eyes. Pushing again, the head burst out of Will. Fluid was dripping from the exposed head. Trent was now cradling the head with his hands. The head was beginning to turn and Will yelled at the sensation.

“You’re almost there Will! Just keep going!” shouted Trent. Will gathered himself and was gritting his teeth in a final grand effort.

With a gasp and a gush of fluids, the baby fell out of Will into Trent’s awaiting hands. The newborn was slippery and Trent struggled to get a grip on the child. Trent could see it was a boy. The baby was sputtering and then began to cry.

Will was gasping for breath and barely felt the afterbirth slip out of him onto the towel on the floor.

Trent laid the crying boy on a towel. He pulled a pair of scissors from the desk in the room and grabbed a shoelace from an abandoned sneaker. He used these to tie off and cut the cord. With this done, Trent wrapped the mewling child in a towel. Pulling up his briefs, Will shakily stood up from the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. Trent passed the bundled infant to Will. The baby’s gurgling cries were beginning to tamper off.

For a long moment, the room seemed to return to a quiet normalcy after the chaotic birth. Will sat there, his hair damp and his face still red from the strain. His eyes seem fixed on the newborn. Trent stood next to him. If Will was set on giving up the kid, Trent knew that they needed to hurry and get going. He gently placed his arm on Will’s shoulder.

“We need to hurry and drop him off some where.” Trent said evenly.

Will did not reply. He was still looking intently at the wriggling infant. His eyes began to well.

“I’m sorry baby for how fucked up and stupid I am,” he sobbed. Tears began to stream down Will’s face.

Trent tighten his arm around Will’s sweaty shoulders. “Hey. You’re not being stupid. You’re going to be given him a chance for a better future.” Trent paused and then added, “Better for both of you.” After a long moment looking at the quiet infant, Will looked up into his brother’s eyes and gave a small nod.

“Okay, you go to clean yourself and the baby. I’ll clean up here.”

Will took the baby into the bathroom across the hall and Trent could hear the bath faucet running. Trent got a large trash bag and gathered the afterbirth wrapped in a stained towel, the scissors, and Will’s drenched jeans and tossed them into the bag. Trent looked around the room. There didn’t appear to be any obvious stains or debris that would tip off his parents. He next went to Will’s closet grabbing a shirt, a hoodie, socks, boxers, and sweat pants. He held the clothes under his arm walked to the open bathroom door. Will was using the bathtub to clean the mucus and amniotic fluid from the baby. Will turned to look at Trent.

“I need you to strip,” said Trent, holding out the fresh clothes. “Anything that might leave a sign has to go.”

With a weary look, Will took the clothes from him and placed them on top of the toilet tank. He then peeled off his soaked shirt, shimmed off his briefs, and pulled off his socks. Trent fetched the trash bag and shoved the clothing and the baby towel in. He tied the bag tight and told Will they needed to leave before their parents showed up. Trent went to clean himself off as well.

Five minutes later, the cleaned baby was wrapped in a clean towel and the brothers were ready. After a search on his phone, Trent drove them to the local fire house. After dumping the trash bag in a park bin, they slowly walked up together with Will holding the baby and wincing with each step. Trent noticed the yellow “Safe Place” diamond by the closed front door.

At the door, Trent gave three loud knocks. After a short wait, a large blond firefighter swung the door open. He looked vaguely annoyed. Probably expecting a prank or other nonsense, Trent thought.

The firefighter looked at Will’s flushed face and the tiny baby bundled in his arms and understood. He opened his arms and Will gently placed the newborn into the outstretched hands. Will turned away and Trent did the same. With fresh tears falling, Will forced himself not to look back. Trent placed his arm around Will’s shoulders and they made their way back to the car.

They drove back home in silence.

When they arrived, they could see their parents were still not home. After getting out of the car, Trent told Will to go to his room and rest while he would play interference with their parents when they returned. Will gave a tired nod and went upstairs to his room. Trent sighed and went to sit in the living room and wait.

After about an hour, their parents arrived. They were delighted to see Trent and his mother embraced him enthusiastically. His father shook his hand and asked him if his brother knew he was home. Trent explained to his parents that Will had left school early with a stomach bug and was now upstairs sleeping it off. His parents accepted this explanation without question.

His mother heated up some food and his father began to ask questions of Trent’s campus life. Sitting at the dinner room table, he told his parents funny anecdotes and described his classes and teachers. And if his smile and laugh had seemed at all forced, the pair made no comment.

As the light faded and night fell, Trent excused himself from the table and told his parents that he would check on Will before he went to bed early. He told them had had a long day.

As he mounted the stairs and walked to Will’s room, Trent wondered what kind of condition he would be in. He stopped before the closed door. With a deep breath to steady himself, he slowly opened the door.

The room was lit only by a desk lamp. Will was on the bed facing away from the door. He was still wearing the hoodie and sweat pants he wore after the birth. Curled in a fetal position, he had the hood drawn up so Trent couldn’t see his face. He went and knelt on the bed to look at Will. He was still awake but his face was still.

Trent’s mind flashed back to their childhood. The always energetic Will was often getting scraps and cuts. Young Trent would hug or hold his hand in an effort to stop Will’s tears.

In the present, Trent laid on the bed behind Will and wrapped his arms around him. Trent felt Will stiffen at the contact but then relaxed. Will gripped the arms tightly around him and began to softly cry.

Trent held his brother as the quiet sobs continued until, finally, Will fell asleep.

Even with his love and support, Trent knew Will would not be okay for a long time.

"To give myself over to a strong man several years older than myself..."

"We'd have started early. I'd give birth to a baby at 18, another at 19, another at 20..."

" Our youngest would be sucking at my breast. Another of my man’s children would be in my womb."

"I’d visit with our carrier neighbors; we’d bring out big broods to each others’ houses and help each other out."

"...My man would be the center of my world. I'd give my body to him. .. I'd be his inside and out. "

"When it came time to give birth to his child, he would be there massaging me, encouraging me, letting me take comfort in his strong body as mine gave over to increasing pain. He’d hold me as I push, my belly contorting with each contraction"

"I'd love my life."

“Your roommate let me in, Jimmy. He just left for class,” Dad replied, looking up at me with his baby blues, the sunlight kissing the gray in his manly beard. 

“But why are you here?” I questioned. 

“Your Mom kicked me out again,” Dad reported somberly. “You know what to do.”

“Fine,” I acquiesced, unzipping his pants and reaching up to stroke his furry chest as I took his thick, hairy cock down my throat. 

“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, his head rolling back. “Your talented mouth is just what I need. Suck my balls some, Jimmy. I don’t want to pop my nut too fast.”

“What happened with Mom this time?” I asked Dad while slobbering all over his nut sack. 

“Your mom, she—uh—caught me doing a little plumbing over at Mrs. Shapiro’s house,” he admitted sheepishly. 

