Hung Public Play

“They look good on you,” I complimented. I could tell by his soft hands that he had never set foot on a ranch. But city boys like him often frequented the shop for authentic boots, hats, and buckles that give them that Texan cowboy swagger.

“How much for these?” he asked, extending his long legs as he admired the boots on his feet.

“That pair is $495,” I answered.

“500 bucks for boots?!” he retorted, aghast.

“Those boots are Lucchese,” I informed him. “They’ve been hand-making them right here in Texas since 1883. You won’t find a better boot.”

“Is that a scuff at the tip?” he asked, angling for me to knock some off the price.

“A little spit shine will fix that right up,” I replied, dropping to my knees and licking the tip of the boot.

He froze in disbelief as I looked up at him and proceeded to tongue the boot seductively, tasting the fine leather. As if that boot was a giant cock, I gripped it in my hands as I ran my tongue up and down it’s length.

“Damn, that’s fucking hot,” he murmured under his breath, the outline of his cock expanding in his tight jeans.

My hand traveled slowly up his leg, resting at his crotch. I could feel his big dick pulsing like a heartbeat through his jeans. Instinctively, he licked his lips, never taking his eyes off me.

“You ever had your dick sucked while wearing a pair of boots?” I asked, slowly unzipping his jeans.

“No—no, sir,” he stammered. The courtesy of sir cracked me up, as we looked to be nearly the same age.

Freeing his hard eight-incher, I began to lick up and down the shaft, replicating the slow strokes I had given the boots. His big dick grew even more rigid at my touch.

“You got a girlfriend, cowboy?” I asked, teasing the tip of his cock with some light flicks, tasting his precum.

“Yes, sir,” he answered with a swallow. “But she doesn’t like to suck me.”

“That’s a shame,” I sympathized. “Lucky for you—I fuckin’ love to suck dick.”

“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, his head rolling back, as I took the entire length of his cock down my throat with one quick motion. His hands went to the back of my head as his balls mashed against my chin.

“Christ, you know how to work a dick,” he exclaimed in awe. But I was just getting started.

With my hands on his knees, I bobbed my head up and down on his thick shaft, mimicking the rhythm he likely employs when plowing his girlfriend’s pussy. I could’ve sucked his big dick all day, but it occurred to me that I had failed to lock the door to the shop. It was time for me to pick up the pace and get his load in my hungry belly.

“Fuck, man,” he exclaimed. “You keep working me like that, and I’m gonna . . . OH SHIT . . . Keep going, dude . . . Don’t stop . . . FUCK!”

Instantly, his warm load filled my mouth, its creamy saltiness satiating my tastebuds. Like a ravenous cocksucker, I devoured every last drop greedily before surfacing for air.

“You want me to box up those boots for you?” I asked, licking the last of his cum from my lips.

“I can’t afford 500 bucks,” he sighed, one last drop of cum forming at the tip of his cock as he went soft.

“I’ll let you have the boots for $400,” I offered, licking up that last drop.

“All I got his $200,” he shrugged, deflated.

“I think we can work with that,” I smiled, rising to lock the door to the shop. “You wanna fuck my ass, cowboy?”

“Yes, sir!” he beamed, his big cock springing back to full attention as he started to kick off the boots.

“No—I want you to fuck me with the boots on,” I instructed, undoing my belt and dropping my pants to the floor as he gripped his hard cock and prepared to mount my eager hole.

“Thought you might like to dump a load in me after a long day at the office,” Zander replied, raising his ass playfully.

“Damn, it’s not even my birthday,” I joked, stripping out of my work attire. “Should I grab some lube?”

“No—I’m already prepped,” he informed me as I climbed upon him, readying to mount his eager ass. “Go ahead and slide it in me.”

“Fuuuck,” I exhaled, plunging into his warm depths. His hole was wet—too wet. “Have you just been seeded?” I asked.

“What?—No,” Zander lied.

“Bullshit,” I slapped his ass playfully. “I know a sloppy hole when I’m in one.”

“You caught me,” Zander admitted, winking back at me. “I’ve been a naughty boy today.”

