“Good morning, stud,” my buddy’s dad greeted me when I awoke in his bed, a seductive smile upon his bearded face, his bedroom eyes fixed upon me. We were both completely naked, his muscular, hairy body pressed up against me, a pillow balled up under his head. “That was hot as fuck last night,” he winked at me, his hand reaching out, stroking my chest.
“Did—did we fuck last night?” I gasped, my brain trying to comprehend what was happening while still in the throes of a raging hangover.
“Hell yeah, we fucked last night,” he smiled, rolling on top of me, kissing my neck, his beard scratching my skin. “And the sex was fucking amazing.”
“Christ,” I groaned. “I let you put your dick in me?”
“No, Trevor,” he laughed, kissing down my treasure trail, his beard tickling my belly. “You put your dick in me—and busted two big loads up my ass.”
“But—but Mr. Anderson,” I protested. “I’m not gay—I fuck girls.”
“First, call me Rick,” he insisted. “There’s no need for formalities when you’ve had your dick inside me. And second, you might not be gay—but maybe you should tell that to your rock-hard cock?”
At that moment, Rick took my raging boner into his mouth and began to suck me. Instantly, he was deep throating me, my eight-incher sliding past his tonsils, my balls mashed against his chin.
“How—how did this happen?” I questioned, fighting the urge to push Rick off me while simultaneously enjoying the best damn head of my life. “The last thing I remember, Dylan and I were tossing back tequila with a couple of hot bitches at Coyote Jake’s,” I recalled. “Oh Christ, does Dylan know that I fucked his own father?”
“Calm down, Trevor,” Rick insisted, releasing my cock from his throat. “Dylan doesn’t know a thing. He’s still sleeping like the dead in his room. You two Ubered here shit-faced drunk at 2 am. I practically carried your wasted asses to Dylan’s room, where you both passed out cold.”
“But how did I end up in here—fucking you?” I demanded.
“I’m getting to that,” Rick sat up, gripping my hard cock in his fist, pumping it as he spoke. “At some point in the night you stumbled naked into my room, mumbling something about needing to smash some pussy.”
“I—I don’t remember that.”
“No shit,” Rick laughed, straddling my body, still stroking my cock. “You stumbled in here, grabbed that lube there on my bed table, greased up your cock, climbed on top of me in bed, and then shoved your big dick up my ass.”
And at that moment, upon explaining how I had ended up in his bed, Rick sat upon my big cock, taking me into his depths once more. Immediately, I was balls deep in the warmest, tightest hole imaginable.
“Fuuuuuck,” I exhaled, my head tipping back in ecstasy. “You’ve got a sweet cunt.”
“That’s exactly what you said last night when you shoved that big dick into me,” Rick laughed as he began to ride me, his hands upon my chest, his tight sphincter gliding up and down my rigid pole.
“Yeah, ride this big dick,” I exclaimed, casting off my inhibitions, embracing the act of fucking a dude. Rick’s tight hole was fucking amazing—far better than any pussy I ever had. I might as well enjoy it, I told myself.
“Fuck, I love riding a hung, young stud like you,” Rick bellowed, his pelvis gyrating atop me, his fuck canal gripping my cock from within.
“I—I didn’t know that you’re gay,” I admitted, getting my hips into the action, syncing my rhythm with his.
“After I divorced Dylan’s mom,” Rick began, my cock a piston in his hole. “I topped a few gay dudes, just needing to get my rocks off. But then this one guy convinced me to flip fuck with him and, after experiencing the sheer bliss of a big dick up my ass, there was no turning back.”
“But, don’t you feel like less of a man now?” I suggested. “You know, taking dick from guys?”
“Only a real man can take a cock up his ass,” Rick answered, his muscular, hairy body working my big dick, supporting himself on his powerful thighs. “I never feel more manly then when I’ve got a big cock inside me.”
I had to admit that it was hot watching this hunk of a man as he took charge of my cock, writhing upon it, inching me closer and closer to orgasm. Bitches always tired quickly when trying to ride my big one, but not Rick. He was riding me like a champ, an expert jockey upon a thoroughbred.
“Fuck, l want your cum,” Rick threw back his head, sweat dripping down his hairy chest as he increased his pace, riding me harder. His thighs slapped heavily against mine with each downbeat, my balls smacking his ass in return. “Breed me,” he begged.
“You’re about to get it,” I warned, biting my lip, trying to hold back my load. His talented hole was just too good, his expert moves coaxing my balls to give up their seed. “I’m getting close,” I exclaimed, the cum rising in my swelling shaft.
“Seed me,” he demanded, bucking hard on my engorged cock, my balls beginning to throb. “Shoot that load up my ass.”
“FUCK,” I growled, my cock detonating in his depths, my body convulsing beneath him. “FUCK—FUCK,” I continued to grunt loudly, my load spewing rhythmically, spraying the walls of his fuck canal with my warm seed.
“That’s it, baby,” Rick encouraged, holding still upon me, reveling in the feeling of my pulsing cock in his depths. “Empty those balls in me.” Slowly, my orgasm ebbed, my balls satiated.
“Fuck, that was good,” I exhaled as Rick dismounted me, my spent cock flopping audibly against my thigh, my pearly load gushing from his gaping hole. “You’ve got an incredible cunt,” I praised him. “We need to do this again—soon.”
But before Rick could respond, a figure appeared in the doorway. It was my buddy Dylan, leaning against the door jamb with his arms crossed over his hairy chest. He was in his boxer briefs, a look of disgust upon his face.
“Dylan,” I gasped, trying to cover my cum-slicked cock with my hands. “Don’t be mad, dude. It’s—it’s not what you think.”
“Jesus Christ, Dad,” Dylan reprimanded his father, ignoring me. “Why do you always give up your ass to all of my buddies? It’s really fucked up.”
“Don’t be jealous, Dylan,” Rick pushed himself upwards and onto all fours upon the bed, presenting his available ass to my buddy. “You know that I’ll always let you dump a load in me, anytime you want, son.”
I watched transfixed as Dylan pulled down the front of his briefs, resting the waistband beneath his heavy balls. His thick, eight-incher was raging hard, a drop of precum forming at the tip. Dylan quickly stepped up to the plate, grabbing his dad by the hips as he prepared to mount him.
“Jesus, Trevor,” Dylan exclaimed, turning his face to me as he pushed balls deep into his father. “You dumped a big fucking load in my dad’s ass. It’s wet as fuck all up in here.”
“You gonna give me some more cum, son?” Rick asked, twerking his used ass upon his son’s thick rod. “Shoot a big load in me?”
“You know it, Dad,” Dylan slapped Rick’s ass before digging into his shoulders, pounding him hard. I delighted in watching my buddy railing his own father as I slowly stroked my big dick, patiently awaiting my turn to pound another load into the slutty DILF.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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