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“No,” I feebly protested, a blatant lie. “I—uh—I just needed to—uh—get some toilet paper.”

“The toilet paper in your bathroom is fully stocked,” Greg snapped. “I just put a new 24-pack in there yesterday.”

“I’m—I’m sorry,” I pleaded, retreating from him, running back to my bedroom. Greg had caught me red handed—watching him jack his big cock in the shower. What he didn’t know is that my spying on him had been going on for months. 

Mom had started up with Greg when I was a senior in high school. Newly divorced, he took the apartment across from us. It was inevitable that they would start fucking. Mom would go over to Greg’s for a glass of wine after dinner, telling me to finish my homework while she was gone. An hour later, she’d return home with her lipstick smeared, her hair a tangled mess in the back, often a button missing from her blouse.

I couldn’t blame her. Greg was sexy as fuck. The muscles, the beard, the hairy body, the shaved head, the prominent bulge in his pants. I would have given anything to go over there and offer up myself to him, too. And though I was jealous of Mom, I was actually happy when Greg moved in with us a few months after he proposed to her. I had never really had a dad and loved the idea of this hunk of a man living with us. 

It was an accident the first time I saw him naked, or at least that’s what I led Greg to believe. He and Mom had just fucked, the headboard hitting the wall, mom moaning under his weight while Greg grunted his load into her. Greg had a habit of going to the kitchen for a glass of water after they fucked, and so I ambushed him.

Standing naked at the kitchen sink, his body sweaty from sex, his spent cock was still engorged and glistening wet. The size of his member was particularly surprising. He was easily nine inches and thick. I was salivating over that piece of meat when he caught me out of the corner of his eye.

“Jason—? What are you doing up?” he jumped, his big cock bouncing in response. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I was thirsty,” I pretended, reaching in the cupboard for a drinking glass. “Don’t mind me.”

Greg was cool about the situation. He didn’t act weird or try to cover up his big cock with his hand or the dish towel. He stood in front of me naked without shame like any man would do in a locker room, before saying good night and retreating back to his room with Mom. But that ended his naked trips to the oasis. After that, he would pull on a robe or a pair of briefs before partaking in his post-coital quench. Dammit.

And so I started spying on him in the shower. Mom left for work early in the morning, leaving Greg to shower once she was gone. It was easy to sneak into their bedroom and lurk in the doorway to the bathroom, affording me an unobstructed view of Greg in the shower. He whistled to himself while lathering his hairy, muscular body with soap, his hands exploring every crevice of himself. And then imagine my surprise when he grabbed his soapy cock in his right fist and began to masturbate. 

I would soon learn that Greg rubbed one out in the shower every morning—whether or not he fucked my mom the night before. His balls were a cum factory, always churning out a big load that Greg sprayed against the glass wall, later washing it all down the drain. Nothing is more intimate than watching another man as he pleasures himself—the peculiarities of his grip, his speed, his rhythm. Those all became familiar to me as I watched my new favorite porn feed every morning—my hot stepdad jacking his big cock. 

Until he caught me.

“We need to have a chat,” Greg appeared in my doorway moments later, a flannel robe tied loosely at his waist, the exotic aroma of his sandalwood soap teasing my senses. 

“I—I said I was sorry,” I stammered. “It was an accident.”

“I don’t think it was,” he countered, taking a seat next to me on my bed. “I know what it’s like to be—curious—about other guys at your age. Most guys are, to some degree. It’s only natural.”

“Did you—you know—spy on your dad in the shower?”

“Christ, no,” Greg laughed. “That would not have been a pretty sight. I’m not sure my dad could even find his own cock under his massive beer gut. But I did fuck a buddy of mine a few times.”

“Wait—what?” I exclaimed, my jaw dropping. “You fucked your buddy?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “It wasn’t a big deal. We would go camping on the weekends and get drunk on beer we stole from our dads, and then end up naked in our tent. Often, I’d end up with my dick in him. Neither of us ever talked about it. It was just something that happened in the moment—two guys enjoying each other, helping each other out.”

“What happened to him? Do you still fuck him?’

“Jesus, no,” Greg dismissed. “That’s all in the past. But we keep in touch. He’s an insurance agent up in Spokane. Married with three kids. Every now and then we get a beer together, but we don’t fuck anymore.”

“Do you—do you miss fucking his ass?”

“Shit,” Greg exhaled, scratching his beard. “Yeah, I guess I do sometimes. Sex with a man is, well, different—obviously. And not just because ass is tighter than pussy. Sex between two guys is more animalistic. There’s more of a dominance factor at play, which always turned me on.”

“Would you maybe—you know—be game to fuck my ass?” I ventured, my hand slipping inside his robe, feeling for his big cock.

“Cut that out, Jason,” Greg swatted at my hand. “I’m not gonna fuck you. You’re my stepson for Christ’s sake. What if your mother found out?”

“I would never tell her,” I promised. “It would be just something that we would share, and we—”

“Stop right there,” Greg protested, his hand raised. “Look, you’re a very handsome young man. And I know you’re going to make some girl—or guy—happy one day. But taking your stepdad’s cock in the meantime is not a good plan. You understand me?”

“Yes,” I nodded, my head bowed in shame and rejection.

“Look, I gotta get to work,” Greg stood up abruptly. “Let’s forget we ever had this chat—and not a word about it to your mother, okay? And Jason? I better not catch you spying on me in the shower again.”

