“You said it’s your birthday?” the hung, married stud inquired while staring down at me as he wrecked my virgin hole, one of my skinny legs braced against his muscular chest.
“Yeah,” I winced, my eyes rolling back into my head as he plowed deeper into me.
“Happy birthday!” my parents had wished me a few hours earlier as I blew out eighteen candles on a Baskin-Robbins ice cream cake.
“What’d you wish for?” Dad asked.
“Can’t say or it won’t come true,” I replied, suppressing a devious smile, my cock growing hard as I thought about my wish.
“I can’t believe you’re eighteen,” Mom beamed through teary eyes. “My little baby is all grown up and has become a man.”
It was true. In the past year I had put on some muscle and started having to shave more often. But deep down inside, I didn’t feel like a man. I felt like a bitch—a slutty bitch. And all I really wanted for my eighteenth birthday was to get my cherry popped by a big dick. Grindr to the rescue.
I waited until my parents were in bed that night before downloading Grindr. Rapidly setting up an account, I was soon on the hunt for some dick. I didn’t have a car, so I needed someone close enough for me to travel by bike.
I had hoped for a guy my age. Maybe a cute frat guy. But none of the younger guys who were looking for some ass were anywhere near me. It seemed that I was in a cock desert. I was about to give up when I got pinged by a hung, older dude who looked to be nearby.
“Want this big dick?” he taunted along with a pic of a huge cock. My ass started to twitch.
The guy was thirty-five, bearded, and covered in ink. I wasn’t planning to lose my virginity to a guy who was much older than me—but that cock. Fuck. I wanted it up my ass in the worst way. And what could be better than getting my cherry popped by a massive dick?
“You want this cock or not?” his message flashed impatiently on my phone.
“Yes,” I tapped back quickly. “Just give me your address.”
He lived just five blocks away—an easy trip on my bike. Ten minutes later, I was standing on his front porch, nervous as fuck but determined to get my cherry pulverized.
“Shit, man. You’re legal, right?” he asked hesitantly upon opening the door and getting a look at me. “I’m married and don’t need to land my ass in jail for fucking some underage kid.”
“Yeah, I’m legal,” I replied with a nervous laugh. “It’s my birthday today. I just turned eighteen.”
“Jesus, I’m going to hell,” the guy sighed, looking me up and down. He then pulled me inside the house, muttering something about jailbait.
“Bedroom is in the back,” he directed, leading me through the house. The room was dark, but he flipped a switch that flooded the room in light. “I like to see when I’m fucking,” he explained.
On the bed table was a wedding picture of the guy and his pretty wife, the epitome of a happy couple. “Where is she?” I asked, gesturing at the photo as we both stripped out of our clothes.
“She works nights,” he explained, tossing off his briefs, his massive cock fully erect and reaching for the sky.
“Fuckin-A,” I exclaimed, terrified. His huge cock looked much larger than in his Grindr pics. Getting it in me seemed impossible.
“Don’t worry. I’ll use lots of lube,” he replied, sensing my apprehension and grabbing a small bottle off the bed table.
“Uh—have you got any condoms?” I asked, scanning the room upon not seeing any on the bed table.
“Why? Are you ovulating?” he laughed. “Sorry, kid. I only fuck raw. You okay with that?”
I gave a nod, for I was willing to do anything to lose my virginity that night—even if it meant I wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. I climbed onto the bed on all fours, presenting my pink, puckered hole to him.
“No,” he barked, slathering his big cock with lube. “Roll over on your back. I want to see your face while I destroy your pussy.”
I dutifully complied, rolling over onto my back as he climbed onto the bed. He pushed my legs wide, his hands on my thighs, opening up my hole for him. And then he plunged into me with one, deep thrust.
“HOLY FUCK,” I screamed, gripping his muscular, tatted arms, my hole torn in two.
“You a virgin?” he asked, executing a series of shallow thrusts.
“Uh huh,” I gave a pained, red-faced nod in affirmation.
