Lust for older

In the height of Summer. 35°C walking through the Coltswolds Woods. The slight gust of wind pushing past his body, making his nipples hard for enjoyment. He stops and see 2 guys in the woods having a nice time, he watches them as a guy goes down to rim a sun tanned ass. Stopping for a little feel in his shorts and running his hand over his slightly hairy chest. He puts his hands in his pockets to bring out his bottle, takes a long sniff. As he looks back up, his mind goes back to the pland for this lunchtime.

He walks on. Walking down the track, messaging his buddy. Can't wait to see you, the text reads, as promised I'm doing what we've agreed I hope you are too.

He stops and thinks, this is the most spontaneous and outrageous thing I've ever done, but I'm buzzing and cannot wait. It's been over 4 months since he has seen his buddy and has been looking forward to this.

He stops by a fallen down tree. Puts his poppers on top, along with his tshirt. Right, let's check what we've agreed. Oh yes, butt naked in my birthday suit. Slowly undressing himself, shorts and then the new briefs he bought especially for his buddy.

Better keep the cap on, just incase I need something quick to hide. He collects his belongings and continues down the track. His ass bubbling as he walks. But his cock stirs with excitement.

Through he goes into the woods pre agreed. And he came to the opening, a stream to the side, slowly rolling down the hills, nobody around, just the gentle breeze and birds whistling. He looks around and cannot see anyone, so walks deeper into the clearing

As he stops by the tree, he notices a hole in the ground, slightly sunk in. His cock stirs with the cock ring, looking closer seeing his buddy as promised. He looks down to his cock and its cock hard. So takes a long sniff of the poppers again and walks over to the sunken hole.

As promised his buddy is waiting, picnic blanket to give some cushion, sniffing poppers himself. Laying there with just his Aussiebum jockstrap on. His bubble butt twitching with excitement.

He drops his clothes on the blanket, hey buddy, I'm horny as hell in this weather, better get right to it. Yeah me too he says.

He gets to his knees. And kisses his buddy's bubble ass. Kissing his way up his back to his neck, as he moves up his precum dripping cock leaving a trail. Till finally after months of waiting, his cock finds the ass he wants. Kissing his neck his buddy moans with enjoyment. Slowly girating his hips up and down, his buddy starts to open his hips. The thrusting is getting more passionate, up and down as he finds the buddy has prelubed his ass for him. He moans with pleasure and enjoyment, you naughty boi, you want daddy?

Yes his buddy moans, more than every. The thrusting goes deeper and deeper. Finally his precum dripping cock finds a very moist hole, his ass is moist and waiting for me. A slow thrust and his head says hello to the hole. They are both moaning with pleasure, so a slight movement again happens as the head spreads the hole.................

I had no use for Carter when his family moved into the house across the street from me. The dad was hot as fuck, but his bitch wife looked to be a total cock block. Carter was maybe ten at the time, still in the throes of childhood, shooting hoops in his driveway, racing remote control cars with a neighbor boy. 

The only occasions that I was actually face to face with Carter was when he would ring my doorbell and politely ask to retrieve an errant soccer ball that disappeared behind my fence, or when he’d come around once a year selling popcorn for his scouting troop. 

Carter took on skateboarding at the precipice of puberty, riding his board up and down the street endlessly, always shirtless. From my front window, I watched the boy mature into a man. Though still wiry of build at fourteen, his nipples and the dead center of his chest began to sprout the beginnings of his pelt. 

By fifteen, his muscles began to thicken, with hair fanning across his broadening chest, forging a trail down south past his navel and into his nether regions. By sixteen, his transformation was nearly complete—well defined muscles and a pelt of man fur that would make almost any man envious. His father was similarly blessed. 

I had to have the man-boy inside me, my ego demanded it. But I had to wait two torturous years until he was legal. Good things come to those who wait. 

On Carter’s eighteenth birthday, a new car appeared in his driveway, festooned with a giant red bow on the hood. It was two days later that Carter appeared fortuitously at my door. Had the universe actually just served him up to me on a silver platter? Yes and no.

“Hey, Mr. Sampson,” he greeted politely as I opened the door. He was shirtless, as always, his furry chest begging for a slow, thorough tongue bath. 

“Hello, Carter,” I replied, my hungry eyes taking him in. “Happy belated birthday. I see your parents got you a car.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, briefly looking back at the car, parked in their driveway. “That’s actually why I came over here. I’ve got to earn some gas money, so I’m going around the neighborhood seeing if people have any odd jobs they need done.”

“Hmm, let me think,” I paused, scratching my chin, thinking of the one thing I wanted—his hairy cock buried in my man cunt. But confessing that would only send him scrambling away. 

“How about I give you forty bucks to weed my yard?” I finally offered. “The garden tools are in the car port.”

Carter eagerly agreed to the offer. Working methodically, he spent a full hour on my yard, meticulously removing every weed in sight. He was covered in dirt when he rang my doorbell for payment, flecks of yard debris clinging to his chest hair. 

“Come inside,” I demanded. “You jump in the shower and get cleaned up while I find some cash for you.”

“But I really don’t—“

“Nonsense,” I protested, leading him to my bedroom and pushing him towards my bathroom shower. “There’s body wash and clean towels—everything you need.”

Ten minutes later, he emerged from my bathroom in a cloud of steam as I waited on the bed for him. He had a towel around his waist barely hiding the outline of a big cock, his hair was towel dried, and his furry chest was still damp with steam.

“Did you do something with my shorts?” Carter asked, tightening the towel around him. “I can’t find them.”

“Your shorts were filthy, so I hand rinsed them and tossed them in the dryer,” I explained. “Why don’t you have a seat next to me here on the bed while we wait for them to dry?”

“Uh—okay,” he agreed hesitantly, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. 

“You’ve matured into quite the young man,” I observed, my eyes traversing his hairy body. “And from what I can see under that thin towel, you’re a blessed man down there. I bet you’re popular with the girls.”

“Oh—uh—I dunno about that,” Carter demurred bashfully. 

“You mean you’re not getting pussy?” I demanded. 

“No—I’m still a virgin,” Carter admitted sheepishly. 

“That’s a damn shame,” I feigned outrage. “A handsome young man like you should be getting pussy all the time. Unless—maybe you like boys?”

“No—I’m not—”

“I like boys,” I cut him off. 

