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I pulled down, revealing his plump cock, ready to be sucked. I loved that he trusted me to do this for him. I asked my friends if they did this with their brothers and I guess not.

"I'm so fucking horny today," Alec said, his dick already hardening quickly as I held it, and fed it to myself. "It's not fair that it takes my brother to keep my dick satisfied. It's stupid she doesn't want it as much as I need."

"Well luckily for you, I like it," I replied, making sure he knows. "And good thing she said you can do things as long as she doesn't hear about it," I reminded him.

"True, but I doubt she'd appreciate it being you who does it," he half laughed. "Fuck, suck that cock..." He moaned as I began servicing him.

I bobbed up and down my brother's shaft, using my hand to stroke the part that I still couldn't fit in my mouth. It was still crazy to me that I knew how he tasted, and knew how he felt in my mouth. It made me so hard doing this for him, and I'm glad he didn't make me pretend like I didn't love it.

At this point I wasn't sure which one of us liked it more. A lot of times he beat me to asking for it. I pulled off his cock and started sucking on one of his nipples, he ran his hands through my hair as I stroked him. My brother was hot and he liked that I was into him and his body, I think it made it hotter for him.

"One day I'm going to let you ride it," he said under his breath.

"You always say that, I don't know if I believe you," I told him looking up at him.

When get got really deep, he'd tell me stuff like that. I think he liked the idea but was too nervous to go all the way.

"Naw, I promise. When we have more time and are in the clear. You want it don't you? You want my fat cock in you?" He asked.

I went back down and sucked on the end of him and nodded yes as I looked up.

"Mmm, that's right, you do," he said as he ran his fingers through my hair. "You want my cock so deep in your hole until I cum."

"Yes, please," I said between sucking and licking.

"I bet you're so tight, god, I can't wait to feel," he said as I sucked harder and faster.

The more he talked to me about this kind of stuff the closer he got, I knew because this is normally how his blowjobs went.

"No condoms right?" I asked, I knew the answer.

"Hell, no. Just me and you, bare. My cum deposited deep in you, little man," he told me with that lust in his eye I loved.

"Fuck Alec, I can't wait!" I told my brother before I squeezed his balls and began shoving his cock as far as I could in my mouth over and over.

"That's my good, bro," he said and humped my face. "Time to swallow, okay?"

"Mhm," is all I could respond, my mouth was full of his wet leaking cock.

"Fuck! Here it comes, Jack! Thank god I have you," he moaned and released into my mouth.

The familiar flavor of his cum filled my mouth as I gulped him down. He must have fucked his girlfriend this morning because there was less than I've gotten from him in the past. It didn't matter, I wanted anything he'd give me. I got to go through my day knowing I had his cum in my stomach and his taste on my lips.

I nursed on his cock until it started to soften in my mouth. His hand constantly petting me, the connection never lost.

"You really going to fuck me one day?" I asked letting his spent cock fall from my lips.

"Yeah, i am. Your blowjobs are amazing but I need real sex more than your mouth," he replied.

"Good, I want you to," I told him.

“Dad, that hat is too small… Just cause it’s western night doesn’t mean you need to go in costume.” I chided my old man as he sat shirtless at the table in my condo. Dad was visiting me and since I’d come out to him, he’d been nothing but supportive. But, he’d surprised me when he suggested we go out to some gay bars. 

He’d had never made that suggestion if Mom was here too, but she had to work. As head counsel for a large, multi-billion-dollar, international corporation, she had a demanding schedule and wasn’t able to make the trip this time. I loved her, but I was ok with that. She wasn’t as adventurous as Dad and I idolized the man. Dad was a phys ed teacher and head football coach at Central High, where I became a star wide receiver. He wasn’t a typical dumb jock, he’d graduated college with a finance degree but his calling was working with and molding young folks.

All of the girls in my grade always went on about how cool it was that my dad was hot, some of them even threw themselves at him. Secretly, I agreed, I lusted after the man for years. It didn’t hurt that his chosen career path gave him plenty of time to keep his body in tip top shape, and he tended to dress to accentuate that. Mom loved her job and loved that Dad loved his job, he didn’t seem to mind that she was the primary breadwinner.

Now, I was 23, freshly graduated with my own degree in finance and having been a 3 year starter at wide receiver for State. I stayed in the closet for my time in school, only coming out to my family and very close, trusted friends until after graduation.

“Fine, fine, you’re no fun, Jake.” Dad laughed as he tossed the too-small cowboy hat down. Dad was always a fun loving affable guy, it was impossible not to be charmed by the man.

“You should probably get dressed, we’re meeting the guys in 30 minutes.” I suggested. Dad’s bearded face was plastered with a smile once more.

“Can’t wait to meet your crew. You gotta have a good social circle.” Dad was always talking about how balance in life is important. Meanwhile, I was fixated on how sexy the gray in his beard on his chin was. The older man hauled himself up and dug through his bag to find a flannel shirt to go with his form fitting jeans, holding it up to me for approval. “Does this pass the snuff test?” He asked, leaning into how I vetoed his small cowboy hat.

“If you iron it first, yes.” I laughed back. Dad did a double take on his rumpled up flannel and joined me in laughter. 

“Aye aye!” He saluted me, in jest to how I would sarcastically salute and act when I was in my rebellious teenage years and I thought he was acting like a drill sergeant around the house.

I watched Dad walk into my bedroom to fetch the iron. His 6’1 frame was packed with well-earned middle aged muscle. His big chest had dark fur that thickened towards the valley between his pecs and traveled down his solid, still-lightly-defines midsection before diving below the belted waist of his jeans. He’d always had a great bulge, but for outgoing and free with his body he was, I’d never really seen him totally naked.

Dad looked great as we left for the bar, as usually his outfit hugged him in all the right places. The 42 year old was looking like the stud he was. It was only a few block walk to the bar, my friends were already inside. We didn’t normally go to western night, but Dad thought it would be fun and I didn’t need to twist my friends’ arms to go out.

“Mr. Harbor! Great to meet you!” My best friend in the city, Ben hollered excitedly as he met Dad.

They shook hands and Dad brought him in for a bro hug. The rest of my friends followed suit, most of them thought I was lucky to have such a cool dad, and I agreed.

Dad bought everyone a round of drinks and we formed a tight circle, talking and everyone getting to know Dad better. My friends were rapt with my old man, he had that affect on people. He was engaging and genuine, he really did care about getting to know my friends - he always had.

“You must really hit the weights, Mr. H.” Pete said, slinging his arm around Dad’s big shoulders, feeling his biceps. We had moved on to more drinks and clearly Pete was feeling frisky. I blushed at his obvious come on but Dad took it in stride.

“Perks of the job. That and getting to see Jakey-boy here grow up.” Dad beamed with pride. “And like I said before, call me Phil.

Over the course of the night most of my friends got touchy-feely with Dad. I was used to people fawning over him, they couldn’t help themselves. It was closing in on 1am, the bar hadn’t settled down, but my group of friends hadn’t been there for the crowd. We decided to call it a night and regroup the next morning for brunch.

“I really like the guys.” Dad said as we strolled home, both more drunk than we wanted to let on.

“They’re great. Sorry they kept pawing at you.” I normally wouldn’t have brought it up, but the liquor had me feeling loose.

“I’m used to it. Hell, I like the attention.” Dad said, not in a cocky way, but in his Phil Harbor way of letting me know it wasn’t a big deal. “I have half a mind to take a go at Pete.” Dad surprised me so much I stopped walking.

“What?” I croaked out. Dad had never indicated that he’d had any attraction to guys. Plus, he was married to Mom.

“He’s got a great wrestler build, bet he’s great in the sack.” Dad stopped, looking at me with a drunken, wicked grin.

“What the fuck?” I said more strongly than before as we stood on a deserted city block.

“Jake, when you came out to me and I told you that ‘I understand’, I meant it. I’m bi, I thought you got that.” Dad explained, thinking I’d picked up something so subtle during such an emotional moment.

“I did not get that.” I replied, emotions welling up, anger, confusion, jealousy.

“Yeah, well, it’s true.” He said with almost a shrug.

“But… Mom?” 

“She knows.” He said motioning for me to come to him. “I told her when we started dating. She’s got a strong sex drive too, if you must know.” He continued as I approached him. “Let’s get back to your place and talk.

We walked the rest of the way in silence, my thoughts racing, my head spinning. Dad pulled out a bottle of whiskey from my makeshift bar and poured us each a few fingers. We sat down and he explained how Mom wanted to try swinging early on in their marriage. They both liked it but craved something different, eventually they landed on open marriage with some ground rules.

“Basically, we put each other first. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. We are each other’s partner in everything we do, there are just some things that we can’t do for the other sexually.” Dad explained. “I know this is a lot to take in.” He read my vacant, shocked expression. I’d get Dad to explain more later, but for now my thoughts stuck on one topic. “You ok, Jake?”

“Pete?” I asked without thinking. Dad laughed and brought me into a hug. 

“He’s cute! You don’t think so?” 

“I guess I don’t think about him like that.” 

“I won’t do anything if it makes you uncomfortable. I don’t ever want to do something that would jeapardize our relationship.” Dad reassured me. I felt better, but I couldn’t help checking him out. His flannel was half unbuttoned and I boned up in my tight fitting jeans. “Looks like you’re uncomfortable for other reasons too.” Dad verbally jabbed playfully, staring at my bulge. “A little jealous of Pete?” He asked with a cocked eyebrow before finishing his drink.

I silently nodded before croaking out a “Yes.”. Dad had seen right threw me. I would have spiraled right away if it wasn’t forhow he handled it.

“Hot for you dad, huh? Can’t say I’m surprised.” Dad joked, holding his arm out and flexing. The flannel shirt bulged with his motions. He noticed my expression was still serious and embarrassed. “Look, Jake, I get it. Just like before, I get it.” Dad’s tone became less playful. “I had thing for my old man too. But… you knew Grandpa, he was… he was a tough guy who didn’t let people in. I would have given anything to be able to talk like this with him. I would have given anything to get to play around…” The drinks were taking their toll on Dad’s filter. 

He looked at me hard. I could tell he was mulling something over in his head, his expression was pensive. My brain was overwhelmed with everything that I’d learned in the past hour. It was late, I was drunk, and I was having trouble focusing on one thought when Dad spoke up again.

“Jake… if you want to… I know I’d be into it.” Dad said softly as a devilish grin crept across his face.

“You mean… fuck around?” I asked, and Dad winked. “Let’s go!” I lept up from the couch and ran to my bedroom. I could hear Dad laughing as he padded behind me. 

“Jake… You’re sure about this?” Dad asked standing in the door of my bedroom, seemingly having second thoughts.

“Most sure I’ve ever been. Plus, like you said, you still wish Grandpa would have done something with you.” I tried to bring him back, convince him again. Both our judgements were clouded by alcohol.

Dad’s smile returned and he quickly ripped off his flannel. His magnificent body that I lusted after for years was coming into view. Perfectly muscled and hairy. I tended to go for daddy types, but Dad was the ultimate. I tore off my clothes in a flash. I was an inch or two taller than Dad’s 6’1, but with a leaner albeit muscled frame. I’d packed on muscle to the tune of being 6’2 185lbs of lean ripped ex-college football muscle.

I was beginning to get some dark blond hair on my chest to match the treasure trail terminating above my navel which matched the wavy hair on my head. Dad beamed as he slid his jeans down, revealing that he was wearing a white jockstrap underneath. The pouch bulged and strained to contain his growing cock.

“Glad to see you inherited the family goods, Son.” Dad said huskily, taking in my jock form and raging cock. I knew I was hung, over 8 inches, thick, and uncut. The older man pulled down his cock and his cock sprang free, rock hard. He had me beat in every way with his cut dad cock.

“Fuck…” I breathed, bringing a grin to Dad’s bearded face. I sat on the edge of the bed, Dad sidled up to me cock first.

“What do you want to do?” He breathed. In lieu of an answer, I opened my mouth to engulf his cockhead. “Jeezus!” He moaned as I slide my tongue along the underside of his huge cock. It was an incredible rush taking Dad into my mouth. Not only had I lusted after the man since I could remember, the taboo of it all added extra fire.

