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He barely broke a sweat and wasn't exactly planning to shower in the office, but seeing the shower stall, he knew he had to try it. He didn't bring any toiletries, but since he was working for one of the leading companies in personal care and hygiene, he knew there was bound to be some free body wash and shampoo lying around here somewhere. He walked around and ended up entering a separate bathroom so spacious that it felt like a hotel bathroom. Plus, it came fully stocked with shower products and even had a fresh set of towels. He didn't even think twice before stripping naked and hopping right into the shower, using as much shower gel as he wanted. He just found it awkward having a floor-to-ceiling mirror in the shower, watching his reflection as he lathered up. And as he rinsed everything off, he looked at himself once again and realized his excitement had somehow turned into arousal with his general standing tall. Exactly like a hotel room, he thought to himself as he started running his hand down the length of his shaft. He knew he had the locker room to himself, so he went all out, letting the water run through him as he played with himself. He was looking right at his reflection when he finally shot his load all over the mirror.

That was when the mirror suddenly turned clear and an unknown voice from a hidden speaker started talking to him, "Hey, you're Josh right? The new hire? Well, we weren't gonna interfere with your activity but you see, these fancy glass panels are quite expensive yet so sensitive, so if you could please make sure to clean up your uh... mess off the glass before heading out, that would be great. Thank you!"

He froze in place upon suddenly seeing a conference room full of people through the glass. They had just watched him wash himself from head to toe and were now just looking at him with his hand wrapped around his cock still dripping with cum. It took him a moment to register everything he did before he immediately clasped his hands to his crotch and shrieked in absolute horror of what he had shown them.

"Not sure if you've been toured around the building yet, but you're using one of our top-of-the-line research showers. We use them to observe how our customers use our body and hair care products right where it matters most - in the bathroom. The piece de resistance is the electronic glass which lets us switch between a one-way mirror and a glass window so we can see all the action without making the test subjects uncomfortable. And we've got the entire research division in here with us, not sure if you've met them all yet. Typically, our subjects wear a swimsuit for obvious modesty reasons, but you going the full mile was definitely a welcome change of pace," the voice on the speaker droned on as the naked man's face turned even redder.

"Yeah Josh, we never get to see anyone use our shower gel to clean their intimate parts this up close, so we really have a lot of good observations from this impromptu research session," another unknown voice started speaking.

"We've seen some survey notes on how the feeling and smell of the lather made for a sensual experience, but I never thought it would escalate into self pleasure!" Another researched chimed in.

"And it was quite the load too! You must have had that saved up for quite a while, right boys?" The entire room was laughing. At this point, he wished the ground would just swallow him up from embarrassment.

"Anyways, your shift must be starting soon. We won't keep you any longer. I might drop by later and ask you a few more questions about your experience later. So see ya around the office and welcome to the company!" The glass became a mirror again, the shock and humiliation in his face now staring right back at him. He was alone again but he could still feel everyone watching him as he dried himself off.

He thought the worst of it was over, until he placed his thumb on the scanner of his locker, only for it to beep in error and remain locked. He was only in a towel, desperately banging on the locker when someone finally approached him. "Hey, you must be new here. Have you already registered your biometrics at the front desk? If not, then that locker is as good as sealed."

"What? But my clothes, my laptop, everything is in there!" He was almost in tears realizing that his day of humiliation had only just begun.

"Yup, I can walk you to the front desk if you aren't familiar with where it is. Oh, and just a reminder that we can't bring any towels outside of the locker room. So you'll have to..."

"So I have to be naked? You'd rather me walk around the office with my ass out than bring a towel out of the gym?" He was almost in disbelief of everything that was happening, as if the world was working against him, or maybe working to expose him.

"It's a hygiene rule. You know they're strict about hygiene here," the unknown officemate told him, pulling the towel off the naked man without any warning. With one hand in the front and another in the back, Josh walked out of the locker room, trying his best to avoid any eye contact.

Moments later, he was at the front desk, pressing both hands on a touch pad to get his fingerprints, leaving his cock on display for everyone at the entrance and lobby. That was when a researcher from earlier recognized him, "Aren't you the guy who came all over the research showers? Josh, right? I can't believe you still aren't dressed, but with a body like yours I would be showing off all the time too, haha. Man, our team has been looking all over for you! We've got this new lotion we wanted you to test with your um, specific user case. I mean, I understand if you haven't re-loaded yet, if you know what I mean. But judging by how your manhood is already pointing up, I'm guessing that you're ready to go."

With both his hands pressed on the touch pad, Josh glanced downwards and only realized then that he was once again rock hard. "I'm just trying to get my locker open, then I think I have some work to do after," the naked man tried his best to get out of jacking off in front of a team of researchers once more.

But the front desk officer suddenly chimed in, "Even after we get your biometrics, it will take us a few hours or even business days to get this approved. Since your laptop is in your locker, you should be free for the rest of the day at least."

"You mean you won't even open my locker after this? My keys are in there. How am I even gonna get home!" Josh was pleading already.

"We can only open lockers if they present any threat to security. And I mean, seeing how your chest hair trails down to that impressive hog of yours ain't really a security threat. I'll let you know once your biometrics have been cleared. For now, you're free to go," the front desk officer gave him a wink and a nod to the researcher.

“Dude. I’m not even in all the way yet,” he replied before fully penetrating me with a violent thrust.

“I’m gonna have a few guys over tonight,” my older brother Dylan informed me earlier that day.

“But Mom and Dad said no parties while they’re out of town,” I protested.

“It’s not a fuckin’ party,” Dylan snapped back. “It’s just a few of my buds hanging out here.”

But from past experience, I knew it would be a party. Unlike me, Dylan had always been popular with a large circle of buddies. There would be at least thirty hot guys, a couple of kegs, a stack of pizzas in the kitchen, beer pong in the garage, a poker game at the dining table, and pussy porn streaming in the den.

I had often fantasized about being on my knees in the den, sucking off a circle of drunk straight guys as some porn bitch got her pussy railed on the TV screen. Dylan’s party could finally be my chance.

“Can I hang with you guys?” I asked hopefully, desperate to be included for once, eager to make my naughty fantasy come true.

“Fuck no,” Dylan spat.

“But I’m eighteen now,” I pleaded.

“You’ll stay upstairs in your room, like always,” he ordered. “And if you breathe a fucking word of this to Mom and Dad, I’ll kick your ass.”

Rejected by my brother once again, my dreams dashed, I suddenly had an epiphany. Just because I couldn’t attend the party, didn’t mean I couldn’t bring the party to me.

When it came to sex, I wasn’t all that experienced. But there was one thing that I knew for sure—that a drunk straight guy will stick his dick in just about any warm hole that he can find. That night, my warm hole would be free for the taking.

Dylan’s buddies started arriving around 10 pm, cars and trucks lining up and down the street. By midnight, there had to be forty guys at the house, and from the noise emanating from downstairs, they were drunk off their asses. It was time to put my plan in motion.

The hall bathroom was directly opposite my bedroom. As the party raged on, with guys getting more and more drunk, I knew there would be a steady line of guys streaming in and out of that bathroom, eager to take a piss. And after draining their full bladders in the toilet, they could then cross the hall and drain their full balls in me.

I stripped down naked, greased up my hole with some lube, and positioned myself face down on the bed. My ass was presented towards the door, open and ready for any willing participant. I wouldn’t have to wait long.