“Jesus, Dad,” I scolded. “Why can’t you keep your dick in your pants?”

“Well, Jimmy. Maybe if your mother would spread her legs for me more than twice a year, this wouldn’t be an issue,” Dad sneered. “And it doesn’t help that you’re an hour away and not around anymore to drain my balls.”

“I understand,” I tried to sympathize, returning his cock to my mouth. 

“You think you might want to ride it for me?” Dad asked, softly stroking the back of my head. 

“I dunno, Dad,” I shrugged, coming up for air. “I’ve got another class in twenty minutes.”

“Oh, come on, Jimmy,” he begged. “I could really use some ass right now. And you know I nut fast.”

“Fine,” I acquiesced once more, dropping my shorts as I straddled his thick cock. “Go slow,” I warned. “You know I’m super tight.”

“Christ,” Dad grunted, pushing into me as he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me down on him. “I’m surprised you’re still so tight. Aren’t you bending over for your roommate? He looks to be hung.”

“He’s hung like fuck,” I answered. “I’ve seen it a couple times after he’s showered, but we don’t play together. He’s got a girlfriend.”

“Like that means shit,” Dad laughed, raising his ass off the bed and jackhammering me as my hands went to his hairy chest, trying to brace myself. “Does he know you take cock?”

“Nah,” I answered, bobbing up and down on Dad’s cock, trying to match my rhythm with his. “I haven’t told him I like dick.”

“Well, you oughta offer up your hole to him, Jimmy,” Dad advised. “I used to fuck my college roommate. It made us closer.”

“I dunno, Dad,” I shrugged. “I don’t want things to get weird.”

But Dad wasn’t listening to me anymore. With his eyes closed, he slowly licked his lips as he concentrated on the task at hand — breeding my hole. When Dad’s hands suddenly dug into my hips, I knew he was about to shoot. 

“Fuck, Jimmy. Get ready for it,” Dad barked urgently, giving me one last thrust. “FUCK … DAMN,” he growled, coating my guts with his cum. With his balls slowly emptying inside me, I held still upon Dad, allowing him to go soft inside of me. Suddenly, the door to my room opened.

“What the fuck?” my roommate demanded incredulously upon catching me straddling Dad, his cock still buried inside me. My roommate quickly closed the door behind him. 

“Dude. I thought … I thought you were in class,” I stuttered, mortified. Dad was silent, a wicked smile plastered on his face. The old man secretly loved getting caught. 

“Fuckin-A, Jimmy. Why didn’t you tell me you take cock?” my roommate finally admonished, unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard nine-incher. “Show me that wet cunt,” he demanded. 

Popping off my dad’s spent cock, I leaned forward onto Dad’s hairy chest and presented my used ass to my roommate, Dad’s fresh load trickling from it. 

“You were right,” Dad whispered in my ear, stroking my back as my roommate mounted my cummy hole. “The boy is hung like fuck.”

My freshman year of college was an eye-opener. I arrived at school a naive virgin, and left eight months later for summer break as the dorm cum dump. I bent over for my roommate on our first night in the dorm. He told a bud, who told a bud, and soon I was taking cock from over half the dorm. It wasn’t unusual for me to get seeded by twelve or more guys daily. I was addicted to cock.

So it wasn’t exactly easy to return home for the summer and not have my usual, steady supply of dick. Grindr to the rescue. Thankfully, there were no shortage of guys my age looking for an easy hole to breed. With my parents at work all day, I spent my days with my legs in the air taking as much cock as Grindr could deliver. I was careful to make sure my parents didn’t find out, but I hadn’t considered the neighbors.

I had just been bred by my fifth cock of the day, and it was barely 2 pm. The guy had left and I was already on Grindr looking for cock number six when a knock came at the door. Shit. It was my parents’ older neighbor Mr. Walsh. I decided to ignore him, but his knock came louder. 

“Open up, boy,” he demanded. “I know you’re in there.” Fuck.

“I’m so sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Walsh,” I ingratiated while opening the door. “I was in the bathroom.” 

“Yeah, wiping all that cum out of your hole,” he chuckled while looking me up and down. “I’ve seen the parade of boys you’ve had over here.” 

I was taken aback. He knew. And he could rat me out to my parents. I decided a denial was my best defense. “I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Walsh,” I denied coyly. “Those guys are just a few buddies.”

“Cut the shit, boy,” he interrupted. “I know you’re taking cock over here all day. And it’s about time you had a real man’s cock in that boy pussy.” He grabbed his bulging crotch for emphasis.

“I—uh—I’m really only into guys my age,” I tried to stammer. But Mr. Walsh wasn’t going to be turned away. He looked around quickly to be sure nobody was around and then did something I never would have expected—he pulled down his athletic shorts. 

I had heard the term “bull cock” before, but had never seen one in the flesh. Shit, his cock was massive. He wasn’t even hard, and yet it was the size of my forearm, hanging full and thick with a huge helmet head. And his balls? Damn. They were like two big grapefruits, juicy and full of seed. I had to have him inside me.

“What do you think, boy?” Mr. Walsh asked while gripping his thick piece of meat with his manly fist. “You want this man cock now?” 

I nodded as he pushed his way inside the house. I led him up to my bedroom, but when he saw my twin bed, he complained, “This won’t do, boy. Haven’t you got a bigger bed in this house?” 

The only bed larger than mine was my parents’ bed, so I led the way. “Yes, this bed will do, boy. I can’t wait to see your dad next, knowing I used his own bed to fuck his faggot son.”

“Take off your clothes,” Mr. Walsh ordered while dropping his athletic shorts and pulling off his t-shirt. He was already rock hard. His cock was truly fucking massive. I couldn’t believe there was any way it would fit inside my tight hole, but he gave me no time to worry any further. 

“Face down,” he barked as he pushed me down on the bed. Pulling my legs apart, he began to finger my hole. “Yeah, look at all the cum in this hole,” he observed as he pulled out a finger covered in jizz. “Looks like you’ve been a busy boy today. This used hole doesn’t need any lube.” 

I suddenly felt his huge cockhead pressing against my hole and then—WHAM—he was inside me. “HOLY FUCK,” I screamed. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled. The pain was searing, but he mercifully held still and allowed me to adjust to him. “You see, boy,” he tried to console, “it’s like jumping into cold water. It stings at first, but then you adjust and it feels good.” 

The analogy was apt, as his cock was starting to feel good. Really good. I had never before felt the sublime fullness that his big cock offered. In a way, it felt like this was the first time I’d been truly fucked.

“Yeah, boy,” he growled in my ear with all his weight upon me. “You like this big cock, don’t you? Yeah. You like having a MAN fucking you, instead of all those little boys.” He then hissed in my ear, “Hang on tight. ‘Cause I’m about to fuckin’ destroy your boy pussy.” And he did. 

