Rocketboi

"Hey, anyone home?" I called out, already knowing the answer. The TV volume lowered, and a moment later, my sister's boyfriend, Jake, appeared in the doorway. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts, his thin, muscular body on full display. His smile was as charming as ever, but there was a glint in his eye that I recognized all too well.

"Hey, man," he said, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Your sister said you'd be home late."

"Yeah, well, here I am," I replied, leaning against the doorframe. "What are you doing here, Jake? I thought you had practice."

He shrugged, his gaze never leaving mine. "Coach let us off early. I thought I'd come by, see if you needed any... help with anything."

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "Help, huh? And what kind of help are you offering, Jake?"

He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "The kind that involves my mouth on your cock, for starters."

I let out a low chuckle, pushing off from the doorframe. "Is that so? And what makes you think I want that?"

Jake's eyes flashed with confidence. "Because I know you, Zach. I know you like what I can do with my tongue. And I know you're not going to turn it down, not when your sister's not here to catch us."

I felt a stirring in my pants at his words, at the memory of his mouth on me. I had always been careful, always made sure we were alone, always made sure he left before my sister got home. But this was different. This was him coming to me, offering himself up.

"And what about her, Jake?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "What about my sister?"

He shrugged again, a smirk playing on his lips. "What about her? She doesn't have to know. Besides, she's not here, is she? It's just you and me, Zach. Just like it's always been."

I felt my resolve crumbling, my body responding to his words, to the promise in his eyes. I took a step closer, my voice barely a growl. "You think you can just come here, talk like that, and I'll let you suck my cock?"

Jake's smirk widened into a grin. "I know I can. Because you want it, Zach. You want it just as much as I do."

I grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him into a kiss. His lips were soft, his tongue eager as it pushed into my mouth. I could taste the remnants of his lunch, the faint hint of beer. I pushed him back against the wall, my hands roaming over his body, feeling the hard muscles of his chest, his abs.

"Fuck, Zach," he groaned as I bit down on his lip. "I've missed this."

"Have you now?" I murmured, my hands moving to his shorts, pushing them down over his hips. His cock sprang free, hard and ready. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling the smooth skin, the hard length. "And what about her, Jake? What about my sister's pussy?"

He groaned again, his hips bucking into my hand. "Fuck, Zach, don't talk about her when we're doing this. It's not... it's not right."

I chuckled, my hand moving faster on his cock. "You're right, it's not. But it's so fucking hot, isn't it? Knowing you're fucking her, knowing you're making her come on your cock, and then coming here, sucking mine."

"Fuck, Zach," he groaned, his hands moving to my belt, undoing it, pushing my pants down over my hips. "I can't... I can't think when you talk like that."

I smiled, my hand moving from his cock to his ass, squeezing the firm flesh. "Good. I don't want you to think. I want you to feel. I want you to feel my cock in your mouth, in your ass."

He groaned, his hands pushing my boxers down, my cock springing free. He dropped to his knees, his mouth wrapping around my length, his tongue swirling around the head. I groaned, my hands tangling in his hair, pushing him down, making him take more of me.

"Fuck, Jake," I groaned, my hips moving in time with his mouth. "That's it, take it all. Show me what you can do with that pretty mouth."

He moaned around my cock, his hands moving to my ass, squeezing, pulling me deeper into his throat. I could feel the vibrations of his moan, could feel the heat of his mouth, the wetness of his tongue. I groaned, my hands tightening in his hair, my hips moving faster.

"Fuck, Jake, I'm going to come," I groaned, my body tensing, my cock throbbing in his mouth. He moaned again, his hands moving to my balls, squeezing, rolling them in his hand. I came with a groan, my cock pulsing in his mouth, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

He swallowed every drop, his tongue licking me clean as I pulled out of his mouth. He looked up at me, his eyes shining with satisfaction, with pride. I reached down, pulling him to his feet, my mouth finding his again, tasting myself on his tongue.

"Bedroom," I murmured, my hands moving to his ass, lifting him off the ground. He wrapped his legs around my waist, his arms around my neck, his mouth never leaving mine as I carried him to my room.

I dropped him onto the bed, my hands moving to his shorts, pushing them the rest of the way off. He kicked them away, his eyes never leaving mine as I climbed onto the bed, my mouth moving to his cock, my tongue licking up the length.

"Fuck, Zach," he groaned, his hands moving to my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. "That feels so fucking good."

I smiled, my mouth moving to his balls, my tongue licking, my lips sucking. "I know it does," I murmured, my fingers moving to his ass, feeling the tight muscles, the smooth skin. "I know just how to make you feel good, Jake. Just like I know how to make you feel bad."

He groaned, his hips bucking into my mouth. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

I looked up at him, my fingers moving to his hole, pressing against it, feeling the tight muscles give way. "I mean, I know how to make you beg, Jake. I know how to make you plead for my cock. I know how to make you scream my name."

He groaned again, his hands moving to my shoulders, pushing me up his body. "Fuck, Zach, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk straight tomorrow."

I smiled, my fingers moving to my cock, feeling the hard length, the smooth skin. "Is that what you want, Jake? You want me to fuck you hard? You want me to make you come so hard you can't see straight?"

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Yes," he groaned. "Fuck, yes."

I climbed off the bed, my eyes never leaving his as I grabbed the lube from my nightstand, as I coated my cock with the slick liquid. He watched me, his eyes wide, his breath coming in short gasps. I climbed back onto the bed, my hands moving to his legs, pushing them back, opening him up to me.

"Fuck, Zach," he groaned, his hands moving to his cock, stroking it, feeling the hard length. "I can't wait to feel you inside me."

I smiled, my cock pressing against his hole, feeling the tight muscles give way, feeling the heat of his body envelop me. He groaned, his hands moving to my hips, pulling me deeper, his body arching into mine.

"Fuck, Jake," I groaned, my hips moving, my cock sliding in and out of his body. "You feel so fucking good."

He moaned, his hands moving to his nipples, pinching, rolling them in his fingers. "Fuck, Zach, that feels so good. I love feeling you inside me."

I groaned, my hips moving faster, my cock sliding in and out of his body, my hands moving to his legs, pushing them back, opening him up to me. "You like that, Jake? You like feeling my cock in your ass?"

He nodded, his eyes closed, his mouth open, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," he groaned. "Fuck, yes."

I smiled, my hands moving to his cock, stroking it, feeling the hard length, the smooth skin. "You want to come, Jake? You want to come all over yourself while I fuck you?"

He nodded again, his hands moving to my shoulders, his fingers digging into my skin. "Yes," he groaned. "Fuck, yes. I want to come. I want to come so fucking hard."

I smiled, my hips moving faster, my cock sliding in and out of his body, my hand moving faster on his cock, feeling the hard length, the smooth skin. "Come for me, Jake," I groaned. "Come all over yourself. Show me what a good little slut you are."

He groaned, his body tensing, his cock pulsing in my hand, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. I could feel the heat of his come on my hand, could feel the wetness of it as it coated his stomach, his chest. I groaned, my body tensing, my cock pulsing in his ass, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

I collapsed onto the bed beside him, my body slick with sweat, my breath coming in short gasps. He turned to me, his eyes shining with satisfaction, with pride. I reached out, my hand moving to his cheek, my thumb brushing against his lips.

"Fuck, Jake," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. "That was... that was incredible."

He smiled, his hand moving to my cheek, his thumb brushing against my lips. "I know," he murmured. "It always is with you, Zach. It always is."

"Hey, anyone home?" I called out, already knowing the answer. The TV volume lowered, and a moment later, my sister's boyfriend, Jake, appeared in the doorway. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts, his thin, muscular body on full display. His smile was as charming as ever, but there was a glint in his eye that I recognized all too well.

"Hey, man," he said, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Your sister said you'd be home late."

"Yeah, well, here I am," I replied, leaning against the doorframe. "What are you doing here, Jake? I thought you had practice."

He shrugged, his gaze never leaving mine. "Coach let us off early. I thought I'd come by, see if you needed any... help with anything."

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "Help, huh? And what kind of help are you offering, Jake?"

He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "The kind that involves my mouth on your cock, for starters."

I let out a low chuckle, pushing off from the doorframe. "Is that so? And what makes you think I want that?"

Jake's eyes flashed with confidence. "Because I know you, Zach. I know you like what I can do with my tongue. And I know you're not going to turn it down, not when your sister's not here to catch us."

I felt a stirring in my pants at his words, at the memory of his mouth on me. I had always been careful, always made sure we were alone, always made sure he left before my sister got home. But this was different. This was him coming to me, offering himself up.

"And what about her, Jake?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "What about my sister?"

He shrugged again, a smirk playing on his lips. "What about her? She doesn't have to know. Besides, she's not here, is she? It's just you and me, Zach. Just like it's always been."

I felt my resolve crumbling, my body responding to his words, to the promise in his eyes. I took a step closer, my voice barely a growl. "You think you can just come here, talk like that, and I'll let you suck my cock?"

Jake's smirk widened into a grin. "I know I can. Because you want it, Zach. You want it just as much as I do."

I grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him into a kiss. His lips were soft, his tongue eager as it pushed into my mouth. I could taste the remnants of his lunch, the faint hint of beer. I pushed him back against the wall, my hands roaming over his body, feeling the hard muscles of his chest, his abs.

"Fuck, Zach," he groaned as I bit down on his lip. "I've missed this."

"Have you now?" I murmured, my hands moving to his shorts, pushing them down over his hips. His cock sprang free, hard and ready. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling the smooth skin, the hard length. "And what about her, Jake? What about my sister's pussy?"

He groaned again, his hips bucking into my hand. "Fuck, Zach, don't talk about her when we're doing this. It's not... it's not right."

I chuckled, my hand moving faster on his cock. "You're right, it's not. But it's so fucking hot, isn't it? Knowing you're fucking her, knowing you're making her come on your cock, and then coming here, sucking mine."

"Fuck, Zach," he groaned, his hands moving to my belt, undoing it, pushing my pants down over my hips. "I can't... I can't think when you talk like that."

I smiled, my hand moving from his cock to his ass, squeezing the firm flesh. "Good. I don't want you to think. I want you to feel. I want you to feel my cock in your mouth, in your ass."

He groaned, his hands pushing my boxers down, my cock springing free. He dropped to his knees, his mouth wrapping around my length, his tongue swirling around the head. I groaned, my hands tangling in his hair, pushing him down, making him take more of me.

"Fuck, Jake," I groaned, my hips moving in time with his mouth. "That's it, take it all. Show me what you can do with that pretty mouth."

He moaned around my cock, his hands moving to my ass, squeezing, pulling me deeper into his throat. I could feel the vibrations of his moan, could feel the heat of his mouth, the wetness of his tongue. I groaned, my hands tightening in his hair, my hips moving faster.

"Fuck, Jake, I'm going to come," I groaned, my body tensing, my cock throbbing in his mouth. He moaned again, his hands moving to my balls, squeezing, rolling them in his hand. I came with a groan, my cock pulsing in his mouth, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

He swallowed every drop, his tongue licking me clean as I pulled out of his mouth. He looked up at me, his eyes shining with satisfaction, with pride. I reached down, pulling him to his feet, my mouth finding his again, tasting myself on his tongue.

"Bedroom," I murmured, my hands moving to his ass, lifting him off the ground. He wrapped his legs around my waist, his arms around my neck, his mouth never leaving mine as I carried him to my room.

I dropped him onto the bed, my hands moving to his shorts, pushing them the rest of the way off. He kicked them away, his eyes never leaving mine as I climbed onto the bed, my mouth moving to his cock, my tongue licking up the length.

"Fuck, Zach," he groaned, his hands moving to my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. "That feels so fucking good."

I smiled, my mouth moving to his balls, my tongue licking, my lips sucking. "I know it does," I murmured, my fingers moving to his ass, feeling the tight muscles, the smooth skin. "I know just how to make you feel good, Jake. Just like I know how to make you feel bad."

He groaned, his hips bucking into my mouth. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

I looked up at him, my fingers moving to his hole, pressing against it, feeling the tight muscles give way. "I mean, I know how to make you beg, Jake. I know how to make you plead for my cock. I know how to make you scream my name."

