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“Yeah,” he shrugged sheepishly, placing the beer bottle on the side of the tub. “Your dad said I can crash with you guys until she takes me back.”

“Fuck. What happened this time?” I asked.

“I dunno,” he demurred. “She thinks I drink too much. We got in a big fight about it.”

“Wait a minute—are you drinking my beer?” I accused.

“Yeah, sorry,” he apologized feebly, taking another sip. “Your dad said to help myself. I’ll pay you back.”

“It’s fine. Forget about it,” I dismissed. 

“You bunking in my room or the living room couch?”

“I was hoping your room. I’ve got a five-day load in these balls,” he announced, widening his legs to give me a peek at his thick eight-incher and his hairy balls, buoyed by the warm bath water.

“Okay. Finish your bath,” I directed. “I’ll be ass up on the bed, the way you like me.”

“Thanks, boy,” he smiled. “You’ve always been my favorite nephew.”

“Yeah, no shit,” I laughed as I retreated to my room and began to strip down naked. “You just like fuckin’ my ass.”

A few years earlier, Randy had taken me fishing on my eighteenth birthday. And though we didn’t catch a single fish that momentous day, we did return home with three of his loads up my ass. Thus, it was no mystery as to why I was his favorite nephew. 

“You ready for me?” he called out from the bathroom. 

“Yeah,” I shouted back, slathering my hole with lube before bending over the edge of the bed. “Ready when you are.”

I could hear Randy standing up in the bathtub, the water sluicing off his muscular body. One foot, and then the other, hit the tile floor. He didn’t even bother with a towel, his hairy body dripping water as he entered my bedroom. 

“Fuck yeah,” he growled lowly at the sight of me. “That tight cunt is just what I need right now.”

I looked back over my shoulder as Randy gripped his big dick in his fist, aiming for my available hole. I could feel the rounded tip of his cock as he initiated penetration and then—BAM—my uncle was inside me. 

“FUCK,” I yelped at the sudden assault to my bowels. Though I had bent over for his big cock more times than I could count, his massive girth always took me by surprise. “Christ, you’re hung,” I winced, trying to adjust. 

“You know you love it,” Randy slapped me upon the ass with his open palm before grabbing me by the hips and unleashing a fury on my ass. 

When it came to fucking, my uncle was not the slow-and-steady type. Randy liked to fuck like a jackrabbit, pummeling my hole at a violent pace. I fucking loved it. 

“You get any dick lately?” he asked, pounding me voraciously. 

“Yeah,” I replied, gripping the bedsheet. “I went down to that truck stop yesterday—the one out past Route 84.”

“Yeah? You take some trucker cock,” Randy asked, his cock growing even more rigid in me at the thought of my debauchery. 

“Sure did,” I nodded, my quivering cunt straining from his assault, his balls smacking up against my ass rhythmically. “This one trucker snuck me into the open showers and six guys took turns dumping their loads in me.”

“Christ, that’s hot,” Randy slapped my ass again. “You need to take me down there with you next time.”

The thought of breeding my hole with a bunch of über-masculine guys like him was too much for Randy. I could feel his cock swelling inside of me, his balls beginning to throb. I knew he was about to bust. 

“Fuck, boy—here it comes,” he barked urgently. “OH FUCK—OH SHIT.”

A blast of cum ejected into my fuck canal, Randy’s cock pulsing repeatedly as his load flooded my guts. “Yeah, boy. Take my fuckin’ load,” he growled, his balls giving up the last of his seed. 

“Uncle Randy?” I asked as he pulled out of me, his thick load dripping from my gaping hole. “Do you pick fights with Aunt Margy on purpose—just so you can crash here, drink beer, and fuck my ass for a few days?”

“No shit, Sherlock,” he laughed, cleaning off his wet cock with my bedsheet. “Now go grab me another beer, and then get your ass back on this bed for me. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.”

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

“Did—did we fuck last night?” I gasped, my brain trying to comprehend what was happening while still in the throes of a raging hangover. 

“Hell yeah, we fucked last night,” he smiled, rolling on top of me, kissing my neck, his beard scratching my skin. “And the sex was fucking amazing.”

“Christ,” I groaned. “I let you put your dick in me?”

“No, Trevor,” he laughed, kissing down my treasure trail, his beard tickling my belly. “You put your dick in me—and busted two big loads up my ass.”

“But—but Mr. Anderson,” I protested. “I’m not gay—I fuck girls.”

“First, call me Rick,” he insisted. “There’s no need for formalities when you’ve had your dick inside me. And second, you might not be gay—but maybe you should tell that to your rock-hard cock?”

At that moment, Rick took my raging boner into his mouth and began to suck me. Instantly, he was deep throating me, my eight-incher sliding past his tonsils, my balls mashed against his chin. 

“How—how did this happen?” I questioned, fighting the urge to push Rick off me while simultaneously enjoying the best damn head of my life. “The last thing I remember, Dylan and I were tossing back tequila with a couple of hot bitches at Coyote Jake’s,” I recalled. “Oh Christ, does Dylan know that I fucked his own father?”

“Calm down, Trevor,” Rick insisted, releasing my cock from his throat. “Dylan doesn’t know a thing. He’s still sleeping like the dead in his room. You two Ubered here shit-faced drunk at 2 am. I practically carried your wasted asses to Dylan’s room, where you both passed out cold.”

“But how did I end up in here—fucking you?” I demanded. 

“I’m getting to that,” Rick sat up, gripping my hard cock in his fist, pumping it as he spoke. “At some point in the night you stumbled naked into my room, mumbling something about needing to smash some pussy.”

“I—I don’t remember that.”

“No shit,” Rick laughed, straddling my body, still stroking my cock. “You stumbled in here, grabbed that lube there on my bed table, greased up your cock, climbed on top of me in bed, and then shoved your big dick up my ass.”

And at that moment, upon explaining how I had ended up in his bed, Rick sat upon my big cock, taking me into his depths once more. Immediately, I was balls deep in the warmest, tightest hole imaginable.