For the next thirty minutes, he pounded the shit out of me. The mattress springs were squeaking, the headboard was pounding the wall, and I prayed he didn’t wreck my parents’ bed like he was wrecking my hole. I could feel his sweat dripping on my back as he heaved and grunted. Suddenly, his breathing intensified and I knew he was getting close.

“Aww, FUCK,” he bellowed. “Yeah, boy. Get ready for this nut. I’m gonna fuckin’ breed your sloppy hole.” He gave my ass two more deep thrusts and growled out, “SHIT … FUCK … DAMN … Take this load.” 

The feeling of his huge cock spurting inside me was absolutely overwhelming. I could feel each blast of his warm cum filling me from within. He finally collapsed upon me as his spent cock went slowly soft inside my ravaged hole. I was immobile. I couldn’t have moved if I tried. My cunt was destroyed. Completely wrecked. Never had I been fucked like that. And I loved every minute.

Mr. Walsh was suddenly tender. “How does it feel to be fucked by a real man?” he whispered in my ear, but I could make no answer. “Did you like this big cock, boy?” he asked softly as he finally pulled out of me, his cum flooding the sheets. I was still transfixed and unmoving, but managed to nod my head. “Good,” he replied. “Because I’m gonna be back tomorrow for more of that sweet pussy.” 

I nodded in assent again as he pulled on his clothes and left the room. I heard the front door shut as he let himself out. I didn’t move for another hour, but managed to change the sweaty, cum-soaked sheets on my parents’ bed just before they got home from work.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t thank me,” I demurred. “It was nice to get away just the two of us. Jenna is a fuckin’ bitch. She was never worthy of you.”

“That’s for sure,” he agreed, looking out over the water. “I’ve always loved this place, coming down here and staying in the cabin with your family every summer, fishing on the dock with your dad. Y’all made me feel like family.”

“Well—you’re like a brother to me,” I grinned. “You always will be.”

“I feel the same, buddy,” he smiled, taking a drag on his cigar. “That’s why I think we should talk about last night.”

“Jesus,” I groaned, embarrassed. “We don’t have to talk about it. We were drunk. These things happen.”

“We weren’t that drunk,” he objected. “I fucked your ass. I think we should talk about it.”

“Look. It doesn’t have to be a big deal,” I assured him. “You were trying to get over Jenna and I thought dumping a load in me might help. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“But it does mean something,” he exhaled in a stream of smoke. “It means something to me.”

“It does?” I asked, surprised by his candor. 

“Yeah. I mean, I guess I’ve always known you were in love with me,” he shared. 

“Christ” I cringed, turning red. “You knew? Was I that transparent?”

“Well, yeah,” he laughed. “But a part of me loved you, too, so I didn’t mind. Like you said, we’re like brothers. But when we fucked last night, and you fell asleep in my arms—well, it felt like more. And I liked that.”

“You did?” I asked in disbelief. “Are you saying you might like to, you know, be with me?”

“Yeah,” he answered, removing the cigar from his mouth and pulling me in for a kiss, his lips tasting of beer and tobacco. 

“I want you inside me again,” I begged, our lips parting. 

“Maybe we should take this inside the cabin,” he smiled, tipping back his beer. 

“You know—in about ten minutes, it’ll be dark enough for you to fuck me out here on the dock,” I suggested. “That was my fantasy all those times we fished with my dad.”

“Really?” he laughed. “I bet your dad would have enjoyed that!”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “That dirty pervert would have loved watching us fuck.”

We grew up next door to each other, but had been apart most of my freshman year of college. It was my first night back home with my parents, and I had snuck Chase up to my room after midnight.

“How many frat boy cocks have you had up in this hole since I last tapped you?” Chase asked while giving me some deep strokes. “I’m sure it was at least … DUDE … Did you hear that?” he asked urgently, pausing his thrusts.

A floorboard squeaked outside my bedroom door. Chase held still, his cock motionless inside me. “Fuck,” he whispered, “I think your parents heard us in here.”

“Don’t worry, bro,” I tried to calm him. “It’s just my dad. He knows you’re here to fuck me. Now let’s get back to—”

“Wait, what?!” Chase was incredulous. “Your dad knows we’re in here fucking?!”

“Yeah, man. He’s in the hall waiting for you to finish. I’ve promised him sloppy seconds.” I could feel Chase’s cock get even harder inside me. “What?” I asked him. “You want to watch my dad plow my cummy hole?”

“Fuck YES,” Chase blurted out, his big cock suddenly throbbing and dumping his load inside me. Just then, my bedroom door creaked open.

“Thanks for warming him up,” Dad said to Chase as he pushed him aside and thrusted his eight-incher into my used hole. “Why don’t you go grab us a few beers from downstairs? It’s gonna be a long night for this cumdump.”

“I’d like Toby to come live with us,” Shannon, my pregnant wife, announced a month before our baby was due. Toby is my wife’s kid brother. 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 a freshman in high school when I met Shannon. I pegged him as a faggot from the start. He liked chorus, dance, and theater. His only ambition in life was to be a backup dancer for Katy Perry. When I chided Shannon for not telling me that Toby is gay, she was indignant. “Toby is just artistic,” she protested. Artistic, my ass. The boy is a faggot. 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. I’m always flattered, yet I know with certainty when a dude wants 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 it up and wore a tight shirt that showed off my muscular physique, with 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 asked 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 Toby might confess to being gay. It would make it easier if the faggot would just admit to me that he likes cock.

“Nah,” Toby answered timidly while checking out my muscular arms with a furtive side glance. I got Toby talking about his high school graduation, and I made 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. It was just an alarm I had set that sounds like a ringtone. “Mind if I answer this?” I asked Toby. “It’s my buddy Greg.” Toby nodded as I pretended to answer my phone.

“Greg,” I boomed to no one 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, bud. My balls aren’t so good. We haven’t fucked in months.” I looked over at Toby and his eyes were wide. “Yeah, dude. I’m totally backed up. 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 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—”

“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.

“You know—” Toby continued 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 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 faggot, and now it was time to make it happen.

“Christ, when you put it like that, how can I refuse?” I concluded 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,” he wholeheartedly agreed as he took me by the hand and led me inside 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 bathroom adjoining Toby’s room and 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 hole. “Bring your legs up to your chest,” I directed him. “I like this position. It makes your hole feel 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 as 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 wet hole. Toby began to relax. I could tell he was enjoying the ride as I gave his hole some slow, deliberate strokes.

“Cum in my ass,” Toby begged as I began to pick up the pace.

The thought of once again shooting my wad into a warm hole 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 while feeling the cum rising in my shaft.

“Yeah, fucking breed my pussy,” 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 we stayed like that for several minutes.

Fuckin-A, I was still hard. That never happens when I fuck 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 fucking 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.