“I know,” Carter avoided my gaze. “My dad warned me—I mean—told me that you’re gay.”

“Yes, I am,” I admitted proudly. “And many straight men, especially young guys like you, have fucked me.”

“Wait—straight guys fuck you?” Carter gasped incredulously. “Why?”

“Why?!” I laughed at his naivety. “It’s a universal truth that men need sex far more than women. And some men—the smart ones—turn to guys like me when they just need an easy hole to breed. Do you want to fuck my hole?”

“I’m just not sure I could—”

“Not sure you could stick your dick in a warm, tight hole that is way better than any pussy out there?” I countered. 

“I think I should go,” Carter stood up, the dryer beeping down the hall, announcing it was done. “I’ll just be needing my shorts now.”

Through his towel, I could see that Carter was rock hard, his eight incher straining against the thin terry cloth. His brain might have been telling him not to fuck me, but his cock certainly had a different opinion on the matter. 

“Here’s your shorts,” I held them out to him. “Nice and warm from the dryer.”

Grasping them, Carter turned around and dropped his towel, giving me a view of his hairy ass while he pulled up his shorts. He had denied me a gratuitous glimpse of his cock—for the moment. I handed him the forty bucks for the yard work, and he made a beeline back to his house.

Being a night owl, there was many a late night when I would spy Carter as he snuck out of his house. Climbing out his bedroom window and down the trellis, a buddy would be lurking in the dark, a beer cooler in hand. Creeping behind them in the dark, I once followed them to the playground down the street where they drank beer and smoked weed until the wee hours of the morning. Boys will be boys. 

Sure enough, after offering up my ass up to Carter, I saw him creeping down the trellis that same night. But his buddy wasn’t there. Was Carter on his way to fuck me? An urgent knock at my door one minute later settled the question. 

“Let’s just fuckin’ do this before I change my mind,” Carter barked, pushing inside. He was shirtless, his athletic shorts tenting. “You want to bend over this couch for me?”

“I’d much prefer my bed,” I countered, leading him to the bedroom. “I’d like to look up at your hairy chest while you fuck me.”

“Fine by me,” he shrugged. 

He dropped his athletic shorts, his eight incher springing to attention, as I disrobed and took my place on the bed—on my back, spreading my legs open for him. 

“Vaseline?” he asked as I removed a small tub from the drawer of my bed table and began to prep my eager hole with it. “My mom uses that on her face at night.”

“Well, it also makes a great—” I began to explain, before—

“Fuuucck,” he exhaled, pushing into me abruptly, his hands on my thighs, a dopy smile on his face—the look of a boy who had never before dipped his stick.

I reached up and caressed his furry chest as he looked down at his cock, buried in me, his balls mashed against my sphincter. And then Carter proceeded to fuck the living shit out of me.

It wasn’t my first time with a virgin top, so I knew what to expect—hang on tight, and enjoy the ride. The first time a guy gets his cock into a wet cunt, whether ass or pussy, he fucks it like it’s the one and only time he’ll ever have the pleasure.  Fast and furious. Carter was no exception.

“Damn, this feels good,” he marveled, his cock jackhammering me, my head hitting the headboard over and over again. His frantic pace was absurdly fast—completely unsustainable. A jackrabbit had mounted me, preparing to breed me in under sixty seconds.

“What are you doing?” Carter demanded, pounding my hole furiously as I reached around and tugged at his balls, pulling them away from his body.

“I’m trying to keep you from nutting,” I explained. “If you don’t slow down, you’ll shoot too fast, and then the ride is over.”

“My buddy says he pictures dead puppies to keep from shooting too fast when he fucks his girlfriend,” Carter laughed, smacking my ass hard, the sound echoing through the room. “But that’s kinda fucked up.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Better to slow down and maybe you—”

“I’m about to bust,” Carter announced urgently, looking down at his big cock buried inside me. My legs were spread wide, his cock thrusting rapidly in my wrecked hole, as I enjoyed the view of his deliciously hairy body. “You ready for my load?”

But before I could respond, before I could attempt to put the brakes on his impending orgasm, Carter pulled out abruptly. Spraying his cum on my stomach and up my chest, he delivered a money shot worthy of a pornstar before pushing back into me, breeding me with the rest of his load.  Clearly, the boy had watched a lot of porn. 

Reaching up, I stroked his hairy chest one last time as his balls continued to empty in me. I didn’t want the moment to end, but from the satisfied look upon Carter’s face, I could tell he would be back again—soon.

“Thanks,” he said, pulling out of me abruptly, slapping my ass—another move ripped off from too much porn. “I better get home before my parents notice I’m gone.”

“Come back and fuck me anytime you need to drop a load,” I offered, swiping up some of his pearly cum off my chest and tasting it—that delicious ambrosia. “My hole is always yours.”

“Sounds good,” he agreed, pulling on his shorts, stuffing his wet cock back into them.

“Oh—and tell your dad that he’s welcome to bring you along next Wednesday night,” I offered as he was almost out the door.

“Wait—,” Carter paused. “My dad shoots pool with his work buddies on Wednesday nights.”

“Pool?” I laughed. “That must be what he tells your mom.” 

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

“Uh—it’s been about a month now, sir,” I answered. “Reese said I could stay as long as I needed, sir.”

“You can drop the sir shit, and call me Cal,” he insisted. “And it’s really not my son’s place to decide that you can stay here indefinitely—especially since you haven’t paid me a fuckin’ dime in rent.”

“I’m sorry, sir—I mean—Cal,” I stammered. “It’s just that I’m between jobs right now and got evicted from my apartment, which is why Reese is letting me crash here. I can’t afford to pay you rent, but I have tried to help out around here in other ways.”

“Right,” Cal snickered. “You’re idea of helping out is sucking my son’s cock every night.”

“How—how did you know?” I gasped. “Did Reese tell you—?”

“Reese didn’t have to tell me shit,” Cal interrupted. “I can hear you in his room, slobbering all over his dick, moaning as he orders you to deep throat him and swallow his load. Are you two boyfriends now or something?”

“No—we’re not boyfriends” I insisted. “We aren’t gay. We don’t even fuck. I just enjoy helping a buddy out with a brojob now and then. And when Reese said I could crash here, I offered to—you know—suck him off on the DL in exchange.”

