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It had been a year of upheaval for Dad. With his fiftieth birthday on the horizon, he had divorced my mom and started fucking one of his male students at the university where he taught—probably not in that exact order. And now Dad and his new boy toy were an official couple. 

“Jax is—uh—just a little younger than you,” Dad told me over the phone when he broke the news to me. 

“Dad—the boy is only nineteen, according to Mom,” I protested. “He’s six years younger than me—and not even half your age.”

“Age is just a number,” Dad insisted. “I think you’re really going to like him, which is why I’ve asked Jax to join us on our trip in the camper this summer.”

“What?” I gasped. The annual trip had always been just Dad and me. Never my mom. Never any of my buddies. Never any of my girlfriends. “Why do you get to bring your new boyfriend?” I demanded. 

Dad ignored my pleas and overruled all my objections in the weeks leading up to the trip. And it took all my strength to go through with the ordeal when I arrived to Dad’s house in early June to meet Jax for the first time and begin our annual summer adventure.

“I’m glad you could join us, son,” Dad greeted me, standing in front of his camper, holding hands with Jax. They were even dressed similarly. Fucking shoot me. 

We drove up into the mountains the first day, an awkward, polite silence taking hold between us as we did a long hike. We stopped at a few vistas, Dad asking me to take photos of him and Jax while they held hands, sometimes kissing—with tongue. It was a difficult pill to swallow. 

The sleeping arrangements had caused some consternation. The camper had a pullout bed in the back that slept two comfortably, three not so much. But Dad was determined to make it work. I had brought a small pup tent and a sleeping bag to sleep outside of the camper, weather permitting. 

Dad pulled into one of our favorite campsites that first day and quickly built a campfire. After a dinner of hot dogs roasted over the fire, the stars shining bright above us, Dad pulled out a bottle of Jim Beam, passing it between the three of us. 

“So, why don’t you tell me how you two started—uh—dating?” I asked taking a swig of bourbon as Dad and Jax huddled together opposite me. 

“I sucked his cock at a gloryhole on campus,” Jax laughed. “The one in the basement of the science library.”

“To be fair—I just needed to drop a quick load,” Dad interjected. “I didn’t know that Jax was my student at the time.”

“I knew,” Jax giggled. “I recognized you through the gloryhole and knew I had scored when you pushed that big cock through to me.”

“Jax dropped my class right after that,” Dad shared. “The university has no issue with students and professors—uh—fraternizing, as long as they don’t have an academic connection.”

“We certainly had a connection,” Jax groped Dad’s cock lasciviously through his pants. My dad then crossed his legs to hide his raging boner. 

Dad quickly changed the subject, peppering me with questions about work—“It’s okay”—and asking if I was seeing (fucking) any new girls—“Not really.” I had to admit that it was difficult to see my dad so happily in love when my own sex life had been shit lately. 

“Well,” Dad stretched, “I think Jax and I are gonna hit the camper for a little couple time.” This occurrence had been discussed in advance with Dad—that I would give them an hour or so alone in the camper each night before bedtime to, well, fuck. 

“Have fun,” I wished them awkwardly. 

“Oh—we will,” Jax winked back at me, the little cock slut. 

The festivities inside the camper started almost immediately. I tried not to listen, really I did. But it was hard to ignore the persistent moans and grunts of ecstasy pouring out of the open windows, the camper shaking from side to side, and carnal outbursts of:

“Yeah, suck my big cock. Get it ready for your tight hole.”

“Mmm, fuck me. You’re big dick feels so good in my cunt.”

“Yeah, open that pussy for me. You’re about to get my load.”

“Breed me. Fucking seed my ass.”

“Here it comes—FUCK—FUCK.”

After about forty-five minutes of live porn being broadcast to the campsite, Dad and Jax finally quieted. Soon, the door to the camper opened. Dad emerged naked into the cool night air, his big cock swinging between his legs, glistening wet. He had always been proud of his incredible body and was somewhat of an exhibitionist. 

