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Cody was silent for a moment, his eyes glued to my big, floppy cock swinging between my legs, taunting him. Knowing that Cody likes dick, I had assumed it was only a matter of time before the boy came for mine. But did I have it in me to refuse him?

“I have an offer for you,” Cody finally answered me, his eyes traveling up and down my body.

“I don’t think you have anything to offer me,” I sneered, not wanting to jeopardize my marriage by giving my cock to my stepson. “Now get the fuck out of my room and put some clothes on before your mother gets home and finds you like this.”

“Mom’s out shopping,” Cody informed me, his hand moving south and stroking his soft, curly pubes. “She won’t be home for hours.”

“So is that your twisted plan?” I laughed mockingly. “To seduce me while your mother is out? I’ve always suspected that you’re attracted to me, but this is—”

“Please hear me out,” he interrupted. “I want something.”

“No shit,” I laughed again. “You obviously want my cock.”

“No—I mean, yes, I want your cock—but I also want something else.”

“Something else?” I appraised him, eyebrow raised.

“Yes. I’m turning twenty-one next month, and I want a new car.”

“A new car?” I scoffed. “You already have a car. I bought you that used Honda CR-V when you turned sixteen.”

“Yes—but I want a BMW now—an X5.”

“A BMW?” I gasped. “Are you fucking insane?”

“My car is a piece of shit. It’s embarrassing,” Cody whined petulantly.

“You’re lucky to have a car,” I spat. “I had to bum rides from my parents or friends when I was your age.”

“I know—that’s why I’m offering to suck your cock—to sweeten the deal.”

“Suck my cock?” I snickered. “That might work for your mother when she wants a pair of earrings or another handbag. But I’m not gonna buy you a fucking BMW just because you sucked my cock.”

“You can cum in my mouth,” Cody offered, licking his lips. “I’ll swallow your load.”

“While I applaud your fervor, the answer is still a big—fat—NO.”

“What if—what if I let you fuck my ass?”

“Jesus,” I exhaled. “Do you know how fucked up that is—the thought of sticking my dick in my own stepson? You’ve gotta be fucked in the head if you think—”

But before I could finish my thought, Cody rolled over on the bed. Flat on his stomach, the boy spread his legs and raised his ass, presenting his pink, puckered pussy to me—a hole just begging to be fucked.

“Fuck me,” he pleaded, glancing back at me. I was speechless. Immobile. And rock fucking hard. “I want your big cock inside me,” Cody begged. “Fuck me with that big dick.”

As if in a trance, I climbed onto the bed. I wasn’t going to fuck the boy. Honestly. I just wanted a better look at his cunt. A perfect little hole rimmed in soft, downy fur, it reminded me of my first girlfriend’s virgin pussy—splitting it open on my dorm bed my freshman year, my cock feeling massive in her tight, virginal cunt.

Before I could stop myself, I had a finger in the boy. I had to feel it. The tight folds of his anus gripped me, gliding over my knuckle as I pushed into the boy. His hole was wet. The devious little fucker had planned ahead and was already lubed and ready to be fucked.

“Christ, you’re tight,” I marveled.

“Mmm, your finger feels so good inside me,” Cody moaned, his ass grinding on it. “But just imagine how good your big cock will feel when you’re balls deep in this tight pussy.”

I could indeed imagine it—the blissful sensation of plunging the entire length of my big cock inside him, my balls mashed against the downy fur of his cunt. I no longer wanted to just imagine it—I had to make it happen.

Pushing his legs wider apart with my knees, I pressed my hands firmly at either side of his hips. Raising myself into a plank above him, I dropped my hips, my cock probing his cunt. And then—BAM—I was inside him.

“JESUS CHRIST,” Cody wailed, gripping the bedspread, his pussy split in two. “You’re so fucking BIG.”

I’m a tender lover with my wife, always starting slow and gentle, allowing her to adjust to my big cock before giving her a proper fucking. But all bets were off with her son. He crawled into my bed as a boy—but I was going to fuck him like a man. No mercy.

“FUCK,” Cody screamed as I went from zero to sixty in three seconds, pummeling his tight, little cunt at a relentless pace. He was gasping for air, tears in his eyes, his body writhing under me. “Slow up,” he begged. “Please SLOW UP.”

But I ignored him, pounding him harder, his head hitting the headboard over and over. I had fucked his mother on the same bed just the night before, my dried cum still on the sheets. I wondered what she would think if she walked in and found me fucking her beloved son, my big cock defiling his precious body—and the thought only made me harder.

“Fuck me,” Cody pleaded breathlessly, his sphincter finally relenting to my girth. His body had gone limp, giving into the fight. I had established my dominance—that his hole was mine—and in return, the boy had submitted fully to me, his hole an object for me to use and destroy.

“You like this big cock?” I demanded, sweat dripping off my body and raining down upon him as I pummeled him harder and harder, our bodies smacking with each thrust. An animalistic intensity had possessed me. “You like this big cock up your ass?”

