“My—uh—my hotel is way up the beach,” he gestured towards the north. “I took a long walk along the shore after lunch, and then I must have fallen asleep in this hammock.”

“There’s not time for you to get back to your hotel,” I advised him. “Why don’t you come with me? My condo is right across the street from here. I’m Dale,” I extended my hand, pulling him off the hammock.

“I’m Benton,” he replied, the storm clouds rapidly obscuring the sky, a sudden wind battering our bodies. Large drops of rain started to splat against the sand. 

Five minutes later, the deluge began. Benton was safe in my apartment, still attired in nothing but his swim trunks, watching the storm through the glass doors to my ocean-view balcony. A crack of lightning split the sky, striking not far from the hammock that he had just occupied. 

“I’m glad you’re not out there,” I stated, thunder booming above us, rattling the windows. “You could have been electrocuted—you could have died.”

“Maybe I should have died,” Benton lowered his head, a tear running down his face.

“Don’t say that,” I gasped. “What’s—what’s going on with you?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t really want to die,” he wiped at his face with embarrassment. “It’s just been a shitty few days.”

“Hey—it’s okay,” I offered soothingly, grabbing him by the hands, taking him to my couch. “You wanna talk about it?”

“You—you don’t want to hear my problems,” he shook his head, sitting next to me. 

“No—I do,” I insisted, stroking his back. “This storm is gonna have you stuck here with me for a while. You might as well tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I wasn’t supposed to be here alone,” Benton wiped at a tear. “I booked this beach vacation for my girlfriend Ellie and me. I was gonna propose to her—I had the ring and everything. But then two days before we were to travel here, I came home early and caught her fucking a dude from her work.”

“Oh my god,” I gasped. “I’m so sorry. That’s the worst. But maybe there’s a silver lining to it—maybe it was the universe intervening? Imagine if you’d had married her and then she cheated on you?”

“That’s what my buddies all said, too,” Benton swiped at another tear. “They encouraged me to come here without her. They said I just needed to smash a lot of pussy and that I’ll soon forget the bitch.”

“It’s not bad advice,” I agreed. 

“Yeah, but it hasn’t worked out that way,” he started to sob. “I can’t even bring myself to approach the girls I see on the beach or in the bars. I just walk the shore all day and night, thinking that I’m gonna live the rest of my life alone.”

Benton broke down at that point, sobbing hard. Instinctively, I reached for him, pulling him into a hug as he cried on my shoulder, his hairy chest heaving in waves of grief. I rubbed his back, whispering softly in his ear that I was there for him and everything was going to be alright. 

“Nobody’s ever been this nice to me,” Benton wiped at his tears, pulling away as he stared into my eyes, our faces inches apart. And then it happened. Wrapping one of his muscular arms around my back, he pulled me into him. Our lips met, his stache tickling me. Our tongues danced. The earth shifted.

“What the fuck was that?” I gasped as our lips parted, still in shock that this hot-as-fuck straight boy had kissed me out of the blue, rocking my world.  

“I’m—I’m so sorry,” Benton apologized frantically as he started to stand up. “I shouldn’t have—”

“No—stop,” I pulled him back down on the couch with me. “Don’t apologize. What you did was hot as fuck. You’re an amazing kisser.”

“Yeah?” he smiled bashfully. 

“Yeah,” I affirmed. “But I don’t understand. I thought you were straight. You were just crying over your ex-girlfriend. I guess I’m just—I guess I’m confused.”

“I’m the one who’s confused,” Benton sighed. “I’ve never told anybody this, but I’ve known for a long time that I’m attracted to guys. It scares the shit outta me, so I always just ignore it. But then you were so nice to me just now, and I think you’re cute as fuck, and I couldn’t stop myself. I had to kiss you.”

“I’m glad you did,” I smiled, my hand on his hairy thigh. “I think you needed that kiss to confirm what you already knew inside—that you’re into guys. Maybe your girlfriend picked up on that? Maybe she cheated on you because she knew instinctively that she could never be what you really needed?”

“I dunno—maybe,” Benton conceded, leaning over and kissing me once more, fireworks in my brain. “All I really know,” he whispered as our lips parted, his breath suddenly hot at my ear, “is that I want to be inside you.”

Instantly, he pulled me to the floor, tearing off my shorts and t-shirt. The storm continued to rage outside, but an even bigger one was brewing within the confines of my condo. 

“We can go to my bed,” I suggested, naked on the floor as Benton hovered over me, fumbling with the drawstring of his swim trunks. But my suggestion was forgotten when he undid his trunks, kicking them to the floor as his massive cock came into view. “Jesus, you’re hung,” I gasped. 

“It’s not all that big,” he declared with false modesty while giving it a tug. His cock was easily nine inches and thicker than my wrist. Christ, it was gonna hurt and yet feel so fucking good. 

Before I knew it, I was flat on my back. Benton was pushing my legs over my head, my hole exposed to him. He began to push his cock head against the tight knot of my sphincter. 

“Dude,” I stopped him. “You gotta let me get it wet for you first.”

I sat up quickly, taking his massive member in my mouth. Expertly, I swirled my tongue around his fat cock head and his thick shaft before taking him balls deep. 

“Dayum,” he exclaimed, his meaty hand at the back of my head, his balls pressed against my chin. “I’ve never had a bitch take me to the balls.”

“I think you’ll find I’m able to do a lot of things that a bitch can’t do,” I surfaced for air, my saliva coating his thick fuck tool. “How about you get that big dick up my ass and find out for yourself?”

Eager to fuck me, Benton pushed me back to the floor, his meaty hands pushing my knees into my chest. He looked downward as he aimed his cock at the bullseye of my hole and—BAM—he was inside me. 

“Fuck, your tight,” he marveled, a bolt of pain flashing through my body just like the lightning outside. “I’ve never had pussy this tight,” he began to thrust inside me. 

“Go slow at first,” I advised, bearing the pain through gritted teeth, not wishing to discourage him when it was his first time fucking a guy. “Just gimme a minute to adjust, okay?”

But Benton was like a kid with a new toy at Christmas, wanting to see everything it could do at once. He was pounding me hard, battering my bowels, going deeper than he ever could in a bitch. In some ways, that big tool helped to pound away the discomfort rapidly. I was soon writhing in pleasure, waves of ecstasy consuming me. 

“Fuck me with that big cock,” I moaned, extending my legs and wrapping them around his meaty ass. “Wreck my hole with that big dick.”

The feeling of unparalleled fullness inside of me was overwhelming, my toes curling as Benton routed my depths. Planking above me, his hands driven into the floor on either side of me, Benton leaned forward and kissed me. With his hairy chest rubbing against mine, his tongue probed my mouth just as his cock was probing my hole. The sensation was mind-blowing.

“Christ, I love kissing you,” he shared as our lips parted. “You make me feel things I never felt before when kissing girls.”

“Sometimes you gotta kiss a few frogs before you find a prince,” I joked, wrapping my arms around his torso, rubbing his sweaty back as he labored above me. 

He was pummeling me hard, jackhammering the living shit out of my quivering cunt. I wanted Benton to slow down, to make it last. But it was his first time with a guy, and I had been dicked down by enough straight guys to know that rough and fast was their default setting. Plus, with the storm still raging outside, Benton was going nowhere in a hurry. There was plenty of time for round two. 

“I’m feeling close,” he announced, picking up the pace, driving me impossibly hard. “You want me to pull out when I shoot?”

“Absolutely not,” I commanded, locking my sphincter around his swollen shaft. “I want you to breed me—dump that load up my ass.”

“Fuck that’s hot,” he exclaimed, staring down at his cock as he delivered a series of final thrusts into my bowels. “I’m getting close—OH FUCK—I’m gonna shoot, bro—OH FUCK—Yeah, take my nut—FUUUUCK.”

Benton convulsed on top of me, his cock throbbing intensely as he shot rope after rope of his warm seed into my depths. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt, his cock discharging rhythmically, flooding my guts. 

“That’s it—fill me with your seed,” I moaned, pulling him into me as he bred me, our sweaty bodies melded as one. “Make me yours.”

After his cock stopped throbbing within me, his balls emptied for the moment, we began to doze, his cock still buried in my depths. A clap of thunder awoke us. Startled, Benton pulled out of me, his pearly seed dripping from my gaping hole. 

“This storm isn’t gonna be over anytime soon. Why don’t we go to my bedroom?” I suggested, the hard floor uncomfortable beneath me. “My comfy bed will feel a lot nicer.”

“Sure—but I don’t think I’m ready to go to sleep just yet,” Benton hesitated. 

“Who said anything about sleep?” I smiled deviously, steering his incredible body to my bedroom. “I plan on riding you all night long.”

And I did—taking load after load from him over the course of the next several hours, his big cock pulverizing my cunt in the best possible way. We finally fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, the storm outside quieting down around the same time that we did. 

I awoke late the next morning, the storm long gone, sunlight flooding my bedroom. I gave a stretch, my body still in post-coital bliss. But then I realized that I was alone in bed—Benton was gone. Like a typical straight guy, he had snuck out before I had awakened, unable to face the aftermath of his actions in the light of day. All good things must come to an end, I told myself with a deep sigh. 

But then I found Benton in the kitchen, talking quietly on his phone. He was wearing my bathrobe, the front partly open and loosely tied, his hairy chest taunting me. 

“Look—I gotta go,” Benton said into his phone upon seeing me. “We can figure out the details later, okay?”

“Who—who was that?” I asked as he ended the call. 

“It was Ellie,” he confessed. “She called to apologize for hooking up with that guy from work. She wants me to come back home and work things out between us. She still wants to be with me.”

“What—what did you tell her?” I asked, my heart in my throat. 

“I told her that I wasn’t coming home,” Benton reported. “I said that I had met someone on vacation, and that I think it could be love, and that I want to see where things might go with him.”

“You’re—you’re serious?” I stammered in disbelief as Benton pulled me into his arms, elation consuming my body and soul. “You’re sure?”

“Absolutely,” Benton kissed me. “I’m a freelance journalist, so I can work from anywhere. I told Ellie to pack up my shit and I would call her back later with your address. I hope you don’t mind if I crash on your couch for a short while until I can find my own place.”

“Crash on my couch?” I laughed, pulling him back to my bedroom, eager to get his big dick inside me again. “The only place your ass belongs is in my bed.”

“Come in and have a seat,” Mr. Alderman had greeted me thirty minutes earlier when I arrived to his office after the close of business. “Thanks for coming in so late,” he smiled. “I’m just too busy during the day to squeeze in interviews.”

“No problem at all, Mr. Alderman,” I assured him.

“Ted—call me Ted,” he interrupted. “Your dad and I have been best buds since we were boys, so you can drop the mister shit.”

“Thanks, Ted,” I blushed, for I had long been attracted to him. With his expensive suits that hugged his athletic body, his shaved head, and scruffy beard, Ted Alderman ran the best accounting firm in town. I had hoped for the chance to work under him—in more ways than one.

“I suppose your dad told you all about the divorce,” Ted leaned back in his chair, giving me a prime view of his prominent bulge.

“Yeah—uh—sorry to hear about you and Sheila.”

“I gave the fucking bitch tennis lessons for Christmas,” he sneered. “And she thanks me by fucking her tennis instructor.”

“That sucks,” I sympathized, not sharing that my dad told me she got her pussy smashed by the tennis instructor and three other guys —all at once. “I’m so sorry.”

“Fuck my life,” he shrugged. “Anyhow, I looked over your resume just before you arrived today,” he announced, picking it up off his desk.

“Awesome—thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he tossed the resume back on the desk. “I’m really sorry, kid, but there’s no way that I could hire you.”

“But my dad said that—”

“Listen, I know your dad and I go way back,” he began, “which is why I promised to interview you. But you haven’t taken advanced accounting or statistics yet. You’d be in over your head here. I suggest you take some more classes and reapply next summer.”

“I understand,” I sighed, disappointed. I then stood up to leave. “Well—thanks for taking the time to meet with me.”

“Now hold up,” he raised his hand to stop me. “Sit back down a minute. I haven’t seen you in awhile, and I’d still like us to catch up a bit.”

“Yeah—sure,” I agreed, trying to hide the rejection I felt.

“You remember my son Ryan?” he began.

“Yep, we graduated from Central High together,” I nodded, not sharing that Ryan was a popular jock who never spoke a single word to me. “I remember him.”