“And you think that’s fair to me?” Cal protested. “You think it’s fair that you suck off my son, so you can crash here, when I’m the one who pays the fuckin’ mortgage on this house?”

“I didn’t think of it that way,” I admitted. “But I’m game to suck you off as well,” I eyed his ample crotch. “I enjoy sucking daddy dick.”

“I don’t need a blow job from you,” Cal refused. “Shit—I can go down to the gym and get my balls drained by any number of sauna suckers. What I need is some ass. How ’bout you let me fuck you?”

“I’ve—I’ve never been fucked,” I stammered nervously. “I’m not sure that I’m game to—”

“Nonsense,” Cal cut me off. “If you love taking a load down your throat, you’re gonna love it up your ass even more. Come on, boy. You know you’ve thought about it.”

Cal was right. I had thought about it—a lot. My older brother had been the first to stick his dick down my throat, but he always drew the line at shoving it up my ass. I loved sucking dick, and enjoyed giving brojobs to all my buddies. Taking it up the ass seemed like the next step, a natural progression. I was ready for it. 

“Fine, you can fuck my ass,” I agreed, standing up at the kitchen table, pulling down my athletic shorts. “You wanna fuck me on this table? Reese is at work and won’t be home for awhile.”

“Nah, I want to enjoy your ass on a bed,” Cal countered. “Let’s go upstairs.” He then led me up to the room that I shared with Reese.

“Wait—you’re not gonna fuck me in your room?” I questioned. “You’re gonna fuck me on Reese’s bed? Isn’t that a bit fucked up—fucking me on your son’s bed?”

“Sex is best when it’s a bit fucked up,” Cal gave a devilish grin. “I’ve had to listen to you sucking load after load outta my son on this bed. It’s about time I got my turn. How about we start there—with you sucking me on this bed before I plow your hole?”

I then watched as Cal removed his hoodie and tossed it upon the floor. He then pulled off his shorts, a huge cock swinging like a pendulum between his muscular legs. Reese had a big one, but it fell short of the majesty of his father’s cock. 

“Fuck, you’re hung,” I gasped as Cal took a seat at the edge of the bed and began to jack himself, his thick member growing and lengthening to easily nine inches. “Jesus, that’s gonna hurt,” I gasped. 

“Not if you get it good and wet,” Cal pulled me towards him. “Now suck this big dick for me—get it ready for that tight hole.”

I dropped to my knees before him, like I had countless times for his son, taking that big daddy dick into my mouth. His precum coated my tongue as I worked to get that big thing all the way down my throat. 

“Don’t worry if you can’t take it all the way,” he began to assure me. “I’ve never met anyone who could—HOLY FUCK. How are you doing that?” he gasped as his big one suddenly slid all the way down my gullet, his balls mashed against my chin.

“Lots of practice,” I admitted, coming up for air. “I could suck this big dick all day,” I began to take him down my throat again. 

“Not so fast,” he stopped me, extracting his big cock from my throat, saliva stringing from the tip of his helmet head to my lips. “As much as I’m impressed with your oral skills, I’m ready to see what kind of magic you can work with this tight hole,” he insisted, leaning forward as his hand slid down the back of my shorts, his thick finger probing my hole. 

“You promise to be gentle?” I ascertained nervously. “I’ve never been fucked,” I reminded him. 

“Don’t worry. I know the drill,” he assured me as he reached into Reese’s bed table and pulled out a bottle of lube. “You’re hardly the first young man who I’ve deflowered. Or should I say defiled?” he laughed to himself. 

Looking at his big cock as I removed my shorts and positioned myself on the edge of the bed, I was certain that defiled was the more accurate term for what was about to happen to me. I looked back as Cal squirted a generous amount of lube onto his cock, pumping it with one fist, readying it for my hole. 

“Spread your legs wider,” he kicked at my feet as he stepped up to the plate, my ass presented to him at the bed’s edge. His hands went to my hips, pulling me into him as his rounded cock head found the clenched knot of my sphincter. And with one, quick thrust, Cal was suddenly inside of me. 

“FUCK,” I screamed, my virgin hole under assault, ripped in two by his massive cock. I fell forward on the bed, pain seizing my bowels, spreading through my body. “I can’t take it,” I cried like a little bitch. “You’re too fucking big. Pull out—pull the fuck out of me.”

“Just relax,” Cal stroked my back, holding firmly inside of me. “You can do this. I’ve popped your cherry, but you gotta give yourself a minute to adjust. Now take some deep breaths. Give into the initial pain, and soon it will feel good.”

Obediently, I followed his orders. Taking a series of deep breaths, I tried to relax my body as Cal held still within me. I could feel my angry sphincter beginning to give up its fight, finally accepting the big dick that had conquered it. 

Cal could sense the change within me and began to move slowly, delivering a series of deep thrusts into my bowels. My toes curled, waves of pleasure replacing the initial pain. 

“You feeling good now?” he asked. 

“I feel fucking amazing,” I exhaled, licking my lips. “Your big cock feels so good inside me.”

“Spoken like a true slutty bottom,” Cal laughed, slapping my ass with his open palm as he picked up his pace. “I’d advise you to hang on—’cause I’m about to fuck the shit outta this virgin cunt.”

He wasn’t kidding. Cal went from zero to sixty in three seconds, pounding my ass relentlessly. It hurt so good as he hammered my hole, beating it into submission. I gripped the sheets, hanging on for dear life as he fucking owned my ass. 

“You’re so fucking deep,” I marveled, his cock a battering ram in my guts. 

“You haven’t seen deep yet,” he raised my ass with his meaty hands, adjusting the angle. I could feel a renewed sense of pressure in my bowels, a slight resistance and then a sudden release as Cal slid impossibly deeper into me, breaching my inner sanctum. “There—I just popped your second cherry,” he gloated. 

My eyes rolled back into my head, fireworks in my brain as Cal ravaged me with his big dick. Was this nirvana? It felt like I was having an out-of-body experience, every atom in my body succumbing to a higher plane of existence as Cal proceeded to pound me relentlessly. I didn’t want it to end. 

“You ready for my cum?” Cal’s deep voice broke through my trance, his balls smacking my ass with each thrust. “You gonna let me shoot up your ass?”

“Yes,” I croaked breathlessly, his cock swelling in my fuck canal. “Fucking breed me with that big dick.”