“Fuuuuuck,” I exhaled, my head tipping back in ecstasy. “You’ve got a sweet cunt.”

“That’s exactly what you said last night when you shoved that big dick into me,” Rick laughed as he began to ride me, his hands upon my chest, his tight sphincter gliding up and down my rigid pole. 

“Yeah, ride this big dick,” I exclaimed, casting off my inhibitions, embracing the act of fucking a dude. Rick’s tight hole was fucking amazing—far better than any pussy I ever had. I might as well enjoy it, I told myself. 

“Fuck, I love riding a hung, young stud like you,” Rick bellowed, his pelvis gyrating atop me, his fuck canal gripping my cock from within. 

“I—I didn’t know that you’re gay,” I admitted, getting my hips into the action, syncing my rhythm with his. 

“After I divorced Dylan’s mom,” Rick began, my cock a piston in his hole. “I topped a few gay dudes, just needing to get my rocks off. But then this one guy convinced me to flip fuck with him and, after experiencing the sheer bliss of a big dick up my ass, there was no turning back.”

“But, don’t you feel like less of a man now?” I suggested. “You know, taking dick from guys?”

“Only a real man can take a cock up his ass,” Rick answered, his muscular, hairy body working my big dick, supporting himself on his powerful thighs. “I never feel more manly then when I’ve got a big cock inside me.”

I had to admit that it was hot watching this hunk of a man as he took charge of my cock, writhing upon it, inching me closer and closer to orgasm. Bitches always tired quickly when trying to ride my big one, but not Rick. He was riding me like a champ, an expert jockey upon a thoroughbred. 

“Fuck, l want your cum,” Rick threw back his head, sweat dripping down his hairy chest as he increased his pace, riding me harder. His thighs slapped heavily against mine with each downbeat, my balls smacking his ass in return. “Breed me,” he begged. 

“You’re about to get it,” I warned, biting my lip, trying to hold back my load. His talented hole was just too good, his expert moves coaxing my balls to give up their seed. “I’m getting close,” I exclaimed, the cum rising in my swelling shaft. 

“Seed me,” he demanded, bucking hard on my engorged cock, my balls beginning to throb. “Shoot that load up my ass.”

“FUCK,” I growled, my cock detonating in his depths, my body convulsing beneath him. “FUCK—FUCK,” I continued to grunt loudly, my load spewing rhythmically, spraying the walls of his fuck canal with my warm seed. 

“That’s it, baby,” Rick encouraged, holding still upon me, reveling in the feeling of my pulsing cock in his depths. “Empty those balls in me.” Slowly, my orgasm ebbed, my balls satiated. 

“Fuck, that was good,” I exhaled as Rick dismounted me, my spent cock flopping audibly against my thigh, my pearly load gushing from his gaping hole. “You’ve got an incredible cunt,” I praised him. “We need to do this again—soon.”

But before Rick could respond, a figure appeared in the doorway. It was my buddy Dylan, leaning against the door jamb with his arms crossed over his hairy chest. He was in his boxer briefs, a look of disgust upon his face. 

“Dylan,” I gasped, trying to cover my cum-slicked cock with my hands. “Don’t be mad, dude. It’s—it’s not what you think.”

“Jesus Christ, Dad,” Dylan reprimanded his father, ignoring me. “Why do you always give up your ass to all of my buddies? It’s really fucked up.”

“Don’t be jealous, Dylan,” Rick pushed himself upwards and onto all fours upon the bed, presenting his available ass to my buddy. “You know that I’ll always let you dump a load in me, anytime you want, son.”

I watched transfixed as Dylan pulled down the front of his briefs, resting the waistband beneath his heavy balls. His thick, eight-incher was raging hard, a drop of precum forming at the tip. Dylan quickly stepped up to the plate, grabbing his dad by the hips as he prepared to mount him. 

“Jesus, Trevor,” Dylan exclaimed, turning his face to me as he pushed balls deep into his father. “You dumped a big fucking load in my dad’s ass. It’s wet as fuck all up in here.”

“You gonna give me some more cum, son?” Rick asked, twerking his used ass upon his son’s thick rod. “Shoot a big load in me?”

“You know it, Dad,” Dylan slapped Rick’s ass before digging into his shoulders, pounding him hard. I delighted in watching my buddy railing his own father as I slowly stroked my big dick, patiently awaiting my turn to pound another load into the slutty DILF.

Dax Brecker had been the hottest guy at my high school. He was also the most popular guy in school. Star quarterback. Student body president. Mandy, his hot-as-fuck girlfriend, was the head cheerleader. And, thanks to having PE with Dax my sophomore year, I knew he had a massive cock. It was like an arm hanging between his legs.

“What the fuck are you lookin’ at, faggot?” he barked at me one day at our gym lockers as he toweled off after showering, his huge cock swinging between his muscular thighs. He had caught me ogling his giant member.

“Uh—nothing,” I stammered, petrified.

“Cut the bullshit,” Dax growled, picking me up by the front of my shirt and slamming me into my locker. “If I ever catch you looking at my cock again, faggot—I’m gonna fuckin’ kick your ass. Got it?” He then dropped me onto the floor as the rest of the guys in the locker room snickered.

I did my best to avoid the wrath of Dax after that, choosing a locker far from his. But I’d see him around school and he’d always whisper faggot under his breath as he passed by me. And if I dared to look his way, he’d threaten me with his fist. The locker incident was embarrassing, yet I knew that I was partly to blame. I had been looking at his cock, after all. But the way Dax continued to harass me in the halls was cruel and painful.

Despite all that, I continued to be attracted to Dax. My yearbook with his football picture, Dax smiling with his football jersey riding up to reveal his sexy treasure trail, was eventually glued shut from all the loads I spewed while jacking off to him. Thus, my feelings for Dax were complicated.

I thought all of that would come to an end once we graduated and I went off to college at State. So you can imagine my surprise when I learned Dax was not only recruited to play football at State, he was also tapped to be the school’s first-ever, freshman starting quarterback. Naturally, I had misgivings about being at the same college as Dax, but I assumed that our paths would likely never cross on a campus of over 30,000 students, right? Wrong.

