can't stop

I met Adam the day he moved into the house next door. The moving van had barely left when he knocked on my door, introducing himself and asking to borrow a drill to hang a flag mount next to his front door.

“That’s some flag,” I observed when Adam returned the drill later that afternoon. A large rainbow flag was hanging outside his door, catching the breeze. “I take it you’re—uh—gay.”

“Yeah,” he smiled broadly. “Gotta show my pride.”

Though the flag gave me a moment of pause, my wife was unfazed. “We should host a cookout for Adam and welcome him to the neighborhood,” Mandy suggested as soon as Adam had left. “We could invite all the neighbors so everyone can meet him.”

“I dunno,” I hesitated. “I’m not sure—”

“Don’t be a homophobic jerk,” Mandy chastised me. “Adam seems like a really nice guy, and we should get to know him.”

Of course, my wife was right. At the cookout we hosted for Adam the next Saturday, the whole neighborhood was taken with him. He was smart and funny as hell, cracking jokes that had everyone in stitches. For being the only gay guy in the neighborhood, Adam fit right in seamlessly. 

“I heard you’re getting the snip next month,” my buddy Dereck announced as a bunch of us guys stood around the beer cooler, shooting the breeze with Adam. “My balls swelled up to the size of grapefruits when I had it done,” Dereck shared. “But after three days of icing my boys with bags of frozen peas, I was good as new.”

“Good to know,” I replied. “Honestly, I don’t know why Mandy is making me do it. I couldn’t tell you the last time she spread her legs for me. I didn’t even get birthday sex this year.”

“I hear you, bro,” my buddy Ryan clinked beer bottles with me. “Seems like my wife is always too tired, or has a headache, or is pissed off at me about something. The only action I ever get is from my right hand.”

“Sorry, Adam,” I apologized, noticing he was wide-eyed by the topic of conversation. “I’m sure the last thing you want to listen to is a bunch of hard-up married guys complaining that they never get laid.”

“It’s all good,” Adam laughed. “But it does make me thankful that I’m gay. If I want to get laid, all I have to do is open an app, or sit in the gym sauna for like five minutes,” he joked in jest.

“I’m sorry about all that guy talk about our frigid wives earlier,” I apologized again to Adam as the party was winding down. He and I were in a couple of lawn chairs, drinking beers by the fire pit. “We didn’t mean to bore you.”

“Really, it’s no big deal,” Adam laughed. “It was—enlightening, to say the least. You think you might want to come over to my place for a beer later tonight?”

“Thanks, but we still got a shit ton of beer here,” I gestured to the cooler. 

“I wasn’t suggesting that we actually drink beer,” Adam smiled deviously, his eyes focused on my crotch. 

“Oh—Jesus,” I stammered, suddenly realizing in my drunken beer haze that Adam wanted me to fuck him. “I’m flattered, dude—really I am. But I don’t swing that way. I don’t fuck guys.”

“Most married guys say that—at first,” Adam countered. “But once they try fucking a dude, they change their minds. I’ve been fucked by countless guys like you—straight and married but not getting any action at home. You just need an easy hole, a place to dump your load. I can be that easy hole for you.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I don’t fuck guys,” I doubled down. “I oughta say goodnight to the rest of our guests and help Mandy clean up,” I stood up to take my leave. “Thanks for coming over tonight, Adam. Welcome to the neighborhood.”

My mind was reeling as I said my goodbyes to our neighbors and began to collect the paper plates, soda cans, and beer bottles that littered our backyard. Where did Adam get off on offering up his ass to me? Sure, I needed to get my rocks off in the worst way, but that didn’t mean I was willing to stick my dick in some slutty gay dude. What I needed to do was to assert myself in my marriage and exercise my conjugal rights as a husband. 