He groaned again, his hands moving to my shoulders, pushing me up his body. "Fuck, Zach, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk straight tomorrow."

I smiled, my fingers moving to my cock, feeling the hard length, the smooth skin. "Is that what you want, Jake? You want me to fuck you hard? You want me to make you come so hard you can't see straight?"

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Yes," he groaned. "Fuck, yes."

I climbed off the bed, my eyes never leaving his as I grabbed the lube from my nightstand, as I coated my cock with the slick liquid. He watched me, his eyes wide, his breath coming in short gasps. I climbed back onto the bed, my hands moving to his legs, pushing them back, opening him up to me.

"Fuck, Zach," he groaned, his hands moving to his cock, stroking it, feeling the hard length. "I can't wait to feel you inside me."

I smiled, my cock pressing against his hole, feeling the tight muscles give way, feeling the heat of his body envelop me. He groaned, his hands moving to my hips, pulling me deeper, his body arching into mine.

"Fuck, Jake," I groaned, my hips moving, my cock sliding in and out of his body. "You feel so fucking good."

He moaned, his hands moving to his nipples, pinching, rolling them in his fingers. "Fuck, Zach, that feels so good. I love feeling you inside me."

I groaned, my hips moving faster, my cock sliding in and out of his body, my hands moving to his legs, pushing them back, opening him up to me. "You like that, Jake? You like feeling my cock in your ass?"

He nodded, his eyes closed, his mouth open, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," he groaned. "Fuck, yes."

I smiled, my hands moving to his cock, stroking it, feeling the hard length, the smooth skin. "You want to come, Jake? You want to come all over yourself while I fuck you?"

He nodded again, his hands moving to my shoulders, his fingers digging into my skin. "Yes," he groaned. "Fuck, yes. I want to come. I want to come so fucking hard."

I smiled, my hips moving faster, my cock sliding in and out of his body, my hand moving faster on his cock, feeling the hard length, the smooth skin. "Come for me, Jake," I groaned. "Come all over yourself. Show me what a good little slut you are."

He groaned, his body tensing, his cock pulsing in my hand, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. I could feel the heat of his come on my hand, could feel the wetness of it as it coated his stomach, his chest. I groaned, my body tensing, my cock pulsing in his ass, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

I collapsed onto the bed beside him, my body slick with sweat, my breath coming in short gasps. He turned to me, his eyes shining with satisfaction, with pride. I reached out, my hand moving to his cheek, my thumb brushing against his lips.

"Fuck, Jake," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. "That was... that was incredible."

He smiled, his hand moving to my cheek, his thumb brushing against my lips. "I know," he murmured. "It always is with you, Zach. It always is."

When I tell him to wait for me naked at the base of the bed, he does exactly that. Clean and fresh and ready to be used by me.

I start directly with my mouth on his cock, feeling him harden in my mouth. I run my hands up and down his hairy body and grope and grab at him, reminding him that he’s mine. I slide first one and then a second finger into his mouth, letting him suck on them while I keep sucking his delicious cock. Then I take those fingers and slowly insert first one, and then both, into his tight hairy hole. His cock responds by doubling the leaking precum in my mouth. I absolutely love hearing him moan from my ministrations. I lift his legs onto my shoulders, and stick my tongue up into his delicious hole. His hair by balls, still wet from my tongue, resting on my nose. Our eyes meet, just before his roll back in his head from my tongue. His hairy thighs wrap around my head, squeezing it tight. His hairy hole is at least as tasty as his beautiful cock.

Soon enough his hole ready and I’m sliding my thick cock into him, my big hands on his waist, pulling him slowly into my thickness. By the time I bottom out in his hole, he’s moaned and leaked all over himself. It’s a beautiful sight to behold as my bush, the only part of my body that is hairy, mixes with his hairy crack.

One stroke in and one stroke out. And another. And once more. This time, by the fourth stroke out I’m ready to bust inside his hole, having been riled up by his tasty cock. I kiss him gently as I fill him up with my young cum, and I feel his cock cumming on both of us, making my smooth muscles stick to his hairy body. When I finally stop cumming inside him, I kiss him softly again.

“I love having you inside me, son” he says to me. His hands on my smooth ass, keeping me lodged deep inside him.

“You ready?” I kiss him hard. He knows what I mean. His hole clamps down on my cock, hard. He nods a yes. “I need you to say it, you little cumslut!” I slap his face. Harder than he ever had to slap me growing up. His hole clamps down on my cock even harder and his still hard cock leaks another drop of precum.

“Breed me, son. Breed your Daddy’s hole. Fuck my grandbabies deep into my Dadcunt. Use that massive cock of yours to split me open and fuck your cum into me.” Before he’s even finished begging I’m already ramming my cock in and out of my Dad’s hairy cunt, holding his hands above his head in one of my big hands while my other hand is wrapped around his throat.

I love watching my dad squirm as I fuck him. His muscles flexing as my almost nine inches goes in and out of his hole. Every time my cockhead rubs past his prostate, his face flinches and his cock leaks another drop of thick precum onto his hairy abs.

“Took you long enough,” he said, his voice low, rough around the edges. His dark eyes flicked over me, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch of me all over again. I swallowed hard, my pulse already kicking up. It had been months since I’d seen him in person, and the way he looked at me now—like he was already undressing me with his gaze—sent a jolt straight to my cock.

I stepped closer, my boots scuffing against the linoleum. “Missed me?”

He chuckled, pushing off the counter and closing the distance between us in two long strides. His hands found my waist, fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp. “You have no idea,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. The scent of him—soap, sweat, and something uniquely him—filled my senses, and I leaned into him, my body already responding, my cock stiffening in my jeans.

I tilted my head up, my lips brushing his jawline. “Then show me.”

His response was immediate. His mouth crashed onto mine, hungry and demanding, his tongue forcing its way past my lips like he owned me. And fuck, maybe he did. I moaned into the kiss, my hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. His body was hard against mine, all muscle and heat, and I could feel the thick ridge of his cock pressing into my hip. I ground against him, desperate for friction, for him.

He broke the kiss just long enough to growl, “Bedroom. Now.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

The bed was unmade, the sheets tangled from the last time he’d slept in it—alone, I hoped. But the thought barely had time to form before he was on me, shoving me backward onto the mattress. I landed with a bounce, laughing as he crawled over me, his body caging me in. His hands were everywhere—tugging at my shirt, yanking it over my head, his fingers tracing the lines of my abs before dipping lower, popping the button of my jeans.

“Fuck, you’re eager,” I teased, but my voice was breathless, my cock already leaking in my boxers.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and boxers and pulled, dragging them down my legs in one rough motion. My cock sprang free, already hard and aching, the tip glistening with pre-cum. His eyes darkened as he looked at me, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Already dripping for me.”

I groaned, my hips lifting off the bed as if begging for his touch. “Less talking, more doing.”

He smirked, but he didn’t make me wait. His hand wrapped around my cock, his grip tight, his thumb swiping over the slick head. I hissed, my back arching, my fingers tangling in the sheets. “Fuck—”

“Patience,” he chided, but there was no real reprimand in his tone. Just promise. His hand started moving, slow at first, his fist gliding up and down my shaft with maddening precision. I whimpered, my hips bucking into his touch, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “I need—”

“I know what you need,” he said, his voice a dark purr. And then his mouth was on me, his lips wrapping around the head of my cock, his tongue swirling over the sensitive flesh. I cried out, my hands flying to his hair, my fingers tangling in the dark strands as he took me deeper, his throat opening around me.

“Oh fuck—” The word tore out of me, raw and desperate, as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking me with a rhythm that had my toes curling. His free hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin behind them. I was already so close, my orgasm coiling tight in my gut, my cock throbbing against his tongue.

But he pulled back just as I was about to come, his lips leaving my cock with a wet pop. I whined, my hips jerking upward, chasing his mouth. “No—don’t stop—”

He chuckled, low and dark, his hand still stroking me, keeping me right on the edge. “Not yet. I want you to come on my cock.”

The words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, my cock twitching in his grip. “Then fucking do it,” I snarled, my patience gone.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

He stood up just long enough to strip off his own clothes, his movements quick and efficient. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the veins standing out against the flushed skin. I licked my lips, my mouth watering at the sight of him. He was huge—always had been—and the thought of taking him, of feeling him stretch me open, had my hole clenching in anticipation.

He grabbed the lube from the nightstand, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers before tossing the bottle aside. His eyes never left mine as he reached between my legs, his slick fingers finding my entrance. I spread my legs wider, my breath hitching as he circled my hole, teasing me.

“You’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Always so fucking tight for me.”

I moaned, my hips lifting off the bed as he pressed a finger inside me, slow and deliberate. The stretch burned, but it was a good burn, the kind that made my cock jerk and my breath come in sharp gasps. He added a second finger, scissoring them inside me, stretching me open. I whimpered, my nails digging into my thighs.

“More,” I begged, my voice a whine. “I need more.”

He obliged, adding a third finger, his movements rougher now, his fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision white out. “Fuck—right there—”

“That’s it,” he growled, his fingers pistoning in and out of me, his other hand wrapping around my cock, stroking me in time with his fingers. “Take it. Take my fingers like a good boy.”

I was babbling now, my words a string of curses and pleas, my body trembling under his touch. “Please—please, I need your cock—”

He didn’t make me wait. His fingers slipped out of me, leaving me empty and aching, but only for a second. Then he was positioning himself between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I took a deep breath, my muscles relaxing as he pushed inside, slow and steady, inch by inch.

“Fuck—you’re so big—” I gasped, my hands flying to his hips, my fingers digging into his skin.

“You can take it,” he grunted, his voice strained. “You always take it.”

And I did. I bore down, my body opening for him, my hole stretching around his thick cock. The burn was intense, but it was overshadowed by the fullness, by the way he filled me up, his cock hitting places inside me that made my toes curl and my breath catch.

“There we go,” he murmured, his hips finally flush against mine. “All the way in.”

I whimpered, my cock throbbing between us, pre-cum dripping onto my stomach. “Move,” I begged. “Fucking move.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

His first thrust was slow, deliberate, his cock dragging against my prostate with every movement. I cried out, my back arching off the bed, my nails raking down his back. “Yes—right there—”

He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he set a punishing rhythm. His cock slammed into me, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. I could feel my orgasm building, my cock leaking, my body trembling under his.

“Harder,” I demanded, my voice a snarl. “Fuck me harder.”

He obliged, his thrusts becoming rougher, his cock pounding into me with a force that had the bed creaking beneath us. “You like that?” he growled, his voice rough. “You like taking my cock like a slut?”

“Yes—” I gasped, my hands flying to my cock, stroking myself in time with his thrusts. “I love it—love your cock—fuck—”

His hand wrapped around mine, his grip tight as he took over, stroking me in time with his thrusts. “Come for me,” he ordered, his voice a dark command. “Come on my cock.”

That was all it took. My orgasm crashed over me, my cock pulsing in his grip as ropes of cum shot onto my chest, my stomach, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “Fuck—yes—”

He didn’t stop. His cock slammed into me, his thrusts becoming erratic, his breath coming in sharp gasps. “Gonna come,” he grunted, his voice strained. “Gonna fill you up—”

“Do it,” I begged, my voice a whine. “Come inside me—please—”

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing inside me as he came, his cum filling me up, hot and thick. He groaned, his body trembling above mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

For a moment, neither of us moved. The only sound in the room was our ragged breathing, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Then he collapsed onto me, his cock still buried inside me, his weight pressing me into the mattress.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his voice muffled against my neck. “I’ve missed this.”

I laughed, my arms wrapping around him, my fingers tracing idle patterns on his back. “Me too.”

We didn’t move for a long time. His cock softened inside me, slipping out with a wet sound, his cum dripping down my thighs. I didn’t care. I just lay there, my body limp and sated, my brother’s weight a comforting pressure against me.

But then he shifted, rolling onto his side and pulling me with him, his arm wrapping around my waist. His cock, still half-hard, pressed against my ass, and I couldn’t help but grin.

“Already?” I teased, my voice lazy.

He chuckled, his breath hot against my ear. “Give me a minute.”

I laughed, turning my head to press a kiss to his lips. “Take all the time you need.”

His hand slid down my stomach, his fingers wrapping around my cock, already stirring back to life. “Oh, I will,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise. “We’ve got all night.”

