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It had been a rough year. I had knocked up a girl on our third date. That’s what I get for spurning condoms. In my defense, she told me she was on the pill—allegedly. As soon as she saw the two pink lines on the pee stick, she knew she wanted to keep the baby. Having grown up with an absent dad, I wasn’t going to do that to my own kid. So I did the honorable thing and married her, even though I was not ready to be done with sowing my wild oats at a mere 22 years old. 

She had a difficult pregnancy, so sex went out the window almost immediately. I thought things would change once the baby came, but I was deluded. First she was too sore to fuck, then too tired after taking care of the baby all day. I was condemned to a life of rubbing one out in the shower each morning, watching my load circling down the drain—my sex life with it. 

To add insult to injury, money was tight. My day job wasn’t paying our bills, so I started working for Grubhub at night for extra cash. I enjoyed getting out of the house, a break from my wife and the baby. And I really liked all the people that I met, delivering everything from smoothies to burgers to pricey lobster dinners. 

That’s how I met Martin. He had ordered a bowl of pozole from Mamacita, an authentic Mexican place across town. He had opted for hand delivery, so I rang the doorbell with his warm soup packed up carefully for him.

“I’ve got a Grubhub delivery for Martin,” I announced as the door opened. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he blurted out upon seeing me, his eyes traversing my face to my crotch in under a second. “Jesus—I’m sorry. That was rude. I can never keep my stupid mouth shut.”

“It’s—it’s really okay,” I assured him, not wanting him to give me a low star rating, though I was a bit embarrassed. I was used to gay guys ogling me covertly at the gym, but I’d never had a guy openly compliment my looks. And even though I wasn’t gay, I had to admit it felt good to be noticed. 

“Do you want to come inside for a drink?” Martin offered, while taking his delivery from me. “Or some of this soup? It’s really good, and I can never eat it all.”

“No thanks. I—uh—” 

But before I could finish, he noticed my wedding band and immediately blurted out, “Oh, Jesus—you’re married, and I’m betting to a woman.”

“Yeah,” I affirmed. 

“I’m such a fucking idiot,” he lamented, smacking his palm to his forehead. “Why am I always attracted to straight guys?!”

I shrugged, not knowing what to say. Objectively, he was a handsome guy. It didn’t make me gay to admit that. He looked to be a few years older than me, and had an athletic body. He seemed to be someone I would be friends with outside of a food delivery transaction. But he also seemed lonely, and I could relate to that. I was married with a kid, but had never felt so lonely in all my life.

And I think he sensed that in me. 

“You—you sure you can’t come inside for a few minutes?” Martin offered again, his eyes pleading with me. 

“I really can’t—” I began to protest. 

“I’m like totally down to suck you off,” he interrupted with a brazen offer. “No strings. Just some easy head for you. Dump and go.”

Christ. What had I gotten myself into?

“I really can’t stay,” I backed away, making a beeline for my car in his driveway. 

“Come back anytime,” he called to me as I slid into the driver seat. “My offer stands.”

I drove around for an hour after that, not accepting any more delivery orders. My mind was reeling. I’d never been propositioned by a guy before. One part of me was offended, and yet another part was flattered. But mostly—I was interested. 

A no-strings blow job, he had promised. Dump and go. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that my big cock stirred at the thought. Other than my right hand, my cock had seen no action in over a year. My mind was made up. 

“I was hoping you’d come back,” Martin smiled upon opening his door to me once more. “Come inside.”

He led me into his living room, and gestured to a plush couch, opposite a large screen TV. The place was nice, far nicer than the shitty apartment I shared with my wife and kid. 

“You want a drink?” Martin offered. “I’ve got a nice bottle of whiskey open.”

“No thanks,” I declined, wanting to keep my wits. 

“You ever done this before?” he prompted, taking a seat next to me on the couch. “Gotten your dick sucked by a guy?”

“Nope,” I shook my head. “I’m kinda nervous.”

“It’s cool,” Martin smiled warmly. “There’s a first time for everything. And I think you’ll like it. I’m told I give killer head.” That sounded promising, but I was still nervous as fuck. 

“I can put on some porn,” he offered, gesturing to the large screen TV. “I’ve got a good selection of straight porn saved in my queue for guys like you.”

“Nah,” I demurred, wondering how many other straight guys like me had been sucked off on his couch. Probably more than I’d prefer to know. I glanced at the cushions for cum stains, but didn’t see any. 

An awkward silence followed. My cock was aching to be sucked, but my brain was telling me to get the fuck out of there. I was getting cold feet rapidly, and Martin could sense it. 

“We can chat some more, if you like. Get to know each other a bit,” he offered. “Or we can just get right to it—get that big cock down my warm throat.”

“Let’s just do it,” I opted, adjusting my swollen cock through my jeans. I was eager to get the deed done before I changed my mind. 

“Take off your shirt,” he ordered, sliding off the couch and positioning himself on the floor between my knees. I duly complied, tossing my shirt onto an adjacent chair. 

“Fuck, you’ve got a hot body,” Martin exclaimed, licking his lips as he ran his hands over my chest. “And I love that you’re hairy. Looks like you keep it clipped rather short?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “My wife doesn’t like me to get too hairy.”

“Bitches,” he laughed. “They have no clue that fur is sexy on a man.”

Martin then ran his hand along my bulging crotch, tracing the outline of my swollen cock. “Damn, bro,” he exclaimed. “You’re hard as a rock. When did you last bust a nut?”

“This morning—in the shower,” I replied sheepishly. “But don’t worry, I always shoot a big load.”

“Mmmm,” Martin purred, undoing my jeans. “I fucking love a big load.”

My rock hard cock erupted from my pants, nearly smacking Martin in the eye as he unzipped me and pulled my pants down around my ankles. Purple and dripping precum, my dick was ready for action. 

“Christ, you’re hung,” he gasped, drooling over my endowment. “You’re what, like eight or nine inches?”

“Nine inches,” I confirmed unabashedly. “It’s a real pussy splitter.”

“I can tell,” Martin acknowledged, diving into it, ravenously licking my big dick over and over from balls to tip like a popsicle, my precum running down the side. 

Fuck, it felt amazing. 

“That feel good?” Martin paused, saliva stringing from the tip of my cock to his lips. 

“Fucking amazing,” I acknowledged, the stress of life melting from my body. 

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he winked before swallowing my whole cock, taking the entire length of my veiny shaft down his throat in a single gulp, my hairy balls pressed against his chin. 

“FUCK,” I cried out, having never been deep throated all the way before. Most girls who had even attempted to suck me usually only managed to swallow the first few inches of my big one before raking my shaft with their teeth, abruptly ending the encounter. 

Martin went straight to work, bobbing up and down on my cock with a steady rhythm, eerily familiar to the pace I employ when I’m dipping my stick or jacking off. Jesus, he knew how to suck a dick. Instinctively, my arms moved up behind my head and rested on the back of the couch. My only goal was to enjoy the sheer bliss of his talent—and the dude had talent in spades. 

With one arm stroking my hairy chest, teasing my nips on and off, his other hand moved to my balls. Massaging and tugging lightly on my round, ripe beauties, I knew he was going to work a big load out of me. 

“Fuck you’re good,” I moaned, my shaft slipping back and forth between his supple lips, my cock head battering his tonsils.

“I’m glad you like it,” he cooed, coming up for a brief breath of air, drool and precum glistening on his chin. “I fucking love sucking a big dick—and you’ve definitely got a big one.”

My cock was loving his warm throat. I couldn’t imagine his service could get any better—until it did. Locking his lips tightly around my shaft, he gripped my cock and began to bob up and down rapidly on my cock, essentially jerking me with his mouth. It was incredibly intense, a sensation beyond belief. And my aching balls were responding. 

I tried to hold back, really I did. But I couldn’t resist the pressure mounting in my balls, rising in my shaft. A wave of pleasure coursed through my cock and ricocheted through my body, my load imminent. I couldn’t take it anymore. 

“I’m about to bust,” I announced urgently, Martin increasing his pace, bringing me closer and closer to climax.  “You want to me to shoot in your mouth? You want to eat my load?”

“Mmm hmm,” Martin nodded, not once taking his lips off my throbbing cock. There was no turning back. I was rounding third and headed to home plate. 

“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled slowly, my head tipping back in ecstasy, Martin’s hand bracing against my chest as my big cock exploded in his mouth. My body shook uncontrollably as shot after shot of my thick load went careening down his eager throat. With his eyes looking up at me like a supplicant, Martin swallowed every last drop until my balls were empty.

I slowly went soft in his mouth as he worked his tongue along the diminishing girth of my shaft, licking it clean. Finally releasing me, he cleaned my balls with his tongue, and gave a final suck to the tip of my cock, pulling that one last drop of cum out of me. 

“Holy fuck,” I exclaimed in gratitude. “You are fucking amazing.”

“Thanks,” he smiled, wiping his cummy lips with the back of his hand. “You’ve got a great cock. You’re welcome to feed me a load anytime you need it.”

I thanked Martin, as I rose to my feet, weak in the knees as I pulled up my jeans and stuffed my spent cock back into them. My brain felt fuzzy, following possibly the best orgasm of my life. 

Martin and I made small talk as I pulled on my shirt and put myself back in order. I assured him that I would return for more of his cock worship—soon, I promised. 

“You know—you’re more than welcome to fuck my ass with that big thing the next time you return,” Martin offered as he saw me to the door. “I’ve got a tight cunt, and I’m known to be a power bottom. You’ll love my hole.”

I thanked him, but made no promises about fucking him. I wasn’t sure if that was a bridge I was ready to cross. A good blow job was all I needed. 

But I thought about his offer that night while in bed, my wife snoring by my side, my kid sleeping in the next room. I would be kidding myself if I denied wanting to fuck Martin up the ass with my big dick, seeding his tight cunt. I had heard that ass feels really good—even better than pussy. And, hey, it’s not like the guy can get pregnant. 

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

“Christ, Tyler,” he startled. “Don’t you ever knock? I thought you were going out tonight, hitting that new gay bar with your buddies?”

“Nah, I’m more in the mood for some Netflix tonight,” I replied, my eyes consuming Dad’s body. “So, what’s the selfie for? You trying to tempt Linda with a booty call tonight?”

“No,” Dad snapped the selfie and then quickly pocketed his phone. “Linda and I are done, and I need to upload a profile photo on a dating app that I just downloaded. I need to get laid tonight.”

