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“Jesus Christ,” I scoffed. “Dad walked in on me jacking off to porn. I’m eighteen years old. What’s the big, fuckin’ deal?”

“It was gay porn,” Brett countered. “It’s totally okay with us if you’re gay, Ricky. We don’t want you to feel you have to hide that from us. So—uh—do you think you could be gay?”

“I—I’m not sure,” I stammered. “I’ve never been with a guy. I’m still a virgin.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin at your age, Ricky,” Brett stated, sensing my embarrassment. “A lot of guys don’t have sex until—”

“You were fifteen,” I cut him off. “I walked in on you fucking that older girl from the swim club.”

“Misty Parker,” he recalled fondly, adjusting his package. “All the lifeguards—we called her the cherry popper because she—”

“Yeah, I get it,” I interrupted my brother’s trip down memory lane. “You all lost your v-cards to her.”

“If that’s what you want—some easy bitch to pop your cherry—I can hook you up with any number of slutty girls that I know,” Brett offered. 

“I don’t want a slutty girl,” I refused. “What I want is a slutty guy, but I doubt you can help me with that.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Brett gave a twisted smile before pulling off his shirt, tossing it on the floor, his hairy chest driving me wild.

“What—what the fuck is happening?” my voice quavered. In shock, I watched as Brett began to hike down his shorts, kicking them off. A massive cock, thick and veiny, reached outward from his hairy thighs. “Are you also gay?” I asked hopefully. 

“I don’t believe in labels, Ricky,” my brother declared. “I like sex in all forms. You recall Misty’s brother Dylan, who lifeguarded with me that summer?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, remembering that Dylan was hot as fuck. 

“Well, Dylan liked taking my big dick just as much as his slutty sister,” Brett laughed, giving his hard cock a playful tug. “Maybe even more than her.”

“You—you fuck guys?” I asked, astonished. 

“Sometimes, when I’m in the mood,” my brother reached for me, pulling me towards him. “And I’m in the mood to fuck you, if you want me to pop that cherry for you.”

“Th—th—that sounds good,” I stuttered in disbelief, my wettest dreams suddenly becoming true. 

“How about we take this to my bedroom, Ricky?” Brett asked, standing up, his hard cock stretched perpendicularly from his body as he grabbed me by the hand and led me to his room. “I think we’ll be more comfortable on my bed.”

“You want me doggy?” I asked moments later, stripping down in Brett’s room and climbing upon his bed. 

“Nah, roll over on your back,” my brother directed, climbing between my legs, pushing my knees to my chest. “I want to taste that cunt, get you good and open for me.”

His tongue was suddenly at my hole, lapping at my knotted sphincter. “Jesus, that feels good,” I moaned, running my fingers through his thick head of hair as Brett ate me out. I started to relax, my nerves melting away as his probing tongue opened me up. 

Soon, Brett inserted a finger, followed by another. Deftly, he stretched my orifice, readying it for his big dick. “Fuck me,” I begged, unable to endure the wait any longer. “Fuck me with that big dick.”

Sitting back on his haunches, gripping his big dick in his fist, Brett’s rounded cock head, engorged and dripping precum, made first contact with my wet hole. The initial pressure was a mix of pleasure and pain as my brother initiated penetration. 

“This is gonna hurt,” Brett warned, working inside of me before giving a deep thrust.

“FUCK,” I winced, a flash of pain jolting my body.

“There we go, Ricky,” he looked down at his cock buried inside me. “I just popped your cherry.”

It felt more like my brother had rearranged my insides, his big dick testing the limits of my sphincter, his thick rod pushing against the walls of my bowels. It felt like his entire arm was inside of me, not just his cock.

“You’re so fucking big,” I marveled, my hands gripping his forearms, my sphincter clenching around the base of his cock. “It—it hurts to bad.”

“Just relax, Ricky,” Brett directed calmly, holding still within me. “You just gotta adjust to it, then it will start to feel good.”

I took some deep breaths, willing myself to relax as my brother initiated a series of slow, steady strokes inside me. I had to admit that Brett was right—his big was indeed starting to feel good. Incredibly good.

“Damn, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” he exhaled, shoving deeper into me, his balls mashed against my hole. “And you’re so fucking tight. I’m gonna have to work hard to not bust my nut so fast inside this tight hole.”