Dinner was awkward that night with Greg avoiding eye contact with me. Though he said we were to forget about our earlier chat, it was clear he hadn’t done so. Sensing something was off, Mom asked Greg about his mood, which he blamed on a bad day at work. His silence and cool demeanor towards me felt like an unfair punishment. The worse was yet to come.

Greg was louder than usual that night, fucking my mom after dinner. Skin slapping skin, the bed springs straining under him, mom screaming her head off as he pounded her pussy to a pulp. His grunting was off the charts, the walls shaking when he dumped his load in her. It was all for show—to put me in my place—to remind me that his big cock did not belong to me and never would. 

Never say never. 

His performance only solidified my resolve. If Greg didn’t have the desire to fuck me, why all the pretense? Why not just pat me on the head and call me a deranged little man? In my mind it was clear that Greg did want to fuck me. And I was determined to make it happen.

Steam filled the bathroom as Greg showered the next morning, his back to me as I entered the bathroom while he soaped his muscular body. Patiently, I awaited his gaze, naked and ready for him. And then he turned, taking me in, his big cock swinging between his legs. 

“I thought I told you not to come back in here again,” he sneered, soaping his big cock gratuitously in front of me.

I made no response, my eyes locked on him.

“You’re not gonna give up until if fuck you,” he spat. “Is that right?”

Once again, I said nothing, my eyes holding his gaze.

“Get the fuck in here,” he acquiesced, pushing open the shower door, his cock lengthening and thickening before my eyes. “You tell nobody about this, you get me?”

“Yes,” I nodded, joining him in the shower, our bodies inches apart, his hard cock pointed at me, taunting me. I reached for it, but before I could take him in my grasp, Greg spun me around, pushing me up against the tile wall.

“I only know one way to fuck another dude,” he hissed, his soapy finger probing my hole, opening me up for him, “and that way is rough. So I hope you’re able to take it.”

I nodded my assent, my hands braced against the tile wall as Greg withdrew his finger. Almost immediately, in less time than it took for me to take a breath, Greg shoved his big dick up my ass, his hands gripping into my shoulders for purchase. The pain was off the charts. I’d never been fucked before, having only fingered my ass sometimes while jacking off. There was no comparison.

“You feel that?” he demanded, his breath hot at my ear as I winced and gritted my teeth. “That’s what it feels like to have a big dick up your ass. And now you’re gonna feel what it’s like to get fucked.”

Wrapping his muscular arms around me, his meaty, hairy pecs rubbing against my back, he unleashed his furry on my ass. He pounded me relentlessly, his big cock delving in and out of me, forcing my virgin sphincter to stretch for him. The initial pain began to subside, my hole finally giving up the fight, giving way to waves of pleasure. 

“I thought of you last night,” Greg confessed, “when I was fucking your mom. I imagined her pussy was your tight hole, my big dick abusing your cunt. Did you hear me fucking her?”

“Yes,” I nodded. 

“And did you like it?” he persisted. “Did you like listening to me fuck her—imagining that you were taking this big dick?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “It made me want your big dick even more.”

“And now it’s yours,” Greg grunted. “Fuck—you’ve got a tight cunt.”

“Tighter than my mom’s pussy?”

“Fuck yes,” he laughed. “But maybe not for long.”

Suddenly, he spun me around, forcing me to bend over, my hands on my knees, my face inches from the spray of hot water from the shower head. The angle had changed, his big dick sliding even further into my depths. Christ, it felt good.

“You’re so fucking deep,” I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head.

“I’m past your inner-sphincter,” he informed me. “You’ll find that not many men will be able to do that for you,” he gloated.

I could have stayed that way all day—Greg’s dick routing my depths, pummeling me over and over. The feel of his hairy body against mine, his balls slapping against my hole over and over, was incredibly erotic. I didn’t want it to end, but Greg’s balls had other plans.

“You ready for my cum?” he announced urgently, his cock swelling inside me. “You ready for me to breed this hole?”

“Yes,” I exclaimed, my sphincter tightening around the base of his cock instinctively, desperate to milk his load into me. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“Here it comes,” he warned, pounding me even harder. “Fucking get ready for it—FUCK—SHIT.”

Greg’s big dick blasted inside of me, his body nearly forcing me into the tile wall as he unloaded. With his cock throbbing in my depths, I could feel a sudden warmth emanating from deep within my bowels. “FUCK,” he continued to grunt repeatedly until his balls were finally emptied. 

“We’re done here,” Greg announced, pulling out of me abruptly, his load gushing from my wrecked hole and washing down the shower drain. “I gotta get ready for work.”

Greg seemed back to his normal self at dinner that night, talking about his work day with mom and me, cutting up with a few jokes. He didn’t fuck mom that night, only the sounds of his snoring emanating from their room, but I tried not to read too much into that. 

The next morning, lying in my bed, I heard Greg turning the water on in his shower, the water coursing through the pipes. I decided not to ambush him again. I had gotten what I wanted—his big dick up my ass—and knew that I shouldn’t delude myself into thinking it would be a regular thing.

Suddenly, Greg appeared in my doorway. A towel was wrapped around his waist, straining to contain a raging boner. “What the fuck are you waiting for, Jason? An engraved invitation?” he barked. “Get your ass in the shower. I need to dump my morning load.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You feeling good now?” he asked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I would often find myself in this particular mood—the mood to be used and abused by several random guys, taking cock after cock, load after load, in the span of mere hours. If ignored, the urge would consume me, making it impossible to conduct any of my daily affairs. I was powerless to resist.