We were halfway into our first semester when my Spanish professor called me to his office. “You have the highest grade in my class,” he informed me, “and I need your help.” He then surprised me by asking, “Are you familiar with our talented quarterback Dax Brecker?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, my body tensing at the sound of his name. “Dax and I graduated from high school together.”

“Wonderful!” my professor exclaimed. “I need you to tutor Dax.”

Fuck.

The professor then detailed how Dax was close to flunking all of his freshman classes, but Spanish was his worst class by far. Dax was close to academic probation and being cut from the team. The situation was so dire, they had removed Dax from the athletic dorm and put him up in a nearby hotel so he could buckle down and study without any distractions.

“Dax Brecker is our only hope at getting to the championships this year,” the professor lamented. “The entire university is relying on you to keep him in the game.”

Fuck.

An hour later, I found myself knocking on Dax’s hotel room door. “You are not to tell anyone where Dax is staying,” my professor had told me. “And he is allowed no visitors, with the exception of you for tutoring.”

A television was blaring straight porn loudly from inside the hotel room. I pounded on the door for several minutes before Dax finally heard me and opened the door. He was in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts, and I nearly jizzed my pants as I got an up-close look at his muscular chest. He had bulked up more since high school and was even hotter than before.

“You?” Dax asked incredulously as he got a look at me in his doorway, clearly recalling me from our high school days. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I’m your tutor, Dax,” I answered, standing tall with as much authority as I could muster.

“You’re my tutor?” he bowled over in a fit of laughter. “What are you gonna teach me? How to suck cock?” He was still laughing when I turned on my heels and walked back to the elevator. I didn’t need his shit.

“No, man—wait,” he begged. “I’m sorry. Please don’t go. If you don’t help me, I’m—I’m fucked. Please come in.”

And so I followed Dax into his hotel room, greeted by some bitch on the TV screaming, “Yeah—fuck my tight pussy.”

“Jesus, Dax. What’s with the porn? You’re supposed to be studying,” I admonished as I reached for the TV remote and turned off the screaming bitch just as some guy sprayed his money shot on her tits.

Dax gave me a sheepish look. “I know I need to study, but I’ve never been any good at school. I barely passed in high school. If it wasn’t for this damn football scholarship, I’d be pumping gas somewhere right now, man.”

“What are you working on now?” I asked, taking a seat at a small table in his room, his school work covering every inch.

Dax sat beside me and grabbed a textbook. “I’ve got a midterm in Spanish tomorrow,” he said while cracking open his book. “But I’m gonna fuckin’ fail it.”

Grabbing a highlighter, I began to highlight verb conjugations. “You see, the trick to remembering which verb form to use—” I began, but Dax wasn’t paying any attention. “Dude,” I snapped. “I’m trying to teach you this shit.”

“I’m sorry, man,” he apologized. “I’m horny as fuck, and I can’t concentrate when I’m horny.”

“I understand,” I started to sympathize. “But you’ve go to—”

“I haven’t had any pussy in over a week,” he interrupted. “I’m not allowed to have any bitches here. And I have a high sex drive. Do you have any idea how much pussy I’m used to getting in a single day? It would make your fuckin’ head spin.”

I looked down at Dax’s crotch, and he was tenting hard. “I’ll make you a deal, Dax,” I proposed. “If you can memorize the conjugations for the verb tener with me, then I’ll let you fuck my ass.”

“No fucking way, dude,” he barked, shocked by my offer. “I’m not gay—I’m no fag, like you,” he suddenly jumped up and stood at the window with his back to me.

“Dude. I know you’re not a fag,” I assured him. “But your balls are backed up. You can’t think straight. You need a hole to fuck. I’m the only option you’ve got.”

Dax was silent as he stared out the window. In the face of my indecent proposal, he could have kicked me out of his hotel room or beaten my ass to a bloody pulp. Instead, Dax was introspective, his wheels turning as he continued to stare out the window. I knew that I had him.

“If I agree to fuck your ass,” Dax conditioned, “it’s gonna be from behind. I need to think that I’m fucking pussy.” I nodded in agreement. “And it can never leave this room, or I’ll fucking destroy you.” I nodded once more.

“Christ, you’re huge,” I gasped two minutes later as Dax worked his massive cock into me. I was perched on all fours atop his hotel bed while Dax knelt behind me, his huge tool impaling my guts. “You’re hung like fuck.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he scolded. “I don’t want to hear your voice while I’m fucking you.”

I nodded solemnly in agreement, biting my lip. I wanted to scream, the pain unreal as his girthy rod tested the limits of my sphincter. Dax was going to wreck my hole, and I intended to enjoy every minute of it—even if it meant being silent.

“FUCK, you’re tight,” he grunted, his big cock buried in me, his balls pressed against my hole. “Damn,” he exclaimed. “I usually can’t go this deep in pussy. Fucking hot, bro.”

What was fucking hot, for me, was thinking about all the bitches he had fucked with that big cock. His conquests in high school were legendary. And now that big cock was up my ass. Dax had moved his hands to my hips and started to pound me harder. Fuck, it felt good.

“Christ, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” he praised, pummeling my hole. “I can’t recall the last time I had pussy this good.”

Dax was jackhammering me hard, a prize thoroughbred doing what he does best. He was destroying my cunt at a breakneck pace, his stamina untenable. I was about to tell him to slow down or he would nut too fast—but it was too late. His huge cock was beginning to swell in my depths.

“Breed me,” I begged, knowing his load was imminent as Dax pounded the living shit out of me. He moved his meaty hands to my neck, gripping me as his massive cock battered my insides with his final thrusts. I could feel his balls begin to throb against my hole as he inched closer to orgasm.

“Fuck, man,” Dax suddenly announced. “I’m gonna bust. Aww, FUCK—Here it comes, dude—FUCK—DAMN.”