I wrapped my legs around my brother’s meaty ass while he began to rock his pelvis, increasing his pace. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Fucking wreck my virgin hole.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” Brett winked, his meaty hands pushing my knees into my chest, his big cock pounding me harder. The headboard began to hit the wall, the bed springs straining beneath us. Brett’s full weight was upon me, his big cock battering my bowels, routing my virgin depths. 

“You’re so deep,” I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head, my toes curling. He was jackhammering me hard, pummeling the living shit out of my quivering cunt. Sweat was dripping down his hairy chest, his face flush with exertion.

“I’m already getting close,” Brett announced urgently, his cock swelling inside of me. “You want my cum? You want me to shoot this load up your virgin ass?”

“Breed me,” I begged, my hands planted against his hairy chest, attempting to brace myself against his assault, his impending detonation. “Make me yours,” I pleaded.

“FUCK,” he bellowed with a deep thrust that shoved my head into the headboard, his body convulsing. “FUCK—FUCK—FUCK,” my brother continued to grunt, his cock throbbing in my depths, expelling his seed into my virgin void. 

With his balls emptied, Brett collapsed upon me, his sweaty, hairy body pressed into mine. I reveled in the fullness inside of me—his big cock, his seed. But the moment was brief, my brother quickly withdrawing from me. A gaping hole was left in his wake, his pearly load dripping onto the bedsheet. 

“I’m gonna go hit the gym, Ricky,” my brother announced, pulling on a pair of shorts over his wet cock. “You’re welcome to crash in my bed for as long as you want. Your hole might be a bit sore for awhile,” he laughed. “But you’ll feel better in a day or two.”

A rolled over on my belly, balling up a pillow under me. Brett’s scent was all over his sheets, stirring my desire for him again. I quickly fell into a deep sleep, our shared DNA swimming in my bowels.

I awoke hours later, a pair of thick fingers probing my used hole, testing the elasticity of my no-longer virgin cunt. Brett was ready to fuck me again, I assumed. But I was wrong. 

“Your brother wasn’t kidding—you’re tight as fuck,” Dad’s voice was suddenly at my ear, his after-work scotch upon his warm breath. “You want some more dick, son?” Dad asked, his hairy body suddenly on top of me, his fat cock head pushing against my wet hole. “You want another load up your ass, boy?”

“Yes,” I nodded as Dad thrusted into me, vigorously pounding my used ass, forcing Brent’s load out of me with each thrust. “Fuck my ass, Dad,” I begged, gripping the sheets. “Fuck my sloppy hole.”

It was the roof this time. A tree had fallen and done some damage. Mama got the tree removal guy to give us fifty percent off his bill by offering up her pussy to him. The hairy guy grunted his load into her cunt upstairs while his crew hauled off the downed tree. Now it was time to get the roof repaired. 

Mama fucked any guy she could for a discount—plumbers, electricians, AC repairmen, you name it. She would fuck the newspaper boy for a discount, if only he was legal. At just north of forty, Mama still had the vestiges of her former exotic dancer body.  But her big tits were starting to droop, her firm ass starting to sag. She knew her days of luring men to her bed were numbered. 

I knew Mama would like the beefy roofing contractor, the Nubian god, when I spied him from my bedroom window, stepping out of his truck. Mama never shied away from dark meat. Moreover, she was especially soft for a handsome man with a big dick. And from the bulge in the roofer’s pants, I could see he easily checked both boxes. Sure, he wore a wedding band, but that never deterred Mama.

I listened from the stairway as the roofer quoted mama a price to repair the damaged shingles. Mama launched into her well-rehearsed, single-mom sob story, ending with a plea to do anything—just anything—to get him to offer her a discount. 

Ten minutes later, the roofer was pounding Mama’s pussy in her bedroom upstairs.  I thought he was going to break the bed, Mama screaming at the top of her lungs, the headboard banging against the wall, the roofer grunting as he pummeled her pussy. It ended in a fabulous crescendo, Mama calling out the good Lord’s name over and over as the roofer dumped his load in her.

I heard him ask for a glass of water, his feet hitting the floorboards almost immediately after pulling out of her. Mama directed him down to the kitchen. To my delight, he was buck naked, texting on his phone, when I approached him.

“You texting your wife?” I asked, sneaking up on him from behind. 

