Hey, Pachuco!

It was just before midnight on a Friday when he knocked at my door. I knew instantly who he wanted—and what he wanted.

“Is Bella home?” he slurred, beer on his breath, his engorged cock bulging through his jeans. “She’s not answering my texts.”

“Bella’s at the lake this weekend with some friends,” I reported. “Cell service is spotty up there.”

Although I didn’t know his name, I easily recognized him as one of the many guys who fucked my roommate Bella on a regular basis. The slutty bitch had more friends-with-benefits than I could count. The horny guys would show up to our apartment near campus at all hours of the day and night, Bella leading each guy back to her room and spreading her legs for him.

I couldn’t judge Bella too harshly because, to be honest, I was kind of a slut myself. Yet I was jealous of the bitch, who scored way more cock than me. And I had to admit it was hot as fuck to eavesdrop on her frequent fuckfests—guys pounding her pussy and grunting their loads into her always-available cunt.

Thus, I felt a little bad for the hot, horny guy standing in my doorway. He just needed to drop a load and, sadly, Bella was not around to give her cunt to him—but I was.

“When’s she getting back?” the hot stud persisted, adjusting his package.

“Not until Sunday night.”

“Fuck,” he lamented. “She got any friends?”

“Friends?” I parroted incredulously. “What do you mean?”

“You know—other bitches. Easy bitches.”

“An easy bitch you could fuck?” I taunted.

“Yeah. I need some snatch, bro.”

“You can fuck my snatch,” I offered brazenly, locking eyes with him. “I’m an easy bitch.”

“The fuck?!” he spat.

“You heard me,” I persisted. “I’ve got a tight cunt—tighter than Bella’s.”

“Dude. I might be hard up for some pussy,” he laughed, “but I’m not that hard up. I ain’t gonna stick my dick in you.”

“Your loss, bro,” I began to say as he turned and left, muttering something about dirty faggots under his breath.

At least I tried, I told myself. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I scrolled Grindr for the next hour but, when nothing turned up, I threw in the towel and went to bed.

It was barely 7 am when an urgent knock sounded at the door. I thought maybe something happened to Bella, that she was home early and didn’t have her key. I sprang out of bed, shocked to find the hot stud at my door again.

He looked like shit, as if he’d been up all night. And from the looks of the bulge at his crotch, the dude had yet to lose his load.

“Bella’s still not here,” I began, annoyed that the fucker had woken me up.

“I know that,” he barked, pushing his way inside. “I need to fuck, bro. And right now, your hole is the only option I’ve got.”

Any port in a storm, I wanted to say. “Right this way, dude,” I replied instead, leading him to my room quickly before he could sober up and change his mind.

Before I could suggest it, he had already stripped out of his clothes, his thick nine-incher rock hard and leaking precum. Slipping out of my briefs, I quickly prepped my hole with the ever-present bottle of lube on my bed table.

“You want me to suck you some before—?”

“No,” he spat. “Just fuckin’ bend over.”

Obediently, I bent over the bed, my hands gripping the mattress and, before I could count to three—the hung fucker was balls deep in me.

“FUCK,” I cried out, my hole ripped in two as he went from zero to sixty in three seconds, pummeling my ass at a breakneck pace.

I could have told him to slow up—to allow me to adjust to his massive girth—but there was no point. I had been fucked by enough horny straight guys to know that my comfort and pleasure was of no importance. My hole was no different than a pocket pussy to him, an inanimate object that’s only purpose was to drain his balls.

And so I gave into him, enjoying the ride as he battered my hole relentlessly. Despite lacking the finesse of an experienced top, his big dick felt incredible inside of me.

The unjust truth about hung guys is that they really don’t need to have much technique to get by, relying instead on the sheer size of their endowment to deliver a phenomenal ride. And this stud was definitely delivering—getting my prostate with each thrust, causing my cock to become rock hard as he assaulted my hole.

“Shit, you’ve got a big dick,” I smiled gleefully, stroking my cock in synch with his deep thrusts. “You feel so fucking good inside me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped, driving me harder. “I don’t need to hear your fucking voice.”

Message received. Dutifully, I kept quiet, continuing to stroke myself as he railed my ass mercilessly. Jesus, he was a fuck machine. His stamina was impressive, his balls slapping my ass over and over as he jackhammered my eager cunt.