“Shit, man,” he laughed. “Go big or go home, right?”
I was definitely not going home—not until he had fully deflowered me with his load up my ass. The thought of getting seeded by this hung stud drove me wild.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he exclaimed, teeth gritted. “I’m gonna have to go slow or I’ll bust too fast in this tight cunt.”
I was thankful for that, as his big dick hurt like fuck. But after giving me some slow, deliberate strokes, my hole began to accept his big cock. Having him inside me was actually starting to feel good. Really good. But it was only the start.
“How you doing there?” he asked, looking down at his cock as it glided in and out of me.
“Fucking awesome,” I answered, reveling in the fullness inside my cunt.
“Good,” he replied, “because I’m gonna go a bit deeper.” Bracing one of my legs against his muscular chest, his meaty hands holding up his weight on either side of my body, he forced his big cock even deeper inside me.
My sphincter widened instinctively as he began to hammer me with ever increasing force. Jesus, it felt amazing. It was like an out-of-body experience. I thought I was almost losing consciousness, when his voice suddenly broke through to me.
“You said it’s your birthday?” he inquired with a deep thrust.
“Yeah,” I winced, my eyes rolling back into my head as he plowed deeper and harder into me.
“Happy birthday,” he growled, pushing my knees into my chest. “Now raise your ass a little higher and you’ll soon have my gift to you.”
I did as instructed and suddenly he was forcefully jackhammering the shit out of me. The feeling was so intense. I was certain I was on the cusp of blacking out, when he suddenly hit the breaks.
“FUCK,” he grunted, his big cock throbbing inside me as he flooded my guts. I could feel spurt after spurt of his warm seed releasing in my depths.
“Breed me,” I begged, overwhelmed by the sudden warmth in my bowels. As his balls finished emptying, he made one final thrust with his cock before collapsing upon me. I could barely breathe under the weight of him.
“Happy birthday,” he wished me once again in a mocking tone, his breath hot in my ear. “You’re now a man—and a cumdump.”
He rested atop me for several more minutes, his breathing slowly returning to normal, before raising himself up on his arms and withdrawing his big cock from me. A gush of warm cum escaped my cavernous void and flooded the sheet under me.
“Guess I better wash those sheets before the wife gets home,” he announced, pulling on his shorts over his wet, swollen cock. “You better get your ass home before your parents put out an Amber alert.”
I could barely walk as I climbed off the bed and tried to support myself on my wobbly legs. I reached for my clothes, my head spinning with euphoria.
“You’ve got a cunt made for cock,” he praised as he lead me back to the front door. “My wife is a nurse on the night shift over at Fairview General. Bring that tight cunt back any night you want.”
“How about tomorrow night?” I asked as he opened the door for me.
“That’s a good cumdump,” he replied with a devious smile. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
I walked my bike back home, my ass too sore and abused for me to ride it. I was almost to my house when I spotted Dad sitting on the front steps, waiting for me while smoking a cigar. Fuck. I was busted.
“You get yourself some birthday cock?” Dad asked accusatorily in a puff of smoke.
“Yeah,” I conceded sheepishly. “Wait—how’d you know that I’m—?”
“Gay?” he cut me off. “Shit. I’ve known ever since you were four years old and would prance around the house in your mom’s high heels and pearls.”
“Gay or straight. Pussy or cock. I don’t give a fuck what you are or what you like,” Dad shared. “I just want you to be happy.”
“Thanks, Dad,” I smiled bashfully.
“So, did it hurt—the guy’s cock?” he asked, handing me the cigar as I took a seat next to him.
“Yeah,” I admitted, taking a drag. “He was hung like fuck. It hurt like a motherfucker.”
“Ha!” Dad laughed. “But did you like it?”
“Yeah,” I coughed, handing the cigar back to him. “I fucking loved it.”
“That’s my boy. Or should I say man?” Dad beamed proudly, his arm wrapped around my shoulder. “Happy birthday, son.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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