Attractive, muscular, clean cut, and clean shaven, one would never suspect that I liked dick. I played football in high school, then joined a fraternity in college. I loved watching football, drinking beer, shooting hoops, and playing golf with my buddies. I presented like any other red-blooded, straight, American male that one might encounter—but it was all an act, a perfectly constructed facade. Deep down inside, I was a cum dump. A gentleman on the streets, a freak in the sheets. 

I had awoken that particular morning wanting some dick—no—needing some dick. There was no ignoring it. And so I gave into the urge, calling into work and giving my boss some bullshit story of being sick and needing to spend the day in bed. Well, at least the part about the bed was true. 

Needing a discreet place to offer up my ass, I checked into a seedy motel on the truck route just outside of town. My only luggage was a bottle of lube and some poppers. The motel was a total shit hole, notorious for being a good place to score just about anything illicit, including drugs and sex. My meaty ass would be on the menu that day. 

The manager eyed me suspiciously when I asked to pay for the room in cash. He was used to my type. “No flushing condoms down the toilet,” he lectured sternly while handing over the key, “or else the pipes get backed up.”

“What’s a condom?” I joked, eyeing his wedding band, his ample bulge. “You're welcome to drop by my room later if your pipes are backed up. ”

Ensconced in my dirty motel room, I stripped down and shoved my clothes and shoes into the closet. I next prepped my hole diligently, placing the lube and poppers on the bed table, along with my phone. I then logged onto Grindr, updating my profile with my room number at the motel, including an open invite to come use my ass. All were welcome, no dick refused. 

After unlocking the door to my room, leaving it ajar, I climbed upon the bed. I then positioned myself on all fours, my ass at the edge of the bed, ready to be mounted. My hole was open for business. It wasn’t long before I had my first customer. 

“Psst—you taking cock?” a deep voice called from the doorway. 

“Yeah, dude. Fucking breed me,” I taunted, looking over my shoulder to see a beefy guy with hairy arms, a logo on his shirt that read: Speedy Plumbing. I’ll say one thing for plumbers, they sure know how to lay some pipe.

“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, unzipping and pushing a thick nine-incher into me, opening me up. “How many cocks you had this morning so far?” he asked, delivering some deep strokes.

“You’re the first,” I replied. “Your warm load will be the lube for all the others.”

“Damn, I’m honored,” he laughed, picking up the pace, pounding me hard, the bed springs squeaking in perfect unison to his rhythm. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“I won’t be by the time you’re done with me,” I joked, grinding my hole into his pubes, taking him deeper. 

“Damn, I ain’t gonna last long in this tight cunt,” the plumber announced. “Just feels too fucking good.”

“Breed me when you’re ready,” I advised. “Dump that big load in me.”

“You’re ‘bout to get it,” he warned. “OH FUCK—DAMN.”

“Mmm yeah—seed my hole,” I begged as his cock erupted inside of me, delivering my first load of the day. 

“Fuck, I needed that,” he pulled out as soon as his dick had stopped throbbing in my depths. “I hope you get a lot of cock today,” he slapped my ass, his warm load dripping from my hole, sliding down the back of my ballsack in search of the sheet below me.

“You done with him?” a voice sounded from the doorway as the plumber was pulling up his pants. I looked back to see a guy in blue scrubs—a doctor, I assumed. 

“Yeah,” the plumber replied. “His cunt is fucking incredible.”

“Sweet,” the doctor remarked, pulling down the front of his scrub pants, unleashing an eight-incher with a fat ‘shroom head. “I’ve got a four-day load for this cum dump.”

Immediately, the doctor was inside my used hole. Grabbing me by the hips, he went from zero to sixty in about three seconds, jackhammering me. 

“Fuck, I love a sloppy hole,” he remarked, his balls slapping my ass over and over, the plumber’s warm cum working out of me each time the doctor thrusted deep. “You like this big dick up your ass, you fucking cock slut?”

“Yes,” I moaned, rocking my hips to match his rhythm. “Your big cock feels so fucking good inside me.”

The doctor’s pace was too fast, too deliberate, zeroing in on his goal with surgeon-like precision. I knew he couldn’t last long at that rate. And so I wasn’t surprised when his cock began to swell and pulse inside of me.

“SHIT—I’m cumming,” he announced urgently. “Yeah—take this nut, you fuckin’ whore—GOD DAMN.”

“My turn,” a deep bass suddenly sounded, practically pushing the doctor out of the way as he pulled out of me, his cock still dripping his pearly load. “You want some more cum, bitch?” the new guy asked.

I looked back to see a tall, muscular guy in a Peterbilt trucker’s cap. Sporting a flannel shirt with ripped-off sleeves, his faded jeans were undone, his massive cock instantly breaching my used hole.

“FUCK,” I cried out, as the trucker rammed into me, driving that big Mack truck up my used ass. 

“It’s a hole splitter,” he gloated, pushing deep into me, my sphincter stretched to the max. “Hope you like a big one.”

“I love a big one,” I replied, biting the sheet, my hole torn in two. Fuck, his big cock was a lot to take. I reached for the poppers on the bed table, taking a hit. I then handed them to the trucker, who gave a deep inhale in both nostrils before returning the bottle to me. Feeling a bit more relaxed, I lowered my head, angling my ass higher, allowing him to slide deeper.