“Well, Ryan told me he saw you at a frat party up at State a month ago,” Ted shared, one eyebrow raised.

“Really?” I hesitated, my brow beginning to sweat. “I’m not sure I remember—”

“Ryan said he walked in on you sucking a line of cocks in the basement of the frat house,” Ted continued. “He said you must have smoked thirty poles at that party.”

“Mr. Alderman—I mean Ted,” I begged. “Please don’t tell my dad about that. If he found out that I’ve been sucking dick, he would—”

“Now calm down—calm down,” Ted cut me off, raising his hands to silence me. “I’m not gonna tell your dad shit, you understand?”

“You’re not?”

“Certainly not,” Ted assured me. “What you do with your dirty mouth is nobody’s business. But I do have one favor to ask in return.”

“Yes?”

“Will you suck my big one for me?”

And then Ted unzipped his pants, pulling out a fat nine-incher as he kicked his pants down to his ankles. His big one was thick and veiny, resting atop a set of ripe, round plums that were begging for release.

“Does—does this mean you’ll give me the summer job, if I suck your cock?” I ventured excitedly.

“Fuck no,” he laughed, unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing a set of meaty pecs fanned in salt-and-pepper fur. “All this means is that I’m a guy in the middle of a messy divorce, and I need to dump a load down your warm, wet throat. You game for that?”

“Hell yes,” I exclaimed, dropping to my knees before him like a ravenous cocksucker, taking his big dick down my throat. 

“Christ,” he exhaled, his head tipping back reflexively as I deep throated his big cock. “You learn to do that with those frat boys?”

“Not exactly,” I paused, coming up for air. “I’ve been sucking cock down at that adult video arcade out on the truck route since I was old enough to get in the place.”

“The Cherry Patch?” Ted laughed. “Jesus, I haven’t been to that old shit hole since the time your dad and I—”

“What?!” I exclaimed. “You and my dad went there?”

“Now don’t go blabbing to your dad about this,” Ted winked, smacking his big cock against the side of my cheek. “But your dad and I used to go visit the glory holes there back in the days when we were single and not getting much pussy.”

“My dad got sucked at a glory hole?” I gasped, driven wild by the image of Dad and Ted getting their dicks serviced by some random dude, spewing their loads into the guy’s hungry mouth.

“Shit, boy,” Ted laughed, shoving his cock back down my throat. “Your dad and I did more than just get sucked at those glory holes—we fucked a few guys, too. You young guys think you invented sex, but it’s all been done before you.”

Finished with his naughty trip down memory lane, Ted applied pressure to the back of my head with his meaty hand. Leaning back in his chair, he raised his hips and began to pummel my throat at a rapid pace, face fucking me.

“Fuck, this feels good,” he exhaled, his balls slapping my chin. “I can’t remember the last time I had head this good—it certainly wasn’t from Sheila.”

Locking my lips around his veiny shaft, I replicated his rhythm, my neck flexing back and forth, taking his big dick deeper down my throat. Jesus, he was thick, my jaw straining to accommodate his girth. 

Gripping both sides of my head, Ted unleashed a fury down my throat, working out all his pent-up aggression over the divorce. I was gagging on his big one, struggling to endure the unrelenting abuse as he jackhammered my throat. But I wasn’t about to throw in the towel until I had my reward—his creamy load.

“Yeah—just like that,” he growled, pummeling my tonsils, his hands digging into the sides of my head. “Yeah—keep that up—don’t stop—Christ, that’s good—don’t stop—don’t stop—FUCK—FUCK.”

With a grunt that shook the walls of his office, Ted expelled a torrent of cum, spewing in my mouth, down my throat. Over and over, his cock throbbed, releasing his creamy ambrosia into my belly. It was like the man hadn’t shot his wad in months. I struggled to swallow it all, not wishing to waste a single drop. 

“Damn,” he exhaled as he pulled out of my throat, his balls finally depleted. “You sure are one phenomenal cocksucker,” he praised, smacking his cummy cock against my cheek.

“Thank you, sir,” I blushed, wiping the viscous mix of cum and saliva from my face with the back of my hand. 

“Stand up and turn around,” Ted ordered, stuffing his wet cock back into his pants. “I want to see your cunt.”

Obediently, I stood up and dropped my pants as I turned around and bent forward. I then presented my pink, puckered hole to him. If Ted wanted to fuck me right there in his office, I was more than game.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” Ted whispered, his thick finger teasing my eager hole, caressing the downy fur that rims it.

“You can fuck me—if you want,” I offered. “I’m super tight.”

“I would like that,” Ted replied. “But not here. I’d like to get you in my bed some night—give you a proper fucking. Would you like that?”

“Fuck yes,” I exclaimed eagerly, turning around as I zipped up my pants. “Just tell me when.”

“Will do,” Ted smiled. “You ever tried double penetration—taking two cocks in your hole at once?”

“Not yet,” I answered. “But I’m game. You thinking you and your son Ryan might want to DP my hole?”

“No—not Ryan,” Ted laughed. “But I do have another guy in mind. He’s a married guy, but always game for some fun once he’s had a few beers. I’ll be in touch soon to set it up.”

“Awesome,” I beamed. “I’m definitely game.”

Dad was in the den watching TV when I got home from meeting with Ted, while Mom fixed dinner in the kitchen. I was worried that my dad would be disappointed in me for not landing the summer job. 

“I didn’t get the job at Ted’s accounting firm,” I informed Dad rather sullenly, plopping down next to him on the couch.

“I know, son,” Dad replied, giving my leg a fatherly pat. “I just got off the phone with Ted. Sounds like you just need a few more classes under your belt. But to show there’s no hard feelings—Ted has invited you and me to come by his place tonight.”

“He did? What for?”

“Ted didn’t really say,” my Dad shrugged. “But he asked me to pick up a case of beer on the way over. Knowing Ted, I’m sure he’s got something fun planned for us.”

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

It had all begun two weeks prior when one of the Men he served regularly, Tristan, expressed His desire to whore him out during a an upcoming ritual at the members only sex club to which He belonged.

Of course, being a faggot, he immediately obeyed and then respectfully asked Tristan what the ritual entailed.

Tristan explained that it was a conversion ritual during which invited, negative receivers (“in this instance, you faggot) are penetrated and bred by one or more positive Givers - resulting in the receiver’s conversion into a poz faggot.

Despite himself, he felt his useless fagdick twitch and grow hard at the prospect. Tristan noticed, chuckling, “of course the idea of getting pozzed by toxic Men gets you aroused…I’ll never understand faggots!”

Two weeks later, he arrived at the address he’d been provided by Tristan. He was led to an intake room where he signed some legal docs before he was stripped and received two enemas.

Once cleaned out, an attendant inserted a rasp into his anus, twisted it through three rotations, and then pulling it out. It had stung and he wondered what the attendant had done; the attendant explained that the rasp was used to create hundreds of micro-tears in his ass to improve the odds of conversion. As he contemplated this last bit - realizing that his life would in all likelihood be forever changed that evening - the attendant attached a red band to his ankle (signifying the he was a receiver).

The attendant then directed him to a large room, connected to the arena stage, where he and the 6 other receivers awaited their conversion ritual.

At last it was his turn. As he entered he could feel the presence hidden onlookers, even as the arena remained completely silent.

Then a loud, booming voice intoned, “assume the supplicant’s position, receiver.”

Being a faggot, of course I had wanted to serve Jake by fulfilling His sexual needs and wants, but Jake had made it abundantly clear to me from day one that He was straight and wasn’t interested in letting a faggot like me slobber on His cock. I was just grateful that I could serve Him at all and derived great satisfaction from being His servant.

I arrived at the frat house in the early afternoon and found Jake. I thanked Him for inviting me and confided that I was a bit nervous as I’d never been to a frat party. He chuckled and smiled, “you silly faggot, you’re not here to attend the party - you’re here to work the party!”

I was actually relieved and, though I felt stupid for believing I was invited as a guest, I was happy that I might have an opportunity to further serve Jake.

Jake signaled for me to follow Him and I obeyed - trailing Him as He navigated the warren of rooms until we arrived outdoors by the rear deck. There were a few of His “Brothers” already there, drinking beer and smoking weed.

Jake walked over to Them and announced, “Hey, this is the faggot I was telling you guys about…what do y’all think, can we put it to good use?”

His Brothers chuckled a bit as They nodded Their approval; I was not certain what They had in mind for me, but I was eager to serve and obey.

Jake signaled for me to approach Him and, once next to Him, said “watch this, guys - ‘drop to your knees, faggot!’”

I immediately dropped to my knees.

His Brothers laughed at my faggotry - amused by my subservience and unquestioned obedience. One of Them walked up to me and began grinding Their crotch in my face - I could feel His soft, fat cock and balls through His shorts against my lips. I instantly became hard and my worthless erection pressed against my shorts - tenting them - so that my arousal was clearly visible to all.

Jake and His Brothers laughed at this and joked with the other Brother, “damn, looks like that faggot is ready to gobble your knob, Tyler!” I remained in position as Tyler began to thrust His crotch comically - simulating oral sex as I knelt before Him.

Jake laughed and replied, “well, that’s why I brought the faggot here - let’s get it to work as our house faggot and put its fagholes to use!”

I looked up with surprise at this last statement however, before I could register what Jake had just said, Tyler pulled down the front of His shorts and ordered, “get to work, faggot - suck my dick!”

I didn’t need to be told twice and immediately took His soft cock into my hungry mouth - lashing it with my tongue as I began to rhythmically suck on His cock. I felt it stiffen and grow inside my mouth. Tyler was impressively endowed and I nearly choked as His cock probed deeper and deeper down my throat.

The Others (including Jake and Tyler) continued to drink, smoke, and chat while I slobbered on Tyler’s knob. A few of Them began grabbing at Their crotch through Their shorts as They grew aroused with anticipation.

“Fuck, this faggot is a great cocksucker…I’m getting close” said Tyler as He began to thrust His cock balls deep down my throat, “ohhh fuck yeah, ohhh damn, I’m cumming…fuck, I’m cumming, yeah…”

As Tyler exhaled with a grunt, I felt His cock twitch and explode at the back of my throat. His cock pulsated - each spasm an eruption of His seed. As His load flooded my throat I could taste Him - His cum was at first sweet followed by a sour and bitter aftertaste. I swallowed every last drop.

As Tyler pulled out, He shook His cock of the last drops across my face, wiped the head of His cock against my cheek, and then pulled up His shorts.

Over the next 10 hours, I sucked and swallowed the loads of 17 others; I also served as a urinal for 6 guests - including Jake.

When the party was winding down, Jake told me to find Tyler. I obeyed and found Him in the bedroom He shared with another Brother. He told me to come in and close the door, turned off the lights, and pushed me onto the floor.

My pulse raced as He pulled off my shorts and I felt the weight of His body against mine - pressing me against the hard floor. His breath smelled of beer and cigarettes. He spit into His hand and I felt His fingers probe my fagcunt roughly.

His cockhead pressed against my hole - there wasn’t nearly enough spit or lube, but He was drunk and pushed inside me nevertheless. It was painful and I winced silently as I felt His impressive cock fill my fagcunt.

He moaned as the wet warmth of my ass enveloped Him.

He began to thrust slowly.

I moaned.

Within less than a minute, He grunted and sighed. I felt the warmth of His semen filling my hole as He came deep inside me.

After a minute, He began to thrust again - distributing His seed and lubricating my hole for His further use. Tyler fucked me on and off throughout the night - dumping a further 2 loads into me before sending me home at 4am.

Chaz and I weren’t supposed to be sharing a hotel room. There had been a mistake when our company booked us for a three-day financial conference in Chicago, and we were forced to share a room. Most straight guys like me would never agree to sleep in the same room as an openly gay dude, but I didn’t mind because Chaz was my friend and I trusted him to not exploit the situation. 

Chaz was the only gay guy on our all-male team of financial planners at work. It wasn’t easy for him, trying to fit in amongst the guys with his ear piercings and often over-the-top demeanor. But Chaz was stellar at his job, proving his merit in a boys’ club that possessed all the toxic masculinity of a frat house on a Saturday night.

Sadly, the other guys in the office often ostracized Chaz, never inviting him for lunch, golf, or beers after work. I felt bad for him, and so I made an effort to befriend Chaz despite the snickers from the other guys behind my back. 

“You’re not weirded out that we are the only two guys on the team being sent to the conference in Chicago?” Chaz asked with concern when we were given our orders. “A lot of the guys in the office already think we’re fucking just because you have the decency to talk to me.”