Dad stood there, allowing me to orally explore his massive member. I considered myself a good cocksucker, but Dad was bigger than any I’d serviced before. My mouth was quickly filled to capacity and his girth hindered my ability to relax my throat, I settled for using my tongue to map the portion of his cock that I could fit in my mouth before pulling off. I glanced up at the man who made me, he matched my gaze with a hungry passion in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, I slid my lips and tongue along the length of the underside of his rod until I met the place where his shaft met his balls. 

I slid back and forth, the length of his cock before bathing his big, full nuts with my tongue. His bush was trimmed and his balls were shaved. I continued on, bathing his huge dad-cock with my tongue and lips before returning to sucking what I could fit in my mouth. My hands traveled up and down his built quads, hamstrings, and glutes, feeling their way over the warm flesh. In no time, I was tasting Dad’s precum, oozing onto my tongue, sweet nectar encouraging me to keep going. 

Dad’s moans echoed off the walls of the bedroom as I worked. His big paws gently ran through my hair and down to my shoulders, encouraging me. I wanted to savor the moment, but I also wanted more. I felt his huge cock throb in my mouth as precum continued to ooze. I didn’t want to pull off as his grunts slowly grew more needy. The rush of this all was clearly getting to Dad as well.

“Jakey… you want Dad’s load?” He growled. My cock throbbed between my legs, precum cascading down the length of my shaft as it ached. I gave my answer by gripping Dad’s muscle ass tighter, shoving what I could in my mouth, then brought a hand around to stroke the inches of shaft that I couldn’t swallow.

A glance upward and Dad’s head flung back as his body clenched and a tsunami of cum crashed into my mouth. Wave after wave fired out, choking me during my efforts to swallow it all. He gently rocked his hips through his orgasm, as I used my hand and mouth in tandem to milk every last drop of his load that I could. Dad’s body trembled through the aftershocks of the intense nut, and he let out a big sigh as he looked down at me.

“Jake, that was… amazing… just… wow.” He said softly, his cock still at attention, covered in cum and spittle.

“I couldn’t agree more.” I replied, starting to jerk myself before Dad shooed my hand away.

“My turn.” His mischievous grin had returned.

“Dad you don’t have to-” He waved his hand to cut me off before sinking to his knees between my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed.

He placed his strong hands on my quads, feeling the lean, strong, football conditioned muscle. His eyes zeroed in on my throbbing uncut jock cock, he licked his lips and leaned forward taking a few inches in his mouth. His tongue skillfully traced my shaft, dipping under my foreskin driving me wild. Slowly, he took more and more into his mouth before I was knocking at the back of his throat. 

Dad serviced the portion of my cock he could fit in his mouth for a few minutes, learning my cock and what made it throb. He was clearly skilled, I wondered how many guys he’d sucked before. Then, without warning, he opened his throat and the rest of my oversized jock cock slid down his gullet. His hands ran up my thighs as I groaned, trying to hold back my load, but it was no use, I was too keyed up.

I came hard, a firehose of cum shooting directly down Dad’s undulating throat. His practiced throat milked my cock, turning my nuts inside out as I shot the biggest load of my life. Overwhelmed, I got light headed and for a second feared I would faint before focusing on Dad’s touch. I have no idea how long it lasted, it could have been hours or it could have been seconds, but I’d never cum like that before.

I regained my senses as Dad was still tonguing my now-too-sensitive cock. He let it fall from his mouth when I shuddered and looked up at me from between my legs. It was a trip seeing this big muscled man, high school phys ed teacher, head football coach - my dad - crouched between my legs like that. It was enough to make me hard again if I hadn’t already just cum buckets down the man’s throat.

“Dad, that was -” Dad cut me off.

“Jake, I hope we didn’t cross a line.” Dad cut in, his doubts creeping back in as his sexual need was met and the alcohol started to fade.

“I loved it, Dad. I’ve wanted that for a long time.” I flashed a winning smile back at him as he got to his feet.

“Whattaya say we call it a night. We can talk things through in the morning.” Dad suggested, having glanced at the clock seeing the late - or early - hour. 

I agreed, I was drained both figuratively and literally. Exhaustion set in, it had been a long night even before the world changing information I learned and the reality altering orgasm from Dad’s oral service. The big furry man made his way out of the room. I hadn’t set up the spare bedroom yet, an extra bedroom set was out of my price range, but we’d inflated an air mattress in there for Dad earlier.

“Dad! Wait… do you want to… stay in here tonight?” I asked before he was out the door. He turned, giving a hard look while thinking it through before smiling.

“I’d like that, Son.” He said, ambling to the bed.

We didn’t talk after that. Dad cuddled up to me, the big spoon to my little. I felt secure and warm with his muscled arms wrapped around me, feeling his chest hair on my back. It didn’t take long for us to drift off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up and Dad was already out of bed. He’d made coffee and was reading the news on his iPad in the living room. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and poured myself a cup and downed some water before plopping down on the couch next to him.

“Hope I didn’t wake you.” Dad said without taking his eyes from the article he was reading.

“Not at all.” I said, my mouth dry from the mild hangover.

“Jake, about last night -” Dad put down his tablet and gave me his attention. I tried to cut him off before he backtracked on what we’d done.

“Dad, it’s ok I-” In turn, he interrupted me.

“Jake, let me talk.” Dad said firmly. “If you’d let me finish, I think you’ll be happy to know that I really enjoyed last night. I have a feeling you did too, but I wanted to check in, I am your dad. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything and I don’t want anything to sour in our relationship.” A beat passed before I realized he was done speaking.

“I feel the same way with everything. Last night was better than I could have imagined… and I’ve imagined it a lot.” Dad was wearing a t-shirt that clung to his built upper body. His worn gym shorts left little to the imagination below. “But, I also don’t want to change anything between us… except for maybe more of last night.” I ventured.

“Bring it here, big guy.” Dad said, pulling me into a hug. I enjoyed his embrace, fatherly, comforting, arousing. I felt myself chub in the gym shorts I’d thrown on, I was shirtless. As we broke the hug, Dad paused, looking me deep in the eyes, then leaned forward kissing me on the lips. His hand was on my neck, tracing down over my chest as our lips parted and our tongues danced. I groped the man through his shirt before we finally separated. “Think we have time before we meet up with the guys?” He asked hopefully, and my heart soared.

Next thing I knew, I was on my knees worshipping Dad’s massive cock. It was even bigger than I remembered it from the previous night. I licked up and down before sucking what I could. Dad pulled off his shirt, his fuzzy chest and stomach on full display. I pulled off his cock for a second.

“Dad… would you… fuck me?” I hoped that the question would bring new doubts for him, but I had to try. Dad looked surprised, he cocked an eyebrow before the ends of his lips curled up ever so slightly.

“I had you pegged for a top.” He said dryly.

“I am… usually. But for the right guy… and you… just, I - I need it.” 

“No need to beg, Son. Jock tail is my favorite and you’ve got a perfect looking ass.” Dad growled. I was getting to see him in a new light, hungry, horny. He was talking to me like I was a hookup. I needed to know more about this side of him, but first I needed him to fuck me.

Minutes later we were back in bed, I was on all fours as Dad had an index finger knuckle deep in my hole. He was skillful in the way he prodded my hole, careful to not give me too much and mindful to make it pleasurable. He quickly found my prostate, eliciting loud moans from me as I hiked my ass back onto his finger before he added another. 

“Ready?” Dad asked, his voice seemingly deeper than normal. I looked back and saw a serious expression on his face. He playfully swatted my ass. “Turn over, Champ.”

I flipped onto my back and Dad grabbed my legs, pulling them onto his big shoulders. His huge cock was already lubed. It glistened, looking more intimidating than before with prominent veins. When his cockhead kissed my hole we both shuddered.

“Goddamn you’re hot, Jake.” Dad growled. He pushed forward, breaching my hole with his thick dad-cock.

“Unnnnghhhh! Fuck!” I cried out as he sunk inches of his cock into me.

“Fucking tight jock hole, Son.” Dad cooed, gently fucking passed my ass’s resistance. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, it was like the first time all over again. Normally it was difficult for me to bottom as I didn’t do it much. But Dad was a skilled top and my sheer lust for him won out. The sharp discomfort fell away quickly as he eased into me and I opened up for him. “That’s it, Jakey, let me in.” Dad growled as his big, thick cut cock pushed in to the hilt.

We both moaned as Dad’s balls nuzzled into my taint. His hands roamed my body but his eyes never left mine. Dad started to pump in and out, taking his time, trying not to bust too early. My cock ached and throbbed as we gazed into each other’s eyes. Dad’s body flexed with each thrust. His cock stretched my hole.

The taboo and our mutual lust kept us from really going at it, as we were on the edge the entire time. Dad’s bearded face contorted as he tried to hold off his orgasm. Each time his cock slid against my prostate I was closer.

“I can’t hold it, Jake.” Dad almost whispered as I felt his cock throb. I knew he was unloading in me, the cock that made me was filling me up with his batter. Dad’s furry muscle chest heaved as his grip tightened on my legs. He gave a few uneven, jolting thrusts as his orgasm rocked his body. I grunted and growled through the pleasure, sweat beading on his muscles until he quieted down and panted to catch his breath.

As Dad regained his senses, he saw I hadn’t cum yet, so he kept his deflating cock in me. He gently rocked it back and forth, while gripping and tugging my thick, uncut jock cock to explosion. My whole body clamped down and tensed as my nuts drew up and spewed thick ropes of molten semen. It splashed all over my bare upper body, coating my sweat damp skin with sticky seminal fluid. 

Slowly, my spasming muscles relaxed and I came back to reality. My eyes focused on Dad, above me with a big goofy grin on his face. He rocked his cock back and forth one more time before sliding it out of my hole. His cock was deflating slowly, still mostly rigid and covered with lube and cum.

“That was amazing, Kiddo.” Dad said, patting my flank.

“You’re telling me.” I agreed. Then both our stomachs rumbled and we laughed.

“You like to stare.” His deep voice said quietly, his arms crossed.

I just finished a set of squats at the gym, I’d just moved to town for my first job out of college. My routine overlapped with a stud in his 50’s. He’d caught me staring a few times, but I never did anything about it as he was occasionally accompanied by his wife. 

“I’m sorry… Mr…” I didn’t know his name and I was flustered having just finished a set.

“I’m Ed.” The man said with is arms still crossed, I couldn’t help but gawk at his muscled arms. “And no need to apologize.” His face broke into a friendly smile. “You draw some eyes too, you know.” 

I was a 22 year old D1 college lacrosse player, I was in impeccable shape and I was determined to keep it that way now that I was working a 9-5 desk job. Ed’s was stacked, 6’ on what looked to be cut muscle. He’d clearly spent decades in the gym, taking care of his body, and it showed. His mostly gray hair was receding and his face was clean shaven and just weathered enough to make him even more handsome.

“Nice to meet you, Ed. I’m Andy.” I said as we shook hands, his grip like a vice.

“Great to meet you, Andy. You’re new here, right?” Ed asked and I nodded. “Linda probably didn’t give you a tour did she?” 

The front desk lady hadn’t, still speechless, I shook my head.

“I don’t want to interrupt your workout but I don’t mind showing you around.” Ed continued.

It was a standard gym, I normally would have begged off and continued with my leg day, but I wanted to be near this mature stud as long as I could to steal as many mental images as possible.

“Su-Sure.” I said, my voice embarrassingly cracking out of excitement.

That brough an even bigger grin to Ed’s face as he motioned for me to follow him. I was closeted during my time in college, as a division 1 athlete it would have brought me a lot of unwanted attention, so I didn’t have much experience. But, for all I knew, this was just a hot older man who wanted to show me around so I had to play it cool.

Ed showed me the main facilities, the free weights, the machines, the squat racks, even a deadlift platform. Of course, I’d seen this all already as I’d been coming to the gym for a few weeks. It was early on a Saturday morning, so the place was nearly deserted as I followed Ed into the men’s locker room. 

“If you know the right people, there are some pretty great features here.” Ed said deadpan as he groped his bulge. I tried not to look, so afraid of misreading things that I didn’t realize what was happening. “What, now you’re too shy to steal a look?” Ed joked with a friendly tone.

“I… I… fuck!” I stumbled over my words before swearing as Ed pealed down sweats revealing a bulging jockstrap.

I blushed and absentmindedly licked my lips. Ed smiled wide, sizing me up. Behind Ed, I caught a glance at myself in the mirror. I was slightly taller than the older man at 6’1 and I filled out my snug tank top well with a broad chest with tanned and vascular shoulders and arms. My dirty blond hair was in need of a cut but still short and my cheeks were ruddy from the workout and my arousal.