Instantly, his huge cock unleashed his load inside me, a warmth consuming my bowels. “FUCK,” he grunted, throwing his head back as his balls continued to empty inside me, his seed spreading within my void.

“How come we never fucked like this before?” Dax lamented, pulling his spent cock out of me abruptly, his load gushing from my wrecked hole.

“Uh—maybe because you were always threatening to kick my ass,” I reminded him, my used body collapsing upon the bed.

“Yeah—uh—I’m really sorry about that,” Dax apologized while crashing down beside me, his spent cock leaving a wet streak of cum on the bedsheet. “I was an ass to you in high school, and you didn’t deserve it.”

“Thank you for the apology, Dax,” I replied, surprised by his sudden remorse. “I’d say we’re about even now, considering I just twisted your arm into fucking me.”

“You didn’t twist my arm,” Dax assured me, pushing himself onto one arm and looking me in the eye. “I’ve actually wanted to try fucking a dude for a long time now. And I have to admit that it felt fucking awesome.”

“It’s getting late,” I announced while looking at the alarm clock upon the hotel bed table. “We’ve got a lot more verbs to conjugate if you’re going to pass that Spanish midterm tomorrow.”

“How about we do a few verbs, and then I fuck your ass again?” suggested Dax as he pushed himself upright.

“Sounds like a deal,” I agreed, reaching for his big cock and lapping up a pearly drop of cum that still remained.

And so we spent the rest of the evening conjugating a few verbs and then fucking, conjugating again, and then fucking some more. By the time I left Dax’s hotel room after 2 am, he had mastered twenty Spanish verbs, and I had taken six of his warm loads up my wrecked hole.

“Well done!” my professor congratulated me in his office the next afternoon. “Dax got a B+ on his Spanish midterm this morning.”

“He worked hard for it,” I reported, not mentioning how hard Dax had worked my hole, which was still raw and tender.

“Listen,” the professor continued. “The head football coach and I think you should move in with Dax, at least for this semester. It’s the only way he’s going to stay on track. I know that Dax can be a bit difficult, so I hope you’re prepared to handle him full time.”

“Sounds great,” I agreed eagerly, wondering if my sore ass was prepared to handle Dax’s huge cock full time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” Dad asked naively.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.”

I had a very sheltered youth. My parents were strict, religious conservatives. They taught me about sex, but only in terms of procreation, warning me that I would go to hell if I had sex before marriage. I knew about masturbation, only because my dad had told me it was also a sin. Consequently, I was not prepared for college.

Zach was assigned to be my roommate our freshman year. With his tattoos and frequent F-bombs dropped throughout his normal speech, he was definitely more worldly than me. Though we were different in many ways, we became fast friends.

Yet our stark differences became even more apparent one day when I walked in on Zach naked on his bed, jacking his big cock. I started to close the door to leave, but he stopped me.

“Dude. Don’t leave,” he insisted. “Fuck. If we’re gonna be roommates, you’ve gotta learn to be comfortable with this shit.”

I nodded in acquiescence, embarrassed as Zach proceeded to work his big cock. I could tell he liked having me there, that he liked being watched. I was utterly transfixed as I witnessed his cock erupt with a massive load, his body convulsing in ecstasy.

“You’re next, bro,” Zach informed me. “I wanna see you fuckin’ shoot that wad.” But I stood there motionless, unable to join him.

“Dude,” Zach scolded. “Come on. I jacked off with my buds from back home all the time. It’s no big deal.”

And that’s when I told Zach about my sheltered youth and how I’d never even jacked off. Zach was incredulous.

“You don’t believe that shit, do you?” he asked in disbelief. “That jacking off is a sin?”

I shook my head. Those were my dad’s beliefs, not mine.

“You want me to teach you?” Zach offered. I gave Zach my answer by stripping down and joining him on his bed.

“Damn, you’ve got a big cock,” Zach noted first off. “You’re big enough to be two-fisted, but we’ll start with the classic one-fist today.”

I stretched back on the bed as Zach got between my legs. “Some guys just dry jack it, but I like a little lubrication to reduce the friction,” Zach advised. He then spit on my cock, saying, “This will usually do the trick.”

Zach then gripped my cock and began to slowly work it up and down, my balls rising and falling in unison with his strokes. It felt incredible, unlike anything I could have imagined. “Fuuuuck,” I slowly exhaled.

Zach laughed, knowing that I almost never cuss. “The trick is to find the right grip that works for you,” he instructed. “Too loose, and there’s not enough stimulation. Too tight, and you cut off your circulation.”

Once we settled on the right amount of grip, his pressure perfect upon my cock, Zach then demonstrated a slower and faster pace, instructing me to let him know when I was about to bust. “But how will I know?” I asked naively.

“Believe me, dude, you’ll know when your balls are ready to release,” he laughed. “You’ll definitely know.”

Zach was right. Within a few minutes, I could feel my balls tightening. A strong pressure was building in my cock, like a geyser about to erupt.

“I think I’m gonna cum,” I warned Zach when I was about to bust, my cockhead swelling and releasing a massive shot of cum. The first blast went up my chest, while the next several spurts went airborne and then rained back down upon my cock and Zach’s hand as he milked me dry.

“Fuck,” I moaned once more as my body continued to convulse and release years of pent-up tension. By the time my balls were fully emptied, my cock and Zach’s hand were covered with my pearly load.

Zach took a taste of my jizz off the tip of his index finger. “Fucking delicious,” he declared. “You’re still hard,” he noted. “That gives me an idea.”

Zach then reached around behind him and appeared to be working some of my cum into his hole. He straddled me, working the tip of my cock inside him. I couldn’t believe what was happening as he sat all the way down on my cock.

“I might as well teach you everything you need to know about sex,” Zach declared as my cock explored his depths, my head rolling back in ecstasy.

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

“Get off my fuckin’ back,” Bart rolled his eyes, taking a drag. “I had a shitty day at work, okay?”

“Just don’t let Ellie catch you out here smoking,” I warned. “She’ll have your balls.”