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 must have been up all night talking,” Shannon said while handing Toby a cup of coffee. “It looks like neither of you got much sleep. I hope this doesn’t become a 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.”

“Yeah,” Dad replied awkwardly.

“Who was she?” I asked pointedly.

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

“Damn, boy,” he laughed, his briefs tenting. “You’re as dirty as your mama.”

Bubba had moved into the dilapidated house across the street from my mom and me about a month earlier. Mom first spotted him from our front window. He was shirtless and making trips to his truck as he removed piles of neglected shit from the house. With his beard and muscular bod, I thought he was hot as fuck. And I wasn’t the only one to notice.

“Looks like that burly man is gonna fix up the place,” Mom announced, her gaze fixed upon him. “I should bake some cookies to take over there, welcome him to the neighborhood.”

Mom hadn’t baked cookies for anyone, including me, since Dad walked out on us more than five years ago. Two hours later, Mom clicked her way across the street in a pair of high heels that hadn’t seen the light of day in years, carrying a warm plate of Toll House cookies. She returned an hour later, her hair mussed up at the back of her head, her lipstick smeared, and her legs unsteady as she hobbled back into the house.

Mom started going over to Bubba’s a lot after that, always with some muffins she baked, or a slice of her meatloaf, or a jar of her chicken soup. And an hour later, she always hobbled back home, sweaty and disheveled, a button sometimes missing from her blouse. It didn’t take rocket science to know they were fucking. I just wished I had the nerve to go over there and offer myself up to Bubba, like Mom. Luckily, she would solve that problem for me.

“Bubba’s renovating his kitchen,” announced my mom one Saturday morning. “I’d like you to go over there and help him.”

“Do I have to?” I protested, not wanting to appear too eager about spending a morning ogling Bubba up close.

“Your daddy’s not around to teach you these things,” Mom replied. “Plus, I want Bubba to get to know you. If I play my cards right, he just might be your new daddy.”

“Mom, I don’t need another daddy,” I groaned. “I’m eighteen for Chrissake.”

“Stop back-talking me and get your ass over there,” Mom commanded. “And you better promise to be helpful to Bubba.” That was an easy promise, as I planned to be extra helpful to him.

Bubba answered the door in a pair of sweaty, tighty-whities, the outline of a thick cock protruding at his crotch. His hairy chest was matted with sweat and flecked with bits of renovation debris. “Can I help you?” he asked in a puff of smoke, a cigar gripped between his teeth.

“I’m—uh—Billy,” I introduced. “My mom sent me over to help you.”

“Your mom?” he asked incredulously, eyeing me up and down. “Who the fuck is your mom?”

“Sharon,” I answered as he stared at me blankly. “Umm—the one you’re fucking.”

“Shit, boy,” he laughed. “You’re gonna have to give me more than that. I’m fucking half the bitches on this street. It’s like fuckin’ Desperate Housewives around here.”

“The lady who brings you all the food,” I replied, gesturing to our house across the way.

“Ahh—the one with the big tits,” he smiled satisfactorily. “Sure, boy. You’re welcome to help me out. I’m demolishing the kitchen, if you wanna come in here and join me.”

Bubba led me through the torn-apart house. Through the living room, I could see into his bedroom with nothing but a mattress on the floor and a big bottle of lube next to it. I got hard imagining myself on the mattress, on all fours, with Bubba plugging me from behind.

“Why are you in your underwear?” I asked, trying not to stare at his package.

“The AC is out,” he shrugged. “It’s much more comfortable to work like this. And it looks to me that you’re not the type to have a problem with that.”

I lowered my eyes and turned three shades of red in embarrassment as we finally entered the kitchen, which looked like a war zone. Bubba grabbed a hammer, intending to repair some rotted drywall above the kitchen sink.

“You wanna grab a hammer and help me pound out this drywall?” he asked, the cigar still gripped between his teeth.

“I’d rather you pounded me with that hammer between your legs,” I answered directly, not seeing any reason to hide my intent since Bubba clearly had my number.

“Damn, boy,” he laughed, his briefs tenting. “You’re as dirty as your mama.”

“I bet you I can get even dirtier,” I taunted.

“You ever had a dick up your ass, boy?” Bubba asked, placing his cigar on the remains of the kitchen counter before pulling me toward the bedroom.

“Yes, sir. I’ve been fucked many times,” I lied. The only thing I’d ever had up my ass was a hot pink dildo with corroded batteries that I had fished out of my mom’s bathroom trash.

“Well, I hope you like it rough,” he warned, pushing me down on the mattress in his room. “Because I don’t play nice when I’m fucking ass, you hear?”

“Yes, Bubba,” I answered, sliding down my shorts as he greased up his cock with a couple of pumps from the bottle of lube on the floor. I turned my head briefly and got a glimpse of a massive cock swinging between his legs. He had to be ten inches or more. Fuck.

His hand was suddenly on the back of my head, pushing my face into the mattress. “Raise your ass a little higher,” he instructed. “Yeah, that’s good. That’s the angle I like when I fuck faggots like you.”

I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against my puckered hole. His hands went to my hips. And with one, quick thrust—WHAM—Bubba was inside me, tearing apart my virgin hole.

“FUCK,” I screamed, biting the nasty, cum-stained sheet that was under me.

“Yeah, boy,” he jeered. “Take this big, fuckin’ cock.”

The pain was excruciating at first. It felt like Bubba had shoved a baseball bat up my ass. Tears flooded my eyes, but I wasn’t about to give Bubba the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I took some deep breaths as he continued to pound my hole and, suddenly, the pain began to subside. There was a rhythm to his madness and, once I gave into it, his big cock began to feel good inside me—really good.

“You gonna take my cum?” asked Bubba as he pummeled my hole, his hairy balls slapping against my smooth ass.

“Yes, sir,” I answered. “I want you to seed this fuckin’ hole.”

“Spoken like a true cum dump,” Bubba praised. “And you’re about to get my cum.”

He was jackhammering me hard, thrusting into me at a violent pace. My hole felt destroyed, and I wondered how much longer I could endure his assault. Mercifully, Bubba soon began to emit a low growl that grew in intensity until he was grunting out his load inside me.

“FUCK,” he bellowed, his body quaking on top of me. “Take this fuckin’ nut.” I then counted ten—eleven—twelve blasts of cum as Bubba flooded my guts with his warm load. My knees gave out and Bubba collapsed upon me, his sweaty body pressed into mine. “Damn, you gotta a hot cunt on you, boy,” he grunted breathlessly, his cock still buried in my depths.

And that’s when we heard it—the shattering of glass. I turned my head to the doorway and could see my mom standing there, a plate of Toll House cookies broken at her feet, the shards of glass littered amongst the crumbled cookies.

“I baked y’all some—some cookies,” Mom stammered. “The front door was unlocked, so I let myself in when no one heard me knocking, and then I saw you two . . . fucking,” her voice trailed off before she turned on her heels and ran out of Bubba’s house, her hand covering her face.

