“Happy Fourth of July,” Jimbo greeted me on the front porch with his dopey, himbo smile. The house was decked out in patriotic bunting, American flags lining the driveway. Jimbo was shirtless, his hairy, muscular body stuffed into a tight pair of jeans. The boy was a living, breathing sex toy, batteries not required. The only thought within his big, empty head was a constant desire to fuck, which is why I was there. “Dad’s not here right now,” Jimbo informed me. “He’s setting up the fireworks down at the dock.”
Big Jim’s annual Fourth of July bash at his lake house was the talk of the town every summer. But this year, everyone’s tongues were wagging about his son, Jimbo. The boy had flunked out of the Bible college that he was attending and had recently returned home. Jimbo had acquired a taste for dick in college and, in true himbo fashion, liked getting his ass railed as often as possible.
Initially, Jimbo got a job down at Wally’s gas station. But Wally canned him on the second day for taking a line of cock in the men’s room. After that, Jimbo set up shop in his bedroom, right under Big Jim’s nose. News spread like wildfire amongst the men in town that Bangin’ Betty, the five-dollar whore down at the truck stop, was no longer the easiest hole in town.
Personally, I had no objection to sticking my dick in a dude. After two stints in the Navy, I knew that a man’s hole can be just as good as pussy—better in fact. And so when I learned that Jimbo was taking cock out at his Dad’s place, I decided to drop by on the afternoon of July 4th, hoping to dump a load in the boy.
My ultimate plan was to avoid Big Jim. I had gone hunting with him since I was a boy. He was like an uncle to me, and it seemed kind of wrong for me to be fucking his son. Lucky for me, my covert plan worked when Big Jim wasn’t around.
“Dad’s not here right now,” Jimbo informed me, his hairy, muscular body just begging to be fucked. “He’s setting up the fireworks down at the dock.”
“I’m actually here for you, Jimbo,” I stated.
“Oh yeah?” his eyes traversed my body, locking on my bulging crotch. “Then why don’t you come up to my room?”
Two minutes later, I was tossing my clothes onto the floor of Jimbo’s bedroom as he stripped off his jeans and positioned himself flat on his back upon the bed. The room smelled like sex and cum, a pile of discarded fuck rags on the floor along with a couple used bottles of poppers. Jimbo had been a busy boy.
“You got any lube?” I asked, scanning his bed table and seeing only an unopened box of Trojans that had yet to have any takers.
“You won’t need lube,” Jimbo assured me, pulling his legs to his chest, presenting his ass to me. His puckered hole was red and puffy, wet with semen. “I just got bred maybe thirty minutes ago,” he confessed. “You’ll have no problem sliding into this sloppy hole.”
Jimbo wasn’t kidding. Pushing into him was like warm, apple pie—as about American as it gets. “Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, my eight-incher sliding balls deep into that used cunt. “So tell me,” I invited, staring down at my cock as it glided in and out of Jimbo, my shaft coated in a viscous sheen. “Whose cum is all over my cock right now?”
“I don’t kiss and tell,” Jimbo winked, clamping his sphincter around the base of my cock.
“Bullshit,” I spat, smacking his ass with my open palm. “Just about every guy in town that I know has bred your ass. Ain’t no use pretending it’s some secret. So tell me—who seeded your ass this morning?”
“Fine,” Jimbo acquiesced with a devilish grin. “You know the new assistant football coach down at Central High? The one who’s hot as fuck?”
“Reese Walker?” I gasped, delivering a deep thrust. “No fucking way. Reese just got married last year. His wife is expecting. He fucked you?”
“He dumped two loads in me on this very bed,” Jimbo gloated. “Had you shown up a bit earlier, you could’ve tagged my ass with him.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I marveled, staring down at the football coach’s creamy load coating my dick. “Was he hung—the football coach?”
“Yeah—but not as big as you,” Jimbo answered, gripping my forearms as I drove deeper into his cunt.
“Yeah, right,” I laughed, pounding him harder. “I bet you tell all the guys that.”
“No, seriously,” Jimbo reached up and caressed my hairy chest. “You’re thick as fuck—a real hole splitter.”
“You like that? My big dick splitting you open?” I taunted, pushing his knees further into his chest, opening his cunt for me. “You want me to wreck your hole with this big dick?”
“Yes,” Jimbo moaned like a bitch in heat. “Fucking wreck my cunt. Destroy my pussy.”