“Been awhile since I had a hot jock sniffing around.” Ed said in a low conspiritorial voice. “I’ll give you a tour of one of the private shower stalls and you can suck me off.” 

I was momentarily taken aback by how upfront he was, but I quickly followed after him as he led the way with a nod of his head. The private shower stall had a two curtain set up, with the area between the first one meant for hanging your clothes and towel. The shower itself was just barely big enough for the both of us. Once both curtains were pulled, Ed slid down his sweats and jock revealing a rock hard, thick and veiny cut cock. 

I reached down for it, feeling its heft. The girthy cock was the biggest one I’d seen in my limited experience. Ed groaned as I gave him a few dry strokes. Our eyes met and he gave me a wink before I sank into a crouching position.

“Thatta boy, I can spot a cocksucking jock a mile away.” Ed grunted as my lips parted around the bloated cockhead.

Ed moaned as slid more of this thick piece down my gullet. I was more enthusiasm than skill at that point and the fit older man’s big dick was testing my oral limits. I let my hand wrap around the length of shaft I couldn’t swallow, using the spit dripping down as lube as I stroked him in time with my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, collecting his precum and finding his sensitive spots.

I looked up at Ed as he placed his hands gently on my head, almost cradling it. His cockhead hit the back of my throat, gagging me and I pulled off, sliding my lips and tongue down the length of his shaft. I sucked and tongued the man’s full, heavy balls, savoring the noises of appreciation I was eliciting. I let my tongue swipe behind Ed’s balls, savoring the salty taste and musk before resuming my coordinated mouth and hand work.

“That’s it, Andy, you’re an eager pup. You ready to swallow my load?” Ed had urgency in his voice.

His alert that he was close had be redoubling my efforts, bringing and appreciative grunt from Ed as he cock pulsed before painting my mouth with thick, hot cum. I swallowed jet after jet of the virile man’s heavy load, using my hand to pull every last bit down his shaft. Ed’s body shuddered as the wave of his orgasm waned. The handsome mid-50’s man was still wearing his snug workout t-shirt, hugging his chest and shoulders, with his sweats and jockstrap around his ankles.

I pulled off the man’s cock, it stood boldly still hard but deflating with a sheen of spittle and cum that caught the light. My compression shorts and gym shorts strained to contain my erection as Ed looked down catching his breath.

“You’re a hungry jock, I like that.” Ed said with a wide smile, as he pulled up his sweats. “You’ll have to take care of yourself today, but if you want more my wife out for a girls night tomorrow.” Ed offered as we exited the shower stall.

We exchanged numbers and parted ways. I was disappointed that I hadn’t cum, but I knew that as soon as I got home I’d fire off a massive load. It was almost painful for me to finish my workout, but I hit it hard, harder than normal before booking it home to crank one out.

The next was torture, Ed’s wife had joined him at the gym so we only exchanged “Hello’s” and nods across the floor. His wife was gorgeous, she looked to be about the same age, maybe a few years younger. She was clearly in great shape with a very pretty face and a taste mid-length haircut. 

That afternoon at work, Ed texted me and I nearly dropped my phone from excitement. His place was too risky but luckily I had a one bedroom apartment that I lived alone in, I was more than happy to have the stud of a man over. After work, I rushed around tidying the place up. I’d had fleeting hookups in college, but as a closeted athlete, they were few and far between. Something about this felt different.

Right on time, Ed buzzed my apartment to be let up. I buzzed him in and quickly did one last check in the mirror and of my breath. I didn’t know what was in store tonight but I wanted all of my bases covered.

“Nice building!” Ed said as I opened the door to greet him.

Ed was sporting a polo shirt, fit snugly across his muscled chest and shoulders and tucked into a pair of belted khaki shorts. He looked sexy in his stereotypical suburban dad get up, I had to imagine this is what he wore most days.

“Thanks, come on in.” I said as I closed the door behind him.

I was already rock hard in my more casual athlesiure attire. Ed glanced around at my apartment, it was a steps above the typical early 20’s guy apartment, I had furniture and a bedframe, but the decorating was sparse. We made some chit-chat about the weather and I offered him a beer.

“I’ll bet you played ball in college, Andy.” Ed said, cracking open his brew.

“Lacrosse, I was a middie at State.” I replied proudly, sipping from my long neck bottle.

“It shows.” Ed complimented as I stared as the snug polo clung to his built frame and the muscles in his arm balled up as he took a sip.

His gaze fell on me as we sat on the couch together. It was a charged silence as we eyed each other up, the anticipation rising. Ed slightly spread his legs as he sat, letting his pronounced bulge be accentuated. He knew what he was doing, I was happy at least one of us did. We both finished our beers, setting them down on the coffee table.

“Can I get you another?” I offered.

“Sure… or you can give me a tour of your place. I haven’t seen your bedroom yet.” Ed replied with wicked smirk.

I jumped to attention, my excitement bringing a chuckle from the older man. He followed me across the room and down the short hallway to my bedroom. My place wasn’t big and my room was relatively spartan.

Ed grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. He planted a kiss on my lips as his hands snuck under my athletic fit t-shirt. He felt up the hard ridges of my abs muscles before cupping my pecs. I let my hands feel his lats and rippling back muscles through his dad polo. Our tongues danced, Ed led the way aggressive yet sensual - confident.

“I wanted to do that sink you sucked that load out of me yesterday.” Ed breathed as he broke the kiss.

I was flush and my pulse was racing. Ed easily read the effect he had on me, his knowing smirk plastered on his face. 

“Yeah… I uhh… I liked that too.” I sputtered awkwardly.

“You don’t even know how hot you are, do you?” Ed flat out asked, making me blush.

Ed tugged the hem of shirt over my head. I raised my arms to assist and he tossed it aside. His eyes tore over my bare flesh. I stood tall under his gaze, relishing his intense interest. I took great pride in keeping my lacrosse honed body in top condition, my abs rippled under the skin with a treasure trail of blond fur thickening from above my navel to my waistband. The same blond fur clung my powerful and shredded pecs, right around the pert, pink nipples. I felt my delts, biceps, and triceps tense and relax as I shifted my weight.

Ed’s nimble fingers traveled the expanse of my flesh, exploring the ridges and valleys created by my muscles. I groaned as he flicked his thumbs over my nipples, he took the opportunity to lean in for another kiss. This one was more sensual, letting the building tension swell. We broke the kiss and discarded his polo shirt, unbuckled his belt and slid his shorts down before stepping out of them. He stood before me in just a pair of briefs that were struggling to contain his bulge. 

“Fuck…” I hissed, drinking in the sight of him.

Ed’s muscled, powerful chest was dusted with downy brown and gray hair clinging to the swells of his pecs. Even in his 50’s he had a flat stomach with the whisper of abs. The dusting of hair there was less dense but still caught the light. Playfully, he flexed his pecs, liking that I was mesmerized by his bouncing tits.

“I got another load for you, Andy. You can suck it out if you want… or…” Ed purred softly as he cupped the bulging basket of his briefs.

My breath caught, Ed grinned knowing what I wanted. I couldn’t help it, I’d turned into putty around this man. Ed reached forward and slid down my shorts and underwear, freeing my raging jock cock. He let out a low groan of appreciation as he tugged my thick uncut member.

“Mighty fine piece.” Ed gave a few soft tugs, rolling my foreskin over the leaking head and skinning it back. “Big cock jocks are my weakness.” The older man murmured. I groaned, the words caught in my throat. “You like older guys… dads…” Ed read my mind as he continued his gentle strokes, I nodded. “I’ve got four kids, strong swimmers. You want me to breed you too?” 

My throat was dry with lust, it was all I could do to nod. Ed’s face lit up as he beamed. His briefs had become nearly translucent as his powerful cock soaked it with precum. The father of four led me over to my bed, positioning me on my hands and knees with my jock ass in the air.

“Have any other dads broken you in yet, Andy?” Ed asked about my experience bottoming which was precious little.

“I’ve only bottomed a few times… no one hung like you.” I said looking over my shoulders at the stud older man.

Ed’s big pecs stood out as his chest puffed out with pride. The downy hairs clinging to the swells of muscle were capped by pert pink nipples. He growled as he leaned in and swiped at my hole with his tongue. He teased along the crack before zeroing into my hole. Slowly, he worked my hole, prodding, retreating, teasing, and prodding again. Soon he was prying my cheeks apart and digging his tongue in deeper.

He kept it up for an eternity, I’d almost forgotten it was foreplay. My cock ached and throbbed, a steady trail of precum oozing forth from the tip. I was brought back to reality at the intrusion of a finger. The change in sensation drove me wild and Ed gently finger fucked me before adding another. I grunted when he pushed in a third.

“A pup like you needs to be broken in just right, Andy. I’ve got just the right tool for the job.” Ed spoke as he withdrew his fingers and instructed me to lay on my back.

When I flipped over, I saw the familiar sight of Ed’s huge, girthy cock. It was lubed up and throbbed menacingly. Ed pulled my legs to his shoulders, gliding into place between them. His cock looked even bigger than I remembered from sucking it the previous day. The engorged cockhead kissed my hole, Ed slowly rocked his hips forward applying pressure. We both sighed as the head popped in, and I quickly tensed.

“Easy there, pup.” Ed cooed, leaning in and running his strong hands over my sweat-damp flesh. “Relax and let daddy work you open.”

His voice and touch sent electricity through my body. As he sensed an ease to my tension, he slid another inch of dad dick into my hole. I grunted at the intrusion. I’d only bottomed three times prior, for men who were not nearly as hung in length or girth as Ed was. Ed’s hands kneaded my chest, flicking my nipples, sending my cock bouncing. His calm, friendly face brought me back and he sunk in another few inches before pausing.

“You’re doing great, sport. I haven’t had a tight hole like this to break in and use in some time. Not since my oldest daughter’s college boyfriend.” 

I moaned, the thought of this man fucking his daughter’s boyfriend was beyond hot to me. I felt my insides unclench and Ed eased in more with a wry smile. He was 3/4ths of the way inside me and started to pull out. Ed then slowly sunk a few inches back in. I whimpered out at the inward thrust but my cock stayed rock hard. The discomfort was minimal, even with Ed’s massive tool, his extensive rimming and fingering had made my rear entrance pliable enough for my pleasure.

“Goddamn, your ass is so tight, Andy. Daddy’s gonna stretch you out.” Ed grunted as he continued thrusting a few inches in and out of my rear.

I gasped with each thrust, my cock bobbed and weaved as Ed slowly dug deeper with each thrust. My hole stretched beyond what it had before and my eyes started to roll back into my head as Ed kept his rhythmic pace. His hands groped and kneaded my muscles and his eyes devoured me.

“Fuck… Ed… I’m close.” I moaned, not sure how much longer I could hold off.

“Let it fly, sport, let fly.” The older man breathed.

I gripped my uncut jock dick and tugged twice before thick hot jets of cum painted my abs and chest. My ass spasmed around Ed’s cock, gripping and milking it, but he held dead still as my orgasm crested and washed over me. My breathing came in ragged gasps as my muscles tensed and relaxed, my whole body working to expel the scalding liquid cum shrapnel.

Ed gently rubbed my flanks as I came down from the orgasmic heights. His big daddy cock was still lodged about 3/4ths of the way in me. My hole was clamped down around his rigid member and he kept it as still as possible.

“You did great, Andy.” Ed said rather paternally.

“Did you cum?” I asked as I caught my breath. 

Ed shook his head no and began to withdraw his cock from my clenched ass. I whimpered as the inches receded. Finally, the older man had fully pulled out. I felt empty as the throbbing, shiny cock stood proudly before Ed.

“Let’s give that hole of yours a break.” Ed let my legs fall to the bed as he rubbed my muscled quads.

“I can go again.” I almost pleaded, looking up at the father of four.

“You’re an eager pup, horny too.” Ed grinned, softly handling my still hard cock. “I like that.” 

Ed helped me up off the bed and we mosied to my small kitchen, we each cracked a beer. There was something freeing about hanging out naked with this man. Both of us stayed hard as we sipped the brews, we made some small talk as our eyes raked over each other’s bodies. I knew Ed was letting my hole relax from the intense orgasm I’d had, I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me again.

“You ready for round 2?” Ed asked with a sly smirk after finishing his beer.