“YES,” he gasped as I plunged deeper into him. “Your big cock feels so fucking good.”

I dropped my full weight upon him, my arms wrapping under him, pulling him into me—our bodies united. Instinctively, Cody tilted his hips, raising his ass, allowing me to go deeper inside him. The angle was incredible, my balls slapping his cunt with each thrust. His boy pussy felt so good—too good.

“You want my load?” I asked rhetorically, the inevitable pressure building in my balls, the cum rising in my shaft. “You want me to cum up your ass?”

“Yes—fucking breed me,” Cody panted, his hips echoing my rhythm. “Seed my fucking hole.”

Instantly, I exploded in the boy—an orgasm of epic proportions as I convulsed on top of him. My cock seemed to throb endlessly as shot after shot of my thick load spewed into the boy’s depths.

“FUCK—I can feel you cumming inside me,” Cody marveled as my balls emptied in his dark recesses. “It feels so fucking warm.”

“Fuck that was good,” I exhaled, pulling out of him, my cock spent, my pearly load dripping from his wrecked hole. “You’ve got a cunt made for cock.”

“Thanks,” Cody smiled deviously, rolling over to face me on the bed. “So—now that you fucked me—are you gonna buy me that BMW?”

“Nice try,” I laughed, reclining on the pillow. “I never made that promise to you.”

“I know,” Cody shrugged. “I just thought that after fucking me, you might—”

“Where did you ever get such a crazy, fucked-up idea?” I demanded. “Thinking that I would buy you a fucking BMW just because you gave up your slutty ass to me?”

“It was Mom’s idea,” the boy confessed.

“What?” I gasped incredulously. “Your mother put you up to this?”

“Yeah,” Cody nodded. “She said that—even if you don’t buy me a BMW—that maybe you’d start giving me your big cock a few times a week, so she can get a break from it.”

“Your mother is a smart woman,” I laughed, propping my arms behind my head, my cock still hard and pointing at the ceiling. “You think you might want this cock again?”

“Fuck YES,” Cody exclaimed, gripping my hard dick and climbing upon it. Riding it like a cowboy, his firm ass grinding into me, he soon had me emptying a second load into his cummy hole.

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

“Nice to meet you,” Baron smiled, looking me up and down as we shook hands. He was clearly sizing me up, deciding if I was good enough for his younger brother. “Clark has told us so much about you.”

“Hey—I’m Mina, Baron’s wife,” a gorgeous woman in a pink bikini suddenly popped out from behind a beach umbrella and joined us. “And those are our kids Henry and Lilly splashing down at the shore. Did you guys have any trouble finding the spare key up at the house?”

“No trouble at all,” I smiled, looking back towards their beach house. “You have a gorgeous home. Thanks for inviting Clark and me.”

“I always invite my brother and the latest guy he’s fucking—oops—I mean, dating,” Baron laughed. 

“Hey—fuck off,” Clark punched his older brother playfully. 

But before my boyfriend could admonish Baron any further, Henry and Lilly came running up to us. “Help us build a sand castle, Uncle Clark,” Lilly begged, pulling my boyfriend towards the shore. 

“A big one with a moat,” Henry added as Clark abandoned me to play with his niece and nephew. 

“The kids love their uncle,” Baron shared as we watched Clark and the kids shoveling sand into buckets a short distance from the breaking waves while Mina snapped pictures with her phone. “They’re crazy about him.”

“I’m also crazy about Clark,” I smiled bashfully. 

“We’ll see about that,” Baron replied under his breath. 

“What was that?” I attempted to clarify. 

“Nothing,” Baron smiled deviously. “Say—how about you give me a hand with the beer cooler? It’s up at the house and I could sure use some help dragging it down here.”

As we traversed the weathered boardwalk that crossed the dunes and led up to the house, I couldn’t keep my eyes off Baron. Fuck, he was hot. I had always had a thing for breeder cock. And from the bulge in his swim trunks, it was clear Baron had a big one. But I needed to be on my best behavior. I was in love with Clark and wanted to make a good impression on his big brother. 

“Mina left the beer cooler by the fridge,” Baron announced as we entered their spacious kitchen. 

Through a large picture window, I could see down to the shore. Clark was nearly buried to his neck as his niece and nephew dumped buckets of sand upon his body. Mina was in a nearby beach chair, laughing and encouraging them. 

“He’s having so much fun playing with your kids,” I observed, facing the window, my back to Baron. 

“I like to have fun, too,” Baron was suddenly behind me, his muscular arm wrapping around my chest, his other hand reaching down the back of my swim trunks. “You wanna play with me?” he asked, his thick finger probing my hole.

“What—what’s happening?” I stammered, my body frozen in shock. 