A distinct throbbing began to build in my bowels, followed by an epic release as Cal announced, “OH FUCK. I’m cumming. FUCK—SHIT.”

His big dick erupted in my depths, spewing his load into my vanquished bowels. Falling on top of me, Cal’s body quaked as his cock continued to pulse rhythmically in my void, flooding my guts with his seed. 

“Damn, I needed that,” he pushed off me when his orgasm had ended, extracting himself from my fuck canal. He left a gaping hole in his wake, his pearly load streaming out of me. And then he was gone, picking up his shorts and hoodie as he ambled out of Reese’s room. 

I dragged myself to the shower, washing the stench of man sex from my body as Cal’s load streamed down my leg and circled the shower drain. Freshly showered and in a clean pair of shorts, I fell asleep upon Reese’s bed, my body succumbing to the post-coital endorphins that were still surging in my veins. 

Reese awoke me a few hours later when he got home from work. The dude was clearly in need of his daily blow job, his hard cock straining against the front of his pants. I sat up immediately, knowing that I had a job to do. 

“You want me to suck you on the bed?” I offered. “Or do you wanna sit in your gaming chair and let me drain a load out of you while you play GTA?”

“How ’bout you bend over the edge of that bed and let me pound your ass?” Reese suggested, unzipping his pants, his eight-incher already rock hard. “Dad told me he fucked the shit out of you this afternoon, and now I want my turn.”

Moments later, I gripped the sheets and gritted my teeth as Reese railed my used ass, pounding my hole with an intensity that matched his father’s stamina. Turning my head, I noticed Cal standing in the doorway, his shorts unzipped as he stroked his hard cock. 

“That’s it, son—fuck the shit outta that little bitch,” Cal encouraged Reese. “When you’re done seeding his sloppy ass, I’m gonna jump in after you.”

Roman had lived in the apartment next to Mama and me for as long as I could remember. My daddy had abandoned Mama when he found out she was pregnant with me, leaving her to raise me on her own. Being a young, single mother would have been lonely for Mama had Roman not been around. 

I was just a kid when I realized that Mama was giving up her pussy to Roman. He would often come over with a cheap bottle of red wine in the afternoons, Mama pushing me out the door to play outside. Thirty minutes later, through the open windows, I would hear her moaning as Roman grunted his load into her. 

When I was a bit older, Mama would go over to Roman’s place after dinner. After I listened to his headboard banging against the thin wall between our apartments for a good hour, Mama would stumble through our door walking awkwardly, her hair all messed up. 

I came home from school one day and caught Mama on her knees in the kitchen, sucking Roman’s dick as he leaned against the kitchen counter, drinking a beer. I froze in my tracks at the sight of his massive cock, which looked to be thicker than my arm. Roman caught me watching, locking eyes with me as Mama edged him to orgasm, one hand working his thick shaft as she sucked on that bulbous, purple head. 

“You shouldn’t spy like that,” Roman scolded me playfully as he came out on the back porch moments later, doing up his shorts. Mama was in the kitchen rinsing out her mouth at the sink. “What adults do together like that ain’t none of your business.”

“It’s not my fault,” I began to protest. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Now calm down, little man,” he cut me off. “Your mama didn’t see you, and I ain’t gonna tell her that you were spying on us.” And then Roman leaned down close to me, beer on his breath as he whispered in my ear, “Maybe I’ll let you do that for me when you’re older.”

Looking back, it is striking that Roman saw it in me before I even knew it myself—that I was gay, that I would grow up to desire love and sex with men. But all I knew in that moment was that I was obsessed with Roman’s huge cock. 

Mama was clearly obsessed with it, too, giving up her cunt to Roman several times a week. Even at that age, I could see their relationship for what it was—a booty call, though my vocabulary still lacked that term. They never went out for a date. Mama never cooked a meal for Roman. They just fucked. 

And then it stopped. Not all at once. Little by little. A quiet quitting. I was in high school by that time, and Mama had crested her thirtieth birthday. Roman was looking for greener pastures to plow, often dragging home young bitches that he picked up at the dive bar up the street. 

Night after night, Mama and I could hear through the wall as Roman railed some young bitch with a daddy complex. I’m sure it stung for Mama at first but, like most of the disappointments in her life, she learned to rise above it. A 12-inch dildo I once found stashed under her bed likely helped her to get over Roman. 

But I wasn’t over Roman. I still craved him and that huge cock. I would lie awake at night, jacking myself to the sounds of Roman’s headboard banging the wall, his orgasmic grunts as he bred some new bitch. And when I turned eighteen, I knew my day had come. I was ready for Roman to deliver on his promise to allow me to pleasure him. 

Roman was ready, too. Not a week after my eighteenth birthday, when he knew Mama was still working at the chicken plant, he appeared on the back porch that adjoined our duplex apartments. He was shirtless, his muscular, hairy body poured into a tight pair of navy shorts. 

“You want to join me for a cold one?” he held up a bottle of beer. “I know you’re only eighteen,” he smiled seductively. “But it can be our little secret if you want to share a beer with me.”

“I don’t much like beer,” I answered. “But I’d like to suck your big dick.”

“DAMN,” he laughed loudly. “For being such a shy little boy all these years, you’ve certainly grown into a man who’s not afraid to ask for what he wants. I respect that.”

“So you gonna let me suck you?” I persisted, unwilling to let the opportunity slip away. 

“Shit, boy,” he smiled wantonly, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me into his apartment. “You and me are gonna do a lot more than just some dick sucking.”

I was soon standing in Roman’s bedroom, staring at his infamous bed, a deep dent in the plaster behind the headboard. How many times had he fucked my mama upon that bed? How many bitches since? And now my virgin ass would be next.

“You remembered that, didn’t you?” Roman asked while undoing his shorts. “That time you spied on your mama sucking me in the kitchen? You remembered that I promised to let you suck me one day?”

“Yes, sir,” I dropped to my knees, his monstrous 12-incher just inches from my face. “I’ve wanted to taste your big cock ever since, sir.”

“Don’t be calling me sir, boy,” he stopped me just as I was reaching for his cock. “I ain’t your daddy—though you can call me Daddy when my dick is in you. That shit turns me on.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I agreed, the word having never left my lips before. “Please let me suck your big cock, Daddy.”

“Such a polite boy you are,” he winked mockingly. “Your mama raised you right.” And then grasping me by the hair, Roman tilted back my head and shoved his massive cock down my throat. “That’s it, boy. Suck this big dick. Suck this—big—fucking—dick.”