The first guy came ambling up the stairs, completely wasted, gripping the rail with each step. I craned my neck to get a better look at him. Dressed in a black t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans that highlighted an ample bulge, I recognized him as one of Dylan’s former football teammates. Brad or maybe Chad? I couldn’t remember his name, but I knew that I wanted his cock.

Burying my face back into the pillow, I heard him unzipping his jeans as he lifted the toilet seat, and then the splash of his stream into the bowl. He pissed like a racehorse, proof that he had consumed several beers. After his bladder had been emptied, I heard him flush. My heart raced, wondering if he would spot me on the bed, praying he would use me.

“What the fuck?” he blurted, his eyes obviously upon me. I looked back and saw him in the doorway, his thick cock still hanging out of his pants, a golden drop of piss dangling at the tip.

“Fuck my ass,” I encouraged him, burying my face again. “Use my tight hole.”

He was silent, his wheels turning. Guys like him never think of fucking another dude. But guys like him are also helpless to resist an easy hole. Would he take the plunge—both literally and figuratively?

Suddenly, I felt his weight on the bed, his knees pushing my legs wider. His meaty hand was on my back, his rounded cock head finding my hole. And then—wham—he was inside me.

“FUCK,” I gasped, a flash of white-hot pain as he plunged my depths, his balls pressed against my hole.

With all his weight upon me, he worked quickly and rhythmically, pounding me over and over in a violent frenzy. It hurt so good, the flashes of pain mixing with euphoric waves of pleasure. I didn’t want it to end, but he was driving hard at his mission to dump his load in me as quickly as possible.

“Get ready for my nut,” he announced urgently, biting at my ear, his big cock swelling inside me. Instantly, a deep throbbing consumed my body as spurt after spurt of his load released inside me.

“You tell no one about this,” he commanded as he pulled out of me, his warm cum escaping from my used hole.

But he must have told someone, because not two minutes after he tumbled back downstairs, I was being mounted by another drunk dude . . . and then another . . . and another. I lost count of how many cocks I took that night, but I’d guess that at least twenty of Dylan’s buddies bred my hole as the party raged on into the wee hours of the morning.

Dylan was nursing a cup of coffee when I tumbled downstairs late the next morning, my wrecked hole throbbing with each step. The house was a mess, littered with red Solo cups.

“I know what you did last night,” Dylan sneered as I entered the kitchen. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

“Please, Dylan. I can explain—” I pleaded, but Dylan raised his hand to silence me.

“Look, I don’t care if you want to offer up your sloppy ass to all my drunk buddies,” he began, “but clue me in next time. We can charge those horny motherfuckers fifty bucks a pop and then split the cash. Understand?”

“Yes,” I agreed, eager to be a cum dump for my brother’s buddies again.

“Good,” Dylan smiled devilishly. “Now bend over this table for me. I’ve got a four-day load in these balls for you.”

“You’re—you’re not my usual doctor,” I stammered, uneasy with discussing my awkward issue with a doctor who was so fucking hot. “I’ve always seen Dr. Watkins.”

“I’m Dr. Johnson,” he informed me. “Dr. Watkins is a pediatrician. Our office policy is to move you up to one of the general practitioners in the practice once you’ve reached eighteen. You’re a big guy now, so you can see a big guy doctor. You okay with that?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Good,” he smiled. “Now, why don’t you tell me what’s going on down there?”

“My—uh—my balls have been hurting pretty bad since last night.”

“I see,” he nodded, washing his hands at a small sink in the room. “Go ahead and strip down, and then climb up on the exam table so I can have a look.”

Though I was embarrassed to be fully naked in front of this stellar specimen of a man, I obeyed his orders. Shedding my clothes, I reclined upon the exam table, my legs spread wide to give him access to my junk, my big dick flopped against my thigh. 

“I’m noticing some slight swelling of the epididymides,” he observed palpating my ballsack, my nuts contracting involuntarily at his touch, my cock growing hard. 

“Sorry about that,” I apologized, my dick engorging rapidly, reaching for the ceiling. “It’s got a mind of its own.”

“Don’t apologize,” he laughed. “It happens to a lot of guys during examination. It tells me there’s no issue with blood flow, if you’re able to achieve a strong erection like this.”

“Cool,” I replied, mortified to have a rock-hard boner in front of the hot doctor. 

“I’m able to distinguish each vas deferens,” he continued, his fingers probing deeper into my ballsack. “That’s a good sign, as we can rule out torsion.”

“Okay,” I answered, not knowing what the fuck he was talking about. 

“Other than some mild swelling,” he stated, gently rolling each of my balls between his thumb and index finger, “everything presents as normal. I’m not finding any lumps or anything that would be of concern.”

“Then—then why do my balls hurt?”

“Are you sexually active?”

“No,” I replied, slightly embarrassed. 

“I need you to be honest with me,” he persisted. “Because if you’re sexually active, I’ll need to draw some blood to rule out the possibility of STDs, which can cause testicular pain.”

“I swear to you—I’m still a virgin. I’ve never been with anyone.”

“Okay—I believe you,” he smiled. “Then how about you walk me through what you were doing last night when the pain in your balls began.”

“I—uh—I was just watching some videos in my room,” I answered evasively, not looking the doctor in the eye. 

“Was it porn?” he ventured. 

“Yes,” I confessed, shocked that he’d hit the nail on the head. “How’d you—?”

“You’re an eighteen-year-old boy,” he laughed. “Of course you look at porn. Hell, I’m thirty-two and I still enjoy it.”

“Please—please don’t tell my mom,” I pleaded. “She’s in the waiting room right now. My parents are religious and super conservative. They’ll kick me out of the house if they find out I watched porn under their roof.”

“Don’t worry,” he placed his hand on my naked thigh, inches from my hard cock. “You’re eighteen now, so what you tell me is confidential—strictly between us, okay?”

“Okay,” I nodded, relieved. 

“So the porn—was it gay or straight?”

“It was gay porn,” I admitted sheepishly. 

“Nothing wrong with that,” he winked. “I have a girlfriend, but still enjoy some guy-on-guy action now and then. So, after watching gay porn last night, did you jack off—empty the pipes?”

“No—uh—my parents taught me that masturbation is a sin,” I replied. “The Bible says that man shouldn’t spill his seed—”

“Yeah, I’ve heard all that horse shit before,” the doctor cut me off. “Look, it’s not my place to tell you what to believe. But what I will tell you is that you’ve got a classic case of blue balls. The medical term is epididymal hypertension, which is just a fancy way of saying your pipes are backed up.”

“So you’re saying that I need to jack off for my balls to feel better?”

“Yes,” the doctor nodded. “The sooner, the better—right now, in fact.”

“But, I don’t even know how to—”

“I’ll show you,” he gripped my hard cock in his meaty fist. “There’s really nothing to it.”

“Fuuuck,” I exhaled in ecstasy, my head tipping back against the crunchy paper on the exam table, his fist slowly stroking my cock up and down. Damn, it felt good. 

“I see a lot of dicks in my line of work, and you’ve got a really big one,” the doctor observed, gripping my cock harder, precum forming at the tip. “You’re gonna make some guy really happy one day.”

“You—uh—you have sex with girls and guys, you said?”

“Yeah,” the doctor acknowledged, increasing his pace, my balls sliding up and down in synch with his rhythm. “Sex isn’t black and white for me. I enjoy exploring all the gray areas—with both girls and guys.”

“That’s hot,” I remarked, staring down at my big dick in his capable fist, enjoying his skilled handiwork. 

“For me, what’s really hot,” he leaned in towards my cock, “is taking a big dick like this down my throat.”