I instinctively reached for my puffy hole. It was a little bit sore, but I desperately wanted to go again. I bit my lower lip and nodded. Almost instantly, Ed’s big dad cock returned to steel hardness.

“I’m gonna breed that tight jock ass of yours, Andy.” The older man said in a gravelly voice.

Ed followed me back to my bedroom. The bed was calling us. I turned around to face the handsome, built, virile father and family man. My cock throbbed as I touched his hair smattered pecs, rounded and firm from years of lifting weights. He inhaled at my touch, lust burning in his piercing blue eyes. Ed placed his hands on my carved delts and slowly turned me around, bending me over the bed. I took his cue and got on all-fours.

The older man’s fingers zeroed in on my fucked hole. He carefully breached the ring, prodding and probing me - hoping to release some of the tension before entering me again. Ed patiently finger fucked my hole, relaxing it enough for his cock. I heard a primal grunt from behind me as I felt his lubed cockhead in place. Slowly, he pushed in and I groaned loudly.

“Goddamn” He hissed as he sunk into me.

The penetration was initially more uncomfortable for me, but I was able to resist clamping down. Once the initial shock was gone, I was brought back to the world of pleasure. Having just been fucked by the same pole, my hole adjusted quicker. Methodically Ed kept boring into me, deeper than before.

“Fuuuuck!” I grunted as Ed’s pole dug deeper than before.

“You like that stretch, Andy?” Ed growled, his thick cock pushing in deeper.

The doggy position and deeper penetration was short circuiting my brain. I involuntarily pushed back on the daddy dick.

“Fuck yeah, son, push back on Daddy’s cock.” Ed’s dirty talk was pushing all of my buttons, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. “You ready for my nut… gonna load you up…” Ed grunted between ragged breaths.

The older man continued to saw in and out of my hole, plunging deeper, stretching me further with each thrust. A jolt of lightning exploded through my body each time he nudged past my prostate, making my uncut jock cock leak precum like a faulty tap. He clawed at my ropey back muscles damp with perspiration. I felt Ed put his foot up onto the bed, with one firmly planted on the floor. The change in angle and leverage allowed him to push even deeper than before, knocking the air out of me.

Ed’s thrusts began to lose their trademark rhythm. His cock bore into me harder and less regular as I gripped the sheets underneath me. I was unable to form coherent thoughts as I sensed the man going his nut. On autopilot, I supported myself on a forearm as I reached for my aching dick.

Ed let out a string of cusses as he exploded inside me, fucking through his nut with irregular thrusts. I’d barely touched myself when my nuts emptied on the bed. My ass clamped and spasmed, unable to grab to huge rod that was fucking me off. In reality my anal muscles were milking the man’s cock, getting every last drop of Ed’s seed.

Eventually, he pulled out, panting heavily and dripping sweat. My trembling legs gave way as I collapsed into the lake of my own semen below me. Ed playfully swatted at my ass, I reached back, feeling for my sore, puffy hole.

“Top tier ass you’ve got there, Andy.” Ed beamed as I turned over.

My second load clung to my abs, mixing with the mostly dried first. Ed leaned in and planted a slow, sensual kiss on my lips, lazily feeling the swells of my muscles. I was still riding high from post-coital bliss, I just sat there basking in the fuck this stud DILF from the gym had just thrown me.

“I hate to fuck and run, but I should get home before my wife does… I’ll see you tomorrow at the gym?” Ed asked, starting to gather his clothes. 

I meekly nodded, yet to fully come back to my senses. Ed gave me another peck on the lips before making for the front door. I don’t know how long it took me to return to myself, but eventually I found myself in the shower chubbing up from mentally reliving the coupling with Ed.

by Clark Wayne

Colt rutted deep and slow into Dylan from behind. Each thrust called up a grunt from Dylan’s mouth. Colt grabbed him from behind, his hand on Dylan’s forehead, pulling him back.

“You’re fucking wet, bro. How long since he fucked you?”

“A couple hours ago.”

“Tell me. Who’s better? Me or my brother?” Colt growled low and deep into his ear.

Dylan’s mouth agape. His breathing heavy. “Fuck…” He gasped. “Oh my god, bro.” He’d been rutted before but not like this.

“Tell me.” Colt thrusted in hard for emphasis. “Me or my brother?”

Dylan was feeling so much pleasure. There was no doubt who was the best. “YOU! Oh fuck me, you. You’re better.”

“Fucking right I am.” Dylan could hear Colt’s cocky smirk.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” Dylan begged in his breathy, heaving voice.

Colt licked his ear. “Tell me how much you love getting fucked by me.” His voice was so sexy, seductive, masculine.

Between grunts, Dylan replied, “Ugh… I… ugh… love the way you…ugh, fuck me.”

“Good boy.” The words made Dylan swoon. Colt felt him tighten up. “Oh, you like being a good boy, Dylan? Huh?” Dylan sighed. “Does my brother call you a good boy?”

“No.”

“That’s because he doesn’t give a shit about you.” Colt’s tone was angry. “But I do!” He hammered inside of Dylan for emphasis. It made Dylan yelp. “I knew you’d be a good boy and I’ve been looking for a good boy like you.”

“He’s my boyfriend, bro,” Dylan whimpered.

Colt blew a gust of air from his nose in amusement. Hearing a guy like Dylan whimpering with a dick in his ass was exhilarating. Colt watched his back muscles tense and flex. He looked down at Dylan’s round muscular ass and his own dick that sawed away in and out of it. God, he wanted this guy so fucking bad. It was an obsession for him. An obsession since the second they met.

Colt slowed his pull. Whispering into his ear, “Fuck him. He doesn’t want a boyfriend. He wants a fuck boy. He’s cheating on you all the fucking time.”

Dylan felt the big cock inside of him slow, feeling every inch. “No…,” Dylan looked back at him. “No, he’s not.”

“Bro, he’s cheating on you right now. You know where he is this second?”

Dylan hesitated. “Working.”

“Nah, bro. Dude is boning some faggot from his team.”

“Who?”

Colt kissed him on the neck. “Last name is Harris or something.”

“What? Harris? He’s not gay.”

“I heard Jackson talking to him on the phone. You’d think if he was gonna cheat, he would at least text so no one would hear him doing it.”

Colt felt his balls churn. The more he listened to the muscular jock under him whimper and grunt, the closer he got to exploding inside of him. Dylan felt it too. He felt the cock inside of him plump, expand, filling him.

“How could you be so fucking stupid?” He felt Dylan flinch at the insult and it triggered him. “Oh shit… FUCK!” Colt shoved in and grunted as he flooded Dylan’s ass with jizz.

Dylan felt the warm fluid course through his body. It made Dylan cum without touching himself. Jackson had never made him cum without touching himself. Colt hit something in him, literally and figuratively. Colt pushed Dylan down onto his stomach and followed him down. His chest feeling all of Dylan’s muscles in his back.

They were both quiet for a while, breathing hard.

Finally, Dylan broke the silence. “You’re lying.”

Colt guffawed. “No. You’re in denial. I’m his brother. I’ve known him all my life. He does this with all his boyfriends. Why he even has boyfriends is a joke. He’s constantly dick deep in a different ass all the time. You’re his exact type. He just fucking wants attention.”

“He loves me and I love him,” Dylan whispered. He sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

“Loves you?” Colt scoffed. “Bro, he really fucked with your head. The only person he loves is himself.” He chuckled. “And what about you? Bro, you just got fucked by another guy, his brother no less. So much for you loving him.”

Dylan closed his eyes. He shook his head. “This is your fault. You knew what to say, what to do.”

“And you fucking let me. No offense, but you’re a little bitch, bro. You’ll do whatever any hot dude tells you. Have some self respect. You’re a smoke show, bro. You can have whoever you want. You don’t need to put up with an asshole who is clearly using you for your ass. The fact that you’re a full-on bottom is hotter than you know. A dude shows you some muscle and you automatically throw your legs in the air.”

Dylan heard the words and knew what he was being told was true. He’d always known it was true. He just didn’t like it. Ever since he realized he was gay, he felt “out of his skin.” He knew the way he looked. It didn’t fit with his persona. At first, he was ashamed he was so malleable, so submissive. When he came to terms with his sexuality, he got fucked once and never looked back. Colt was correct. Any hot dude that wanted him, he was on his back and legs up, begging to get fucked.

When he met Jackson it was like meeting his wet dream come true. Jackson was a jock, muscular, tall, built like a stud. He was also a sweet talker. He told Dylan everything he wanted to hear. He showered him with compliments, reassurances, small kisses but with masculine energy. Dylan couldn’t get enough of it. Couldn’t get enough of the raw, masculine energy that Jackson fucked into him every day.

“I’m not like that!”

“Now who’s lying?”

“Why are you doing this?”

Colt rolled off of him. He ran his hands over Dylan’s abs, caressing them. “Because I can,” he replied quietly, matter of factly. “My brother may be a dick but we do have one thing in common. We’re fucking alpha. He’s good. I’m better. And I know a good thing when I see it. You deserve better.” He paused. “You deserve me.”

Dylan wondered if Colt was just another version of his brother telling him what he wanted to hear. “Why the fuck do I deserve you?”

Colt looked at him with sincere concern. He became sweeter, gentler. “Because, Dylan, I know what you want. You don’t act like it but you’re a romantic. You want a boyfriend. You want someone who will treat you well. You want a dude who will tell you you’re fucking beautiful every day. You want a dude who will protect you and take care of you even though you don’t need it. I see you. My brother doesn’t. And, you’re a good boy. You’re everything I want in a guy. And I’m everything you need. I knew the second I met you that you were the one for me. I just had to wait until my brother got bored, which was about a week by the way. Well, today is the day. You figured that since he and I are brothers, we must be the same. The only way we’re the same is the way we look.” He paused as his fingers combed through Dylan’s hair that fell over his forehead. “But I want you and I’m not afraid to tell you. I’ll tell you every fucking day. I won’t tell you what you want to hear. Everything I tell you will be the truth.”

Colt came out way before his brother. Everyone was shocked. Colt was a big time athlete. He played football. He was homecoming king and prom king. Every girl wanted him. So when he came out, it was a big deal. Because he was who he was, dudes hooked up with him just because of that. All they wanted to do was say Colt Atkins fucked them. For a while, Colt liked it. He had any dude he wanted. He got his fill of ass. When he finally did get sick of the countless hook ups, he searched for guys that fit his taste to settle down with. He liked big, masculin, muscle head jocks who were submissive, eager to please, liked to call him Daddy sometimes when they had sex. They were hard to find. He had a guy for a short time who fit his criteria but the kid graduated college and moved across the country for work. Colt was devastated. When he eventually recovered, he searched of his next good boy. When he met Dylan, his search was over.

Dylan had tears in his eyes. He couldn’t believe this rough-around-the-edges, ruggedly handsome, big, strong, silent type was bearing his soul. He actually thought Colt didn’t like him. Whenever Jackson brought him around, Colt barely looked at him, and when he did, he sneered. But now he realized Colt was sneering at his brother, not Dylan.

“Fuck. That was the most incredible thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“And I fucking mean it.” He poked his forefinger on Dylan’s chest. “You have to break up with him. Today. And you fucking tell him why. And you fucking tell him you’re with me now. Trust me, he’ll be mad for two minutes and then he’ll just fucking walk away. He can have any dude and he knows it. He knows I know him. He knows you would be better off with me.”

“But what if he comes after you.”

“Don’t you worry about me. I’m older and bigger. We’ve had fights over lesser things than this.”

“You want me to tell him today? That I’m suddenly with his brother?”

“Yes. Tell him. But not right now. You could call him but he won’t answer. He’s dropping a load in that Harris kid as we speak.”

“I can’t fucking believe this. What a fucking asshole.”

“Bro, you are fucking his brother,” he laughed. “You don’t have much room to talk.”

“Point taken.” He laughed.

Colt’s face turned stern. He took Dylan’s chin is his hand and turned his head towards him. “But I’ll tell you right now, you let anyone dick you, there will be hell to pay. I will fuck up any guy who touches you. So, don’t even think about other dudes. Understand?”

Dylan scoffed. “You fucked your own brother’s boyfriend.”

“I fucked what’s rightfully mine. There’s a difference.”

“Makes me wonder why I didn’t date you in the first place.”

"You better not fucking tell Mom I let you do this, last thing I need is her pissed off at me about something that isn't even a big deal," Gabe said as I came up behind him.