I was feeling good—really good—stroking myself blissfully with his big dick up my ass. And soon, before I could do anything to stop it, I needed to cum. My balls tightening, pressure building in my shaft, I stroked myself faster and faster until I was spewing my load onto the bed.

With each shot of cum, my sphincter contracted simultaneously and gripped the hung stud’s cock, effectively jacking him off inside me. The experience is orgasm inducing for most tops, and this guy proved to be no exception.

“Fuck, bro,” he announced urgently. “I’m gonna bust.”

“Yeah, dude, fuckin’ shoot that load in me,” I begged, breaking my imposed silence. “Fucking breed my cunt.”

Instantly, I could feel his cock swelling inside me, the orgasmic pressure mounting inside him. He delivered one last thrust deep into my bowels before detonation, his body convulsing, an intense pulsation within me.

“FUCK,” he grunted, his cock throbbing, ejecting shot after shot of his warm load into my depths.

“Mmm, yeah. Fucking seed me,” I moaned, reveling in the intoxicating sensation of being bred by a hung stud.

With his balls emptied, he pulled out of me abruptly, leaving a cavernous void in his wake. Instantly, I felt his warm load escaping from my gaping hole, streaming down the back of my leg.

Wordlessly, he got dressed, stuffing his wet cock into his jeans. Not a word of thanks. No gratitude offered. But I knew not to be offended.

An unfortunate truth is that once a straight guy has used you for his pleasure and dumped his load in your available hole, you are nothing to him. The sight of you disgusts him. The reality of what he just did with you sickens him. In his mind, you cease to exist.

But I wasn’t a hapless victim in the exchange. Though I knew I’d never get the hung stud’s cock again, for repeats rarely happen with straight guys, I still got what I wanted—his big dick and his warm load up my ass, even if it was just a one-time ride.

Bella returned from the lake on Sunday night, full of reports of her weekend debauchery. Getting tagged by four guys in her tent. A threesome with a set of hot twins. And getting dicked-down in the woods by her best friend’s hung boyfriend while her friend was passed out drunk. Sluts be sluts.

I held my tongue regarding my own weekend debauchery with the hung stud, knowing that Bella can be territorial about the guys she fucks. After polishing off a bottle of wine over her sordid tales, we were each about ready to call it a night when a knock sounded at the door. Bella bounded to the door to answer it.

“Tristan,” she cooed, greeting the hung stud who had railed my ass in her absence. “You should have texted. I was just going to bed, but since you’re here—”

“I’m not here to fuck you,” Tristan pushed her aside as he moved towards me. “I’m here to fuck him.”

Nick sterling is the whole package, amazing dick, awesome ass, muscular body and cute face.

I had been sucking Nick for several months at that point, draining countless loads out of his big dick on a daily basis. He wasn’t the first straight guy to feed me a load, but he was definitely one of the hottest. 

Nick and his girlfriend Lena lived in the apartment across from me. We were hardly friends, but always gave a neighborly nod or wave when we bumped into each other in the hallway. All that changed when Nick knocked on my door one afternoon. 

“Your boyfriend dropped these in the hall,” Nick held up a pair of Ray-Bans. “I tried to catch up to him at the elevator but missed him.”

“My boyfriend?” I asked, confused. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Sure you do,” Nick insisted. “He just left your apartment.”

“That wasn’t—” I began to laugh. “That wasn’t my boyfriend. That was just some dude that I sucked off.”

“Oh—uh—” Nick turned beet red. “Well, I guess you can just return these to him the next time you—uh—see him,” he handed the sunglasses to me awkwardly.

“I probably won’t see him again,” I reported. “He was just some random married dude from Grindr.”

“He’s married?” Nick’s eyes widened. “To, like, a woman?”

“Yeah,” I acknowledged. “He said his wife never sucks him off.”

“Good to know I’m not the only guy with that problem,” Nick laughed under his breath, scratching his beard. 

“You’re definitely not the only one,” I assured him. “Half the guys I hook up with are straight like you, but aren’t getting serviced at home. You’re welcome to come inside, if you might like to enjoy a nice—”

“Oh—no—I couldn’t—” Nick began to blush. “I mean, I’m flattered, but I don’t think I could get into a dude blowing me—no offense.”

“None taken,” I smiled, turning to go back inside my apartment. “But you know where to find me whenever you need your balls drained.”