“Fuck those homophobic assholes,” I replied. “I’m a happily married man. I have no reason to fear their gossip and insinuations. Being work buds doesn’t make us fuck buds.”

“That could be arranged,” Chaz winked. 

“Yeah, right,” I laughed. “I know I’m not your type. You’ve shown me the photos of all those Grindr twinks you fuck.”

The fact that we could joke about our differing sexual orientations allowed me to have no concern when I was forced to share a hotel room with Chaz in Chicago. I trusted him completely to not make a move on me. But did I trust myself?

The first day of the conference had been exhausting. We had taken an early-morning flight and then suffered through a painful round of sessions. There was a cocktail party and then a dinner, followed by a keynote speaker who droned on endlessly. By the time Chaz and I got back upstairs to our hotel room, all I wanted was a hot shower. 

Chaz was sitting on the edge of his bed, hunched over his phone, when I emerged from the bathroom freshly showered, a flimsy hotel towel wrapped around my waist. A series of pings emitted from his phone as he tapped at the screen. 

“You playing a game?” I asked. 

“No, but it often feels like a game of cat and mouse,” Chaz laughed. “I’m actually on Grindr looking for some ass to fuck.”

“Wait—you’re gonna invite some random guy here to our hotel room—to fuck?”

“Calm down,” Chaz raised his hand to subdue me. “I’m not going to fuck some dude in front of you. I’m looking for a guy who can host, which is proving to be almost impossible.”

“I’m sorry,” I offered feebly. 

“If you were truly sorry, you’d drop that towel and let me mount your ass on this bed,” Chaz laughed in jest. “But I know you’d never take a dick up your ass.”

“Don’t be so sure,” I admitted, the three martinis from the cocktail party still working their magic on my inhibitions. “I’m not as innocent as you think.”

“Wait—what?” Chaz gasped. 

“Jesus, I’ve never told anyone this,” I exhaled, taking a seat next to Chaz on the bed. “My wife likes to peg my ass with a strap-on,” I confessed. “She enjoys the power dynamic. We saw an intimacy coach when our sex life was in the toilet after our kids were born, and he suggested we try pegging to sort of flip the script. My wife loves it.”

“But do you love it?” Chaz asked. “Taking a fake dick up your ass?”

“Yeah—I do,” I admitted freely. “I had to warm up to it at first, but I quickly learned that it feels really good. I’ve had some of the best orgasms of my life with that fake dick up my ass.”

“Have you ever thought of taking a real dick up your ass—you know, one that wasn’t made of latex?” Chaz inquired. 

“Yeah—I have,” I acknowledged, reaching for his crotch, rubbing his hard cock through his pants. “I’ve thought a lot about taking your cock.”

“Oh yeah?” Chaz smiled deviously, undoing his pants. “I should warn you that I’m a lot bigger than some six-inch strap-on that your wife uses on you. I’m hung like fuck.” 

The dude wasn’t kidding. 

“Holy fucking Christ,” I gasped as Chaz pulled out his cock. It was easily north of nine-inches, thick and veiny, crowned with a huge mushroom head that was already leaking precum. 

“You still want this big dick up your ass,” Chaz taunted, slapping that big piece of meat against his open palm. “You don’t have to take it, if it’s too big for you.”

“No—I—I want it,” I stammered, still in awe of its magnitude. “I want you to fuck me with that big cock.”

“You ever sucked a man’s cock?” he asked, swiping up the precum running down his shaft and forcing his finger into my mouth. A luscious taste of salty and sweet coated my tongue, whetting my appetite for more. “You ever had a dick down your throat?”

“No,” I admitted, reaching for his cock with my hand, bringing it to my lips. Chaz allowed me to lick up and down his thick shaft and then suck on that massive head before he grabbed the back of my head and forced his big cock down my throat. I gagged on it, unable to take it all the way.

“Don’t worry about that,” he laughed, extracting his cock from my throat. “I’m not looking for some head tonight. I want to fuck your ass.”

I then watched as Chaz stood up from the bed and removed his clothes, his big dick maintaining a rock-hard erection the entire time. He then rifled through his toiletry kit in the bathroom, producing a small bottle of lube. 

“How does your wife peg you?” he asked, greasing up his cock with lube, pumping it with his fist. “I bet she prefers missionary.”

“Yeah,” I confirmed. “She likes to look in my eyes when she’s pegging my ass.”

“Then roll over onto your stomach,” Chaz commanded. “We’re gonna play it a bit differently for you tonight. I want you to feel the weight of my body upon you as I wreck your hole from behind.”

Obediently, I opened my towel, discarding it on the floor before rolling onto my stomach. I was ass up on the bed, my hole presented to Chaz for his domination. 

“Fuck, you’ve got a pretty cunt,” Chaz marveled, climbing on the bed behind me and spreading my ass cheeks. His face was suddenly in my butt crack, his stache tickling my hole, his tongue probing at my orifice. 

“Christ, that feels good,” I exhaled as Chaz licked and sucked at my puckered sphincter, getting it ready for his big dick.

“I take it your wife doesn’t eat your hole before she pegs you,” Chaz assumed correctly. “I could eat your ass all night, but I’m more in the mood to fuck.”

And then I felt it, Chaz’s muscular body upon mine, his hairy chest pressed into my back. His rounded cock head was soon pressed against my hole, my sphincter bracing against the intrusion. And then with a swift thrust, Chaz was inside me. 

“FUCK,” I screamed, my voice echoing against the walls of the room as Chaz went balls deep in my void. “You’re so fucking big.”

“You’re just realizing this now?” he laughed, playfully biting my ear as he routed my fuck canal. He was employing a series of deep strokes, already exploring far deeper than my wife’s strap-on had ever been. 

“Is this your first time?” I inquired, my novice hole still on fire. “You know—your first time fucking a straight guy like me?”

“Hardly,” Chaz laughed openly. “If it wasn’t for straight guys, I wouldn’t have gotten laid as often as I did in college. Those frat boys sure love bending over when you get a few shots of tequila in them.”

He was pounding me hard, his hairy body slamming into me over and over. It was nothing like being pegged by my wife. The brutality of having a man inside of me, dominating me with his big cock, forcing me to submit to his animalistic desire, was a huge turn on. 

“Raise your ass,” Chaz commanded me. “Open that cunt for me.”

And then it happened. As I tilted my pelvis, raising my ass slightly above the mattress beneath me, I felt it. Chaz’s big cock pushed impossibly deep within me. There was a sudden change in pressure that felt like the pop of a champagne cork, another portal opening within me. 

“I just busted your second hole,” Chaz breathed in my ear, his thick stache tickling my cheek as he ravaged my quivering hole. He had breached my inner-sphincter, my eyes rolling back into my head. “I bet your wife can’t do that with that latex strap-on she pegs you with,” he laughed mockingly, his meaty hand gripping my neck. 

He was right. I had never been routed so deep. The sensation was incredible, my toes curling, waves of pleasure consuming my body as Chaz proceeded to fuck the living shit out of me. 

“You like being fucked by a real man?” he asked, his muscular arms sliding under my body, pulling me into him. “And not some fake dick attached to your wife?”

“Yes,” I croaked, nearly unable to breathe under his weight upon me, his balls slapping my hole with each deliberate thrust. “Your big cock feels so good inside me.”

And then I felt it—his cock expanding inside my fuck canal, his balls beginning to throb against my hole. Chaz was about to bust his nut in me and, in that moment, I had never wanted something more in my life than to take his seed. 

“You ready for my load?” he demanded urgently, battering my bowels. “You ready for me to breed this quivering cunt?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Fucking breed me.”

“FUCK,” he growled deeply, a cum bomb detonating inside me. I could feel every shot of his load as his big dick pulsed inside of my bowels, spewing his seed into my deepest recesses. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt, his body writhing atop me, consumed by the throes of an epic orgasm. 

Chaz stayed within me long after his orgasm had ceased, the last of his seed expelled from his balls. “Are you still hard?” I asked in disbelief. 

“Yeah,” he laughed. “I can go multiple rounds before going soft. I hope you like this big cock inside you, because it’s going to be a long night.”

Chaz dumped three more loads in me that night. We skipped the morning session of the conference and fucked our brains out, finally emerging from our hotel room for lunch. I returned home to my family three days later a changed man, my ass sore but completely fulfilled. 

My wife and kids threw their arms around me at the front door, welcoming me home. “I’ve missed you,” my wife kissed me. “I’m really wanting to peg your ass tonight,” she whispered in my ear seductively once the kids were out of range. 

“Yeah—about that,” I replied. “I’ve decided we’re gonna need to get you a bigger strap-on. I want the largest size available.”

I had gotten to the pool club early that day. My daughter Eliza had asked me to hang out with her and some of her friends at the pool, but I first wanted to enjoy the sauna in the men’s locker room. Well, to be honest, I was actually hoping to fuck some ass in the sauna. 

I had become a zaddy, according to my daughter. After the divorce from her mother, the frigid bitch, I started hitting the gym hard, completely overhauling my body. And the response I got was quite surprising—gay dudes loved me. Having a big cock between my legs only enhanced their attraction.

I was never one for labeling myself—gay, bi, straight. Who the fuck cares? All I really cared about was getting laid. And it became so easy to fuck these young, attractive, dudes who wanted my big, zaddy dick. 

The young hottie at the pool club that day was particularly eager for my dick. I spotted him staring at me in the locker room. He was handsome with a tight muscular body that was fanned in fur—an otter was the term I had only recently learned. Whatever he was, he was just the type I loved to fuck. 

With his eyes on me, I took my time changing out of my clothes, lingering at my locker completely naked, my hard-earned muscles on display, my big, floppy cock hanging between my hairy thighs. 

The young hottie was practically salivating, his eyes fixated on my big dick. I finally wrapped a white club towel around my waist, the outline of my thick cock pushing through the thin terry cloth. Giving a wink, I closed my locker and headed to the empty sauna. Game on. 

I had barely taken a seat on the sauna bench, the warm air enveloping my body, when the young hottie joined me, a towel around his waist. He took the bench opposite me. I laughed inwardly as his eyes consumed me, taking in every inch of my body. Subtlety was not his strength. 

I waited for him to make the first move, to initiate the dance. The truth was I didn’t like coming off as an older predator, and instead enjoyed being pursued by a younger man. It didn’t take long for him to advance his pawn. 

“Hot in here,” he observed, attempting to engage me, his eyes traversing my muscular body. 

“Yeah,” I replied, shifting my weight, allowing my towel to gape open, a tantalizing glimpse of my big cock coming into view. 

“You—uh—you from around here?” he asked next, his eyes glued to my big dick. 

Sure, I could continue the pretext, making small talk that would eventually lead to him offering up his ass to me. But I was feeling impatient, knowing I soon had to meet my daughter at the pool. Ignoring his attempt at banter, I decided to get the party started. 

“You want this cock?” I offered boldly, opening up my towel fully, my hard eight-incher springing to attention. 

“Fuck yes,” he exclaimed, undoing his towel and tossing it onto the bench with mine. 

He dropped to his knees, taking my big one into his mouth, licking and sucking on it, readying it for his hole. When he had gotten me good and wet, he climbed on top of me. With his hands resting on my shoulders, he planted his two feet on either side of me on the bench. Lowering himself down on me, he sat on my cock, taking me into him. 

“Fuuuck,” I exhaled, the warmness of his fuck canal embracing my big cock. Sliding all the way down on me, my balls mashed against his sphincter, he ground his ass on my big dick. 

“Christ, you’re big,” he marveled, gripping my thick shaft with his tight sphincter. “I love riding a big-dicked daddy like you.”

This big-dicked daddy was loving the ride. Deftly, he pushed himself up and down on his meaty thighs, pounding hard on my cock over and over, my balls smacking his ass with each downbeat. 

I’m not going to lie, I had fucked countless guys in that perpetually empty sauna—the place felt like my personal fuck pad. But never had my cock been inside such a talented bottom. His skill at taking dick was incredible. 

Expertly, he twerked his ass on my big dick, all while gripping me tight from within. With his hands grappling my shoulders, he bobbed up and down, gyrating on my big cock. I moved my hands to his meaty ass, guiding him to the rhythm that would get me off. 

With the sauna kicking into full gear, we were sweating profusely, a wet smacking sound echoing against the wood-paneled walls as he rode me harder and harder, my big cock pushing deeper into him. I didn’t want the ride to end, but my full balls had other plans. 