Instantly, he was face fucking me, his big cock battering my throat. His meaty hands went to the back of my head, holding me down on him. I was gagging on that big thing, straining not to puke on it, bile rising from my stomach. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Roman pulled out of my throat abruptly. 

“That’ll do for now, boy” he smacked the side of my face, my saliva stringing from my lips to his cock. “How about we get this big dick up your ass now?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I begged, pulling down my shorts. “I want you to fuck me with that big dick.”

With his strong hands, Roman spun me around, forcing me down on his bed, my ass presented to him. Separating my butt cheeks, he spit on my hole, working his saliva into my orifice with one and then two fingers. 

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he marveled, finger fucking me briefly. He spread his fingers scissor-like within me, widening my fuck canal for him. “I’m gonna love being inside this boy cunt.”

And then I felt his weight upon me, his arms wrapping around my body, his hairy chest at my back. The rounded tip of his cock found my hole, my virgin sphincter resisting before—BAM—Roman was inside me. I was a virgin no more.

“FUCK,” I screamed, my hole stretched to the max, my unchartered fuck canal straining to accommodate his incredible girth. “It hurts,” I cried out. “It hurts so fucking bad.”

“You’ll be fine,” Roman hissed in my ear. “You’re not the first boy like you to take a big dick. You’ll get used to it. Just lemme do my thing, okay?”

Apparently, his thing was to fuck the shit out of me. Pushing himself upwards into a plank, Roman dug his hands into the mattress on either side of me. He began to thrust deep within my bowels, his cock head exploring my virgin territory. 

The pain was unreal. I thought I might lose consciousness, and I prayed for that sweet relief. But then something miraculous happened. My sphincter started to give into his assault, my body accepting this man inside of me. The sharp pain was soon replaced with waves of pleasure, his cock stimulating me in ways that I had never expected. 

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I moaned, my voice suddenly deeper and foreign to me. “Fuck me with that big dick.”

“Seems like you’re starting to like this cock up your ass,” Roman observed, pounding me harder. “Boys like you always love a big cock. You just had to get used to it.”

I was more than just getting used to that big cock. I was loving it. I started to rock my pelvis to his rhythm, anticipating each thrust. I tilted my ass, elated to find Roman could go even deeper than before.

“Yeah—that’s it. Open that cunt for me,” he encouraged me. “Take this cock all the way.”

He was pounding me deep, my eyes rolling back into my head. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back as he jackhammered my cunt, pounding it into submission. Over and over, he rammed my bowels, his balls smacking my ass with each thrust. His stamina was incredible, the headboard hitting the wall with brutal force. And then everything slammed to a hault.

“FUCK,” Roman grunted suddenly, his hands digging into my shoulders, a deep throbbing in my abused bowels as the damn burst. Rhythmically, his cock spewed a massive load, flooding my virgin guts with his seed. “Yeah, take this fuckin’ nut,” he barked.

“Breed me, Daddy,” I pleaded. “Fill me with your seed.”

Roman collapsed upon me, his sweaty body melded into mine as his balls gave up the last of his DNA. His scruffy face was at the back of my neck, nuzzling softly against me. He was suddenly tender, softly kissing me.

“Fuck, I needed that,” he pulled out of me, his load gushing out of my gaping hole and onto his sheets. “Christ,” he looked outside the window, the setting sun turning the sky pink and rosy. “We lost track of time. Your mama is probably already home from work and looking for you.”

I bolted out of bed, pulling on my shorts over my used ass. “Can—can we do this again sometime soon?” I asked hopefully as fumbled with my shoes. 

“Definitely,” Roman gave a devilish laugh. “I’ve waited a long time to get this cock in you, and it was worth the wait. You’ll be seeing a lot more of it.”

Through the kitchen window, I could see the image of Mama sitting at our table. It wasn’t like me to come home late, or to have not left a note explaining my whereabouts. I knew I was going to have some explaining to do.

“Did you enjoy Roman’s big cock?” Mama asked flatly as I came in from the back porch. She was drinking a glass of wine, a pot of soup warming on the stove. “I heard you two over there.”

“I’m—I’m sorry,” I stammered. “Roman came by while you were at work and—”

“No need to apologize,” Mama cut me off. “You’re a young man now. You can use your body any way you see fit. But I think you ought to know something about Roman.”

“I know, Mama—he’s just using me for sex, like he used you and countless others,” I admitted with clarity. “One day he’ll get bored with me and it’ll all be over.”

“Yes,” Mama conceded. “But there’s more about Roman that you should know,” she looked up, locking eyes with me. “I was just barely older than you when I first rented this apartment,” she began. “I had just started working down at the chicken plant, trying to earn enough money so that I could escape my sicko stepdad. Every night, that old fuck would stumble drunk into my room and force me to suck his shriveled dick, making me swallow his nasty cum.”

“You—you never told me—”

“Allow me to finish,” she insisted. “Roman was already living next door when I moved in here. He was a bit older than me and, Christ, he was handsome. He helped me haul in some boxes, and then he showed up again later that night with a bottle of wine and, well, nine months later—”

“Oh my God,” I gasped. “Roman is—”

“Your father,” she confessed. “He doesn’t know it. I lied and told him an old boyfriend knocked me up. But it’s time you knew the truth. You shouldn’t let Roman fuck you no more. It’s incest for a father to fuck his son—it ain’t right.”

“Why the fuck not, Mama?” I demanded obstinately. “It’s not my fault he’s my daddy. That’s on you. If I want to get fucked by him again, that’s my goddamn business.”

“I didn’t know you kept a diary,” Chad said mockingly. “There’s some interesting shit about me in here.”

“Dude,” I begged. “Please don’t—”

“Are you fucking crazy?” I objected. “Mom could catch us.”

He and his newlywed bride had been seated at a table across from mine at breakfast on the hotel terrace. I had selected the upscale beach resort in hopes of scoring some dick while on vacation, yet found myself surrounded by honeymooning breeders like them.

Jesus, the groom was hot. A linen shirt straining to contain his bulging muscles. Khaki shorts clinging to his beefy ass, barely concealing the outline of a massive cock. He was the kind of guy who looked and acted like a total dickwad, yet would likely be incredibly good in bed. I wanted him in the worst way, and it didn’t help that his bride was a raving bitch.