"Why the hell would I tell her?" I defended myself as my dick got close to his ass.

"I don't know, you're stupid sometimes," he laughed, being an ass.

"Shut the fuck up," I replied and laughed too.

He already had me put lube on and I was already hard as hell. I wasn't sure why this sounded so hot but it did, and I needed a tight hole to sink my cock into. I put my left hand on his left cheek and pointed my cock at his hole and rubbed it in his skin when I got close enough.

"You ready?" He asked looking over his shoulder at me.

"Yeah," I said as I pushed forward and felt the tip of my cock get swallowed up by his body.

It was so fucking good, warm, tight, like velvet on the head of my cock. I smacked his ass like an asshole and kept pushing in, feeling his ass taking inch by inch of my needy cock. He didn't even care when I hit him, treating him like my bitch.

"Oh, that's a nice cock, bud," he moaned as I worked my way in.

"Yeah? You like it?" I asked, turned on by the fact that my big brother was into my dick.

"Fuck yeah, it's a good one," he replied as I bottomed out inside him.

I felt his thick ass against my stomach and legs as I was buried deep in my own brother. I definitely wasn't as experienced as he was but it was safe to say that he had the best ass I've been in.

"You good?" He checked in on me.

"Very very good," I told him as I grabbed and rubbed his ass with my hands. "You have such a fuckable ass," I told him.

"Then fuck it," he told me, kind of joking but I think he wasn't at the same time.

I pulled out and shoved it back in, watching his hole gripping it tight. My cock glided in and out of him, it was beautiful to watch. My big brother took it like a champ and moaned with every thrust I gave him.

My brother had girlfriends all my life, hell he had one right now. I wondered what they'd think seeing me mounted behind him, his little brother fucking his ass like he fucked them. It made me go wild, I wanted to dominate his hole and make it mine for the night.

"Oh fuck, slow down, don't rush," my brother groaned.

I slowed and took my time, looking down and watching as my cock entered and left his body, stroke after stroke, thrust after thrust. If I knew telling him he had a beautiful ass would have got me here I would have done it a long time ago.

My brother was taller than me, more built, seeing him bent over his bed was amazing. Something I never imagined I'd get lucky enough to see. Next time I listen at the door as he fucks his girl I'll have this image in my head.

I pumped him steady and deep, holding on to his ass, watching it bouncing off of me with every thrust. All these years of staring at it, here I was with a close up view and it was wrapped around my cock and fuck did it felt great.

"I could get used to this," I told him, holding on to his shoulder and thrusting hard and deep.

"Yeah? Who says that I'll let you?" He replied.

"I don't know, I'm pretty sure you will," I said as I continued my assault in his hole.

"Oh?" He said and reached behind and pulled me into him and held me tight against his body. "One condition and I will," he's looking back at me as I was pressed against him.

"What?" I asked, almost desperate to know what it would take.

"Girlfriends, wives, whatever... We take this shit to the grave," he started. "Also, neither one of us gets to say no if the other one needs it, from now until we both agree to stop," he added.

"Deal!" I said before he was done talking.

"I'm not done! And you cum in me, and I'm going to cum in you," he told me, catching me off guard, he had a big dick, I don't know if I wanted anything to do with it.

"Uh," I stammered, my cock was hard as fuck in him, maybe this wasn't the time to make deals.

"Fine," he said and started to push me off.

"Fuck man, I've never taken cock," I told him and grabbed on to his hips to stay put.

"I'll teach you, you think I haven't craved your ass too?" he said letting me stay inside him. "Come on man, any time you want mine, it'll be yours. But sometimes I need to fuck too."

I took a deep breath and agreed, "fine but I'll try, but you got to be easy on me," I told him.

"I got you," he said and pushed back. "Now cum in me, seal the pact."

I held on to him tight and started pounding into his hole, feeling my cock getting the pleasure it needed. I felt my load building and before long I was warning him it was time.

"Fuck it in me, let me have your cum," he said so casually, as if that was a normal request between brothers.

"Jesus Christ, Gabe," I moaned and thrust in him, feeling my cock pop off inside of him.

My ball's emptied inside of my big brother's hole, creating a deal I wasn't sure I was ready for. All I knew is that I could cum a few times a day, so why not use him instead of my hand, anytime, can't say no. I just hope he was up for how much his ass was about to get used, and I hope he didn't want mine as much as I planned on using his.

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"Thank you, Andy. I've been hitting the gym pretty hard, lately." The mature sexy man said before he began to pose.

He raised his arms and put his hand behind his head, showing his pits, to highlight his biceps. He crunched his abs, so people could count them. He was wearing a yellow tiny speedo that made his thick quads stand out. Andy shifted his legs so the boner inside his own speedo wouldn't show, and applauded.

"Don't encourage him!" Exclaimed the young man's father. "He's been that cocky since highschool. He doesn't need anyone to cheer for him."

The two old friends began to banter under Andy's attentive glance. The Powells were visiting them at their beach house for the weekend. Andy had a crush on the older gentleman since he could recall and seeing him on the beach didn't soften the feeling. On the contrary, it was harder than ever.

That evening after dinner, the women went to bed earlier. Andy's parents slept in the master bedroom upstairs, and Andy had lent the Powells the smaller bedroom upstairs while he took the tiny room on the ground floor. The men stayed up playing poker and drinking a whiskey from Andy's father's collection that the boy hated, but he wanted to feel included so he pretended to drink slowly as the mature men downed glass after glass. A couple hours in, Andy's dad was quite drunk and decided to hit the sack, too. The young man and his crush, stayed awake for one last "drink", the hunky man clearly more tipsy than his companion.

"You have to tell me your secret, Mr. Powell." Andy said. "I go to the gym almost every day but I don't look like you. You're a beast!"

"I don't know what to tell you, kid." Answer the man. "I just follow instructions. I got a personal trainer and nutritionist that tells me what to eat and what exercises to do. He must know what he's doing because I've never been in better shape. But don't underestimate you, kid. You are in great shape, too. And your genetics didn't help, looking at your dads beer gut. Hahaha!!" He laughed at his joke.

"I definitely don't have a beer gut." Said Andy as he took off his tee shirt to show his flat stomach. "Let's see yours!" He encouraged the older man.

Mr. Powell, who loved attention didn't doubt for a second and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his physique.

"Looks like you beat me in the abs department, kid." Said Mr Powell. Andy's abs were more ripped than his. This was a little blow into the man's ego and his competitive side flourished. "But my arms are bigger". He showed his guns to Andy.

"Jesus Christ! They're enormous. Let me feel them." Andy didn't wait for an answer and circled one of the man's biceps with his hands. "Oh my god! I can't barely grab them."

Mr Powell loved to show up his progress and flexed stronger to Andy's delight. Andy kept caressing his father's friend's arms, even running his hands several times over his muscular chest, without the man perceiving this attention as anything more than interest in his physique. Andy was enjoying finally being able to touch his childhood crush like this, but now that he'd tried it, he wasn't going to settle for just that; he wanted more. Andy took a step back and flexed his arms to show his progress. Mr. Powell squeezed the young man's biceps with his large hands, just as he had done before. The contact of those hands sent blood to Andy's member, which began to slowly grow inside his underwear. Andy got bolder and pulled down his gym shorts, leaving him in just a pair of blue briefs. His bulge was clearly visible and filled the front of the underwear, but the older man didn't seem to notice.

"Let's compare legs, Mr Powell. I'm very proud of mine." Andy said.

Mr Powell was eager to win this impromptu competition and took off his pants. He was wearing loose-fitting striped boxers that covered more than the tiny swimsuit he wore at the beach. Andy was bummed when he saw them, but that didn't stop him from his mission. Andy flexed his left quad and slapped it a couple times to show the other man how strong it was. Mr Powell touched it with both palms, and felt the tightness of the muscles under the skin.

"Very impressive, kid, but let me show you how the pros do it". Mr Powell rolled up the leg of his underwear to reveal more of his leg and copied the young man's pose. Andy didn't hesitate and immediately knelt down to get a better feel of that thick thigh. He caressed it from the knee to the hip, even slipping his fingertips under the thin fabric to reach the groin. If the older man felt uncomfortable at any point, he didn't show it. Andy repositioned his boner inside his briefs so it wouldn't stretch the pouch obscenely.

"Ok, you win, old man. Now turn around and let me see those glutes". Ordered Andy.

"You're not winning that one, kid. Squats are my favourite!" Said Mr Powell while he obeyed the order. He posed, flexing his glutes, but the wide fabric of the boxers didn't allow to see the form very well.

"This underwear wasn't made for posing." Said Andy while pulling the waistband. "I can't see correctly."

In his drunken state, the mature man didn't seem to care about nudity and got rid of the underwear. Andy finally saw for the first time the ass he'd been dreaming about since he was thirteen. He grabbed each mount of muscle with one hand and methodically squished and traced every muscle and crevice. The moment the man got tired of flexing, Andy quickly spread his cheeks and saw the tight hole of his father's friend. He stood up and slapped the bubble but.

"Ok, big guy. Just one last thing to compare." Andy said.

Mr Powell turned around, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Andy answered the question by pulling down his underwear and letting his hard dick sprung free. Mr Powell's eyes opened wide with surprise. He didn't expect the son of his best friend to be so forward, and so well hung.

Over the years, it was true that he had caught Andy watching him and looking away as soon as he noticed, or prolonging a hug or handshake longer than necessary. The kid always paid close attention to his stories and at the table he always ended up next to him or across from him during meals. Mr. Powell had attributed it to youthful infatuation, a male role model in which he could see himself reflected, but it seemed that there was more to it. In front of him was no longer a child; there was a strong young man in all his naked glory with a huge hard-on pointing in his direction. The booze and all the attention and the caresses over his worked muscles had made the older man chub up a little, but nothing compared to his companion. That erection was the product of a horny young man's sexual arousal, and he couldn't deny that he himself had caused it.

"Listen, Andy... This... This is not right. We shouldn't... I'm not..." Mr Powell couldn't find the words. The alcohol was part of the problem, but the shock was the main culprit.

"Mr Powell. We're not doing anything. We're just comparing our progress." Said the young man naughtily. "But we can't compare our manhoods like this. You need to catch up."

Once he said that, Andy took the surprised Mr Powell's meat in his hand and began jerking him off. The mature man muffled a deep moan when he felt the hand off his best friend's son pleasuring his neglected cock. Although he went to the gym every day, his penis was a muscle he hadn't exercised in quite some time. Having that attractive young guy so interested in him, and the taboo of the situation brought out the the most basic instincts in him, and decided to let go.

Seeing that his prey wasn't resisting and that his prick was gradually hardening, Andy continued with his plan. He placed his father's friend's cock beside his own and grabbed them both with the same fist to masturbate them simultaneously. He was resisting to cum every second after feeling his crush's skin warm and moist against his. He looked up from the sword fight and he came face to face with the mature man, whose eyes were closed and mouth slightly open, panting with every movement of his hand. Without asking, Andy lunged forward and passionately kissed those desired lips. Mr. Powell was surprised again, but Andy was a very good kisser and he quickly succumbed, returning the kid's kiss. The kiss was lustful, rushed, hurried... A kiss unlike any he'd shared with his wife. A kiss that made the older man feel desired again and incredibly horny.

Andy saw how the man let him do whatever he wanted, and how he was now like putty in his hands. He decided to change his plan and be more aggressive. He stopped the kiss and pushed Mr. Powell down onto the sofa. He moved closer until his erect member was just inches from his father's friend's mouth and gently placed his palm on the man's cheek.

"You said that you achieved this body by following instructions. Let's see how good you are." Andy looked into the seasoned man's eyes intensely. Mr Powell swallowed. "Suck my cock, Mr Powell". Ordered the younger guy.

As if he was hypnotized, not caring about his wife or his best friend and father of his lover sleeping upstairs, Mr Powell obeyed and placed his tongue under the enormous dick. It was a very beautiful cock; perfectly proportioned with a shiny pink head and sinuous veins running along the shaft. Then, he circled the head with his lips and prepared to begin the first blowjob of his life. He mimicked what women had done to him in his youth, with a little extra spice from some porn videos. The younger man threw his head back and let out a deep groan as he placed his hands on the back of the other's head to guide his movements. The inexperienced older man opened his mouth and let his new lover guide him, shoving his gorgeous cock inch by inch into his mouth, deeper and deeper. He felt the tip hit the bottom of his throat and tried to hold back the urge to gag, but his inexperience became noticeable and he coughed, having to take it out. The horny college boy stroked his conquest cheek to comfort him and directed him back towards his cock, this time inserting it more gently so he could get used to it. The flavor and texture surprised his dad's best friend. He didn't dislike it, but it had a saltyness that took some getting used to.