And then he went for it, swallowing my cock whole, taking it to the balls. I looked down and, with his scruffy beard, it looked like my big cock was buried in a furry pussy, from the few times I watched straight porn. 

“Holy shit,” I gasped as he began to bob up and down on my big one, his lips locked around my thick shaft. 

“Damn, you’ve got a tonsil tickler,” he exclaimed, coming up for air briefly before diving back into it, my balls mashed against his furry chin. 

Instinctively, my hands went to his head, running my fingers through his hair as he expertly sucked my big dick. His head was like a piston, working my cock in and out of his warm throat. 

“You feeling good?” he asked, taking a quick breather, slapping my cock against his scruffy cheek. “You like fucking my throat with that big cock?”

“Yes,” I exhaled as he went back to it, sucking me ravenously. “Your throat feels so good.”

I knew that what he was doing was supposed to help my balls, but I grew concerned as the pressure in my nuts began to increase rapidly. I could feel a distinct throbbing, a force building in my shaft. And then it happened. 

“FUCK,” I gasped, my cock exploding in his mouth, the pipes bursting as my warm cum spewed down his eager throat. 

“Mmmm, mmmm,” he moaned, his lips locked around my swollen shaft, eagerly slurping down my creamy load. He held his head down on it, sucking out every last drop from my depleted balls. 

“Fuck, that was good,” I exhaled as he finally released me, my spent cock slapping against my thigh. A melange of cum and saliva dripped down his furry chin. 

“That was a big fucking load,” he marveled, wiping his wet beard with the back of his hand. “Your balls feel any better?”

“Much better,” I tugged at them gently, reveling in the feeling of complete release as I sat up on the exam table and swung my legs around to the side. 

“You just needed a good ball draining,” the doctor smiled, washing his hands in the sink once more. “Go ahead and get dressed.”

While I pulled on my clothes, the doctor scribbled something on his clipboard and then handed it to me. It was an appointment card. 

“I want you to return in three days,” he ordered. “I need to be sure that your balls have fully recovered.”

“Do you think you might need to give me another ball draining?” I asked hopefully. 

“Yes,” the doctor confirmed, leaning into me, his warm breath at my ear, his scruffy beard against my cheek. “And next time, I’m going to drain your balls with my tight hole. You’ll fuckin’ love it.”

I knew it was dangerous letting him stay with me when no one else was home. We hadn't done anything together in years but back when we did, we did things as much and often as possible. The amount of loads I had put in him was probably more than I had anyone else.

I undid my pants and let my cock fall out. After stepping out of them I pulled off my shirt and took off my socks. My dick was hard, I knew I shouldn't but I missed this, missed doing this with him after all this time.

He turned and smiled at me. "Hey, Chris," he said.

"Hey," I smirked.

I crawled on top of him, laying my body on his. My dick was already leaking as I lined it up and slowly pushed inside. Feeling him slowly wrapping around me. It brought a rush of euphoria as I connected with him in the most intimate way possible.

His ass was just as tight as I remembered, just as perfect. Our parents had no clue that my little brother was the perfect sexual partner for me. That so many times I fucked others, I had wished it was him instead.

"God I missed you," I whispered in his ear and kissed his neck.

"Me too," he replied and pushed his ass up into me.

I felt the last of my cock disappear into him. I began to slowly hump and fucking him. Working our bodies together, making love to one another.

I lifted up and looked down and watched as my cock entered and left him. It was the most beautiful thing to see.

I worked in and out of him, knowing he was loving it as much as I was. Hearing his moans and whispering my name was pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. It was like he knew.

"Cum in me, I need it," my brother told me.

I grabbed his hips and pulled him up to his knees and began to slam my body into his. Feeling his beautiful ass slapping against me, his tight hole squeezing around my dick perfectly.

"I needed you too," I said louder than I meant. "Only my brother can make me feel like this, fuck! I love you so much!"

"I love you!" He moaned and I felt his ass squeezing my cock.

He was cumming all over my sheets as I lost it and began giving him my seed. I felt myself emptying deep inside of him, giving him every bit of my cum. Fuck, why did I stop doing this? I collapsed on him, my dick still hard.

"This is going to be a great weekend," my little brother said as I caught my breath.

"Why only the weekend?" I chuckled.

“Yeah, it’s cool. You’re cool with me helping you?” I asked as I kept stroking him and he let go.

“Hell yeah, I’m cool with it. Your hand feels so much better than me doing it,” he said and put his hands behind his head. “God damn I could get used to this. Anytime you want to play with my dick. I’m down, okay?”

“Okay,” I said.

I noticed he had gotten hard watching a show. He wasn’t trying to hide it at all so I just asked if he was horny. Next thing I know, I’m asking him if I could touch it and then him showing me how he likes to be rubbed.

I put my hand under his shirt and slipped it under the waistband of his shorts, he didn’t stop me as I felt his dick in my hand for the first time. I slowly jerked him off as he stared down at what I was doing, every once in awhile looking over at me and smiling.

“You like my cock?” He asked with a smirk.

I nodded yes.

“I like your hand on it, do you want to take it out?” He asked me.

I reached over with my other hand and pulled down his shorts, his cock was big and it was wet at the tip. I continued stroking my brother and getting him off as he watched and enjoyed.

He kept looking over at me, he was really getting into it. My hand was moving faster and faster, his pre-cum was making his dick wet. I couldn’t help it and I just leaned over and sucked on the end of him.

“Fuck yeah, suck it,” he said under his breath.

That was all I needed to hear, I started giving him a blowjob. I was so horny for him. It was wild having my own family in my mouth, and he didn’t even mind, he liked it.

I bobbed up and down, using my lips, spit, and hand to give him pleasure. The way he moaned drove me crazy. Hearing my own brother enjoying my mouth was even better than I thought it could be.

“You’re going to make me nut,” he said softly, slightly moving his hips upward into my mouth.

“Mmm,” I mumbled with my lips around his cock.

“Fuck, you want it?” He said and thrust a bit faster. “You want that tasty nut of mine? Show me you want it,” he was filled with lust as he talked to me.

All I could do was moan and move my head and hand more, showing him the best I could that that was exactly what I wanted. My own Brothers seed, shooting in my mouth so I could swallow and make it a part of me.

“Here it comes,” he said just before it filled my mouth.

Two hours earlier, I had stormed out on my boyfriend after a big fight. He wanted to spend yet another Saturday night at home watching Nextflix while I sucked him off on the couch before he would nod off sometime around 10 pm.

I wanted to go out and have some fun, get drunk, and maybe hit that downtown gay club Spooge that I always heard about. And so I pulled on my fuck me jeans—the ones that show off my chiseled ass—and I dragged myself to Spooge, slamming the door on my boring-ass boyfriend as I left our apartment. 

Spooge was amazing, everything that I had hoped. Strobe lights silhouetted the scantily clad bodies of a sea of hot men as they moved to the beat of the booming bass. Eye candy was everywhere, but one hottie in particular had caught my eye. 

Sporting a tight shirt that hugged his muscular frame, the top few buttons undone to reveal a deliciously hairy chest, he had poured himself into a tight pair of jeans that did nothing to conceal his big package. I wanted to ride him in the worst possible way. And to my delight, he approached me at the bar.

“You’ve got the hottest ass in the place,” he growled in my ear, his hot breath melting me. “You come here often?”

“My first time,” I admitted, my eyes locked on his hairy chest. “How about you?”

“Now and then,” he smiled. “When the mood strikes. What brought you out tonight?”

“I—uh—I had a fight with my boyfriend,” I confessed sheepishly. 

