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The annual spring camping trip with Grayson and his dad Brock had started when we were kids. And though I had been attracted to my buddy’s dad and his über masculine body since my earliest pubescent days, my lust for Brock only intensified after I had reached maturity. And though I was still deeply in the closet at the age of eighteen, I suspected that my desires had become apparent to him.

The first change in Brock’s attitude toward me occurred during our ritual plunge into a waterfall basin that was near our campsite, the icy waters churning with melt off from winter snows. We had always worn swim suits but, now that Grayson and I were grown, his dad stripped down naked with his big, floppy cock swinging between his hairy legs. He encouraged Grayson and me to do the same. Grayson and I politely averted our glances, not wanting to get caught staring at each other’s cocks. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off his dad’s huge dick—meaty and delicious, begging for attention. 

To be fair, I knew Brock was hung like fuck. After the divorce from Grayson’s mom, it was no secret that he was giving it to all the divorced moms in the neighborhood—some of the married ones, too. I had overheard my mom’s friend Mina bragging that Brock had nearly busted her pussy, laughing that she almost needed stitches by the time he was done with her. Hearing shit like that only made me want Brock all the more. 

On our first night of camping, Brock always made s’mores for Grayson and me as we sat around the campfire. But now that we were “big guys,” as he put it, Brock passed around a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. Taking the first swig, he then passed the bottle to me. Eagerly, I took my first sip, the alcohol burning on its way down, my cock hardening at the thought of his saliva on the rim of the bottle. 

After several passes, the whiskey nearly gone, Brock passed the bottle to me once more. “Grayson tells me he’s been fucking that girl Bella up the street—the one with the big tits. Apparently, she’s a slut for dick just like her mom. You been fucking her, too, Parker?”

“Nah,” Grayson laughed, answering for me. “Parker is still a virgin.”

“Nothing to be ashamed of,” Brock winked at me. “It’ll happen when you’re ready. And something tells me your time will be soon,” he locked eyes with me.

My mind reeled. Was Brock flirting with me? I barely had time to process what was happening when Grayson stood up and yawned. “I’m tired as fuck,” he announced, staggering to the tent that we shared. Usually, I followed Grayson to bed. But with the alcohol coursing through my veins, my hormones in overdrive, I decided to stay by the fire with Brock, hoping he might make a move on me.

“I’m gonna hit the sack, too,” Brock announced, giving a broad stretch before heading to his tent. “You boys sleep well tonight. I’m always here if you . . . need anything.”

Did Brock expect me to follow him? Was the anything his cock? I was confused and, thus, made my way back to the tent I shared with Grayson. He was snoring lightly, huddled in his sleeping bag. I climbed into my own sleeping bag, resting my arms behind my head.

What the fuck was wrong with me? I should have made a move on my buddy’s dad when the two of us were alone by the fire. But I did nothing, waiting for him to proposition me. But the night was not lost. I needed to grab the bull by the horns and make my move. I needed to offer myself up to Brock.

Climbing out of my tent, I was elated to see his camping lamp illuminating the sides of his tent. Brock was clearly still awake.

“You boys need something?” he asked, holding up the flap to his tent as I climbed in with him, the lamp illuminating his muscular, hairy body. 

“Aren’t you cold?” I asked, noting that he was shirtless. “I’m freezing,” I shivered.

“Nah, I never get cold,” Brock winked, stroking his dense forest of chest hair. “Not with all this man fur that I’ve got.” And then he opened his sleeping bag for me, naked beneath, his massive cock ready for action. “Why don’t you climb in here with me, Parker?” he offered. “I can warm you up.”

Instantly, my face was buried in his furry chest as Brock wrapped his muscular arms around me. Flipping us over within his sleeping bag, he was suddenly on top of me, pulling off my sweat pants with his meaty hands.

“I was hoping you’d come find me,” he growled, his breath hot at my ear, his scruffy beard scratching my cheek. “I’ve been jonesing to get my cock inside you all day.”

And then he kissed down my body, skirting around my cock, until his lips met my thighs. With his strong hands, he pushed my knees into my chest, exposing my hole to him. And then I felt it—his tongue probing into the puckered folds of my sphincter. The sensation was incredible, my toes curling as he licked and sucked at my hole, readying it for him.