“Your wish in my command,” I smacked his ass hard, the outline of my hand branded on his skin. “Get ready to be destroyed, bitch.”
Planking above his muscular, hairy body, my hands driven into the mattress, I began to jackhammer the ever-living shit out of Jimbo’s quivering cunt. I was pounding him hard, my big dick a battering ram in his bowels. His fingernails dug into my forearms, bracing himself against my attack.
“You’re so fucking deep,” Jimbo screamed, my cock assaulting his hole mercilessly. With each deep thrust, more and more of the coach’s cum escaped Jimbo’s used hole and puddled onto the sheet beneath us. My balls were smacking his ass hard, a wet thwack echoing against the bedroom walls.
I was getting close—my load rising in my swollen shaft, my balls beginning to throb. I could have enjoyed fucking the slutty himbo’s sweet cunt all day, but I was past the point of no return, my balls unable to hold back any longer.
“You want my cum?” I demanded. “You want me to dump my hot load in you?”
“Yes—breed me,” Jimbo pleaded, his voice breaking. “Fucking seed my ass.”
I could feel it from deep inside me—that first expulsion of cum rising quickly in my shaft, ready to blast Jimbo’s bowels. “FUCK,” I grunted, pulling out and delivering a porn-star-worthy money shot. A thick rope of my pearly load went airborne as it arched over Jimbo’s chest and splatted him in the face. Quickly, I pushed back inside him, the rest of my seed flooding Jimbo’s guts.
“That’s it—dump that load in me,” Jimbo begged through cummy lips, my warm jizz dripping off his face.
As soon as my cock stopped throbbing in his depths, I pulled out of Jimbo’s ass, my load gushing from his gaping hole. I watched it slipping onto the sheets, joining the cum soup that was already there. Quickly, I retrieved my clothes from the floor, pulling on my shorts and shirt. The deed was done. It was time for me to bolt.
“Thanks for the pussy,” I slapped Jimbo’s ass once more. He was immobile upon the bed, his legs still spread wide as if his body coudn’t remember any other state of being. I was eager to get the fuck out of there, not wanting to get caught by Jimbo’s dad—Big Jim. Deftly, I made my way down the stairs, a large figure looming at the bottom of the staircase in wait for me.
“Jesus, Big Jim,” I gasped at the sight of him. “You scared the shit out of me. I was just—I was just—”
“Fucking my son,” he cut me off.
“I’m sorry,” I offered feebly. “When I heard Jimbo was taking cock, I wanted to give his ass a try.”
“You and every other guy in town,” Big Jim sighed. “I caught Reverend Dimmsdale up there plowing the boy yesterday. The man certainly had no issue with taking the good Lord’s name in vain.”
“Or with adultery,” I added with a laugh. “I’m sorry. I shoudn’t joke,” I apologized. “I know this has got to be difficult for you, watching your son becoming the town cumdump.”
“There’s nothing I can do about it,” Big Jim shrugged. “Jimbo is an adult now. It’s his body, his choice. Listen, I gotta get up to the liquor store and stock up for the party,” he suddenly pivoted. “You coming tonight?”
“I wouldn’t miss it,” I smiled before taking my leave, my balls feeling remarkably light and happy as I walked to my truck.
I arrived back at the house later that night just before sundown. A row of trucks and SUVs lined the road leading up to Big Jim’s lake house. Despite that, the crowd seemed unusually thin with just a smattering of people—mostly women and kids—circling the bonfire or hanging around down at the dock, waiting for the fireworks.
“Where is everyone?” I approached Big Jim at the long row of coolers stocked with bottles of cold beer. “Seems like there should be more people here.”
“All the men are up at the house,” Big Jim gestured up the hill. “They’re all lined up to fuck Jimbo.”
“Damn,” I feigned shock, for I really wasn’t all that surprised. Jimbo’s easy cunt was the best attraction in town. “I’m sure they’ll come out later for the fireworks.”
“Who needs fireworks when you can launch your bottle rocket up some slutty dude’s ass?” Big Jim laughed, finding humor in the situation.
“Well—Happy Fourth, Big Jim,” I held out my beer in a toast. “You’ve fucked the boy by now, haven’t you?” I queried, one eyebrow raised as we clinked bottles. “No one would fault you—even if he is your own son.”
“Yeah,” Big Jim admitted, a wild look in his eyes. “I fucked Jimbo’s ass for the first time today, after you left earlier. Dumped two big loads in him. Having a cumdump living under my roof? Well, shit. I’m livin’ the American dream.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