“So you came here to get some dick?” he eyed me up and down, adjusting his package. “Some easy, no-strings sex?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “A revenge fuck, you could say. Does that make me a shit?”

“Nah,” he laughed. “I fucking love a cheater. You want my big dick? Fuck me to get back at your boyfriend?”

“Fuck yes,” I belted loudly over the loud music. “But where—? In the men’s room, maybe?” I scanned the crowd, looking for the bathrooms.

“No,” he laughed. “I want to fuck you in my bed. I live just two blocks from here. It’s a quick walk.”

Twenty minutes later, I was straddling the guy atop his bed, his eight-incher buried in my bowels. Fuck, it felt good to be naughty—thinking about my boyfriend home alone, likely jerking off to porn while I was getting the real thing. It had been a long time since I’d had a large cock up my ass, and I reveled in the euphoria of it.

“Yeah—ride this big dick,” he commanded, reaching up to pinch my nips, his other arm propped behind his head as I rode him like a cowboy, his big dick abusing my hole. “I want to cum in you so bad.”

“Not so fast,” I reached around, tugging his hairy balls gently to keep him from nutting too fast. “I want to enjoy this ride for as long as you can last.”

“I’ll try to hold back,” he promised, his hands gripping my ass. “But your meaty ass feels too fucking good.”

I leaned forward, planting my hands on his hairy pecs as I bobbed up and down on that big dick, my ass grinding down hard on him. Rocking my hips and tightening my sphincter, I rode him hard, effectively jacking him off in my fuck canal. 

“Fuck you know how to ride a dick,” he exhaled, propping his arms behind his head, enjoying my talents. “You ride your boyfriend like this every night?”

“No,” I confessed. “My boyfriend is more of a once-a-week missionary man, rocking out his load on top of me in under three minutes before rolling over and falling asleep.”

“Damn,” he shook his head. “If you were my boyfriend, I’d want you to ride me like this every fuckin’ night.”

His hands went to my hips at that point, showing me the rhythm he desired. I could tell he wanted to cum, and I wasn’t going to deny him that privilege. My cock and balls smacked his hairy abs over and over as he pounded my hole, his hips raised off the bed, pushing deeper into me. The depth and angle were incredible, my eyes rolling back into my head. I wanted to freeze that moment, to repeat it endlessly on a loop, but I knew his load was inevitable.

“Fuck yeah—just like that,” he growled, his balls smacking against my ass as he picked up the pace. I gripped his hairy pecs once more, riding him like a bucking bronco, trying to stay astride him as he pounded out his nut into me. 

“Shit—I’m getting close,” he warned. “Oh FUCK—that’s it—keep riding me—almost there—FUCK—FUCK.”

Over and over he grunted as he shot his load up my ass, a warm feeling spreading through my bowels. His body convulsed under me, nearly knocking me off him. He gripped my ass, his cock throbbing rhythmically in my depths. 

“Jesus that was good,” he stretched his arms, his balls finally depleted as I dismounted him. His cum streamed out of my used hole and down his shaft. I promptly bent forward, licking him clean. “You’ve got an amazing cunt.”

“Thanks,” I smiled, kissing him with my cummy lips, giving him a taste of his pearly elixir. 

He pulled me into him, my head resting on his hairy pecs. I listened to the beat of his heart and his breathing as they slowly returned to normal. His hand caressed my meaty ass—an ass that he had conquered and made his own. 

I began to fantasize that this big-dicked, hunk of a man—I didn’t even know his name—could be my boyfriend. I imagined long, passionate nights of fucking followed by pancakes in the morning before more fucking. We wouldn’t even need Netflix, preferring the hedonistic show in our bedroom to anything on TV. 

A loud buzz stole me from my reverie. It was my hookup’s phone, tossed onto the bed table. He reached for it, his spent cock streaking a drop of cum across my thigh in the process. 

“Shit, man,” he announced, reading a text. “You need to bolt—like now. My girlfriend is gonna be home any minute. She was having drinks with friends tonight. I thought she’d be out later than this.”

“Wait—your girlfriend?!” my jaw dropped. “You have a girlfriend?!”

“Yeah, and you have a boyfriend,” he countered. “What’s the difference?”

“So you’re—what?—like, bi or something?” I asked, trying to make sense of the situation as I scrambled to retrieve my crumpled clothes from the floor.

“Nah,” he denied, pulling on his briefs over his wet cock. “I’m straight.”

“And yet you went to a gay club to get laid tonight?” I spat indignantly.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “You know a better place than a gay club when a guy just needs some easy, no-strings sex?”

“Nah,” Alex insisted. “He won’t be long. He just wanted a quick shower before going home to his wife.”

“A married guy?” I teased. “You dirty slut.”

“Hung like fuck, too,” Alex winked back at me devilishly. “He fuckin’ dumped a massive load in me.”

“Damn,” I exclaimed, spreading his ass cheeks, noting the pearly seed dripping from his used, puffy cunt. “You know I can’t resist your sloppy hole.”

“Go ahead,” Alex encouraged as I unzipped my pants. “Get that big dick in this used pussy.”

Climbing on the bed, planking above him, I mounted Alex, my cock breaching the slippery, cummy folds of his cunt. The married dude’s load was still warm and wet inside of Alex—a sublime feeling.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I observed, glancing down at my cum-slicked cock as I thrusted in and out of Alex, plunging into his seeded void.

“Mmm, yeah,” Alex moaned. “Fuck my cummy hole. Breed me like a cum dump.”

“You’re about to get your wish,” I warned, the cum already rising in my shaft. The unbelievably hot image of my boyfriend getting fucked by some random married dude flashed like porn in my head, my balls responding in turn. “I’m getting close.”

“Breed my fuckin’ hole,” Alex begged, his talented ass gripping my cock, milking me. “Dump that load in this used pussy.”

Instantly, I did just that—my cock erupting in his depths, mixing with the warm seed from the married dude. When my dick stopped throbbing, my balls emptied, I pulled out and admired the melange of semen escaping from Alex’s hole.

And then it happened. The bathroom door opened. An older, handsome, muscled guy emerged in a cloud of steam. Freshly showered, his big dick swung like a pendulum between his meaty thighs.

“Dad?!” I gasped in shock.

“Well—this is awkward,” Dad chuckled sheepishly, avoiding eye contact with me, yet making no attempt to cover his massive cock. “Sorry, son. Alex said you wouldn’t be home for another hour.”

“You fucked my boyfriend?” I demanded incredulously.

“Yeah,” Dad nodded, a twisted smile. “But to be fair—a lot of guys have fucked your boyfriend. I’m just another tally mark on his ass.”

“But—but what about Mom?” I pleaded.

“Your mother?” Dad laughed. “Shit. That bitch hasn’t shown me her hairy cunt in ten years. What do you expect me to do? Rub my dick raw looking at porn?”

“No,” I demurred. “I guess I’m just—”

“Did you just fuck him?” Dad interrupted, eyeing my wet cock and the cum soup leaking from Alex’s ass. “Fuck him with my load in him?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “But I didn’t—”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Dad exclaimed, his big dick instantly hard. “The slutty bitch getting pumped full of cum by a dad and then his son. You want another load, Alex? Another blast of my cum in your guts?”

“Mmm, yeah,” Alex cooed, reaching back and fingering his used, puffy cunt. “Get that big dick back inside me. Breed me like a bitch.”

“Fuuuck, I love a sloppy hole,” Dad exhaled, his head tipping back in ecstasy as he pushed into Alex. “Christ, this is good.”