“That was a great party,” I wrapped my arms around Mandy as she washed a large platter in the kitchen sink, my hard cock pressed up against her ass through my shorts. “The kids are in bed. How about we leave the rest of this cleaning for the morning and go upstairs for some fun?” I suggested, my tongue in her ear. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” my wife pulled away from me. “Do you know how exhausted I am from hosting fifty people at our house tonight? And you expect me to now go upstairs and wrap my legs around you while you heave and sweat on top of me?”

“Babe, don’t get mad,” I tried to subdue her. “I just thought it could be fun to blow off some steam together.”

“You wanna blow off some steam?”she yelled, tossing a sponge into the sink. “Then go for a run.”

“Fine,” I shouted back, stripping off my shirt and reaching for my runners by the kitchen door. “I’m going for a long run. Don’t wait up for me.”

I stood in my driveway motionless, the cool night air kissing my bare chest. I didn’t feel like a run. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to destroy a cunt with my big dick. And then I looked over at Adam’s house. I could see the lights on in his living room, the flicker of his television through the slatted blinds. 

Drawing closer to his windows, I could see that Adam was watching gay porn—a dude fucking another dude atop a bed. There was something primal, almost animalistic, about the way they fucked. Two men enjoying each other’s manly bodies. One dominating the other. 

“Is everything okay?” Adam asked moments later as he opened his door to me upon my urgent knock. 

“You want this cock?” I offered, standing before him in nothing but a pair of shorts, groping my bulge for emphasis. 

“Christ, I thought you might sleep on my offer,” Adam laughed. “I didn’t expect you to show up tonight.”

“You want this big dick or not?” I persisted. 

“Fuck yes,” Adam exclaimed, pulling me inside. “Your wife know that you’re here?”

“No—she thinks I’m out for a run.”

“Good, let’s keep it that way,” he led me up the stairs to his bedroom. “You want me missionary or doggy?” he asked, stripping down and reaching for a bottle of lube on his bed table. 

“Doggy—for certain,” I answered, stepping out of my shorts. “No offense, but I’d rather not have to look at your face while I’m pounding your ass.”

“Christ, you’re hung,” he gasped, admiring my cock while slathering lube into his hole. “It’s no wonder your wife doesn’t want you to fuck her with that hole splitter.”

“It’s a big one,” I gloated, slapping it against my open hand. 

“Let’s get that big dick in me,” Adam ordered, positioning himself on all fours atop his bed. “I want you to fuck the shit out of me.”

Dutifully, I climbed onto the bed and took my place behind Adam. Gripping him by the hips, I aimed my engorged cock head at his puckered hole and shoved right into him. 

“FUCK,” he screamed, gripping the sheets from under him. “You’re thick as fuck.”

“Yeah, bitch—take this fat cock,” I growled, pummeling his hole. “I’m not stopping until I’ve shot my load in you.”

Christ, his cunt was amazing—easily the best hole that I’d ever experienced. I’m not embarrassed to admit that I fucked a lot of girls before I married my wife, and no bitch’s pussy could compare with Adam’s man cunt. 

“That’s it—fuck me deep,” he begged, twerking on my big one. He was gripping my cock at the base, his sphincter pulsing around my shaft, milking out my load. 

“You like this big dick in your tight hole?” I asked, slapping his ass with my open palm. “Is this what you wanted when you offered up your cunt to me at the party tonight?”

“Yes—I wanted your cock so bad,” he answered, rocking his hips, matching the rhythm of my deep thrusts. “I love getting dicked down by a hung, married stud like you.”

Imagining all the fellow married guys who had used Adam’s cunt only turned me on all the more, my boner growing even more rigid inside of him. I began to jackhammer him harder, pummeling his quivering cunt, showing no mercy. 

“FUCK,” he screamed as I proceeded to pound the shit out of him on top of his bed, my big dick routing his depths. Gripping his shoulders, I thrusted deeper, my left hand moving up his neck, pulling his head back. My orgasm was imminent, my balls throbbing. 

“You gonna take my cum?” I demanded, my cock swelling inside his tight cunt, expanding against the walls of his fuck canal. “You gonna let me dump my load in you, bitch?”