“Holy fuck,” I moaned, pulling off his winter cap and running my fingers through his thick head of hair as Brock ate my hole ravenously. I tensed for a brief second as he pushed one and then two of his thick fingers inside of me, widening them scissor-like, opening my hole for him. “That feels so fucking good.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he laughed, pushing himself upward onto his muscular arms, his cock head pressed up against my virgin hole. And then—with one, deep thrust—Brock was inside me. I was a virgin no more.

“FUCK,” I cried, lighting bolts in my vision, my hole ripped apart. “It hurts so bad,” I whined like a baby.

“Just ride out the pain,” Brock advised, holding still inside me. “The first time hurts like fuck at first, but you’ll soon be feeling good.”

“Have you fucked a lot of virgins, like me?” I asked my sphincter still locked around the base of his cock, my legs tensing.

“I’ve had more than my fair share of virgins—both girls and guys,” Brock shared, his cock beginning to move slowly inside of me.

“I—I didn’t know you fucked guys,” I admitted, the pain subsiding, my sphincter relaxing. 

“I love fucking pussy,” he answered matter-of-factly. “But nothing beats fucking a guy’s ass,” Brock suddenly shoved deep inside of me, his balls mashed against my hole. “You see how deep I am inside of you—all nine inches of me?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, my eyes rolling back into my head.

“There’s no pussy on earth that will allow me to do that,” he laughed, smacking my ass. “Or will allow me to do this—”

And then Brock began a violent assault on my ass, hammering at my hole with his big dick, beating it into submission. My hands gripped his hairy forearms, bracing myself against his assault. “You’re so deep,” I screamed in amazement, waves of pleasure coursing through my body with each driving thrust.

“Yeah, open that cunt for me,” he barked, looking down at his big dick gliding in and out of me. “That gaping cunt is a virgin hole no more.”

He was right. My virgin hole had morphed into the man cunt that it was always meant to be. I was taking his big dick like a champ—and I was fucking loving it. Stretching my legs, I wrapped them around his meaty ass, pulling him into me. Over and over, Brock pounded my hole. Though it was cold as fuck outside, the tent was blazing hot, our body heat raising the temperature. Sweat began to pool upon Brock’s hairy chest, raining down upon my body as he pounded me mercilessly.

“You like my big dick?” he asked, his cock a battering ram in my bowels. “You like this big dick all up in you?”

“Yes,” I exhaled, struggling to breathe, overwhelmed by the intensity of his assault. “Your big cock feels so good inside of me.”

“You gonna let me cum inside you?” Brock demanded, his balls slapping my ass with each deep thrust. “You gonna let me breed your cunt?”

“Breed me,” I begged. “Fucking dump that load in me.”

“You’re about to get it,” he warned, his cock swelling inside of me, pressing against the walls of my fuck canal. Instantly, I felt a deep throbbing in my bowels as Brock cried out, “FUCK—Here it comes—FUCK—SHIT—FUCK.”

He collapsed upon me, his cock pulsing in my depths, his warm cum spewing into my unchartered void, marking me as his own. “Breed me,” I begged again, his warm load spreading through my guts. “Fill me with your seed.”

“Damn, you’ve got a cunt made for cock,” he growled, pulling out of me, watching as his pearly load gushed from my wrecked hole. “I’ll be right back.”

And then suddenly Brock was gone—naked and into the cold night. I assumed he had to piss, but didn’t hear the sound of his stream splashing up against a tree or into the dirt behind our tent. Yet before I could wonder for too long, the mystery was solved. 

“Dad says you’re taking cock in here,” Grayson suddenly climbed into the tent with me, pulling down his sweat pants and resting the waistband beneath his balls, unleashing a cock that mirrored his dad’s big dick in every way. “Fuuuuuck,” Grayson exhaled, pushing into my cummy hole, fucking me with his own father’s cum as lube.

“Told you he’s got a hot hole,” Brock suddenly appeared behind Grayson, his meaty hands on his son’s shoulders. “That’s it, son. Fuck his ass with your big dick,” Brock encouraged Grayson as he pummeled my hole. “Fuck the shit out of that little cock slut.”