"You’re staring again," Marcus murmured, his voice a low, velvety rumble that sent a shiver down Jake’s spine. His eyes—deep brown, almost black in the low light—locked onto Jake’s with a predatory glint, daring him to look away. "Like what you see, little brother?"

Jake swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He was leaning against the doorframe, his fingers gripping the wood so tightly his knuckles had turned white. He should have left. Should have turned around the second he saw Marcus like this—naked, unashamed, inviting. But his feet felt rooted to the spot, his gaze tracing the hard planes of Marcus’s body, the way his abs tapered down into a trail of dark hair that led straight to the thick, heavy cock resting against his thigh. It twitched slightly, as if sensing Jake’s attention, and Jake’s breath hitched.

"Fuck off," Jake muttered, but there was no real heat in his words. His voice was rough, strained, betraying the way his pulse hammered in his throat. He hated how easily Marcus could unravel him with just a look, just a smirk. Hated how his body reacted—his own cock stirring in his jeans, his skin prickling with awareness.

Marcus chuckled, the sound dark and knowing. He rolled onto his side, propping his head up on one hand, the other trailing lazily down his chest, fingers ghosting over his nipples before dipping lower. "You wish I would," he purred, his voice dripping with amusement. "But we both know you’re not going anywhere. Not when you’re this hard for me."

Jake’s jaw clenched. "I’m not—"

"Liar," Marcus cut in, his hand wrapping around his cock, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. The thick shaft hardened further under his touch, the head already glistening with pre-cum. "I can smell you, Jake. That sweet, desperate little scent you get when you’re thinking about my cock inside you." His thumb swiped over the slick tip, spreading the moisture before he brought his fingers to his lips, tasting himself with a low groan. "Mmm. Bet you’re dripping right now, aren’t you? Just imagining how good it’ll feel when I finally let you have it."

Jake’s breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. His hands trembled, his nails digging into the doorframe. He should walk away. Should slam the door and lock himself in his room, jerk off to the fantasy of Marcus’s hands on him like he always did. But the way Marcus was looking at him—like he was already his, like he owned him—made his knees weak.

"Fuck you," Jake whispered, but it lacked conviction. His cock ached, pressing painfully against his zipper, begging for release.

Marcus’s smirk deepened. He crooked a finger, beckoning Jake closer. "Come here," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "On your knees. Show me how sorry you are for lying to me."

Jake’s resistance crumbled. His legs moved before his brain could catch up, carrying him across the room until he was standing at the edge of the bed, his chest heaving. Marcus didn’t move, didn’t reach for him—just watched, his dark eyes burning with hunger as Jake sank to his knees, his hands resting on Marcus’s thighs.

"Good boy," Marcus murmured, his free hand tangling in Jake’s hair, gripping just tight enough to make him gasp. "Now open that pretty mouth for me."

Jake’s lips parted on a shaky exhale, his tongue darting out to wet them. He could smell Marcus—the musk of his sweat, the salt of his pre-cum, the intoxicating scent of pure, unfiltered man. It made his head spin, his cock throb.

Marcus guided him forward, the thick head of his cock brushing against Jake’s lips. "That’s it," he growled, his voice rough with need. "Take it. Show me how much you want it."

Jake moaned, the sound vibrating against Marcus’s skin as he parted his lips wider, taking the first inch of that thick, heavy cock into his mouth. The taste of him—salty, musky, perfect—exploded on his tongue, and he whimpered, his hands gripping Marcus’s thighs for support.

"Fuck, yes," Marcus hissed, his hips twitching upward, feeding Jake another inch. "Just like that. Take it all, you greedy little slut. Show me how bad you’ve been craving this."

Jake hollowed his cheeks, taking Marcus deeper, his tongue swirling around the thick shaft as he bobbed his head, his lips stretching obscenely around the girth. Saliva dripped down his chin, his nose pressing into the coarse hair at the base of Marcus’s cock as he took him to the back of his throat.

"Goddamn," Marcus groaned, his fingers tightening in Jake’s hair, holding him in place as he thrust shallowly, fucking Jake’s mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. "Look at you. Choking on my cock like the desperate little whore you are." His other hand cupped Jake’s jaw, his thumb pressing against his cheek, feeling the way his throat bulged around the intrusion. "You love this, don’t you? Love being used by me. Love knowing you’re mine."

Jake moaned around the cock in his mouth, the vibration making Marcus groan. His own cock was aching, trapped in his jeans, leaking pre-cum in thick, sticky ropes. He needed—needed—more. Needed Marcus’s hands on him, his cock inside him.

As if reading his mind, Marcus pulled back, his cock slipping from Jake’s lips with a wet pop. Jake whimpered at the loss, his lips swollen and glistening, his chest heaving.

"Strip," Marcus ordered, his voice a dark growl. "Now. I want to see every inch of you."

Jake didn’t hesitate. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, tearing it open before shrugging it off, letting it pool on the floor. His jeans followed, kicked aside along with his boxers, leaving him naked, his cock standing stiff and proud, the tip already slick with pre-cum.

Marcus’s gaze raked over him, hungry and possessive. "Fuck, look at you," he murmured, his hand wrapping around his own cock, stroking it slowly as he drank in the sight of Jake’s lean, toned body. "So pretty when you’re desperate for me." His eyes flickered up to meet Jake’s. "Get on the bed. On your hands and knees. I want that tight little ass in the air for me."

Jake’s breath hitched, his cock jerking at the command. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself as Marcus had ordered, his ass raised, his back arched, his face pressed into the mattress. The cool air ghosted over his exposed hole, making him shiver.

Marcus moved behind him, his large hands gripping Jake’s hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of his ass cheeks, spreading them apart. "Look at this," he murmured, his voice rough with approval. "So fucking perfect. All pink and tight, just begging to be filled." His thumb brushed over Jake’s hole, pressing lightly, making him gasp. "You want that, don’t you? Want my cock stretching you open, fucking you until you can’t walk straight?"

"Y-yes," Jake whimpered, his voice muffled against the sheets. "Please, Marcus. Please."

Marcus chuckled darkly. "Since you asked so nicely." His thumb pressed harder, breaching Jake just slightly, making him cry out. "But first, I want to hear you beg for it. Tell me how bad you want my cock inside you."

Jake’s face burned with humiliation, but his cock ached with need. "I—I need it," he stammered, his voice trembling. "Need your cock, Marcus. Need you to fuck me. Please, please—"

"Louder," Marcus demanded, his thumb circling Jake’s hole, teasing him. "I want the whole house to hear how desperate you are for me."

Jake’s breath came in ragged gasps. "I need your cock!" he cried, his voice raw with desperation. "Need you to fuck me, Marcus! Please, I can’t—I can’t take it anymore!"

Marcus groaned, his cock twitching against Jake’s thigh. "That’s my good boy," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of Jake’s ear. "Now scream for me when I give it to you."

Before Jake could respond, Marcus’s thumb was gone, replaced by the thick, blunt head of his cock pressing against Jake’s hole. Jake gasped, his fingers clutching at the sheets as Marcus pushed forward, the broad head breaching him with a slow, relentless pressure.

"Fuck! Marcus—oh, god—" Jake’s voice broke into a high, keening wail as Marcus’s cock stretched him open, inch by agonizing inch. The burn was intense, his muscles clenching around the intrusion, but the pleasure—fuck, the pleasure—was even more overwhelming. His cock jerked, pre-cum dripping onto the sheets beneath him.

"Shhh," Marcus soothed, his hands gripping Jake’s hips, holding him still as he bottomed out, his balls pressing flush against Jake’s ass. "Just breathe, baby. You can take it. You were made for this."

Jake whimpered, his body trembling as he adjusted to the stretch, the fullness. Marcus stayed still for a long moment, letting him acclimate, his cock throbbing inside him.

"Please," Jake whispered, his voice broken. "Move. Please, Marcus, I need you to—"

Marcus didn’t let him finish. With a low growl, he pulled back, his cock dragging against Jake’s tight walls before slamming back in, hard and deep.

"Fuck! Yes!" Jake screamed, his voice raw with pleasure as Marcus set a brutal pace, his hips snapping forward, his cock pistoning in and out of Jake’s ass with wet, slapping sounds. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard knocking against the wall in a rhythmic thud-thud-thud that matched the pace of Marcus’s thrusts.

"Goddamn," Marcus groaned, his fingers digging into Jake’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You feel so fucking good, Jake. So tight, so hot—fuck, I could live inside this ass."

Jake could only moan in response, his body rocking forward with each thrust, his cock bouncing between his legs, leaking pre-cum in thick ropes. The pleasure was overwhelming, his vision swimming, his muscles burning as Marcus fucked him with a ferocity that left him breathless.

"Harder," Jake gasped, his voice a broken plea. "Fuck, Marcus, harder—I need it, please—"

Marcus obliged, his thrusts becoming punishing, his cock slamming into Jake with enough force to make the bed shake. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Jake’s desperate moans and Marcus’s guttural groans.

"Yeah, you love that, don’t you?" Marcus growled, his voice rough with effort. "Love being fucked like a little slut. Love knowing you’re mine to use however I want."

"Yes! Fuck, yes—" Jake’s voice broke into a sob as Marcus’s cock hit that perfect spot inside him, sending a jolt of pleasure so intense it made his toes curl. "I’m—I’m yours, Marcus. Only yours—"

Marcus groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic, his cock swelling inside Jake. "Fuck, I’m gonna cum," he snarled, his voice raw. "Gonna fill this tight little ass up, Jake. Gonna breed you like the slut you are."

Jake’s cock jerked, his orgasm crashing over him without warning. "Marcus! Fuck—fuck—I’m cumming—" His cock erupted, thick ropes of cum splattering onto the sheets beneath him as his ass clenched around Marcus’s cock, milking him.

Marcus roared, his hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside Jake, his cum filling him in hot, thick spurts. "Fuck! Jake—fuck—" His voice was a broken groan, his body trembling as he rode out his orgasm, his cock twitching inside Jake’s ass.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were their ragged breaths, the occasional aftershock of Marcus’s cock inside Jake, the wet squelch of cum dripping from his well-used hole.

Marcus finally pulled out, his cock slipping free with a wet pop, leaving Jake feeling empty, his ass aching in the best way. He collapsed onto the bed, his body limp, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Marcus flopped down beside him, his arm draping over Jake’s waist, pulling him close. His cock, still half-hard, pressed against Jake’s thigh, sticky with cum.

"Next time," Marcus murmured, his voice a dark promise, "I’m gonna tie you up. Gonna fuck you until you forget your own name."

Jake shivered, his cock twitching at the thought. He turned his head, pressing a kiss to Marcus’s shoulder. "Promise?"

"She hasn't been taking care of me," he said and pulled his scrubs down. "I'm so horny lately I can't even think."

Month after month I've come to him telling him about all my sexual activity. All the random cock I've sucked in bars, cars, and married guys homes. He knew more about my sex life than anyone, he had to, he helped keep me safe.

"Are you sure?" I said and got off the chair and ran my hands up his thighs as I knelt in front of him.

"No, I'm not..." He said, he was breathing fast.

"It's between us," I assured him. "You need this, and that's okay."

"I do," he said with a sigh.

I grabbed his waistband and he lifted up so I could pull his underwear down. His balls hung between his legs and his dick was already getting hard. He had a nice one, thicker than most I had seen.

I picked up his cock and aimed it for my mouth and closed around it. He started breathing heavily as I started sucking on him. His dick was nearly instantly hard as I serviced him. The man needed this, and I was happy to help. He never judged me for all the stories I told him. Looking back it may have helped open his eyes on how easy sex should be.

I felt his hand on the back of my head, he pushed me down as he raised his hips up. He slowly fucked me in the mouth. He seemed desperate for this and he had me, the perfect patient, to do this.

"Bend over," he said getting up and grabbing the lube from the drawer.

I leaned over the examination table and he was behind me in a flash, I felt his hand smearing lube all over my hole and his cock was pressing at it just as quickly. The paper crinkled as I braced myself for what was next. He pushed forward and my ass opened and began to take him.

"Oh fuck," he sighed and laid on top of me, his face right next to mine, his warm breath on my cheek.