“I hear you,” I laughed, stopping myself from offering up my ass to him. “I’m sorry about Linda,” I offered feebly, though I wasn’t sad to see her go. 

“She was a fuckin’ bitch,” Dad laughed. “I’m better off without her. There’s plenty of other fish in the sea.”

“I know you don’t like hearing this from your gay son—but you’re hot as fuck,” I shared. “You’ll have no problem scoring pussy on that app.”

“Yeah—we can only hope,” Dad smiled, retrieving his phone from his pocket again. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to upload this selfie.”

“Do you need help?” I offered. “Some of those dating apps can be difficult to use. Is it Tinder or Bumble or—”

“I think I’ve got it,” Dad interrupted. “You have a good night, Tyler,” he dismissed me, clearly eager to get his dick wet that evening. 

Five minutes later, I was stretched out in my bedroom, scrolling through Netflix, when Dad appeared in the doorway. “I can’t get this fucking photo to upload to my profile,” Dad smirked, handing his phone to me. 

“Dad—this is Grindr,” I gasped, looking at his phone screen. “Since when do you fuck guys?”

“Uh—since about a week ago,” Dad admitted sheepishly. “I fucked this one young guy who hit on me at the gym.”

“Did you fuck him at the gym—like in the sauna?”

“Jesus, no,” Dad spat. “I fucked him in the parking lot, in my truck. Look, let’s not make a big deal outta this. I need to get laid on the regular and fucking an easy gay dude is far easier than trying to get some bitch to spread her legs for me.”

“I agree completely,” I nodded. “I just wish you’d have told me that you’re fucking guys.”

“What I do in my bed is none of your fuckin’ business, son,” Dad spat. “Now are you gonna help me with this damn profile pic or not?”

In the span of thirty seconds, I showed Dad how to upload a photo to Grindr. “You’re welcome,” I called out sarcastically as Dad ripped his phone from my hand and wordlessly sauntered back to his bedroom. Five minutes later, he appeared once again. 

“The app says this one power bottom is thirty feet away,” Dad thrusted his phone in my face, the Grindr grid box on his screen looking like some fucked-up version of the Brady Bunch. “Do you think this guy is Frank’s son next door? Is he even eighteen? And what the fuck is a power bottom?”

“That’s not Frank’s son who is the power bottom—it’s me,” I admitted. “I logged onto Grindr to check out your profile. You really should mention that you’re hung like fuck. You’ll get more hits.”

“Will do,” Dad noted. “Wait a minute—how do you know that I’m hung? You’ve never seen me hard.”

“Well, I’ve seen you getting out of the shower with a chubby plenty of times,” I confessed. “And Mom once told me that birthing me was a walk in the park compared to taking your huge cock.”

“She never could take my big one,” Dad laughed to himself, staring at Grindr again. “But hang on a minute—you never told me why your profile says that you’re a power bottom. What is that?”

“A power bottom is a guy who likes being fucked for a prolonged period—often rough, and often by multiple guys in one session,” I enlightened my father.

“Christ,” Dad scrunched up his face. “That was too much information, son. I’m sorry I asked. Just do me a favor and log off Grindr, okay? I don’t need to be hitting up my son for sex.”

“Would fucking my ass be so bad?” I jokingly called out as Dad disappeared down the hallway.

I was still scrolling through Netflix when Dad appeared in my doorway just moments later. “I’m chatting with this one guy who says he wants my big cock, but he keeps asking for more body and dick pics, even though he hasn’t unlocked his photos for me.”

“Block him,” I advised my dad. “He’s a pic collector. He’s just trying to get a bunch of your pics.”

“Why?” Dad asked naively.

“He has no intention of hooking up with you—or anyone, for that matter,” I explained. “He just wants to jack off to your pics.”

“Jesus,” Dad rolled his eyes. “Okay, I’m blocking the fucker.”

Ten minutes later, Dad was back in my room again. “What are poppers?” he wanted to know. “This guy I’m chatting with is down to fuck, but only if I have some poppers. What is that?”

“It’s a smooth muscle relaxant that you inhale from a small bottle,” I educated Dad. “It’s a form of huffing.”

“Huffing?” Dad spat. “Oh hell no. I’m not gonna hookup with some strung-out druggie.”

“It’s not like that, Dad,” I tried to explain. “Many guys like to—”

But Dad was already down the hallway again, retreating to his room with his phone in his hand, the sound of Grindr pinging over and over again. I returned my attention to Netflix once more.

“What is gen?” Dad poked his head into my room a few minutes later as I was just starting to get into a show. “This one guy said he’ll let me fuck his ass if I’m gen. What the fuck is that? Is he asking if I’m Gen X? Because, I was born in—”

“Dad,” I cut him off. “He wants to know if you’re generous—if you’ll pay to have sex with him.”

“Absolutely not,” Dad spat. “I’m not paying for something that I can get for free. Shit, with my big dick—that little fucker should be offering to pay me for sex.”

“Okay—calm down, Dad,” I raised my open palm. “Look—it seems like you’re having a hard time navigating Grindr. And that’s okay. It can take a little while to get the hang of it. In the meantime, why don’t you just fuck my ass?”

“That is off the table, Tyler,” Dad protested. “My dick made you—it’s not going inside you. That’s called incest.”

“Incest?” I laughed. “What—are you worried that you’re going to impregnate me with a mutant baby? Don’t be crazy, Dad. There are many fathers out there who enjoy giving it to their adult sons. There’s a whole genre of gay porn dedicated to it.”

“Well, that’s not for me,” Dad spat, turning on his heels to retreat to his bedroom once more. “I’m not fucking my own son.”

Dad was still in his room over an hour later when I closed out Netflix and started to get ready for bed. I could still hear Grindr pinging intermittently from his room, but it was now after midnight and things appeared to be slowing down for Dad. I felt bad for the guy. He desperately wanted to get his big dick wet that night. Instead, he would likely end up rubbing one out while alone in bed.

But then I heard Dad’s heavy footsteps in the hallway again. What would it be this time—a question about felching or maybe what the abbreviation DP stood for? Nothing could have prepared me for what Dad really wanted.

“I’m done with this Grindr shit for tonight,” Dad tossed his phone onto my bed table, his big dick straining against the front of his shorts. “You win, Tyler. I’ll fuck your ass.”

“You—you’re serious?” I stammered, thinking I must be dreaming. “You sure that you—?”

“Hurry up and let’s do this before I change my mind,” Dad barked, pulling off his shorts, his huge cock already at full mast. He was easily north of nine inches and thicker than my wrist. “You got any lube around here?” he scanned the bed table. 

“There’s lube in the drawer,” I directed, stripping down and positioning myself on all fours atop the bed. “Just slather up and shove it in me.”

“No—not like that,” Dad insisted, greasing up his big dick, pumping it with his fist. “I’m not gonna fuck you doggy—I want you to ride it for me. If you want my nut, I’m gonna make you work for it.”

“I’m game for that,” I smiled, straddling Dad as he laid himself flat upon the bed, his muscular arms propped behind his head, his big dick reaching for the ceiling. “You just relax and enjoy the ride,” I winked. 

“Fuuuuck,” Dad exhaled as I sat upon his big cock, my hands resting upon his hairy pecs. “Jesus, I needed a warm cunt like this.”

“Christ, you’re thick,” I winced, my sphincter straining to accommodate his massive girth as I moved down his shaft, a fireman sliding down a pole. It felt like I was being fisted—by Popeye. 

“It’s a hole stretcher,” Dad gloated, his hands moving to my hips as I finally hit bottom, his balls mashed against my sphincter. “Yeah, take it all the way,” he encouraged. “Damn, no bitch has ever been able to take me balls deep.”

“I think you’ll find I’m capable of many things that a bitch can’t do,” I taunted as I began to raise and lower myself upon Dad’s lap, his big cock gliding in and out of my talented hole. 

Dad licked his lips, allowing his hips to get into the action, rising and falling, matching my rhythm. I began to pick up the pace, riding him harder like a kid on a pogo stick. I clenched my anus, gripping him from within, essentially jacking him inside my fuck canal. 

“Yeah, ride this big cock,” Dad encouraged, his thick fingers digging into my sides, his pelvis pounding me harder. “Take this big, fuckin’ dick.”

He was getting me deep as I rode him hard, pushing further into my void than any cock had before. His big dick was battering my bowels, slamming up against my inner-sphincter, on the precipice of breaching it. 

“I felt that,” Dad observed as his cock head suddenly pushed through the portal to my inner chamber—that deepest recess in which only the largest of cocks can find shelter. Instinctively, my eyes rolled back into my head. Dad had brought me to nirvana. 

“You’re so fucking deep,” a tantric voice from within me cried as a switch was flipped. Automatically, without control, I began to ride Dad hard. Emboldened, he got into the action, pounding me mercilessly, his hairy balls slapping my ass. The sensation of fullness inside of me was overwhelming. 

“You’re rock hard,” Dad observed, staring down at my cock. My rigid rod was striking his furry abs repeatedly, my precum pooling in his navel. “I must be getting you good.”

“I—I think I’m gonna cum,” I announced urgently, riding Dad like a bucking bronco as my own cock began to swell and throb. “I’m gonna bust.”

“Let it out, son,” my dad demanded. “Shoot your load.”

“FUCK,” I gasped as my pearly cum went airborne, launching from my throbbing cock and fanning out upon my dad’s hairy chest. 

“That’s it, Tyler, shoot that hot load on me,” Dad reveled in the warm rain upon his furry body, matting his chest hair, flooding the crevices between his abs.

Even the straightest of men will get rock hard at the sight of another dude blowing his wad—the ubiquitous money shot. Men are hardwired to get aroused by the sight of an ejaculation, an innately primal act intended to propagate his lineage by depositing his seed into a fertile hole. Though my own hole was certainly not fertile, my dad was ready to breed it after witnessing my money shot. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” Dad warned, my sphincter still pulsing around the base of his cock, my body still in the throes of an amazingly intense orgasm. “You’re gonna make me cum,” he shared through gritted teeth, trying in vain to hold back his wad. 

“Breed me,” I begged, my hands digging into his hairy chest, bracing myself for impact. “Seed my fucking hole.”

“You’re about to get it,” Dad assured me, his body convulsing beneath me, his massive cock throbbing in my depths. “I’m so fucking close—Here it comes—OH FUCK—OH SHIT—FUCK—FUCK.”