After a new attempt at a deep throat that left Mr Powell with teary eyes, Andy decided to return the favour. He sat the older man on the couch and gave him one of his expert blowjobs. The older man couldn't stay silent as he sighed and moaned and praised how good his best friend's son was making him feel.

"Yes, baby! Suck that cock! Jesus! I haven't felt so good since college! Don't stop!" Mr Powell kept repeating.

"If you want me to make you feel real good, close your eyes and trust me, Mr Powell". Andy tempted him.

"We're not going to fuck tonight, Andy"

"I'm not talking about that, Mr Powell."

Curiosity got the best of the muscular man so he decided to close his eyes and relaxed. Andy was very happy to have finally seen and, above all, eaten the cock he had dreamed of since he was a teenager, but since he had seen his father's friend on the beach with the small yellow swimsuit squeezing his bubble butt, he could only think of one thing. He took advantage of the mature hunk's position and fiercely attacked his anus, devouring it like a dog throws itself at its food bowl when it's hungry. Mr. Powell was startled, but the sensation of pleasure Andy gave him was so great that he let him continue with his rimming.

After thoroughly lapping the tight ring, the horny youngster inserted his middle finger into the hole and searched for his prostate. When he found it and methodically massaged it, Mr Powell let out a small moan.

"What is that? That felt incredible!" Exclaimed the older man.

"That's your prostate, big guy. Enjoy the ride."

Andy worked the virgin hole for a while. He inserted one finger after another, lubricated with his saliva until it was open enough for the next step. Without saying anything to his father's friend, who was busy squirming with pleasure, he placed the tip of his hard missile at his entrance and pushed in until half of it was buried. Mr Powell opened his eyes, scared and surprised, and opened his mouth to say something, but with another thrust, the young bull pushed his cock balls deep. The mature man's breath got caught in his throat and he rolled his eyes as Andy enjoyed the warm sensation of victory after claiming his childhood crush's virginity. After waiting a few seconds, he began to thrust his cock in and out, making the older man moan again.

Mr Powell was having the best feeling in the world. Jolts of electricity run through his body from his ass that was being deeply fucked by his best friend's sexy son. The kid had been so sneaky and clever. He couldn't believe he had been seduced by him, but here he was: getting railed on a couch like some cheap whore while his wife and the kid's parents were sleeping upstairs, blissfully unaware. And he was loving every bit. The pleasure was so intense he was having trouble not to scream his moans and the taboo nature of the situation was making him so horny he didn't know how it was possible that he hadn't cum yet.

That situation was about to be remedied because Andy grabbed the man's throbbing cock and started to jerk it off. A couple of strokes were enough for all the pleasure that Mr Powell was experiencing to concentrate at the base of his meat and explode in a powerful geyser that smeared the muscular and tanned torso that he was constantly sculpting in the gym. With that exciting vision, Andy didn't stay behind and fired his load into the not so virgin, mature hole.

I rolled onto my side, my back to his chest, and he instinctively curled around me, his thick, hairy arm draping over my waist, fingers splaying just above the waistband of my sleep shorts. His breath was warm against the back of my neck, his lips brushing my skin every time he exhaled. The cabin was cold, but his body was a furnace, his tan skin radiant even in the dim glow of the fireplace’s dying embers.

“You’re tense,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep and something darker, something that made my stomach clench.

“I’m not,” I lied, but my body betrayed me, shifting back against him, my ass pressing into the thick, half-hard ridge of his cock through his boxers. He groaned, low and approving, his fingers flexing against my stomach before sliding down, just barely dipping beneath the fabric to tease the trail of dark hair leading to my cock.

“Liar,” he rumbled, nipping at my earlobe. “You’ve been squirming against me for ten minutes. Either you’re cold, or you’re hungry.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse jumping when his hand finally slipped inside my shorts, his calloused palm wrapping around my already hardening length. “Maybe both.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest into my back, his thumb swiping over the slick tip of my cock. “Then let me warm you up.”

Before I could answer, he rolled me onto my back, looming over me in the dim light, his golden hair tousled, his blue eyes dark with want. His muscles flexed as he braced himself above me, the hair on his chest and arms catching the firelight, making him look like some kind of rugged, sun-kissed god. I reached up, tangling my fingers in that thick blond hair, pulling him down until our lips crashed together.

He kissed like he fucked—deep, demanding, like he wanted to consume me. His tongue swept into my mouth, tangling with mine, his teeth nipping at my lower lip before soothing the sting with another slow, wet kiss. I moaned into him, arching up, my cock aching where it pressed against his stomach. He groaned in response, grinding down just enough to make my breath hitch.

“Fuck, you’re eager,” he growled, breaking the kiss just long enough to yank my shorts down my thighs, freeing my cock. It stood thick and flushed, pre-cum already beading at the tip. He licked his lips, his gaze locked on it before flicking up to meet mine. “Been thinking about this all day. About how tight you’d be when I finally got inside you.”

I whimpered, my hips jerking when he wrapped his fist around my shaft, stroking me slow and firm. “Dad, please—”

“Please what?” he teased, leaning down to lick a stripe up the side of my neck, his free hand sliding up to pinch my nipple, twisting just hard enough to make me gasp. “You want my mouth? Or my cock?”

“Both,” I breathed, my fingers clawing at his shoulders. “I want both.”

He smirked, that beautiful, wicked smile that never failed to make my stomach flip. “Greedy little thing.” But he didn’t argue. Instead, he shifted down, his lips trailing over my collarbone, my chest, his tongue swirling around one nipple before moving to the other, biting down just enough to make me cry out. His hand kept working my cock, his thumb smearing the pre-cum over the head, making the strokes slick and obscene.

“Look at you,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot. “Already leaking for me. You like that, don’t you? Liking being touched like this, like you’re mine.”

“Yours,” I gasped, my back arching off the bed when his teeth grazed over my abs, his tongue dipping into my navel before continuing lower. “Fuck, Dad—”

He didn’t let me finish. His mouth closed around the head of my cock, his lips sealing tight as he hollowed his cheeks, taking me deep. I moaned brokenly, my hands flying to his hair, gripping tight as he bobbed his head, his tongue swirling around the ridge before he pulled back, letting my cock pop free with an obscene wet sound.

“So fucking pretty,” he growled, stroking me with one hand while the other slid between my legs, his fingers teasing my balls before pressing farther back, circling my hole. “You’re gonna take me so well tonight. Gonna let me fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

I whined, my thighs trembling when he pressed a finger against my entrance, not breaching, just threatening. “Then do it,” I challenged, my voice breathless. “Stop teasing and fuck me.”

His eyes darkened, his grip on my cock tightening almost painfully before he let go, crawling up my body to crash his lips against mine again. I could taste myself on his tongue, salty and bitter, and it made my head spin. His fingers dug into my hips, flipping me onto my stomach before yanking me up onto my knees, my ass in the air, my face pressed into the pillow.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he growled, and then his mouth was on me again—not on my cock this time, but there, his tongue hot and wet as he dragged it over my hole. I jerked, a broken sound tearing from my throat as he did it again, his hands spreading my cheeks wide, exposing me completely to his hungry mouth.

“Oh, fuck—” I choked out, my fingers twisting in the sheets when his tongue pressed inside, fucking me with slow, deep strokes. He groaned against me, the vibration making my toes curl, my cock dripping onto the bed beneath me. His thumbs dug into the flesh of my ass, holding me open as he ate me out like a man starving, his tongue spearing into me before pulling back to circle my rim, teasing, teasing—

“Dad, please—” I begged, my voice cracking. “I need you inside me—”

He didn’t make me wait. I heard the sound of him spitting, then the slick slide of his fingers as he pressed one inside me, crooking it just right to make my back bow. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted, adding a second finger, scissoring them open as he worked me, his other hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Gonna feel so good around my cock.”

“Yes,” I hissed, pushing back against his fingers, my body aching with the need to be filled. “Now, fuck me now—”

He didn’t need to be told twice. The sound of his boxers hitting the floor was followed by the slick, obscene noise of him stroking his cock, then the blunt, heavy press of his tip against my hole. I held my breath as he pushed inside, my body resisting for only a second before giving way, stretching around his thick length inch by inch.

“Fuck—” he groaned, his hips flush against my ass, his cock buried to the hilt inside me. “You feel perfect.”

I couldn’t even form words, my mouth open in a silent gasp as I adjusted to the burn, the fullness, the rightness of him inside me. He gave me a second, his hands rubbing soothing circles on my back before he pulled out slowly, then snapped his hips forward, driving back in with a sharp slap of skin on skin.

“Oh, god—” I cried out, my cock throbbing between my legs, pre-cum dripping onto the sheets.

“That’s it,” he growled, his grip on my hips bruising as he set a punishing rhythm, his cock pistoning in and out of me, each thrust sending sparks up my spine. “Take it. Take all of it.”

I could only moan in response, my body rocking back to meet his thrusts, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the cabin, mixing with the wet, obscene noises of his cock fucking into me. His balls slapped against me with every deep stroke, his breath coming in ragged grunts as he fucked me harder, deeper, his fingers digging into my flesh like he wanted to brand me.

“You like that?” he panted, his voice rough. “Like being fucked like a slut?”

“Yes—” I gasped, my cock aching, my balls drawing up tight. “Fuck, yes—”

He groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, his cock swelling inside me. “Gonna make you come like this,” he grunted, his hand snaking beneath me to wrap around my shaft, stroking me in time with his thrusts. “Gonna fill you up while you shoot.”

That was all it took. My orgasm crashed over me, my cock pulsing in his grip as I came in thick, hot ropes, my body clenching around his cock as I cried out, my voice breaking. He groaned, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep, his cock twitching as he came inside me, his cum filling me up, dripping out around his shaft as he rode out the last waves of his climax.

For a long moment, neither of us moved, both of us breathing hard, our skin slick with sweat. Then he pulled out slowly, his cum spilling from me, and collapsed beside me, dragging me into his arms. His lips found mine in a slow, lazy kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth like he wanted to taste himself on me.

“Still think you’re not greedy?” he murmured against my lips, his hand sliding down to cup my ass, his fingers teasing my used hole.

I smirked, rolling onto my side to face him, my fingers tracing the hair on his chest. “Only for you.”

His smile was slow, satisfied, that beautiful curve of his lips that never failed to make my heart race. “Good answer.”

"Oh shit," I said sitting on the couch in his office.

We lived alone together so it wasn't a problem getting caught, just the possible guilt after the deed I guess.

"You said you wanted to see it," he laughed a bit nervously.

"I did, I mean I do," I said looking at his cock.

I didn't dare look up yet, I was too scared. For now it was just a cock, a nice cock, that's all. It wasn't Dads, it was just there, I tried to convince myself.

Without thinking I reached out and took hold of it and started stroking him. Shit, I was too horny to change my mind or think any differently.

"Oh," Dad said under his breath.

I couldn't help but to look up at him when I heard him. He had a face I had never seen on him, he was in the same boat I was horny and couldn't think. We connected eyes and he blushed and smiled, I did the same.

"It's big," I said jerking him off, my heart beating fast.

"You like it?" He asked me.

I nodded yes and opened my mouth and looked up at him and let him make the next move. He pointed it towards me and put it in my mouth. I closed and felt the feel and taste of my own father for the first time as he let out a sigh.

"Jesus, Matt," he said as I began to suck. "This is crazy."

I agreed but my mouth was full to properly respond. Instead I began to suck my Dad and gave into the fact that this was happening and it was going to be okay.

I sucked and bobbed all over him, going hard and fast as I couldn't help myself. I needed cock and it didn't matter who's it was.

"Matt, I'm not going to last..." was all I heard before a flood of cum filled my mouth and I naturally gulped down. "Oh god!" Dad moaned.

It fucking tasted amazing, sweet and salty, just the way I liked. I moved my hand up and down as I milked him for all he had, a truly big load that was exactly what I wanted.

It ran down my chin as I kept going until he got too sensitive to keep going.