“You want my cum?” I demanded. “You want me to seed this fucking hole?”

“Yes, sir. Breed me,” he begged, wrapping his arms around me while tightening his sphincter. “Shoot that load in me.” And so I did. 

“FUCK,” I growled, my head jerking back and hitting the wood paneling behind me as my cock discharged into his depths. 

“Mmm yeah,” he moaned, grinding down hard on me as my cock throbbed, spewing my seed into his void. 

“Damn, you know how to ride a cock,” I praised him as he dismounted, my pearly load gushing from his gaping hole and raining down upon my spent cock. 

“Thanks,” he smiled bending down to lick my cummy cock clean. “I wasn’t going to leave this locker room without getting that big dick in me.”

We then parted ways, exiting the sauna and each taking a separate shower stall. Knowing I had to soon meet my daughter, I took great care in washing away the heady funk of man-on-man sex from my body.

The young hottie wasn’t in the locker room when I emerged from the showers, my spent cock squeaky clean and swinging between my legs. Noting the clock on the wall, I realized that I was a few minutes late to meet my daughter and her friends. I quickly pulled on my swim trunks and headed to the pool. 

“There you are, Daddy,” Eliza smiled broadly, coming in for a hug when I found her waiting for me by the entrance to the men’s locker room. 

“Where are your friends?” I asked as we finished our embrace, noting that Eliza was alone. 

“Just one friend today,” Eliza informed me, gesturing to a young man standing by the pool. “I’m seeing a new guy. His name is Jake, and I’m excited for you to meet him. He’s amazing, and I know you’re going to love him.”

Jake’s handsome face froze as Eliza and I approached him. His hairy, muscular body looked like it had been poured into a pair of snug board shorts. The look on his face was abject terror, the frightening realization that his girlfriend’s dad had just seeded his ass. 

“You must be Jake,” I smiled, reaching out to shake his hand, attempting to diffuse a tense situation. “Eliza tells me you’re an amazing guy.”

“Y—Y—Yes, sir,” he stuttered, pumping my hand like I had just pumped his ass. “It’s—uh—it’s really great to finally meet you, sir.”

We made small talk for a few awkward minutes, Jake fidgeting, stammering, and unable to look me in the eye. Eliza finally sent him to the pool bar for a pitcher of margaritas. 

“I don’t know why Jake is so nervous,” Eliza shrugged, concern on her face. “He’s not normally like this.”

“It can be intimidating when you first meet your girlfriend’s dad,” I noted. 

“I guess that’s it,” Eliza nodded. “I was going to suggest we all get dinner together after the pool, but now I’m not so sure it’s a good idea.”

“I’ve got a better plan,” I offered. “Why don’t I take Jake to dinner—just him and me? I think some one-on-one time with me is what he needs.”

“Oh, Daddy, that would be wonderful,” Eliza threw her arms around me. “And I don’t want to scare you—but I’m already thinking that Jake is the man I want to marry.”

“Jake would make a great addition to our family, my darling,” I kissed Eliza upon her head, my cock already eager to get back inside Jake’s tight hole that night. Maybe I could get him to start calling me Daddy while he rides me?

“I’m Officer Cooper,” he had introduced himself earlier that afternoon when I met him in the lobby of the police station. I tried to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor, my eyes appraising every inch of this hunky man. “You must be Ryan,” he extended his hand cordially. 

“Yeah, I’m here to ride you—shit—I mean, I’m here to ride with you today,” I stammered as he crushed my hand in his meaty paw. 

“Sounds good,” Officer Cooper smiled, ignoring my Freudian slip as he released my hand and examined the ride-along form that I had submitted. “It says here that you’re riding along with me today for a class you’re taking?”

“Uh—yeah,” I nodded. “I’m in a criminal justice class at Springdale Tech this semester, and we can get extra credit if we go on a ride-along.”

“You think you might want to go into law enforcement?” he asked, his eyes appraising my scrawny body. “Wear a badge like mine some day?” 

“I dunno—maybe,” I lied. 

“Well, I had no clue what the fuck I wanted to do with my life at your age,” he chuckled. “So you’re already one step ahead of me by checking out the police force.”

Officer Cooper went over some basic rules with me as we drove off in his squad car, explaining the common 10 codes that I might hear over the radio. I tried to pay attention to him, but his bulging package was too much of a distraction as I wondered how I could get his big cock in me. 

We soon had two calls. A code 10-37 for a burglary turned out to be a man climbing through his own window when he’d lost his key. And we were sent to an apartment complex for a code 10–16, a domestic disturbance that turned out to be nothing more than a couple having really loud sex. 

Things were kind of slow after that, so Officer Cooper treated me to coffee and donuts. We were sitting in his squad car, enjoying our treat, when he got a personal call on his phone. 

“I told you I’m scheduled 3 to 11 today,” he hissed into the phone. “I can’t watch Hannah. It’s not my night, and it’s not my fucking problem if you’ve got a date with some douchebag.”

“Fucking cunt,” he spat upon ending the call. “Sorry you had to hear that,” he turned to me. “My wife and I just got a divorce and we’re still working out the custody issues with our daughter.”

“I’m—I’m sorry to hear that,” I offered feebly. 

“The only thing I’m sorry about is that I didn’t wrap my cock when I knocked up that fuckin’ bitch on our second date,” he spat. “Would’ve saved me from nearly ten years of fucking misery. Never raw dog a bitch, you understand me?”

“I don’t need to worry about getting a girl pregnant,” I confessed candidly. “I’m gay.”

“Oh yeah?” Officer Cooper turned his head towards me, his eyes appraising me. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as gay,” he stated unconvincingly. 

“My parents are divorced,” I tried to offer some empathy. “So I know what it’s like. My dad was a mess the first year until he got on Tinder and started getting laid again.”

“Tinder,” Officer Cooper spat. “Between my night shifts on the force and taking care of my daughter on the other nights, I don’t have time for Tinder. The only action my cock sees anymore is my right hand,” he pumped his open fist, making the sign for jacking off. 

I wanted to offer up my ass to him right then and there. But I was too afraid that Officer Cooper would beat the shit out of some brazen faggot who had the nerve to proposition a cop in his own squad car. And so I remained silent as we each sipped our coffee in silence. 

“I gotta piss,” he announced, slipping the car into drive, pulling out onto the roadway. “This coffee goes right through me.”

We were soon at Memorial Park, a run-down city park just up the road. Officer Cooper quickly parked the squad car next to the graffitied public restrooms. “You need to drain the vein?” he asked as he got out of the car. 

“I’m—I’m good,” I hesitated as he closed the door. “I’ll wait here in the car.”

What the fuck was wrong with me? Officer Cooper had practically invited me into the men’s room with him. He knew that I was gay. And he confessed to being in need of sex following his recent divorce. I just needed to follow him into that men’s room and offer up my ass to him. 

“I’m almost done,” he stated as I entered the men’s room, his thick cock in his hand, aiming his golden stream into the dirty urinal. 

Wordlessly, I positioned myself in the adjacent toilet stall that was opposite the sinks. Leaving the stall door open, I dropped the back of my shorts, presenting my eager ass to him. Time dragged at an excruciating pace as I listened to his diminishing stream before the urinal flushed. The moment of truth had arrived. 

“Christ Almighty,” he cursed upon finding me, my ass ripe for the taking. “I should’ve known you were after this big cock,” he unzipped himself, his big dick stretching perpendicular to his body. “Is that what you want, bitch? This big cock up your ass?”

“Yes,” I planted my hands on the wall above the toilet, my knotted hole begging to be pulverized. “Fuck me with that big cock, Officer. Fucking wreck my cunt.”

I listened as he hawked a wad of saliva onto the head of his cock before pushing it against my sphincter. His meaty hands gripped my hips, pulling me into him. And then—WHAM—Officer Cooper was inside of me. 

“Jesus, you’ve gotta sweet cunt on you, boy,” he marveled, thrusting deep inside me. “I can’t remember the last time I had pussy this good. You like this big dick up your ass?” he queried. 

“Your big cock feels so good inside me,” I moaned, riding that thin line between pleasure and pain. My hole was on fire, and I desperately needed more spit. But I gritted my teeth, not wanting to jeopardize the intense fucking that Officer Cooper was delivering to my bowels. 

“Yeah—open that cunt for me,” he directed with his hand on my back, pushing my upper body lower as he raised my ass. Instantly, his big dick slid further into my recesses, my eyes rolling back into my head as he pounded my inner-sphincter. 

Christ, the man was a fuck machine, hammering my quivering cunt with brutal force. He was punishing my hole with all of his frustrations—his bitch of an ex-wife, his inability to get laid following his divorce. All that anger was directed at my hole, and I was loving it. 

Officer Cooper moved his hands to my shoulders, altering his angle once more. His balls smacked my ass repetitively, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls. He was grunting hard, his breathing intensifying, his cock swelling within me. The dude was about to cum, and there was no turning back. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” he announced, his balls throbbing against my hole. “You ready for my nut?”

“Breed me,” I begged. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“FUCK,” he grunted loudly, his body convulsing as he flooded my guts. His big dick pulsed over and over, spewing his warm seed into my depths. “FUCK,” he grunted one last time, thrusting deep within my cummy void as his balls finally reached empty. 

“I wondered if you were gonna offer up your ass to me,” he confessed while pulling out of me, a gaping hole left in his wake. “I didn’t want to say anything at first, but I had pegged you as gay fairly quickly.”

“How did you know?” I asked, reaching for some toilet paper, trying to stem the deluge of cum that was gushing from my wrecked cunt. “Am I that obviously gay?”

“Well, you shake hands like a six-year old girl,” he laughed boisterously. “And you also order coffee like one. A mocha frappe with whipped cream and extra chocolate sprinkles? No straight dude orders that.”

But before I could respond, Officer Cooper dislodged his radio from his belt. “All units—we gotta 10-71 in the men’s room at Memorial Park. I repeat—a 10-71 in the men’s room at Memorial Park.”

“Code 10-71? What does that mean?”

“That means we gotta dude bent over taking dick in a men’s room,” he smacked my ass. “I hope you’re in the mood for some more cock, boy. Like me, most of the guys on the force are often hard up for a warm hole. You’re gonna have a long night ahead of you.”

High school had been rough for my son Bryce. As the only gay boy in a small, conservative school, he had a hard time fitting in. But college changed all that. By the end of his freshman year, he had two best buddies, Preston and Jax, who were also openly gay. 

The three boys weren’t a throuple, my son was quick to point out—there was nothing romantic between them. They just liked to hang out by day and fuck each other senselessly by night. Kids these days. 

It was Bryce’s idea to invite Preston and Jax to join us for a beach weekend for my fortieth birthday, and I readily agreed. Recently divorced from Bryce’s mom, a boys weekend felt like a great way for me to celebrate a new chapter in my life, and for Bryce to get some quality time with his buds.

The boys weekend seemed like a good idea—until I spent the first night wide awake until 2 am, listening to the three studs having a fuckfest in the upstairs loft. Three hours of raw, animalistic sex, like something out of Lord of the Flies. Grunting, moaning, pounding, skin slapping skin. It was like a porno was being filmed upstairs—and I wasn’t invited. 

Was I angry? Of course not. Boys will be boys. And I was glad my son had found his group—and was getting his rocks off so spectacularly. 

But was I jealous? Fuck yes. I hadn’t had sex in over a year, not yet ready to forge into the dating scene after a messy divorce with Bryce’s mom. It was depressing to be turning forty—my sexual prime—and the only action I was getting was with my right hand. 

But standing there on the beach that morning, I was happy for my son and his two best buddies as I snapped their photo, even if they had kept me awake the night before. And I was looking forward to celebrating my birthday with the three boys that night. Bryce promised it was “gonna be lit.”

We started with dinner at the crab shack just over the bridge, followed by cake back at the beach house. Bryce kept alluding to some “awesome” gift he had planned for me, but I forgot about it when the boys produced a bottle of tequila and insisted that we do shots. 

I can’t hold my tequila, never could. But I couldn’t allow myself to look like a pussy in front of my son and his buddies. I didn’t want to be a party pooper. And so, with the boys, I downed six tequila shots in rapid succession. 

Things got murky for me after that. I must have blacked out at some point. I had a vague recollection of being dragged to my bedroom, succumbing to the sweet bliss of a drunken slumber in my bed. 