Instantly, a warmth consumed my bowels as Dad’s big dick unleashed a torrent within me, flooding my guts. Over and over, his cock spewed his seed into my void—the seed that once made me now swimming in my depths. Sharing in his orgasm, a man’s most sacred act, I never felt closer to my father.

“Fuck—I’m too sensitive now,” Dad pushed me off his big cock as soon as his orgasm completed. His dick flopped audibly against his hairy thigh as his load gushed from my wrecked hole. 

Leaning forward, I sucked his cummy cock clean, his delicious ambrosia upon my lips. “Mmm, you taste good,” I moaned, my tongue then traveling north, lapping up my own load from Dad’s furry chest and abs. 

“Gimme a taste of us,” Dad craned his head towards me, our lips meeting passionately, our commingled loads swirling between our tongues. “We taste good together,” Dad noted, licking his lips as we parted. 

“Sorry, Dad,” I apologized, looking down at his furry body that was matted with sweat, cum, and saliva. “I’ve made a mess of you.”

“It’s nothing that a good, hot shower can’t handle,” Dad noted, rising from the bed, his spent dick dripping one last drop of cum as he ambled to my bathroom. 

Instantly, I heard Dad turning on the shower water, clouds of steam soon billowing from the bathroom. Blissfully, I balled up a pillow beneath me upon the bed, reveling in the warmth of Dad’s load within me. 

I was nearly asleep when Dad sauntered back to my bed after his shower, his big cock hanging full between his hairy thighs. He picked up his phone from the bed table and immediately opened up Grindr. 

“Don’t tell me you’re seriously looking for another ass to fuck?” I asked incredulously. 

“I’m not looking for me,” Dad gave a devious smile. “I’m looking for you. I want to find a few more hung tops to come over here and join me for round two. Let’s see how much of a power bottom you are, son.”

“Gimme that,” I lunged for the phone. “You have no right reading my texts.”

“You left your phone unlocked on the bathroom counter. It was blowing up when I was about to get in the shower,” Dawson informed me, holding the phone high above his head, out of my reach. “That’s on you, bro.”

“Give me my fucking phone,” I persisted, trying to grasp it out of his hand.

“And who is Hunter?” he continued. “And why is he texting to see if you’re game to get tagged by him and some dude named Brent?”

“Stop reading my texts,” I screamed, as Dawson backed away down the hall, my phone still in his grasp as I chased after him.

“And why did some dude named Antawn text you a photo of—an elephant’s trunk?” my brother turned the phone sideways. “Nope—my bad. It’s a photo of his massive dong.”

“Dude—I’m begging you—”

“Fine, here’s your phone,” Dawson tossed it at me. “But when were you going to tell me that you take dick—that you’re gay?”

“I dunno,” I demurred sheepishly. “There’s never been a good time.”

“What about Mom and Dad?” he asked, his arms crossed over his meaty, hairy pecs. “Do they know that you’re gay?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “I came out to them when I turned eighteen.”

“Eighteen?” Dawson gasped. “That was two years ago. And you didn’t think you could also come out to me in all that time?”

“I just—I was afraid you’d judge me,” I confessed. “You’ve always been a fucking stud, always chasing pussy.”

“That’s not—”

“Don’t deny it,” I persisted. “Dad told me he had to start buying condoms for you in bulk when you were fourteen and he caught you banging my babysitter.”

“Christ, that bitch loved to fuck,” Dawson chuckled to himself.

“See—that’s what I mean,” I threw up my hands in exasperation. “A stud like you could never relate to a gay brother. So I decided to keep you in the dark.”

“That’s not fair,” he countered. “I might love pussy, but I don’t give a flying fuck if you want to bend over for half the guys in town. You’re still my brother. I still love you and will always have your back. You just gotta give me a chance.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I should have trusted you more.”

“Damn straight,” Dawson smiled, pulling me into a hug. As my brother held me tight, his muscular arms wrapped around me, my face buried in his hairy pecs, our bodies pressed together, I felt it—his hard cock.

“Dude—have you got a boner?” I asked, pulling away from him, the tip of his cock nearly peeking out at the top of the towel around his waist. 

“It’s got a mind of its own,” he quipped, turning red as he adjusted his junk through the towel, the outline of his big cock apparent through the terrycloth. “Thinking about your old babysitter got me going, that’s all.”

“Have you ever—you know—fucked a guy?”

“Never,” he answered, insulted by the question. “Although this one bitch almost let me fuck her back door, but then she made me stop because it hurt too much. I hadn’t even gotten all the way in her.”

“You wanna maybe . . . fuck my ass?”

“Dude—no,” he spat. “I’m not gay.”

“You don’t have to be gay to fuck another guy,” I laughed. “Half the guys that fuck me—those guys that are texting me—are straight and just looking to dump a quick, easy load.”

“Duh—I know that happens, that straight guys use gay dudes all the time for easy sex,” Dawson acknowledged. “But I’ve never needed to go down that road. And furthermore, you’re my brother. Giving you my cock would be fucked up.”

“Why—because we’re related?” I demanded. “Because we share blood?”

“Yeah. That’s fucked up.”

“Uncle Greg doesn’t think it’s fucked up,” I countered. “And we share blood.”

“Jesus—Uncle Greg?” Dawson gasped. “Is that what you two are doing when he takes you bowling?”

“Dawson, buy a clue,” I laughed. “You know I hate bowling. Uncle Greg gets us a room at that rundown motel by the bowling alley and pounds my ass for two hours. The only bowling balls I ever see are the ones between his legs.”

“Holy fuck. Does Dad know this—that his own brother is fucking you?” Dawson questioned. “And what about Aunt Sally? Does she know?”

“Nobody knows, other than you, now that I’ve told you,” I assured him. “And nobody will ever know if you want to dump a load in me.”

“That’s not gonna happen,” Dawson doubled down.

“Then why are you still hard?” I observed, my eyes locked on his hard cock, straining against the towel.

“Jesus,” he exhaled, running a hand through his thick of head of hair. “This is just a lot to process, okay? I just found out that my own brother is gay—and now he’s offering up his ass to me. I’m just a bit conflicted, okay?”

“That means you’re at least considering the possibility of fucking me,” I deduced. “Then let me help make this easier for you.”

“Wait—where are you going?” Dawson demanded as I did an about face and returned to my room. From the hallway, he watched as I stripped down and placed by phone on the bed table. Reaching into the drawer, I produced a bottle of lube. I then positioned myself on all fours atop the bed, slathering my hole with lube before discarding the bottle on the floor.

“Come fuck me, Dawson,” I called to him, taunting him with my available hole. “You’re gonna love my tight cunt.”

“You tell no one about this,” my brother demanded, entering my room. Undoing his towel, he tossed it on the floor, his big cock springing to attention. “And this is just gonna be a one-time thing,” he declared. “I just want to see what it’s like to pound some ass, and then I’m never gonna fuck you again, okay?”

“Understood,” I turned my face and winked back at him. “Now get that big dick in me.” 

“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” Dawson muttered under his breath as he climbed onto my bed, positioning himself behind me, his hands grasping my ass. “I must be fucked in the head for agreeing to—Holy fuuuuuck,” he pushed into me. “Christ, you’re tight.”

“I told you, bro,” I winked back at him. “Now fucking own my ass. Make it yours.”

Wasting no time, my hung brother moved his hands to my shoulders. Digging into me, he began a rapid assault on my cunt. My hole was no stranger to a big dick, but having my own brother’s big one up my ass was incredibly arousing. 

“You like my cunt?” I demanded as he ravaged my guts, his cock a piston in my bowels. “Is it better than pussy?”

“Shit, man,” he gave me a deep thrust, mashing his balls against my hole. “There’s no fucking comparison. I love how fucking deep I can go.”

Suddenly all of his weight was upon me as Dawson slammed me into the bed. I was flat on my stomach as my brother pushed himself into a plank above me, his strong arms burrowed into the mattress on either side of me. 

“Yeah, take this big dick,” he growled, jackhammering my quivering cunt. I raised my ass slightly, adjusting the angle of his thrusts. The slight change was incredible, allowing him to go deeper. My eyes rolled back into my head involuntarily with each deep pile drive that he delivered into my depths. 

Over and over, he hammered my guts, his stamina unrelenting. I started to lose sense of place and time, my body succumbing to his unflagging assault on my hole. On the precipice of an out-of-body experience, I was suddenly pulled back into the moment by Dawson’s urgent voice. 

“You want my cum?” he demanded, his balls smacking my hole with each rapid thrust. “You want me to shoot this load up your ass?”

“Yes,” I begged, his cock expanding in my fuck canal, his orgasm imminent. “Fucking seed me.”

“OH FUCK—SHIT,” my brother growled, his cock detonating in my bowels, his warm load spewing into my void. “Yeah, take my motherfucking nut—FUCK—FUCK.”

I reveled in receiving his warm load, our shared DNA, as my brother’s body collapsed upon me, writhing in orgasmic ecstasy. Slowly, the throbbing within me ceased, his balls expelling the last of his seed into my depths. 

“Fuck, that was good,” Dawson exhaled, pulling out of me, his thick load dripping from my wrecked hole. He then rolled off me, crashing upon my bed, his head on my pillow as he reached for my phone on the bed table. 

“Would you stop reading my texts,” I admonished him, curling up next to Dawson on the bed, my head resting upon his hairy chest. “Wait—what are you doing?” I demanded as he began to tap out responses to the guys who had texted me.

“Just inviting a few of these guys to come use your ass with me,” he offered, scrolling through my texts, sending out invites. “Mom and Dad won’t be home until late today, which gives us several hours for a good, old-fashioned gang bang, if you’re game.”

“That sounds hot,” I exclaimed, my used hole already twitching with anticipation. “And make sure you invite Antawn.”

“Oh—Antawn was the first one that I texted,” my brother assured me. “He’s already on his way. I want a front-row seat when you take that boy’s huge anaconda.”

“Yeah,” I admitted bashfully. “And it was a big D. The dude was hung like fuck.”

“That’s my man,” Kurt high-fived me hard, the smack echoing against my bedroom walls. “You gay dudes have it made. Most bitches won’t give it up on the first date.”

“You look hot as fuck,” I texted back as I shopped just twenty yards away on the main floor of the store. “I’d jump your bones.”

“Then why don’t you come in here and prove it to me?” he texted back. 

“It was good,” he flashed a smile, melting me as always. “You should join me sometime. I’m gonna take another ride out tomorrow morning. You can ride my spare Schwinn.”