“What the fuck’s got into her?” Bubba asked, pulling out of me, his cum gushing out of my wrecked hole.

“She’s upset,” I explained. “She thought that maybe you could be my new daddy.”

“Shit, boy,” Bubba laughed, rising from the mattress and pulling on his briefs over his wet cock. “You can call me daddy the next time we fuck. That kinda shit turns me on.”

Brax had been the hottest guy at our high school. He played football and always had a hot cheerleader on his arm. And though he was impossibly straight, I had a major crush on him. But what made Brax legendary were the wild parties he threw when his parents were out of town, which was nearly every weekend. Brax hosted one such party a week after graduation, a party that would make me infamous in our small town.

I was not out in high school, and kept my queerness a guarded secret. In a moment of weakness, I let down my guard during Brax’s post-graduation party. I was washing my hands in an upstairs bathroom after taking a piss when some drunk, hot jock whom I barely knew barged in and began to shoot his stream into the toilet. He had a thick cock with a huge helmet head, which started to get hard as I stared in awe.

“You wanna suck this cock?” the jock asked, brandishing his huge cock at me, dripping the last of his piss onto the tile floor. I instantly dropped to my knees and took his big dick down my throat.

“Yeah, faggot. Suck this cock,” the hung jock moaned, pulling out his phone to film me slobbering all over his big dick. I should’ve stopped him. I should have told him to put his phone away. But I wanted his cock, and didn’t want to jeopardize that.

Sure enough, after pumping his nut down my throat, the fucker posted the video on Insta. It was flagged and taken down in under ten minutes, but by then everyone at the party had seen it. I left the party with shouts of “faggot” and echoes of laughter in my ears.

I laid low for the rest of the summer, counting the days until I left for college. Once at school, the incident became a distant memory as I busied myself with studying, making new friends, working out … and getting fucked by the occasional drunk frat boy. Well, more than the occasional boy. I had offered up myself as a cum dump at several frat parties, taking dozens of cocks, in fact. Deep inside, I knew those frat guys were just using me. But, unlike the dude who filmed me at Brax’s party, I was allowing those frat guys to use me—I was in control.

Thus, Brax and his party were far from my mind when I returned home the next summer … and promptly ran into Brax at the gym.

“Carter?” Brax asked, almost not recognizing me. “Damn, you’ve put on some muscle, bro.” I instantly turned red, blushing under his gaze.

“Just a little,” I demurred. “I’ve been hitting the gym hard back at school.” Brax looked me up and down again, almost wantonly.

“Well, it shows,” Brax smiled. “Listen, Carter. I never really apologized for what happened at my party last summer. That dude had no right to post that video. I’m really sorry.”

“Thanks, but it wasn’t your fault,” I assured Brax, still somewhat embarrassed. “Plus, I’m completely out now, so it doesn’t matter much anymore.”

“Well, I felt responsible,” Brax replied. “I’m having a party tonight. My parents are out of town. Everyone is back home. Why don’t you come and let me make it up to you?”

Flashbacks of drunk classmates shouting “faggot” at me filled my brain. I wanted to decline, but Brax’s gorgeous eyes were pleading with me, willing me to accept his invitation. “Sure,” I finally acquiesced. “I’ll stop by tonight.”

The party was in full swing by the time I found the nerve to go inside Brax’s house that night. I expected someone to point and yell “faggot” at me as soon as I walked in the door, but it was like nobody even noticed me. I had bulked up since high school, and my haircut was different. It seemed that none of my old classmates even recognized me. Relieved, I grabbed a can of Bud from a cooler and made my way through the house, trying to find Brax. I finally found him out in the backyard.

Brax and several of his buddies were drinking around a fire pit when I approached him. Tipping back his beer, Brax locked eyes with me. “Carter! You made it!” Brax boomed, leaving his buddies at the fire pit as he greeted me.

“Yeah, I promised you,” I replied sheepishly, somewhat embarrassed to be the subject of his attention.

“Follow me,” Brax ordered. “I want to talk with you in private.” I nodded and followed Brax into the house and upstairs to his bedroom. Was this actually happening? And so fast?

“My party last summer—” Brax began once we were ensconced in his room.

“Brax, you’ve already apologized,” I stopped him with a raised hand. “It’s water under the bridge. No one here even remembers.”

“No. It’s not that,” Brax continued. “I wanted to tell you that—and I know this is gonna sound selfish after what you went through—but I was kinda jealous that you sucked off that jerk and not me.”

And then Brax leaned forward and kissed me. It was all a blur from that point forward. Frantic hands pulling off each other’s clothes. Brax lowering me onto the bed. His tongue at my hole. And then—WHAM—Brax was inside me.

“Christ, you’re hung,” I exclaimed as Brax stretched my hole with his big cock, plunging deeper inside me. His lips were back on mine, and I could taste the beer on his tongue.

“I’m so glad you came tonight,” Brax whispered in my ear, his big dick grinding inside me. There was a frantic urgency to the way he fucked me, like he couldn’t consume me fast enough. Or perhaps he was nervous about us getting caught fucking at his own party. Planking atop me, Brax persisted to jackhammer my hole at a pace that couldn’t last.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum,” Brax announced. He gave me two more deep thrusts before his body was convulsing on top of me, his cock releasing his warm seed inside me.

“Yeah, breed me,” I urged, stroking his sweaty back as his balls finished emptying inside me.

“Jesus, that was hot,” he exclaimed, pulling out of me as his lips found mine once more. I could feel his cum escaping my hole and puddling on the sheet under me.

“Can you stay tonight?” Brax asked, our lips parting.

“Uh—sure,” I agreed rolling onto my stomach, putting my ass up in the air.

“You can send your buds up to fuck me now,” I informed Brax, assuming that the reason he wanted me at the party was to be a cum dump for his buddies, like I’d done at countless frat parties back at college.

“Jesus,” Brax exclaimed. “That’s not what I meant. I don’t want to share you with my buds.” Brax rolled me back over, his eyes meeting mine.

“I’ve been pretending to be straight for too long,” Brax began. “I like you—a lot. I’ve thought you were cute since high school. And I think you can help me to finally be true to myself. What do you think?”

I couldn’t believe my high school crush had not only just fucked me, but also seemed to want a relationship with me. Taking his face in my hands, I gave Brax my answer with another deep kiss. Fuck, the boy tasted good. His hands were soon upon me, probing my cummy hole with his fingers.

“I want back inside you,” he whispered, raising himself to mount me again.

“You sure?” I asked. “Aren’t you afraid one of your buds might catch us fucking up here?”