Dad approached me at the campfire, his spent cock inches from my face, a drop of cum defying gravity at the tip. In his hand he held a joint. He took a toke and then handed it to me. We passed it back and forth for a few minutes in silence before Dad blurted out, “Jax wants you to fuck him.”

“What?” I gasped incredulously. “You told him I’m not gay, right? That I don’t fuck guys.”

“Well, to be fair, I didn’t fuck guys either until a year ago,” Dad laughed in a burst of smoke. 

“Dad—I’m not about to—”

“When did you last have some pussy?” Dad cut me off, passing the joint back to me. “When did you last get off without your right hand doing all the work?”

“I—I dunno,” I took a toke, the smoke exiting my nasal passages in a thin stream. “It’s been awhile.”

“I’m betting it was Alexa—the last you had some poontang,” he guessed correctly. “And you two broke up over two years ago.”

“It’s not easy, Dad,” I tried to argue. “I try to put myself out there but—”

“You just need to get back in the saddle,” Dad cut me off. “And just so you know, there’s a horse in that camper that wants you to ride him hard.”

“I think that horse has already been broken,” I poked fun at his metaphor. 

“Yeah, I just fuckin’ beat that horse to death,” Dad laughed boastfully. “But seriously, son. You just need to get laid. Go in there and fuck that boy. He’s got a sweet cunt. And he thinks it would be good for us all if you fucked him. Sex is a powerful bond.”

“You—you seriously want me to fuck your boyfriend?” I asked. “You’re not going to be weirded out by it? You’re not gonna act all pissed off at me afterwards?”

“Of course not,” Dad assured me. “Jax is young and has an insatiable sex drive—far out pacing this old timer’s libido,” he laughed. “I try to keep up with him, but sometimes I enjoy taking a break and letting another man use his hole. I kind of like being cucked, I guess. And who better to cuck me than my own son?”

This wasn’t the first time that I’d been given the opportunity to fuck a guy. A dude on my lacrosse team in high school came out to me and then promptly offered up his ass. A fraternity brother tried to get me to fuck him late one night while we were drunk and watching porn. And I had lost count of the many, many guys at the gym who, after seeing my big one in the showers, had offered to bend over for me. 

But what all those offers had in common was that my response was always: “No, thanks. I’m good.” And I was good. I was handsome, athletic, and hung like fuck. Pussy was easy for me. And then, one day, it simply wasn’t easy anymore. But maybe it was all in my head? Maybe Dad was right? Maybe I just needed to get back in the saddle and get my mojo back?

Maybe I just needed to fuck Jax?

“Look, son,” Dad continued, taking a deep drag on the joint as he stared into the fire. “I think if you’d just open up your mind to the possibility of sex with a man, then you will find that—”

“I’ll do it,” I blurted out, cutting him off. “I’ll fuck your boyfriend—I’ll fuck Jax.”

Jax was on the pullout bed in the back of the camper when I entered. He was on his stomach, Dad’s pearly cum leaking from his used hole. Stripping off my shirt and stepping out of my shorts, I was quickly upon him, my big dick raging to be inside his sloppy hole. 

“I was hoping you’d come in here and fuck me,” Jax moaned, turning his face back towards me as he raised his ass slightly, giving me better access to his hole. “Damn, you’re just as hung as your dad,” he observed astutely. “Get that big dick in me.”

Not needing any further invitation, I climbed between his legs. Planking above his ass, my arms pushed into the mattress on either side of Jax, I lined up my dick with his gaping hole and slid right into him.

“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, finally enjoying the warm embrace of a wet hole after a prolonged dry spell. “Dad was right—you do have a sweet cunt,” I marveled, delivering some initial deep thrusts, testing out Dad’s new fuck toy.

“It’s all yours,” Jax taunted, grinding his ass into me, my balls mashed against his hole. “Fucking wreck my cunt with that big dick. Show me what you got,” he dared me.

And so I reared myself upwards, my hands at the small of his back, just above his ass, all my weight upon him. I was going to give Jax what he wanted—I was going to fucking wreck him. 