“I dunno,” I shrugged.

“Some fresh air will do you some good,” Ivan persisted. “You can’t keep moping around the house. Your mother and I are worried about you.”

“I’m fine—I just need some time to—”

“You’re not fine,” he cut me off. “It’s been a month since Carter dumped you. You’ve got to get on with your life.”

“I know,” I whined petulantly. “But I don’t think a bike ride through the woods is gonna help me to—”

“You’re coming with me tomorrow. And that’s final,” Ivan insisted. He wasn’t my dad, but he sure acted like it since moving in with my mom and me.

“But I don’t have—you know—one of those things,” I gestured to his singlet, my eyes traveling luridly over his incredible body.

“Athletic shorts and a t-shirt is all you need. Something moisture wicking,” he advised. “We’ll head out at 7 am—sharp.”

I knew that Ivan meant well, that he was just trying to help. The truth was that I was indeed struggling. My boyfriend Carter had been my whole world. But when I found out he was fucking half of my friends behind my back, I went ballistic. Carter proposed an open relationship and, when I wouldn’t agree to that, he dumped me.

“You’re gonna love this trail,” Ivan informed me early the next morning before we set out, his muscular body stuffed into his riding singlet, his huge cock straining against the thin lycra fabric. “It runs into the state park, and there are lots of great vistas, and no one around for miles.”

“Sounds great,” I forced a smile, wishing I could crawl back into bed.

Ivan was right. The trail was beautiful. Wooded and secluded, it felt like we were alone in the world. Though most of the early ride was a rigorous uphill climb, my calves aching, we kept a steady pace and stopped at several vistas.

The views were absolutely breathtaking, with verdant valleys and snow-capped mountains in the distance. The air was cool and fresh, a balm for the lungs. I could begin to feel all thoughts of Carter draining away.

“Whew, it’s warming up,” Ivan pulled down the top of his singlet, exposing his deliciously hairy chest to as we stopped to gulp down some water. The sun had risen higher in the sky. “I’m thinking we lunch soon. I’m starving,” he suggested.

Ivan chose a picnic table that overlooked Mount Blenheim in the distance for our lunch spot. He had packed a simple lunch of cheese and fruit with some crusty bread, and a couple of Mom’s fudge brownies, which we devoured ravenously. I ate with my eyes fixated on his muscular body, sweat matting his hairy chest.

“This ride has been amazing,” I exhaled, breaking my lurid gaze and rising from the picnic table to look out over the valley below as Ivan joined me. “I can’t think of anything that could make this day better.”

“I can think of something,” came Ivan’s breath at my ear, hot and expectant. His hairy body was soon pressed into me, his hand slipping down the back of my athletic shorts.

“What—what’s happening?” I turned around in shock, his hard cock bulging against his singlet, the purple tip peaking out where he had pulled it down to his waist.

“You need some dick,” he announced with authority. “It’s the only thing that’s going to get you over Carter. And so—I’m giving you my cock.”

“But—but Mom?” I protested.

“Your mom?” he laughed. “Shit. She knows about my past.”

“Your past?”

“Yeah. Let’s just say I’ve never been the type to discriminate when it comes to sex. I like it all—girls, guys, trans, non-binary. Life is a buffet, and I like to enjoy it. And, not to brag, but I’ve got a pretty big dick—one that needs to be shared openly with others.”

“And Mom is cool with that?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Your mom is no puritan. She’s munched on some carpet in her day—scissor fucked a few girls in college from what she’s told me. And you know that we met at a swingers club, right?”

“Jesus,” I cringed. “I don’t need to know all that.”

“I’m sorry—TMI,” he shrugged unabashedly. “My point is that you need to get out of your head and live a little—and get fucking laid.”

Ivan then spun me around, facing him. His tongue was soon down my throat, his lips locked on mine.

“I love kissing,” he moaned. “And you taste so fucking good.”

My hands began to explore his body, the forest of hair on his chest, his hard nips, the whorls of fur on his treasure trail. I was soon gripping his cock, freeing it from his singlet, the lycra fabric resting below his huge balls.

Christ, he was hung. Way bigger than Carter or any of the other guys I’d been with. Ivan’s cock was easily north of nine inches. Thick with a prominent vein running up the middle, his shaft was broader than my wrist. I wanted his big cock in me, though I knew it was going to destroy me.

“Fuck me,” I begged, his lips on my neck, his tongue at the base of my throat. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Wordlessly, Ivan scooped me up in his muscular arms and carried me to the picnic table. Placing me atop it, my ass seated at one end, he pulled off my shoes and yanked off my shorts, my ass bare to the world.

Pushing me flat on the table, he raised my ass. With my legs resting on his shoulders, Ivan’s tongue dove into my hole, licking and sucking the puckered folds of my man cunt.

“Jesus Christ,” I gasped, my body writhing. “That’s incredible. It feels so fucking good.”

“Haven’t you ever been rimmed?” Ivan asked, aghast, his chin wet with saliva.

“No,” I replied embarrassingly. “Carter wouldn’t ever try.”

“Well, I could eat you out for days,” Ivan smiled devilishly, giving my hole one last lick. “But I’ve got other plans.”

Pushing my legs to my chest, the rounded tip of his cock found my wet hole. Ivan then shoved into me with one deep thrust.

“FUCK,” I cried out. “You didn’t warn me.”

“Taking a cock this big is like jumping into cold water,” Ivan advised. “It’s best to take the plunge all at once.”

In that spirit, Ivan gave me no time to adjust to his huge cock inside me, his massive girth splitting my hole in two. I gripped either side of the table under me as Ivan pummeled my hole, drilling me at a frantic pace.

“I love fucking ass,” he growled, his hairy abs rubbing against my cock with each thrust that he delivered into my guts. “No offense to your mother, but your tight ass puts her pussy to shame.”

I could barely breathe in that moment, let alone speak. But if I could have found my voice, I would have told him that his big cock put all of my other hookups to shame—Carter included.

With each thrust inside me, it felt like Ivan was fucking all the painful memories of Carter right out of my brain. Staring up at the robin’s egg sky above me, white clouds traversing the heavens as Ivan pounded away in my hole, I felt a sense of peace—of absolute release. Ivan was about to experience a different type of release.

“Fuck,” he declared hurriedly. “I’m about to bust already. Your tight cunt is just too fucking good.”

“Breed me,” I begged, my sphincter gripping his cock from within, milking him. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“SHIT—Here it comes—FUCK,” he growled, his body quaking as his cock erupted, spewing his seed into my void. I could feel each throb, each pulse, of his swollen cock as his thick load warmed me from within.

His balls satisfied, Ivan pulled out rapidly. A rush of air and cum escaped my gaping hole.

“Oops—I just littered,” he laughed, eyeing his pearly cum as it puddled onto the picnic table. “Don’t tell the park ranger.”

“Shit,” I exclaimed, scrambling for my clothes, suddenly aware that we had fucked openly in a state park. “The ranger could have busted us.”

“Relax,” Ivan assured me. “I know the ranger, and that old pervert would have likely popped open a beer from the cooler in his truck and watched us.”

I felt relief, until another panicked thought entered my mind. “You’re not—you’re not gonna tell my mom that we fucked, right?”

“Nah—of course not,” Ivan winked. “Your mom is pretty cool about letting me stick my dick wherever I want, but I don’t think she wants me sticking my dick in you.”

We soon mounted our bikes, Ivan’s massive load squished between my ass cheeks, and made our way back down the trail. To my delight, we stopped along the way for Ivan to pound another load into my ass up against a tree, the bark scratching my hands as I held on for dear life.

We stopped one more time just before sunset, my legs spread wide in the middle of a grassy meadow, staring up at a pink and purple sky as Ivan bred my used hole. His thirst for sex was unquenchable.

It was late evening by the time we got home, Mom waiting for us at the dinner table. The lasagna that she prepared was getting cold.

“It’s about time you two got home,” she said cooly as we sat down at the table, forgoing showers lest we incur her wrath. “I tried to text, but got no response.”

“Sorry, babe,” Ivan apologized, swallowing a tepid bite of lasagna, the cheese congealed. “You know how cell service is up there.”

“I was thinking you and I could spend the day together tomorrow,” Mom turned to me, her demeanor suddenly brighter. “Maybe go to the mall, do some shopping, have lunch at that little bistro with the French onion soup you love so much?”

“Umm—Ivan and I have already planned on taking another ride up into the mountains tomorrow,” I demurred, unable to look her in the eye.

“Is that so?” Mom fixed Ivan with a knowing, icy stare as he shrugged unapologetically. “Well, I wouldn’t want you boys to miss out on your ride—and whatever it is that you two do up there.”

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

I decided to finally do it on my eighteenth birthday—to come out to my family as gay. They were definitely surprised. I had always been a sporty jock, so it had been easy for me to hide the truth. I had even dated a few girls in high school to avoid suspicion. I was good at passing. 

But deep down inside, I had been attracted to boys since before puberty. The first time I watched porn, at a sleepover in sixth grade, my eyes were locked on the hot porn dude, entranced by his massive cock, while the other boys got worked up on the porn bitch’s big tits and her shaved pussy. 

My mom cried at my big revelation, announced after my celebratory birthday dinner. My dad was in shock. Yet my parents both assured me that they loved me unconditionally and would always support me. My older brother Maddox was suspiciously silent, a scowl plastered on his scruffy face. He seemed pissed off at me. 

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that you’re gay?” Maddox barged into my room the next morning, right after Mom and Dad had left to spend their usual Saturday morning playing 18 holes of golf. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I—I don’t know,” I stammered. “I just wasn’t ready for anyone to know.”

“So you got a boyfriend?” he persisted. “You giving up your ass to some dude?”

“No,” I replied, embarrassed to be discussing my sex life, or lack thereof, with my brother who was a card-carrying hound for pussy. “I’m still a virgin. I haven’t done anything with a guy yet.”

“Then how do you know that you’re gay?”

“Uh—I think I know what I want,” I laughed. “And I definitely want dick.”

“You want my dick?” he abruptly pulled down the front of his shorts, exposing a big, thick cock that looked more like our dad’s cock than mine. “You want this big dick up your ass?”

“W—what?” I stuttered, shocked. “Are you also gay?”

“Shit NO,” he spat, stroking his big dick as it rapidly grew hard in his hand. “I fuckin’ love pussy, but it’s not always easy to score some snatch, even with having a big cock. And so I learned a long time ago that it feels just as good to fuck some easy gay dude when I need to get my rocks off.”