“No shit,” I laughed, pulling out of him and examining my cum-slicked cock before pushing back inside. “Who bred you?”

“Umm—how about you guess?” Zander taunted, contracting his sphincter around my thick dick.

“Okay. Was it the hairy Uber driver who fucked you last week?” I ventured, giving Zander’s hole some deep strokes.

“Nah—the Uber guy was a one-time thing,” he dismissed.

“Uh—how about that hot Amazon delivery guy, the one with the dreads?” I guessed.

“Jesus, I wish,” Zander replied.

“The young bear cub at Trader Joe’s who is always flirting with you?” I suggested.

“No—he wishes,” Zander laughed.

“Ha! How about Bill—that muscled silver daddy who lives upstairs?” I guessed next.

“No,” Zander answered. “But you’re getting warmer.”

“Warmer,” I mused, plowing his hole steadily. “That must mean he lives in the building.”

“You’ve almost got it, Sherlock,” Zander teased, grinding his hole against my balls.

“Wait a minute,” I paused. “The newlyweds who moved into the apartment next door—was it the hot-as-fuck husband?”

“Bingo,” Zander announced, raising his ass to take me deeper. “I came home from work and he was sitting on the front steps shirtless and sweaty after a run. He was locked out. His wife had left to go grocery shopping and he didn’t have his keys.”

“And—?” I prompted, pummeling his sloppy hole harder.

“So I invited him in for a beer,” Zander replied, rocking his ass to match my rhythm.

“And—?” I pressed.

“He chugged down two beers in, like, five minutes” Zander continued, “and then I offered up my ass to him.”

“And—?” I demanded, jackhammering my boyfriend’s used hole.

“And then he fucked me up against the kitchen counter,” Zander answered. “Dumped a huge load in me—as you discovered.”

“Christ, that’s hot,” I exclaimed. “Was he hung?”

“Nine inches and thick as fuck,” Zander smiled back at me.

The image of my slutty boyfriend getting railed by the hot, hung, newlywed was more than I could bear. Instantly, I could feel the cum rising in my shaft. My load was imminent. “FUCK,” I grunted, flooding Zander’s guts, contributing to the newlywed’s cum already swimming in my boyfriend’s depths.

“You think he’ll want to fuck you again?” I asked as I pulled out and watched the cum soup as it dripped out of Zander’s hairy hole and coated the back of his furry ball sack. “Maybe make it a regular thing?”

“Yeah—he’s coming back over tonight,” Zander stated matter-of-factly. “His wife works the night shift at the hospital.”

“And where am I in all of this?” I demanded, pulling my briefs back over my spent cock.

“I’m thinking you two can DP me—stretch my hole with both of your cocks at once,” Zander replied, rolling over to face me.

“Good answer,” I kissed him before spreading his legs and eating out his cummy hole.

“Nah—I won’t tell nobody,” I assured him. “Now get that big dick in me.”

Travis Madden had been the hottest guy at my high school. Every girl in school had a major crush on him—us closeted guys, too. But Missy Patterson had been the lucky one to lasso his heart. They dated all through senior year until she left for school at State, giving him her class ring to wear around his neck to ward off any bitch who desired him. It didn’t work.

After graduation, Travis and I got jobs on the same construction crew. Every Monday morning, the guys would press Travis for details on all the weekend pussy he was getting behind Missy’s back. From the way Travis talked, he was dipping his stick all over the county. Who could blame him? Travis was rumored to be hung like fuck. And if you’ve got a big dick—why not use it?

So I wasn’t all that shocked or surprised when Travis booty texted me at 1 am one Friday night—mistaking me for one of the many bitches in his contacts list who would spread her legs for him at a moment’s notice.

“Hey babe. You DTF tonite?” his message flashed on my phone.

I decided to ignore the text, not wanting to embarrass Travis. But he was persistent.

“Come on babe. I’m horny as fuck. I need me some pussy,” he texted not two minutes later.

Tapping out a reply to inform Travis that he had the wrong number, I was startled when my phone rang suddenly—Travis’s number coming up on the screen. I answered the call, but before I could say a word—

“Bitch—why are you ignoring my texts?” Travis demanded. “You wanna fuck tonight or not?”