Brax gave a brief shrug as he pushed back inside me. “They’re gonna find out about me soon enough,” he joked. “Plus, they can’t say shit about me if they’re drinking my beer.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There’s a grand opening tonight at Indigo Blue, that new denim boutique in the Village,” my girlfriend Hannah had told me earlier that day. “We should go,” she insisted. I reluctantly agreed only because we were starving college students, and the grand opening offered the promise of free champagne and hors d’oeuvres.

The place was a madhouse when I arrived that evening. Journalists, influencers, fashionistas, and hungry NYU students like me crowded the small boutique. Hannah was to meet me there after a study group, but was nowhere in the crowd. “Where are you?” I texted her. “Are you still coming?” It was twenty minutes before she finally responded.

“Sorry. Can’t make it. Study group is running late. See you at home later,” Hannah texted back. There was an absurdly hot guy Owen in her study group whom she talked about all the time. There had been a lot of recent, late-night study sessions, often with Owen. I was beginning to suspect they were fucking. But I shoved my suspicions into my pocket along with my phone.

I looked up at the chaos of the boutique, and there he was, champagne glass in hand, staring at me from across the shop. Fuck, he looked hot. His eyes told me that he wanted me. And the flutter in my chest told me that I wanted him, not to mention the eager twitch deep inside my ass.

Hannah wasn’t the only one playing around on the side. In the past year, I had started fucking around with guys. It had always been buried within me, the desire for cock. I went to Zeus, a gay club in the Meatpacking District, one Saturday night when Hannah was out of town. I got drunk, danced like a freak, and took eight loads up my ass in the men’s room. A random guy scraped me off the bathroom floor after my last load and put me in an Uber. After that, I started hitting Grindr hard, getting my ass fucked several times a week, always when Hannah was in class or working so she wouldn’t catch me. I knew cheating on her was wrong, but I was helpless to resist the urge for dick.

And once again, I was helpless as the hot-as-fuck guy with the shaved head and the glass of champagne made his way across the crowded shop to speak with me. “What do you think of the place?” he asked upon approaching me, never taking his eyes off mine.

“Oh … uh … it’s great,” I stammered.

“You’re just here for the free champagne, aren’t you?” he laughed, raising his glass.

“Yeah. You got me,” I admitted sheepishly. “My girlfriend was supposed to meet me here, but can’t make it.”

“What a shame … for her,” he pouted with feigned sincerity. “I’m Theo … Theo Grant,” he smiled, extending a hand.

“Riley Foster,” I returned, shaking his hand.

“These would look great on you, Riley,” Theo announced picking up a pair of slim-cut denims stacked nearby.

“Oh … I’m just a student at NYU. I can’t afford $300 jeans,” I shrugged.

“Nonsense. It’s on me,” he announced, ripping off the tag from a pair of jeans that were exactly my waist and inseam and tossing them at me.

“Wait. How’d you know my size?” I marveled, inspecting the pair of jeans.

“I sold men’s suits at Saks when I was in college,” Theo shrugged. “I could tell you the size of pants for any guy here … and probably the size of his cock,” he winked.

“Just the same,” I blushed, “I can’t let you buy these for me. They’re too expensive.”

“Well, I own the store, sort of,” he explained. “I’m actually the investor. It’s my buddy’s shop. He’s always dreamed of having his own denim boutique, and I put up the cash for him.”

Damn, I thought to myself, hot-as-fuck, good to his friends … and he’s also got money.

“Do you wanna grab a bite?” Theo asked out of the blue. “These veggie sticks aren’t doing it for me,” he laughed pointing to a wilting crudités platter on a table. “I know a great little Italian place just up the street.”

“Your usual, Mr. Grant?” a young hostess asked ten minutes later before taking us to a private corner booth in a cozy restaurant nestled in one of those old-New York, red-brick buildings.

“Don’t tell me you own this place, too?” I joked, picking up the menu.

“No. I don’t own the restaurant … but I do own the building,” he laughed. “In fact, I own most of this block.”

“Damn,” I exclaimed in shock, nearly choking on the breadsticks that had arrived to the table. What did this hot-as-fuck, wealthy, successful man want with me? I wondered to myself. Oh yeah … he wants to fuck me.

Despite knowing that Theo would likely be having me for dessert, he took his time and ordered us an amazing meal. I felt an instant connection to him, which both excited and scared me. Tossing off his coat and tie, undoing his collar to reveal the hint of a hairy chest, and rolling up his sleeves, Theo then wanted to know all about me and what I was studying at NYU. After giving Theo what felt like my life story over a delicious veal piccata, he began to tell me how he grew up with little money.

“My dad was a janitor at NYU,” Theo told me, sipping a glass of Chianti. “I’d sometimes accompany him on his night shifts and I vowed that I would one day go to NYU and make something of myself. My grades were good enough to get accepted, but not enough for any scholarships. So I busted my ass selling suits at Saks to put myself through college.”

“You’re so good looking,” I teased. “I bet you sold more suits than anyone.”

“I did!” he beamed. “They offered me a job as a sales manager when I got my degree in finance, but I turned it down. I wanted more.” He then took my hand and said, “I’m always wanting more.”

I gave a bashful smile, taking a spoonful of the tiramisu that had arrived. Some of the creamy mascarpone remained at the corner of my mouth after I put down my spoon. “Let me get that for you,” he offered, leaning toward me with his hand grasping my face. But then suddenly his lips were upon mine as he licked the corner of my mouth and then parted my lips with his tongue. Jesus, he was an amazing kisser. Time seemed to stop as he kissed me with a fervor that I had never experienced.

“I think it’s time for me to pay the bill and take you upstairs,” he whispered as our lips parted.

“Upstairs?” I asked.

“Yeah. I live above the restaurant,” Theo smiled. “That’s why I brought you here, Riley.”

His apartment was amazing. Brick walls. Large windows overlooking a tree-lined street. And everything tastefully appointed. “Have a seat on the couch,” Theo gestured, disappearing into the kitchen. “I’m going to open us a bottle of wine.”

With Theo preparing the wine, I stripped down, tossed my clothes in a chair, and bent myself over the leather couch, my ass presented for his use. Never in my wildest dreams could I have predicted a guy like Theo would want to fuck me. I couldn’t wait to get his cock inside me.

“Jesus Christ, Riley,” his voice came in shock as he nearly dropped the bottle of wine. “What the fuck are you doing?” Fuck.

“I … uh … I thought you wanted to fuck me,” I stammered, reaching for my clothes. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“No … Stop,” he protested as I began to pull on my clothes. “Don’t get dressed. I do want to fuck you. But not like that. I’m not some drunk frat boy,” he sneered. I hung my head in shame. “Jesus. I shouldn’t have said it like that. I’m sorry,” he apologized, pulling me toward him into an embrace. “Why don’t we forget the wine, and take this into the bedroom?”