“And you want to fuck me?!”

“Why not?”

“Uh—because you’re my older brother,” I laughed nervously. “It’s called incest.”

“I don’t think you need to worry about me knocking you up with a mutant baby,” he spat. “Come on, help a guy out here. It’s the perfect arrangement. You need cock, and I need an easy hole. Why should I jack off in my room every night, when I can dump a load in you?”

As fucked up as it sounded, Maddox had a point. His needs aside, the truth was that I was tired of being a virgin, yet had no clue how to do anything about it. We lived in a small town, and I didn’t know of any other gay guys my age. I had checked out Grindr, but most of the guys were way older than me or lived too far away. Like Maddox, I just wanted an easy opportunity to get laid. 

“Fine—you can fuck me,” I acquiesced, pulling off my shirt, hiking down my shorts. 

“Fuck yeah,” he smiled deviously, stripping off his clothes. Maddox was hairy as fuck, his hirsute body a carbon copy of our dad. It was fucked up to admit that his muscular, furry body turned me on, but it did. And that big cock? Fuck. Like Dad, Maddox looked to be easily north of eight inches. 

“You got any lube?” he asked, his eyes scanning my room, his hard cock raging to be inside me. 

“Yeah,” I replied, reaching for a tube of Astroglide hidden behind the box of Kleenex on my bed table, tossing it to Maddox. “But don’t you want me to suck you some first?”

“Maybe next time,” he declined, staring down at his magnificent cock. “I’m already rock hard and, honestly, all I really want right now is to get my dick in your tight cunt.”

“Cool,” I agreed, disappointed that I wouldn’t get to suck his big one but eager to get my virgin hole reamed nonetheless. “How do you want me?”

“On your back, towards the edge of the bed,” he directed, slathering his big cock with lube. “I think missionary is a good place to start, since you’ve never been fucked before.”

“Okay,” I obeyed, deferring to the expert as I took my place at the edge of the bed. 

“Open your legs wider,” my brother commanded, his big cock inches from my hole, his hairy body hovering over me as I stared up at him. “That’s it, show me that pink cunt.”

His meaty hands went to my thighs, forcing my legs wider, my ass raising higher in response. His round cock head was soon pressed against my hole, my sphincter tensing involuntarily at the pressure. And then Maddox did it—he shoved into me with a violent thrust. 

“FUCK,” I screamed, a flash of pain tearing through my body, my hands gripping his forearms. 

“Dude—I just popped your cherry,” my brother laughed sadistically, his balls mashed against my hole. 

“It—it hurts so fucking bad,” I whined like a baby, my hole on fire. 

“You’ll get past it,” he smacked my ass. “You just gotta let yourself adjust.”

The problem was that Maddox wasn’t letting me adjust. He had gone from zero to sixty in three seconds, pummeling my hole with deep, forceful thrusts, the bed springs straining under us. 

“Slow up,” I begged. “It really hurts.”

But Maddox ignored me, pushing my knees into my chest, delving deeper. And then something strange but wonderful happened. Maddox had been right. The pain began to subside, waves of pleasure breaking through. 

“You’re liking it now, aren’t you?” my brother asked, noting the change in my face, my mouth agape in ecstasy. “It feels good, huh?”

“It feels fucking amazing,” I exhaled, my toes curling. “Your big cock feels so fucking good inside me.”

The fullness inside of my bowels was shockingly pleasurable. I could feel the rim of his fat cock head rubbing against the walls of my fuck canal, exploring my uncharted depths. It was blissful. 

I had once walked in on Maddox fucking some bitch when he was in high school and first started dipping his stick, my parents at work. The bitch was screaming in ecstasy as Maddox ravaged her, pounding her pussy like he owned it. I wanted to be that bitch, my legs spread wide for my hung, studly brother. And now I was that bitch, giving up my cock to him, Maddox owning my ass. 

“Fuck, you’ve got a hot pussy,” he leaned into me, his hairy stomach rubbing against my cock and balls, driving me wild. “Yeah—take this big cock. Take this big—fucking—cock.”

“Mmm, fuck me,” I moaned, pulling my knees closer to my chest, his big cock somehow sliding even deeper into my virgin depths, my eyes rolling back into my head. “Fuck me with that big dick.”

“Yeah, open that cunt for me,” he responded, picking up his pace. “That’s it, bitch. Keep that up and you’re gonna make me bust my nut in you.”

I wanted that more than anything, to feel my hung, hairy brother shooting his warm wad in me, his cum filling me to the brim. I wouldn’t have to wait long. Picking up his pace, Maddox began to jackhammer me violently, pummeling my quivering cunt with deep thrusts. His balls were smacking my hole audibly, readying to breed me. 

“Fuck, I’m getting close,” Maddox warned urgently, sweat dripping down his hairy chest, matting his fur. “You want my cum? You ready to take my nut?”

“Yes,” I begged, nearly screaming for it. “Fucking breed me. Seed my hole.”

“Oh Fuck—Oh FUCK—OH FUCK,” Maddox grunted, his cock expanding inside of me, pushing against the wall of my fuck canal. “FUCK—take this fuckin’ nut, bitch.”

I felt a deep throbbing inside of me as my brother’s cock swelled and expelled his warm seed deep into my virgin cunt, forever marking me as his own. Over and over his cock throbbed, his hard breathing synched in perfect unison, as our shared DNA spread through my bowels, warming me from within. 

“Fuck, that was good,” he pulled out of me abruptly, wiping his sweaty brow, his load spilling out of me. “Jesus, I fucking needed that.”

Reaching for his phone in his crumpled up shorts on the floor, a drop of cum dangling from the tip of his cock, Maddox brought out his phone. Coming in close, he snapped a photo of my wrecked cunt, his pearly load pooled in my gaping hole. 

“What the fuck, bro?” I scolded. “Don’t take a picture of my cummy hole.”

“Calm the fuck down,” he dismissed me. “Your face isn’t in the picture.”

“But—why—?”

“I’m texting it to my buds,” Maddox smiled wickedly. “Mom and Dad won’t be home for a few hours. Now that I’ve opened up your virgin hole, it’s time for you to learn to be tagged by a crowd of guys—how to take it like a power bottom. You’re gonna fuckin’ love it.”

My brother was right. I did love it.

“Nah,” I demurred, slipping into the tub with him, my eyes fixated on his hairy, muscular body. His meaty cock was buoyed near the water’s surface, begging to be sucked. “This feels great to me.”

“You’re—you’re not my usual doctor,” I stammered, uneasy with discussing my awkward issue with a doctor who was so fucking hot. “I’ve always seen Dr. Watkins.”

“I’m Dr. Johnson,” he informed me. “Dr. Watkins is a pediatrician. Our office policy is to move you up to one of the general practitioners in the practice once you’ve reached eighteen. You’re a big guy now, so you can see a big guy doctor. You okay with that?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Good,” he smiled. “Now, why don’t you tell me what’s going on down there?”

“My—uh—my balls have been hurting pretty bad since last night.”

“I see,” he nodded, washing his hands at a small sink in the room. “Go ahead and strip down, and then climb up on the exam table so I can have a look.”

Though I was embarrassed to be fully naked in front of this stellar specimen of a man, I obeyed his orders. Shedding my clothes, I reclined upon the exam table, my legs spread wide to give him access to my junk, my big dick flopped against my thigh. 

“I’m noticing some slight swelling of the epididymides,” he observed palpating my ballsack, my nuts contracting involuntarily at his touch, my cock growing hard. 

“Sorry about that,” I apologized, my dick engorging rapidly, reaching for the ceiling. “It’s got a mind of its own.”

“Don’t apologize,” he laughed. “It happens to a lot of guys during examination. It tells me there’s no issue with blood flow, if you’re able to achieve a strong erection like this.”

“Cool,” I replied, mortified to have a rock-hard boner in front of the hot doctor. 

“I’m able to distinguish each vas deferens,” he continued, his fingers probing deeper into my ballsack. “That’s a good sign, as we can rule out torsion.”

“Okay,” I answered, not knowing what the fuck he was talking about. 

“Other than some mild swelling,” he stated, gently rolling each of my balls between his thumb and index finger, “everything presents as normal. I’m not finding any lumps or anything that would be of concern.”

“Then—then why do my balls hurt?”

“Are you sexually active?”

“No,” I replied, slightly embarrassed. 

“I need you to be honest with me,” he persisted. “Because if you’re sexually active, I’ll need to draw some blood to rule out the possibility of STDs, which can cause testicular pain.”

“I swear to you—I’m still a virgin. I’ve never been with anyone.”

“Okay—I believe you,” he smiled. “Then how about you walk me through what you were doing last night when the pain in your balls began.”

“I—uh—I was just watching some videos in my room,” I answered evasively, not looking the doctor in the eye. 

“Was it porn?” he ventured. 

“Yes,” I confessed, shocked that he’d hit the nail on the head. “How’d you—?”

“You’re an eighteen-year-old boy,” he laughed. “Of course you look at porn. Hell, I’m thirty-two and I still enjoy it.”

“Please—please don’t tell my mom,” I pleaded. “She’s in the waiting room right now. My parents are religious and super conservative. They’ll kick me out of the house if they find out I watched porn under their roof.”

“Don’t worry,” he placed his hand on my naked thigh, inches from my hard cock. “You’re eighteen now, so what you tell me is confidential—strictly between us, okay?”

“Okay,” I nodded, relieved. 

“So the porn—was it gay or straight?”

“It was gay porn,” I admitted sheepishly. 

“Nothing wrong with that,” he winked. “I have a girlfriend, but still enjoy some guy-on-guy action now and then. So, after watching gay porn last night, did you jack off—empty the pipes?”

“No—uh—my parents taught me that masturbation is a sin,” I replied. “The Bible says that man shouldn’t spill his seed—”

“Yeah, I’ve heard all that horse shit before,” the doctor cut me off. “Look, it’s not my place to tell you what to believe. But what I will tell you is that you’ve got a classic case of blue balls. The medical term is epididymal hypertension, which is just a fancy way of saying your pipes are backed up.”

“So you’re saying that I need to jack off for my balls to feel better?”

“Yes,” the doctor nodded. “The sooner, the better—right now, in fact.”

“But, I don’t even know how to—”

“I’ll show you,” he gripped my hard cock in his meaty fist. “There’s really nothing to it.”