“Travis, this is Mark—from work,” I explained. “You’ve been booty texting me by mistake.”

“Fuck, man,” Travis laughed drunkenly. “My bad, dude. I’m just trying to get some snatch. My balls are gonna fuckin’ pop if I don’t get me some pussy tonight.”

“You wanna come over?” I suggested flatly. “You can fuck my pussy—empty those balls in me.”

A prolonged silence followed my offer. I thought Travis had ended the call, but then I heard the muffled sounds of pussy porn playing in the background—a bitch moaning and some dude grunting at a synchronized pace.

“You—uh—you serious about this?” Travis finally asked, his voice a near whisper. “You take cock, like, up the ass?”

“Yeah—I mean, I don’t want the guys at work to know,” I admitted, “but I fucking love it up the ass. You think you might wanna fuck me?”

“Uh—yeah,” Travis agreed hesitantly. “I guess I’m down to try it.”

“Where are you now?” I asked. “You sound buzzed. You okay to drive?”

“I’m at my parents’ house. I—uh—I still live with them,” Travis shared awkwardly. “But I’m cool to drive. I’ve only had two beers.”

Ten minutes later, I could hear Travis’s truck crunching the gravel parking pad outside my apartment. I had left the door unlocked and told him I’d be prepped and ready on the bed. My ass twitched as I heard the front door opening, and then the heavy step of Travis’s boots in the hallway.

“You ain’t gonna tell nobody about this, right?” Travis asked, fumbling to remove his jeans in my darkened bedroom, the bright hallway light illuminating every ripple of his toned body. Fuck, he was beautiful.

“Nah—I won’t tell nobody,” I assured him, perching myself at the edge of the bed, presenting my hole for his use. “Now get that big dick in me.”

Turning my face towards him, I could see that Travis was already rock hard. And the rumors were true—he was hung like fuck. His cock looked to be easily north of nine inches, straight as an arrow, with a prominent vein running along one side of his thick shaft. Fuck, I wanted that cock inside me.

“You want me to wrap it?” Travis asked, his eyes scanning my bed table for a condom.

“Nah, you can raw dog me,” I directed. “And then dump your load up my ass.”

“Damn, that’s hot,” he exclaimed. “None of the bitches in this town will take it raw. Even Missy makes me wrap it—and she’s on the fuckin’ pill.”

Stepping up to the plate, Travis inserted a finger into my already-lubed hole, giving a low whistle upon discovering that my warm, wet cunt was ripe and ready for him. Withdrawing his finger, his hands went to my hips, gaining purchase as he prepared to—WHAM—his big cock was suddenly inside me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Travis exclaimed, grinding his cock inside me in a circular motion as he opened and stretched my hole.

“Push it in all the way,” I commanded. “See how far you can go.”

“Holy fuck,” he marveled, thrusting all the way inside my endless void, his balls mashed against my accommodating hole. “I’ve never been able to go balls deep in pussy.”

“I bet you’ll find my hole can do a lot more than pussy,” I winked back at him.

Taking up the challenge, Travis moved his hands to my shoulders and began to pummel my ass. Damn, the boy had some moves—alternating with deep and shallow thrusts as he began to own my ass. The whole bed shook as he pounded my cunt to a pulp. His strength was incredible. I’d never been fucked with such driving intensity.

Wrapping his arms around my torso, Travis pushed his body into mine. Missy’s class ring, hanging from the chain on his neck, was grazing my back with each thrust of his cock. I wondered what she would think if she knew her beloved boyfriend had his big dick up my ass. As Travis continued his assault on my hole, jackhammering the shit out of me, I imagined him fucking Missy with a condom, prohibited from seeding her in the way he would soon seed me—almost immediately, in fact.

As if on cue, Travis’s breathing intensified. “Fuck, dude. I’m ‘bout to bust,” he warned urgently. Bucking like a bronco, his body thrashed as his cock pulsed and released his warm load in my depths. “FUCK … SHIT,” he grunted, collapsing on top of me as his balls emptied.