I left Nick in the hallway, his wheels turning. I figured he’d ruminate on the matter for a few days, weigh the pros and cons, and eventually show up to feed me. Thus, I was a bit surprised when a knock sounded at my door not five minutes later. 

“Fuck it,” Nick exclaimed, pushing into my apartment as soon as I opened the door. “Lena hasn’t sucked my dick in nearly three years. Who am I to turn down some easy head?”

Without giving him any instruction, Nick stripped down naked in my living room. He was hairier than I realized, his muscular body covered in a thick pelt of fur that instantly drove me wild. He was also hung like fuck.

“Jesus, you’ve got a big cock,” I gasped, salivating over his big tool as Nick sat on my couch. He spread his legs wide, his hard cock begging to be sucked. “You’re what—? Like, eight or nine inches?” I ventured. 

“Nine and a half,” he beamed proudly. “Is it too big for you?”

“Too big?” I laughed, kneeling between his hairy thighs. “It’s not too big at all. I fucking love sucking a big dick.”

“Good,” he smiled. “And I hope you like cum, because I’ve gotta five-day load in these balls for you.”

I gave no answer, instead gripping that big cock at the base as I proceeded to take it down my throat. Deftly, I swallowed him in one, quick motion, his balls mashed against my chin. 

“Holy Christ,” he gasped, his head rolling back. “How the fuck are you doing that? No bitch has ever managed to take me all the way.”

“Lots of practice,” I surfaced for air, turning my attention to his balls as I began to lick and suck those ripe, round beauties. He moaned softly, enjoying the lavish attention to his family jewels as I churned the seed within. 

“Suck me,” he begged after a few minutes of ball play. “Fucking suck my big, fat, hairy dick.”

Following orders, I licked up his thick shaft, my tongue flicking his cock slit, swirling around his helmeted cock head. Once again, I swallowed him to the balls. 

“Fuck yeah,” Nick exclaimed, gripping the back of my head as I proceeded to suck him ravenously. “Jesus Christ, you know how to throat a dick.”

Emboldened by his praise, I locked my lips around his shaft, my neck like a spring hinge as I took him from base to tip, over and over again. His viscous precum coated my tongue, giving me a hint of the meal to come. 

While looking up at Nick, his cock buried down my throat, I reached up his hairy body with both hands. Running my hands through the dense forest of fur covering his chest and belly, my fingers found his nips. Gently, I pinched those hard nubs as his dick grew even more rigid in response. 

“Don’t stop,” he begged, his cock swelling down my throat, pressing against my tonsils. “That’s it—keep going—OH FUCK, dude—SHIT—Here it comes—FUCK—FUCK.”

Instantly, a massive load of cum flooded my mouth, careening down my throat to my hungry belly. I could feel each spurt as it hit the back of my throat, Nick writhing in hedonistic pleasure. I kept him down my throat, not letting up until his balls had delivered the last of his seed. 

“Damn, dude,” he exhaled as I finally released him, his spent cock flopping against his hairy thigh. “I hope you enjoyed this cock, because you’re gonna be seeing a lot of it.”

Nick wasn’t kidding. We both worked from home, and it wasn’t unusual for Nick to drop by for a draining early in the morning, as soon as his girlfriend Lena left for work. Often, he’d stop by again in the late afternoon before she got home to feed me a second load. On one such occasion, Nick wanted to know how his cum tasted. 

“Does my cum taste good?” he inquired, his massive load dripping down my chin. 

“Why don’t you see for yourself,” I raised myself up, our lips locking. With tongues swirling, we shared the creamy remains of his ambrosial load, his full beard tickling my chin.

“Not bad,” he smacked his lips as we parted. “Not bad at all.”

“You’re hard again,” I commented, gripping his engorged cock in my hand. “You want me to suck another load out of you?”

“How about you ride it for me?” Nick suggested, reaching around behind me. His meaty hand slid down the back of my sweatpants, his thick finger probing my eager hole as I moaned in delight. “I think it’s about time we took things to the next level.”

“You didn’t have to come get me,” I called out as I walked my bicycle towards his truck. “I’m eighteen years old, Dad. I’m perfectly capable of riding my bike home alone.”

“I know, Avery,” Dad smiled, picking up my bicycle with his strong arms and tossing it into the back of his truck. “I was just worried those guys might come back and give you some more trouble.”