“Fuuuck,” I exhaled in ecstasy, my head tipping back against the crunchy paper on the exam table, his fist slowly stroking my cock up and down. Damn, it felt good. 

“I see a lot of dicks in my line of work, and you’ve got a really big one,” the doctor observed, gripping my cock harder, precum forming at the tip. “You’re gonna make some guy really happy one day.”

“You—uh—you have sex with girls and guys, you said?”

“Yeah,” the doctor acknowledged, increasing his pace, my balls sliding up and down in synch with his rhythm. “Sex isn’t black and white for me. I enjoy exploring all the gray areas—with both girls and guys.”

“That’s hot,” I remarked, staring down at my big dick in his capable fist, enjoying his skilled handiwork. 

“For me, what’s really hot,” he leaned in towards my cock, “is taking a big dick like this down my throat.”

And then he went for it, swallowing my cock whole, taking it to the balls. I looked down and, with his scruffy beard, it looked like my big cock was buried in a furry pussy, from the few times I watched straight porn. 

“Holy shit,” I gasped as he began to bob up and down on my big one, his lips locked around my thick shaft. 

“Damn, you’ve got a tonsil tickler,” he exclaimed, coming up for air briefly before diving back into it, my balls mashed against his furry chin. 

Instinctively, my hands went to his head, running my fingers through his hair as he expertly sucked my big dick. His head was like a piston, working my cock in and out of his warm throat. 

“You feeling good?” he asked, taking a quick breather, slapping my cock against his scruffy cheek. “You like fucking my throat with that big cock?”

“Yes,” I exhaled as he went back to it, sucking me ravenously. “Your throat feels so good.”

I knew that what he was doing was supposed to help my balls, but I grew concerned as the pressure in my nuts began to increase rapidly. I could feel a distinct throbbing, a force building in my shaft. And then it happened. 

“FUCK,” I gasped, my cock exploding in his mouth, the pipes bursting as my warm cum spewed down his eager throat. 

“Mmmm, mmmm,” he moaned, his lips locked around my swollen shaft, eagerly slurping down my creamy load. He held his head down on it, sucking out every last drop from my depleted balls. 

“Fuck, that was good,” I exhaled as he finally released me, my spent cock slapping against my thigh. A melange of cum and saliva dripped down his furry chin. 

“That was a big fucking load,” he marveled, wiping his wet beard with the back of his hand. “Your balls feel any better?”

“Much better,” I tugged at them gently, reveling in the feeling of complete release as I sat up on the exam table and swung my legs around to the side. 

“You just needed a good ball draining,” the doctor smiled, washing his hands in the sink once more. “Go ahead and get dressed.”

While I pulled on my clothes, the doctor scribbled something on his clipboard and then handed it to me. It was an appointment card. 

“I want you to return in three days,” he ordered. “I need to be sure that your balls have fully recovered.”

“Do you think you might need to give me another ball draining?” I asked hopefully. 

“Yes,” the doctor confirmed, leaning into me, his warm breath at my ear, his scruffy beard against my cheek. “And next time, I’m going to drain your balls with my tight hole. You’ll fuckin’ love it.”

The house was a money pit. Sure, it had a great location, just a short walk from the university where my husband Reed was a young professor. But it needed more repairs than we could afford. So we were overjoyed when my husband’s Uncle Max, an adept handyman, offered to come stay with us for a few weeks to help. The best part was that Max wouldn’t charge us a cent for his labor, we only had to cover the cost of materials. 

“I don’t seem to remember your Uncle Max,” I confessed to Reed when he told me about the deal. “Was he even at our wedding?”

“Yeah, babe,” Reed answered. “But, knowing Max, he was probably outside smoking a cigar the whole time. Ever since my Aunt Rita left him, Max sort of likes to be alone.”

Though Max and my husband’s dad were brothers, Max looked nothing like the rest of my husband’s family. He was bearded and beefy, covered in dense fur from top to bottom. A man’s man, he spoke in a deep, gravely voice—probably thanks to the cigars. When we served him quiche and a salad paired with a nice pinot grigio for dinner the first night he arrived, Max went out later and returned with a greasy bag of burgers and fries along with a case of beer.

I worked from home and was around Max most of the day, though I tried to stay out of his hair while he worked on the house. On the third day of his stay, while Max was ripping out drywall to repair some wiring in a bathroom, I invited him to eat lunch with me, wanting to get to know him a little better while my husband was at work. 

“This is really good,” he complimented, holding up half of an egg salad sandwich that I had prepared for our lunch, crumbs collecting in his salt-and-pepper beard. He was shirtless and slightly sweaty from working, but I wasn’t going to complain. “You’re good in the kitchen.”

“Thanks,” I blushed, flattered.

“So—you’re like the girl in this situation?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Huh—?”

“You know—you take my nephew’s dick up your ass?”

“Jesus,” I coughed, floored by his question. “Uh—yeah—I’m what’s called the bottom in our relationship. Well, honestly, I’m more versatile, which means I like both topping and bottoming. But because Reed is strictly a top, I tend to only—”

“You talk a lot,” he observed, cutting me off.

“Yeah,” I acknowledged. “I guess I’m nervous because I want you to like me, since you’re my husband’s uncle and you’re helping us out so much.”

“Don’t worry,” he winked. “I like you.”

There was a brief lull in the conversation as we finished our sandwiches in silence. But Max’s wheels were still turning. 

“So—does it hurt?” he asked out of the blue.

“Does what hurt?”

“You know—taking a dick up your ass. Does it hurt?”

“Uh—no,” I answered awkwardly, in disbelief that I was discussing gay sex with my husband’s straight uncle, whom I barely knew. “Taking cock feels really good.”

“What the biggest dick you’ve had?” he wanted to know.

“Uh, I don’t know if—” I tried to demur.

“Come on—tell me,” he persisted. “I bet you’ve had bigger than my nephew. Reed doesn’t seem like a guy who’d have a big one.”

“No, he’s not hung,” I laughed openly. “I mean, Reed has what is known as a husband cock, and it more than gets the job done. But I used to date this one Dominican guy, and he had a huge dick—a fat pinga, as he called it.”

“So you like a fat one?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “I mean, a lot of guys get hung up on length—eight inches, nine inches—but for me, a really thick cock is what feels best in my hole, no matter what the length.”

And then it happened. 

“You mean something like this?” Max stood up and pulled down his shorts. A big, thick, beer can cock was flopped against his hairy thigh, resting atop a set of bull balls. “You think you might want to take this big dick up your ass?”

Time stood still in that moment. I was instantly transported back to that summer after I graduated high school, when my burly stepdad offered up his big cock to me and then started passing me around to his motorcycle buddies. Flat on my back next to a Harley in some guy’s musty garage, my legs spread wide, beards and tattooed bodies heaving over me, furry bellies rubbing against my hole, load after load grunted into me. It was some of the best sex I’d ever had.

“I said—do you want this big dick, boy?” Max repeated, pulling me back to reality.

“Fuck yes,” I blurted out. “I want you to wreck my hole with that big thing.”

“Alright,” Max winked. “Why don’t you bend over this table here?”

“No,” I refused. “I want you to fuck me in my bed.”

“The one you share with my nephew?” Max laughed. “You dirty slut.”

Max followed me upstairs, yanking off his shorts as I disrobed and quickly prepped my hole with some lube. Reclining on the bed, I opened my legs for him, presenting my pink, puckered hole for his use and pleasure. 

“Look at that pretty cunt,” Max marveled as he climbed between my legs. His cock was rock hard and already dripping precum. 

“You want me to suck you some first?” I offered.

“Nah,” he declined. “I just want to get inside you.” He wasn’t kidding, instantly ramming his cock into my hole with one, violent thrust.

“FUUUUCK,” I screamed, my hole split in two as he went balls deep in me. His meaty hands pushed my thighs apart, his furry belly rubbing up against my cock. Though I loved a big cock, I’d never had one as thick as this one, my sphincter straining to accommodate him. 

“Damn, you’re tight,” Max exclaimed, looking down at his cock buried in me, his furry balls pressed against my hole. “I’m warning you—I ain’t gonna last long in this tight cunt.”

“You just enjoy it for as long as you can,” I replied, reaching up to stroke his hairy chest, my fingers teasing his nips. My hole had began to adjust to him, and I was feeling good. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Fuck me with that big dick.”

Max pushed my knees up to my chest, and then propped my feet against his hairy pecs. Jesus, the angle was incredible, his thick cock sliding deep inside me, routing my depths. He began to jackhammer me hard, his furry belly pounding against my cock and balls. 

“You like this big dick?” he asked, pummeling me over and over, those bull balls smacking audibly against my hole. “You like this big dick in you tight cunt?”

“Yes,” I exhaled, my eyes rolling back into my head. “Your big cock feels so fucking good inside me.”

My hands moved to his hairy thighs, bracing myself as he continued his assault on my cunt. He was wrecking my hole, brutally destroying it. And I was loving every minute. But all good things must come to an end.

“You want my cum?” Max demanded urgently, his breathing intensifying, his cock swelling inside me, stretching my sphincter even more. “You want me to dump this hot load in you?”

“Breed my fucking hole,” I begged, my legs still pressed against his hairy chest, his furry belly heaving with exertion. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“FUCK,” Max growled like a bear, his cock pulsing inside me, releasing his seed. A warmth emanated from deep in my bowels as Max continued to grunt over and over, expelling his load into my depths. I reached up and stroked his furry chest again, my fingers running through that dense, silver forest as his balls went empty inside me.

“Christ, that was good,” Max bellowed, pulling out of me, his pearly load streaming from my wrecked cunt as he wiped his sweaty brow with the back of his hand. “I better get back to work. That bad wiring ain’t gonna fix itself.”

The next morning, after my husband had fucked a load into me and then left for work, Max appeared in my bathroom as I showered. Pulling off his clothes, he joined me, fucking my sloppy hole up against the tile wall until he deposited my second load of the morning. 

Max fucked me often after that, usually two or three times a day—whenever Reed was at work, or at the gym, or running an errand. His stamina was incredible, his thirst for sex unquenchable. Max loved my tight cunt, and I couldn’t get enough of his big, hairy cock. 

Max was supposed to stay with us for only two weeks, but it quickly turned into two months. He kept finding things that needed to be fixed, repairs to be made—all while fucking my ass like he owned it. Reed joked that his Uncle Max might never leave and could end up living with us for good. My greedy hole had no problem with that.