“Yes—seed me hole,” Adam begged, writhing on my big rod. “Fucking breed me.”

“You’re about to get it,” I warned, his sphincter gripping my shaft, pulling me into his depths. “Don’t stop—that’s it—keep going—OH FUCK—SHIT—FUCK.”

“Mmm, yeah. I can feel you cumming in me,” he moaned as my cock erupted, spewing my warm load into his deepest recesses. I collapsed upon him, driving him into the mattress as my balls continued to empty inside him, my seed swimming in his bowels. 

“Christ, I needed that,” I pulled out of him, my pearly load dripping from his gaping hole. “You’ve got a cunt made for cock.”

“That—was—fucking—incredible,” he panted breathlessly, his body immobile upon the bed. 

“I better get back home before the wife suspects anything,” I announced, pulling my shorts back on, stuffing my wet cock back inside them. I was soon out the door, leaving Adam curled up in a fetal position upon his bed, my load still leaking from his wrecked hole. 

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Mandy said groggily, awakening as I tiptoed into our bedroom moments later. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”

“I’m sorry, too,” I replied, dripping in sweat as I stripped out of my shorts, my spent cock hanging between my legs. “I’m gonna jump in the shower before hitting the sack.”

“You feel better after your run?”

“Yes, babe—I feel fucking amazing,” I admitted, ambling into the bathroom. “I think I’m going to start running every night before bed.”

“Maybe you could invite Adam to join you some night?” my wife called out to me as I turned on the shower. “I bet he likes to run. He looked really fit.”

“That’s a great idea,” I called back. “I think I’d enjoy pounding the pavement with Adam every night. There’s no better release.”

“Nah,” I answered trying not to stare at his massive bulge. “All they want to do is drink beer in Dylan’s basement and then go hit on girls at the drive-in.”

By the time Noah had turned eighteen, the fact that he was gay was no secret. I had walked in on him giving brojobs to more than half the guys in our neighborhood while our parents were at work. Growing up, my buddies often came by our house to play video games. But now they more often came by to feed a load to Noah. 

And who could blame them? Noah had a reputation for giving killer head. And he was discreet. He wasn’t going to go blabbing to the neighborhood or your girlfriend that he had sucked you off. For those reasons, Noah was a popular, well-fed cocksucker. His only frustration was that I wouldn’t give my cock to him. 

Don’t get me wrong, I had no issue with straight guys like me using some gay kid like my brother to get their rocks off. Life is too short to constantly jerk your own meat when a willing cocksucker is glad to work that nut out for you. My only problem with my little brother was just that—he was my little brother. 

I wasn’t hung up on any type of morals or puritanical ideals. I barely knew what the word incest meant. Rather, the thought of sticking my dick in my brother’s mouth was just sort of weird to me. We had grown up together, privy to each other’s disgusting quirks and habits. Noah’s lips kissed our mother at bedtime every night—they weren’t supposed to be wrapped around my cock. 

Noah felt differently, of course. I was, quite literally, an untapped source of cum for him. How easy his life would be if he could lie around the house, sucking my cock all day. Noah was determined to suck me off, and soon launched an aggressive plan to get my dick down his throat—by annoying the shit out of me. 

Noah followed me all over the house, begging to suck me. He climbed under the breakfast table and tried to pull down my shorts. He ambushed me in the shower, reaching for my soapy cock. He climbed into bed with me at two in the morning, his head under the covers. But each time, I was steadfast, batting him away, telling him to leave me the fuck alone. 

I held strong week after week, month after month. But little by little, Noah had chipped away at my resolve. I was tired of the constant pressure. If getting him off my back meant feeding him a load, I was finally prepared to do it—even if it meant interrupting my afternoon PlayStation time. 

“Let me suck you,” Noah begged, his eyes pleading with me. He was on his knees, between my legs as I relaxed on the living room couch, the PlayStation controller in my hand. “Please Lucas,” he persisted. “I want to taste your cum. Please feed me.”