The dream was vivid. I was in bed with my ex-wife—an absurdity, as I hated the bitch. And she was sucking my big cock—also an absurdity as she always refused to go down on me. In the dream, I looked down at her as she gobbled lasciviously on my big dick, moaning, sucking, and slapping it against her cheek. It was the best head I’d ever had—real or not.

But then something happened. The dream started to fade as reality crept into my psyche. I was suddenly awake, shocked to find my ex-wife was only an illusion. Yet one thing was real. My cock was definitely being sucked—by my son’s buddy Preston. 

“Mmm yeah,” Preston moaned, saliva stringing from his lips to my hard cock, his hand gripping it at the base. “I fucking love a big dick.”

“I want a turn,” demanded Jax, who had been sucking my nipples, my chest hair matted with his saliva. “You’re hogging that big cock.”

My mind reeled as Jax switched places with Preston. Jax was soon deep throating my dick, my balls mashed against his chin. 

“Where’s Bryce?” I asked, my voice horse from sleep and alcohol, my eyes scanning the dark room, terrified that Bryce would be angry that I was hooking up with his buddies. “Where’s my son?”

“Shhh,” Preston hushed me, his finger to my lips, his tongue licking my neck. “Don’t worry about Bryce. He’s in bed. Just enjoy the ride.”

Preston’s lips moved to mine, kissing me deeply. Our tongues danced as Jax continued to suck me like a Hoover. Then there was a pause, a change in pressure on my cock. Jesus, it felt incredible—unlike any blowjob I had ever received. 

I disengaged from Preston’s lips, eager to look down at Jax sucking my dick, wondering how he was able to make my cock feel so amazing. The answer was unexpected—Jax was riding me. 

“Fuck yeah,” Jax moaned, his head tipped back in ecstasy, my big cock up his ass, his tight sphincter gripping me as he bounced up and down on me. 

I had never fucked a guy before, but I knew immediately that it was the best hole my cock had ever experienced. A small voice in my head told me to stop the ride, that this was fucked up, that a man isn’t suppose to have a threesome with his son’s best buds. But my cock had another opinion on the matter, and it won out as Jax rode me like a stallion.

Just as the rhythm was getting good, just as that warm tingle was beginning in my balls, Preston pushed Jax off me, my cock popping out of his hole audibly, thudding against my thigh. “It’s my fucking turn to ride him,” Preston announced, mounting me.

“Mmm yeah,” he moaned. “Your big cock feels so good in my pussy. You’re even bigger than your son. I fucking love daddy dick.”

Preston was grinding hard on me, twerking on my rod up and down, up and down. Christ, the boy had moves. He was taking me deep, riding me like he was on a pogo stick. His eyes started to roll back into his head as a low moan began to build from within him. His hard cock, slapping up and down against my hairy abs began to swell.

“FUCK,” he cried, his cock erupting while my dick was still up his ass, his cum spraying all over my hairy chest and abs. Jax dove on top of me, licking up Preston’s cum as he continued to spray a huge fucking load.

Within him, Preston’s fuck canal constricted, pulsing around my cock. The feeling was absurdly intense. He was literally milking my cock from inside his bowels. I couldn’t hold back any longer, my cock swelling in response, my balls releasing months of pent-up tension.

“SHIT—FUCK,” I grunted, my load shooting into Preston’s void, my body convulsing under him. 

“That’s it—fucking breed me,” he pleaded, my cock throbbing inside of him, my white gold gilding his bowels. 

Preston dismounted as the last of my cum dripped from my cock, crashing on the bed next to me. Jax was immediately on my cock, liking and sucking the last bit of ball batter out of me. I was exhausted—drained both physically and mentally. I craved slumber. But sleep was not in the cards.

“You’re still hard,” Jax remarked, still sucking my spent cock. How was it possible? I was never the type of guy to go multiple rounds. And yet, I was still rock hard seconds after breeding Preston. 

Going with the flow, I flipped Jax onto his back, pushed his knees to his chest, and plunged my wet, cummy cock into him. “Fuck me,” he begged. “Fuck me like a bitch.”

Aiming to please, I began to pound the hell out of Jax, his toes curling as I planked above him, my cock routing his depths. I had almost forgot about Preston, when I felt a wet sensation against my hole—his tongue probing my sphincter. Jesus, it felt amazing. And as I continued to pound Jax’s quivering cunt, Preston inserted one and then two fingers into my wet hole.

Holy fuck. The sensation of having something up my ass while I was fucking was beyond intense—unparalleled to anything I had ever experienced.  My cock was suddenly the hardest it had ever been, battering Jax’s hole. But the most shocking part was how quickly I needed to cum—again.

“FUCKING CHRIST,” I growled, my second load of the night exploding inside of Jax, his nails scratching into my back as I seeded him with incredible force.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned. “I can feel you cumming inside me. Jesus, it feels so good.”

Preston removed his fingers from my ass just as I pulled out of Jax, my cum spilling from his gaping hole. As I rolled over onto the mattress, Preston dove into Jax’s hole with his tongue and ate my load from that wrecked cunt. 

I got up to piss, and when I stumbled back to the bed, Preston was balls deep in Jax’s cummy hole, begging me to mount him while he fucked Jax. I obliged, sandwiching Preston between Jax and me, pumping out my third load of the night. 

It got hazy after that—my mind in some sort of tantric stupor. I surrendered my body to their carnal desires, as Jax and Preston worshipped my cock, treating me like some sort of sex demigod. 

The last thing I remember was noticing a dark figure sitting in a chair at the corner of the bedroom—I thought it was my son, but I couldn’t see his face. Had Bryce been there the entire time—watching his own father having depraved sex with his buddies? Everything went dark after that. 

I awoke naked in bed the next morning, the sheets still damp with sweat, sex, and cum—proof that all I had experienced was no figment of my imagination. Jax and Preston were gone. Despite being slightly hungover, I felt a sense of euphoria, having just experienced the best sex of my life. Forty was going to be a great year. 

I dragged myself to the shower, washing the pungent funk of man sex off my body. Clean and fresh, a bathrobe tied loosely at my waist, I discovered my son Bryce at the kitchen table. 

“Where’s Preston and Jax?” I asked Bryce as he shoveled leftover birthday cake into his mouth for breakfast. 

“They’re still asleep,” Bryce answered. 

“Listen, son,” I began awkwardly. “There’s something I need to tell you. Last night, I—uh—I sort of—”

“You fucked Jax and Preston.”

“Yes,” I admitted. “But please don’t be pissed off at me. It all happened so—”

“Pissed off?” Bryce laughed. “Why would I be pissed off? It was my idea for you to fuck them, my gift to you. I’ve been planning it for weeks. I thought it might make your fortieth birthday—memorable.”

“It was definitely memorable,” I laughed, mussing up his hair like when he was a little kid. “You devious little shit. I love the hell out of you.”

The four of us—Bryce, Jax, Preston, and I—enjoyed our last day at the beach together. I grilled up some shrimp for dinner, and we finished up the last of the birthday cake over a contentious game of Scrabble. 

Another bottle of tequila appeared late that night, and a debaucherous fuckfest ensued amongst the four of us. Now before you jump to conclusions—no, I did not fuck my own son. That would be wrong. But did both of our big cocks end up in Jax at the same time while Preston sucked on our balls? I’ll never tell. 

Although I was young, straight(ish), and had a girlfriend, I loved nothing more than fucking a hot, hairy, muscular daddy. Bonus points if he had a beard. So when a new, bearded, hairy DILF showed up at the gym late one afternoon, I knew I had to get my big cock inside his hairy hole. And from the way the daddy was checking me out, I knew I had a chance.

“You new to the gym?” I broke the ice when we were alone in the sauna, my eyes drinking in his delicious body, flimsy towels covering our junk. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“Yeah, I’m just here on a day pass,” he explained. “I’m in town for the weekend visiting family. I’ve spent the last four hours cramped in a stuffy airplane, and needed a workout,” he shared while looking straight at my tenting towel.

“You married?” I inquired, not seeing a wedding band on him. 

“Nah—not anymore,” he smiled deviously. “I left my wife about ten years ago. I’m sure you can guess why I divorced her,” he licked his lips, staring at my crotch again. 

“You’re fucking hot,” I declared, seeing no reason to beat around the bush any further. I then reached over and caressed his furry pecs. “I love all this man fur you’ve got.”

“Thanks,” he winked, sliding his hand under my towel and stroking my hard cock. “You’re young enough to be my son, but I’m flattered you’re into me. I could really use some dick. My hotel is right across the street. Want to come fuck my ass with that big cock?”

Twenty minutes later, I was balls deep in his furry hole upon his hotel bed. He wanted me missionary so that I could dominate him. His muscular, hairy legs were wrapped around my meaty ass, my cock routing his warm depths. Christ, the daddy knew how to take a big dick. 

“Fuck, your big cock feels so good up my ass,” he moaned in ecstasy, rocking his pelvis, matching my rhythm. “I can’t believe I’m being topped by such a hot, young stud. You have a girlfriend?” he inquired. 

“Yes,” I nodded, treating his hole to some deep, steady strokes. “We’ve been together about a year now.”

“Damn,” he exclaimed. “I bet she loves creaming on your big cock.” 

“Yeah, she fucking loves my big dick,” I acknowledged. “She jumped my bones on our first date, begging me to raw dog her and smash her pussy with my big one. Thank god for Plan B,” I laughed. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he exclaimed, his hands on my ass, pulling me deeper into his greedy cunt. “I want you to breed me, just like that bitch you’ve got. Seed my hole like you seed her pussy.”

Emboldened by his desire to be bred, I picked up the pace and began to pummel his ass at a dizzying pace. I was jackhammering him hard, the headboard of the hotel bed banging the wall in sync with the rhythmic slap of my balls against his hole. I couldn’t hold back, ready to empty my balls inside him. 

“You want my load?” I demanded, thrusting deep in his bowels. “You want me to seed this hairy hole?”

“YES,” he screamed, locking his sphincter around the base of my swollen shaft. “Dump that load in me.”

“You’re about to get your wish,” I assured him, my balls throbbing, the pressure in my shaft building. “FUCK—Here it comes—OH SHIT—Yeah, take my fuckin’ nut—FUCK—SHIT.”

“Mmm, yeah,” he moaned, my load flooding his guts. “Breed me just like you breed your bitch. Your cum is so warm inside me.”

When my balls reached empty, my spent cock slowly going soft, I pulled out of the daddy. Sitting back on my knees, I admired the hot, hairy bod that I had just fucked. I watched proudly as my pearly load dripped from his gaping, hairy hole.

“That was fucking hot, man,” he exhaled as he stretched and put one arm behind his head. “I wish you could stay for another round, but I gotta get in the shower now. I’m having dinner with my daughter tonight. She just got engaged and I’m meeting her fiancé for the first time.”

I turned white. It felt like I’d just been kicked in the stomach, the air knocked out of me. It couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be true.

“Wait. Is your daughter named Becca?” I demanded, terror in my voice. “Oh, Christ. Are you Mr. Bannerman?!”

The look of horror upon his face confirmed my worst fears.

“Uh—this is my room,” Josh retorted with a playful wink. “I’m sorry. We can go to Ryan’s room if you need to study.”

“Nah, it’s cool,” I shrugged. “I’m just glad I didn’t walk in on you two doing more than just kissing.”

I met Adam the day he moved into the house next door. The moving van had barely left when he knocked on my door, introducing himself and asking to borrow a drill to hang a flag mount next to his front door.

“That’s some flag,” I observed when Adam returned the drill later that afternoon. A large rainbow flag was hanging outside his door, catching the breeze. “I take it you’re—uh—gay.”

“Yeah,” he smiled broadly. “Gotta show my pride.”

Though the flag gave me a moment of pause, my wife was unfazed. “We should host a cookout for Adam and welcome him to the neighborhood,” Mandy suggested as soon as Adam had left. “We could invite all the neighbors so everyone can meet him.”

“I dunno,” I hesitated. “I’m not sure—”

“Don’t be a homophobic jerk,” Mandy chastised me. “Adam seems like a really nice guy, and we should get to know him.”

Of course, my wife was right. At the cookout we hosted for Adam the next Saturday, the whole neighborhood was taken with him. He was smart and funny as hell, cracking jokes that had everyone in stitches. For being the only gay guy in the neighborhood, Adam fit right in seamlessly. 