“I can’t believe an exclusive resort like this doesn’t have gluten-free muffins,” she screamed at a hapless waiter, hurling the complimentary bread basket at him. “I’m going to shred this place on TripAdvisor.”

“Babe, calm down,” the hot groom pleaded with her while trying to apologize to the waiter. But the situation only escalated with the bride hurling insults in every direction before calling the groom an asshole and then storming off. The entire scene was a train wreck, and I couldn’t look away.

“What the fuck are you staring at?” the groom barked, catching me in the act. “Mind your own fucking business.”

“I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I really didn’t mean to stare at—”

“Nosy faggot,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head as he returned his attention to his breakfast plate and shoveled scrambled eggs into his mouth.

The unwarranted slur shocked me to the core. I should have called him out on his hatred, his ugly bigotry. Instead, I gathered my things and left the terrace hastily.

I had just stepped onto the elevator in the lobby, on my way back to my room, when a meaty hand suddenly thrusted between the closing doors and pried them open. It was the hot groom.

“Jesus Christ,” I uttered reflexively, moving against the elevator wall.

“I’m sorry,” the groom said, joining me in the elevator, the doors closing on us. “I wanted to apologize for what I said back there. You didn’t deserve that. I’m honestly—I’m honestly not some homophobic asshole.”

“It’s okay,” I shrugged nervously.

“No—it’s not okay,” he insisted. “I’m on the honeymoon from hell, and it wasn’t fair of me to take it out on you. My wife is already driving me crazy. I’m thinking that marrying her was a huge mistake.”

“I’m sure a lot of newlyweds feel that way at first,” I tried to console him. “This resort is amazing. Try to enjoy it, and I’m sure you’ll feel better.”

“It’s hard to enjoy my honeymoon when my balls are backed up,” he quipped. “My wife is on the rag.”

“I’m not on the rag,” I blurted out brazenly before I could stop myself. “You can empty your balls in me.”

What the fuck was I thinking?

And then he lunged at me. It happened so fast, I assumed he was going to beat the shit out of me for making a pass at him. Spinning me around and pushing me up against the elevator wall, his meaty hand was suddenly down the back of my pants, his thick fingers probing my hole.

“This what you want?” he demanded, undoing his pants with his other hand. “My big cock up your ass?”

“Yes,” I affirmed. “But not like this. Come up to my room.”

After the elevator doors opened to my floor, we nearly toppled over a maid’s cart as we raced to my room. Fumbling with the key card, his hard cock pressed against my ass through our clothes, we fell into my room.

We were naked in a flash as he pulled me towards the bed. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening, wanting to pinch myself. I scrambled to retrieve a small bottle of lube that I’d left on the bed table following a solo ‘bate session the night before. With two fingers, I hurried to prep my hole as he pushed me back on the bed, pushing my legs apart.

“Fuck, you’re big,” I gasped as he shoved his nine-incher into my depths, my legs wrapping around his beefy ass instinctively.

“It’s a pussy splitter,” he gloated, pounding the shit out of me, my head banging the headboard with each thrust.

“Open your legs wider,” he ordered, leaning forward and grasping the top of the headboard as he proceeded to jackhammer my hole.

I knew it wouldn’t last long. His pace was too fast, his breathing too intense. I tried to slow him down, encouraging him to enjoy the ride, but he had one goal—to dump his load in me.

“You want my cum?” he asked rhetorically, riding my ass like a racehorse in the final lap. But before I could respond, his body was consumed by an unrestrained shudder, his big cock erupting inside of me.

“FUCK—SHIT,” he grunted, collapsing on top of me as his balls emptied into my depths. Stroking his sweaty back, his scruffy face pressed against mine, I reveled in the sensation of his spent cock going soft inside me.

A loud buzz emanated suddenly from his phone, buried in his crumpled shorts on the floor. Pulling out of me, his cock covered in a sheen of pearly cum, he fumbled for his phone.

“Hey babe,” he answered softly. “No—don’t cry. It’s okay. I love you, too. I’m still downstairs,” he lied while surveying the room, his eyes resting upon me on the bed with his thick load trickling out of my destroyed cunt. “I’ll be right up to the room, babe. Love you.”

“I gotta go, dude,” he announced, ending the call and scrambling to pull on his clothes. “See you around,” he mumbled, exiting my room, the door slamming in his wake.

I saw the newlyweds again by the pool that afternoon, drinks in hand as they soaked up the sun in lounge chairs. They presented a quintessential portrait of young, married love.

I tried to make eye contact with the groom, a furtive acknowledgment of the carnal bond we had shared, his warm load still swimming in my bowels. But he refused to look my way. Asshole.

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“I never went to bed,” Chase replied in a long exhale of smoke before extinguishing his cigarette on the rail, tossing out the butt into the sun-kissed breakers. “He fucked me six times last night. He finally just passed out asleep.”

“Yeah—I know,” I admitted. “I heard you two at it all night long.”

“And that’s not weird for you?” he inquired, an eyebrow raised. “You’re, like, how old?”

“Twenty,” I answered flatly. 

“So am I,” Chase noted. “And it’s not weird for you that your father has a fuck toy who’s the same age as you?”

“You’re not a fuck toy—you’re his boyfriend,” I protested. “My dad loves you.”

“Your dad loves fucking my ass,” he retorted. “That’s about all he loves about me.”

I couldn’t argue with that, and so I remained silent as Chase continued to stare off into the sunrise contemplatively. I finally decided to go inside and make us some coffee when he stopped me. 

“How many guys?” Chase wanted to know. 

“What?” I replied evasively.

“How many boyfriends like me?” he demanded. “How many fuck toys has there been since your dad divorced your mom?” 

“I dunno,” I shrugged. “I don’t keep count.”

“Bullshit,” he scoffed. “Tell me how many guys that he’s used—like me.”

“Ten—maybe twelve,” I admitted. 

“Jesus,” he ran his fingers through his hair. “And they were all like me? Young guys on the street—needing a meal, a warm bed—willing to do anything for it?”

“Pretty much,” I affirmed. 

“So I’m just an easy cumdump?” Chase spat. “I’m just a piece of trash that he’ll toss back on the street as soon as he’s bored with me?” 

“No—you’re different from the others,” I tried to argue. “He loves you. I can tell.”