"Crap," I said as I pulled off and took deep breaths.

"You good?" Dad asked, concerned with what we had done.

"I'm great," I said, and grabbed his cock again and licked and played with it some more. "This happening is perfect, for both of us," I told him. "You okay?"

"Morning," I greet, my voice already thick with desire. He turns, a smirk playing on his lips. He knows the effect he has on me.

"Morning, son," he replies, his gaze flicking down to my tented boxers. "Looks like someone's happy to see me."

I chuckle, "Always, Dad. Always." I lean against the counter, my eyes never leaving his. "What's on the agenda for today?"

He sets his mug down, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, I was thinking we could start with you bending me over this counter."

My cock twitches at the suggestion. "Is that so?" I ask, pushing off the counter and stepping closer to him. "And what makes you think I want to do that?"

He leans in, his breath hot on my ear. "Because I know you, son. I know you love fucking me, and I know you love it when I talk dirty to you."

I groan, my hands finding his hips. "You're right, Dad. I do."

He turns, his back to my front, and I press my cock against his ass. He grinds against me, a low moan escaping his lips. "Fuck, son. You're already so hard."

"Always for you, Dad," I murmur, my hands moving to his chest, my fingers playing with his nipples. He gasps, his head falling back against my shoulder.

"Fuck, that feels good," he moans. I continue to tease his nipples, my other hand moving down to his towel, pulling it open. His cock springs free, already hard and leaking.

"Looks like someone's ready for me," I say, my hand wrapping around his cock. He groans, his hips moving in time with my strokes.

"Fuck, son. You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up."

I chuckle, my hand moving to his ass, my fingers slipping between his cheeks. "Not yet, Dad. Not until I'm inside you."

He shudders, his breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck, son. You know just how to talk to me."

I spin him around, my mouth crashing down on his. Our tongues clash, our teeth click. It's a messy, desperate kiss, filled with years of pent-up desire. I pull back, my breath ragged. "Get on the counter, Dad. On your back."

He complies, his eyes never leaving mine. I grab the lube from the drawer, my eyes never leaving his body. I squirt some onto my fingers, my eyes locked with his as I bring them to his ass.

"Fuck, son," he moans as I push a finger inside him. "Your fingers are so fucking big."

"And you love it, don't you, Dad?" I say, adding another finger, scissoring them inside him. He moans, his head falling back.

"Fuck, yes. I love it, son. I love everything you do to me."

I continue to stretch him, my other hand stroking his cock. He's leaking profusely now, his cock twitching in my hand. "You ready for my cock, Dad?" I ask, my voice hoarse with desire.

"Fuck, yes, son. Give it to me. I need your cock inside me."

I pull my fingers out, lining my cock up with his hole. I push in slowly, giving him time to adjust to my size. He moans, his hands gripping the edge of the counter.

"Fuck, son. You're so big. You're stretching me so fucking good."

I start to move, my hips snapping forward. "Fuck, Dad. Your ass is so tight. It feels so fucking good."

"Harder, son. Fuck me harder," he moans, his eyes locked with mine. I comply, my hips slamming into him, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the room.

"Fuck, Dad. I'm not gonna last," I groan, my fingers digging into his hips.

"Cum inside me, son. Fill me up," he moans, his hand wrapping around his cock, stroking in time with my thrusts.

"Fuck, Dad. I'm cumming," I groan, my cock pulsing inside him. He moans, his hand moving faster on his cock.

"Fuck, son. I'm cumming too," he groans, his cock pulsing in his hand, cum shooting onto his stomach.

I collapse on top of him, our bodies slick with sweat. "Fuck, Dad. That was amazing," I murmur, my lips finding his in a soft kiss.

These are Ramos, my roommate, and me, before everything happened. He was my best friend and we were always together. We had the same major, and were studying to be physical therapists. We liked the same stuff; watched anime together, went rock climbing... We joked that we were like a couple without the sex. We were your typical gym bros. Always in the gym, making protein shakes in the morning, meal prepping for the week. I loved working on my arms and chest while his favourite day was leg day. We work hard, but we played hard and you could've found us partying all night on the weekends. We both got girlfriends. His was called Amy. She was very traditional, with christian values. A bit of a prude. Blonde, very pretty, huge tits. He was into tits. Mine was Vanessa. A crazy but sexy brunette latina. She was wild in the sack. I was in love with her. She'd been the first girl who'd let me put my dick in her ass and I got hooked. That tight embrace was like nothing I had ever felt. We had sex every day. Sometimes even two times a day. Life was good. That was until Vanessa dumped me.

She cheated on me one night out, with a black dude "with a huge dick", according to her, and the next morning we broke up. I was devastated. I felt emasculated and all my insecurities from when I was a chubby highschool kid came back. I got a little depressed and didn't go out of my room for a few days. At the same time, I had got used to fuck every day so I was incredibly horny. Sad and horny was a weird combination because the only thing that calmed me was jacking off. I masturbated three or four times a day. On top of that, I barely showered for a week so the apartment reeked. Ramos talked to me about it.

"Bro, you have to get out. You can't be here all day whining and beating your meat." He caught me a couple of times. "And the apartment smells like a locker room. I have enough ball sweat at the gym without coming home and having to smell your musk everywhere. Open a window and take a shower for the love of God!!!" He was pissed.

"Dude, I'm crushed. She dumped me for another dude just because his dick was bigger. I feel like crap! Leave me alone!" I shouted.

"Omar, bro, I've seen you in the showers. If that dude had a bigger dick than you, he is a monster. She just wanted to hurt you because you cheated with that dancer." He comforted me.

"Do you think she knows about that?" It never occurred to me that Vanessa knew about my affairs.

"Bro. You're a slut who found another slut and have been happy for a few months. But in the end you knew this would happen. One of you would eventually get tired of it and leave with someone who's more of a slut. The only problem is that she was first." He told me all of this with his hand on my shoulder and a reassuring tone. It hurt a little, but deep down I knew he was right.

"Ok, you might be right, but the bitch fucked me every day and now I crave sex all the time. I have to jerk off or I'll go crazy."

"What you need is to get laid. Go out with me and Amy and some of her coworkers. They're hot and I'm sure one of them would hook up with you."

It sounded like a good idea. I showered and cleaned my room and I worked myself out at the gym the rest of the week. On Friday, I went out with my roommate and met his girlfriend's friends, ready to get back my mojo. But it didn't work out as I expected. I don't know if they could smell my desperation or if I came out too strong, none of them were receptive to my advances. I went back home that night and jerked off furiously two loads over my tatted pecs and washboard abs.

The next few weeks weren't better. Ramos was still trying to hook me up with any girl that he knew but nothing seemed to work. I couldn't score any pussy so I continued masturbating constantly. I wasn't sad anymore so my hygiene and the apartment were more presentable. Sadly, my continuous self pleasing made me bored of normal porn so I began to search for kinkier and raunchier things.

One evening, I was alone because Ramos went out with his girlfriend. I decided to take the living room for myself and watch porn on the big screen instead of my phone. A couple nights back I found a page I really liked. Searching for videos where two guys double penetrated a girl, I came across one where suddenly the dudes started kissing each other and suddenly one had his dick inside the other's ass. The guy had such an amazing ass. Round but muscular. And his hole looked so tight. It made me remember fucking Vanessa's. I came so hard when the dude getting fucked moaned like a bitch. I was surprised but soon hooked. That evening I went directly to the page where the video was from and clicked into another one. I laid on the sofa completely naked and began jacking off as soon as I clicked play.

A few minutes later, the screen was showing me the girl sucking both the guys at the same time. I was so into it that I barely registered the front door opening.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!" A high pitched voice screamed behind me. I turned around startled and found Amy watching the screen with horror and my friend behind her with a surprise expression on his face. "For the love of God! That's disgusting! There's no way we're having sex in this house with your pervert of a roommate jerking off to porn in the other room. Or worse! Listening to us doing it!" They stormed out, slamming the door behind them, while she continued shouting things I couldn't understand. I paused the video but after a few minutes I resumed my activities after no-one came back.

The door opened again when one of the men was rimming the other guy's asshole. I paused the video again, ready for more girl screams but only my roommate was at the doorframe.

"Bro, what the fuck! You just cockblocked me!" He shouted. He looked pissed. "You know how Amy doesn't let me smash often, and the one night she is horny and told me to come back to my place, we found you blasting porn on the TV! What the hell!!"

"I'm so sorry, bro. I just thought I had the house to myself and got comfortable."

"Well, your comfort just cost me a good fuck. You need to stop this. You aren't like this. I remember you told me you didn't enjoy porn that much."

"Well, I didn't. But, since Vanessa broke up with me I'm so horny only hardcore porn helps. Besides, you promised me to find me an easy hole to fuck and I'm still waiting." I complained.

"Bro. I, know. But I have no other bitches to introduce you to." He told me as he plopped down on the couch next to me.

"Bro, what're you doing? I'm naked and hard, here." I was covering my junk with a cushion but underneath it all, it remained completely erect.

"Whatever, bro. I'm not getting blue balls because of you. You cost me a fick, the least you can do is let me watch your porn. What are we watching?" He took his shirt off and pulled his jeans down to his ankles. He was wearing a pair of grey boxer briefs that revealed a huge bulge, which he immediately began to rub shamelessly.

I got into panic mode because I suddenly remembered that I was watching bi porn. Ramos was very open-minded but I wasn't sure how he was going to take the fact that his best friend was watching two guys fuck.

"Ok, don't freak out." I tried to calm myself and him. "A couple nights ago I found a page with bi videos and it turned me on a lot. So I'm watching that."

"That's fine, bro. I like when the girls play with each other."

"No, bro. Not that kind of bi porn. They're two dudes that fuck eachother."

My friend looked at me very seriously and thought his next words carefully.

"Omar. Are you gay? It's ok if you are. I'm just shocked!"

"No, bro. I'm not gay. I just... I came upon it by chance and when the guy put his cock inside the other guy... Pfff. I found it so hot. It was a great ass! I don't know what happened but I got hooked."

He mediated for a few seconds before responding.

"Ok, I get it. It doesn't surprise me too much. You're an ass man and you always say how much you liked anal with Vanessa. I guess it's a normal progression." I was surprised with how well he took the information. "Play it, so we can see if I like it too."

I smiled and started the video again. The man licked the other one's hole from the taint up and he moaned. I grabbed my dick under the pillow but I was still shy to openly jerk off in front of my buddy. We quietly touched ourselves as the scene continued. Then, Ramos spoke.

"Have you ever had your ass eaten?" He asked.

"No. I don't think girls do that". I answered, surprised.

"Well, if they're kinky enough." He said smirking.

"Have you got your ass eaten?"

"Remember Becca?" I nodded. She was a girl he dated for a couple of months before Amy. "She liked to eat my ass and it felt great. I miss it because there's no way I can ask Amy to do it."

"That's wild, bro!" I laughed.

We kept watching the porno and soon after, Ramos took his underwear off. I had seen him naked in the shower many times but never hard. His dick was pretty big, but above all, extremely thick. His hand didn't circle the base completely. That gave me the courage to take the cushion off.

"Damm, bro! That thing is huge!" Exclaimed my friend looking amazed at my hard cock. "It doesn't look that big in the locker room. You're a grower and a shower."

I laughed. It was true that I had a big dick. That's why I enjoyed anal so much. I can sink it as deep as I like.

As the scene continued, we got to the part where the dude started to fuck the other one while the girl watched fingering her pussy. On the corner of my eye, I saw how Ramos shifted his weight and his arms moved differently. I turned my head curiously to see what he was doing. He kept rubbing his pole up and down in his right fist but his legs were spread open and hi was circling his asshole with the tip of his fingers. It was glistening, I guessed he had licked his fingers before. My suspicions were confirmed when a moment later he sucked and savoured his fingers before bringing them back to rub his hole. He had a soft layer of damp hair around his puckered pink entrance. I was seeing my best friend under a new light I never thought possible. He was a sexy, fucker. I knew that already. But I suddenly realised that all those hours at the squat rack had given him a big juicy ass.

"Do you always do that jerking off?" I asked without missing a single movement of his fingers.

"Yeah." He moaned. "It makes me shoot so hard." He took a deep breath and pushed a finger through his sphincter. He started to finger himself like the woman in the video. Before I realised, he had two fingers up his ass. "Becca tried more than licking my hole." He confessed. "She knew how to massage my prostate while she sucked me. I have tried to do it to myself but it is hard to reach this way."