Since I was already naked, Theo let me have the honor of undressing him. Button by button, I undid his shirt, licking his hairy chest and teasing his nips. I then made my way down to his pants, his hard cock straining against the soft fabric of his designer dress pants. Fuck, his dick promised to be big. I unzipped his pants and pushed down his CK briefs, freeing his massive cock in one quick motion. “Holy fuck, you’re huge!” I exclaimed upon getting my first look at his thick, nine-inch cock. But before I could say more, Theo’s lips were upon mine, kissing me with the same intensity as in the restaurant booth.

“I’m still a bit hungry,” Theo teased, scooping me up in his muscular arms and placing me on the bed. Kissing me again, he then moved down my body until he was between my legs, pulling my knees apart, and pushing his tongue into my puckered hole. None of the guys who had fucked me before had ever taken the time to eat me out, and I was reveling in the sensation.

“I can’t take it anymore,” I finally moaned, my back arching as Theo went to town on my hole. “I want you inside of me,” I begged. Theo licked his lips upon coming up for air, gave a devious grin, and then positioned himself above me, the tip on his massive cock resting against my wet, eager hole.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Theo exclaimed pushing into me. “Jesus, your ass feels incredible.” Planking above me, Theo began to treat my hole to some slow, deliberate strokes before gradually increasing his pace. I’d never been fucked so well. “You feeing good?” he asked, thrusting deep inside me.

“Yes,” I nodded, barely able to speak, as I gripped his buttocks.

“That’s it. Hang on to me,” he instructed. “It’s about to get intense.” Theo then raised himself higher and began to jackhammer my hole at a feverish pace. His sweat rained upon me as he pummeled my hole over and over again. Jesus, it felt incredible. I didn’t want it to stop, but I knew he couldn’t last much longer at that pace. “Fuck, Riley,” he cried out urgently. “I’m about to bust … FUCK.”

“Yeah, breed my hole,” I cried as his cock swelled and throbbed within me, releasing his warm seed. His lips were upon me again, kissing me with fervor as his balls finished emptying inside me.

“Holy fuck, that was good,” Theo exhaled upon collapsing atop me. We stayed that way, melded as one, for several minutes before Theo arose from the bed. “I gotta take a piss,” he announced. “Must be all that wine at dinner,” he laughed while trotting off to the bathroom. He joked about trying to piss through his still-hard cock, and then returned to bed once his bladder was empty. “What are you doing?” he asked, finding me on my phone.

“I’m just calling an Uber,” I answered, staring at my phone.

“An Uber?” Theo asked incredulously. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No … Not at all,” I replied in truth. “I just thought you’d want me to leave now that you’ve tapped my ass.”

“Riley, I don’t want you to leave,” Theo pleaded softly, pulling me into his arms. “You’re not just another notch on my bedpost, another ass to tap. I like you … a lot. I want to get to know you more. And I’d like you to spend the night with me. But … you don’t have to stay.”

“I … I’d like to stay the night,” I demurred. “But my girlfriend Hannah. I should get home to her.”

“Riley, I don’t know all that much about your relationship with Hannah,” he spoke softly, stroking my back. “But it seems to me that it’s not much of a relationship if you’re here with me. And you can’t spend the rest of your life with her while getting fucked by a line of guys in the men’s room at Zeus.”

“Wait … How do you know about that?” I asked incredulously.

“I was there … that night at Zeus,” Theo confessed. “I saw you dancing and thought you were cute as fuck. I was about to approach you to buy you a drink when some guy pulled you into the men’s room. And then an hour later, I went to take a piss and found you still in there, hunched over a toilet with your pants around your ankles.”

“Wait … Are you the guy who put me in the Uber?” I asked, astonished.

“Yes, Riley,” Theo answered. “That was me. And I’ve never forgiven myself for not doing more to help you that night. And when I saw you at the grand opening tonight, I knew I had a chance to make things right.”

“I was fine,” I assured him. “Thank you for the Uber, but it was my choice to get fucked by eight guys in a men’s room. I didn’t need help or for you to be, like, my savior or something.”

“I’m not saying that you needed a savior,” he refuted. “But I’d like it if maybe you could need me. Because, after this night together, I feel like I might need you … in my life.” Before I could respond, my phone buzzed from the bed table.

“Fuck. It’s Hannah,” I exclaimed, reading her text and tapping out a quick reply to her. “She said she’s still studying with her friend Owen, and that I shouldn’t wait up for her.”

“Well … What did you tell her?” Theo asked, propping himself up on one arm.

“I told her not to worry … because I wasn’t coming home tonight,” I laughed while reaching for his still-hard cock. Theo’s lips were upon mine as he began to plank above me once more.

“I hope you know that when I invited you to spend the night,” Theo said while pushing his big cock back inside me, “I didn’t mean that we’d actually get any sleep.”

“Your roommate let me in, Jimmy. He just left for class,” Dad replied, looking up at me with his baby blues, the sunlight kissing the gray in his manly beard. 

“But why are you here?” I questioned. 

“Your Mom kicked me out again,” Dad reported somberly. “You know what to do.”

“Fine,” I acquiesced, unzipping his pants and reaching up to stroke his furry chest as I took his thick, hairy cock down my throat. 

“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, his head rolling back. “Your talented mouth is just what I need. Suck my balls some, Jimmy. I don’t want to pop my nut too fast.”

“What happened with Mom this time?” I asked Dad while slobbering all over his nut sack. 

“Your mom, she—uh—caught me doing a little plumbing over at Mrs. Shapiro’s house,” he admitted sheepishly. 

“Jesus, Dad,” I scolded. “Why can’t you keep your dick in your pants?”

“Well, Jimmy. Maybe if your mother would spread her legs for me more than twice a year, this wouldn’t be an issue,” Dad sneered. “And it doesn’t help that you’re an hour away and not around anymore to drain my balls.”

“I understand,” I tried to sympathize, returning his cock to my mouth. 

“You think you might want to ride it for me?” Dad asked, softly stroking the back of my head. 

“I dunno, Dad,” I shrugged, coming up for air. “I’ve got another class in twenty minutes.”

“Oh, come on, Jimmy,” he begged. “I could really use some ass right now. And you know I nut fast.”

“Fine,” I acquiesced once more, dropping my shorts as I straddled his thick cock. “Go slow,” I warned. “You know I’m super tight.”

“Christ,” Dad grunted, pushing into me as he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me down on him. “I’m surprised you’re still so tight. Aren’t you bending over for your roommate? He looks to be hung.”

“He’s hung like fuck,” I answered. “I’ve seen it a couple times after he’s showered, but we don’t play together. He’s got a girlfriend.”

“Like that means shit,” Dad laughed, raising his ass off the bed and jackhammering me as my hands went to his hairy chest, trying to brace myself. “Does he know you take cock?”

“Nah,” I answered, bobbing up and down on Dad’s cock, trying to match my rhythm with his. “I haven’t told him I like dick.”

“Well, you oughta offer up your hole to him, Jimmy,” Dad advised. “I used to fuck my college roommate. It made us closer.”