“Jesus Christ,” he jumped, spinning around to face me, his big cock smacking audibly against his muscular thigh as he turned. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m Denny—Lola’s son,” I explained. “She’s the slutty bitch you just fucked upstairs.”

“I know who she is,” he smirked, his one hand trying feebly to cover his massive cock, still slicked with cum and pussy juice, while holding his cell phone in the other. “Why aren’t you in school, young man?” he asked.

“I graduated last year,” I informed him. “I just look young for my age.”

“Look—I just need me a drink of water,” he scanned the kitchen for a clean cup, “and then I’ll be out of here.”

“No need to rush off,” I assured him, grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it from the tap. Handing the water to him, he chugged quickly as I stared openly at his huge dick. “You’re welcome to stay and fuck my ass with that big cock.”

“The fuck?!” he spat, water spraying onto the kitchen floor. “I have no need for your skinny ass, boy. I get myself plenty of pussy.”

“Then your wife is a lucky woman.”

“I wasn’t talking about my wife,” he winked deviously before throwing back the last of the water.  

“She liked your big cock—my mama,” I reported. “I could tell by the way she was screaming. She doesn’t do that with every guy. Did you like her pussy?”

“Shit, boy,” he laughed. “Pussy is pussy. As they say, pussy is like pizza—even when it’s bad, it’s good.”

“You’d like my pussy,” I stated, staring brazenly at his big cock. “I’m super tight—much tighter than my mama.”

“I think we’re done here,” he rejected me, slamming the drinking glass down on the kitchen counter. “I’ve got an appointment across town that I’ve gotta get to.”

And then he went back upstairs to get dressed, his big cock swinging between his legs, mama passed out on her bed, his load swimming in her used cunt. He may have turned me down, but I wasn’t giving up that easily. 

Stripping off my clothes, I quickly prepped my hole with some Crisco from the kitchen. Just as I heard the roofer coming back down, his work boots upon the stairs, I positioned myself in the room closest to the front door.

Bent over the couch, my head resting on the back frame, my ass hanging off the edge of the seat cushions, I presented my available hole for his use. The roofer would have to pass me to get to the door. It was now or never. 

“You certainly are one determined mother fucker,” he laughed upon seeing me. “You’re not gonna let me out of this house without fucking you, right?”

“That’s the plan,” I turned back and winked, pulsing my sphincter, inviting him to defile me.

“Well, lucky for you, I’ve got another round in me,” he replied, unzipping, and unleashing that big black python. “Let’s see what you got.”

Grabbing me by the hips, he shoved into me with a violent thrust, my head hitting the wall behind the couch. It felt like a baseball bat had been shoved up my ass. He wasted no time, delivering long strokes in and out of me.

I gritted my teeth, trying to prove that I was capable of taking a dick that big. But in truth, the closest I had ever had was the dark-brown, 10-inch dildo that mama kept hidden in a shoebox under her bed. And that hunk of latex seemed small compared to this guy’s huge cock. 

“Boy, you don’t lie. This shit is tight,” he marveled, his cock pushing deeper in me, my sphincter stretching beyond its limit. “You like this big cock up your ass, boy?”

“Yes,” I winced, still trying to adjust to him.

“Yes—what?” he demanded, driving into my depths. “You best be calling me sir when this big anaconda is up your ass, you hear?”

“Yes, sir,” I complied. “I love your anaconda inside me, sir.”

“That’s more like it, bitch,” he slapped my ass, thrusting harder inside of me. “I’m ‘bout to destroy your cunt.”

And he did. Holy fucking Christ, he did.

“Fuck, you’ve got a sweet cunt on you, boy,” he exhaled, pounding me hard. “Had I known, I wouldn’t have wasted my load on your mama’s baggy pussy and would’ve just plowed your tight ass.”

Raising himself onto the balls of his feet, he angled deep in me. Jesus, it felt good. His huge cock head had breached my inner sphincter, my eyes rolling back into my head. With his hands moving to my shoulders, he began to pummel me at a rapid pace, his low-hangers slapping the back of my ass with each thrust. 

“You want my cum, bitch?” he demanded urgently. “You want me to shoot all up in this tight pussy?”

“Yes—I mean—yes, sir,” I begged. “Fucking breed me, sir.”