Instantly, I began to jackhammer his sloppy cunt. A wet thwack echoed inside the camper as I pounded his hole mercilessly, Dad’s cum driven more and more out of Jax’s used hole with each forceful thrust into his bowels.

“That’s it, son,” Dad’s voice was suddenly at my ear. His hands were on my shoulders, massaging me like I was a boxer about to go into the ring. “Fuck his ass,” Dad hissed in my ear. “Fucking destroy his boy pussy.”

Emboldened by my father’s directive, I fucking let loose on Jax. In college, I had a reputation for being a bit of a fuck boy, mindlessly smashing whatever pussy came my way with complete disregard for the bitches themselves. I found myself channeling that old version of me, hammering Jax’s quivering cunt into submission with a violent intensity. 

“FUCK,” Jax screamed, pushing himself up onto all fours as I moved my hands to his shoulders, digging into his flesh while I continued to pummel him relentlessly. “You’re getting me so good. You’re gonna make me cum,” he cried out, his hard dick bobbing up and down between his legs in rhythmic unison with each drive I delivered into his cunt. “I’m so close.”

“Make that bitch cum,” Dad was in my ear again. “Make him shoot his load with your big cock buried in his guts.”

I delivered a rapid succession of thrusts, battering his bowels as his sphincter began to throb around the base of my thick cock. “FUCK—I’m cumming,” he screamed, his load spraying all over the sheet as I continued to plow him. I could feel every pulse of his orgasm, his fuck canal contracting and relaxing around my cock. The sensation was mind-blowing and orgasm inducing. 

“Cum with him,” Dad demanded in my ear, my load rising in my shaft, my balls beginning to throb. “Breed that bitch while he writhes and screams on your big rod.”

“Get ready for it, Jax,” I growled, my load imminent. “You’re about to get my nut.”

“Breed me,” Jax begged, his knees giving out, my weight driving his body into the mattress as his orgasm finished and mine commenced. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“FUCK—SHIT,” I grunted, giving one last, deep thrust as my cock erupted in his depths, my load spraying into his wrecked cunt. My seed spewed forth in the little slut, uniting with the load my dad had left behind, our shared DNA mixing together like some mutant experiment. “FUCK,” I continued to grunt until my balls had stopped throbbing, the last of my load deposited into Jax.

“Well done, son,” Dad slapped me proudly on the back as I pulled out of Jax, my load—and Dad’s—gushing from that used cunt. “You did good, son. Now it’s my turn for another round,” Dad announced, shoving me out of the way as he plunged his big cock into Jax’s sloppy hole. 

The night stretched on from there, Dad and I taking turns as we dumped load after load into Jax, the boy always begging for more. I felt alive again, the master of my big cock once more. Sex had completely transformed me, restoring my lost confidence and self-esteem. And I had my dad to thank for this new lease on life.

We got dressed up in denim jeans and button-downs the next evening for a night out at Armadillo’s, a honky-tonk bar and restaurant that Dad always loved to visit on our trip. After fucking Jax the night before, I had reclaimed my mojo and was ready to score some pussy again. 

In no time, I had a hot, blonde bitch in boots and Daisy Dukes flirting with me, pushing her big tits up against me on the dance floor. And so I lured her back to the old camper, parked just across the street. With her boots wrapped around my meaty ass, I pounded out my nut into her baggy cunt. 

“There’s the man,” Dad high-fived me after the bitch and I had done our walk of shame back to the bar, parting ways inside as she loudly told her friends that I was hung like a motherfucker. “Did you enjoy her pussy?” Dad inquired.

“It was alright,” I shrugged. “To be honest, I think I’d rather dump a load in Jax again later tonight, if you don’t mind.”

“Mind?” Dad laughed, gesturing to Jax out on the dance floor, two studs in cowboy hats grinding up against him. “It looks like Jax is organizing a pretty hot gang bang for us all tonight.”

I wasn’t gay. I need to be clear about that. As a nationally-ranked lacrosse midfielder on a Division 1 collegiate team, scoring pussy had never been an issue for me. The fact that I was muscular, handsome as fuck, and had a big dick was merely icing on the cake. 