We stayed that way on the bed, our sweaty bodies melded as one, until Travis finally pushed himself up, withdrawing himself from me, his cum dripping onto the sheet from my wrecked hole.

“I like your apartment,” Travis announced, sitting up and taking in my bedroom as he stroked my back. “I need to move out of my parents’ house. You think you might want a roommate?”

“Definitely,” I answered, trying to hide my excitement. “But this is a one-bedroom unit. We’d have to share the bed.”

“I see no problem in sharing a bed,” Travis replied, rolling me over onto my back as he spread my legs and pushed his big cock back inside my used, cummy hole.

“What do you think the girls are talking about in there?” Tim asked, squinting his eyes at the back of the house. 

“Probably saying that we’re two sacks of shit for not helping with dinner,” I joked, trying not to stare at his hot-as-fuck chest. 

“You think the girls can see us out here?” Tim asked. 

“Nah. The kitchen doesn’t face this way,” I replied. “Why?”

“Because . . . I want to kiss you,” he answered leaning into me, his lips meeting mine.

“I can’t—I can’t do this with you no more,” I protested, pulling away from Tim. “I just about fell apart when you and Jolene picked up and moved to Kansas City. I love Carrie, and I don’t want to leave her, but I love you, too. You gave me something she couldn’t.”

“Yeah—my big cock,” he chuckled. 

“That’s not funny,” I admonished, trying to suppress a laugh because it was partly true. 

“I know. I’m sorry,” Tim apologized. “The truth is that what we had scared me. That’s why I moved away and dragged Jolene with me. But it was stupid to think that running off would fix things. I’d wake up at night and get Jolene to spread her legs for me so I could pretend I was inside you.”

“Well, what’s done is done. You’re not here no more,” I stated, wiping a tear from my eye. “I’m glad you came back to visit. You and Jolene are always welcome in my home. But I can’t just pick up with you again. I just can’t.”

“What if—what if I told you the reason we’re here this weekend is to find us a place to live? We’re moving back,” Tim announced, taking my hand. “It was foolish of me to leave.”

“You serious?” I asked, beaming. “But where you gonna work? You think Earl will take you back at the auto shop?”

“Nah,” he answered. “I thought I could maybe work with you. We can paint houses together, if you’ll have me.”

“Shit, man,” I exclaimed. “Of course you can work with me. You know I’d love that.”

“You think maybe I can have that kiss now?” Tim asked pulling me into his arms. Our lips met, tongues dancing as his hand traveled down the back of my shorts. “You sure the girls can’t see us out here?”

“They can’t see shit out here,” I affirmed, lowering my shorts and bending over the picnic table in the yard for him. 

“Christ, I’ve missed you,” Tim exhaled while pushing his big cock into me, fulfilling me in more ways than one.

“Shit,” Tanner cursed, pulling his big dick out of my ass just as he’d finished breeding me, his seed spilling onto the hay-strewn ground as he attempted to stuff his still-hard cock into his jeans.

“Who the fuck are you?” demanded Hal as Tanner pushed past him without answer, fleeing the barn as he sprinted home.

“That was Tanner,” I informed Hal, pulling up my pants over my used ass.

“You mean the little Langdon boy from up the road?” Hal inquired.

“He ain’t so little anymore,” I joked, referring to Tanner’s big cock. “He’s eighteen, like me.”

“And you let that boy … put his dick in you?” demanded Hal incredulously.

“The proper term is fuck,” I teased. “Yes, I let Tanner fuck me.”

“Don’t get smart with me,” Hal scolded. “Dad would skin your hide if he’d walked in here and seen that boy with his dick up your ass.”

“You’re right,” I apologized. “I wasn’t thinking. I thought you and Dad were harvesting the north side today. What happened?”

“The header jammed on the combine,” he reported. “We need to fix it, so Dad sent me in here to get the tool box. I just didn’t expect to find you with a tool in your box.”

“Ha ha—very funny,” I eye rolled. His humor had disarmed me. “You’re not mad at me?”