He inserted his cock in a smooth steady pace until I felt his stomach and legs pressing against me. I was stretched around his fat cock and he didn't seem to regret anything of what he was doing.

"I could lose everything," he began to say.

"I know, shh, you won't," I assured him. "You have needs, I'm just returning a favor."

"Oh god, I'm so fucking stupid," he got after himself, his cock was hard and he was beginning to move his hips back and forth.

"You're a man, just be a man," I turned back and told him.

"Fuck, I am," he agreed and gripped my hip and began to fuck himself down into me.

My legs slightly spread, I felt him begin pounding my willing hole. I knew I couldn't be loud and muffled my moans as he used me and my ass. He pushed his face against mine and pushed all the way in and held for a second before standing up and pulling me back into him as he thrust forward.

His body slapping against mine almost gave us away, I knew he was trying to be mindful but his lust was taking the most control over him. He held on to me tightly as my own hard dick pulsed as he assaulted my prostate.

"Ass is..." he paused and then continued, "better than pussy," he finished his sentence.

His hand pushed up my spine, lifting my shirt and he fucked me hard from behind. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me down into him with every thrust into me.

"Your cock feels amazing," I complimented him, I wasn't lying, it was. "She's stupid, I'd let you mount me every second you needed."

"Shh, I don't want to hear that," he said, it threw me off. "I can't hear that."

His hands held me as he let go, really giving me everything he had, everything he needed to. I didn't mean to make him second guess what he was doing, I doubted myself.

"I can cum inside? Like the others do?" He asked as he didn't slow.

"Of course," I replied.

"Tell me," he demanded.

"Cum in me Doctor Cal..."

"Alex, call me Alex," he stopped me.

"Cum in me Alex, I want your cum," I told him.

"God, fuck yes," he said, his body slamming into mine. "You want it, huh?"

"I need it," I told him.

He moaned far louder than I was comfortable doing myself and slammed his body into me and held. He began to kiss my neck as he unloaded into my ass. He had given into every bit of his lust and desire. His primal needs were being met as he deposited his cum inside of me.

"So fucking good, so fucking good," he said over and over as he almost collapsed on me, his cock firmly inside my hole.

He laid his head on my shoulder and took deep breaths, he was completely hard still. He rested and took a moment before pulling out and pulling his underwear and scrubs back up. I laid there for a moment, my used ass in the cold office air. I finally grabbed my pants and pulled them up and sat back down, his cum deep inside of me.

"Thank you," he said rubbing his forehead. "I, uh," he stubbled over his words.

"You needed that. You're welcome," I replied.

He chuckled nervously, "I did," he agreed. "You okay?" He asked, not sure if he was concerned for my feelings or the fucking he had given me.

"Very," I smiled at him.

"I'll put you down for next week?" He asked as he started clicking through the computer next to him.

I was confused, normally I came every three months. "Next week?" I asked.

He smirked, "yeah, next week."

"Oh... yes, next week," I understood what he was saying.

I stood up and he did too. I leaned in and went for it, he had just been inside of me for the last ten minutes, he owed me this. I kissed him and he didn't resist, he put his hand on the back of my head and kissed me back.

"Until next week," he said with a shy smile as we separated.

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

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

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

"Hey," I smirked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why only the weekend?" I chuckled.

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

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

“Okay,” I said.

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

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

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

I nodded yes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you feel bad about doing this?” I asked.

“Naw, dudes need this kind of stuff,” he replied as I stroked and squeezed him.

I leaned over and started sucking on him, he moaned and I could taste his flavor in my mouth. It was interesting knowing what he tasted like, the smell of his cologne, the salty flavor of his skin.

He ran his hand through my hair as I moved up and down on him. It felt powerful having his cock in my mouth, knowing I was giving him pleasure. We had been friends for years and this started not that long ago.

“Fuck, you suck dick so good,” he told me. “All the way down,” he coached me and pushed on my head.

I could feel him hitting the back of my throat. He let go and I moved back up and sucked on the tip before trying to move all the way back down again. I had no clue what the fuck I was doing, I was just trying to do my best to take care of him the way I would want to be taken care of.

I had pulled down my shorts and was stroking my own dick. I was hard as hell because of this. I turned my head and looked up, we we made eye contact and locked in.

“Shit you’re going to make me cum,” he said, eyes looking right at me.

I used my hand with my mouth and sped up, I swallowed him the last time so I knew he knew it was okay to do it again.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned and his dick shot off in my mouth.

I started cumming too as I took a gulp, swallowing my friend as I made him orgasm. He put his hand on the back of my neck as I milked him, drinking his load.

I heard my phone ding, as I finished draining his cock.

“Dude, we gotta go,” he said as I put my dick away and pulled off him.

“Yeah,” I agreed and stood up and we began heading for his car.

“You still down to chill tomorrow?” He asked.

“For sure, as long as I get to suck you off again,” I said half joking.

Jared was usually very disciplined as a coach, making sure not to cross the line when it came to sexual attraction to his players. But Fuller was different. He was good at discreet flirtation. He knew he was sexy and hot as fuck. The kid also knew he liked older men and Jared was just his type. Fuller was relentless in his pursuit of his coach. Obviously, he was experienced with man-on-man sex and Fuller knew from the first time meeting Jared that the coach had a thing for pretty muscle jocks.

Jared fucked the jock relentlessly last night. Fuller showed up at Jared's house wearing his cut-off, stretch, baseball pants; the ones he wore at practice. They were the ones he wore in high school, two sizes too small, and molded to his bubbled muscular ass. His Gymshark compression shirt was a second skin on his ripped torso. The kid was bold and brazen. Jared loved that about him. And he loved that Fuller was an unabashed power bottom. The boy loved to get fucked. After they fucked for hours, Jared presented him with his new uniform.

Jared growled quietly to himself before he responded to the text.

-damn, boy. you're making my dick hard.

+that was the intention

-that uniform fits you like a glove

+well it should. you ordered a medium. I'm a large.

-your ass is large

+it's wrecked from last night

-you were the one who begged me to punch your pussy

+you beat it up, bro

-sending this to me now only makes me want to destroy it

+I have a break for a couple hours this afternoon. I can swing by your office. My pussy is so fucking hungry for coach's cock.

-Fuck. What the fuck am I going to do with you. You're gonna get me fired.

+Yeah but it's the best reason for getting canned. Fired for breeding your pitcher too much

-Get that jock pussy over here as soon as you can. I'll make sure we'll be alone

+Knew you couldn't resist this muscle pussy

-That's because you're a slut

I knew something was wrong when Topher showed up at my beach house late one night. He had been driving for hours and looked like shit, his eyes bloodshot from crying. He fell into my arms, telling me that he had broken up with Spencer, his one-and-only serious boyfriend of five years.

I sent Topher to my guest room, telling him to get a good night’s rest. He and I could take a long walk on the beach in the morning and talk things over, father to son.

“I came home early from work and walked in on Spencer with his dick inside the married guy who lives in the apartment next door,” Topher reported the next morning as we walked along the shore. “The guy has a wife and three kids—yet there he was bent over our couch, begging for Spencer to breed his hole.”

“Jesus,” I exhaled. “I’m so sorry, son. That must have been a shock. But I thought you and Spencer had an open relationship, right?”

“Yeah—meaning we could play together with a third,” Topher clarified, his voice raised above the crashing waves. “Solo play was allowed, but only if you got permission in advance. Fucking our neighbor behind my back was strictly against the rules.”

“Clearly,” I agreed. “Did Spencer have something to say for himself? Did you two talk it over—is he sorry?”

“No,” Topher dismissed. “I called him a fucking asshole, packed a weekend bag, and drove here to be with you. I’m done with Spencer. We’re fucking over.”

“Look, son,” I proceeded carefully. “I’m not defending Spencer. What he did was wrong. But don’t you think you’re being a bit hasty in breaking up with him? You two have always been so great together. I hate to see you throw away a loving relationship over one, stupid indiscretion.”

“Did Mom give you a second chance?” Topher asked defiantly. “When you had your stupid indiscretion?”

“No,” I winced, hurt that he would bring that up. “Your mom did not give me a second chance, and there are still times when I wish she had.”

“I’m sorry,” Topher apologized. “I shouldn’t have said anything about—”

“It’s fine,” I dismissed with a wave of my hand. “Your mom and I are water under the bridge. We need to focus on you now. If you’re certain you want to break up with Spencer, I’ll support you.”

“Thanks, Dad,” he hugged me, the wind picking up on the beach, a seagull flying overhead. 

“Look, son. Just promise me that you won’t go rushing into another relationship with some other guy,” I advised. “You’re gonna need some time to be on your own, to discover yourself again.”

“I agree,” Topher nodded, crunching his toes into the sand.

“But with that said,” I continued, “the best piece of advice I can offer is to get yourself some dick—as quickly as possible. Sex can be an incredible ego boost after a breakup. As they say, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”

“You certainly did that after you and mom divorced,” Topher laughed. “How many bitches did you fuck back then?”

“Wait—you were nine years old at the time,” I exclaimed. “How’d you know—?”

“Oh, please,” Topher laughed. “On the weekends when you had me at your place, I’d wake up in the middle of the night to some bitch screaming her head off in your bedroom, begging for you to pound her pussy harder with your big cock. The bitches were always gone by morning, but I knew you were having women over—a lot.”

“Jesus,” I cringed, embarrassed. “It was indeed an active period for me. I used to joke with my buddies that I was scoring more pussy than an NBA player.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Topher laughed. “But you’re right. I think getting some dick is what I need right now—especially after witnessing Spencer fucking another guy.”

“I have an idea,” I began. “I’m gonna meet up with some buddies at the Pelican Pub for beers this evening. You can have the beach house to yourself, and then you can go on Grounder and—”

“It’s Grindr, Dad.”

“Okay—you can go on Grindr, or whatever the fuck it’s called, and see if you can find yourself some dick and put Spencer in the rearview mirror. That sound good, son?”

“That sounds great,” Topher wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly. “You’re the best dad in the world.”

The rising sun was soon high in the sky, warming us up. Topher and I shed our shirts and spent the rest of the morning walking along the shore looking for seashells, just like when he was a kid. Back at the beach house, I grilled up some shrimp for our lunch, and then stretched out for a nap on the back deck, overlooking the ocean. 

“Remember how I used to fall asleep on top of you whenever you would nap out here?” Topher reminisced upon finding me. “I always felt so safe in your strong arms.”

“Come on in for it,” I smiled, opening up my arms as he climbed on top of me. “That’s my sweet boy,” I exhaled, wrapping my arms around Topher, his head resting upon my hairy chest, like all those times when he was a little boy.

I started to doze off, my son’s warm body on top of me. I was nearly asleep when I felt Topher’s fingers stroking my pecs, making circles in my chest hair. He was soon teasing my nips with one finger. 

“You’re getting hard,” Topher remarked, inching his way down my body, his lips kissing down my treasure trail as his hands began to pull down the front of my shorts, my hard cock nearly free. “I want to taste it so bad.”

“Topher—Jesus,” I stopped him, trying to sit up. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Let me suck you, Dad,” he begged, his hands still at the waistband of my shorts. “I need some dick—you said so yourself.”

“I didn’t mean my dick,” I barked.  “What happened to Grindr? We had a plan—you were gonna look tonight for some—”

“This beach town is a cock desert,” Topher smirked. “Did you really think I hadn’t already looked on Grindr when I arrived last night? The nearest guy was 45 miles up the coast—an old queen with a glory hole in his apartment vestibule. No thanks.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, son.  But I just don’t think—”

“Please, Dad,” Topher begged. “I fucking need this. It’s just a blow job. I’m not in love with you. I don’t want you to be my next boyfriend. I just want you to let me suck your dick. How many no-strings blow jobs have you had in your life? This will just be one more.”

“Fine,” I exhaled, giving in to my son. As a father, I always wanted to do what was best for my son. And if he was certain he needed to suck me to get over Spencer, then so be it. “Have at it, Topher.”

Wasting no time, lest I might have changed my mind, Topher tossed off his ball cap and yanked down my shorts, my hard eight-incher smacking him in the face. Gripping my cock at the base, his palm caressing my balls, he dove into it with gusto, my cock disappearing down his throat in one gulp.