“I know,” he nodded, flicking ash onto the pavement. “I’ll finish before she gets home. I just needed a quick release.”

“I can give you a quick release,” I offered playfully. “And Ellie won’t smell it on you, like those cigarettes.”

“Dude, I’m not letting you suck my dick again,” Bart refused in a long stream of smoke. “I was drunk off my ass that one time.”

“Yeah, but not too drunk to admit it was the best blow job you ever had,” I reminded him. “Come on, man. Feed me a load over at my place,” I invited. “You know you’ll feel much better after I’ve drained those balls for you.”

“Not gonna happen, dude,” Bart stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray upon the garden table before stashing it behind a potted plant. “I gotta go mouthwash before Ellie gets home, or she’ll smell these cigs on my breath,” he turned to leave.

We parted ways, each of us to our own house. I was in my kitchen not five minutes later, pulling a box of pasta out of the cupboard to make dinner, when Bart wrapped urgently at my kitchen door. 

“Let’s make this quick,” he pushed inside as I opened the door, Listerine on his breath. “Ellie is gonna be home any minute now.”

Bart made a fast beeline to my couch, unzipping his jeans, releasing his thick, veiny, nine-incher as he took a seat. I instantly dropped to my knees, taking his big one down my throat, sucking him hard. 

“Christ, I forgot how good you are at this,” he exhaled, his head tipping back in ecstasy as I took him to the balls. “Yeah, choke on this big fuckin’ dick,” his hands held the back of my head. 

I went to town on that big dick, ravenously sucking him from base to tip. My hands reached up and massaged his hairy pecs as I sucked him, his big cock growing even more rigid in response. I then came up for air, my tongue traveling south to suck his full balls. 

“Yeah, work them balls,” he gripped his cock in one fist, beating it against my face as I sucked on his ripe, round beauties, churning the seed within. “You keep that up and you’re gonna get a big load outta me,” Bart promised. 

I worked my way back up his veiny shaft, licking along the way, taking that meaty head back down my throat. I had just resumed sucking him, eager to get his creamy load in my belly, when Bart suddenly stopped me. 

“Pull down your shorts,” he ordered. 

“Uh—okay,” I complied, pulling them down. “You want to see my cock while I suck you?”

“No—turn around,” Bart ordered. “I want to see your ass. Now bend over, show me that cunt.”

I did as told, exposing my hole to him. His thick finger found my knotted sphincter, tracing the rim, slowly pushing into it. Bart began to finger fuck me, pushing his digit in past his thick knuckle, opening me up. 

“Sit on my cock,” he demanded, suddenly withdrawing his finger and pulling me onto his lap. “I want to finish inside you.”

Wordlessly, I complied, taking a seat upon him like a kid sitting on Santa’s lap. With my ass resting upon his muscular thighs in a reverse cowboy position, Bart grabbed me by the hips and pushed into me. 

“FUCK,” I yelped, a flash of pain consuming my body as Bart rammed his nine-incher up my ass. He immediately went to work, his hips driving that big dick in and out of my straining hole, my back rubbing against his hairy chest and belly. 

Though I had sucked him beforehand, his cock was too dry. The friction was off the charts as he assaulted my hole, pummeling my ass with zero mercy. Yet that friction would work to my advantage. 

“I’m gonna bust,” Bart warned suddenly, a deep throbbing in my bowels. “OH FUCK—Here it comes—FUCK—YEAH—FUCK,” he bellowed, his cock releasing his seed into my depths. 

“Yeah, breed me,” I moaned in delight, grinding my ass against his pubes as his big dick flooded my guts with his warm load. “Seed my fuckin’ hole.”

“That was good,” Bart pushed me off his lap as soon as his balls were depleted, my body tumbling to the floor. “I gotta get home now before Ellie catches my ass over here,” he stood up and stuffed his cummy cock back into his jeans. 

“You’re welcome to come back whenever you want,” I invited, standing up on wobbly legs, his cum leaking from my gaping hole. “You can fuck me again like that anytime.”

“I’ll be back after work tomorrow,” Bart assured me, zippping up his fly. “If I’m gonna kick smoking, I’ll need another vice to take its place. Fucking your tight ass every day seems like the perfect choice.”

“Shit. I mean—yeah,” I fumbled, trying to cover my naked body with the bedsheet. “What time is it?”

“It’s after 10 am, and my son has already left the house,” Ted answered flatly. “Don’t you need to be somewhere, too?”

“No—I don’t work until this afternoon,” I replied. “Trevor said I could crash here while he was in classes this morning. I’m sorry—he said you would be at work.”

“I called in,” Ted responded abruptly. “I didn’t sleep all that well last night. There seemed to be a lot of noise coming from this room.”

“I’m sorry,” I responded, wrapping the sheet around me as I got up from the bed. “I’ll get dressed and will get out of your hair.”

“No—wait,” he stopped me. “I want to talk with you. I’d like to know when you and my son started fucking?”

“Fucking? Trevor and me?” I feigned shock. “No. We’re just good buds. We don’t—”

“Cut the shit,” Ted barked. “I heard you two in here fucking all night. The headboard hitting the wall, the bed springs squeaking, and you screaming, ‘Fuck my hole, Trevor,’ over and over again. You think I’m an idiot?”

“No—I don’t think that. I’m sorry—it’s true,” I admitted sheepishly. “Trevor and I have been fucking for about six months. It sort of just happened one night.”

“Just happened?” Ted smirked. “My son’s cock just happened to slide up your ass?”

“We were really drunk—well, that first time, that is,” I explained feebly. “But we both loved it.”

“So are you two, like, boyfriends?” he asked, stressing the last word in a mocking tone.

“No. Jesus, no,” I answered emphatically. “We’re just, you know, fuck buds—it’s casual.”

“So—Trevor wouldn’t mind at all if maybe I fucked your ass?” Ted asked, pulling down the front of his briefs and revealing a big, thick cock that was growing rapidly hard.