“Now I know why you two were so late in meeting us down at the shore,” Baron withdrew his finger from my ass, slicked with Clark’s load. “You guys were up here fucking, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” I admitted just before Baron shoved his cummy finger in my mouth, Clark’s load coating my tongue. “Clark wanted to fuck me while we had the house to ourselves.”

“Lucky for you,” Baron proceeded to hike down my swim trunks, “I fucking love to breed a sloppy hole.”

“But—but should we do this?” I protested feebly as Baron shoved me up against the kitchen counter, fumbling with the drawstring on his swim trunks. “You’re married, and I’m in love with your brother. You shouldn’t fuck me.”

“I’ve fucked all of Chad’s old boyfriends,” Baron admitted, his swim trunks dropping to his ankles, his rounded cock head pressing up against my puckered hole. “From the time we were kids, I’ve always believed that his toys also belonged to me.”

“If—if we do this, you gotta promise that it stays between us,” I conditioned. “Clark can never know that I let you fuck me.”

“Deal,” Baron agreed, grabbing me by the hips and impaling my ass with one, deep thrust. 

“FUCK,” I screamed a flash of pain gripping my bowels. “You’re so much bigger than Clark.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” Baron gloated as he began to pummel my hole. “Jesus, my brother blasted a big load in you,” he observed, his shaft coated in Clark’s pearly cum. “Don’t worry, I’ll soon be adding my jizz to the mix.”

Though I knew it was wrong to be giving up my ass to my boyfriend’s brother, I couldn’t deny that it was hot as fuck. Sometimes the wrong things in life can feel the best. And Baron’s big cock was feeling fucking incredible inside of me. 

“Fuck me with that big dick,” I begged, gripping the kitchen counter. “Fucking wreck my cunt.”

“Spoken like a true cock slut,” Baron smacked my ass as he railed the shit out of me. His hands moved to my shoulders, digging into my flesh as his massive cock routed my depths. “You like this big dick in your cunt?” he demanded. “You like getting fucked up the ass by your boyfriend’s hung brother?”

“Yes,” I exclaimed, my eyes rolling back into my head as he thrusted deeper within me. “Your big dick feels so fucking good in my pussy.”

Through the picture window, I could still see my boyfriend still playing at the shore with his niece and nephew. I felt a pang of guilt, giving up my ass to his brother. Clark didn’t mind sharing me with other guys, enjoying the role of cuckold on occasion. But what would my boyfriend think about his own brother breeding my ass? I wouldn’t have much time to ponder the question. 

“I’m getting close, dude,” Baron announced suddenly, pummeling me hard, his balls slapping my ass with each thrust. “You ready for my cum?”

“Yes—breed me,” I begged, his cock swelling inside me, ready to burst. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“FUCK,” Baron grunted, slamming me against the kitchen counter as his big cock discharged within me, his warm load spewing into my bowels. “Yeah, take this fuckin’ nut, bitch,” he growled. 

His body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure as his swimmers went surging through my guts, uniting with the seed that my boyfriend had left behind, like some fucked up family reunion. I knew it was wrong to have let Baron fuck me, but taking his big cock had been worth my lapse in morality. 

“Damn, I needed that,” he slapped my ass while pulling out of me, a torrent of cum—both his and his brother’s—escaping from my wrecked hole. “You gotta cunt made for a big dick.”

And then Baron did something completely unexpected. Gripping my ass cheeks with his meaty hands, he dove his face at my hole and lapped up the pearly mess he had left behind. Upon finishing his meal, Baron spun me around and kissed me deeply, his cummy tongue dancing with mine. 

“My brother and I taste good together, don’t we?” he prompted as our lips parted. 

“Fucking delicious,” I admitted. 

“Now hurry up and pull up your swim trunks,” Baron ordered as he did the same. “We need to get this beer cooler down to the shore. We don’t need Clark and Mina wondering what’s taking us so long.”

We had just finished lugging the beer cooler down the boardwalk when Baron’s kids came running up, begging for a walk down to the lighthouse. Clark and I stayed behind as Baron and Mina followed their kids along the shore, leaving us with some time alone. 

“He fucked you, didn’t he?” Clark accused, reaching into the beer cooler and popping open a can of Bud Light. “You gave your ass to my brother up at the house, didn’t you?”

“No—n—nothing happened,” I stuttered unconvincingly. “I would never—”

“Babe, don’t worry,” Clark cut me off. “I’m not mad. I told Baron that he could fuck you.”

“Wait—you told your brother to fuck me?” I demanded. “And you didn’t think to clue me in?”

“I didn’t want you to feel pressured,” Clark explained. “Baron has fucked all my old boyfriends. He loves fucking ass, but Mina won’t let him near her back door. So I try to help him out when I can. I know it’s fucked up.”

“Yeah, it’s fucked up,” I conceded. “But also hot as fuck.”

“I’m glad you agree, babe,” Clark wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in for a kiss. “Because Baron and I plan on tagging your ass tonight after Mina and the kids are in bed.”