I watched in awe as my dad fucked my boyfriend, pounding Alex like a truck stop whore. Dad’s strength and stamina were inspirational—a total fuck machine.

“Son?” he turned his head to me, his big cock pummeling Alex’s puffy hole. “Be a good boy and text your mother for me. Tell her you and I are grabbing beers after work—and to hold my dinner. You and I are gonna tag this slut until he can’t feel his legs anymore.”

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

“Your step-uncle is rank, dude…”

“Yeah, well, you could get out of him… and that way you wouldn’t have to deal with it…”

*raises his arm and sniffs* “Yeesh, maybe I shouldn’t have nabbed him right after a run.”

“Well, again, you could get out of him and let him shower.”

“Jeez, dude, get a whiff of this.”

“Mmmppff! Bro, don’t shove my face in your—..his pits like that! But yeah, it’s… it’s strong..”

“Yeah, man, it’s all over! Smell these bushy tits..”

*inhales deeply* “… Yeah.. those tits are, uh… so hard and so, uh… skunky.”

“Yeah, man, speaking of hard and skunky, get a load of this crotch. I swear his scent is centralized here, dude… can you smell it fucking radiating from there? No, dude get.. closer.. ah, fuck.”

“Fuck, man, it’s so fucking strong, your—.. his crotch is wicked rank, man. Holy shit.”

“I know, bro, now… how does it taste? You think he tastes as strongly as he smells? That’s right, dude, wrap your lips around that cock.”

*pleasured gagging*

“Yeah man suck that shit down, awwww fuck, yeah like that, bro, suck it like you need it.” *grabs the side of his friend’s head and starts thrusting*

*intensified sucking and gagging sounds ensue*

“Awww shit, ooh jesus fuck, yeah bro, keep sucking, I’m working on something extra large for you,” *holds his friend’s hair with one hand and flexes his free arm while continuing to buck against his friend’s face*

*sucking and gagging sounds further intensify as he brings a hand up and starts tugging and massaging his friend’s bull nuts*

“Yeah, fucker, milk those nuts, milk them of every fuckin drop, you—Oh, oh fuck, here—Oh, fuck! Here is… comesssssss! Aaawwwwww….” *continues bucking against his friend’s head as he unloads buckets of cum into his mouth and throat, moaning and panting like an athlete*

*swallows and swallows as much as he can with as minimal choking as possible, spittle and jizz spraying out of the side of his bulging cheeks, until his friend stops thrusting against his face*

“Aaaahhh, fuck, that was nice. Tell me, how does he—how do I taste?”

*holds a finger up while swallowing the copious remainder of cum in his mouth, and smacks lips* “That was, uhh… that was yummy. Much better than he—you, uh, smells, that’s for sure.”

“Damn right. Listen, clean yourself off a little, don’t want you walking around the house looking and smelling like a used condom. I’m gonna go shower.” *Leans in to deliver we wet kiss, ends up sucking on his friend’s face and tongue for longer than intended, savoring the taste of his jizz on and inside his mouth*

*disconnects from the kiss with a wet *pop* and wipes his mouth as his cock leaks pre*

*smacks his lips* “Hmm… you know what, you’re right: yummy.”

*He turns and leaves and steps out of the door. From the inside, his friend could hear a deep groaning, followed by wet, slapping sounds and what sounded like a sack full of wet meat getting spilled onto the ground*

*The door opens and closes as the other friend walks back in, naked, his body wet and slimy, his hair in a mucusy mess* “Damn, man, I just passed your step-uncle in the hall. Dude was completely naked and passed out in the middle of the hall! What a riot…”

*As his friend giggled, pretending to not be aware of what just transpired, he couldn’t help but notice that his friend had taken on some qualities of his step-uncle, as he always did after his shenanigans. His hair was a little darker, he had more hair covering his body, his skin was a darker complexion than before, his cock and balls were substantially larger, and his muscles were noticeably more bulgy than before*

“I don’t know why you always act like we both don’t know what happened—..”

*Interrupting, as he checked out his new physique* “I don’t know what you’re talking about, man. Hey, you need some help with that? Bros don’t let bros stay hard without some assistance.” *He started sauntering over to the bed, licking his friend’s hard rod over his shorts*

“Fuck… Fine, dude, sure, slobber my knob, you’re clearly in the mood.”

Maybe it was the six beers I had in me. Maybe it was the six beers I knew Dad had in him. All I really knew was that, in that moment, I had a strong desire to shove my finger in my dad’s puckered hole as he stood there with his hairy ass exposed to me. It was like he was begging for it. And so I did it, spitting on my index finger quickly before slipping it inside his meaty ass. 

“The FUCK?!” Dad gasped, his face turned back to me as I gripped his muscular shoulder with my left hand, my right index finger probing his hole. 

Jesus Christ, what had I just done? I thought Dad might shove me back before pounding the shit out of me in a drunken rage. He could kick me out of the house—saying that just because I was gay, it didn’t give me the right to make inappropriate advances on my straight, married father. 

But that didn’t happen. Dad gripped the counter, his sphincter relaxing, as he pushed his ass back towards me. 

“Deeper,” he exhaled. “Fuck, that feels good, son. Get another finger in there. Yeah—that’s right. Stretch that tight hole, really open it up.”

Was this really happening? I had a moment of panic. What we were doing was wrong—like, really fucked up. We were both drunk, but not that drunk. Should I stop? But Dad was loving it, his hairy ass rocking back and forth, moaning softly as I finger fucked him. 

“You wanna fuck me?” he asked, turning his face back to me again, one eyebrow cocked. “You want to shove your cock up my ass?”

Wordlessly, I nodded, as I withdrew my finger and pushed down my shorts. My cock immediately sprang into action. 

“Fuck yeah,” Dad bellowed. “Look at that big cock—just like mine. And you’re already rock hard. Get that big dick in me, son.”

Spitting on my hard cock, I gripped Dad by the shoulders, and shoved into him. I was instantly balls deep as Dad pushed his ass against me, grinding his tight sphincter against my balls. 

“Jesus, that feels good,” Dad exhaled. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a dick up my ass.”

“Wait—when did you—?” I demanded, my cock growing even more rigid inside him at the image of my father getting railed by some guy. 

“Calm down,” Dad laughed. “It was a long time ago.”

“But—why—why didn’t you tell me this before?” I inquired. “You didn’t think to share that with your gay son—that you also like dick?”

“In my defense, you came out to your mom and me when you were twelve,” Dad laughed. “It wasn’t exactly the right time to be like—by the way, your dad is a power bottom.”

“Power bottom?” I gasped. 

“Yeah,” Dad shrugged. “I let a few buddies tag my hole in college, when they weren’t scoring pussy—which meant I was getting railed just about every night.”

“But who exactly were these guys? And how did it start? And what made you stop? And how come you—?”

“Look,” Dad cut me off. “I would love to take this trip down memory lane with you another time but, right now, I want you to shut up and fuck me.”

Following orders, I began a violent assault on his hole, my balls smacking against his hairy ass with each thrust. Christ, my dad had a hot cunt. 

“Fuck my ass, son,” he barked loudly, in that ultra-masculine voice he uses when he’s yelling at the TV when a referee makes a bad call. “Yeah—fuck my ass. Fuckin’ wreck my hole.”

I moved my hands to his hips as he leaned forward on the kitchen counter, my cock sliding even deeper inside of him. Dad clenched his sphincter around my cock, milking me as I proceeded to jackhammer him relentlessly. 