“That’s it, bitch,” he growled, his hairy balls mashed against my hole. “Open up that pretty cunt for me.”

He was driving me hard, battering my inner-sphincter, my eyes rolling back into my head. The whole bed was shaking, the headboard banging against the wall. I could have been happy with that big dick up my ass all day—but his balls had other plans.

“You want my cum, bitch?” he demanded. “You want me to seed this sloppy hole?”

“YES,” I cried, his cock already throbbing inside of me, releasing a massive load. 

“SHIT—DAMN,” he grunted over and over, his warm load spewing in my depths. 

“You want some more dick, boy?” a voice suddenly hissed in my ear as the trucker pulled out of me. A stocky guy with a barrel chest and hairy arms was soon unzipping his shorts, pulling out a beer can cock. The name of a local high school team, the Ridgefield Rams, was emblazoned on the upper corner of his polo shirt. A silver whistle hung around his neck.

“I gotta make this quick,” the high school coach announced, looking at his Apple Watch. “I snuck out of a faculty meeting to come breed your hole.”

“Yeah—get that fat cock in me,” I begged as he mounted me. Digging into my shoulders, he launched a swift offense on my ass.

“Yeah, boy,” the coach barked loudly, as if I was a player on the field. “Take this dick—take this big—fat—dick.”

The coach wrapped his hairy arms around me, his furry belly rubbing against my ass, his entire body grinding into me. He was breathing hard, inching himself closer and closer to scoring.

“Get ready for my nut,” he barked at me. “Here it comes, boy. OH FUCK—OH SHIT—Yeah, here it comes, boy—FUUCK.”

“Yeah—breed me,” I moaned as I counted ten—eleven—twelve forceful shots of cum that was deposited in my depths as his body convulsed atop me. 

“Damn, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” the coach exhaled, pulling out of me, his cum dripping from my hole and onto the growing splotch of jizz on the bedsheet.  “Looks like your next guy is already waiting,” he observed before ambling to the bathroom to take a piss in the rust-stained toilet.

I turned back my face to discover a well-dressed, handsome Black man standing in the doorway. He wore a silver cross around his neck that matched his wedding band. A name tag fixed to his coat said Reverend under his name.

“Looks like I got here just in time,” he laughed to himself. Removing his clothes, the preacher arranged them carefully on a chair by the window. Fuck, the dude was hung—easily twelve inches with a prominent curve downward. 

“Flip over on your back, baby,” he directed me. “I want to see your pretty face when I’m plowing your pussy.”

Obediently, I flipped over, pulling my knees to my chest, presenting my used hole to him. Gripping that big, dark anaconda in his fist, the preacher climbed on the bed and mounted me swiftly. 

“Fuck yeah, baby,” he exhaled, his silver cross dangling in my face as he looked down at his big cock gliding in and out of my hole. “This here is some good pussy—damn, fuckin’ good.”

Pushing his meaty hands against my thighs, he raised my ass, his massive cock sliding balls deep in me. Fuck, it felt amazing. Engaging his hips, he began to pummel the shit out of me, his low-hangers slapping my hole over and over again. 

“Yeah, baby,” he moaned. “You like Daddy’s cock up your ass? You like this big, black cock in your tight, pink, pussy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “Your big, black cock feels so good inside me.”

“You had a lot of dick today, baby?” the preacher asked, pounding me harder. “You take a lot of loads in this tight pussy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I affirmed. “Four loads so far.”

“That’s a good little cock slut,” he thrusted deep in me. “You’re about to get load number five. You want my cum, baby? You want me to spill my seed in this pretty, pink pussy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I begged. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“Fuck yeah, baby,” the preacher began to shudder, his big cock throbbing in my depths. “That’s it, baby—take my cum—FUCK—DAMN.”

Pulling out of me, a massive gush of his pearly load escaped my gaping hole. With two fingers, the preacher swiped it up and fed his sweet ambrosia to me. Fucking delicious.

“That’s fucking hot, bro,” a voice in the room remarked. Two fraternity guys had arrived, sporting t-shirts with the Greek letters ΦΥK scrawled across the front. “You done with the cum dump?” one of the frat guys asked the preacher. “His hole any good?”

“Fuck, boy. His sweet pussy is God’s gift to men,” the preacher wiped his spent dick on the sheet before getting dressed, stuffing his big dick back into his pants. “You two boys enjoy his wet cunt.”

“Thanks, bro,” the one frat guy remarked, pulling down the front of his athletic shorts, resting the waistband below his balls, just before shoving his thick eight-incher into me in one, violent thrust.

“Shit,” I winced, my hole sore from all the use and abuse inflicted on it thus far. 

“Shut up, bitch,” the frat boy with his dick up my ass scolded. “Now suck my bro here while I fuck you.”

The other frat guy had climbed to the front of the bed, his fat cock hanging out of his shorts. Gripping me by the hair, he tipped back my head and shoved his big cock down my throat. Jackhammering my tonsils, his hairy balls slapped against my chin repeatedly.

“Yeah, bitch—suck my cock,” he ordered as his buddy proceeded to pummel my ass. “Suck my big, fucking cock.”