“I dunno, Dad,” I shrugged. “I don’t want things to get weird.”

But Dad wasn’t listening to me anymore. With his eyes closed, he slowly licked his lips as he concentrated on the task at hand — breeding my hole. When Dad’s hands suddenly dug into my hips, I knew he was about to shoot. 

“Fuck, Jimmy. Get ready for it,” Dad barked urgently, giving me one last thrust. “FUCK … DAMN,” he growled, coating my guts with his cum. With his balls slowly emptying inside me, I held still upon Dad, allowing him to go soft inside of me. Suddenly, the door to my room opened.

“What the fuck?” my roommate demanded incredulously upon catching me straddling Dad, his cock still buried inside me. My roommate quickly closed the door behind him. 

“Dude. I thought … I thought you were in class,” I stuttered, mortified. Dad was silent, a wicked smile plastered on his face. The old man secretly loved getting caught. 

“Fuckin-A, Jimmy. Why didn’t you tell me you take cock?” my roommate finally admonished, unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard nine-incher. “Show me that wet cunt,” he demanded. 

Popping off my dad’s spent cock, I leaned forward onto Dad’s hairy chest and presented my used ass to my roommate, Dad’s fresh load trickling from it. 

“You were right,” Dad whispered in my ear, stroking my back as my roommate mounted my cummy hole. “The boy is hung like fuck.”

My freshman year of college was an eye-opener. I arrived at school a naive virgin, and left eight months later for summer break as the dorm cum dump. I bent over for my roommate on our first night in the dorm. He told a bud, who told a bud, and soon I was taking cock from over half the dorm. It wasn’t unusual for me to get seeded by twelve or more guys daily. I was addicted to cock.

So it wasn’t exactly easy to return home for the summer and not have my usual, steady supply of dick. Grindr to the rescue. Thankfully, there were no shortage of guys my age looking for an easy hole to breed. With my parents at work all day, I spent my days with my legs in the air taking as much cock as Grindr could deliver. I was careful to make sure my parents didn’t find out, but I hadn’t considered the neighbors.

I had just been bred by my fifth cock of the day, and it was barely 2 pm. The guy had left and I was already on Grindr looking for cock number six when a knock came at the door. Shit. It was my parents’ older neighbor Mr. Walsh. I decided to ignore him, but his knock came louder. 

“Open up, boy,” he demanded. “I know you’re in there.” Fuck.

“I’m so sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Walsh,” I ingratiated while opening the door. “I was in the bathroom.” 

“Yeah, wiping all that cum out of your hole,” he chuckled while looking me up and down. “I’ve seen the parade of boys you’ve had over here.” 

I was taken aback. He knew. And he could rat me out to my parents. I decided a denial was my best defense. “I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Walsh,” I denied coyly. “Those guys are just a few buddies.”

“Cut the shit, boy,” he interrupted. “I know you’re taking cock over here all day. And it’s about time you had a real man’s cock in that boy pussy.” He grabbed his bulging crotch for emphasis.

“I—uh—I’m really only into guys my age,” I tried to stammer. But Mr. Walsh wasn’t going to be turned away. He looked around quickly to be sure nobody was around and then did something I never would have expected—he pulled down his athletic shorts. 

I had heard the term “bull cock” before, but had never seen one in the flesh. Shit, his cock was massive. He wasn’t even hard, and yet it was the size of my forearm, hanging full and thick with a huge helmet head. And his balls? Damn. They were like two big grapefruits, juicy and full of seed. I had to have him inside me.

“What do you think, boy?” Mr. Walsh asked while gripping his thick piece of meat with his manly fist. “You want this man cock now?” 

I nodded as he pushed his way inside the house. I led him up to my bedroom, but when he saw my twin bed, he complained, “This won’t do, boy. Haven’t you got a bigger bed in this house?” 

The only bed larger than mine was my parents’ bed, so I led the way. “Yes, this bed will do, boy. I can’t wait to see your dad next, knowing I used his own bed to fuck his faggot son.”

“Take off your clothes,” Mr. Walsh ordered while dropping his athletic shorts and pulling off his t-shirt. He was already rock hard. His cock was truly fucking massive. I couldn’t believe there was any way it would fit inside my tight hole, but he gave me no time to worry any further. 

“Face down,” he barked as he pushed me down on the bed. Pulling my legs apart, he began to finger my hole. “Yeah, look at all the cum in this hole,” he observed as he pulled out a finger covered in jizz. “Looks like you’ve been a busy boy today. This used hole doesn’t need any lube.” 

I suddenly felt his huge cockhead pressing against my hole and then—WHAM—he was inside me. “HOLY FUCK,” I screamed. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled. The pain was searing, but he mercifully held still and allowed me to adjust to him. “You see, boy,” he tried to console, “it’s like jumping into cold water. It stings at first, but then you adjust and it feels good.” 

The analogy was apt, as his cock was starting to feel good. Really good. I had never before felt the sublime fullness that his big cock offered. In a way, it felt like this was the first time I’d been truly fucked.

“Yeah, boy,” he growled in my ear with all his weight upon me. “You like this big cock, don’t you? Yeah. You like having a MAN fucking you, instead of all those little boys.” He then hissed in my ear, “Hang on tight. ‘Cause I’m about to fuckin’ destroy your boy pussy.” And he did. 

For the next thirty minutes, he pounded the shit out of me. The mattress springs were squeaking, the headboard was pounding the wall, and I prayed he didn’t wreck my parents’ bed like he was wrecking my hole. I could feel his sweat dripping on my back as he heaved and grunted. Suddenly, his breathing intensified and I knew he was getting close.

“Aww, FUCK,” he bellowed. “Yeah, boy. Get ready for this nut. I’m gonna fuckin’ breed your sloppy hole.” He gave my ass two more deep thrusts and growled out, “SHIT … FUCK … DAMN … Take this load.” 

The feeling of his huge cock spurting inside me was absolutely overwhelming. I could feel each blast of his warm cum filling me from within. He finally collapsed upon me as his spent cock went slowly soft inside my ravaged hole. I was immobile. I couldn’t have moved if I tried. My cunt was destroyed. Completely wrecked. Never had I been fucked like that. And I loved every minute.

Mr. Walsh was suddenly tender. “How does it feel to be fucked by a real man?” he whispered in my ear, but I could make no answer. “Did you like this big cock, boy?” he asked softly as he finally pulled out of me, his cum flooding the sheets. I was still transfixed and unmoving, but managed to nod my head. “Good,” he replied. “Because I’m gonna be back tomorrow for more of that sweet pussy.” 

I nodded in assent again as he pulled on his clothes and left the room. I heard the front door shut as he let himself out. I didn’t move for another hour, but managed to change the sweaty, cum-soaked sheets on my parents’ bed just before they got home from work.