“Jesus, Dad,” I exclaimed. “If you keep doing that—I’m gonna—I’m gonna—“

“That’s it, son,” Dad cut me off, sensing my imminent release. “Fucking seed my ass—breed this tight hole.”

As if on cue, my dick detonated inside him, a massive release of cum as my cock throbbed over and over in his warm bowels. “FUCK—FUCK—FUCK,” I grunted repeatedly with each spasm, my load discharging deep into his void.

“Shit, that was good,” Dad exhaled as I pulled out of him, my pearly load streaming down the inside of his hairy thigh and also dripping from my cock. “You feel good?” Dad asked, turning around to face me.

“Fuck yes,” I answered, breathlessly. “Your ass is fucking amazing, Dad.”

“Thanks, son,” he winked, tugging at my cummy cock before leaning over and licking it clean for me. “I can’t believe how much your cock is like my big one,” Dad observed. I guess I finally know what it would be like to fuck myself.”

We both had a laugh about that as I stuffed my spent cock back into my shorts, and Dad pulled up his shorts over his used, hairy ass. The fact that I had just fucked my own Dad was surreal. In some fucked-up twist of fate, my DNA had returned home, presently swimming in Dad’s bowels. 

“We’ve got another hour before your mom gets home from book club,” Dad announced, bringing me back to reality. “Let’s go upstairs and I’ll ride your cock on my bed. You game, son?”

“Fuck yeah,” I agreed my cock instantly rock hard and ready for round two. 

“I love to ride a big dick,” Dad shared as I followed him up to my parents’ room.  “You won’t believe how good your cock will feel when I’m twerking on top of you, milking you dry. I bet you won’t even last five minutes before you bust in me.”

Dad was right. I lasted three minutes. 

“What the fuck are you doing here, Dad?” I demanded, nearly shouting to be heard over a Luke Combs song. 

“Same thing as you,” Dad shouted back, matching my decibel. “Just trying to have some fun, maybe get my dick wet.”

“Does Mom know you’re here?” 

“She knows I’m—uh—out tonight,” Dad laughed. “And that’s all she needs to know.”

It was no secret that my parents had an open marriage, meaning Dad could fuck around behind my mom’s back. Mom had once explained to me that Dad had a high sex drive that far exceeded her libido. She was fine with him fucking other women, as long as she didn’t know the details. But what Mom and I didn’t know was that Dad was also fucking guys. 

“Who’s your friend?” I asked in a snarky tone, eyeing the muscular guy hanging on to Dad. 

 “Uh—this is—uh—”

“Zander,” the guy answered for himself, slightly vexed that my dad had blanked on his name. 

“Zander, this is my son Liam,” Dad gestured to me. 

Zander eyed me up and down caustically, appraising every inch of my body, before whispering something into my dad’s ear. Dad’s eyes widened in response. 

“I’ll have to think about that,” I could hear Dad responding to Zander. “In the meantime, why don’t you go and wait upstairs for me while I have a quick chat with Liam?”

“Upstairs?” I exclaimed as Zander departed. “Did you get a VIP room? Do you know how much that costs in this place?”

“Yeah—750 bucks, plus gratuity,” Dad nodded. “But it comes with bottle service and privacy if I want to fuck some guy.”

“Since when do you fuck guys?”

“Uh—since about the time I first started dipping my stick,” Dad confessed. “I’ve never discriminated when it comes to sex. A hole is a hole. I married your mother because I loved her—I still do. But I’ve always enjoyed sex on both sides of the fence.”

“But—why didn’t you ever tell me you fuck guys?” I demanded. “You know that I'm gay for Christ’s sake.”

“Do you tell me about the guys you fuck?” Dad questioned. 

“Well—no—but—”

“I think I’ve proven my point,” Dad laughed. “Look, I can see why you’re upset with me, and I’m sorry for not telling you that I fuck guys. I’m just not the type to go around bragging about my conquests.”

“Is that what Zander is—that muscle twink? Is he your next conquest?”

“Zander is hardly a conquest,” Dad laughed, scratching his hairy chest. “The boy glued himself to me as soon as I walked in the door tonight. But I’m not about to turn down an easy fuck.”

“What did he whisper in your ear, before you sent him up to your VIP room?” I inquired. “I got the impression Zander doesn’t like me.”

“On the contrary,” Dad chuckled. “He thinks you’re hot as fuck, and he whispered to me that he’d like us to tag team his hole.”

“The fuck?!” I blurted out. 

“Don’t panic, Liam,” Dad tried to calm me. “I assumed you wouldn’t be interested in—”

“No—I mean—maybe,” I interrupted. “I might be game. But is it weird that we’re—you know—father and son?”

“I don’t think that’s weird for Zander at all,” Dad opined. “A lot of guys get off on the idea of getting tagged by a dad and son.”

“No—I meant, would it be weird for us?”

“It’s not weird for me,” Dad admitted. “In college, my brother—your Uncle Rick—and I used to tag team bitches all the time. A body is a body. A cock is a cock. It never mattered to Rick and me that we were brothers. In fact, I think it only strengthened the bond between us.”

I liked that idea of strengthening the bond with my dad. We loved each other, but we weren’t all that close. Dad was such an imposing figure—manly, with the beard, the muscles, the hairy chest. I had spent most of my life living in his shadow, resentful that I would never measure up to his standard. 

It didn’t help that I had little in common with my dad. He loved watching football, duck hunting, and playing long games of poker, and I—just didn’t. But now, suddenly, we had something in common—we both liked to fuck guys. And upstairs, there was a dude just aching to get his slutty ass tagged by us. 

“Let’s go fuck that bitch,” I announced boldly, my mind resolved. 

“Fuck yeah, Liam,” Dad high-fived me. “Let’s go fucking wreck that bitch.”

The sea of sweaty guys on the dance floor parted as Dad, one of the hottest men in the club that night, took me by the hand and led me upstairs to the VIP room. Several guys looked at me enviously, thinking I had scored this hunk of a man. Knowing the truth made me laugh. Sorry, bitches. 

Zander was waiting for us in the VIP room, drinking a glass of champagne. He was on a leather couch, stripped down to a black jockstrap, his muscular body ripe for the taking. 

“The champagne is delicious,” he sipped from a glass as he gestured to an uncorked bottle on a nearby table. 

“Not bad,” Dad agreed, ignoring the glass coupes on the table and taking a long swig directly from the bottle before handing it to me. 

I drank straight from the bottle, like Dad, his saliva on my lips along with the champagne. The bottle was only the first thing we would be sharing that night.

“I don’t know about you two boys,” Dad teased, dropping his leather suspenders and undoing his jeans, “but I’m ready to fuck.”

Christ, my dad was hung. I had seen him naked many times in my life, all benign occasions—showering, pissing, changing clothes. But never had I seen my father hard. His cock was easily nine inches, as thick as my wrist, and rested atop a set of balls that would rival the average bull. 

“Now you know why your mother never wants to ride me,” Dad winked at me, my jaw on the floor. 

“Fuck me,” Zander begged from the couch, breaking my trance. “Get that big dick inside me,” he pleaded to my dad.

Zander’s muscular ass was presented to us, his knees on the cushions, his head resting on the back of the couch. His hole looked wet, already prepped, a discarded bottle of lube on the floor next to a bottle of poppers. 

“No, Zander,” my dad objected, as I stripped out of my clothes. “I’d like my son to start first. I want to watch you riding him.”

Dad gave my hard cock a flirtatious tug before directing me to take a seat on the couch. Following orders, Zander climbed on top of me, facing me as he lowered himself onto my cock. 