“That’s so fucking hot, bro,” the frat boy in my ass remarked, high-fiving the frat boy who was down my throat. “This bitch is gettin’ it on both ends. You gonna nut down his throat?”

“Nah, dude,” he shook his head. “I wanna cum up his ass—breed his sloppy hole. You getting close?”

“Yeah, bro. I’m almost there,” he assured his bud, picking up the pace. 

“Hurry up, dude,” the other one admonished. “I’m getting close—and I want to seed this bitch, too.”

“I’m close, bro—almost there—OH FUCK—I’m so close, bro—HOLY SHIT—Yeah, take my cum, you fucking bitch.”

As the one frat guy bred my hole, his cock spewing his warm load in me, the other one quickly extracted himself from my throat. Pushing his bud off me, his cock still spraying his pearly load as it popped out of my gaping hole, the other one shoved into me.

“Holy fuck, your cum is so warm inside his hole,” he remarked to his buddy, his big dick coated in the other dude’s cum. “Shit—I’m gonna cum already—FUCK—FUCK.”

While the second frat guy dumped a huge load in me, his buddy shoved his cummy cock in my mouth. Sucking it clean, I reveled in the ecstasy of getting bred by two frat guys—just seconds apart. 

“That was fucking hot, bro,” the one remarked to the other as they both extricated their big dicks from my opposite ends. “You do this a lot—take dick at this motel?”

“Often enough,” I answered. “Whenever the mood strikes.”

“That’s hot,” the other one replied, stuffing his spent dick back into his shorts. “You gonna be here a bit later today? We could maybe bring back a few more brothers—have a proper gang bang with you.”

“I’d like to watch that,” a voice sounded from the doorway—the motel manager finally dropping by to see me. “Looks like you’ve had a successful day so far,” he observed, eyeing the cum-soaked sheets under me as the frat boys took their leave. “I can smell jizz from all the way down at the office,” he laughed.

“You gonna fuck me?” I asked, flipping back onto my stomach, presenting my used ass to him, eyeing his tented pants. “You gonna get that big dick in me?”

“Fuck yes,” he growled, unzipping his pants, pulling out a thick cock with a prominent vein along one side. “It’s not like my wife is gonna spread her legs for me when I get home tonight, so I might as well dump a load in you.”

Planking above me, the motel manager mounted my cummy hole. With his fists digging into the mattress on either side of me, he wasted no time in pummeling my hole at a breakneck pace. Jesus, it felt good. 

“Shit, man,” he marveled. “I’ve pounded my nut into a lot of cum dumps at this motel, but I ain’t never had my dick in a pussy that was this good. Damn, you’ve got a hot cunt.”

“Thanks, man,” I replied. “You’ve got a great dick on you.”

“I bet you tell all the tops that,” he joked, slapping my ass before moving his hands to my shoulders, slamming all of his weight into me. “Fuck man—I’m already about to bust. I can’t hold back anymore—I’m gonna—I’m gonna—FUCK.”

No sooner had the motel manager seeded my ass and pulled out of me, when a construction guy jumped in, his big dick hanging out of a pair of unzipped Carhartt cargo pants. Pushing me into the mattress, he grunted his warm load into me in a matter of minutes. 

I don’t know if it was too many hits of poppers, or if I went into some type of tantric trance, but everything became a blur after that. Guy after guy. Cock after cock. Load after load. I was in a stupefied state of bliss. 

I could vaguely recall the return of the frat guys with several of their buds, delivering the gang bang they had promised. I’m pretty sure a couple of cops dropped by and seeded my hole around that time, as well. And I’m almost certain the motel manager made an encore performance, breeding my used ass and telling me that he wouldn’t charge me for the room next time. 

Minutes turned to hours and, before I knew it, it was late in the day and some tattooed biker dude in a Harley t-shirt was plowing my puffy hole. His big cock had a distinct upward curve, and he was getting my prostate magnificently. 

“Yeah, fuck my sloppy hole,” I begged the biker dude, his tattooed arm traveling up my back and gripping my shoulder as he railed me atop the cum-soaked mattress. I was vaguely aware that my phone was blowing up on the bed table, vibrating almost non-stop.

“You need to answer that?” the biker asked, now gripping my shoulders with both hands, jackhammering me hard. “Sounds like someone really needs to speak with you.”

“Nah,” I declined. “The only thing I need right now is to feel your big dick shooting your warm load up my ass.”

“Well—you’re about to get it,” the biker promised, pounding me harder, his big dick routing my cummy depths. “Shit, man. I wanted to hold back—but your cunt is just too—fuck, man—here it comes—FUCK—SHIT.”

I ground my ass into him, reveling in the feeling of his warm load inside of me, his cock throbbing over and over. I had no clue of how many loads I had taken at that point. All I knew was that each load felt better than the next. I was like a junkie chasing my next high—I wanted more cock, more cum. My thirst was unquenchable.

“Damn, man,” the biker dude exclaimed, pulling out of me. “That’s the best piece of ass I’ve ever had.”

“Thanks,” I smiled, happily seeded as I watched the biker dude pulling on his clothes, his big dick disappearing into his ripped jeans. For the first time all day, there wasn’t already some guy waiting for his turn with me. I knew that I should call it a day. My used hole was wrecked, pounded to a pulp. Sitting in my office chair was going to be rough the next day at work—a small price to pay.

When the biker dude had left, his warm load still dripping from my sloppy hole, I finally looked at my phone. I had twelve texts and five missed calls from my wife. The bitch can be such a fucking cock block at times. 

