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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.