“I heard you’re getting the snip next month,” my buddy Dereck announced as a bunch of us guys stood around the beer cooler, shooting the breeze with Adam. “My balls swelled up to the size of grapefruits when I had it done,” Dereck shared. “But after three days of icing my boys with bags of frozen peas, I was good as new.”

“Good to know,” I replied. “Honestly, I don’t know why Mandy is making me do it. I couldn’t tell you the last time she spread her legs for me. I didn’t even get birthday sex this year.”

“I hear you, bro,” my buddy Ryan clinked beer bottles with me. “Seems like my wife is always too tired, or has a headache, or is pissed off at me about something. The only action I ever get is from my right hand.”

“Sorry, Adam,” I apologized, noticing he was wide-eyed by the topic of conversation. “I’m sure the last thing you want to listen to is a bunch of hard-up married guys complaining that they never get laid.”

“It’s all good,” Adam laughed. “But it does make me thankful that I’m gay. If I want to get laid, all I have to do is open an app, or sit in the gym sauna for like five minutes,” he joked in jest.

“I’m sorry about all that guy talk about our frigid wives earlier,” I apologized again to Adam as the party was winding down. He and I were in a couple of lawn chairs, drinking beers by the fire pit. “We didn’t mean to bore you.”

“Really, it’s no big deal,” Adam laughed. “It was—enlightening, to say the least. You think you might want to come over to my place for a beer later tonight?”

“Thanks, but we still got a shit ton of beer here,” I gestured to the cooler. 

“I wasn’t suggesting that we actually drink beer,” Adam smiled deviously, his eyes focused on my crotch. 

“Oh—Jesus,” I stammered, suddenly realizing in my drunken beer haze that Adam wanted me to fuck him. “I’m flattered, dude—really I am. But I don’t swing that way. I don’t fuck guys.”

“Most married guys say that—at first,” Adam countered. “But once they try fucking a dude, they change their minds. I’ve been fucked by countless guys like you—straight and married but not getting any action at home. You just need an easy hole, a place to dump your load. I can be that easy hole for you.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I don’t fuck guys,” I doubled down. “I oughta say goodnight to the rest of our guests and help Mandy clean up,” I stood up to take my leave. “Thanks for coming over tonight, Adam. Welcome to the neighborhood.”

My mind was reeling as I said my goodbyes to our neighbors and began to collect the paper plates, soda cans, and beer bottles that littered our backyard. Where did Adam get off on offering up his ass to me? Sure, I needed to get my rocks off in the worst way, but that didn’t mean I was willing to stick my dick in some slutty gay dude. What I needed to do was to assert myself in my marriage and exercise my conjugal rights as a husband. 

“That was a great party,” I wrapped my arms around Mandy as she washed a large platter in the kitchen sink, my hard cock pressed up against her ass through my shorts. “The kids are in bed. How about we leave the rest of this cleaning for the morning and go upstairs for some fun?” I suggested, my tongue in her ear. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” my wife pulled away from me. “Do you know how exhausted I am from hosting fifty people at our house tonight? And you expect me to now go upstairs and wrap my legs around you while you heave and sweat on top of me?”

“Babe, don’t get mad,” I tried to subdue her. “I just thought it could be fun to blow off some steam together.”

“You wanna blow off some steam?”she yelled, tossing a sponge into the sink. “Then go for a run.”

“Fine,” I shouted back, stripping off my shirt and reaching for my runners by the kitchen door. “I’m going for a long run. Don’t wait up for me.”

I stood in my driveway motionless, the cool night air kissing my bare chest. I didn’t feel like a run. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to destroy a cunt with my big dick. And then I looked over at Adam’s house. I could see the lights on in his living room, the flicker of his television through the slatted blinds. 

Drawing closer to his windows, I could see that Adam was watching gay porn—a dude fucking another dude atop a bed. There was something primal, almost animalistic, about the way they fucked. Two men enjoying each other’s manly bodies. One dominating the other. 

“Is everything okay?” Adam asked moments later as he opened his door to me upon my urgent knock. 

“You want this cock?” I offered, standing before him in nothing but a pair of shorts, groping my bulge for emphasis. 

“Christ, I thought you might sleep on my offer,” Adam laughed. “I didn’t expect you to show up tonight.”

“You want this big dick or not?” I persisted. 

“Fuck yes,” Adam exclaimed, pulling me inside. “Your wife know that you’re here?”

“No—she thinks I’m out for a run.”

“Good, let’s keep it that way,” he led me up the stairs to his bedroom. “You want me missionary or doggy?” he asked, stripping down and reaching for a bottle of lube on his bed table. 

“Doggy—for certain,” I answered, stepping out of my shorts. “No offense, but I’d rather not have to look at your face while I’m pounding your ass.”

“Christ, you’re hung,” he gasped, admiring my cock while slathering lube into his hole. “It’s no wonder your wife doesn’t want you to fuck her with that hole splitter.”

“It’s a big one,” I gloated, slapping it against my open hand. 

“Let’s get that big dick in me,” Adam ordered, positioning himself on all fours atop his bed. “I want you to fuck the shit out of me.”

Dutifully, I climbed onto the bed and took my place behind Adam. Gripping him by the hips, I aimed my engorged cock head at his puckered hole and shoved right into him. 

“FUCK,” he screamed, gripping the sheets from under him. “You’re thick as fuck.”

“Yeah, bitch—take this fat cock,” I growled, pummeling his hole. “I’m not stopping until I’ve shot my load in you.”

Christ, his cunt was amazing—easily the best hole that I’d ever experienced. I’m not embarrassed to admit that I fucked a lot of girls before I married my wife, and no bitch’s pussy could compare with Adam’s man cunt. 

“That’s it—fuck me deep,” he begged, twerking on my big one. He was gripping my cock at the base, his sphincter pulsing around my shaft, milking out my load. 

“You like this big dick in your tight hole?” I asked, slapping his ass with my open palm. “Is this what you wanted when you offered up your cunt to me at the party tonight?”

“Yes—I wanted your cock so bad,” he answered, rocking his hips, matching the rhythm of my deep thrusts. “I love getting dicked down by a hung, married stud like you.”

Imagining all the fellow married guys who had used Adam’s cunt only turned me on all the more, my boner growing even more rigid inside of him. I began to jackhammer him harder, pummeling his quivering cunt, showing no mercy. 

“FUCK,” he screamed as I proceeded to pound the shit out of him on top of his bed, my big dick routing his depths. Gripping his shoulders, I thrusted deeper, my left hand moving up his neck, pulling his head back. My orgasm was imminent, my balls throbbing. 

“You gonna take my cum?” I demanded, my cock swelling inside his tight cunt, expanding against the walls of his fuck canal. “You gonna let me dump my load in you, bitch?”

“Yes—seed me hole,” Adam begged, writhing on my big rod. “Fucking breed me.”

“You’re about to get it,” I warned, his sphincter gripping my shaft, pulling me into his depths. “Don’t stop—that’s it—keep going—OH FUCK—SHIT—FUCK.”

“Mmm, yeah. I can feel you cumming in me,” he moaned as my cock erupted, spewing my warm load into his deepest recesses. I collapsed upon him, driving him into the mattress as my balls continued to empty inside him, my seed swimming in his bowels. 

“Christ, I needed that,” I pulled out of him, my pearly load dripping from his gaping hole. “You’ve got a cunt made for cock.”

“That—was—fucking—incredible,” he panted breathlessly, his body immobile upon the bed. 

“I better get back home before the wife suspects anything,” I announced, pulling my shorts back on, stuffing my wet cock back inside them. I was soon out the door, leaving Adam curled up in a fetal position upon his bed, my load still leaking from his wrecked hole. 

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Mandy said groggily, awakening as I tiptoed into our bedroom moments later. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”

“I’m sorry, too,” I replied, dripping in sweat as I stripped out of my shorts, my spent cock hanging between my legs. “I’m gonna jump in the shower before hitting the sack.”

“You feel better after your run?”

“Yes, babe—I feel fucking amazing,” I admitted, ambling into the bathroom. “I think I’m going to start running every night before bed.”

“Maybe you could invite Adam to join you some night?” my wife called out to me as I turned on the shower. “I bet he likes to run. He looked really fit.”

“That’s a great idea,” I called back. “I think I’d enjoy pounding the pavement with Adam every night. There’s no better release.”

By the time Noah had turned eighteen, the fact that he was gay was no secret. I had walked in on him giving brojobs to more than half the guys in our neighborhood while our parents were at work. Growing up, my buddies often came by our house to play video games. But now they more often came by to feed a load to Noah. 

And who could blame them? Noah had a reputation for giving killer head. And he was discreet. He wasn’t going to go blabbing to the neighborhood or your girlfriend that he had sucked you off. For those reasons, Noah was a popular, well-fed cocksucker. His only frustration was that I wouldn’t give my cock to him. 

Don’t get me wrong, I had no issue with straight guys like me using some gay kid like my brother to get their rocks off. Life is too short to constantly jerk your own meat when a willing cocksucker is glad to work that nut out for you. My only problem with my little brother was just that—he was my little brother. 

I wasn’t hung up on any type of morals or puritanical ideals. I barely knew what the word incest meant. Rather, the thought of sticking my dick in my brother’s mouth was just sort of weird to me. We had grown up together, privy to each other’s disgusting quirks and habits. Noah’s lips kissed our mother at bedtime every night—they weren’t supposed to be wrapped around my cock. 

Noah felt differently, of course. I was, quite literally, an untapped source of cum for him. How easy his life would be if he could lie around the house, sucking my cock all day. Noah was determined to suck me off, and soon launched an aggressive plan to get my dick down his throat—by annoying the shit out of me. 

Noah followed me all over the house, begging to suck me. He climbed under the breakfast table and tried to pull down my shorts. He ambushed me in the shower, reaching for my soapy cock. He climbed into bed with me at two in the morning, his head under the covers. But each time, I was steadfast, batting him away, telling him to leave me the fuck alone. 

I held strong week after week, month after month. But little by little, Noah had chipped away at my resolve. I was tired of the constant pressure. If getting him off my back meant feeding him a load, I was finally prepared to do it—even if it meant interrupting my afternoon PlayStation time. 

“Let me suck you,” Noah begged, his eyes pleading with me. He was on his knees, between my legs as I relaxed on the living room couch, the PlayStation controller in my hand. “Please Lucas,” he persisted. “I want to taste your cum. Please feed me.”

“Fine—have at it,” I tossed the game controller on the couch. “You’re never gonna leave me alone until I pump my nut down your throat.”

“You’re—you’re serious?” Noah hesitated in disbelief. “This isn’t some joke? You’re actually going to—”

“Hurry the fuck up,” I interrupted him, propping my arms behind my head. “We don’t have a lot of time before Mom and Dad get home from work.”

“We won’t need much time,” my brother assured me. “I’ll have you nutting down my throat in no time.”

He went to work quickly, yanking down my shorts, tossing them next to me on the couch. My eight-incher sprung to attention, nearly smacking Noah in the eye.

“Your dick looks just like mine,” Noah marveled, gripping it at the base, rotating it slightly to examine it from all sides. “You’re just as thick as me, and we’ve even got the same vein running up the right side. This is so fucking hot—it’s gonna be like sucking my own cock.”

“Just fuckin’ suck it already,” I admonished him, eager to get the deed done. I was still feeling a bit weird about letting my brother go down on me, and I didn’t want my parents walking in on us with my cock down Noah’s throat. “Hurry the fuck up before I change my mind.”

Obediently, Noah went to work. He started with my balls, taking them in his mouth one by one, licking and sucking at them. 

“Fuuuck,” I exhaled, my toes curling in response. “That feels fucking amazing, bro.”

“Haven’t you ever had your balls worked over by a bitch?” he paused briefly.

“No—it’s rare that I can even get some bitch to go down on me, let alone suck on my musty balls.”

“These balls aren’t musty,” Noah licked just under my ballsack. “They’re fucking delicious. I’m gonna get a big load out of these full nuts, I can tell.”

He returned to his work, worshipping my jewels, churning the seed within. I wondered how many sets of balls had been in his mouth? How many guys had shot a load down his throat? And who was the guy to start it all?

“Who was the first dude to feed you a load?” I wondered aloud as Noah began to work his tongue up my shaft, teasing the underside of my cock head. “Was it your buddy Tony Balducci?”

“Nah,” Noah paused in his work once more, gripping my cock and stroking lightly as he talked. “I’ve drained countless loads out of Tony and that fat Italian sausage he’s got, but he wasn’t the first.”