“Fuuuuuck,” I exhaled, my head tipping back in ecstasy as he took me to the balls. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been deep throated.”

“How long?” Topher asked, coming up for air.

“That Vietnamese chick that lived above me at that shitty apartment I had when your mom and I got divorced,” I replied. “She had that gorgeous, long, black hair. I’ve forgotten her name.”

“Tran,” Topher reminded me.

“Right—Tran,” I nodded. “Jesus, she could suck a dick.”

“Tran was a dude,” Topher remarked flatly. 

“Yeah, well—in my defense, I didn’t know that at the time,” I laughed. “She was prettier than half the real women I was hooking up with back then.”

Done with our trip down memory lane, Topher returned to my cock. Locking his lips around my shaft, he began to bob up and down on me, my big one battering his tonsils over and over again. Like Tran, my son really knew how to suck a dick.

“Jesus, that’s good,” I praised him, turning my head to look out at the ocean. “You sure nobody can see what we’re doing up here on the deck?”

“There’s hardly anyone down at the shore today,” Topher assured me, slapping my big cock against his cheek, an audible thud each time it made contact. “Now just relax, and enjoy the head.”

Topher was right, I just needed to lean in and enjoy the amazing blow job, to cast away all of my hangups. Sure, my big cock was down my son’s throat—but I could think about the ramifications of that later. For now, I just needed to enjoy the ride. 

Propping my arms behind my head, I closed my eyes and relished the blissful feeling of my cock being serviced. After slobbering up and down on my big one, Topher was slowly jacking me as he sucked my hairy balls. And then the pressure changed as he resumed sucking me. His jaw was like a vise around my shaft. It was incredibly intense, unlike any blow job that I’d ever experienced. It seemed too good to be true, until I opened my eyes and—

“The FUCK?!” I demanded in shock, watching as Topher rode me like a cowboy, my big dick buried up his ass. “Topher—I never said that you could—”

“Sorry—I couldn’t resist,” Topher apologized half-heartedly, bouncing up and down on my big cock like a kid on a pogo stick. His floppy dick, nearly identical to mine, was smacking against my abs with each downbeat. “I just had to have your big cock inside of me,” he purred. “Christ, it feels so good up my ass.”

Planting his hands on my hairy pecs, Topher began to twerk on my cock, his ass gyrating up and down, milking my cock inside of him. Jesus, it felt incredible. 

The initial shock was over, my apprehension gone, my resistance dissipated. And I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that Topher’s ass was fucking incredible. None of the numerous bitches that I had fucked in my life would ever let me use their back door. This was my chance.

“You like my hole?” my son asked, grinding into me, my balls pressed against his sphincter. “Does that big dick feel good inside my tight cunt?”

“It’s fucking incredible,” I admitted, my hands moving to Topher’s hips, guiding his rhythm. “Your hole feels so fucking good.”

And that was my problem—his hole felt too fucking good. I was trying so hard not to bust so fast, but it was a difficult fight. And when Topher started to repetitively contract and relax his sphincter around the base of my cock, essentially jacking me off inside his fuck canal, I knew I had lost the battle.

“I’m getting close,” I warned through gritted teeth, trying to suppress the urge to shoot, the cum rising in my shaft, my swollen balls throbbing. “You want my cum?”

“Yes—breed me,” Topher begged. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“I’m so close,” I bit my lip, still trying to hold back as Topher continued to massage my cock deep inside his bowels. “Here it comes—OH FUCK—Jesus Christ—FUCK—SHIT.”

My body convulsed, my cock releasing inside of Topher, spewing my warm seed into his depths. The irony did not escape me, realizing that this same orgasmic act was the one that gave life to my son. He was now experiencing it again in quite a different way. 

“Mmm yeah,” Topher moaned, holding still on my throbbing cock. “I can feel you cumming inside me. It’s so fucking warm.”

When my balls reached empty, when the ride was over, Topher collapsed back on top of me. His head rested upon my hairy chest once more, my cock still buried inside of him.

“Thanks, Dad,” he whispered, pushing up and finally releasing me, my wet cock slipping out of his used ass, flopping against my hairy thigh. “I’m already feeling a little better about Spencer. I really needed to be fucked.”

“I know son—I know,” I caressed the back of his head as he moved south and licked my cummy cock clean. “You’re gonna be just fine. Breakups take time to heal.”

Topher climbed off me, my pearly load trickling down the inside of his thigh. He reached into his crumpled shorts and looked at his phone.

“Spencer just texted,” Topher announced, an uncertain look on his face. “He wants me to call him so that we can talk.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” I opined, standing up and stretching, my wet dick hanging between my legs. “I’ll give you some privacy. I need a shower—and a nap.”

Topher was sitting alone on the deck, watching the ocean, when I emerged two hours later, freshly showered and well rested after a post-coital siesta. “What did Spencer have to say?” I asked. “Did you tell him that you’re dumping him?”

“We’re not breaking up,” Topher informed me. “He apologized for what he did, and said it will never happen again. Plus, I told him that you fucked me—so he and I are even now.”

“What?!” I gasped. “You told Spencer that you got fucked—by your own dad?! He didn’t think that was fucked up?”

“Not at all,” Topher gave a devious smile. “He thought it was hot as fuck. In fact, he wants you both to tag my hole when you visit next month.”

“Dude,” I said softly as I felt his hand wander down and rest on the front of my sweat pants.

“This okay?” He asked as we looked at each other nervously.

I nodded yes and he squeezed my dick through the fabric and we started kissing again. I had slipped him my tongue once before but only for a moment. It was now or never. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and we started making out like crazy.

I was sick of these games we had been playing. I wanted to mess around with my brother and I knew he wanted to as well. I grabbed hold of him and pressed our bodies together and he moaned in my mouth as I humped my hardening dick into him.

“Let’s go to my room,” I suggested.

“Okay,” he agreed. “Should I bring condoms?” He asked.

I was surprised by his simple but forward question. Was I going to fuck him? Now that he brought it up it was on the front of my mind.

“Naw, let’s play it by ear,” I said.

I’d never been with a guy before, let alone someone a year younger, or a family member. I would be lying if I had it said jerked off thinking about him quite a few times, something I didn’t want to admit was my favorite thought when cumming.

“Have you done much?” I asked, not sure, we didn’t talk about it.

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the front of my pants. “But not everything.”

“Let’s take it slow, we don’t have to rush,” I told him.

I didn’t want to pressure him, I wanted him to have time to think about what this meant, what we were doing together. We made out, our tongues swirling together, my dick was harder than it ever had been, kissing my flesh and blood, there was nothing like it. His hand slipped into my sweats and gripped my dick, I began to leak, horny for this.

He pulled my pants down and lowered in front of me. Looking down was something I never thought I’d see, my little brother right next to my cock ready to take care of my needs. I watched as he opened his mouth and swallowed the tip of my dick and sucked.

“Fuuuuck,” I moaned a bit too loud for not being home alone.

He looked up and we made eye contact as he moved up and took half of me inside of his mouth. It was wild, he looked so happy and my dick looked perfect between his lips.

“You like that? Me?” I asked, not sure what I wanted to know or not.

He nodded with me inside.

“You know this can get us in trouble, yeah?” I confirmed.

He pulled off, the cool air hit my spit covered dick.

“We don’t have to tell anyone, this is between us,” he said.

“It has to be,” I told him.

“I know,” he said as he took me back in his mouth.

I watched as my little brother expertly sucked my cock. I wonder where he knew how to do this, maybe his buddy? Maybe someone else? Either way, it was awesome, and so dangerous, which made it even better.

He used his free hand to slip off his boxers, exposing his ass to me. I could have come in his mouth in a few minutes easily, but why when I could have proper sex and a tight hole around my cock.

“You want me to wear a condom?” I asked, we both knew where this was going.

“I don’t think so, is that weird?” He asked holding my dick in his head against his face.

“I think we are past weird,” I said with a smirk.

I leaned over and fished out my bottle of lube I had in my nightstand and began coating my dick. My little brother got on top of me and lowered himself down like an expert. Feeling my cock sliding into him was other worldly. I couldn’t believe I was inside my brother and didn’t even feel bad or strange about it.

“Holy fuck,” he said as he sat down on my lap, I was completely inside.

“You good?” I asked, pushing upward into him.

“I’m great,” he said and leaned down and started to kiss me.

I slowly pushed in and out of him as we made out on my bed. Having sex with my little brother was doing mind games with me and I knew I was leaking inside of him which was making it even hotter.

I held his hips as he rocked back and forth as our bodies danced together in unison. I don’t know who was enjoying it more, him or me. His dick was jumping and pre was leaking all over my stomach. I felt his hole wrapped around me, giving me pleasure as we did unspeakable things together.

“I’m going to cum,” he said out of nowhere and his dick shot off.

“Oh shit,” I moaned as his body went tense around my cock.

I couldn’t hold back and let go, coating his insides with my seed, marking him as if he was my lover… well I guess that’s what he was now. There was no way I wasn’t going to keep doing this with him, we were bonded now

I held him down on me and unloaded, making sure I felt every jump and throb of my cock as I gave him my brotherly load. His own load was all over me, warm and running down my sides.

I pulled him down and we kissed again, “You’re still my little brother. I love you,” I told him, my cock still hard inside of him.

Find part 1 HERE

I found myself in the shared bathroom, unsure of what I was going to do or how I was going to get away from my roommate and what he had planned. The longer I stood in the bathroom staring at the cock cage, the more I wondered if I even wanted to avoid what Daniel had planned. How many girls would do anything to be in my position? How many gay guys drool at my roommate and dream of him fucking them? Granted, I wasn’t sure if fucking was going to happen, but with how Daniel was acting, I couldn’t say it was an improbability.

I pick up the black plastic cage, moving it between my hands, examining the ring and the cage itself. For being plastic, it still seemed to have a bit of weight to it, and it was smaller than I thought I’d be able to fit into. As I held the cage, I felt my cock start to harden, and my heart was beating so hard that I thought it would explode from my chest.

I slid my jockstrap away from my cock, and placed the ring around the base of my balls and shaft. When I did this, I only got harder than I already was, slowly going from a semi to a full erection. “Fuck, why am I even doing this? It’s not like he can actually force me to do this,” I thought to myself. Just then, I heard a knock on the door, causing me to drop the cage to the floor.

“Roomie, is it on yet? You’ve been in there for 10 minutes. You can’t be planning some sort of escape, bro, I know you want this.” Daniel’s voice echoed through the door as I felt him try to open it. “Dude, let me in, why did you lock the door?” His tone had an edge of frustration in it.

“Just a moment, dude,” I replied, picking up the cage, thankful for the lock.

As I was bent over, I heard a rattling of the door knob, and then suddenly Daniel burst into the bathroom, scaring me so bad I fell to the floor.

“Look at that sweet sweet ass of yours, roomie, I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my cock. Did you know that since you and I are both dudes, that I don’t have to use a condom? I’ve never busted a nut in someone without a condom on, I can’t wait for you to be my first, and for me to be the first man to find my cock buried in your guts.” He stated, and as I turned around, I saw him inching his way closer to me, slowly working his way over me.

With my jockstrap around my ankles, and my on the floor, I felt more vulnerable in this moment than I had at any point in time today. The cock cage’s ring wrapped around the base of my shaft, clear evidence of my curiosity at what it would be like to wear. Yet even as vulnerable as I felt, my cock was still rock hard, and as I glanced down at it I noticed there was precum on the tip, slowly coming from my piss slit.

“I’ll be out in a minute, I just need a little more time. Will you please give me some privacy? I promise I’ll put it on if you leave.” I begged him.

“I could leave, but with as hard as your cock is, bro, I don’t know if that cage is going on anytime soon. I’d be happy to help you out, bro. I mean, you’re still my friend, and what are friends for if not helping one another?” He had an almost gentle look in his eyes, but I knew he was trying to deceive me. I knew something was going through his mind that he refused to tell me.

I could feel the cold tile floor pressing against my back, and I tried to scoot further away from Daniel as he approached, but I found myself pressed against the bathtub, unable to escape.

Daniel started to straddle my legs, and squatted down onto my thighs, wrapping his hand around my hard cock, causing me to let out an involuntary moan.