“Your ‘bout to get your wish,” he thrusted one last time before erupting inside me. “FUCK—FUCK,” he grunted, his big cock throbbing as rope after rope of his creamy seed went spewing into my bowels, warming me from within. 

“Damn, boy,” he exclaimed, pulling out of me abruptly. “That cunt is some damn good shit.”

“Thank you, sir,” I exhaled, trying to catch my breath, his pearly load escaping the cavernous hole he left behind, running down the edge of the couch cushion. 

“Tell your mama that my crew will be out tomorrow to fix your roof—half price, as we agreed,” he announced, stuffing his wet cock back into his pants and then zipping up. “As for you, I’ll be back in a day or two to dump another load in you. And boy—do me a favor and get some proper lube next time. That shit you used is greasy as fuck.”

I slid off the couch after the roofer left, pulling on my clothes and wobbling to the kitchen for a glass of water. Drinking from the same glass that he had used, I quenched my thirst. Mama appeared in the kitchen just as I placed the glass by the sink.

“Was it the roofer—that fine buck—who was fucking you down here just now, baby?” she asked, a threadbare silk kimono wrapped loosely around her voluptuous body, a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen.

“Yes, mama,” I admitted bashfully. “He fucked me real hard.”

“Yeah, I heard,” she replied, ice in her voice as she smoothed down her messy hair. “Well, in that case, I think it’s time we started offering up your slutty ass when we need a discount on repairs.”

Garrett and I were best buds all through high school, but had been apart for our first year of college. We had planned this road trip and a week at the beach to kick off our summer together again. And though nothing had changed between Garrett and me during our year apart, it was clear that he had changed in one significant way—his hairy chest. 

“I—I don’t understand,” I said, trying not to salivate over the furry forest that had sprouted upon my buddy’s chest and abdomen. “Your chest was as smooth as a baby’s butt a year ago.”

“I know,” he laughed, still holding up his shirt with one hand as he ran his fingers through his luscious body hair. “It was like someone dumped Miracle Grow on my chest about a month into college. Overnight, I was suddenly hairy. My dad said it was the same for him at my age.”

“That’s crazy,” I replied, attempting to resist the urge to give his man fur a thorough tongue bath. “You’re definitely as hairy as your dad now.”

“Dude—that’s why I need to find a pack of razors in this place,” Garrett finally lowered his shirt and began to scan the shelves of the convenience store. “I gotta shave it all off before we get to the beach. The bitches aren’t going to dig all this body hair.”

And then he started to walk towards the clerk at the front of the store, a burly man with a beard and hairy arms covered in tattoos. “Hey, dude—?” Garrett called out to the clerk. “Where do you keep the razors?”

“In the back, opposite the beer case,” the clerk replied, pointing. “They’re with the toiletries and first-aid shit.” 

“No—don’t,” I blurted out grabbing Garrett by the arm, forgetting myself. “Don’t shave off all that fur. It’s hot as fuck on you.”

“Wait—what? My body hair is hot as fuck to you?” Garrett cocked his head to one side, his face scrunched up in confusion. “Dude—why would you fucking say that?”

“Jesus,” I exhaled, unable to look my buddy in the eye. “I had planned to tell you when we got to the beach. I’m—well, you see—I’m—”

“Gay,” Garrett blurted out the word when it failed to cross my lips. “Yeah, bro. I know that you’re gay.”

“Wait—how did you know?” I demanded in shock. “I’ve only come out to a few of my new friends back at school. My family doesn’t even know yet.”

“Dude,” Garrett smiled broadly, putting a reassuring hand upon my shoulder. “I’ve known for a long time that you’re gay. You’ve never had any interest in girls or scoring pussy. And it’s pretty obvious that you’ve got a crush on me.”

“Christ,” I groaned, turning three shades of red. “Am I really that transparent?”

“Yeah,” Garrett laughed. “But I don’t mind. I guess I’ve always been a bit flattered that you’ve got a crush on me. It’s a good confidence boost when I’m not scoring with the bitches.”

“Look—I don’t want you to think that I’m gonna hit on you,” I tried to reassure my buddy. “I know that you’re, like, one-hundred percent straight. Now that I’m out to you, you have my word that I’m not gonna try to suck you off or whatever.”

“Why not offer to suck me off?” Garrett winked. “I might let you.”