Having a big dick not only guaranteed me success with the ladies, it also assured me the respect of my fellow athletes. Walking into the showers of my university’s athletic dorm, my nine-incher swinging between my muscular legs, was just about the biggest ego trip a guy could ever have. And I rode that ego trip until Dillon Drake showed up one day. 

Dillon was a transfer athlete, recruited by the swim team because he was a beast at freestyle and relay. It was rumored that he was destined for the next Olympics. With almost zero body fat, Dillon’s muscular body was fucking shredded. And his handsome face had already been featured in two Abercrombie marketing campaigns. But his looks and killer body weren’t the only things going for Dillon—he was also hung like fuck. 

The dude was packing easily close to twelve inches in that skimpy speedo. It was joked that he used it as a rudder when swimming, giving him an advantage. When Dillon stripped down to shower, his cock looked like a third leg hanging between his muscular thighs. Thus, his massive endowment didn’t go unnoticed amongst the other athletes in our dorm. 

“Rylie, have you seen the new swimmer’s cock?” my buddy Tanner ambushed me after lacrosse practice one afternoon. “It’s fucking huge. It makes your big dick look, well, normal. All the bitches are gonna forget about you when they’re lining up for his massive dick.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” I barked. “I’m not afraid of some competition.”

But Dillon and his huge cock turned out to be no competition for pussy because Dillon was into dudes. And he wasn’t even a top—Dillon loved it up the ass. 

A weird quirk to living in the athletic dorm was that you weren’t allowed to have sex in your room. A sleep-deprived quarterback once choked on the field because his kicker roommate was smashing pussy in their room all night before the big game. A dorm full of horny college athletes, with no outlet for release, was a recipe for disaster. 

Thus, it didn’t take long for guys to find a loophole—the showers. At almost any given time of the day or night, it was not unusual to find a guy balls deep in some bitch’s cunt in a corner of the open showers. Dillon was no exception, though he proved to be the bitch in that scenario. 

I was taken aback the first time I witnessed Dillon taking dick in the showers. As a straight guy with a penchant for pussy, you’d think I’d be repulsed by the sight of two guys fucking. Instead, I was mesmerized. 

Dillon was bent over, his hands on his knees, as Chad Meyer, the pitcher for our baseball team, railed his ass. Chad had a steady girlfriend but, apparently, it didn’t stop him from pounding one out into Dillon. Chad was giving it to him hard, Dillon’s huge cock swinging between his legs with each deep thrust into his bowels. 

The raw, animalistic passion of two studly jocks fucking was overwhelming. My big dick was instantly rock hard as I stood under the shower head. My right hand soon found my sudsy cock. I began to stroke myself to Chad’s rhythm, matching his thrusts beat for beat. 

“Fuck—I’m getting close, bro,” Chad grunted, his balls slapping Dillon’s ass with each thrust. 

“Breed me,” Dillon begged. “Shoot that load up my ass.”

Quickly bringing myself to climax, I shot my load all over the tiled floor as Chad grunted his load into Dillon. It was one of the most intense ‘bate sessions that I had ever experienced. And it didn’t escape my attention that Dillon saw me rubbing one out to their live porn show. 

Chad pulled out of Dillon, his pearly load gushing out of Dillon’s wrecked hole, splatting onto the tile floor before circling the shower drain. “You should fuck him, bro,” Chad suggested as he ambled past me on his way out of the showers. “His tight cunt is fucking incredible.”

“You wanna fuck me next, Rylie?” Dillon invited, eyeing my big cock as he sauntered towards me, his massive cock swinging between his thighs like a pendulum. “I bet you’ve got another load in those balls. Want to get that big dick in me?” 

“Th—thanks,” I stuttered, suddenly feeling tongue tied. “But I don’t fuck dudes.”

“Yeah, Chad tried to tell me the same thing,” Dillon laughed, “ten minutes later he was pounding his load into me. I think you’d really enjoy my hole. And I especially enjoy taking a big one, like yours.”