“Fine—have at it,” I tossed the game controller on the couch. “You’re never gonna leave me alone until I pump my nut down your throat.”

“You’re—you’re serious?” Noah hesitated in disbelief. “This isn’t some joke? You’re actually going to—”

“Hurry the fuck up,” I interrupted him, propping my arms behind my head. “We don’t have a lot of time before Mom and Dad get home from work.”

“We won’t need much time,” my brother assured me. “I’ll have you nutting down my throat in no time.”

He went to work quickly, yanking down my shorts, tossing them next to me on the couch. My eight-incher sprung to attention, nearly smacking Noah in the eye.

“Your dick looks just like mine,” Noah marveled, gripping it at the base, rotating it slightly to examine it from all sides. “You’re just as thick as me, and we’ve even got the same vein running up the right side. This is so fucking hot—it’s gonna be like sucking my own cock.”

“Just fuckin’ suck it already,” I admonished him, eager to get the deed done. I was still feeling a bit weird about letting my brother go down on me, and I didn’t want my parents walking in on us with my cock down Noah’s throat. “Hurry the fuck up before I change my mind.”

Obediently, Noah went to work. He started with my balls, taking them in his mouth one by one, licking and sucking at them. 

“Fuuuck,” I exhaled, my toes curling in response. “That feels fucking amazing, bro.”

“Haven’t you ever had your balls worked over by a bitch?” he paused briefly.

“No—it’s rare that I can even get some bitch to go down on me, let alone suck on my musty balls.”

“These balls aren’t musty,” Noah licked just under my ballsack. “They’re fucking delicious. I’m gonna get a big load out of these full nuts, I can tell.”

He returned to his work, worshipping my jewels, churning the seed within. I wondered how many sets of balls had been in his mouth? How many guys had shot a load down his throat? And who was the guy to start it all?

“Who was the first dude to feed you a load?” I wondered aloud as Noah began to work his tongue up my shaft, teasing the underside of my cock head. “Was it your buddy Tony Balducci?”

“Nah,” Noah paused in his work once more, gripping my cock and stroking lightly as he talked. “I’ve drained countless loads out of Tony and that fat Italian sausage he’s got, but he wasn’t the first.”

“Then who was it?”

“You remember Joey Branson?” Noah inquired. “We played basketball together at the community center?”

“Yeah—you sucked off Joey?” 

“No—I sucked off his dad.”

“His dad?” I gasped. “Mr. Branson was the first dick you sucked? That big, burly, manly-man?”

“Yeah,” Noah laughed. “Joey invited me to sleep over after practice one night. I woke up around midnight and wanted a glass of water. His dad was in the den, watching porn with his big dick in one hand and a bottle of scotch in the other. And then he asked me to get on my knees and suck him.”

“And you did?”

“Yeah—he fed me a huge load,” Noah recalled fondly. “And I’ve been addicted to cum ever since.”

“That’s fucking hot,” I admitted, my cock growing absurdly hard at the image of my brother sucking off Mr. Branson. “You’re such a cock slut,” I grabbed my cock and smacked it against Noah’s face.

“You’re about to find out how much of a cock slut I can be,” Noah winked. And then he went for it—swallowing my big dick in one gulp, my balls mashed against his chin.”

“HOLY fucking CHRIST,” I belted out, my hands instinctively grasping Noah’s head. “How the fuck are you doing that?”

“You’ve never been deep throated?” my brother asked, surfacing for air. 

“I think you know the answer to that,” I laughed. “I’ve yet to find a bitch who could throat me all the way.”

“Well—now you don’t have to,” Noah winked before diving back down on my cock, my shaft disappearing down his talented throat. 

Locking his lips around the base of my cock, Noah began to bob his head up and down on my dick, my fat cock head slipping past his tonsils with each pass, breaching the upper limits of his esophagus. His skill was incredible. He wasn’t just sucking my dick, he was fucking jacking me off with his mouth and throat. 