“Wait—what?” I gasped, my mouth agape. “You—you’d seriously let me blow you?”

“Yeah, I mean, why the fuck not?” he smiled deviously. “They always say that guys give better head. Maybe you could prove it to me?”

“I’m game for that,” I agreed. “But they also say that ass is way better than pussy—tighter than any bitch’s cunt. I could prove that to you, too.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” asked Garrett, giving a nod to the men’s room in the back corner of the convenience store. “Show me what you’ve got.”

While the burly store clerk rang up a bunch of girls who looked two young to be buying cigarettes, Garrett and I snuck into the men’s room, latching the door behind us. The small bathroom was nasty and smelled like ass, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Drop your pants and lean over that sink there,” Garrett directed as he unzipped his jeans and, resting the band of his CK briefs beneath his balls, pulled out a thick eight-incher that was already rock hard.

“I gotta suck you first, get you wet,” I directed, dropping to my knees. “There’s no way I’m gonna get that big thing up my ass without some spit. You’re hung like fuck, bro.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” Garrett gloated as I took his big one down my throat and began to suck him. “HOLY FUCK,” he exclaimed a little too loudly. “Your throat is fucking incredible.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” I parodied, coming up for air briefly before returning his big cock to my throat, sucking him ravenously.

“Dude—slow up,” he cautioned. “You’re gonna make me nut before I can even get it up your ass.”

“We can’t have that,” I released him, the taste of his precum on my lips. “Let’s get that big cock in my tight cunt.”

Standing up, I unzipped and dropped my pants to my knees. Turning around, I bent forward over the sink, gripping the edge for stability as Garrett placed his hands at my hips. 

“Alright, bro. Just go ahead and—FUCK,” I yelped, his big dick suddenly impaling me with one, swift thrust. The pain was unreal, my sphincter on fire. “Dude—SLOW UP,” I begged. “SLOW UP.”

But Garrett ignored me, pounding the living shit out of my cunt at a breakneck pace. I should have known better. Straight guys always get a little over-eager the first time they try a dude’s ass—aggressively fucking in a way they would never dare with a bitch.

“Damn, bro,” I watched him exclaim in the mirror over the sink, staring down at his cock as he ravaged my hole. “This shit is fucking tight—way tighter than pussy. You weren’t kidding.”

“I told you,” I bragged, twerking on his big rod. My sphincter had relaxed, my cunt opening for him. He was pounding me hard, abusing my fuck canal in the best possible way. “Fuck me with that big dick,” I pleaded. “Fucking wreck my hole.”

“I’m doin’ my best,” Garrett replied, biting his lower lip. I could tell he was concentrating, trying to hold back his nut. 

“You feeling close?”

“Yeah, bro,” he replied through gritted teeth, his big dick battering my bowels, his balls smacking my ass with each thrust. “But I’m trying to hold back. I don’t wanna cum this fast.”

“Don’t worry about it, dude. You can fuck my ass all week when we get to the beach,” I reminded him. “Now dump that load in me whenever you’re ready.”

“You’re about to get it,” Garrett warned, his cock swelling inside me, his balls throbbing rhythmically. “OH FUCK, bro—Here it comes—FUCK—FUCK.”

I gripped my sphincter around the base of his cock, reveling in the forceful pulsing within my bowels as my buddy flooded my guts with a massive load. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt as his big dick spewed over and over within me, filling me with his seed. 

“Jesus, that was good,” Garrett exhaled, pulling out of me, his load dripping from my wrecked hole, streaming down the back of my leg. “When I woke up today, I never would have thought I’d end up fucking my best buddy in a men’s room.”

“Dude, we better hurry up and get the fuck out of here,” I advised, pulling up my pants as Garrett stuffed his spent cock back into his jeans. “We don’t want that clerk catching us,” I cautioned as Garrett undid the latch and opened the men’s room door. 

“Too late,” the burly clerk announced, leaning in the doorway, his hairy, inked arms crossed over his meaty pecs. “Sounded like you two boys had some fun in there.”

“It’s—uh—it’s not what you think,” Garrett began to stammer. “We were just—”

“Which one of you was taking dick in here?” the clerk interrupted, pushing himself into the men’s room with us.

“I—I was taking cock,” I stuttered, unable to deny it.