“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled in ecstasy, my dick buried in Zander’s warm, wet hole. 

“Does his cunt feel good, Liam?” Dad asked while slowly jacking his big one, keeping the pump primed. “You like his pussy?”

“It feels fucking incredible,” I marveled, Zander’s hands on my shoulders as he bobbed up and down rhythmically on my cock. 

“Lean forward,” Dad directed Zander. “I want a better look at my son’s cock in your cunt.”

Zander obliged, wrapping his arms around my neck, his cheek brushing mine, as he raised his meaty ass and exposed his occupied hole to my dad. 

“Jesus, that hole is tight,” Dad exclaimed, his index finger suddenly breaching Zander’s sphincter, probing up inside his fuck canal and alongside my cock. 

“Fuck,” Zander reacted, his sphinter tensing around my cock and Dad’s thick finger, both in his ass at once. “That feels so good.”

The sensation of Dad’s finger rubbing against my cock while I was inside Zander was unreal, heightening the experience. And so I was bummed when Dad withdrew his finger. Little did I know, he was just getting started. 

Standing behind Zander, Dad pushed Zander’s body into my chest, raising his ass higher, my cock still buried inside his cunt. And then I felt it—a firm pressure against my shaft as Dad’s fat cockhead began to breach Zander’s already stretched hole. 

“FUUUCK,” Zander screamed loud enough to wake the dead as Dad drove his cock inside him, joining me in Zander’s depths—two cocks in one hole. 

I could feel Dad’s thick shaft rubbing against my own, his hairy balls suddenly mashed against mine, as we achieved totality of double penetration inside of Zander. The feeling was incredible. 

“Just take some deep breaths,” Dad softly guided Zander, stroking his back as we held still inside him. “You can do this—you can handle us both at once.”

“But you’re both thick as fuck,” Zander protested. “It hurts like hell.”

“You can do this,” Dad reassured him softly, stroking his back. “Yeah—that’s it—deep breaths. I can already feel you relaxing your sphincter. That’s it, baby—open that cunt for us.”

I could feel it—Zander’s sphincter relaxing around our shafts, his fuck canal expanding to accommodate us. Dad began to employ some steady strokes, his thick shaft rubbing against mine. Assuming I should do the same, I began to raise my hips, my cock sliding alongside Dad’s big dick, attempting to match his rhythm.

“No—hold still inside of him, Liam,” Dad advised me, clearly experienced in the art of double penetration after tagging all those bitches back in the day with my Uncle Rick. “Let me do the work. You two just enjoy the ride.”

Wrapping his arms around Zander, Dad’s hairy chest pushed against his back, Dad began to thrust rhythmically inside of Zander. Dad’s face was inches from mine, his warm breath exhaling with each thrust. 

I could feel Dad’s big dick rubbing against my own, massaging my shaft within Zander’s ass. The sensation was incredible—like Dad was jacking me off with his big dick inside of Zander. It reminded me of when I was younger and, face down upon my bed at night, I used to get myself off by rubbing my hard cock against the mattress.

“You still good, baby?” Dad whispered into Zander’s ear.

“Yes—it’s so fucking intense,” he moaned, nearly immobile as two cock used his cunt. 

Intense was an understatement. I was fighting the urge to cum, my cock buried in Zander, Dad’s cock rubbing against mine over and over as he began to pick up the pace, driving hard into Zander’s cunt. 

“You feel that, Liam?” Dad asked me, his cock thrusting hard inside of Zander, my dick sandwiched against his. “You feel my dick against yours?”

“Yeah—it’s so fucking hot,” I exhaled, gritting my teeth, trying not to bust my nut. “I want to cum so badly.”

“Try to hold back, Liam,” Dad advised. “I’m getting close, and I want you to feel me cumming before you let loose. You won’t believe how good it feels.”

I nodded in agreement as Dad increased his pace in Zander’s ass, pounding him relentlessly. The feeling of his dick against my own cock was unreal. It felt like my dick was in a vise and being jacked at a breakneck pace. I didn’t think I could hold out much longer. Fortunately, Dad coudn’t either. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” Dad warned urgently, sweat dripping down his hairy chest, his big cock beginning to throb against mine. “Just hang tight a minute, Liam. I’m about to—I’m about to—OH FUCK—SHIT.”

A warm wetness consumed my cock as Dad unleashed his load inside of Zander, his big dick pulsing rapidly. The vibration of his cock against mine was incredible, much like the time I let an ex-boyfriend put a vibrator up my ass. As Dad’s dick continued to spew inside Zander, I lost all control and shot my load with him in unison.

“FUCK—FUCK,” I grunted, my cock erupting inside Zander, my load mixing with Dad’s cum.

“That’s it, Liam,” Dad cheered. “I can feel you cumming. Seed this fucking bitch with me.”

“Mmm yeah, breed my cunt,” Zander moaned as Dad and I flooded his depths, our balls emptying in that wrecked hole.

Dad held still after we had both finished, our depleted cocks still buried inside of Zander, before leaning forward and kissing me over Zander’s shoulder. Sharing a hole with Dad had made me feel closer to him than ever before. 

“Christ, that was hot,” Dad exclaimed, extracting his big cock from Zander, my own cock free-falling from that gaping hole and slapping against my thigh. 

Instantly a melange of cum rained down upon my cock from Zander’s wrecked cunt. He kneeled down and licked my cock clean. Dad was instantly upon Zander, his lips to his, tasting our shared DNA. Leaning into me, Dad kissed me again, our joint loads on his lips. 

“You guys want to order up another bottle?” Zander asked, ambling to the near-empty champagne bottle on the table on wobbly legs, cum still streaming down the inside of his thighs.

“I think we’re good,” Dad answered flatly. “Thanks for the fun, Zander. You can be on your way now.”

I watched as Zander dressed sullenly, pulling his pants over his used ass. Dejected, he left us, closing the door to the VIP room behind him.

“That was a bit harsh,” I scolded my Dad. “We just fucked the shit out of him—at once—and then you dismissed him summarily with barely a pat on the back.”

“I’m not here to make friends,” Dad insisted. “I’m here to fuck.”

“I can’t believe we both fucked him,” I observed, trying to lighten the mood. “I never thought I’d be able to say that my dad and I fucked the same guy.”

“Actually, if I’m being honest, I’ve fucked nearly all your ex-boyfriends,” Dad laughed. “But only after you broke up.”

“You dirty dog,” I punched Dad playfully in the arm. “Well, there’s no way you fucked Carter. I always had to bottom for him, since Carter is strictly a top.”

“I know he’s a top,” Dad winked. “Carter wrecked my hole with that big dick. I had to tell your mom I threw out my back at the gym when I was walking funny the next day.”

“Wait—you also bottom?”

“Yeah,” Dad admitted. “You’ve got to be a good bottom if you want to be a great top.”

My mind was reeling, a whole new side of my dad had been revealed to me that night. Not only did Dad like to top guys, skillfully engaging in double penetration, he also liked to bottom. Who was this man that I thought I knew? And then I had an idea—a great, big, beautiful idea. 

“You wanna get dressed and go back downstairs?” I suggested, fumbling for my clothes. “Maybe find a couple of hot tops to come up here and take turns switching off between our holes?”

“Fuck yeah,” Dad agreed readily, pulling on his jeans and leather suspenders. “Just so you know—I’m a fairly talented power bottom.”

Ten minutes later, Dad and I were side by side on the VIP couch, our knees pressed to our hairy chests with two hung tops plowing our eager holes in unison. It reminded me of adjacent oil wells being drilled in perfect synchronization.