“Christ, this is good,” I moaned, tipping my head back. Once again, I propped my hands behind my head, enjoying the lascivious luxury of a toe-curling blow job. The fact that it was my own brother, my flesh and blood, worshipping my big one had not escaped my attention. But I was starting to not give a fuck anymore. If my brother was blessed with the God-given talent of pleasuring his fellow man, who was I to not participate in such good fortune?

Noah had picked up the pace, reaching up to massage my pecs and tease my nips as he sucked me ravenously.  His neck was like a hinge, pivoting on my rod over and over, my cock a battering ram down his eager throat. He was sucking me hard, my balls smacking him on the chin with each downbeat, my shaft swelling down his throat. 

“Bro—I’m—I’m getting close,” I announced through gritted teeth, trying in vain to hold back my nut. It was a loosing battle. My balls had started to throb, pressure building in my shaft. Involuntarily, my legs began to straighten, my thigh muscles contracting as my body prepared for orgasm. “You ready for it? You ready for my load?”

“Mmmmph, hmmmph,” Noah responded with a slight nod of his head, not removing my throbbing cock from his throat. And then it happened—an orgasm of epic proportions. The most incredible ejaculation that I had ever experienced.

“FUCK—FUCK,” I barked, my body convulsing upon the couch as my cock discharged a massive load, the first shot hitting the back of Noah’s throat before careening into his hungry belly. His hands went to my knees, gripping into my flesh as rope after rope of my thick spunk filled his mouth.

He kept me down his throat for several minutes, my pulsing cock slowly giving up the last of my seed, our shared DNA swimming in his belly. I slowly caressed the back of his head. Feeding my nut to Noah had been intensely intimate, the closest I had ever felt to my brother.

“Dayum—that was a big fuckin’ load, bro,” Noah exclaimed upon finally releasing my cock from his throat, my pearly load coating his lips and tongue. “Most guys don’t shoot a load as big as—”

But then Noah stopped in mid-sentence, the sound of Dad’s keys at the front door. Holy fuck. Dad was home at least thirty minutes earlier than usual. Swiftly, I sprang up, yanking on my shorts over my spent dick. I plopped my ass back down on the couch, Noah taking a seat next to me as I reached for the PlayStation controller. As Dad opened the door and entered the room, he discovered his two sons innocently engaged in a video game.

“I hope you boys haven’t been on that damn thing all day,” Dad sighed, eyeing the TV and the PlayStation controller in my hand as he hung his keys on a peg next to the door. “You two need to get outside more—get some fresh air. That thing will rot your brains.”

“We—we just started playing,” I stammered, trying to act naturally and not like I had just fed a load to my brother. 

“Okay,” Dad smiled. “But let’s not be on that thing all night. I’m gonna take a quick shower and then maybe grill up some steaks for dinner before your mom gets home.”

“Sounds good,” Noah and I replied in robotic unison, relieved that Dad hadn’t suspected a thing.

“Uh—Noah?” Dad hesitated. “You got some of your brother’s cum on your chin. How about you come wash up in the shower with me? I could really use a good ball draining while the hot water soothes my aching back.”

“I’m Walt,” I returned his smile, dropping the two, oversized duffel bags containing all my earthly possessions onto the laminate floor. “And I’m totally cool with taking the top bunk.”

“It’s really late,” Jack observed, looking at a wall-mounted clock above the door. “I was worried that maybe you had dropped out before the start of the semester.”

“Nah, my dad’s truck broke down on the way here,” I shared. “It was an exhausting day. You mind if we chat and get to know each other in the morning? I really just want to get some sleep now, if that’s cool.”

“No problem,” Jack nodded. “The bathroom is right in there,” he gestured towards a narrow door opposite our bunk beds.

“Thanks,” I replied, quickly stripping down to my briefs. Jack’s eyes never left my nearly naked body and the ample bulge in my briefs as I retrieved my toiletries from my duffel bag and made a beeline for the bathroom. 