Dad was referring to an incident that had happened a few weeks earlier as I was riding my bike home on Route 16. Two guys in a red truck pulled up next to me, yelling faggot repeatedly before running me off the road and into a ditch. I got a bit scraped up, but it was my ego that hurt the most. 

“It was an isolated incident, Dad,” I tried to assure him as I hopped into the passenger seat of his truck. “I can’t live the rest of my life in fear of homophobic assholes like that.”

“You’re right, Avery,” Dad patted my leg paternally after turning over the ignition, the engine rumbling to a start. “But as your father, it’s my job to take care of you.”

My heart swelled as Dad made the turn onto Route 16, gunning the engine. Despite being a faggot, as all the guys back in school had called me, I always felt protected by my hunky father. I was safe in his presence, sheltered from the evils of the world. I wanted to show Dad my appreciation and gratitude for him—in my own, special way. 

“Thank you for always taking care of me, Dad,” I began, my hand reaching for his leg, landing precariously close to his bulge. “Maybe I can take care of you, too.”

“The fuck?” Dad spat, one hand swatting my arm away as the other steered the truck off the road, gravel crunching under the tires as we came to an abrupt stop. “Avery, what the fuck is wrong with you? Did you just offer to get me off?” he demanded. 

“I—I just wanted to show you how much I love you,” I stammered, suddenly realizing my stupidity in thinking my straight father would give up his cock to his gay son. “I just wanted to suck you off.”

“Suck me off?” Dad gasped. “That’s not something that a normal son would do for his father.”

“Yeah, I know,” I began to cry, trying to exit the truck, intending to walk home in shame. “Because if there’s one thing I’m not—it’s normal.”

“Jesus, Avery,” Dad leaned over to stop me from leaving. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know that I love and support you for being gay. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you suck my dick.”

“Why not?” I persisted. “I know Mom doesn’t suck your dick. She told me she thinks oral sex is sinful. And I’ve overheard you two arguing about sex, how she’s never in the mood and—”

“What your mother and me do in our marriage is none of your concern,” Dad cut me off. 

“When was the last time?” I asked. 

“What?”

“When was the last time you got your dick sucked?” I clarified. 

“Shit,” Dad exhaled, adjusting his ball cap. “It was about ten years ago. I paid a nasty whore twenty bucks to suck my cock in a gas station parking lot down in Tuscaloosa when I was picking up fertilizer.”

“Does Mom know?” I asked, eyes wide. 

“Of course she don’t know,” Dad spat. “I felt so guilty for cheating on her like that, I vowed that I’d never do it again.”

“But did you like it—the blow job?” I wanted to know. “Did it feel good?”

“Well, duh—of course it felt good,” Dad eased up and laughed. “It was a fuckin’ blow job. It’s supposed to feel good.”

“Then why don’t you let me—?”

“Now that’s enough,” Dad interrupted, holding up the palm of his hand to silence me. “We’re done discussing this. I’m not gonna let you suck me off. You understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I nodded sullenly as Dad shifted the truck back into drive, continuing us towards home. 

“What happened between you two?” Mom asked over meatloaf and mashed potatoes that evening. Dad and I were eating in awkward silence, avoiding each other’s glances. 

“Nothing happened, Martha,” Dad asserted feebly. 

“Well, considering that you’re already on your second whiskey,” Mom gestured to the tumbler in Dad’s hand, “I’d say you’re lying.”

“I got mad at Dad for picking me up from work,” I fibbed. “I told him that it’s perfectly safe for me to ride my bike home—that I’m not a little kid anymore.”

Mom dropped the interrogation after that, but the chill in the air between Dad and me continued all evening. After dinner, he retired to the den with a bottle of Jack. I wanted to apologize, to set things right between us. But knowing my father, I knew it would all be forgotten by morning, and that Dad would be his usual jovial self. 

It was after midnight when the door to my room creaked open, waking me up, a beam of light from the hallway illuminating my face. Dad stood for a moment in the doorway before stumbling into my room, closing the door behind him. 

“Dad—I’m—I’m sorry about earlier,” I whispered as Dad ambled towards me. “I should never have—”

“Shhh,” he silenced me, his thick index finger at my lips. “We don’t wanna wake your mother.”

And then Dad undid his belt, unzipping himself, releasing his cock as he pushed his pants down to his knees. He was rock hard, his eight-incher begging for attention. 