“I’m sorry, babe,” I apologized upon calling her back, sitting on the edge of the cum-soaked bed. “Work was crazy today, and the boss made me stay late.”

After she berated me for ignoring her calls and texts, I assured my wife that I would be home soon. Apparently, dinner was on the table and getting cold—much like her frigid cunt. 

“Yes, babe,” I promised before ending the call. “I won’t forget to pick up a pack of diapers on the way home.”

I arose from the bed, a melange of cum from countless dudes escaping from my puffy hole and streaming down the inside of my thigh. A quick shower would be essential before returning home to the wife and kids, not wanting to reek of raw, man-on-man sex. 

But just as I was about to enter the bathroom, a soft knock sounded at the door. I turned around to find an attractive businessman in a shirt and tie, a wedding band on his finger. He was clearly looking to dump a load before heading home to his wife. 

“Am I too late?” he asked regretfully, unzipping his dress pants and pulling out a thick eight-incher that was already rock hard. “You still taking cock?”

“My hole is still open,” I informed him, climbing back on the bed, presenting my used, puffy cunt to him. “Get that big dick in me, dude.”

The businessman mounted me quickly, exhaling slowly, his pants around his knees, his tie tossed back over his shoulder. And as he picked up his pace and railed me from behind, his big dick plumbing my cummy depths, I reached for my phone on the bed table. 

“Sorry, babe,” I texted my wife. “The boss is making me stay another few hours. It’s gonna be a late night. Don’t wait up for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You—you never told me—”

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

“Oh my God,” I gasped. “Roman is—”

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

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

I had been unemployed for three months when I landed the full-time gardener position at a sprawling, $8.5 million dollar estate off of Mulholland Drive. With a wife and kid to feed at at home, and another on the way, I needed this job in the worst way. 

“I’ll start you on a probationary period,” my boss Nathan Eisman, the owner of the estate, had informed me. Mr. Eisman was an attractive film producer in his mid-fifties. “If you prove yourself in the next month, I’ll make your employment permanent and will start paying you benefits as well.”

“Does anyone else live here with you?” I asked, eyeing the massive twelve-bedroom home on the property. 

“It’s just me and—uh—my boy Charlie,” Mr. Eisman replied awkwardly. “But Charlie won’t get in your way.” That promise was soon proven to be false. 

The next day, as I was trimming an overgrown row of boxwoods surrounding the pool, a twink in a skimpy, red speedo suddenly appeared from a bedroom that opened onto the patio.

“I’m Charlie,” he introduced himself, “and you must be the new, hot gardener.” Charlie eyed me up and down, assessing every inch of me.

“Yeah. Nice to meet you,” I answered hesitantly under his persistent gaze. “Your dad told me about you.”

“My dad?” Charlie laughed. “No, Nathan isn’t my dad—although sometimes he does like me to call him daddy.”

“I’m sorry,” I blushed. “I didn’t realize that you’re his boyfriend.”

“I’m also not his boyfriend,” Charlie replied sharply. “I’m his house boy.”

“So, you’re like a prostitute?” I asked naively. 

“Jesus, no,” Charlie spat, insulted. “Nathan doesn’t pay me. But he does allow me to live here in exchange for helping out around the house.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re really good at helping,” I scoffed. 

“I bet you’d like to find out,” the boy taunted, staring down at my crotch. 

“How old are you, Charlie?” I asked the boy, trying to ignore his gaze. 

“I’m nineteen,” he answered, licking his lips. 

“Well, I’m twenty-nine,” I responded. “And I’ve got a wife and kid at home, and another on the way. I don’t need to fuck up this job by playing around with the boss’s little boy toy.”

“Mmm, I love a breeder,” Charlie purred. “Let me ask you something. When did you last fuck your wife?”

“That’s none of your damn business,” I barked, without sharing that it had been five long months of just me and my right hand. 

“Wow. Your reaction tells me that it must be a long time since you got your dick wet,” Charlie observed astutely. “And I’ve got a tight, wet cunt.”

I made no response, for I knew that I should diffuse the situation by walking away. But, Christ, I needed to get laid in the worst way. Fucking the boy would be easy. And Mr. Eisman wasn’t even around to find out. As my mind began to explore the possibility of dumping a load in the boy, my cock had hardened and was straining against the fabric of my work pants. Charlie had noticed. 

Wordlessly, Charlie turned away from me and headed back to his bedroom off the patio. On his way, he paused and threw back a seductive glance at me as he tossed off his red speedos. I caught a glimpse of a big, floppy cock between his legs, but what interested me was his tight, perky ass that was begging to be defiled. 

“I know you want to fuck me,” Charlie taunted, posing in the doorway to his room, the sunlight dappling his eager ass. I knew I should ignore him, that I should return to my work. But I was helpless. The boy was a predator, and I was his prey.

Through the open door, I watched as Charlie bent himself over the bed and presented his ass to me. Even from a distance, I could make out the rimming of downy fur that surrounded his wanton hole. My cock hardened even more, desperate to mine his depths. Charlie awaited patiently, a spider luring me to his web. 

I couldn’t take it anymore. With deliberate steps, I made a beeline to Charlie and his beckoning cunt. By the time I crossed the threshold into the shadowy recesses of his room, my pants were undone and I held my firm, eight-incher in hand. Spitting on it, I mounted the boy and impaled him with one, quick thrust.