The fluorescent ceiling lights were off when I emerged from the cramped bathroom, a sliver of light from a street lamp pushing through the horizontal blinds. Jack appeared to be asleep, his body curled up on the lower bunk. 

I quickly scaled the bed frame, hurling myself upon the lumpy mattress on the top bunk. I was exhausted and was desperate to rest, but sleep eluded me. After several minutes of tossing and turning, I did what most guys do to bring on the foggy bliss of slumber—I pulled out my cock and started to rub one out. 

“Are—are you jacking off?” Jack’s voice came from below me, the metal bed frame rocking and squeaking to my masturbatory rhythm.  

“Yeah—sorry,” I paused in my self-pleasure, my eight-incher flopping audibly against my thigh. “I can’t sleep, so I thought I’d rub one out.”

“Don’t apologize. It doesn’t bother me,” Jack assured me. “I often jack before bed, too.”

“Cool, I’ll try to be quick,” I replied, gripping my hard cock in my right hand again, resuming my stroke. But after a few minutes, I stopped again, unable to bring myself to climax.

“Did you nut?” Jack’s voice broke the silence. 

“Nah,” I exhaled in frustration. “I think I’m too tired to jack. My forearm is already sore, and I’m not even close. It fucking sucks, ‘cause I really need to bust one out.”

“You want me to get you off?” Jack offered casually, as if offering to read me a bedtime story. “I don’t mind giving you a helping hand.”

“The fuck?” I spat, sitting up in bed, my head nearly smacking the ceiling. “Dude, I don’t want you touching my dick. I’m not gay.”

“I never said that you’re gay,” Jack clarified. “There’s nothing wrong with a dude helping out another dude. I jack off with my older brothers all the time. You don’t mess around with your brothers?”

“I have a sister,” I scowled. 

“Okay—well, jacking off is seriously no big deal between me and my brothers,” he enlightened me. “Some of their buddies sometimes join us, too. It’s just guys being guys. You’ve never jacked with any of your buds?”

“No—I’ve never played around with any of my buds,” I insisted. “I’m from a really small, conservative town. That shit doesn’t happen back home.”

“Alright, just forget I offered,” Jack sighed, turning over in bed. “I hope you can sleep once you finally bust that nut.”

“Thanks,” I replied, trying to resume my task, but it was a lost cause. Though I had a raging boner, precum spilling down my thick shaft, I was too tired to bring on the sweet release that I needed to sleep. 

“Fine—you can jack me off,” I announced in exasperation. “You want to climb up here with me?”

“Come down to my bunk,” Jack suggested. “I don’t trust this bed frame to hold our combined weight up there.”

“Good call,” I replied, jumping off the top bunk, my big dick swinging between my legs. 

“Christ, you’re hung,” Jack gasped, getting his first glimpse of my big one in the soft light coming through the blinds. “I might have to use both hands on you,” he laughed. 

Jack climbed out of bed and relinquished his mattress to me, allowing me to stretch out upon his bed while he kneeled next to me on the floor. He wasted no time in wrapping his fist around my needy cock. 

“Jesus, that’s good,” I exhaled, Jack’s fist pumping my cock slowly, my balls moving up and down in sync with his strokes. “Your older brothers trained you well.”

“They sure did,” Jack smiled, gripping my member tighter in his grasp. “But giving hand jobs isn’t all that they taught me.”

And then Jack went for it, swallowing my cock down his throat before I even realized what was happening. Instantly, the entire length of my dick was down his throat, my balls mashed against his chin. 

“HOLY FUCK,” I gasped as Jack proceeded to suck me ravenously, one hand cupping my full balls while the other slid up my body and teased my nips. “I’ve—I’ve never had head this good,” I admitted, my toes curling. 

“That’s because you’ve never let a dude suck you off,” Jack quickly surfaced for air. Gripping my big dick by the base, he slapped it against his cheek before swallowing it whole again. 