“You gonna suck this big dick for me or not?” his whiskey-soaked breath was hot at my ear. “Come on, son. I know you want my load.”

Wordlessly, I threw off the bedcover as I stumbled out of bed and dropped to my knees. Like a supplicant, I knelt before Dad and took his big cock down my warm throat. 

“Fuuuuuck,” Dad exhaled, his head tipping back in ecstasy as I took him all the way, his hairy balls mashed against my chin. “Damn, I needed this.”

I went to town on Dad’s big dick, employing all the skills I had picked up sucking cock in gas station men’s rooms and the city park after dark. But at the end of the day, my skills weren’t all that important. Dad just wanted to face fuck me. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled, grabbing the back of my head as he abused my throat, pounding my tonsils. “Open that throat for me.”

Straining to breathe through my nose, I stretched my jaw, allowing Dad to breach the upper limits of my esophagus. I was gagging on his big dick, tears streaming down my face, drool dripping down my chin, soaking my t-shirt. I was loving it. 

I reached around and gripped his meaty ass with my hands, trying to hold on for dear life as Dad unleashed years of pent-up sexual frustration down my throat. If his frigid wife wasn’t going to suck his cock, his slutty gay son might as well be a worthy substitute. 

“Fuck, you know how to throat a cock,” Dad praised, his big dick a piston in my throat, his balls smacking my chin with each thrust. “I ain’t gonna last much longer in this throat pussy.”

Eager to taste Dad’s cum, to feel his load spewing down my throat, I cupped his balls in one hand. They had pulled up tight, hugging his body, preparing to expel his seed. Dad’s cock had begun to swell in my throat. His orgasm was imminent. But then he pulled out of my throat abruptly. 

“Why—why did you stop?” I croaked, gasping for air. I was worried he had suddenly sobered up, seeing the error of his ways, the incestuous sin of giving his cock to his son. My fears were unfounded. 

“Bend over, Avery,” Dad ordered. His meaty hands were suddenly yanking me off the floor and shoving me against the edge of the bed, pulling down my briefs. “Hurry the fuck up. I wanna finish up your ass.”

“FUCK,” I screamed, gripping the bedsheet as Dad shoved his big dick in my tight, knotted hole with one, violent thrust. The pain was unreal. But in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to feel my father cumming up my ass. I wouldn’t have to wait long. 

“SHIT—I’m gonna cum,” Dad barked, his swollen cock working inside me, his eager balls no match for my tight hole. “Here it comes—OH FUCK—SHIT.”

Dad’s body convulsed, jolting me and the bed as his big dick erupted in my depths. “FUCK—FUCK,” he grunted repeatedly as his massive load spewed within me, coating the walls of my fuck canal. 

“Fuck, you’ve got a sweet cunt on you, son,” Dad praised as he extracted his cock from my bowels, his balls emptied. His spent dick dripped cum onto my bedroom rug as he stood back and observed his handiwork—my wrecked hole. 

I quickly climbed onto my bed, hoping that Dad would join me. After taking his seed, our shared DNA swimming in my guts, I longed to fall asleep in his strong arms. Alas, not all dreams come true. 

I watched as Dad opened my bedroom door, ambling down the hall to the bed he shared with my mom. I soon fell asleep, blissfully content as Dad’s load slowly leaked from my used cunt. 

Mom was drinking coffee at the kitchen table when I came down for breakfast the next morning. “Where’s Dad?” I asked. 

“Your father went into town early this morning,” Mom began. “He wanted to surprise you, but you know I’m no good at keeping secrets. He’s going to that used car lot, the one next to the Walmart, to buy you a car. He doesn’t want you biking to work anymore.”

“But, I never asked Dad to—”

“Come now, Avery,” Mom laughed. “You must have done something to butter up your dad, convincing him to buy you a car. He never does anything like that for me.”

Climbing between his legs as Peepers awoke and made a jump to the floor, I pulled down the front of my boyfriend’s briefs, resting the waistband below his heavy ballsack. Like magic, Alec’s cock instantly came to life, growing and swelling at my loving touch. Wasting no time, I took that meaty cock down my throat.

“Mmmm—what’s this?” Alec awoke, staring down at his cock buried down my throat. “How was your study session with Bryce? I tried to wait up for you.”

“Yeah—sorry,” I quickly surfaced, his cock slicked with my saliva. “We had a lot to go over before the test on Friday.”