“No—I’m not mad,” he shrugged. “I was just a bit shocked. I guess I’ve always known this day would come.”

“Wait a minute. You know—that I’m gay?” I asked in disbelief. “How long have you known?”

“Uhh—since about the time you were six and would throw weddings for our G.I. Joe action figures,” he laughed. “I guess I kept waiting for you to talk to me about it.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time,” I admitted. “But I didn’t think you’d understand—my studly brother who’s always out scoring pussy.”

“It’s all an act,” he shrugged. “Truth be told, there ain’t much pussy to score around here. That’s why I often drive down to Shreveport.”

“Shreveport?” I asked, confused. “You got a girl down there?”

“Not quite,” Hal replied. “I—uh—I fuck this one guy there who likes taking cock.”

“What?” I asked, aghast. “So you’re gay, too?”

“Nah,” he denied. “I’m still straight. I still like pussy. But I also know it’s sometimes fun to fuck a guy, especially when my balls are backed up.”

“Are your balls backed up now?” I taunted, slowly undoing my pants.

“Jesus. Are you serious?” Hal replied, aghast. “I don’t know if we should fuck. You’re my brother for Christ’s sake. Doesn’t that go against the laws of nature?”

“Only if you’re worried you’re gonna knock me up with a mutant baby,” I laughed. “Come on, Hal. I know you must’ve thought about fucking be before.”

“More than I should ever admit,” he answered, rubbing his bulging crotch, and then unzipping himself. “You sure you want this?”

“Yes,” I assured him while watching him pull out his hard cock. “Holy fuck, you’re huge.”

I had seen my brother’s cock many times while growing up—getting out of the shower, skinny dipping at the pond—but I’d never seen his cock hard and in its full glory. His dick was easily ten inches and as thick as my wrist, with a sack of duck-egg, hairy balls hanging below it.

“Now you know why I fuck guys,” he laughed. “Bitches never know what to do with a cock this big.”

But I knew exactly what to do. “Get that big dick in me,” I begged. “Make this hole yours.”

Stepping up behind me, his hands on my hips, Hal mounted me—impaling my eager ass with one, deep thrust. “Damn, you’re wet,” he exclaimed. “That Tanner boy dumped a big load all up in you.”

“Yep,” I winced, trying to adjust to Hal’s big dick. “Tanner always cums like a fire hose. You gonna pump some more cum up there with his?”

“You fuckin’ know it,” Hal answered, pummeling my hole. His big balls slapped my ass with each thrust as he abused my cunt. “Raise your ass a bit,” he commanded.

The change in angle was incredible. Pushing himself up on the balls of his feet, Hal slid deeper inside of me—burrowing into me at a depth I’d never before experienced. With his balls mashed against my cunt, my hole was stretched to the max, gripping the base of his shaft with each delivered thrust. Christ, his big cock felt good.

“You like my cunt?” I asked as Hal continued his assault on me, jackhammering my hole at a frenzied pace.

“I fuckin’ love your cunt,” Hal replied. “I love it so much—I’m about to give it my seed.”

“Yeah—fuckin’ breed me,” I begged. “Dump that load inside me.”

As if on cue, Hal’s big dick began to throb inside me, blasting my guts with his warm load. “FUCK … DAMN,” he grunted, his balls emptying in my deep chasm. “Take this fuckin’ nut.”

“Shit, that was good,” Hal announced, pulling out of me, his load gushing from my wrecked hole. “You clean yourself up,” he ordered. “I better get the tool box to Dad before he comes looking for me.”

“Too late for that,” a distinct, sonorous voice came from behind us. It was Dad—leaning against the open doorway of the barn, his arms folded across his muscular chest. It was clear that he’d been standing there for awhile.

“Dad!” exclaimed Hal, trying to stuff his wet cock back into his jeans as I froze in place, bent over with my wrecked hole dripping Hal’s cum. “Dad, it’s not—it’s not what you think,” Hal stammered. “If you’ll just let me—”

“Step aside, Hal,” Dad ordered, undoing his pants. “Your mama ain’t spread her legs for me in years—and I need to get this big dick wet.”