Although my original objective was to bust my nut so that I could fall asleep, my desire had changed. I didn’t want to cum. I was enjoying the best damn head of my life and didn’t want it to end. Unfortunately, my full balls had other plans. 

“I’m gonna bust,” I warned, my load rising in my shaft, my balls throbbing for release. “It’s cool if I shoot in your mouth?”

Jack answered affirmatively with a subtle nod of his head as he continued to suck me voraciously. He clearly wanted to eat my load, something that no bitch had ever done for me. 

“FUCK,” I exclaimed, the first shot of my load hitting the back of Jack’s throat, my big dick pulsing in his mouth. “Yeah, swallow this nut—FUCK—FUCK.”

With his lips locked firmly around my thick shaft, he sucked every last drop of cum out of me. My body convulsed upon his bed until my balls had released the last of my seed into his hungry belly.  

“That was some killer head, dude,” I praised his skills as I extracted my cock from his cummy mouth and raised myself off his bed. “I gotta piss,” I ambled to our shared bathroom. 

I released my stream into the toilet bowl, my sensitive chubby tingling as my piss hit the toilet bowl. Upon flushing, I returned to find Jack naked and bent over the edge of his mattress, a bottle of lube discarded next to him. His knotted hole was wet and pulsing, begging to be defiled. 

“Fuck me,” he begged. “Get that big dick in me.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. Instantly, I was hard again, my big cock eager to be inside that warm cunt. Stepping up to the plate, I dropped to my knees, positioning myself behind Jack.

“It’s cool if I fuck you raw?” I ascertained, my cock head pressed up against his hole. “You don’t want me to use a condom?”

“What’s a condom?” Jack laughed. “Get that big dick in me and breed this motherfuckin’ hole.”

“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, pushing into his fuck canal. “Jesus, you’re tight.”

“And you’re hung like fuck,” Jack replied, gripping me from within. “Wreck my hole. Fucking give it to me.”

“Your wish is my command,” I dug my hands into his shoulders as I began to pummel the living shit out of his tight cunt. “You let your brothers fuck you like this?”

“Yup—almost every night,” Jack answered, pushing his ass against me, my balls thwacking against his wet hole with each thrust. “And they pimped my ass out to all their buddies, too.”

“That’s fucking hot,” I replied, staring down at my big dick gliding in and out of his tight hole, imagining all the dudes who had also used Jack’s ass. 

His cunt was truly incredible—better than any pussy that I had experienced. I could fuck Jack harder and deeper than with any of the bitches that I had fucked—and my balls could tell. Though I had just emptied the chamber down Jack’s throat, my balls were already aching for release again. 

“Dude—I’m gonna bust,” I warned urgently, my cock swelling inside of Jack. “You ready for my nut?”

“Give it to me,” Jack gripped his sphincter around the base of my cock. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“OH FUCK,” I barked, my cock throbbing in his depths, the first shot of my ball batter discharging in his bowels. “OH FUCK—SHIT—FUCK.”

Over and over my cock pulsed within his depths, spewing my seed. My body shook, rattling the entire bunk bed as my load flooded his guts. 

“Fuck, that was good,” I pulled out of Jack when my cock had stopped throbbing, my balls depleted. I watched proudly as my massive load gushed from his wrecked hole, trailing down the back of his ballsack. 

“This is gonna be a great year,” Jack climbed upon his mattress, turning over and reaching for my cummy cock. “I couldn’t ask for a better roommate.”

“I dunno, bro,” I hesitated, as he lapped at my spent dick, licking me clean. “I’m not sure that we should be roommates.”

“What?!” he gasped. “Don’t you want to fuck my ass anytime you want?”

“That’s the problem,” I admitted. “I’m afraid I’ll never want to study, or go to class, or meet girls. I’ll just want to be balls deep in you all the time.”

“And is that such a problem?” Jack winked, pulling me atop of him as he opened his legs for me. 

“I guess not,” I laughed, pushing my cock back into his used hole, preparing to deliver my third load of the night. 

“You getting married today, man?” I asked upon approaching him. 