“Fuck, that feels good,” Alec exhaled as I returned to his cock, sucking his big tool ravenously, my lips locked around his thick shaft. “Jesus, you’re hungry for it.”

“I am hungry,” I licked up and down his veiny shaft. “I want your cum so bad.”

“He fucked you—didn’t he?” Alec accused me out of the blue, pulling his cock away from me with his right hand. “You let Bryce fuck your ass—didn’t you?”

“Why—why would you say that?” I gasped in feigned shock. 

“Because the last time you woke me up with a blow job,” Alec laughed, “you had just given up your ass to a guy you met on the campus bus. You always try to relieve your guilty conscience by pleasuring me.”

“Jesus, am I that transparent?”

“Yes,” Alec smacked my cheek with his hard cock. “You’re a slut for cock, and I love that about you. But I’m honestly surprised about Bryce. Isn’t he married?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, reaching for Alec’s cock again, stroking it as we talked. “And his wife is pregnant.”

“Christ,” Alec laughed. “If women only knew how easily a man will give up his dick to a gay dude while his wife is pregnant, women would stop having babies and society would collapse.”

“So true,” I agreed. “It’s a mystery why I didn’t get pregnant when that guy two floors up was giving it to me almost every day while his girlfriend had a bun in the oven. Man, that dude was a cum factory.”

“Speaking of cum,” Alec pulled me onto his chest, his hand traveling down the back of my pants, his thick finger probing my used hole. “Let’s see how much cum Bryce shot up your ass.”

“It was a big load,” I admitted. “It felt like he dumped a gallon of cum in me.”

“Yeah—no shit,” Alec withdrew his finger, covered in Bryce’s viscous cum. “You better climb on my dick. If anyone is gonna impregnate my slutty boyfriend tonight, it’s gonna be me.”

“I need you inside of me,” I moaned, pulling off my shorts. Deftly, I straddled Alec, sitting on his cock, taking him into my depths.

“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled in ecstasy. “You’re so fucking wet. I love fucking you when you’ve got a sloppy cunt like this.”

“I should fuck other guys more often, if you enjoy getting cucked so much.”

“Not that often,” Alec slapped my ass in jest as I rode his cock. “How did it happen tonight—with Bryce?”

“We were quizzing each other in the science library, and Bryce was having a hard time concentrating,” I shared, bracing my hands on Alec’s hairy chest. “He said he hadn’t had sex in four months, so I offered up my hole to him.”

“That was all it took?”

“That was all,” I nodded, gripping his shaft within my fuck canal as I eased myself up and down his rigid rod. “He then fucked me in the basement men’s room—it’s always dead down there.”

“Only a cumdump like you would know the best place to fuck in a library,” Alec teased, resting his arms behind his head, enjoying the ride. “Did he last long inside you?”

“Of course not,” I laughed. “He busted his nut in under three minutes. He had never fucked a guy before, and said he couldn’t believe how much tighter it was than pussy.”

“Jesus, that’s hot,” Alec grabbed me by the hips and began to jackhammer me hard. His pelvis was rocking rhythmically upon the couch cushions, his big one battering my bowels. “You’ve managed to convert yet another straight guy.”

“I converted you,” I reminded Alec, leaning forward, giving him a deep kiss as he continued to ravage my guts with his big fuck tool. “You never went back to pussy after you tried my cunt.”

“Damn straight—well, maybe not straight,” Alex smiled, his cock beginning to swell within me. “I’m getting close. You ready for your second load of the night?”

“Seed me,” I begged, bucking hard on him, working out his nut. “Breed me deep.”

“FUCK,” my boyfriend grunted. “Here it comes, baby—SHIT—Yeah, open that cunt for me—FUCK—SHIT.”

Alec’s body convulsed beneath me, his big one expelling his seed, flooding my guts with a massive load. I imagined his swimmers meeting up with Bryce’s boys, the two teams fighting to the death in my depths. 

“Damn, that was a big load,” I marveled as I dismounted him, a torrent of pearly cum escaping my gaping hole, sliding down his shaft. 

“I think that’s more than just my cum,” Alec observed astutely, watching as I knelt between his legs and sucked his cummy cock clean. “There’s definitely some Bryce mixed in there.”

“You want to taste some of Bryce?” I offered, bringing my lips to Alec’s, sharing the melange of cum upon my tongue. 