“He loves me enough to pimp my ass out to three of his buddies the other night?” Chase demanded. “Is that love?”

I didn’t answer, because I knew Chase was right. My dad was using him, just like all the other guys. But unlike the others, I really liked Chase. He would eventually leave my dad by choice or by force, that much was certain. But I didn’t want Chase to leave me.

“Can I ask you something?” Chase broke the silence once more. “How come you didn’t fuck me yesterday? Your dad wanted to watch us, he wanted a show, and he got really pissed when you refused to cuckold him. Why didn’t you want to fuck me?”

“I dunno,” I shrugged sheepishly. “It felt fucked up, I guess. It felt wrong.”

“What about the others?” Chase wanted to know. “Did he want you to fuck them, too?”

“Yeah,” I affirmed.

“And did you—did you fuck those guys?” he questioned. 

“Yes,” I admitted, ashamed. “Dad gets off on being cucked—on fucking his boyfriend with another man’s load all up in there, especially when it’s my load.”

“Then why didn’t you fuck me?” Chase demanded. “Why did you refuse, knowing it would piss off your father?”

“Because—because I like you,” I confessed. 

“Maybe I like you, too,” he responded softly, moving toward me, his hand on my shoulder. He then pulled me into an embrace, our lips meeting, fireworks erupting between us. 

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long,” I admitted as our lips parted. 

“I’ve wanted that, too—and more,” Chase began to pull me into the house. 

“Are—are you sure about this?” I hesitated. “I’ve never fucked any of my dad’s boyfriends behind his back, without him watching. He’ll get really pissed at us.”

“I don’t give a shit about your dad anymore,” Chase whispered as we entered the house, steering us toward my room. “Plus, he’s passed out stone cold. He won’t be up for hours.”

We stripped down frantically within the confines of my room. Chase reclined upon my bed, opening his legs for me. His hole looked puffy and raw, beaten to a pulp by my dad’s marathon abuse just hours earlier. 

“You sure you want to be fucked again so soon?” I tried to give him an out. “We can do other stuff. I just want to be with you.”

“I need you to fuck me,” Chase pleaded. “I need you inside me, loving me. I need you to fuck the pain away.”

Of course, that was the answer that I hoped to hear. I wanted desperately to be inside him, to make our bodies one, to show Chase how beautiful fucking can be with someone you love. 

“Fuck,” Chase winced as I pushed into him, his legs wrapping instinctively around my ass. 

“You sure you’re good?” I held still for a moment. “I can stop.”

“Don’t stop,” he pleaded. “You’re just a lot bigger than your dad. It surprised me.”

“I’m full of surprises,” I winked, thrusting deep, his eyes rolling back into his head. 

“Kiss me,” he begged, pulling my face to his, our lips meeting. There was fireworks once more, our tongues probing as my big cock probed his depths. “Fuck me with that big dick,” he beseeched, his pelvis rocking, meeting my rhythm. “Fuck me with that big—fucking—dick.”

I raised myself into a plank above Chase, drilling his ass hard. My big cock was like a plunger in his depths, the remnants of my father’s multiple loads escaping with each back thrust, dripping down the back of Chase’s ass. 

“Yeah, fuck your dad’s cum out of me,” Chase ordered. “I want only your seed in me after you’re through breeding me.”

All the talk of breeding and seed was getting me there—fast. I was biting my lip, trying to hold back my nut. Chase could sense my imminent release, my cock swelling in his bowels. He brought his hands to my face, pulling me to his lips once more. Our tongues danced as my cock began to throb in his depths. 

“FUCK,” I gasped, our lips parting as my dick detonated deep in his fuck canal, a torrent of cum flooding his ravaged guts. 

“Mmm yeah, breed me,” Chase moaned, locking his legs around my ass tightly, my seed spewing in his depths. “Make me yours.”

With my balls emtied, my desire satiated, I collapsed upon Chase, our sweaty bodies melded as one. He softly stroked my back as my dick went slowly soft inside of him. I could feel his heart beating against my body, our chests rising and falling in unison as our breathing returned to normal. 

“Why do you still live with your dad?” Chase asked as I finally pulled out of him, my pearly load gushing from his gaping hole. “You’re a grown man.”

“He’s my dad,” I shrugged defeatedly, rolling over next to Chase on the bed, my spent cock flopping against my thigh. “What choice do I have?”

“You always have a choice,” he stated, his hand caressing my cheek. “Your dad is a fucking monster. He treats you like dirt—like you’re his personal servant. You need to get away from him or, before you know it, he’s going to be forcing himself on you next.”

“Dad would never—” I started to protest feebly, but I knew that Chase was right. All my dad needed was a hole to fuck. He wouldn’t care if that hole was mine. 

“But what about you?” I reversed the questioning. “Why don’t you get away from my dad?”

“I am getting away,” Chase declared. 

“You know The Pelican’s Nest—that restaurant on the other side of the bay? I start waiting tables there tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” I gasped. “But where are you gonna live?”

“There’s a small apartment above the restaurant,” Chase explained. “The owner is letting me rent it from him. It’s a shit hole, but it’ll be mine. And maybe I can save up enough money to take some classes at the community college over in Seabrook.”

“That sounds amazing,” I feigned happiness for him. “But I wish you didn’t have to go. I don’t want to be here—with Dad—without you.”

“You silly fool—you’re coming with me,” Chase insisted, throwing his arms around me, our lips meeting briefly. “But before we go, I want you to fuck my ass again—this time while your dad watches us,” Chase qualified. “I want that sick fuck to be haunted by that image forever, once we’ve left him all alone.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes—but I want a BMW now—an X5.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Christ, you’re tight,” I marveled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“You’re hard as a rock,” the nude model straddling me observed, my big cock pressed firmly against his tight hole. “Slide it in me,” he taunted. “Who cares if you’re straight? A hole is a hole.”

It was just before midnight on a Friday when he knocked at my door. I knew instantly who he wanted—and what he wanted.

“Is Bella home?” he slurred, beer on his breath, his engorged cock bulging through his jeans. “She’s not answering my texts.”

“Bella’s at the lake this weekend with some friends,” I reported. “Cell service is spotty up there.”

Although I didn’t know his name, I easily recognized him as one of the many guys who fucked my roommate Bella on a regular basis. The slutty bitch had more friends-with-benefits than I could count. The horny guys would show up to our apartment near campus at all hours of the day and night, Bella leading each guy back to her room and spreading her legs for him.