Dakota was my Texan cousin and the same age as me. He and his parents made the long drive from San Antonio to Tampa every Thanksgiving to be with me and my parents, our dads being brothers. From the time we were little, Dakota always shared my room for the three days that they were in town. As kids, we spent endless hours flopped on my bed playing the latest game from Nintendo or PlayStation. But now that we were grown up, we discovered a new game to play on the bed.

“Dude, check out my tattoo,” Dakota stripped off his shirt as we got ready for bed the night before Thanksgiving. The state of Texas was branded prominently on his left pec, the lone star emblazoned across his heart. “Dad said I had to wait until I was eighteen to get inked, so I got it on my birthday last month.”

“It’s really cool,” I admired it, reaching out to feel the tattoo upon his smooth pec, the fanning of dark hair on his chest barely sprouting between his pecs. “You and Texas,” I laughed. 

“Everything’s bigger in Texas,” he winked, grabbing his prominent bulge. 

The old adage was certainly true for Dakota—the boy had a big one. I had seen it many times on prior visits, having to shower and change in the same space with him. He certainly wasn’t shy about his endowment, and for good reason. I would have thought he would be more discreet about it when I came out to him as gay a few years prior, but it only emboldened Dakota more. I could tell he got off on knowing that I was ogling his big one, wanting it.

“You still seeing that girl?” I asked as we got into bed, reaching to turn off the lamp on the bed table. “What was her name?”

“Tiffany,” he answered. “Nah—we broke up.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he laughed. “I got too much dick between my legs to be tied down to one bitch.” 

There was no arguing with that. We were then quiet for a few minutes, lying side by side in the dark. I rolled onto my side to face Dakota. His arms were propped behind his head, the moonlight illuminating his muscular body.  

“How long since you had some pussy?” 

“Uh—couple weeks maybe,” he shrugged. “Bit of a dry spell, but that happens.”

“You wanna fuck me?” I offered boldly. “I’m really tight.”

“Fuck no,” he spat. “I ain’t gay like you.”

“I know,” I acknowledged. “But a lot of straight guys have no problem with—”

“I said NO,” he interrupted forcefully. “I ain’t gonna fuck you. Now go to fucking sleep.”

The tension was palpable, both of us lying there in silence, staring at the ceiling. I didn’t regret offering up my ass to my cousin, as I had wanted to find the courage to do so for a long time. But now I feared I might have driven an irreparable wedge between us. My fears quickly proved to be unfounded. 

“You wanna jack me?” he finally broke the silence. “I haven’t emptied the pipes since we left San Antonio three days ago.”

“Jesus,” I sat up. “Are you serious?”

“Fuck yes,” he replied, pushing down the bedsheet to his knees. “Have at it,” he invited, yanking down the waistband of his briefs and resting it below his ballsack, his nine-incher reaching for the ceiling. 

Not wasting a moment before Dakota changed his mind, I reached out and grasped his big one, my hand unable to grip the entirely of his shaft. His rod was thicker than my wrist, and so I used two hands, one at the base of his shaft, the other up closer to his mushroom head. 

“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled, as I began to stroke him up and down. “I can tell you’ve done this before.”

“Once or twice,” I laughed. “It’s the reason I always get invited on camping trips.”

“You bad boy,” he reached over and mussed my hair. “Tighter,” he directed me, wrapping his hand around mine, increasing the pressure on his shaft. “Yeah—just like that. You’re not gonna hurt me—it can take a beating.”

Call me greedy. Call me ungrateful. Though it was undoubtedly hot to be jerking off my hot, hung, straight cousin—I wanted more. I wanted to suck it. I wanted him to fuck me. And so I made a bold move. While still gripping his big one, jacking it slowly, I leaned over and took that fat head, dripping with precum, into my warm mouth.

“Nice try, fucker,” he pushed me off, his meaty paw making contact with my forehead. “I’m not gonna let you suck me.”

“Dude,” I protested feebly, his big dick still in my grasp.  “What’s the difference between letting me jack you and letting me suck you?”

“It crosses a line,” he informed me. “It ain’t gay to get a handjob. Jesus, that’s means nothing. But sticking my dick in you—that’s fucking gay, bro.”

“Fine,” I acquiesced, knowing it was pointless to argue with his deluded sense of what was and was not gay. “Will you at least shoot in my mouth? I really want to taste your load.”

“You’re so fucking dirty,” he laughed. “I ain’t putting my dick near your mouth. You’ll just try to suck me. But you can aim my load up my chest and lick it off. That work?”

“Sure,” I agreed, eager to get something out of the negotiation, even if his cock wasn’t going down my throat or up my ass. 

Deftly, I went back to work, stroking that big dick vigorously. Jerking him was so much more work than jacking my own cock, given his length and girth. My biceps were already starting to hurt, my forearms burning. Thankfully, that pent-up load meant that Dakota was not going to last long. 

“Fuck that feels good,” he moaned, his arms propped behind his head once more, his balls tightening. “Yeah—right there. Jesus, that’s good. You keep that up and I’m gonna—I’m gonna—Fuck, bro—I’m about to—FUCK—SHIT.”

Quickly, I angled his big dick up towards his chest and watched in awe as Dakota delivered a porn-worthy money shot. The first shot of his white gold discharged from his swollen cock and arched over his abs, splatting all over his chest. Rope after rope of his cum continued to fly, coating the state of Texas, and draining into the furry valley between his pecs, running into the cum gutters of his abs.

“Fuck, that was good,” he exhaled, his big one slowly going soft in my grip. “Damn,” he exclaimed, looking down at his chest and abs, glistening with pearly luminescence in the moonlight. “Looks like you’ve got a big mess to clean up.”

I quickly dove into his chest with my tongue, slurping up his creamy goodness. Jesus, it tasted good. 

“Yeah, eat my cum,” he directed, his hands on my head. “You like how it tastes, you dirty fucker?”

“Fucking delicious,” I replied, licking my lips, savoring his manly ambrosia. 

“Alright—I’m beat,” Dakota promptly called an end to the fun, stuffing his spent cock back into his briefs, pulling up the sheet. “Goodnight.”

I returned his nocturnal wishes, and then rolled over onto my side. I was just about to fall asleep, blissfully happy to know that Dakota’s load was swimming in my belly, when I felt his arm upon my shoulder, his lips pressed near my cheek.

“Play your cards right,” he whispered, his breath hot at my ear, “and maybe I’ll let you suck me off tomorrow.”

Thanksgiving day was a blur, our house filled with even more relatives. Thanks to my cock-block mom, I barely saw Dakota. While he enjoyed the Macy’s parade and a lively game of touch football in the backyard with some of our other cousins, I was too busy being ordered around—snapping green beans for the casserole, peeling potatoes, putting the extra leaves in the dining room table, ironing the table cloth and napkins, polishing the silver, and lifting the turkey in and out of the oven multiple times so my mom could check its internal temperature. 

My internal temperature spiked each time I got a glimpse of Dakota, my mind reeling at the possibility of sucking him off that night. By the time we sat down for Thanksgiving dinner with the family, Dakota seated next to me in the dining room, I was horny as fuck. I didn’t know how I was going to get through the meal without crawling under the table and sucking him off in front of the entire family. 

Dakota didn’t make things any easier for me. Halfway through the meal, as Uncle Clyde told a boring story about nearly shooting off his foot while duck hunting, Dakota reached over and grabbed my hand from under the table. Deftly, without drawing any attention, he placed my open palm upon his hard cock, straining through his jeans. And as the family laughed in unison at the conclusion of Uncle Clyde’s tale, Dakota leaned into my ear and whispered, “I want to fuck you—now.”

Thankfully, the meal ended moments later, my mom announcing that we would take an hour pause before pumpkin pie to allow her and my aunts to clear off the table, start the dishwasher, and make coffee. Dakota and I raced upstairs, quickly locking ourselves into my room.

“Face down on the bed,” Dakota ordered me as we stripped out of our clothes. “You got any lube?”

“Yeah,” I reached into my bed table and retrieved my trusty bottle of Astroglide, tossing it to Dakota. “You’re going to need to use a lot of it, bro. You’re hung as fuck.”

“Sure thing,” he winked, slathering his cock generously. “I take it you’ve done this before?” he asked. “Taken a cock up your ass?”

“Yeah—once or twice,” I laughed. “Just one more reason I often get invited on camping trips.”

“You cock slut,” he smacked my ass, climbing between my legs, preparing to mount my ass from behind. “You want this big dick up your ass?” he teased, pushing the tip of his cock against the pink folds of my cunt. 

“Yes,” I exhaled, his cock breaching my sphincter. “Push it in me—get its all the way up there.”

“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled, going balls deep in me. “Shit, bro. No bitch has ever taken all of me before.”

“You’re a lot to take,” I winced, willing myself to not scream as he stretched my sphincter to the max. 

“You ever taken one as big as mine?” asked Dakota, his big one gliding in and out of me, routing my depths.

“No,” I admitted, the initial shock to my hole wearing off, his big dick beginning to feel good inside of me. “You’re the biggest by far.”

“Yeah—I hear that a lot,” he boasted, smacking my ass, picking up the pace. “Fuck you’re tight,” he marveled. “I ain’t ever fucked a bitch that was this tight—not even virgins.”

“I told you I’m tight, bro,” I teased, twerking my ass on his rod. “The straight guys who fuck me always tell me that ass is way better than pussy.”

“They ain’t lying,” Dakota laughed, slamming his weight into me as he began to pick up the pace, his rhythm and pace building. “Shit, this cunt is good.”

His cock was like a jackhammer in me, ramming harder and harder with each thrust, his balls smacking the back of my ass. I could tell he was trying not to be too loud, but there is only so much one can do to negate the telltale sounds of fucking. Thankfully, it was going to be a quick ride.

“I’m already feeling close, bro,” Dakota announced urgently. “You good if I dump in you?”

“Fuck yeah,” I exclaimed eagerly. “Fucking seed my hole.”

Dakota initiated a quick series of thrusts, his full weight upon me, the bed straining under us. I could feel his cock swelling inside of me, pushing deeper as his throbbing balls pressed up against my hole. His breathing began to quicken, his body quaking uncontrollably above me.

“Fuck,” my cousin gasped, trying not to be loud as his cock erupted, spewing his warm load into my eager hole. “Fuck—Fuck—Fuck,” he grunted softly, as his big dick pulsed in my depths, flooding my void with his warm seed. 