Like a mindless cumdump under the spell of his huge cock, I automatically rolled over on the bed and presented my eager ass to him. Instantly, I could feel Ted’s weight upon the bed as he positioned himself between my legs, preparing to enter my sloppy hole.

Grabbing a pillow, Ted raised my ass and slid it under my hips. “This will give me the angle I like,” he announced. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he marveled, pushing into me with a forceful thrust. “Nothing like fucking an ass loaded with my own son’s cum.”

“Christ, you’re thick,” I winced, gripping the bedsheet as he went balls deep, the base of his thick shaft stretching my hole beyond its natural limit.

“Is my cock bigger than my son’s?” Ted asked, giving my hole some deep, deliberate strokes. “Am I bigger than Trevor?”

“Yeah—you’re way bigger than Trevor,” I conceded, reveling in the fullness of his big dick inside me.

“Well, I’m bigger than most men,” Ted laughed to himself, raising himself into a plank above me, his muscular arms locked and positioned on either side of me. “Hope you like it rough,” he announced, “because I’m about to wreck your hole.”

He wasn’t kidding. Instantly, he ramped up his pace, jackhammering my hole like a wild dog fucking a street bitch in heat. Never before had I been fucked with such violent intensity. His balls were slapping my ass as his sweat rained down upon me. I didn’t want the assault on my hole to end—but his balls had other plans.

“You want my cum?” he demanded urgently, keeping his frenetic pace. “You want me to dump my load in you?”

“Yes—breed my ass,” I begged. “Seed my fucking hole.”

“You’re about to get it,” Ted promised, pushing all the way into my depths. “HOLY FUCK—SHIT—YEAH—Take this fuckin’ nut,” he growled, his cock erupting inside me.

A sudden warmth began to consume me from within, his load spewing in my guts. Over and over, Ted grunted like a wild boar, his seed spreading through my depths, commingling with the seed deposited by his son just hours before—a fucked up family reunion in my bowels.

“Damn, you’re a hot fuck,” I praised Ted as he pulled out of me, his pearly load spilling from my used hole. “For an older dude, you had more stamina than most of the younger guys who’ve used my ass,” I conceded.

“Well, you took my big one like a champ,” Ted returned the compliment, raising himself off the bed and stuffing his wet cock back into his CK briefs. “You planning on coming back over here tonight—giving up your sweet cunt to my son again?”

“Yeah,” I answered. “But I don’t think we should tell Trevor that you fucked my ass.”

“Perhaps not,” Ted conceded. “But maybe you could float the idea of Trevor and me taking turns on your hole tonight? What do you think?”

“Fuck yeah,” I readily agreed, my ass twitching in eager anticipation of getting tagged by a hung father and son at the same time—maybe taking both cocks at once.

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

“Don’t mention it,” I smiled, trying not to ogle my own father’s incredible body. “I know the divorce from Mom was rough on you, so I thought you deserved a chance to blow off some steam. I’ve got a whole itinerary planned for us. After dinner at the hotel tonight, there’s a comedy club up the street, and I thought we could—”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, Zach,” Dad held up his meaty palm. “I appreciate that you’re looking out for me, and I look forward to spending some quality time with my only son,” Dad continued, “but before any of that can happen, I really need to score some pussy tonight.”

“Oh—uh—sure,” I nodded, surprised by his unveiled intent. 

“You’re a man now, Zach,” Dad began. “So I’m gonna level with you. Your mother didn’t show me her pink cunt for at least the past ten years. And once we started the divorce proceedings, my attorney advised me to keep it zipped—that a lot of wives hire investigators to dig up shit that could be used against the husband. But now that the divorce is finalized and I’m a free man, my balls are gonna pop if I don’t get laid—fast.”

“I understand completely, Dad,” I assured him. “To be honest, I was really hoping to get some dick while we’re here. Let’s ditch the comedy club and check out the hotel bar tonight. A good looking guy like you—you’ll have your choice of pussy. And maybe I’ll score me some cock.”

“Fingers crossed for the both of us,” Dad smiled deviously before knocking back the rest of his drink. 

The hotel bar, with a crowd that was much younger than Dad, was not what he had anticipated. Although he was an undeniably hot DILF, Dad’s game was a bit rusty, having been married to my mom for the past twenty-five years. 

But Dad’s luck changed when an attractive, young woman seated at the opposite end of the bar started making eyes at Dad. And from the way she was dressed in a tight skirt and a low-cut top that revealed her ample tits, the bitch was definitely looking to get her pussy smashed.

“Go talk to her,” I encouraged Dad.

“I’m already on it, Zach,” he replied, standing up to approach her. “Give me a couple hours after I take her up to our room, okay?” Dad requested. “I’ll hang the Do Not Disturb sign while we’re—uh—busy.”

Within three minutes of chatting with the hot bitch, Dad was escorting her out of the bar and towards the elevators in the lobby, his meaty hand at her back. Dad looked back and gave me a thumbs up, his mojo restored, his big cock already straining against the fabric of his linen pants in anticipation of pounding the bitch’s eager pussy. I was happy for Dad’s good fortune. 

Fortune favored me as well that night. Within minutes of Dad’s departure, a good looking guy in town on business sidled up next to me at the bar and bought me a drink. I could see the white tan line from where he had removed his wedding band. Married guys looking for a warm hole while traveling for work are always a good fuck. And so I followed the guy up to his room where he pounded my ass for over two hours, ignoring the intrusive calls from his wife before seeding my hole with a massive load.

It was after midnight before I slinked back to the hotel room that I was sharing with Dad, my hole wrecked. The Do Not Disturb sign was conspicuously absent, and so I decided it was safe to enter.

I found Dad upon the bed, in nothing but his briefs, watching pay-per-view porn, his hard cock stretching the material, a dark spot of precum staining the front. The door to the mini bar was hanging open with empty miniatures of gin, whiskey, and vodka strewn on the floor. 

“What—what happened with the hot bitch?” I asked, confused by the scene in front of me.