“Mmm, Bryce and I taste good together,” Alec licked his lips as we parted. “He and I will make a beautiful baby inside of you.”

“I only want your baby inside me,” I teased, going in for another post-coital kiss, our tongues dancing. 

“When are you and Bryce studying together again?” Alex asked, taking me into his strong arms as I rolled over next to him. 

“Thursday night—before the big test on Friday,” I answered, resting my head upon his hairy chest. 

“Good,” Alec planted a kiss upon the top of my head. “Plan on having Bryce over here to study next time. I think it would be fun to tag your ass with him.”

“Come in and have a seat,” Mr. Alderman had greeted me thirty minutes earlier when I arrived to his office after the close of business. “Thanks for coming in so late,” he smiled. “I’m just too busy during the day to squeeze in interviews.”

“No problem at all, Mr. Alderman,” I assured him.

“Ted—call me Ted,” he interrupted. “Your dad and I have been best buds since we were boys, so you can drop the mister shit.”

“Thanks, Ted,” I blushed, for I had long been attracted to him. With his expensive suits that hugged his athletic body, his shaved head, and scruffy beard, Ted Alderman ran the best accounting firm in town. I had hoped for the chance to work under him—in more ways than one.

“I suppose your dad told you all about the divorce,” Ted leaned back in his chair, giving me a prime view of his prominent bulge.

“Yeah—uh—sorry to hear about you and Sheila.”

“I gave the fucking bitch tennis lessons for Christmas,” he sneered. “And she thanks me by fucking her tennis instructor.”

“That sucks,” I sympathized, not sharing that my dad told me she got her pussy smashed by the tennis instructor and three other guys —all at once. “I’m so sorry.”

“Fuck my life,” he shrugged. “Anyhow, I looked over your resume just before you arrived today,” he announced, picking it up off his desk.

“Awesome—thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he tossed the resume back on the desk. “I’m really sorry, kid, but there’s no way that I could hire you.”

“But my dad said that—”

“Listen, I know your dad and I go way back,” he began, “which is why I promised to interview you. But you haven’t taken advanced accounting or statistics yet. You’d be in over your head here. I suggest you take some more classes and reapply next summer.”

“I understand,” I sighed, disappointed. I then stood up to leave. “Well—thanks for taking the time to meet with me.”

“Now hold up,” he raised his hand to stop me. “Sit back down a minute. I haven’t seen you in awhile, and I’d still like us to catch up a bit.”

“Yeah—sure,” I agreed, trying to hide the rejection I felt.

“You remember my son Ryan?” he began.

“Yep, we graduated from Central High together,” I nodded, not sharing that Ryan was a popular jock who never spoke a single word to me. “I remember him.”

“Well, Ryan told me he saw you at a frat party up at State a month ago,” Ted shared, one eyebrow raised.

“Really?” I hesitated, my brow beginning to sweat. “I’m not sure I remember—”

“Ryan said he walked in on you sucking a line of cocks in the basement of the frat house,” Ted continued. “He said you must have smoked thirty poles at that party.”

“Mr. Alderman—I mean Ted,” I begged. “Please don’t tell my dad about that. If he found out that I’ve been sucking dick, he would—”

“Now calm down—calm down,” Ted cut me off, raising his hands to silence me. “I’m not gonna tell your dad shit, you understand?”

“You’re not?”

“Certainly not,” Ted assured me. “What you do with your dirty mouth is nobody’s business. But I do have one favor to ask in return.”

“Yes?”

“Will you suck my big one for me?”

And then Ted unzipped his pants, pulling out a fat nine-incher as he kicked his pants down to his ankles. His big one was thick and veiny, resting atop a set of ripe, round plums that were begging for release.

“Does—does this mean you’ll give me the summer job, if I suck your cock?” I ventured excitedly.

“Fuck no,” he laughed, unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing a set of meaty pecs fanned in salt-and-pepper fur. “All this means is that I’m a guy in the middle of a messy divorce, and I need to dump a load down your warm, wet throat. You game for that?”

“Hell yes,” I exclaimed, dropping to my knees before him like a ravenous cocksucker, taking his big dick down my throat. 

“Christ,” he exhaled, his head tipping back reflexively as I deep throated his big cock. “You learn to do that with those frat boys?”