“FUCK,” Charlie cried out, gripping the sheets as I split his hole in two. 

“You like this big cock up your ass, boy?” I demanded, my hands on his hips as I pummeled his hole. 

“Yes, sir,” Charlie moaned. “I love your big cock inside me, sir. Fuck me harder, sir. Fuck me harder.”

Giving the boy what he wanted, I began to jackhammer the living shit out of him. He was screaming his head off as I destroyed his hole, but I didn’t care. There wasn’t anyone around to hear us. I could feel my balls pulling up and tightening against my body. I wanted to fuck the boy for hours, but my full balls had other plans. 

“You want my cum?” I asked urgently while struggling to hold back my nut for as long as possible. 

“Yes,” Charlie exclaimed. “Dump that load in me. Breed my fuckin’ cunt.”

The boy got his wish as my cock erupted deep within his bowels. “FUCK . . . DAMN,” I growled, riding the euphoric ecstasy of seeding his hole. And that’s when I heard it—the sound of clapping coming from behind me.

“Well done,” my boss Mr. Eisman applauded, standing in the doorway. “You really fucked the shit out of the boy.”

“Mr. Eisman—I’m so sorry,” I stammered, pulling out of Charlie, my load pooling at the gaping opening of his hole. “The boy came on to me, Mr. Eisman. I didn’t mean to—”

Mr. Eisman raised his hand to silence me. “No apology necessary,” he assured me as he walked toward us, pulled out his hard cock, and mounted the boy’s wet cunt. “I rather enjoyed watching you fucking him. And I’m a sucker for a sloppy hole.”

“So you’re not gonna fire me?” I pleaded. 

“Fire you?” laughed Mr. Eisman, his low-hangers slapping Charlie’s ass with each thrust. “Certainly not. In fact, I’d like it if we could fuck the boy like this on a regular basis.” 

Best. Job. Ever. 

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

“Please, Uncle Rex,” my nephew Riley had begged the day before. “It’s my twenty-first birthday and Mom and Dad won’t let me have a party with my buds. They think we’ll wreck the house. Can we please use your basement?”

How could I say no to my beloved nephew—my brother’s only son? But I did have a few rules. If Riley wanted to party with his buds in my basement, there could only be six guys total. They could drink beer and smoke whatever the fuck they wanted, as long as they turned over their car keys to me, and all the guys spent the night. My nephew readily agreed to the terms.

Riley and the guys arrived at 9 pm the next night. Just like my nephew, his buddies were all fucking hot—each one attractive with a muscular body. They looked like they had stepped out of an Abercrombie billboard, or maybe a fraternity-themed gang bang porno film. He told me their names—Cameron, Preston, Jackson, and a few other names that I promptly forgot.

“Dudes, this is Rex, my super cool guncle,” Riley then introduced me to the gang.

“Guncle?” one of the guys—maybe Tyler?—questioned, his face distorted in confusion.

“Yeah—guncle,” Riley repeated. “Rex is my gay uncle—my guncle.”

The guys all laughed at the term, seemingly unfazed by my homosexuality. They certainly didn’t give a shit once they went down to the basement and discovered the beer, weed, pizza, and pussy porn that I provided to make Riley’s twenty-first birthday party truly memorable.

“I’ll be up in my room,” I informed them as they disappeared downstairs to the party pad. “Just let me know if you guys need anything.”

For the next two hours, I listened as the party raged below. I couldn’t believe six inebriated guys could be so loud. But I was glad they were having fun. It was good to be the super cool guncle.

I was reading in bed, about to turn in for the night, a set of earplugs at the ready on my bed table, when one of Riley’s buddies appeared in the doorway to my room. The guy was hot as fuck with a shirt partially unbuttoned to reveal a hairy chest, and a bulge in his jeans that promised a big cock.

“Can I use your bathroom?” he asked, reeking of beer and weed. “I gotta piss, and someone is using the other one downstairs.”

“Sure,” I agreed, gesturing to my bathroom, trying not to stare at his bulge. “Help yourself.”

The guy sauntered across my room to the bathroom. Not bothering to close the bathroom door, he unzipped and pulled out a massive cock.

Giving me a side view as he stood at the toilet, he held his thick, veiny dick in one hand as he aimed his stream into the bowl. Shaking it off as his flow tapered, he turned towards me, his big cock hanging between his legs, a golden drop of piss still at the tip.

“You want some dick?” he asked from the doorway, fisting his big one as it grew hard in his hand. “You want it up your ass?”

“Fuck yes,” I exclaimed, like a mindless cum dump who needed cock to survive. “Get that big cock in me.”

As I yanked off my clothes and rummaged for some lube in my bed table, I’d like to say that I gave some thought—any thought—to the ramifications of taking cock from my nephew’s drunk buddy, that I weighed the pros and cons. But honestly, like a true cum dump, I never turned down dick when it was handed to me on a silver platter.

Slathering my hole with a generous amount of lube, I positioned myself on the edge of the bed, my ass presented to Parker or Tyler or Cameron or whatever the fuck his name was. Once I was in position, my hole ready for business, the guy grabbed me by the hips and shoved into me.

“FUCK,” I screamed, my sphincter straining against the sudden assault of his thick dick. “Shit, you’ve got a big cock.”