“We gotta make this fast, so drop them drawers and bend over that sink,” the burly clerk commanded me. He quickly unzipped his pants, pulling out a fat cock that was thicker than a beer can. “My wife is on the rag, and I’ve gotta five-day load in these balls for you, boy.”

The nightly fucks in the window started as soon as Todd and Bruce had moved into the house next to my parents and me. Their bedroom window aligned perfectly with my own, giving me a front row ticket to the hottest porn show in town. I didn’t dare tell my parents, as my dad didn’t hesitate to complain when a couple of faggots moved next door—his words, not mine.

I was transfixed the first time I watched the neighbors fucking, the two guys oblivious to my presence next door. Sure, I had fucked an impressive share of girls by that point in my life. But my sexual experiences paled in comparison to the raw, animalistic passion that I witnessed through Todd and Bruce’s window each night. I couldn’t look away, often jacking myself along with them. It wasn’t long before I got caught. 

“Did you enjoy the show last night, Carter?” Todd approached me one afternoon as I mowed the front lawn, my hairy chest flecked with grass clippings. “You know that I can see you through the window just as easily as you can see me.”

“I—I’m sorry,” I stammered, mortified that Todd had caught me spying on them. “I honestly didn’t mean to—”

“Bullshit,” Todd interrupted. “You could have looked away, Carter. Instead, you watched our every move, rubbing out your load to our fuckfest.”

“It—it won’t happen again,” I assured Todd. “I promise that I won’t watch you two fucking anymore.”

“Damn straight you won’t be watching us anymore,” Todd crossed his arms over his meaty chest. “Because tonight we’d like you to come join us.”

“Wait—? What—?”

“You heard me,” Todd laughed. “Sure, Bruce and I love being watched, but it would be a lot more fun for all involved if you came over and pounded your load into Bruce’s ass instead of a wad of Kleenex. Plus, I love to be cucked.”

“But, I’ve never—”

“Fucked a guy?” Todd finished my thought. “You’re eighteen now, Carter. You’re a full grown man,” he looked down at my bulging crotch. “It’s about time you learned to fuck like a grown man. I’ll leave our front door unlocked for you tonight. Feel free to drop by and drop a load once the party has started. You won’t regret it once you’re balls deep in Bruce’s tight ass.”

I spent the rest of the day in a state of internal flux, a battle raging in my brain. I wasn’t gay. I liked girls. I loved pussy. But the intoxicating temptation of gay sex was undeniable. Todd and Bruce had lured me into their trap, promising unbridled pleasures within their bed, and I was powerless to resist.  

The show that night began like clockwork, Bruce on all fours upon the bed, Todd railing his ass from behind. I watched from the window, waiting for my cue. And then Todd looked up at me through the window, his eyes beckoning me to join them. Game on. 

Before I could resist, before I could talk myself out of entering the enticing world of man-on-man sex, I sprinted next door. Their front door was unlocked, as Todd promised. I was soon climbing the stairs to their bedroom, the moans and grunts of animal passion growing louder with each step. I could smell sex in the air. 

“Breed my ass,” Bruce was moaning as I entered the room, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off the bedroom walls as Todd pummeled his hole. “Yeah—seed my ass with that big dick,” he pleaded. 

“You’re about to get it,” Todd replied, his hands digging into Bruce’s hips, his cock a piston inside his boyfriend’s bowels. “OH FUCK,” he barked, on the precipice of orgasm. “Here it comes—FUCK—SHIT.”

Todd threw back his head, his body convulsing as his cock discharged inside of Bruce. He held still, his breathing returning to normal as his balls reached empty. Suddenly aware of  my presence, Todd turned his face back to me, giving a wink as a lecherous smile spread across his face. 

“We’ve got a visitor,” Todd announced to Bruce, pulling out of his boyfriend, his pearly load dripping from that freshly-seeded hole. “Carter is here to fuck your ass.”

“Todd said you would come,” Bruce turned his face back towards me. “Drop them shorts, Carter,” he ordered. “I love getting railed by a young stud like you.”

Following orders, I pulled off my shorts, my thick, eight-incher rock hard and leaking precum. Todd climbed off the bed, giving me a clear path to Bruce’s eagerly awaiting cunt. 

“Just shove it in him,” Todd instructed as I climbed upon the bed, positioning myself behind Bruce. “I’ve got his cunt good and ready for you.”