“Good boy. I knew you’d like it when I touched you,” Daniel whispered, his eyes drilling into mine, refusing to break eye contact as his hand worked its way up and down on my cock. “Close your eyes, let yourself enjoy this,” he continued “it’ll be worth it, I promise,” as he kept working my cock, precum dripping from my cock.

As I closed my eyes, I heard Daniel hock a loogie into his hand, and return to stroking my cock with it. God, it felt incredible. Daniel kept working my cock for a few minutes, before suddenly standing and pulling my cock roughly upwards, “Come on, boy, let’s go to my bedroom so we can keep going, and bring the cage with you.” He ordered, walking out of the bathroom, and before I knew what I was doing, I followed him to his room, gawking at his ass and taking deep breaths in through my nose as I tried to breath in as much of his musk as I could.

After I followed him into this room, he closed and locked the door, a devious smile crossing his face, but this time I was excited to learn what he had in store. Wait, why? Why did I want to keep doing what we were doing in the bathroom? This isn’t what I’m supposed to be into. He shoved me backwards onto the bed, and I felt him straddle up, one knee pressed gently against my junk, the other on the outside of my thigh. He spit back on his hand, and started stroking me again.

“See bro? It feels good. Lay down, close your eyes, and let me help you out.” He whispered as he leaned over and placed his lips next to my hear. A small whimper escaped my lips, and then he started kissing my neck, causing me to moan. I felt my cock twitch in his hand, then suddenly felt him biting my neck, sucking my skin against his lips. I tried to squirm away, not wanting any marks to be left, but he overpowered me and kept himself firmly against my neck as he stroked me.

Then, without warning, his knee that was against my junk slammed into my balls, “That’s what you get for trying to get away, just stay right there and it won’t happen again,” he promised, my cock barely going soft as he kept stroking the entire time, “Even your body says you don’t mind that I did that. See? Listen to what your body wants.” He told me.

It felt like he’d been stroking me for an hour, he’d even gotten me close to cumming a few times before pulling off of me and letting my dick go soft a little bit.

“If you want to cum, let me tie your hands to some restraints under my bed bro. It’s incredible to cum when you can’t control anything about it. I promise I will let you cum.” As he told me this, I’d been edged for so long that I didn’t even hesitate before vigorously nodding my head in agreement. “Alright, put your head on that side of the bed, but I want you to be on all 4s before I tie you down. I want to milk your cock from behind, that way you can at least thrust a little bit while you cum. Okay?”

“Sure, bro, as long as I can cum.” I quickly adjusted, and then felt him click some steel cuffs in place, that were tied to his bed frame. He pulled and tugged agains them, making sure they were secure. Then he moved down to my ankles and tied them in place.

All of a sudden, I became very aware of just how exposed I was, but before I got too in my head, I felt his hand back on my cock, this time with lube, reducing the friction even more. As I started to moan and squirm, slowly thrusting into his hand, I felt his stubble and tongue against my hole. For the first time in my life, I had someone eating my asshole out, and it felt incredible, if not a little bit weird. I felt him lapping at my hole like a dog as he kept stroking me.

He pulled away from me, and I heard him shuffling around, it sounded like he was taking his singlet off. Suddenly, his musk got even thicker, “You want to cum, bro?” He asked me.

“Please.” I begged.

I felt him press against me, suddenly his cock was pressed against my cheeks, I could feel the heat radiating from it. He used his knees to kick my legs out even further than they were, and his cock slid to his head pressed right between my cheeks, feeling it press against my hole. I tightened my hole involuntarily as he started gently rubbing his cock up and down, and spitting onto my crack, using his cock to spread it along my hole.

“I felt you tighten up, boy, it’s okay, I promise that you’ll cum.” He said, reaching around and grabbing my cock with one hand, and using his free hand to grab onto my hip. He mimicked fucking me while stroking my cock, his own dick sliding up and down my cheeks, teasing my hole before sliding along my crack.

As he hocked a loogie on my hole, I felt myself getting close to orgasm, then he suddenly pressed his cock head with more pressure than he had, and I felt the head of his dick pop into my hole. As it did, a pain shot through my body, telling me I was being violated, telling me I needed to get away, but I was tied down with no way to get away from my roomie. As my body collapsed into his bed, he collapsed with me, keeping his cock head in me.

“Your hole is so soft, dude, fuck, I need to bury my dick in you.” He grunted as he held himself up on his hands, and started pressing into me. I felt my body revolting, tightening up, trying to crawl away, but the more I fought him the harder it seemed he got, making my hole feel even more full than it already was.

“Please, Daniel, pull it out, you’re too big. I’m not gay, I just…I don’t know man, I got caught up in the moment and tension.” I begged with him, as he kept pressing further and further into me.

“Dude, I have the tip in, and a couple of inches too, let me at least slide it all the way in. I promise it’ll stop hurting so bad if you relax.” He told me, one hand still wrapped around my cock as we were pressed into the mattress and the other hand starting to rub my lower back and asscheeks.

“No, man. Take it out!” As I squirmed underneath him, I felt him use his hand to hoist me back up to all fours, as he lifted me into position, I felt my hole trying to accommodate him in this new position. He wrapped both hands around my throat, still keeping the same pressure before pulling all the way out.

His hands quickly tightened, his cock slammed back into me, and as my hole gripped his cock to try and keep him from entering me any further than he already had, I felt his bush start to press against my ass.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” He growled as tears started to flow down my face. “Now, where was I?” He asked before reaching back around and grabbing my cock, which had finally managed to mostly go soft with the sudden invasion. However, his hand quickly had me rock hard again, even as my hole was screaming to get this to stop.

I don’t know how long he fucked me. Pulling all the way out, then slamming in, or fucking me in slow and long strokes. The entire time he fucked me, his hand was wrapped around my cock, jerking me off in rhythm with his fucking. Anytime I’d get close, he’d pull out and take his hand off my cock until I would go soft, then he’d repeat the process. At some point, the tears stopped. At some point, I went from begging for him to stop, to moaning as he fucked me.

“Here you go, bro, here’s your first load of my cum. Fuuu—you piece of shit, take my fucking seed you whore. Fuck, I’m breeding you,” He yelled, and as I felt his cock swell and unload in me, something about the entire experience caused my body to shake as I started to shoot my own load into his hand and on his bed. After I stopped shooting my load, he took the hand that was wrapped around my cock and placed it in my mouth, forcing me to lick it clean. I didn’t hesitate, I just did what he wanted. Now that I’d cum, I wanted him out of me more than ever and I just wanted to shower this whole experience off of me.

As he pulled out, I felt him shove something else in me, “this is a butt plug, it will keep my load in your guts until you absorb all my DNA and become my bitch. And this….” He said, while I suddenly felt a plastic cage wrap itself around my cock, “fits perfectly, and now you’ll only cum when I’m fucking you or when I let you out to cum when I want. Do you understand?” He got off the bed and crawled around to the front of me, his cock at head height since I was still restrained. “Get to cleaning my cock, and then lets go watch the game. How’s that sound?” He said with a grin.

END OF PART 2.

Part 1

When I opened the door, I was greeted with a rare sight. While my roommate was a wrestler, he never wore his singlet at home, and yet here he was, arms behind his head while he sat on the couch, wearing his singlet. The next thing I noticed was that the apartment had a bit more of an odor to it, a mix of feet, a locker room, and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

My eyes trailed down my roommates body. He had invested a lot of time and work into his body, and it showed as every inch of my roommate practically required anyone who saw him to acknowledge that he was muscular. I could see his muscles move and twitch as he adjusted himself on the couch. His scent started to work its way into my mind. Without realizing it, my breathing had deepened to try and take in more of his musk.

“Aaron, you’re home! I was wondering when you’d finally make it!” My roommate, Daniel, broke the silence, not realizing that I’d been staring and absent minded since I walked in the door. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to change out of that work uniform and relax?” The look on his face was almost one of mischief, but I couldn’t be sure.

“Uh, yeah, I’m going to go change, but I can’t relax. I’ve got to study.” I said lowly, trying to avoid gawking even more at Daniel’s body.

“Aw, come on! You can study tomorrow, we should have a bro’s night! Order some food, watch a movie, maybe play some games?” Daniel’s eyes almost looked like a puppy dog, eager and wanting to spend time together. As he talked, I couldn’t help but stare at his armpits, wondering what they smelled like up close.

“I don’t know man, I really need to ace the exams coming up,” I replied, trying to avoid my eyes wandering down to the pouch in his singlet that held his bulge.

“Please? I promise it’ll be fun! You’ve been working so hard! Don’t think I haven’t noticed the early mornings and late nights. You earned a night off, dude.” Daniel adjusted himself and leaned forward, a mix of pleading and plotting in his eyes.

“Okay, fine. Let me go shower and put on something to relax in. But only on one condition, you pick what we eat and watch. If I’m not studying, my brain isn’t doing any work tonight.” I told him, knowing that if he had to decide everything, he was likely to be satisfied and I wouldn’t have to deal with making any choices.

“Perfect. Go ahead and go get in the shower, and I’ll grab you some clothes and put them on the bathroom counter for you. That way you don’t have to decide on what to wear either! Don’t rush, enjoy your time, let yourself relax.” Daniel looked pleased, satisfied even, but there was a glint in his eye I couldn’t quite figure out. He’d never done something like this for me, so I’m not sure what sparked it in this instance, but I wasn’t going to argue.

——

I felt the water wash over me, and as it did, I felt my muscles slowly relax after my day. I’d pushed myself harder than I planned to at the gym, and work was grueling to say the least. While the steam started to fill the shower, and the bathroom, I debated on rubbing one out, to take the edge off and help me relax even more, but as I thought about it, I heard Daniel open the bathroom door.

“Here ya go! Don’t rush! I’ll go order us dinner. Enjoy your shower!” I heard him raise his voice to speak over the sound of the water and bathroom fan.

“Thanks, Daniel, I appreciate it!”

I tried to rub one out, but couldn’t quite get myself to think of anything other than my roommate on the couch when I walked through the front door. While I was openly gay, I never had been all that into my roommate. He’s a bit too entitled for my taste, plus he was straight. We’d been roommates the last 2 years of college, and we’d gotten along well enough that I didn’t mind sharing a space with him.

I finally gave up on the idea of an orgasm, and turned off the water and then started toweling myself off before stepping out of the shower.

When I stepped out, I noticed a single jockstrap on the counter, and some sort of black plastic object on the other side of the sink.

“Hmm, that’s odd,” I thought to myself. Maybe he was pulling a prank, maybe this whole idea was a way for him to pull one over on me. He was known around campus as a jock, yeah, but every one of the girls he dated considered him one of the funniest people they’d ever met. “Well, if he’s going to only put a jockstrap on the counter, I can either play into his joke or go get some actual clothes….” I let my mind wander back and forth between the options while I finished drying off, and decided I’d put it on, and go grab some shorts at least.

After I put it on, I picked up the plastic object on the other side of the sink. It looked like a contraption that would hold someone’s dick, with a ring that seemed to go around the base of a man’s dick like a cock ring. “Hmm, that’s weird,” I thought to myself, and set it back down, “Maybe that’s why he’s so good at eating girls out according to the noises they make when he brings one home….” I set the device back down and opened the bathroom door.

As I walked past the living room to my bedroom with my towel around my waist, I heard Daniel call out “Hey roomie! Where ya going? I already had your clothes picked out!”

“I need a little more than a jockstrap, dude, come on now. Haha, very funny. Is that what you wanted to hear from me?” I responded, rolling my eyes.

“No you don’t! It’s just us! Hell, I’m only in my singlet, and not like it leaves anything more to the imagination, it’s just a bigger piece of skin-tight fabric. Here, how about I go put on just a jockstrap too? That way it’s not just you? Will you feel better?” Daniel seemed intent on me wearing only a jockstrap, and I can’t figure out why. He’s never shown any hints of flirting with me or being gay himself, or even bi.

“Fine, I’ll only wear a jockstrap, but only if you go shower. You’ve made the entire living area of the apartment smell like a locker room.” I rolled my eyes, but I meant every word of it. As much as the smell he was creating was starting to grow on me, I’d really prefer him to shower so our home doesn’t smell like this all the time.

“Aww, okay, but only if you promise to put on the rest of what I’d set out for you.” He said, with a grin that was drenched in a cunning type of knowing.