“Then who was it?”

“You remember Joey Branson?” Noah inquired. “We played basketball together at the community center?”

“Yeah—you sucked off Joey?” 

“No—I sucked off his dad.”

“His dad?” I gasped. “Mr. Branson was the first dick you sucked? That big, burly, manly-man?”

“Yeah,” Noah laughed. “Joey invited me to sleep over after practice one night. I woke up around midnight and wanted a glass of water. His dad was in the den, watching porn with his big dick in one hand and a bottle of scotch in the other. And then he asked me to get on my knees and suck him.”

“And you did?”

“Yeah—he fed me a huge load,” Noah recalled fondly. “And I’ve been addicted to cum ever since.”

“That’s fucking hot,” I admitted, my cock growing absurdly hard at the image of my brother sucking off Mr. Branson. “You’re such a cock slut,” I grabbed my cock and smacked it against Noah’s face.

“You’re about to find out how much of a cock slut I can be,” Noah winked. And then he went for it—swallowing my big dick in one gulp, my balls mashed against his chin.”

“HOLY fucking CHRIST,” I belted out, my hands instinctively grasping Noah’s head. “How the fuck are you doing that?”

“You’ve never been deep throated?” my brother asked, surfacing for air. 

“I think you know the answer to that,” I laughed. “I’ve yet to find a bitch who could throat me all the way.”

“Well—now you don’t have to,” Noah winked before diving back down on my cock, my shaft disappearing down his talented throat. 

Locking his lips around the base of my cock, Noah began to bob his head up and down on my dick, my fat cock head slipping past his tonsils with each pass, breaching the upper limits of his esophagus. His skill was incredible. He wasn’t just sucking my dick, he was fucking jacking me off with his mouth and throat. 

“Christ, this is good,” I moaned, tipping my head back. Once again, I propped my hands behind my head, enjoying the lascivious luxury of a toe-curling blow job. The fact that it was my own brother, my flesh and blood, worshipping my big one had not escaped my attention. But I was starting to not give a fuck anymore. If my brother was blessed with the God-given talent of pleasuring his fellow man, who was I to not participate in such good fortune?

Noah had picked up the pace, reaching up to massage my pecs and tease my nips as he sucked me ravenously.  His neck was like a hinge, pivoting on my rod over and over, my cock a battering ram down his eager throat. He was sucking me hard, my balls smacking him on the chin with each downbeat, my shaft swelling down his throat. 

“Bro—I’m—I’m getting close,” I announced through gritted teeth, trying in vain to hold back my nut. It was a loosing battle. My balls had started to throb, pressure building in my shaft. Involuntarily, my legs began to straighten, my thigh muscles contracting as my body prepared for orgasm. “You ready for it? You ready for my load?”

“Mmmmph, hmmmph,” Noah responded with a slight nod of his head, not removing my throbbing cock from his throat. And then it happened—an orgasm of epic proportions. The most incredible ejaculation that I had ever experienced.

“FUCK—FUCK,” I barked, my body convulsing upon the couch as my cock discharged a massive load, the first shot hitting the back of Noah’s throat before careening into his hungry belly. His hands went to my knees, gripping into my flesh as rope after rope of my thick spunk filled his mouth.

He kept me down his throat for several minutes, my pulsing cock slowly giving up the last of my seed, our shared DNA swimming in his belly. I slowly caressed the back of his head. Feeding my nut to Noah had been intensely intimate, the closest I had ever felt to my brother.

“Dayum—that was a big fuckin’ load, bro,” Noah exclaimed upon finally releasing my cock from his throat, my pearly load coating his lips and tongue. “Most guys don’t shoot a load as big as—”

But then Noah stopped in mid-sentence, the sound of Dad’s keys at the front door. Holy fuck. Dad was home at least thirty minutes earlier than usual. Swiftly, I sprang up, yanking on my shorts over my spent dick. I plopped my ass back down on the couch, Noah taking a seat next to me as I reached for the PlayStation controller. As Dad opened the door and entered the room, he discovered his two sons innocently engaged in a video game.

“I hope you boys haven’t been on that damn thing all day,” Dad sighed, eyeing the TV and the PlayStation controller in my hand as he hung his keys on a peg next to the door. “You two need to get outside more—get some fresh air. That thing will rot your brains.”

“We—we just started playing,” I stammered, trying to act naturally and not like I had just fed a load to my brother. 

“Okay,” Dad smiled. “But let’s not be on that thing all night. I’m gonna take a quick shower and then maybe grill up some steaks for dinner before your mom gets home.”

“Sounds good,” Noah and I replied in robotic unison, relieved that Dad hadn’t suspected a thing.

“Uh—Noah?” Dad hesitated. “You got some of your brother’s cum on your chin. How about you come wash up in the shower with me? I could really use a good ball draining while the hot water soothes my aching back.”

“No charge,” I assured him, reaching for that big dick. “Only thing I want when you leave is your cum in my belly.”

The universe smiled at me when, a week after my boyfriend dumped me and kicked me out of his apartment, my distant Uncle Leroy died unexpectedly. Leroy left me his 1970s, wood-paneled, double-wide trailer on a little plot of land in a town about 60-miles outside of Macon. 

It was hard to call it a town, more of a blip on the map. One street light presided over a highway junction with a looming Baptist church on one corner. A gas station, a feed store, and a Piggly Wiggly rounded out the intersection, with a train track cutting right down the middle. Other than a handful of side streets with a few small businesses and tiny homes with deep porches, farmland extended out from the center of town for as far as the eye could see. 

I was happy in that small town, except for one small problem—I was horny as fuck. There were no bars in town, no place to pick up guys. And every time I attempted Grindr, the nearest guy was an hour’s drive away. I was getting desperate, so I took matters into my own hands. 

Creeping into the men’s room of the corner gas station, armed with a black Sharpie, I scrawled the following on the wall above the urinal:

Need a BJ? Text 555-7491

And then I went home to wait—and wait—and wait. After almost a week of zero response, I was about to go back to make sure someone hadn’t scrubbed my number off the wall. But while watching The Price is Right one morning, a text finally arrived. It was a picture of a big cock—thick, veiny, with a fat head.

“You want this big one?” the guy texted along with the dick pic. 

“Fuck YES!” I replied by text. “I’m in the yellow double wide at the end of Pecan Street.”

“You a dude?” 

“Yes. That OK?” I texted back. 

“It’s cool. Be there in 10.”

The next 10 minutes passed slower than molasses until I saw his black F-150 pull up in front of my trailer. I watched from the window as he walked up to my door, a big country buck approaching. 

He was easily 6’5” tall, muscular with tattoos on both arms—a typical farm-raised man. A well-trimmed mustache crowned his full lips, with wide-set eyes peeking out beneath the brim of his cap. And his denim overalls did nothing to conceal his promising bulge. 

“Come on in,” I greeted, welcoming him inside and gesturing to a green velvet chair that I had designated for the event. 

“We gotta make this quick,” he warned. “I gotta pick up my pa at the feed store in like twenty minutes.”

“No worries,” I assured him as I closed the front door behind us, bummed that the blow job would have to be a quick dine and dash. 

“This used to be Leroy Brewster’s place,” he remarked, taking the chair. “That fucker was batshit crazy.”

“Haha,” I chuckled. “He was my uncle.”

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I had no idea Leroy was your kin. You know, you kinda look like him—especially around your eyes and mouth. He was much too young to die, still in his prime. That dang train came outta nowhere. My respects to your family.”

“Thanks,” I shrugged. “But you’re right about Leroy—he was batshit crazy. I honestly didn’t know him all that well, but he left me this trailer.”

“I—uh—I like what you’ve done with the place,” he remarked, looking around the room.

“I haven’t done a thing,” I replied flatly. “This is the way I found it.”

“I know,” he laughed. “I’m just fuckin’ with you. So are you gonna suck my dick or are we gonna talk about your dead uncle all day?”

“Let's get that cock sucked,” I offered eagerly, not wishing to discuss my uncle anymore. But as the country buck started to pull out his big one, he made me assure him there would be no charge for my services, which I agreed. I may be a slut, but I’m not a whore. 

“FUCK,” I gasped when the enormity of his big cock was revealed to me. His dick pic had failed to represent the sheer size of his member. My only regret was that there wouldn’t be time for me to offer to ride him, taking his load up my ass instead of down my throat.

“Shit, that feels good,” he moaned, tipping his head back as I began to slobber all over his big tool. “I needed me some head so fuckin’ bad. It’s been awhile.”

Christ, his big one was a jaw breaker. I had to work to find just the right angle to deep throat him all the way. But I was determined. 

“HOLY FUCK,” he gasped as his big cock finally traversed my tonsils and all the way down my throat, his big balls mashed against my chin. “Ain’t nobody ever managed to get it down like that, not even the guy who used to suck me off.”

“I’ve got mad skills,” I bragged, coming up for a quick breath, saliva coating my chin. “Fuck you’re hung. I bet the bitches scream when you pound them with this big one.”

“Fuck right,” he agreed, grabbing his cock by the base and slapping my cheek with it, an audible thud. I wondered if I’d have a bruise. 

Deftly, I took his big dick down my throat again, locking my lips as I slid it in and out of my throat, curling my tongue around his cock head before shoving it back down my throat again.

“Shit, bro,” he exclaimed. “You keep doing that, and I’m gonna bust.”

Emboldened, I picked up the pace, gobbling up and down on that big dick, his hairy balls smashing my chin with each downbeat. I cupped his balls as they began to hug his body, priming the pump. The dude wasn’t going to last much longer. 

“Oh fuck—oh fuck—OH FUCK,” he barked, his cock erupting down my throat, a firehose of cum blasting my guts. His farm boy cum was rich and creamy with a slight tang, like fresh buttermilk. 

“That was fucking HOT,” I exclaimed as I finally surfaced for air, cum and saliva smeared on my chin. 

“Yeah, that was pretty damn, fuckin’ good,” he complimented, stuffing his spent cock back into his overalls before looking at the clock on the wall. “I best be goin’.”

“Right,” I acknowledged, disappointed the fun was already over. 

“You have any other luck with that wall posting at the gas station?” he asked as I saw him to the door. 

“Nah,” I shrugged. “Just you so far.”

“You take it up the ass?” he asked. 

“Fuck YES,” I replied a bit too eagerly. “You want to come back and fuck me sometime soon?”

“I was more thinking you could come out to my place, out on Route 12 past the truck stop,” he suggested. “Ma up and left us about five years ago, so it’s just Pa and me and my eight brothers. I know they’d enjoy—uh—meeting you.”

“They all hung like you?”

“Yup,” he laughed. “Having a big dick is sort of a family trait. Why don’t you come by tonight? We sure could use a cumdump like you, since the one we had ain’t around no more.”

“Yeah? Who was your cumdump?”

“Your batshit crazy Uncle Leroy,” he laughed, slapping me on the back. 

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

“I’m Walt,” I returned his smile, dropping the two, oversized duffel bags containing all my earthly possessions onto the laminate floor. “And I’m totally cool with taking the top bunk.”

“It’s really late,” Jack observed, looking at a wall-mounted clock above the door. “I was worried that maybe you had dropped out before the start of the semester.”

“Nah, my dad’s truck broke down on the way here,” I shared. “It was an exhausting day. You mind if we chat and get to know each other in the morning? I really just want to get some sleep now, if that’s cool.”

“No problem,” Jack nodded. “The bathroom is right in there,” he gestured towards a narrow door opposite our bunk beds.

“Thanks,” I replied, quickly stripping down to my briefs. Jack’s eyes never left my nearly naked body and the ample bulge in my briefs as I retrieved my toiletries from my duffel bag and made a beeline for the bathroom. 

The fluorescent ceiling lights were off when I emerged from the cramped bathroom, a sliver of light from a street lamp pushing through the horizontal blinds. Jack appeared to be asleep, his body curled up on the lower bunk. 

I quickly scaled the bed frame, hurling myself upon the lumpy mattress on the top bunk. I was exhausted and was desperate to rest, but sleep eluded me. After several minutes of tossing and turning, I did what most guys do to bring on the foggy bliss of slumber—I pulled out my cock and started to rub one out. 

“Are—are you jacking off?” Jack’s voice came from below me, the metal bed frame rocking and squeaking to my masturbatory rhythm.  