“Yeah, bitch,” he slapped my ass. “It’s a real hole stretcher. Always makes the bitches scream when I smash their cunts.”

He was definitely smashing my cunt—hard. Over the years, I had taken enough straight guy cock to know that this was not going to be an easy ride. True to his type, the guy was pummeling the shit out of me, his hands gripping into my hips, forcing me into the precise rhythm he needed to get off as he jackhammered the shit out of me.

It was fucking amazing.

Like a good power bottom, I yielded full control to him. Don’t get me wrong, the ride was extremely enjoyable for me. Yet his satisfaction superseded my own. My purpose was to submit to him fully, allowing him to use me in any manner necessary to get him off. My body was just an object—an inanimate device—for his use and pleasure.

“You like my cunt?” I asked as he continued to pound me relentlessly. “You like your big dick in my tight hole?”

“Fuck, bro,” he exhaled, his balls slapping my ass. “Your cunt is fucking amazing—it’s tight as shit. I’m tryin’ so hard not to cum.”

“You can shoot in me,” I taunted. “Fucking seed my hole—fucking own this cunt.”

“Damn, that’s hot,” he replied, his cock growing even more rigid inside me at the thought of breeding me. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

Tilting my hips, I adjusted the angle, his big dick sliding even deeper into my void. He was battering my inner-sphincter, causing my eyes to roll back into my head. I could feel his balls, mashed against my hole, as they began to throb. His cock swelled inside me, pressing against the walls of my fuck canal.

“Fuck, bro,” he announced urgently. “I’m about to—oh FUCK—I’m about to—FUCK—FUCK.”

“Oohh—shiiiit,” I exclaimed, the hung stud’s warm seed spewing in my depths as he railed me from behind, my eyes closed in ecstasy. I could feel every pulse of his cock as rope after rope of his load was deposited in me. “Fucking breed me,” I begged, elated to have his cum inside me.

He pulled out abruptly, slapping my ass like guys always do in porn films. I turned back to look at him, his load gushing from my wrecked hole, his cummy cock dripping onto the floor. And that’s when I froze in terror. We weren’t alone. My nephew Riley and all of his buds were watching us. How long had they been there?

“Riley,” I gasped. “Please don’t be mad. It all happened so fast—”

“My turn to fuck him,” Riley announced, ignoring my pleas for forgiveness. Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his hard eight-incher, a drop of precum already at the tip. “You should have let me fuck him first, Conner,” he admonished his buddy. “It’s my birthday after all.”

And then my nephew shoved his big dick into my sloppy hole, grabbing me by the hips just like his buddy had done, jackhammering my used cunt at a breakneck pace. Was this really happening? Was I truly getting fucked by my nephew?

“Jesus, Conner,” Riley admonished playfully. “You dumped a huge fucking load in this cunt. I guess I’m just gonna have to add my own load to the mix.”

And after a few more deep thrusts, Riley’s balls smacking my ass, he did just that—dumped a huge load in me. Grunting over and over again, he deposited our shared DNA into my awaiting depths.

I’d like to say that in that moment, while my nephew was breeding me, I had some sense of remorse, a possible regret for crossing that incestuous line. But honestly, I didn’t give a fuck about some stupid taboo. Having Riley’s big cock in me, his load in my bowels, was just too fucking good.

When his cock had stopped throbbing, his balls depleted, Riley pulled out of me. Almost immediately another cock was thrust inside me. This time it was Preston or Jackson or—I didn’t really know or care who the fuck it was.

Like his predecessors, the guy grabbed me by the hips and launched a rigorous fucking inside my sloppy hole, not letting up until he had dumped his load into the cum soup inside of me. He pulled out abruptly, a melange of cum streaming out of my hole, as he high-fived the next guy whose cock was suddenly shoved into my used cunt.

The next few hours became a blur as the guys took multiple turns with my hole—cock after cock, load after load, pounding me over and over. I hadn’t been dicked down that hard since my days in the army, and I was loving every minute of it.

It was late the next morning when I awoke, the bed soaked with sweat, sex, and cum—evidence of the night of debauchery. My hole was puffy and sore, but in the best possible way. I was yawning and stretching, trying to bring myself back to the land of the living, when I noticed Riley in the doorway to my room, wearing nothing but a pair of briefs.

“The guys just left,” he informed me, his voice hoarse from too much beer, weed, and fucking. “They wanted me to thank you for—uh—everything, and said they’d like to do it again soon.”

“Any time you like,” I smiled. “You hungry? I could scramble up some eggs for breakfast.”

“I was more thinking I’d like to dump another load in you,” Riley announced, climbing onto the bed with me. He pulled down the front of his briefs, his morning wood springing to attention. “I really want to be inside you again.”

But before I could give my assent, Riley pushed my knees to my chest and shoved his big cock into my used, puffy hole. My legs wrapped instinctively around his firm ass while he began to pummel me, his rhythm unrelenting.

“You’re not gonna tell my dad that I fucked you?” he beseeched, his eyes locking on mine, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust. “I don’t think he—”

“I’m not going to tell your dad,” I assured my nephew. “But I don’t think he’d be all that angry. Your dad used to fuck my ass all the time before he married your mom. He’s the reason I became such a talented power bottom.”

And with that realization, Riley promptly dumped a huge fucking load inside me. It was indeed good to be the super cool guncle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s okay,” I shrugged nervously.

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

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

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

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

What the fuck was I thinking?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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