“What do you mean? This is all there was.” I wasn’t sure if he was referring to that contraption, but that’s all I saw besides my jockstrap.

“The chastity cage, dude! Didn’t you see it? I chose it just for you.” His usual laidback demeanor had taken on an edge that was clearly planning something. I couldn’t figure out why though, so I did what I figured was for the best, and asked…

“What do you mean? Why did you get a chastity cage for me?” I could feel my heart starting to race, and my face felt flush like I was starting to blush, and I swear it felt like my cock started to twitch at the though of him locking me in a cage.

“Well, we’ve been roomies for over 2 years at this point. You’ve seen me pull bitch after bitch, fuck her, and she end up dumping me because of my personality or my insatiable sex drive. Meanwhile, you’ve only ever been on 3 dates since we’ve lived together and it’s been a few months since I’ve had a steady girlfriend. I figured we could try something out.” Daniel’s eyes were now filled with this glint of desire, almost sadistic looking, like he’d do anything to get what he wanted. Even so, he still had the laidback attitude I’ve always known him to have.

“Dude, I don’t know what you have in mind, but I’m not down.”I felt myself start to get even warmer, my heart was beating in my ears, my throat was suddenly getting dry, and I felt like a deer caught in headlights. Was he seriously proposing…something? I don’t know what he had planned, but there’s no way I’d ruin a decent enough friendship and roommate situation.

“I don’t remember asking you, I was simply informing you that things will begin changing. The first thing that changes is you are going to go back to the bathroom, put on the chastity cage, and then come back in here and show me how good it looks on you.” His smirk said everything I needed to know, he was being cocky and thought he’d get anything he wanted.

“Dude, I said I’m not interested. Especially not in locking my cock up.” I turned to walk away, and as I did, I heard Daniel shift, and walk towards me. I turned to look at him, to determine how worried I should be.

Daniel drew his body close to mine as he backed me against the wall, placing his hands against the wall, one on both sides of my head. His heat was radiating, his scent was intoxicating, and I could feel my cock start to get hard. I stared at Daniel, the jock who could have any woman he wanted, yet here he was, our faces inches from one another, his body being this close suddenly made everything in me want to fall to the floor, to grovel at his feet, but I knew that wasn’t right, that something about it all seemed off. Especially with the chastity cage.

“Daniel, get out of my way. You’ve had your fun, I’m done.” I glared at him, not breaking eye contact.

“I haven’t even started having fun yet, roomie, we are only just starting,” he whispered, keeping eye contact with me. Suddenly, he leaned in, his lips near my ear, “now, when I move back, I expect you to go to the bathroom and put on the cage I laid out for you. I’m not giving you a choice in the matter.” His words were heavy, like they should be my only focus in the moment. I shook my head to try and clear my mind from the thoughts of my roommate, and his scent.

Suddenly, Daniel’s knee made contact with my junk, knocking the breath out of me. “I told you that you don’t have a choice, don’t shake your head at me,” he growled while I doubled over in pain and tried to avoid falling onto the floor. “Well, you’re almost learning what you need to be doing, but not time for you to kneel yet. Now, go get your cage on…boy.” The last word left his lips with something that sounded almost like disdain.

As he stepped back, I bolted towards my room, hoping to make it in time to close it and lock it from inside, but I wasn’t fast enough. I felt Daniel’s weight slam into me, knocking me to the floor as he tackled me. He pressed my cheek into the carpet, and I felt his cock gently pressed against my ass, held back only by a thin and tight layer of spandex. His cock was warm, I could feel it twitch against me ass as he adjusted himself to have his cock gently between my cheeks instead of against them.

“You don’t have a choice, bro. There’s no way you’re going to deny me what I want. That’s not what our relationship has been about and it won’t start now. When I get up, you’re going to go get that fucking cock locked up, and you’re going to come present yourself in front of me. Do you understand?” He pressed my head into the carpet, slightly forcing me to rub my cheek against the carpet, and I could start to feel it burn.

I didn’t respond, and I didn’t react. So he took his hands, gripped my head, and made it move as though I was nodding in agreement.

“Good boy, now go.” He hocked a loogie, and I felt it land on my ass as he stood up. Unsure of what I should do, how I could even get away, I headed to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

END OF PART 1

He stretches, flexing without realizing it—pecs tight, abs flaring, hips arching up from the mattress as he yawns. He always does this when he knows it’s a Chloe-morning—when he remembers that little moment a few weeks ago where she lingered at her kitchen window, wine glass in hand, watching. Pretending she wasn’t. He’s been feeding her more since then. More stretches. More flexes. More visible bulges. Always with the curtain slightly open. Always with the light just right.

What he doesn’t know is that Chloe isn’t watching today.

Dean is.

And he’s not watching from across the street anymore.

He’s already in the room.

The door’s locked. Quiet. Dean’s already three steps in, eyes dragging across the landscape of Liam’s sleeping form—the thigh tension, the way the waistband’s slightly rolled, the cock angled lazily to the left, the smugness still clinging to the corners of his mouth. The same smugness Dean saw in Liam’s expression when he leaned against Chloe’s car last month, shirtless, smirking, asking if “she was around.” Dean didn’t say a word then. Just nodded. Watched. Clocked everything.

Now he’s close enough to smell him. That hot morning stink of male skin, sweat dried into cotton, that cocky musk that every fucking movement seems to broadcast.

Dean kneels by the bed.

Waits.

Then moves.

His fingers snap around Liam’s ankle and pull. Hard.

Liam jerks upright instantly, face twisting, hands clawing at the sheets as his body’s dragged halfway down the bed. He thrashes—raw muscle, not fear—spitting curses before his eyes even open fully.

“The fuck—” he growls, voice cracked. “Oi—what the—Dean?”

Dean doesn’t answer. He’s already crawling onto the bed, one hand pressed firm against Liam’s thigh, pinning it down as the other drives up across the jock’s abs—hard, invasive, disrespectful. Not sexual. Punitive.

Liam explodes.

“You mental fuck—get off me!” He bucks, but Dean shifts fast, knees planting either side of Liam’s waist, gloved hands pressing flat across the jock’s shoulders, forcing him down hard.

“This what you do every morning?” Dean growls low, bending over him. “Stroke yourself for my ex-wife and moan into your sheets like a fucking dog?”

Liam’s eyes flare.

“What? What the fuck are you—nah, get the fuck off me—”

Dean slaps him.

Not across the face.

Straight across his cock. Open palm. Loud. Disrespectful. Liam shouts, jerks, grabs for Dean’s wrist—but it’s too late. The contact was humiliating, surgical. His boxers now tented and smeared with sweat, twitch involuntarily under the weight of the slap.

“You think Chloe’s watching?” Dean hisses, face inches from his. “You think she gives a fuck? She’s upstairs. I’m the one who’s been watching your cock swell every morning for a month. I know what you’re stroking it to.”

Liam’s breath comes fast now—more anger than panic. Arms straining, abs tensed, hips twitching from muscle memory. The collar appears in Dean’s hand like it’s always been there—black leather, thick. Not flashy. Not kinky. Just final.

Liam sees it.

“Bro—bro don’t—what the fuck is that—nah, fuck off, you’re not—”

Dean punches the air out of his gut with one flat-handed press to the solar plexus.

Liam chokes. Stiffens.

And the collar’s already around his neck.

Buckled.

No ceremony. Just clamped on like gear. Like punishment.

Liam flails now. Violent. Pure fury. Not an ounce of surrender. His body bucks, his legs kick, his voice turns hoarse—

“YOU FUCKIN’—YOU FUCKIN’—”

Dean grabs a fistful of Liam’s hair, yanks his head back, and spits in his mouth.

Not metaphorically. Literally. Straight down the throat.

Liam gags, chokes, retches, slams a fist into the wall but can’t speak.

Dean wipes his glove on the boxers. Right across the twitching bulge.

“Thought that was for her,” he mutters cold. “Turns out it’s mine now.”

Liam is red-faced, jaw clenched, legs trembling—not because he’s weak, but because he’s just realized something worse than being attacked.

He’s hard.

Still.

Worse than that?

Dean knows.

Liam hits the floor, knees cracking hard against wood, the collar snapping tight and forcing his head back sharply, eyes wide, neck veins bulging under the strain. Dean’s fist remains locked around the leather strap, yanking Liam forward roughly, bringing his face level with the heavy, bulging fabric of Dean’s trousers. There’s no ceremony, no gentle coaxing—Dean simply drives Liam’s head forward, his knuckles pressing brutally into the back of Liam’s skull, forcing the jock’s nose and mouth directly into the heat and musk trapped behind the fabric.

Liam’s hands immediately shove against Dean’s thighs, muscles knotting and flexing in desperate resistance, but Dean’s stance is unmovable, legs braced wide and rigid, his free hand gripping Liam’s thick hair, holding him in place, forcing his face deeper into the oppressive, suffocating scent. Liam’s breathing goes ragged, shallow, panicked breaths forced through the dense material, air heavy with sweat, humiliation, and rage.

Dean’s grip tightens, knuckles digging mercilessly into Liam’s scalp, controlling every twitch of his neck, every desperate jerk of his head. Liam growls and tries to twist free, tries to wrench himself backwards, but Dean responds instantly, slamming Liam’s skull forward harder this time, pressing the jock’s open mouth and nose firmly against the pulsing, growing hardness beneath his trousers, grinding Liam’s face violently side-to-side, smearing sweat and humiliation across his lips and cheeks.

Liam gags, choking on the stifling heat and the coarse friction of fabric scraping harshly against his lips and jaw. He tries again to push away, muscles heaving, shoulders trembling, palms slick with sweat against Dean’s thighs, but Dean’s fingers twist viciously into his hair, pulling sharply upwards, forcing Liam’s face even harder into the fabric, deeper into the grinding, humiliating contact, not allowing him a single breath that isn’t thickened with Dean’s invasive scent.

Dean shifts, widening his stance further, brutally pressing Liam’s head lower, forcing him to follow the movement downwards until the jock’s face is almost fully buried in the heavy, dense heat of Dean’s crotch, mouth open wide now, lips trembling against the hardening, throbbing length beneath fabric. Dean reaches down with ruthless precision and unzips his trousers, the sound sharp and clinical, echoing through the room, underscored by Liam’s strangled, wordless protests.

Dean yanks down the waistband of his briefs, cock heavy and pulsing forward, freed into the hot, humid air, grazing across Liam’s startled mouth and jaw. Liam jerks backwards violently, a sudden, wild movement fueled by sheer revulsion and panic—but Dean’s grip tightens immediately, fingers wrapping cruelly around Liam’s jaw and forcing his head right back into position, lips and mouth pressed hard and unwillingly against Dean’s thickening shaft.

There’s no hesitation, no pause. Dean uses Liam’s stunned, disgusted recoil as leverage, forcing the jock’s mouth open wider, thumb brutally digging into the corner of Liam’s lips, prying him open further. Dean thrusts himself roughly forward, pushing deep and forceful past Liam’s teeth, his cock sliding into the warm, choking wetness of Liam’s mouth with violent disregard, eyes hard and cold as he watches the shock and panic flare in the jock’s expression.

Liam chokes instantly, body convulsing, hands clawing wildly at Dean’s hips and thighs, muscles straining in useless, desperate attempts to push away. Dean’s hips surge forward again, brutally invading the jock’s throat, forcing Liam’s head back against the unyielding grip of the collar, neck stretched and vulnerable, saliva spilling thick and messy down his chin, soaking into his chest.

Dean’s cock pushes deeper, pressing mercilessly against Liam’s tongue and the back of his throat, forcing Liam into a harsh, frantic rhythm of gagging breaths and choking spasms. Liam’s fingers twitch and claw frantically at Dean’s thighs, knuckles whitening, wrists shaking under the strain of his futile struggle, unable to free himself, unable to escape the relentless humiliation and violation.

Dean grabs Liam’s wrist again, wrenching the jock’s trembling hand up sharply, forcing it to grip firmly around the base of his cock. Liam’s hand convulses immediately, instinctively jerking away, but Dean’s grasp is unyielding, brutally crushing Liam’s fingers tighter, making the jock’s hand stroke and squeeze in humiliating, unwilling obedience. Dean’s hips begin a brutal, unrelenting rhythm, cock thrusting deeper, grinding into Liam’s mouth and throat, saliva and tears mingling freely on Liam’s flushed, panicked face.