“I—I gotta go,” I stammered, exiting the showers before I could do something that I might regret for the rest of my life. 

“My offer stands,” Dillon called out to me. “You and I have the biggest cocks in this place. It’s only natural that we should fuck.”

My mind was reeling when I returned to my dorm room. I found my roommate Bryce watching ESPN atop his bed before hitting the sack. 

“Dude—I just saw Chad fucking Dillon’s ass in the showers,” I reported like a gossipy school girl. “I can’t believe Chad fucks guys.”

“Newsflash, bro—half the guys in the athletics dorm are giving it to Dillon,” Bryce informed me. “I fucked him in the showers before my Econ class this morning. His cunt is incredible. You should get your big cock in his tight hole. It’s better than pussy.”

Had the world gone mad? I wasn’t ignorant, I knew straight guys used gay dudes all the time when they just needed to drop a quick, easy load. But I had never reached that point, always scoring pussy whenever I needed it. Yet, I couldn’t get the image of Dillon taking dick out of my mind. It had to be the hottest thing that I’d ever seen.

And if I was being honest with myself, it was Dillon and his big dick that attracted me the most. I didn’t want to fuck Dillon—I wanted him to fuck me. The thought of taking his huge cock up my ass was a shocking surprise. I was straight. I liked pussy. But the look of pure ecstasy on Dillon‘s face while Chad was railing him in the showers was captivating. 

I wasn’t ignorant to ass play. I used to fuck this one bitch who loved slipping her finger in my ass just when I was on the precipice of cumming. It always induced a powerful orgasm, culminating in a massive, forceful ejaculation. If her skinny little finger felt that good in my backdoor, what would Dillon’s massive cock feel like? Amazing, I imagined. But this realization, this deeply repressed side to my sexuality, scared the shit out of me. And so I kept my secret urge locked inside of me, safe from the light of day.

“Did you think any more about my offer, Rylie?” Dillon sidled up next to me in the athletics cafeteria at lunch the next day. “I think you’re hot as fuck, and would love to get that big dick in me.”

“I just—can’t,” I replied. “I know half the guys in our dorm are banging you, but that’s just not my deal. I’m sorry.”

“I understand,” Dillon nodded. “It’s like when bottoms try to get me to top them, wanting to ride my big dick. But topping just isn’t my jam.”

“Why not?” I asked, crestfallen that my secret desire to get railed by Dillon was clearly off the table. “I would think you would love plowing a tight hole with that big dick.”

“You’d think,” Dillon laughed, “but that’s just not the way I’m wired.”

“Have you ever tried it—fucking a guy?”

“Of course,” Dillon admitted. “Other gay guys were always begging for me to fuck them when I first came out. But it always ended in a disappointing experience. A lot of bottoms talk a big game, claiming they are champs at taking a big dick, but then begged me to pull out within thirty seconds of penetration. Having a foot-long cock is sort of a curse, I guess.”

“I’m sorry,” I offered. 

“Don’t be sorry,” Dillon punched me in the arm playfully. “I am more than happy taking as much cock as I can get. And don’t forget that my offer always stands should you want to tap my ass one day.”

After that, Dillon backed off on trying to get me to fuck him. And something surprising happened—we became fast friends. With sex off the table, we discovered we shared a lot of the same interests in video games, TV, and music. We were both diehard football fans, having gone into our respective sports when our parents wouldn't allow us to take on the inherent dangers of playing football. 

Once I got to know Dillon, I confided that watching gay sex was a turn on for me. “No shit, Rylie,” he replied. “Almost every time I’m taking some dick in the showers, I can pretty much guarantee you’ll be there, loitering two shower heads away, stroking your cock while enjoying the show.”

“I’m sorry. I hope you don’t mind,” I began to apologize.

“Mind?” Dillon laughed. “Dude, it should be pretty obvious that I like being watched when I’m getting fucked. But what I do mind is your inability to be honest with yourself. You’re clearly turned on by gay sex, yet you won’t permit yourself the thrill of engaging in it.”