I could hear a line of guys beginning to form in the hallway, waiting for a chance to breed the father and son duo. Never had I felt closer to Dad—well, except for the time when we shot our loads simultaneously inside Zander’s hungry hole. 

“Yeah—it’s—uh—it’s a really cool tat,” I stammered trying to avoid the elephant in the room, namely his eight-inch, thick, cock. My eyes traveled bashfully to that hunk of meat, nestled in a forest of dark, curly pubes. I was blushing, and Liam noticed. 

“Oh, come on,” he laughed, six beers on his breath. “Don’t tell me you get all squeamish at the sight of a big dick. Go on—you can touch it.”

I should probably explain how I got to this point—the precipice of handling my hunky uncle’s big cock. Flesh and blood, in more ways than one. Uncle Liam’s two-week visit at the start of my summer vacation was a ritual that I looked forward to every year. Though my dad and Liam were brothers, they were nothing alike. Dad was shy and reserved, while Liam was the life of the party—swinging wildly from the chandelier. 

Liam’s moral compass was, well, almost nonexistent. He gave me my first beer when I was 15, let me smoke weed with him at 16, and gave me a pocket pussy for my 17th birthday. I think it was one of his old ones, sticky inside with dried up lube and cum, but that only made it better. Of course, my parents knew nothing about such indiscretions. And now that I had turned 18, I wanted the one thing Liam hadn’t given me yet—his big cock. 

Liam had a reputation for being a male whore, as my dad once put it. He was known to stick his dick in anything with a heartbeat—and even a verifiable pulse wasn’t a hard requirement. Liam loved casual sex, had lots of it, and talked about it often. 

For such reasons, I idolized my Uncle Liam—and lusted after him. I wanted him in the worst way. And deep down inside, I always knew I would get him. It was inevitable. I just had to bide my time, waiting patiently for him to make his move on me. 

And then he did—in the kitchen. With my parents asleep upstairs, he opened his robe to show me his new tattoo, his thick appendage dangling from his body like a third leg, taunting me.  

“Go on—touch it,” he prompted once more. “I know you want it. Your dad told me about the incident with that dude last month.”

The incident involved my dad coming home from work and finding a Grindr hookup plowing my ass on our living room couch. Dad had decided to leave work early to shoot hoops with me in the driveway. Instead, some random dude was shooting his load up my ass. It was not the way I wanted to come out to my father. Thankfully, he promised to not tell my mom, allowing me to break the news to her about my sexuality on my own time. 

“Jesus,” I groaned. “Dad told you about the Grindr dude?”

“Yeah,” he acknowledged. “Your dad is still in shock, but I told him I always knew you liked dick.”

“Wait—what do you mean you always knew?”

“Let’s just say that you and I are cut from the same cloth,” he winked. “Personally, I don’t like labels—gay, straight, whatever. I like to fuck girls, boys, girls who used to be boys, boys who used to be girls. It’s all good to me. So what do you say? You want this big cock?”

“Yes,” I exhaled, dropping to my knees like a five-dollar whore, taking his cock into my mouth, sucking it and wetting it for my ass. “You’re gonna have to fuck me down here,” I warned. “The bedrooms upstairs are too risky with mom and dad up there.”

“Fine by me,” Liam agreed. The horny look in his eyes told me he would have fucked my ass in a trash dumpster if it was the only option. 

“The head feels great,” he commended as I licked and sucked his big one, “but you’re gonna need something stronger than saliva if you’re gonna take this big dick.”

Pulling his cock out of my mouth, his bathrobe still hanging open, his thick cock rigid and perpendicular to his body, Liam began to rummage through the kitchen cupboards. 

“Perfect,” he announced, holding up a tub of Crisco that my mom used for pie crust. Digging into it with two fingers, he began to slather it on his cock. “Now drop them drawers,” he ordered. 

Dutifully, I complied. Lowering my shorts and tossing them onto the floor, I bent over the kitchen counter, my eager cunt presented to him. Liam pushed one and then two greased fingers up my ass, preparing my hole for him. 

“Get ready for it,” he warned, his hands moving to my shoulders. And then he plunged into me with brutal force, my body slammed against the counter, his massive cock balls deep in me. My hole was on fire. 

“FUCK,” I screamed. Liam’s right hand instantly cupped my mouth, silencing me, the taste of Crisco on his fingers. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed in my ear, his scruffy beard scratching my cheek. “You want your parents to hear us down here? Now be quiet, okay?”

I nodded in agreement, thankful for the pause in activity as he held still for a moment, listening to be sure there weren’t any stirrings upstairs. I used the brief interlude as a chance to take some deep breaths and adjust to his massive girth. It’s a good thing that I did, as the ride was about to resume. 

“Fuck, you’ve gotta tight cunt,” he exhaled, delivering some deep strokes to my bowels. “It’s gonna be hard to hold back.”

His girth had stretched my hole to the limit, the fullness inside of me was incredible. But he was only getting started. His hands moving to my hips, Liam began to pound the living shit out of me. His pace jetted from zero to sixty in about three seconds. 

“Christ,” I moaned softly, my head resting on the kitchen counter, my cheek sliding across the smooth granite with each frantic thrust. Liam was pulverizing my hole—and he was loving it. 

“Fuck this is good,” he moaned softly, his sweaty pubes pounding up against my hole, his full balls smacking my ass with each forceful thrust. “I ain’t gonna last much longer.” How could he?

“Breed me,” I begged, eager for that ultimate moment—the sensation of his warm load spewing inside of me. I could feel his cock swelling in my depths, his shaft throbbing against the walls of my bowels. And then it happened.

“HOLY fuckin’ CHRIST,” Liam grunted in my ear, a cum cannon discharging inside of me. His hairy arms wrapped around me as he held me close, his cum ejecting into the deep recesses that he had just routed inside me. 

Liam held still within me, the throbbing subsiding, the flow of his cum ebbing, his balls deflating. I could have stayed that way forever, in his arms, his sweaty chest pressed into my back, his breathing soft at my ear—but then he pulled out. 

A massive shot of cum ejected from my gaping hole and splatted onto the kitchen floor. Liam swiped it up with two fingers and fed it to me, his load creamy and salty at once—his divine elixir. 

Liam tied up his robe as I pulled on my shorts. He grabbed two bottles of beer for us to enjoy over post-coital talk at the kitchen table. I had always worried that it could be awkward if I crossed that line with Liam, if I gave my ass to him. But it wasn’t weird it all. Sharing our bodies felt natural. 

“Man, I wish I could take you back home to Florida with me,” Liam lamented, tipping back his beer. “My buddies would fuckin’ love you. We could pass you around, tag your hole endlessly, make you our cum dump.”

It sounded wonderful, a dream come true. But I knew it was just that—a dream that could never be. It was late, and Liam sent me up to bed as he went outside to smoke a joint on the deck. I climbed the stairs on weak legs, his cum still leaking from my wrecked hole. 

Dad and Liam were at the kitchen table eating breakfast when I came down for breakfast the next morning. Dad hovered over a bowl of Wheaties while Liam devoured his Lucky Charms. It didn’t seem like Dad suspected anything. 

“I’ve been talking with your uncle,” Dad began as I reached into the fridge for some orange juice. “Liam says you’re welcome to spend the rest of the summer in Tampa with him, before you head off to college.”

“Really?” I beamed. I couldn’t believe my ears. Was this really happening?

“Yeah,” Liam winked. “I told your dad that my buddies are gonna love getting to know a fine young man like you.”