Liam’s muscles lock tight in primal resistance, throat convulsing around Dean’s shaft, choking violently as his mouth is forced to suck, lips sealed unwillingly around the hard length, jaw trembling under the strain. Every desperate attempt at escape is met by increased pressure, Dean’s gloved fist tangled harshly in Liam’s hair, holding him captive, forcing him into submission not through seduction or desire, but through sheer, overwhelming force and degradation.

Dean yanks Liam’s head back sharply, cock slipping free from his mouth with a wet, humiliating pop, saliva dripping thickly onto Liam’s chin and chest, his face flushed bright red, eyes glazed with fury and humiliation. Dean’s hand snaps forward instantly, slapping the jock hard across the face, a loud, echoing blow that jerks Liam’s head violently sideways, saliva and sweat flying through the air.

Without pause, Dean grabs Liam’s chin again, forcing the jock’s mouth back open, cock plunging brutally back inside, resuming the harsh, choking rhythm. Liam’s eyes water, muscles trembling violently, hands slick and weak, jaw aching from the relentless, humiliating invasion. Dean shows no mercy, driving deeper, faster, determined to strip away every last ounce of Liam’s control, pride, and resistance—not through desire, but through cold, precise domination.

Dean’s breath is harsh now, sweat glistening on his brow, eyes fixed coldly on Liam’s face, reading every flash of desperation, panic, disgust. He pulls back again, not to stop—but to slap Liam again, hard across the mouth, forcing the jock’s lips back open wide, thrusting back inside immediately, harder and deeper, driving Liam’s head roughly back against the collar’s brutal tension.

Liam’s entire body is shaking uncontrollably now, reduced to violent, spasming muscle memory as he’s brutally forced to service Dean. There’s no tenderness, no arousal, no whispered encouragement—only Dean’s violent, uncompromising control, and Liam’s utter, unwilling humiliation. Liam’s hands hang limp and useless now, fingers twitching helplessly at his sides, body locked in a relentless rhythm of choking submission as Dean finally holds him fully captive, cock relentlessly grinding into his mouth, utterly uninterested in pleasure—interested only in power, in punishment, in breaking apart everything Liam believed made him invincible.

“Open wider, you thick fuckin’ show-off—wider—yeah, there it is. That mouth’s done more bragging than it ever earned. Let’s see what it’s really good for.”

Liam chokes, jaw flexing hard, spit streaming down his chin in strings as Dean thrusts in deeper. His eyes flare, panic and hate clashing, hands pawing at Dean’s thighs, useless.

“Thought you were a man, didn’t you? Big lad. Look at you now—on your fuckin’ knees, throat full of cock you’ll never earn the right to touch.”

Liam tries to jerk his head away, but Dean’s got him by the collar, yanking him right back down the length with a grunt.

“You don’t move ‘til I say. You don’t breathe ‘til I say. You feel that? That’s your job now. Your fucking purpose.”

Liam gags violently, neck muscles convulsing as Dean slams forward again, cock punching into the back of his throat. His fists tighten around Dean’s thighs, nails digging in, but Dean just slaps him again—open palm, across the cheek, loud.

“Hands down. You don’t hold me like you’re in charge. You’re not fucking in charge. That mouth’s mine now, muscleboy.”

Dean pulls out just enough for Liam to suck in a gasp—wet, guttural, thick with drool and humiliation.

“You hard right now? Huh?” Dean grabs his hair and twists. “You hard while choking on cock like a bitch? Fuckin’ disgrace.”

Liam snarls something, can’t form the words, can’t breathe, but it sounds like “fuck you—”

Dean spits.

“Fuck me? Nah, lad. You ain’t got the power. You get fucked by me. That’s how it works now.”

He slams back in. No buildup. No pause. Just force. Just punishment.

“Keep sucking. You ain’t coming up ‘til I finish. Make it good. You wanna gag? Gag harder. Show me how much your mouth can take.”

Liam’s choking again now, shoulders jerking with every brutal thrust, throat stretched raw, collar yanked tight behind his neck.

Dean groans low, not from pleasure—from power.

“That’s it. Swallow. Fuckin’ swallow it. Take it all, jockboy. You wanted to be seen? Get seen like this.”

He yanks the camera closer. Holds Liam’s head there. Forces his jaw wider.

“You’re gonna watch this later. Every inch. Every choke. Every time you tried to pull away. I want you to see how useless you looked.”

Dean pulls back slightly, slaps Liam’s cheek again—twice, fast, cruel.

“Say thank you.”

Liam gurgles, can’t speak, can’t lift his head, but Dean doesn’t care.

“Didn’t fuckin’ ask you. Say it. Try. Show me how grateful that mouth is.”

Liam groans around the shaft, throat fluttering with hate and spit, eyes locked upward, furious, broken, humiliated.

“Good enough,” Dean mutters. “Now finish what you started.”

Dean’s got both fists in Liam’s hair now, not holding, pulling, dragging the jock’s head up and off the shaft just far enough for the spit to stretch in strings from cock to lips, then ramming it back down again, harder each time. Liam’s gagging louder now, jaw clenching, tongue flattened useless under the weight, his throat stretched wide and raw. Every time Dean yanks him off, Liam gasps—short, wrecked, wet little bursts—then Dean slams back in, cutting it off mid-choke.

“Fuck you—” Liam spits when Dean lets him up a little, spit pouring from his mouth, dripping off his chin, soaking the collar now slick against his skin.

Dean snarls, yanks his head back sharply, cock dragging out with a loud, wet pop, then drives him down harder, burying himself to the base, nose crushed into his groin.

“You don’t get to say that anymore. Not with my cock in your fuckin’ throat.”

He pulls back again, rips Liam up by the collar, eyes locked on the trail of spit and sweat matting his face.

“Say thank you.”

Liam shakes his head, mouth gasping wide, sweat dripping down his neck, spit clinging to his lips like foam.

Dean slaps him across the face—once—twice—then fists his hair tighter and forces him halfway back down.

“Say it.”

Liam chokes on the first syllable, jaw flexing around the head of Dean’s cock, lips trembling, voice barely a gasp.

“Th–fuck—thhh—”

Dean jerks his hips forward, cuts it off, lets him choke on it until Liam’s hands claw weakly at his thigh, then yanks him back off, strands of thick spit snapping across his cheek.

“SAY. IT.”

“Th–thh—thank you—” it bursts out fast, raw, broken, choked straight out of him, his throat twitching as he folds forward again, more fluid sliding from his mouth.

Dean holds him there.

“That’s right. Thank me.”

Liam’s lips move again—no sound, just shape—“thank…you”—and Dean grabs his jaw, squeezes, rubs the leaking head of his cock across Liam’s ruined face, smearing sweat, spit, and fresh precum across his cheeks.

“Look at you. Fuckin’ dripping. And all you had to say was thank you.”

Then he shoves him back down.

Dean pulls Liam’s head back sharply, cock dragging out with a wet, violent suck. Liam gasps desperately, neck muscles straining under the collar, mouth open wide, leaking saliva in thick ropes down his chest, sweat soaking his hair, running down his temples, pooling at the hollow of his throat. Dean’s fist tightens in Liam’s matted hair, twisting until Liam’s eyes flick up in angry, exhausted obedience.

“You’re gonna beg for it now, you arrogant cunt,” Dean snarls, smacking the side of Liam’s ruined, glistening face, dragging the head of his cock roughly across Liam’s parted lips. He smears precum and saliva into Liam’s mouth, watches it drip from the corner, dripping down his trembling jawline.

Liam’s voice is hoarse, broken. He spits out words in rage and disbelief. “Fuck off—I’m not fuckin’—”

Dean cuts him off, slaps him hard across the face again, palm hitting wet skin, a loud, brutal smack echoing in the air. Liam’s eyes water, cheek reddening instantly, body shuddering involuntarily as he tries to jerk his head free from Dean’s grip—but Dean just yanks him forward again, pulling Liam’s swollen lips hard onto the slick head of his cock.

“You’re gonna say it,” Dean growls through gritted teeth, forcing Liam’s mouth open wider, pushing just the tip past his lips, then pulling back, teasing, torturing, humiliating. Liam coughs violently, drooling uncontrollably down his chin, gagging for air.

Dean’s grip shifts lower, closing around Liam’s throat above the tight leather collar, squeezing just enough to make Liam’s eyes bulge, breath wheezing from his mouth in panicked bursts. Dean leans close, voice rough, cold, merciless. “You’re gonna beg to be bred, boy. Beg me to fill you up, to use you like the filthy little slut you pretend not to be.”

Liam thrashes violently, body surging in useless defiance, snarling, fists hitting weakly at Dean’s thighs. But Dean squeezes harder, cutting off Liam’s oxygen, feeling the jock’s body tense, struggle, and finally go slack with reluctant surrender. Dean eases his grip just enough for Liam to suck in a desperate, wheezing breath, his entire body heaving, shuddering in violent humiliation.

“Fucking say it,” Dean commands sharply, twisting Liam’s jaw until his mouth hangs open again, drooling uncontrollably, eyes flickering with anger, fear, and total degradation. “Beg me to breed you. Say you need it—say you fucking want it inside you.”

Liam’s face flushes bright red, chest heaving, every muscle shaking under Dean’s brutal grip. He shakes his head weakly, eyes squeezed shut—but Dean slaps him again, harder, forcing Liam’s eyes open wide, raw and terrified.

“Say it!”

Liam’s lips tremble, words thick, wet, forced through choking humiliation. “I—fuck—fuck—I n-need…fuck, I need…cum…” His voice cracks, trails off into helpless, ragged breaths.

Dean yanks his hair viciously again, cock pressed harshly against Liam’s dripping mouth, voice cutting sharper, colder. “Clearer, slut. Beg me loud. Make it real.”

Liam shudders uncontrollably, lips quivering, humiliation dripping from every shaking breath. “Please—please—I…I fuckin’ need it…fuck—breed me…fucking—breed me…cum inside me…”

Dean grips tighter, nodding slowly, eyes locked on Liam’s shattered expression. “Again.”

Liam’s voice breaks, weak and shattered, completely broken. “I—I need you—to breed me…please…I want your cum…in me…please…please…”

“Why the fuck should we?” Evan asked from behind me. He didn’t stop fucking me, thrusting shallowly into my sloppy hole. He’d already pumped a load into me before breakfast. The cum squelched when he pulled out.

I didn’t really care if Neil joined us or not, but I knew Evan did. The two of them had never shared their toys well.

“Well, I don’t think Jake’s wife is going to be thrilled about this if she finds out,” Neil countered.

“Just take your dick out, Neil,” I said. “I’m sick of you two always fighting. Grow up.”

Neil grinned in victory and pulled his cock out. Evan let out an annoyed huff behind me, but he picked up the pace. I sucked Neil’s tip into my mouth, and really, I couldn’t figure out what they were complaining about. Wasn’t three better than two?

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“Don’t worry bro, I won’t tell your boyfriend, but if I don’t cum soon he’s gonna be walking through that front door & find me balls deep in the guts of his ‘top only’ boyfriend.”

I could feel his dick hitting my prostate with every thrust, and could feel my cock leaking precum in the jockstrap I was wearing.

“Actually, I think that’s him pulling into the driveway now. I guess it’s too late.”

He grabbed something with one of his hands & set it in my view on the bed.

“That’s the condom you asked me to wear by the way, so not only is his boyfriend getting fucked. But you’re about to get filled with my load.”

I heard my boyfriend call for me from the living room, and then heard the bedroom door open.

“Oh. Hey dude, I’m almost done here I just–oh fuck, oh fuck I’m about to blow my load in your guts, oh here it comes you filthy whore,” and as I heard him start to grunt and felt his cock unload in me, I shot my own wad in the pouch of my jockstrap.

As the stranger got up, he turned to my boyfriend & pressed on his shoulders until he was on his knees.

Immediately I was on my knees sucking his still hard cock clean with my tongue, before he had even finished offering it to me. It was fucking delicious. Cum and ass on a big thick cock. I was choking myself on his uncut tool as I stripped out of my clothes and hot fully naked.