He collapsed upon me, our bodies melded, as his cock finished emptying inside me. Slowly, his breathing returned to normal, his cheek pressed against mine. I reveled in this new bond that had been forged between us. Suddenly, I was pulled back to reality, the sound of Aunt Rita laughing loudly downstairs, the clink of glasses and dishes in the kitchen. 

“We better get downstairs,” Dakota pulled out of me abruptly, his warm load escaping from my gaping hole, running down the back of my ballsack. “I don’t want to get busted fucking you.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “You go ahead, and I’ll be down in a few minutes. You’ve kind of made a mess of me.”

“Yeah,” he laughed, pulling on his shirt and stuffing his wet cock into his shorts. 

From the bed, I watched as Dakota unlocked and opened the door. “Dad?” he gasped, discovering his dad, my Uncle Clyde, standing in the doorway, his arms crossed defiantly as he looked in upon my naked, ravaged body on the bed. “Dad—we were—uh—we were just—” Dakota began to stammer.

“I heard every bit of what you two were doing,” my uncle cut him off.  “Now go downstairs, Dakota, and help your mom put out the dessert plates. I need to have a little chat with my nephew.”

Dakota nodded sheepishly and headed downstairs, as Uncle Clyde stepped into my room, closing the door behind him. I was mortified, fearful that Clyde was going to rage at me for giving up my ass to his son. 

“Please don’t overreact, Uncle Clyde,” I pleaded, scrambling to cover myself with the bedsheet. “Let’s be calm about this. How about we go downstairs and have a slice of pumpkin pie, and we can talk about this later once you’ve calmed down?”

“Pumpkin pie?” he laughed, undoing his pants, pulling out a massive cock that was identical to Dakota’s in every way, my hole twitching in eager anticipation. “The only pie I want is some of your pussy pie. Now be a good boy and open those legs for me. I’ve got a big load that I plan to dump in your sloppy cunt.”

“It’ll be wonderful,” Aaron squeezed me harder. “You’ve gone to so much trouble for him. My asshole father doesn’t deserve it.”

“I just want your dad to like me,” I turned to face Aaron. “I can tell he doesn’t like me much.”

“That’s not true,” Aaron dismissed. “He doesn’t like us—that we’re gay. He’s never been comfortable with my sexuality. He’s a homophobic bigot. It’s no wonder why my mom divorced him years ago.”

“I’m sorry you had to grow up with a dad like that,” I hugged Aaron. 

“We don’t get to choose our parents,” he kissed me. “We’d better get dressed. Dad is going to be here any minute.”

Ten minutes later, Aaron was buzzing up Frank to our apartment. I had met his father several times before, and was always struck by how much Aaron favored his handsome father. Frank was a bit more muscular than Aaron, and sported a trimmed beard with flecks of silver. Otherwise, it was like seeing a preview of Aaron in twenty-five years, and I liked what I saw. Frank was definitely a DILF. 

“Dinner won’t be ready for another hour,” Aaron informed Frank when he arrived, taking his jacket. “Can I get you a beer or a glass of wine while we wait?”

“I’m gonna need something stronger,” his dad answered, taking a seat on our living room couch as his eyes appraised the framed photos of Aaron and me on the fireplace mantle. “You got any scotch?”

“Umm—no, sorry,” Aaron apologized. “We’re not so much into the hard stuff at home. But I think you’d like—”

“Here’s some cash,” Frank pulled out his wallet, handing a couple of twenties to Aaron. “Be a good boy and run down to the liquor store and get me some scotch.”

“I’m—I’m not sure the liquor store is even open today, Dad,” Aaron stammered. “It’s Thanksgiving.”

“Nonsense,” Frank replied. “There’s that 24-hour liquor store over on Fulton. They never close.”

“Fulton?” Aaron gasped. “That’s like twenty blocks away. It’ll take me almost an hour to walk there and back.”

“That’s perfect,” Frank replied. “Dinner will be ready by the time you return. And I’ve been wanting to have a little chat with your—uh—boyfriend,” he eyed me. 

Aaron acquiesced to his dad, grabbing his jacket before making the long trek to the liquor store. “Text me if my dad says anything to offend you,” Aaron whispered in my ear, “and I’ll come back right away. I’m not going to put up with any of his foolish bigotry in our home on Thanksgiving.”

I had never been alone with Frank, and felt like I’d been locked in a cage with a wild tiger once Aaron had left. I knew I had to make small talk, to find some way to connect with my boyfriend’s dad. But my nerves got the best of me, and so I excused myself to the kitchen to check on dinner. 

“It smells good in here,” Frank announced, entering the kitchen as I stood at the sink, rinsing green beans in a colander before getting them on the stove. “And that pie looks delicious.”

“Thank you,” I acknowledged, my back to Frank. “I was going to bake a pumpkin pie, but Aaron told me that blackberry is your favorite.”

“You’ve worked so hard,” he continued, suddenly behind me, his hands resting upon my shoulders. “I want you to know how much I appreciate you and all that you do for my son.”

Franks fingers began to dig into my tense shoulders, massaging me. His hands moved down my spine, working out my stress. Suddenly his arms were wrapping around my torso, embracing me, pulling me into him. I could feel his hard cock through his pants, pressed against my round ass. 

“You want some dick, boy?” his breath was hot at my ear, his hands reaching down to undo my belt. “You gonna let me fuck you?”

“What the fuck is happening?” I screeched, shocked by the sudden turn of events. “You fuck guys?!”

“I learned one thing after my divorce,” he answered, unzipping my jeans from behind, pulling them down to expose my ass to him. “Getting my big dick into some random gay dude is ten times easier than getting into some bitch’s snatch.”

With my pants around my ankles, I listened as Frank undid his pants, preparing to fuck me up against the kitchen sink. Was this really happening? Could I really let my boyfriend’s dad fuck me?

I had always gotten off on hate fucks, as I called them. Like that time in college when a jock in my dorm called me a faggot after catching me sucking off some dude in a stairwell. The jock then fucked my ass in the stairwell the next day, calling me a dirty faggot as he grunted his load into me. I loved every minute of it. Taking Frank’s cock would be kind of like that. 

And there was also the issue of my extreme desire to be liked by Frank. Maybe giving up my ass to him would finally win his approval? It could help to smooth things over between Aaron and his dad. It would be a small price to pay, especially since I was a slut for cock. Aaron knew that about me, and never objected to fucking my sloppy hole after I’d taken a load or two in the gym sauna. 

The sound of Frank spitting on his cock brought me back to reality. In truth, I wanted him to fuck me. And as his fat cock head began to breech my sphincter, his hands on my hips, I gripped the sink and braced for impact. 

“FUCK,” I gasped as Frank pushed into me, splitting my hole in two. “Jesus, you’re big.”

“Bigger than my son?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “A lot bigger.”

I felt bad for talking about Aaron’s manhood with his dad, but it was true. Though my boyfriend was certainly not lacking in size, his dad’s huge cock was no comparison. And having it up my ass, routing my depths, was sheer bliss. 

“Yeah, fuck my hole with that big cock,” I begged like a bitch in heat. “Fucking destroy my cunt.”

“Your wish is my command,” Frank replied, digging his hands into my hips, forcing me into sync with his rapid rhythm. 

He was pounding the shit out of me, my body slamming into the edge of the kitchen sink over and over. Moving one hand to my back, he pushed me forward, my head nearly in the sink, as he adjusted the angle. 

The change in position was incredible, his big dick sliding even deeper into me, his cock head breeching my inner-sphincter. My eyes rolled back into my head as Frank continued his tumultuous assault on my hole. Though the man was a fuck machine, I could tell he was rapidly running out of gas. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” he panted in my ear, his breathing ragged. “You gonna take my nut? Let me cum in your pussy?”

“Breed me,” I pleaded. “Fuckin’ dump that load in me. 

“CHRIST,” Frank gasped loudly, delivering a rapid succession of thrusts. “Here it comes—FUCK—SHIT.”

Gripping the sink, I could feel his big dick discharging in my depths, his cock pulsing rapidly, his load spewing into my cavernous void. I reveled in the naughtiness of being bred by my boyfriend’s father. 

“Mmm yeah, breed me,” I moaned, his warm load coating my bowels. “Fucking seed this hole.”

When the ride had ended, when his balls had fully discharged, Frank pulled out of me, his cock slicked with his pearly load. I quickly turned around and, dropping to my knees, sucked his cummy cock until it was clean. 

“I’m gonna take a nap on the couch until my son gets back with my scotch,” Frank announced, stuffing his spent dick into his pants, zipping up his fly. “I trust you won’t go blabbing to Aaron that I fucked you?”

“My lips are sealed,” I assured him, reaching for the paper towel roll on the counter to wipe up the stream of warm cum that was running down my leg. 

Aaron arrived home twenty minutes later, a bottle of scotch wrapped in a crumpled brown paper bag. After he and his dad shared a drink, clinking glasses in honor of Thanksgiving, we sat down to our turkey dinner. 

“Dad was like a completely different man when I got home from the liquor store,” Aaron reflected as we climbed into bed naked that night. “He was talkative and complimentary of the meal. He even ate two pieces of your pie. What did you two talk about while I was gone? You must have said something to put him in a good mood.”

“Oh—I don’t know,” I demurred. 

“Maybe it wasn’t anything you said to my dad,” Aaron surmised while rolling on top of me, pushing my legs apart. “Maybe it was something you did for him.”

And then Aaron’s finger found my hole, still puffy and sore from Frank’s big cock. His finger slid into me, probing my used, wet cunt. 

“You let my dad fuck you,” Aaron accused, withdrawing a cummy finger. “Didn’t you?”

“Aaron,” I pleaded. “Please don’t be mad. It all happened so fast. I couldn’t stop him from—”

“Babe, don’t worry,” he silenced me, pushing my legs to my chest, his hard cock sliding easily into my puffy hole. 

“If giving up your ass to my dad helped to finally change his attitude towards us, who am I to get mad about it?”

“You’re—you’re not mad?” I beseeched, opening my legs wider for him. 

“Nah,” Aaron thrusted deeper. “I knew something was up when Dad asked if he could come over for brunch this Sunday.”

“Brunch?” I reacted in surprise, my boyfriend’s cock gliding in and out of me at a rapid pace, his rod slicked with his dad’s pearly load.  

“Yeah, brunch,” Aaron laughed, pummeling me harder. “And I bet that horny fucker will send me out to get champagne for mimosas, just so he can fuck you again.”