Jake remembered yelling.

“What the fuck were you doing?” he snapped, shoving a finger toward the crushed fender. “You came out of nowhere.”

The man slammed his truck door hard enough to make Jake flinch. “I had the lane.”

“Bullshit. You were on your phone.”

“I was looking at the road, asshole.”

The man stepped closer, jaw tight, face flushed with a dark, sudden fury. Bigger. Broader. Casting a heavy shadow over the hot blacktop.

Jake kept going anyway. His pride pushed him right into the stranger’s space.

“You think because you’re big you can just crowd people off the—"

“Keep running that loud mouth,” the man growled.

Jake let out a short, sharp laugh. “Or what?”

The man’s eyes dropped to Jake’s lips.

“Or I’ll give it something useful to do.”

Jake opened his mouth to snap back.

The word never landed.

A heavy hand hit the back of his neck. The downward force dropped him hard, knees striking coarse asphalt, palms jerking uselessly at his sides. Heat rose from the road in waves. Engines ticked behind him. Horns dragged past in long, ugly bursts while the metallic click of a belt snapped open above his face.

“Open.”

Jake glared up through his lashes, jaw locked.

The man’s thumb and forefinger dug into the hinges of his jaw, forcing the bone down.

“I said open.”

The blunt head of his cock pressed in all at once.

Thick heat split Jake’s mouth wide. His lips stretched around it. His tongue flattened under the weight. The first shove hit too deep, too fast, and his throat seized around the crown with a wet, choking spasm.

Spit flooded under his tongue.

His eyes watered immediately.

“There,” the man panted, fist tightening in Jake’s hair. “That’s better. Nice and quiet.”

Jake made a furious sound around him, muffled and useless.

The man shoved deeper.

The sound broke into gagging.

Jake’s throat clamped hard, fighting the intrusion, then opened in a helpless pulse as the cock forced its shape into him. The shaft dragged over his tongue, slick with spit and precum, hot and heavy enough to make his jaw burn. He tried to pull air through his nose, but the next thrust stole it from him.

The man used his grip like leverage.

Forward. Deep. Hold.

Back. Breath. Spit.

Forward again.

Jake’s whole body flinched with each drive. His fingers dug into his jeans. His shoulders hitched. The heat of the road pressed through his knees while the cock pressed deeper into his throat, turning every angry word into wet, broken noise.

“Still got something to say?”

Jake gagged around him.

“Yeah. Thought so.”

The thrusts turned rough. Angry. Each one drove the argument farther out of him. His pride had no room down there. Only the fist in his hair. The hard road under him. The thick cock stretching his mouth open and teaching his throat to yield.

Spit spilled down his chin and soaked his collar.

His face burned with every passing car. Light flickered across them in quick flashes. Jake felt exposed from the inside out, opened and silenced in the same brutal rhythm, his body reacting before his mind could recover. His throat tightened, opened, tightened again, learning the size of him.

The man groaned and drove in deeper.

Jake’s nose brushed coarse hair. His throat locked around the base. Panic sparked through his chest, then sank under the heavy pulse of the cock buried in him.

The man held him there when he came.

Jake felt the first hot spasm deep in his throat. Cum spilled straight into him, thick and bitter, flooding past his tongue before he could cough. He swallowed on reflex, choking around the shaft as another pulse followed. Then another. His eyes squeezed shut. His throat worked helplessly, taking each wave because the cock left him nowhere else to put it.

When the man pulled free, Jake coughed hard.

Cum and spit clung to his lips. A thick strand slipped from his mouth and dripped to the asphalt between his knees.

Above him, the man tucked himself away, still breathing hard.

“Next time,” he said, looking down at him, “watch your mouth.”

Jake stayed on his knees.

His jaw hung loose. His throat kept working around the bitter heat coating his tongue, around the ache the cock had left behind. The anger was gone. The argument was gone. All that remained was the hot blacktop under his palms and the taste of the man still sitting deep in his mouth.