“Fuuuuuck,” I exhaled, my big dick sliding effortlessly into the warmest, wettest hole that I had ever experienced. Pure bliss. 

“Damn, you’re thick for such a young guy,” Bruce marveled as he began to rock back and forth on my big one, fucking himself with my rod like a wall-mounted dildo. “Mmm, this big dick feels so good in my wet pussy,” he moaned as he twerked upon it. 

“Don’t let him do all the work, Carter,” Todd was suddenly in my ear, his hands on my shoulders like a coach giving me a pep talk before a match. “I want you to wreck his cunt—show him what you’ve got.”

Wanting to impress my hosts, I moved my hands to Bruce’s muscular shoulders. Digging into his flesh, I unleashed a brutal assault on his cunt. With rapid intensity, I pummeled his quivering cunt, showing no mercy. Never before had I fucked with such savage fervor. And to my delight, Bruce wasn’t just taking it like a man, he was fucking loving it. 

“Yeah—fuck me with that big dick,” he begged, dropping his upper body into the mattress, thereby raising his ass. I slid deeper into Bruce, my big cock battering his inner-sphincter. “You’re getting me so good,” he moaned. 

“Make him cum, Carter,” Todd was behind me once more, his breath hot at my ear. “Get that bitch to cum with you.”

Following orders, I tapped into my inner-strength and proceeded to jackhammer the living shit out of Bruce. I was pulverizing his cunt, my big cock a battering ram in his bowels. And then I felt it—his sphincter clamping around the base of my shaft, his fuck canal pulsing around my cock. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Bruce warned, suddenly pushing himself upwards on his muscular arms, his untouched cock spraying the bed with his thick load. 

“Yeah, baby,” Todd cheered from the sidelines. “Shoot your load with that hung boy’s dick up your ass. Fucking let it all out.”

I could feel every wave of Bruce’s orgasm from within, his body rhythmically gripping my cock, effectively jerking me off inside his fuck canal. There was no holding back. I needed to bust.

“FUCK,” I barked urgently, cum rising in my swelling shaft. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—HOLY FUCK—SHIT—Yeah, take my fuckin’ nut—FUCK.”

“That’s it—breed his ass,” Todd was in my ear again, massaging my shoulders as I dumped my load into his slutty boyfriend, my cum spewing into Bruce’s sloppy void. “Fucking cream his cunt, Carter.”

Drained of energy, my balls depleted, I collapsed upon Bruce, our sweaty bodies crashing into the mattress. I could have fallen asleep like that, my cock still buried in that warm hole, but Todd had other plans. 

“Move over, Carter,” Todd pushed me off Bruce, my spent cock popping out of that cummy hole with a wet thwack. I rolled over onto the bed and watched as Todd mounted Bruce once more. 

For the next two hours, Todd and I took turns at Bruce’s cunt, dumping load after load into that greedy hole. The event was not just my first time having gay sex—it was the best sex that I had ever had, thanks to my neighbors Todd and Bruce. 

I eventually returned home in the wee hours of the morning. Climbing the stairs to my bedroom on weak legs, I eagerly awaited the bliss of a deep, post-coital slumber. Instead, I found my dad sitting upon my bed with a tumbler of scotch in his hand. Fuck. 

“You gonna tell me where you’ve been all night, Carter?” Dad demanded with boozy breath. “Your mother thought she heard a noise and, when I came to investigate, you weren’t in your bed.”

“I—I couldn’t sleep,” I lied. “So, I went for a walk.”

“A walk to the house next door?” Dad gestured to Todd and Bruce’s window, the ice clinking in his glass. “Yeah, I saw you through the window with those two guys—those faggots.”

“Dad—don’t be mad,” I began, my voice panicked. “It’s really not what you think. I’m not actually—”

“Was it any good?” Dad cut me off. “That gay guy’s ass—was it any good? Was it better than pussy?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “It was way better than pussy.”

“Fair enough,” Dad stood up and downed the remainder of his scotch. “You think you’ll go back there tomorrow night, Carter? Fuck that guy’s ass again?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “Todd and Bruce said I’m welcome to come back as often as I want.”

“Good,” Dad placed his strong hand upon my shoulder. “Just be sure to bring me along next time. I’d like to fuck the shit outta that cock slut with you. It’s not like my big cock is getting any action from your frigid mother.”