“I can’t go back in there,” he admitted in a puff of smoke. “I shouldn’t have come to this party. I’m not ready to see her.”

“Dude. It’s been over a year,” I replied. “I know Emily broke your heart. But you can’t keep avoiding her. It’s a small town. You’re bound to run into her now and then.”

“Yeah, but did you see that prick she’s with now?” he asked, taking a long drag. “And that fucking rock on her finger?”

“He seems like a nice guy,” I shrugged. “Try to be happy for her.”

“Happy for her?” he spat. “While she’s moved on and wrapping her legs around that guy, I’m home alone every night shooting my wad into the bathroom sink.”

“Come on. It’s not that bad,” I doubted.

“Dude. I haven’t had pussy in more than a year,” he reported in a long stream of smoke. “The last time I got my dick wet was when Emily and I had breakup sex.”

“I have an idea. Lemme suck you off—like old times,” I offered, dropping to my knees before him. “You’ll feel better once you’ve fed me a load.”

“Dude,” he attempted to stop me. “I quit doing that shit with guys after college. You know that.”

“Well, I never stopped,” I stated, rubbing his bulge through his pants.

“Yeah, I know,” he laughed. “It’s a small town, remember?” His resolve appeared to be weakening as his cock hardened to my touch. “Make it quick, okay?”

“You got it,” I replied eagerly, unleashing his eight-incher and taking it down my throat. “Just tap me on the head if anyone comes out here.”

“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, his head rolling back with his cigar gripped between his teeth as I sucked him. “I forgot how good you are at throating a dick.”

“Well, I had a lot of practice—sucking you off in your dorm room almost every night,” I replied, licking up and down his shaft before taking him to the balls.

“Shit,” he laughed. “I must’ve fed you a few gallons of cum by the time we graduated.”

Thinking back to all those nights in college made his cock even more rigid. His precum was flooding my mouth. I wanted to suck him all night long, but I also didn’t want to risk getting caught with the party raging inside. Recalling exactly how to make him shoot in a hurry, I went straight to work, my head bobbing up and down on his big dick at a steady pace.

“Fuck, man,” he exclaimed in another puff of smoke. “Don’t stop. If you keep sucking me like that, I’m gonna . . . OH FUCK . . . SHIT.”

Like a cum cannon, his cock blasted a massive load down my throat. My hands moved to his ass, pulling him deeper down my throat and holding him close to me as his balls filled my hungry belly.

“Fuck, that was good,” he praised, extracting his spent cock from my throat and stuffing it back in his pants. He leaned down and kissed me, an ambrosial taste of cum, beer, and tobacco passing between our tongues.

“You feel ready to get back in there?” I asked, raising myself off my knees.

“Nah,” he shrugged, taking another drag on his cigar. “I’m not going back to the party.”

“Why not?” I sighed. “I thought feeding me a load would give you the confidence to face Emily and her fiancé.”

“It’s not that,” he answered. “I’m just thinking that we should maybe go back to my place. I’m feeling ready to let you ride my cock, like you always wanted.”

“Lemme just grab my jacket,” I replied while racing inside, my ass twitching in anticipation of getting wrecked by his big dick.

“Dude. You have no idea,” he sighed in an exhale of smoke. “I’m so glad Becky finally popped the kid out. She hasn’t let me near her pussy in months. She was afraid my big cock would hurt the baby.”

“Fuckin-A, man. That sucks,” I sympathized. “Well, at least you can get back in that snatch in a few days.”

“Think again, dude,” he shook his head. “Her OB told her it could be fuckin’ months before she’s all healed up down there and ready for sex again.”

“Shit, dude. Uh—you wanna fuck my ass?” I suggested, standing up to undo my pants. “You used to love dumping a load in me before you and Becky got hitched.”

“Christ, I thought you’d never offer,” he beamed, his pants tenting. “But I’m warning you. I’ve got a huge load in these balls. Your hole is gonna be leaking cum for days.”

“Bring it on. Oh—and dude?” I stopped him before he put out his cigar. “I want you to smoke that cigar while you breed me.”