“She was a fucking whore,” Dad spat drunkenly, not taking his eyes off the porn on the TV screen, a blonde bitch getting her pussy double-tagged by two hung guys.

“Well—isn’t that what you wanted?” I laughed. “An easy slut looking for dick?”

“No, Zach—she was an actual whore—a prostitute,” Dad clarified. “She sat me on the edge of the bed, unzipped me, pulled out my big cock, and said it would be $100 bucks to suck me off—$250 if I wanted to smash her pussy. So I told her to get the fuck out of my room.”

“Why’d you do that?” I asked. “You’re horny as fuck. It would have been money well spent to get your rocks off.”

“Do I look like a guy who needs to pay for sex?” Dad barked angrily. “Never in my life have I been so hard up for pussy that I had to fuck a prostitute, and I don’t aim to start now.”

“I know—I’m sorry,” I sympathized. “Look, it’s only a bit after midnight. The bar doesn’t close until 2 am. Let’s get dressed, go back down there, and—”

“I’m not going back to that damn bar, Zach—not tonight,” Dad refused. “I just want to go to bed and start fresh in the morning.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” I agreed. “But let’s turn off the pussy porn, okay?” I suggested, reaching for the TV remote. “Watching it now is only going to make things worse.”

“Fine,” Dad agreed, pulling down the covers to his bed. “How was your night, Zach?” he changed the subject, slipping under the covers and propping his muscular arms behind his head. “You score any dick?”

“Yeah,” I answered, embarrassed at my good luck in the face of my dad’s misfortune. “The dude dumped a big load in me.”

“You gay guys have it so easy,” Dad grumbled. “Sex is like a handshake for you guys. You don’t have to jump through countless hoops to get laid, like us straight guys.”

“Actually—the guy who fucked me tonight was straight,” I informed Dad. “I saw evidence of a wedding band, and his phone kept blowing up while he was railing me—probably a paranoid wife.”

“Does that happen often for you—sex with straight guys?” Dad asked, his interest piqued. 

“Yeah—I mean, probably half of my hookups are with straight guys just looking for an easy hole,” I admitted candidly. “A lot of guys just need to drop a load when they’re not scoring pussy, or when their wives or girlfriends aren’t putting out.”

Dad was quiet, his wheels turning. We had never had such a frank discussion about my sex life. He knew I was gay, but normally didn’t wish to know the gory details. 

I quickly stripped down for bed. Turning out the light, I gave Dad a quick peck on the cheek, his eyes closed, his breathing shallow. I then climbed into my own bed, turning over onto my stomach, balling up the pillow under my head. I soon began to drift off to blissful sleep—until it happened.

Dad’s weight was suddenly upon my bed, the covers inching their way below my ass. I knew what was happening—what he wanted. The truth was that I wanted it, too.

As a gay boy growing up with a father that looked like mine—the incredible good looks, the muscles, the hairy chest, the big dick—sex with my dad had long been a gay son’s fantasy. And now all those wet dreams were finally coming true. The man needed a warm hole, and I was there to provide it.

“Fuck, that’s a wet pussy,” Dad moaned, his breath hot at my ear, his thick finger probing my used hole as he pulled down my briefs with his other hand. “I’m gonna enjoy pounding this cunt.”

His weight was suddenly upon me, his hairy chest pressed into my back. His rounded cock head found my sphincter, initiating penetration. Dad raised himself into a plank upon his muscular arms, his strong hands pushed into the mattress on either side of my body. And then—wham—my father’s nine-inch cock, the cock that had made me, was inside me.

“Fuuuuuck,” he exhaled, instantly going balls deep. “Christ, this hole is tight.”

I wanted to joke that my hole was much tighter a couple hours prior, before the married guy at the bar pounded the shit out of me. But I was silent, not wishing to break the spell. Dad was drunk off his ass, his body consumed with the need to fuck. It was likely he wouldn’t even remember fucking me the next morning. I decided that I would be an anonymous participant, passively allowing Dad to use me in any way that he wanted. 

What Dad wanted was to destroy my cunt. Instantly, he revved his engines, his speed going from zero to sixty in about three seconds as he proceeded to pummel the shit out of me. I gripped the sheets beneath me, bracing myself against his assault, his big cock abusing my hole.

“Fuck yeah—take this big cock, bitch,” he barked at me. Did he even know it was me that he was fucking—his own flesh and blood? Did he even care? Our shared blood sure didn’t matter to me. I was reveling in the feeling of his big cock up my ass. I had taken big cocks before, but never one that could rival my dad’s huge endowment. 

As a kid, I had once caught my dad getting out of the shower. Innocently, I asked if my penis would grow to be as big as his one day. “I bet you’ll have a big one like me when you’re all grown up, son,” he gave me a wink before shooing me away. But Dad had lied. My dick, though perfectly serviceable, had never reached his epic size. But now, thanks to a sick twist of fate, I got to experience the thrill of having a big dick like Dad’s—inside me.

“That’s it—open that cunt for me,” Dad growled in my ear, his breath laced with booze, as I tilted my pelvis. Dad’s big cock slid impossibly deep inside my bowels, my toes curling in response. Christ, the man was a fuck machine. 

Over and over he continued to jackhammer my quivering cunt, battering my bowels with an unbridled fury. His pace was too quick, his drive too intense. His balls were too backed up. His stamina couldn’t possibly hold out much longer. 

“FUCK,” he bellowed urgently on the precipice of orgasm, his big cock expanding in my fuck canal. “You want some cum, bitch? You want me to dump this massive motherfuckin’ load in you?”

Once again, I failed to respond, afraid that the realization that he was balls deep in his own son could burst the bubble just before Dad’s climax. I wanted his load up my ass, and I was not about to do anything to jeopardize that result. In the end, it didn’t matter. Dad was ready to blow his wad and there was no stopping him.

“FUCK—SHIT,” he growled, his big cock throbbing in my depths, spewing his seed—our shared DNA—into my deepest recesses. “Yeah—take my nut, bitch—FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt. 