“I know—but I just can’t,” I protested feebly, unable to share my desire to be fucked by Dillon. A closet is a lonely place. And even if I came clean with Dillon, he had already told me that he was a dedicated bottom, with no interest in topping.

I had given up on the idea of ever taking Dillon’s big dick, when fate intervened. The university’s athletic director called Dillon and me into his office one day and informed us that we had each been selected to represent our school at an athletics conference in Atlanta. Two nights, all expenses paid. The only catch was that we had to share a hotel room due to budgetary constraints. My platonic bond with Dillon was about to be put to the test. 

The first day of the conference was a blast as we connected with student athletes like us from all over the country. As gay as Dillon’s bedroom proclivities were, he presented as a typical jock and, thus, no one batted an eye when we circulated through the conference as a pair. There was a mixer the first evening, and I definitely knocked back way more than my fair share of beers, apprehensive of what might—or might not—happen between Dillon and me that night. 

“I’m just gonna put it out there,” Dillon announced as we got ready for bed in our hotel room that evening. “I think you should fuck my ass. I’m tired of the awkward vibe between us—the elephant in the room. Let’s just do it and move past it. You need to fuck me—tonight.”

“I have no interest in fucking you,” I insisted.

“Ouch,” Dillon recoiled. “I know we had pledged to just be friends, but I thought you might have some attraction to me.”

“I am attracted to you.”

“Then why won’t you fuck me?” he asked, desperation in his voice. 

“Because I want you to fuck me,” I blurted out before I lost the nerve to finally share my desire with him. “I want your big dick in me so bad, it’s all I can think about when I’m with you. That’s why things are awkward between us.”

Dillon was silent, staring at me in what seemed to be disbelief. In that moment, I regretted saying anything. I had probably just destroyed our friendship. I should have just manned up and fucked him, given him my dick like he wanted. The silence was deafening. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, my stomach lurching, my legs weak. And then Dillon moved towards me. 

I was standing at the edge of the bed when he suddenly tackled me, pushing me onto the mattress, his body on top of mine. “Just because I don’t top other guys,” Dillon’s breath was hot at my ear, “doesn’t me that I won’t top you.”

He wasted no time in pulling off my shirt, undoing my belt, yanking off my pants, leaving me naked on the bed. I then watched as he undressed himself, his massive cock at full mast as he undid his pants. I wanted him inside of me in the worst way.

“Be right back,” Dillon excused himself to the bathroom, his hard cock leading the way, dripping precum. He returned quickly with a small bottle of lube from his toiletry kit. “Trust me—you’re gonna need this,” he held up the bottle, “if you have any hope of taking my big cock.”

I watched as Dillon applied the lube to his massive member, greasing up his shaft and his bulbous cock head. His thick fingers were next at my hole, slathering the slippery stuff into me, my sphincter resisting as he pushed one and then two fingers into my virgin abyss. 

“Damn, you’re tight,” he remarked, pulling his fingers out of me. “I’m gonna have to go real slow at first, or I might split you in half.”

“Fuck me,” I begged, not caring if Dillon destroyed my hole. “I can’t wait any more.”

Pressing my knees into my chest, raising my ass off the mattress, Dillon knelt between my legs, his meaty cock head pressed against my eager hole. It was the moment of truth.

“FUCK,” I gasped, a white-hot flash of pain surging through my body as Dillon pushed inside me. But I was determined to work through the pain, just as I had done many times as an athlete. I wasn’t going to cave like all those other bottoms who tried and failed to take Dillon’s big dick. I was going to take it like a champ.

“You feeling okay?” he asked, his thick shaft slowly working into my depths. 

“Yeah,” I nodded, gripping his forearms, my sphincter tensing as he finally reached totality of penetration, his balls mashed against my hole. “You’re so fucking big.”

“And this is a surprise to you?” Dillon laughed, holding still inside of me, affording me the chance to catch my breath before the real fucking began. “The good news is that if you can take my huge cock, you can take any cock.”