I couldn’t judge Bella too harshly because, to be honest, I was kind of a slut myself. Yet I was jealous of the bitch, who scored way more cock than me. And I had to admit it was hot as fuck to eavesdrop on her frequent fuckfests—guys pounding her pussy and grunting their loads into her always-available cunt.

Thus, I felt a little bad for the hot, horny guy standing in my doorway. He just needed to drop a load and, sadly, Bella was not around to give her cunt to him—but I was.

“When’s she getting back?” the hot stud persisted, adjusting his package.

“Not until Sunday night.”

“Fuck,” he lamented. “She got any friends?”

“Friends?” I parroted incredulously. “What do you mean?”

“You know—other bitches. Easy bitches.”

“An easy bitch you could fuck?” I taunted.

“Yeah. I need some snatch, bro.”

“You can fuck my snatch,” I offered brazenly, locking eyes with him. “I’m an easy bitch.”

“The fuck?!” he spat.

“You heard me,” I persisted. “I’ve got a tight cunt—tighter than Bella’s.”

“Dude. I might be hard up for some pussy,” he laughed, “but I’m not that hard up. I ain’t gonna stick my dick in you.”

“Your loss, bro,” I began to say as he turned and left, muttering something about dirty faggots under his breath.

At least I tried, I told myself. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I scrolled Grindr for the next hour but, when nothing turned up, I threw in the towel and went to bed.

It was barely 7 am when an urgent knock sounded at the door. I thought maybe something happened to Bella, that she was home early and didn’t have her key. I sprang out of bed, shocked to find the hot stud at my door again.

He looked like shit, as if he’d been up all night. And from the looks of the bulge at his crotch, the dude had yet to lose his load.

“Bella’s still not here,” I began, annoyed that the fucker had woken me up.

“I know that,” he barked, pushing his way inside. “I need to fuck, bro. And right now, your hole is the only option I’ve got.”

Any port in a storm, I wanted to say. “Right this way, dude,” I replied instead, leading him to my room quickly before he could sober up and change his mind.

Before I could suggest it, he had already stripped out of his clothes, his thick nine-incher rock hard and leaking precum. Slipping out of my briefs, I quickly prepped my hole with the ever-present bottle of lube on my bed table.

“You want me to suck you some before—?”

“No,” he spat. “Just fuckin’ bend over.”

Obediently, I bent over the bed, my hands gripping the mattress and, before I could count to three—the hung fucker was balls deep in me.

“FUCK,” I cried out, my hole ripped in two as he went from zero to sixty in three seconds, pummeling my ass at a breakneck pace.

I could have told him to slow up—to allow me to adjust to his massive girth—but there was no point. I had been fucked by enough horny straight guys to know that my comfort and pleasure was of no importance. My hole was no different than a pocket pussy to him, an inanimate object that’s only purpose was to drain his balls.

And so I gave into him, enjoying the ride as he battered my hole relentlessly. Despite lacking the finesse of an experienced top, his big dick felt incredible inside of me.

The unjust truth about hung guys is that they really don’t need to have much technique to get by, relying instead on the sheer size of their endowment to deliver a phenomenal ride. And this stud was definitely delivering—getting my prostate with each thrust, causing my cock to become rock hard as he assaulted my hole.

“Shit, you’ve got a big dick,” I smiled gleefully, stroking my cock in synch with his deep thrusts. “You feel so fucking good inside me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped, driving me harder. “I don’t need to hear your fucking voice.”

Message received. Dutifully, I kept quiet, continuing to stroke myself as he railed my ass mercilessly. Jesus, he was a fuck machine. His stamina was impressive, his balls slapping my ass over and over as he jackhammered my eager cunt.

I was feeling good—really good—stroking myself blissfully with his big dick up my ass. And soon, before I could do anything to stop it, I needed to cum. My balls tightening, pressure building in my shaft, I stroked myself faster and faster until I was spewing my load onto the bed.

With each shot of cum, my sphincter contracted simultaneously and gripped the hung stud’s cock, effectively jacking him off inside me. The experience is orgasm inducing for most tops, and this guy proved to be no exception.

“Fuck, bro,” he announced urgently. “I’m gonna bust.”

“Yeah, dude, fuckin’ shoot that load in me,” I begged, breaking my imposed silence. “Fucking breed my cunt.”

Instantly, I could feel his cock swelling inside me, the orgasmic pressure mounting inside him. He delivered one last thrust deep into my bowels before detonation, his body convulsing, an intense pulsation within me.

“FUCK,” he grunted, his cock throbbing, ejecting shot after shot of his warm load into my depths.

“Mmm, yeah. Fucking seed me,” I moaned, reveling in the intoxicating sensation of being bred by a hung stud.

With his balls emptied, he pulled out of me abruptly, leaving a cavernous void in his wake. Instantly, I felt his warm load escaping from my gaping hole, streaming down the back of my leg.

Wordlessly, he got dressed, stuffing his wet cock into his jeans. Not a word of thanks. No gratitude offered. But I knew not to be offended.

An unfortunate truth is that once a straight guy has used you for his pleasure and dumped his load in your available hole, you are nothing to him. The sight of you disgusts him. The reality of what he just did with you sickens him. In his mind, you cease to exist.

But I wasn’t a hapless victim in the exchange. Though I knew I’d never get the hung stud’s cock again, for repeats rarely happen with straight guys, I still got what I wanted—his big dick and his warm load up my ass, even if it was just a one-time ride.

Bella returned from the lake on Sunday night, full of reports of her weekend debauchery. Getting tagged by four guys in her tent. A threesome with a set of hot twins. And getting dicked-down in the woods by her best friend’s hung boyfriend while her friend was passed out drunk. Sluts be sluts.

I held my tongue regarding my own weekend debauchery with the hung stud, knowing that Bella can be territorial about the guys she fucks. After polishing off a bottle of wine over her sordid tales, we were each about ready to call it a night when a knock sounded at the door. Bella bounded to the door to answer it.

“Tristan,” she cooed, greeting the hung stud who had railed my ass in her absence. “You should have texted. I was just going to bed, but since you’re here—”

“I’m not here to fuck you,” Tristan pushed her aside as he moved towards me. “I’m here to fuck him.”