When his cock ceased pulsing inside of me, when his balls had yielded the last of his seed, Dad collapsed upon me. His drunken breath was hot at my ear, his sweaty chest pressed into my back, his big cock slowly going soft inside of me.

Dad pulled out of me as quickly as he had entered, a gaping hole left in his wake. His cum streamed from my used ass, puddling on the sheet beneath me. Worldlessly, he stumbled back to his own bed, crashing hard. Within minutes, he was snoring softly, deep in the clutches of post-coital slumber.

Dad was already dressed and combing his hair in the mirror when I awoke the next morning, my used ass still sore and leaking cum. He was bright-eyed and chipper. A good fuck was clearly what the man had needed. But did he even remember what had happened—that he had fucked his own son’s ass?

“Get out of bed, sleepyhead,” he called to me, like I was a kid again. “I’m heading down to the breakfast buffet, Zach. So get your ass in the shower and meet me downstairs.”

Dad was at the omelette station when I arrived to the buffet. A well-dressed, attractive woman was flirting openly with my dad, her hand on his muscular forearm as he held his plate. She threw her head back, laughing openly at one of Dad’s lame jokes. The bitch was clearly into my father, and would have likely spread her legs for him atop the breakfast pastries table if Dad had offered up his big cock to her.

“She’s a good catch,” I whispered to Dad moments later as he took a seat with me at a table in the corner. “I can make myself scarce for a couple hours if you want to smash her pussy up in our room.”

“I have no desire to smash her pussy,” Dad refused. 

“Why the hell not?”

“Well, for starters,” Dad began, “that flirty bitch is on the wrong side of thirty. I just got rid of an old car—I’m not looking to drive another one. And furthermore,” Dad locked eyes with me, “I’d rather fuck your tight ass again. So hurry up and finish your goddamn eggs, son. I’ve got another load in these balls for you.”

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.”

“Aunt Tammy suggested that I come out here and check on you,” I lied, for I secretly loved being in his testosterone-laden orbit, soaking up his toxic masculinity.

“I thought you two were baking cookies?” Travis asked, his voice emphasizing the last word in a mocking falsetto.

“We finished the cookies—chocolate chip, your favorite,” I reported. “Aunt Tammy left a plate of them in the kitchen for you. She’s taking a nap now.”

An awkward silence filled the workshop as Uncle Travis held me in his gaze, his arms folded across his muscular, hairy chest with his cigar gripped firmly between his teeth, resting beneath his manly stache.

“Can I—can I try your cigar?” I stammered, breaking the silence.

“Sorry, boy. Cigars are for men,” he smirked, adjusting his package.

“But I’m eighteen now,” I protested, puffing out my chest. “I’m a man.”

“You might be eighteen—but you sure ain’t a man,” he laughed in a cloud of smoke.

“Please. I just want to try one puff,” I pleaded, my eyes traveling over his beefy, hairy body and lingering on the bulge in his shorts. Christ, I wanted his cock—and he knew it.

“You want something to smoke, boy?” he asked tauntingly, reaching into his shorts and pulling out his thick, hairy eight-incher. “Then why don’t you smoke this?”

Instinctively, I dropped to my knees and took his fat cock down my throat as he grabbed the back of my head. His pubes, mashed against my nose, gave off a heady aroma with notes of sweat, musk, and tobacco.

“Watch your fuckin’ teeth,” he admonished in another puff of smoke as I stretched my jaw, straining to deep throat him. I’d never sucked a cock with such girth. “You like this big cock, boy?” he asked.

“Mmm—hmpft,” I attempted to vocalize with a nod, unable to speak while he face fucked me.

“How bout you take it up the ass for me?” he suggested, pushing me off his cock and placing his cigar on the edge of his work table. “Bend over my cot over there,” he gestured to one corner as I pulled down my shorts and positioned myself against the old army cot.

“Fuck me,” I begged while he knelt behind me and spat upon his cock. “Fuck me with that big cock.”

“Damn, you gotta tight cunt,” he marveled, pushing into me from behind with his thick cock, barely lubricated with spit. The pain was excruciating. I wanted to scream my head off, but knew that my uncle expected me to take it like a man.

With his left hand pressing my face into the musty cot, Uncle Travis raised my ass with his right hand, pushing deeper into me. “This is how I like to fuck sissy boys like you,” he grunted, pummeling my hole.

My brain turned to Jell-O as Uncle Travis proceeded to destroy my hole. His persistent assault on my ass might have been ten minutes or possibly an hour. In a trance-like state, I lost all sense of time and place as my body morphed into an empty vessel for his pleasure. A low, primal growl finally snapped me back to reality.

“FUUUCK,” he barked, his body convulsing as a flood of warmth filled me from within. “Yeah, take this fuckin’ nut,” he bellowed, his balls emptying inside me. Collapsing with all his weight upon me, pushing me into the cot, I struggled to breath until he finally pulled out of me.

“Pull up your shorts,” Uncle Travis barked as he did the same, stuffing his wet cock back into his shorts. I quickly fumbled to hoist up my shorts over my used ass, my gaping hole leaking his seed.

His cigar was still on the edge of the work table, a wisp of smoke rising from it and dancing toward the ceiling. With Uncle Travis watching me, I reached for the cigar and took a long drag—exactly when my aunt walked into the workshop with the plate of chocolate chip cookies.

“What the hell, Travis?” Aunt Tammy cried out incredulously, nearly dropping the cookies as I coughed out a cloud of smoke. “The boy shouldn’t be smoking your cigars.”

“Pipe down, Tammy,” admonished Uncle Travis. “The boy is a man now,” he winked in my direction. “I’ve decided he’s gonna sleep out here in the workshop with me for the rest of his visit. Make yourself useful and see if you can round up a sleeping bag for him.”

“Yes, Travis,” answered Aunt Tammy, fixing me with a knowing, icy stare.

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

“You remember what happened the last time we were here?” Trey asked, licking his lips seductively.

“Yeah,” I replied. “You fucked my ass.”