And then slowly, deliberately, Dillon began to rock his hips, his big cock gliding in and out of my hole. Christ, it felt amazing—even better than I had anticipated. But nothing could have prepared me for what came next. Pushing his weight upon me, his muscular arms pressed into the mattress, my own arms pulling my knees closer to my chest, Dillon brought his face to mine. 

Our lips locked, our muscular, athletic bodies conjoined. His obscenely large cock pounded mercilessly inside my virgin hole. The sensation was overwhelming as Dillon continued to fuck me while we kissed, consuming my breath—consuming me.

“I think you’ve done the impossible,” Dillon whispered, our lips parting.

“The impossible?”

“Yeah—you’ve made a top out of me.”

And with that admission, Dillon began to pick up the pace, his massive cock battering my bowels from within. Over and over he pounded my quivering cunt, his balls rhythmically slapping at my hole with each thrust. Waves of pleasure began to course through my body, my eyes rolling back into my head. 

“Fuck my ass,” I begged, reveling in the joyous thrill of sex with another man, in finally having Dillon’s big cock buried in my virgin depths. “Fuck me with that big dick.”

And then I felt it—a throbbing inside me. I thought maybe that Dillon was cumming already, but then I realized that I was the one who was about to cum. Looking down at my cock, nearly sandwiched between our bodies as Dillon pummeled away on top of me, I discovered that I was rock hard, precum leaking from my cum slit. 

“Dillon—uh—I think I’m about to bust,” I warned.

“That’s so hot,” Dillon looked down at my cock. “That means I’m getting you good. Bust that nut, Rylie—fucking shoot your wad with my big cock inside you.”

“FUCK,” I cried out, my cock erupting, my hot load shooting up my chest as Dillon continued to fuck my hole at a breakneck pace. 

“Jesus, I can feel your orgasm from inside,” Dillon remarked, my sphincter spasming around the base of his cock repetitively in perfect unison with my pulsing cum shot. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

Emboldened by my own surprise cum shot, Dillon set out to deliver his. Extending my legs and wrapping them around his muscular ass, I pulled him into me, willing him to breed me. He was working hard, sweat dripping down his chest, laboring to reach his climax. 

“I’m so fucking close,” Dillon announced, pressing his body into mine, my warm cum slathered between our bodies. “You ready for my load? You ready for my seed?”

“YES,” I begged. “Fucking breed me.”

And then I felt it, a deep throbbing in my intestines. “FUCK—FUCK,” Dillon grunted, his warm load spewing in my depths, marking my virgin hole as his. He collapsed on top of me, our bodies melded as his cock continued to discharge within me, his cum coating the walls of my abused fuck canal. 

“Well, that was completely unexpected,” Dillon announced, pulling out of me, his massive load gushing from my wrecked hole as he rolled over onto the bed next to me.

“Yeah,” I laughed. “You didn’t expect to fuck my ass tonight, did you?”

“Well—no,” he agreed. “But the real shock was that I didn’t expect to like it so much.”

“Did you like it enough to fuck me again sometime?” I asked hopefully, reaching between his legs to feel that he was still rock hard. 

“For certain,” Dillon answered, rolling back on top of me, his massive cock sliding back inside my used, cummy hole. It wasn’t long before he was dumping another massive load in me, followed by another, until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I can’t say that things stayed the same between Dillon and me when we returned to school. Sex has a way of changing things between two people. Our bond grew stronger, our friendship deepened into a loving, committed relationship. The guys in our dorm seemed to respect our love and didn’t hassle us too much, but maybe that was just because they were jealous of our big cocks.

I gave up on pussy for good, though Dillon said he would tolerate the occasional dip if I needed it. But honestly, pussy never did much for me. When it came to fucking, nothing could compare with riding Dillon’s big dick, feeling him blasting my guts with a massive load. 

As for Dillon, he embraced the newfound top within him. My ass was the only action he wanted in the showers—besides watching other guys fucking me. With Dillon’s ass off the market, someone had to fill his shoes. And it turned out that Dillon loved to be cucked. Who knew?