“Yeah—sorry,” I paused in my self-pleasure, my eight-incher flopping audibly against my thigh. “I can’t sleep, so I thought I’d rub one out.”

“Don’t apologize. It doesn’t bother me,” Jack assured me. “I often jack before bed, too.”

“Cool, I’ll try to be quick,” I replied, gripping my hard cock in my right hand again, resuming my stroke. But after a few minutes, I stopped again, unable to bring myself to climax.

“Did you nut?” Jack’s voice broke the silence. 

“Nah,” I exhaled in frustration. “I think I’m too tired to jack. My forearm is already sore, and I’m not even close. It fucking sucks, ‘cause I really need to bust one out.”

“You want me to get you off?” Jack offered casually, as if offering to read me a bedtime story. “I don’t mind giving you a helping hand.”

“The fuck?” I spat, sitting up in bed, my head nearly smacking the ceiling. “Dude, I don’t want you touching my dick. I’m not gay.”

“I never said that you’re gay,” Jack clarified. “There’s nothing wrong with a dude helping out another dude. I jack off with my older brothers all the time. You don’t mess around with your brothers?”

“I have a sister,” I scowled. 

“Okay—well, jacking off is seriously no big deal between me and my brothers,” he enlightened me. “Some of their buddies sometimes join us, too. It’s just guys being guys. You’ve never jacked with any of your buds?”

“No—I’ve never played around with any of my buds,” I insisted. “I’m from a really small, conservative town. That shit doesn’t happen back home.”

“Alright, just forget I offered,” Jack sighed, turning over in bed. “I hope you can sleep once you finally bust that nut.”

“Thanks,” I replied, trying to resume my task, but it was a lost cause. Though I had a raging boner, precum spilling down my thick shaft, I was too tired to bring on the sweet release that I needed to sleep. 

“Fine—you can jack me off,” I announced in exasperation. “You want to climb up here with me?”

“Come down to my bunk,” Jack suggested. “I don’t trust this bed frame to hold our combined weight up there.”

“Good call,” I replied, jumping off the top bunk, my big dick swinging between my legs. 

“Christ, you’re hung,” Jack gasped, getting his first glimpse of my big one in the soft light coming through the blinds. “I might have to use both hands on you,” he laughed. 

Jack climbed out of bed and relinquished his mattress to me, allowing me to stretch out upon his bed while he kneeled next to me on the floor. He wasted no time in wrapping his fist around my needy cock. 

“Jesus, that’s good,” I exhaled, Jack’s fist pumping my cock slowly, my balls moving up and down in sync with his strokes. “Your older brothers trained you well.”

“They sure did,” Jack smiled, gripping my member tighter in his grasp. “But giving hand jobs isn’t all that they taught me.”

And then Jack went for it, swallowing my cock down his throat before I even realized what was happening. Instantly, the entire length of my dick was down his throat, my balls mashed against his chin. 

“HOLY FUCK,” I gasped as Jack proceeded to suck me ravenously, one hand cupping my full balls while the other slid up my body and teased my nips. “I’ve—I’ve never had head this good,” I admitted, my toes curling. 

“That’s because you’ve never let a dude suck you off,” Jack quickly surfaced for air. Gripping my big dick by the base, he slapped it against his cheek before swallowing it whole again. 

Although my original objective was to bust my nut so that I could fall asleep, my desire had changed. I didn’t want to cum. I was enjoying the best damn head of my life and didn’t want it to end. Unfortunately, my full balls had other plans. 

“I’m gonna bust,” I warned, my load rising in my shaft, my balls throbbing for release. “It’s cool if I shoot in your mouth?”

Jack answered affirmatively with a subtle nod of his head as he continued to suck me voraciously. He clearly wanted to eat my load, something that no bitch had ever done for me. 

“FUCK,” I exclaimed, the first shot of my load hitting the back of Jack’s throat, my big dick pulsing in his mouth. “Yeah, swallow this nut—FUCK—FUCK.”

With his lips locked firmly around my thick shaft, he sucked every last drop of cum out of me. My body convulsed upon his bed until my balls had released the last of my seed into his hungry belly.  

“That was some killer head, dude,” I praised his skills as I extracted my cock from his cummy mouth and raised myself off his bed. “I gotta piss,” I ambled to our shared bathroom. 

I released my stream into the toilet bowl, my sensitive chubby tingling as my piss hit the toilet bowl. Upon flushing, I returned to find Jack naked and bent over the edge of his mattress, a bottle of lube discarded next to him. His knotted hole was wet and pulsing, begging to be defiled. 

“Fuck me,” he begged. “Get that big dick in me.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. Instantly, I was hard again, my big cock eager to be inside that warm cunt. Stepping up to the plate, I dropped to my knees, positioning myself behind Jack.

“It’s cool if I fuck you raw?” I ascertained, my cock head pressed up against his hole. “You don’t want me to use a condom?”

“What’s a condom?” Jack laughed. “Get that big dick in me and breed this motherfuckin’ hole.”

“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, pushing into his fuck canal. “Jesus, you’re tight.”

“And you’re hung like fuck,” Jack replied, gripping me from within. “Wreck my hole. Fucking give it to me.”

“Your wish is my command,” I dug my hands into his shoulders as I began to pummel the living shit out of his tight cunt. “You let your brothers fuck you like this?”

“Yup—almost every night,” Jack answered, pushing his ass against me, my balls thwacking against his wet hole with each thrust. “And they pimped my ass out to all their buddies, too.”

“That’s fucking hot,” I replied, staring down at my big dick gliding in and out of his tight hole, imagining all the dudes who had also used Jack’s ass. 

His cunt was truly incredible—better than any pussy that I had experienced. I could fuck Jack harder and deeper than with any of the bitches that I had fucked—and my balls could tell. Though I had just emptied the chamber down Jack’s throat, my balls were already aching for release again. 

“Dude—I’m gonna bust,” I warned urgently, my cock swelling inside of Jack. “You ready for my nut?”

“Give it to me,” Jack gripped his sphincter around the base of my cock. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“OH FUCK,” I barked, my cock throbbing in his depths, the first shot of my ball batter discharging in his bowels. “OH FUCK—SHIT—FUCK.”

Over and over my cock pulsed within his depths, spewing my seed. My body shook, rattling the entire bunk bed as my load flooded his guts. 

“Fuck, that was good,” I pulled out of Jack when my cock had stopped throbbing, my balls depleted. I watched proudly as my massive load gushed from his wrecked hole, trailing down the back of his ballsack. 

“This is gonna be a great year,” Jack climbed upon his mattress, turning over and reaching for my cummy cock. “I couldn’t ask for a better roommate.”

“I dunno, bro,” I hesitated, as he lapped at my spent dick, licking me clean. “I’m not sure that we should be roommates.”

“What?!” he gasped. “Don’t you want to fuck my ass anytime you want?”

“That’s the problem,” I admitted. “I’m afraid I’ll never want to study, or go to class, or meet girls. I’ll just want to be balls deep in you all the time.”

“And is that such a problem?” Jack winked, pulling me atop of him as he opened his legs for me. 

“I guess not,” I laughed, pushing my cock back into his used hole, preparing to deliver my third load of the night. 

Climbing between his legs as Peepers awoke and made a jump to the floor, I pulled down the front of my boyfriend’s briefs, resting the waistband below his heavy ballsack. Like magic, Alec’s cock instantly came to life, growing and swelling at my loving touch. Wasting no time, I took that meaty cock down my throat.

“Mmmm—what’s this?” Alec awoke, staring down at his cock buried down my throat. “How was your study session with Bryce? I tried to wait up for you.”

“Yeah—sorry,” I quickly surfaced, his cock slicked with my saliva. “We had a lot to go over before the test on Friday.”

“Fuck, that feels good,” Alec exhaled as I returned to his cock, sucking his big tool ravenously, my lips locked around his thick shaft. “Jesus, you’re hungry for it.”

“I am hungry,” I licked up and down his veiny shaft. “I want your cum so bad.”

“He fucked you—didn’t he?” Alec accused me out of the blue, pulling his cock away from me with his right hand. “You let Bryce fuck your ass—didn’t you?”

“Why—why would you say that?” I gasped in feigned shock. 

“Because the last time you woke me up with a blow job,” Alec laughed, “you had just given up your ass to a guy you met on the campus bus. You always try to relieve your guilty conscience by pleasuring me.”

“Jesus, am I that transparent?”

“Yes,” Alec smacked my cheek with his hard cock. “You’re a slut for cock, and I love that about you. But I’m honestly surprised about Bryce. Isn’t he married?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, reaching for Alec’s cock again, stroking it as we talked. “And his wife is pregnant.”

“Christ,” Alec laughed. “If women only knew how easily a man will give up his dick to a gay dude while his wife is pregnant, women would stop having babies and society would collapse.”

“So true,” I agreed. “It’s a mystery why I didn’t get pregnant when that guy two floors up was giving it to me almost every day while his girlfriend had a bun in the oven. Man, that dude was a cum factory.”

“Speaking of cum,” Alec pulled me onto his chest, his hand traveling down the back of my pants, his thick finger probing my used hole. “Let’s see how much cum Bryce shot up your ass.”

“It was a big load,” I admitted. “It felt like he dumped a gallon of cum in me.”

“Yeah—no shit,” Alec withdrew his finger, covered in Bryce’s viscous cum. “You better climb on my dick. If anyone is gonna impregnate my slutty boyfriend tonight, it’s gonna be me.”

“I need you inside of me,” I moaned, pulling off my shorts. Deftly, I straddled Alec, sitting on his cock, taking him into my depths.

“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled in ecstasy. “You’re so fucking wet. I love fucking you when you’ve got a sloppy cunt like this.”

“I should fuck other guys more often, if you enjoy getting cucked so much.”

“Not that often,” Alec slapped my ass in jest as I rode his cock. “How did it happen tonight—with Bryce?”

“We were quizzing each other in the science library, and Bryce was having a hard time concentrating,” I shared, bracing my hands on Alec’s hairy chest. “He said he hadn’t had sex in four months, so I offered up my hole to him.”

“That was all it took?”

“That was all,” I nodded, gripping his shaft within my fuck canal as I eased myself up and down his rigid rod. “He then fucked me in the basement men’s room—it’s always dead down there.”

“Only a cumdump like you would know the best place to fuck in a library,” Alec teased, resting his arms behind his head, enjoying the ride. “Did he last long inside you?”

“Of course not,” I laughed. “He busted his nut in under three minutes. He had never fucked a guy before, and said he couldn’t believe how much tighter it was than pussy.”

“Jesus, that’s hot,” Alec grabbed me by the hips and began to jackhammer me hard. His pelvis was rocking rhythmically upon the couch cushions, his big one battering my bowels. “You’ve managed to convert yet another straight guy.”

“I converted you,” I reminded Alec, leaning forward, giving him a deep kiss as he continued to ravage my guts with his big fuck tool. “You never went back to pussy after you tried my cunt.”

“Damn straight—well, maybe not straight,” Alex smiled, his cock beginning to swell within me. “I’m getting close. You ready for your second load of the night?”

“Seed me,” I begged, bucking hard on him, working out his nut. “Breed me deep.”

“FUCK,” my boyfriend grunted. “Here it comes, baby—SHIT—Yeah, open that cunt for me—FUCK—SHIT.”

Alec’s body convulsed beneath me, his big one expelling his seed, flooding my guts with a massive load. I imagined his swimmers meeting up with Bryce’s boys, the two teams fighting to the death in my depths. 

“Damn, that was a big load,” I marveled as I dismounted him, a torrent of pearly cum escaping my gaping hole, sliding down his shaft. 

“I think that’s more than just my cum,” Alec observed astutely, watching as I knelt between his legs and sucked his cummy cock clean. “There’s definitely some Bryce mixed in there.”

“You want to taste some of Bryce?” I offered, bringing my lips to Alec’s, sharing the melange of cum upon my tongue. 

“Mmm, Bryce and I taste good together,” Alec licked his lips as we parted. “He and I will make a beautiful baby inside of you.”

“I only want your baby inside me,” I teased, going in for another post-coital kiss, our tongues dancing. 

“When are you and Bryce studying together again?” Alex asked, taking me into his strong arms as I rolled over next to him. 

“Thursday night—before the big test on Friday,” I answered, resting my head upon his hairy chest. 

“Good,” Alec planted a kiss upon the top of my head. “Plan on having Bryce over here to study next time. I think it would be fun to tag your ass with him.”