“Not exactly,” I paused, coming up for air. “I’ve been sucking cock down at that adult video arcade out on the truck route since I was old enough to get in the place.”

“The Cherry Patch?” Ted laughed. “Jesus, I haven’t been to that old shit hole since the time your dad and I—”

“What?!” I exclaimed. “You and my dad went there?”

“Now don’t go blabbing to your dad about this,” Ted winked, smacking his big cock against the side of my cheek. “But your dad and I used to go visit the glory holes there back in the days when we were single and not getting much pussy.”

“My dad got sucked at a glory hole?” I gasped, driven wild by the image of Dad and Ted getting their dicks serviced by some random dude, spewing their loads into the guy’s hungry mouth.

“Shit, boy,” Ted laughed, shoving his cock back down my throat. “Your dad and I did more than just get sucked at those glory holes—we fucked a few guys, too. You young guys think you invented sex, but it’s all been done before you.”

Finished with his naughty trip down memory lane, Ted applied pressure to the back of my head with his meaty hand. Leaning back in his chair, he raised his hips and began to pummel my throat at a rapid pace, face fucking me.

“Fuck, this feels good,” he exhaled, his balls slapping my chin. “I can’t remember the last time I had head this good—it certainly wasn’t from Sheila.”

Locking my lips around his veiny shaft, I replicated his rhythm, my neck flexing back and forth, taking his big dick deeper down my throat. Jesus, he was thick, my jaw straining to accommodate his girth. 

Gripping both sides of my head, Ted unleashed a fury down my throat, working out all his pent-up aggression over the divorce. I was gagging on his big one, struggling to endure the unrelenting abuse as he jackhammered my throat. But I wasn’t about to throw in the towel until I had my reward—his creamy load.

“Yeah—just like that,” he growled, pummeling my tonsils, his hands digging into the sides of my head. “Yeah—keep that up—don’t stop—Christ, that’s good—don’t stop—don’t stop—FUCK—FUCK.”

With a grunt that shook the walls of his office, Ted expelled a torrent of cum, spewing in my mouth, down my throat. Over and over, his cock throbbed, releasing his creamy ambrosia into my belly. It was like the man hadn’t shot his wad in months. I struggled to swallow it all, not wishing to waste a single drop. 

“Damn,” he exhaled as he pulled out of my throat, his balls finally depleted. “You sure are one phenomenal cocksucker,” he praised, smacking his cummy cock against my cheek.

“Thank you, sir,” I blushed, wiping the viscous mix of cum and saliva from my face with the back of my hand. 

“Stand up and turn around,” Ted ordered, stuffing his wet cock back into his pants. “I want to see your cunt.”

Obediently, I stood up and dropped my pants as I turned around and bent forward. I then presented my pink, puckered hole to him. If Ted wanted to fuck me right there in his office, I was more than game.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” Ted whispered, his thick finger teasing my eager hole, caressing the downy fur that rims it.

“You can fuck me—if you want,” I offered. “I’m super tight.”

“I would like that,” Ted replied. “But not here. I’d like to get you in my bed some night—give you a proper fucking. Would you like that?”

“Fuck yes,” I exclaimed eagerly, turning around as I zipped up my pants. “Just tell me when.”

“Will do,” Ted smiled. “You ever tried double penetration—taking two cocks in your hole at once?”

“Not yet,” I answered. “But I’m game. You thinking you and your son Ryan might want to DP my hole?”

“No—not Ryan,” Ted laughed. “But I do have another guy in mind. He’s a married guy, but always game for some fun once he’s had a few beers. I’ll be in touch soon to set it up.”

“Awesome,” I beamed. “I’m definitely game.”

Dad was in the den watching TV when I got home from meeting with Ted, while Mom fixed dinner in the kitchen. I was worried that my dad would be disappointed in me for not landing the summer job. 

“I didn’t get the job at Ted’s accounting firm,” I informed Dad rather sullenly, plopping down next to him on the couch.

“I know, son,” Dad replied, giving my leg a fatherly pat. “I just got off the phone with Ted. Sounds like you just need a few more classes under your belt. But to show there’s no hard feelings—Ted has invited you and me to come by his place tonight.”

“He did? What for?”

“Ted didn’t really say,” my Dad shrugged. “But he asked me to pick up a case of beer on the way over. Knowing Ted, I’m sure he’s got something fun planned for us.”

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