"It looks hot." I said without thinking.

Ramos smiled. "Like the video, huh?"

"Hotter." I answered.

My friend and I looked into each other's eyes as we kept masturbating. Our breathing Was heavy and short. Sweat was beginning to form over our skin.

"Do you like what you see, Omar?" He whispered sensuality. I nodded. "Since you owe me a fuck, and I owe you a hole... Do you think you'd like to try and put your dick in my ass?"

I was too horny to think straight, too desperate to decline sex, and my friend's ass looked so good, and his hole surely felt so tight...

"Do you think it's a good idea, bro?" I asked with the last spark of lucidity I got.

"I don't care." Said my roommate, getting on all fours.

His round muscular ass hypnotized me. I took the bottle of lube I was using and spurted a generous amount on my steel hard rod and over Ramos' ass. His hole contracted when the cold liquid made contact. I pushed a finger inside to better spread the lube. It went in like butter. It was so hot and tight. The velvety feeling I had missed for so long was at the tip of my finger. I introduced a second one, without too much resistance. And then a third. That one was more difficult but soon I was going in and out with no problem. My friend's moans mixed with the ones on the screen.

"Bro, put it in, please!" He pleaded. I complied.

I teased his hole with my tip a few times and then pushed inside until he let out sigh. I stopped to let him get used to my girth and to calm myself because I was on the verge of cumming already. Once his walls relaxed enough, he gave me the ok to keep going. Inch by inch, I buried my big cock balls deep, my favourite feeling in the world. Ramos turned his head and looked at me.

"This feels amazing. Fuck me, bro!"

And I did. I started slow but I wasn't very patient and my friend's moans encouraged me to go faster. Soon, I was drilling my roommate's ass with all my pent up frustration and judging by his whimpering and cursing, he was loving the shit out of it. His broad back occupied almost my entire field of vision. I stroked it, marveling on his strong muscles, flexing unde his skin. I grabbed his shoulders to give me more leverage and fucked him deeper. One of my more energetic rams made him lose balance and his knee fell from the edge of the couch.

"Maybe if I lay on my back?" He suggested.

I nodded automatically. I was in a trance, not thinking about anything but releasing all my sexual tension and nutting any way possible.

Ramos positioned himself and grabbed his thick legs by his chest. He showed me his hole, now red and loose after my assault. As soonas he gave me permission to continue, I plunged my cock and fucked him harder than before. Now my vision had changed and I could see his face as I fucked him. He had the same expression as the guys in the videos I had been watching. His eyes rolling up, his mouth parted open, sexy small moans scraping between his teeth. I looked dow and saw his thick meat hard as a rock over his stomach glistening with precum. I grabbed it in my fist without thinking. It was so much thicker than mine. I started to jack him off as I continued fucking him with all that I had. I felt his cock jump on my hand. He opened his eyes wide.

"STOP!" I didn't stopped. "Omar, if you don't I'm gona... FUCK! I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming. I'M CUMMING!" A powerful jet emerged from his dick, crossing his face and landing on the backrest of the couch. Another one shot right into his opened mouth and a lot more painted his torso perly white. A nice contrast to his tanned skin. The hot vision and the contractions of his sphincter on my dick pushed my over the edge. I pulled out and after just two tugs I came so hard that my mind went blank for a second. When I recover consciousness, I saw my friend's face much more covered in jizz than before.

We stayed there, still, slowly catching our breath as we looked into each other's eyes. I suddenly realized what we had done. I saw my best friend glowing with bliss and covered in the product of our pleasure. I realise what he had done for me, what my wellbeing and our friendship meant for him, and what he meant to me. I leaned down and kissed him. He parted his lips and pushed his tongue to met mine. It was a passionate kissbut also tender and full of meaning. When we stopped, we didn't speak for a while after I laid on the couch beside him. He was the first one to speak.

"That was so good."

"It was amazing. I honestly think it was the best sex of my life." I confessd.

"I've never cum this hard!" He added.

"You came so hard!" I laughed.

"You're the one to talk!" We both laughed.

"Was it good enough to repeat it, sometime?" I asked, coy.

"It was so good, I would do it every day." He answered looking deep into my eyes.

"I love you, bro." I blurted. Meaning every word.

"I love you, bro." He repeated.

“Woah...” I said under the breath, the place was empty except for Derek. He grinned at me, swinging his meaty legs.

“Hey there, what brings such a cute guy into a place like this.” He said in his Texan accent.

“Ha ha, I came to pick up my old man. Where is he? And what are you doing shirtless? Where’s everyone else?”

He got up and tossed the pool cue on the table and walked towards me, bouncing his tits, enticing me to touch him; “What’s wrong Jon, ain’t seeing something you like?”

“Uh, yeah, you’re nice eye candy but that doesn’t answer where my dad is or where the rest of your buddies went. Come on man, what’s going on?”

“Well...” he said so close to me that I could smell the beer in his breath and feel the heat he was emanating from his upper body, “your dad is actually on his way home, he wasn’t being belligerent or nothing, just needed an excuse for you to come over. There’s no one here except us two. I told Samuel that I would close the bar.”

“Okay. So, why did you want me to come?”

“Now, a smart fella like you with his college degrees can use context clues to figure out why I wanted you to come.” He backed away a bit and stood in front of me, smiling, bouncing his pecs, slightly flexing his muscles.

“Derek...” I began to say and he walked back towards me and put up his fingers up to my mouth.

“Shhh...don’t say anything. Jon, I know how you feel about me and I feel the same way.”

I looked at him and fuck if he wasn’t reading my mind. I wanted this but it was wrong. He was my dad’s best friend. He was married and had a kid that was around my age.

“Derek, you’re married and have a son my age.”

He stopped looking at me directly and began to look at my body. I was not as impressive as him but he admired my body. He ran his hands on my arms, down my torso, looking at me before grabbing my bulge which was hard.

“Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll leave you alone, kid. Tell me you don’t want to take me on the pool table and I’ll leave with only a bruised ego.” He continued to lightly massage my cock. My eyes were closed, letting him fondle me. I could feel his breath again on my neck before I felt him licking me, kissing my neck, nuzzling his head in the space between my ear and shoulder.

“Fuck, I do want to just bend you over and give you the hardest fuck but dammit, I don’t want to be a home wrecker.”

He had his belt and pants already unbuttoned when I opened my eyes and look, no underwear. He slowly pulled his jeans down. He pulled himself from me and looked at me, “I still haven’t heard a ‘no’ from you. Look how hot you got me. Come on Jon, help me out here.” He turned around and showed me his muscled ass, his pants were around his ankles as he swayed that ass from side to side. I was weak, mesmerized, hypnotized by that ass. When I realized what I was doing, it was too late. I was already on my knees with my face deep in his pink hole. I began to lap at that hole like a man starved. He was moaning and groaning, urging me to eat him out, to get him nice and wet. My hands were parting those two glorious globes as my tongue continued to slick that hole with my spit. Soon, he was urging for something bigger.

“You got me aching for it, Jon. I need you in me buddy. Give me your cock.”

“I’m crazy for doing this.” I said as I began to undo my pants and pull down my underwear, unleashing my 9inch cock.

“Come on kid, you got me where you want me. I’m hot and needy. Fuck that ass.”

“Brace yourself cowboy.”

He grabbed the sides of the table, stuck his ass out and urged me to stick it in. Soon, I was completely in and I had myself a loud cowboy on the pool table begging me to take him.

“Fuck me, yeah, take that hole. Make it yours, buddy. Fuck yes, take my ass Jon, take that fucking hole man.”

“How long have you been dick deprived, man?”

“Too damn long. I need a hard fucking, give me more.”

I pulled out and had him flip over. He brought his legs up, and I grabbed his ankles and put them on my right shoulder with his cowboy boots and pants around his ankles. He took off his hat and tossed it to the side before I was back in his hole. When he felt me in, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he began to moan again. He began to play with his pecs, pinching his nipples.

“I’m getting close to cumming Derek.”

“Where do you want your load to go, Jon.”

“I want to breed you, have my boys in that hot hole when you go to bed tonight.”

“Aww fuck kid, yes, load me up.”

“I’m cumming!”

“Come on, breed me stud.”

Soon, I loaded him up and in the process, he came all over his abs. I continued fucking him slowly, making sure to push my load deeper in his ass. He had a smile on his face as he began to swirl his load on his stomach.

“That was exactly what I needed. Thanks kid.”

“No problem.”

“We should do this again and maybe next time, you will let me take that load in my mouth.”

I pulled out and helped lower his legs from my very tired shoulder. I gave him my hand to help him off the pool table, leaving a sweat stain on it.

“Fuck, I’ll have to pay Samuel to have this thing cleaned.”

“Speaking of cleaning...” I pushed him to his knees and he looked up at me expectantly, “how about you taste yourself on my cock.”

“Fine by me.” He took my cock in easier in his mouth, sucking me off like a pro. When he was satisfied with his job, he came up and gave me a quick kiss.

“I taste good.” He reached down, tugged at my spent dick and began to pull up his pants.

“So what next?” I asked.

“Well...” he buckled his belt and reached back for his cowboy hat, “You give me a ride home since my ride left hours ago.”

“And after that?”

“You come inside, I give you some food, you fuck me again and in the morning, you can get your dick sucked...if you do a nice job fucking a load out of me.”

“That’s nice but what about your wife and son.”

“They went to visit her family out of state. I have the house all to my self.”

While I still didn’t want to be a home wrecker, my dick took control and I grabbed him and made out with him.

“Get your shirt big boy, I can’t wait to Fuck that daddy ass again.”

“That’s good to hear buddy, because daddy is hooked on that dick.” He went behind the bar and put on his black T-shirt on. Once we made it to the car he grabbed my dick through my pants, “Say, how about I blow you until we get home.”

“How far do you live from here?” He miles broadly, lowered my zipper and fished out my dick, “30 minutes, kid. Just, drive safely while I suck on this beauty.”

My breath hitched.

Derek.

My brother.

He hadn’t told me he was coming home.

The camo speedos clung to his thighs, the fabric stretched obscenely tight over the bulge between his legs, the outline of his cock already half-hard, pressing against the thin material. His black hiking boots were still laced up, the soles caked with dried mud, like he’d just walked in from some godforsaken training exercise and decided this was how he’d greet me. The camo hat was tilted low, but I could see the dark stubble dusting his sharp jaw, the way his chest rose and fell with slow, deliberate breaths.

I should’ve said something. Anything. But my tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth, my pulse hammering in my throat as my eyes traced the thick veins snaking up his forearms, the way his abs flexed when he shifted slightly, the dark trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of those fucking speedos.

Then he moved.

Just a tilt of his head, his dark eyes locking onto mine from beneath the brim of his hat. A slow, knowing smirk curled his lips.

“Took you long enough, little brother,” he rumbled, his voice rough, like gravel under boots. “Miss me?”

I swallowed hard. “You—you didn’t tell me you were coming home.”

Derek chuckled, low and dark, as he sat up, the muscles in his arms bunching. “Didn’t think I needed to. This is my place too, isn’t it?” His gaze dragged down my body, slow and deliberate, like he was undressing me with his eyes. “Or did you forget?”

I had forgotten. Forgotten how big he was—how his presence filled a room, how the air seemed to thicken whenever he was near. Forgotten how his voice could make my stomach clench, how the scent of him—sweat and gun oil and something uniquely Derek—could make my cock twitch in my slacks.

“No,” I managed, my voice tighter than I intended. “I didn’t forget.”

His smirk deepened. “Good.” He patted the couch beside him, the invitation clear. “Come sit. Tell me how your boring little life’s been while I’ve been gone.”

I hesitated. This was dangerous. Stupid. But my feet moved anyway, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I perched on the edge of the couch, careful not to touch him, but the heat radiating off his body was everywhere, seeping into my skin.

Derek leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re tense, baby brother. Something wrong?”

I shivered. “You’re naked on my couch.”

“Not naked,” he corrected, his fingers brushing against my thigh, just above my knee. “Just… comfortable.” His thumb traced slow circles, inching higher, higher—

I jerked back. “Derek—”

“Relax,” he murmured, his hand sliding up to grip my hip, pulling me closer. “You used to love it when I touched you.”

My breath came faster. “That was years ago.”

“So?” His lips grazed the shell of my ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe. “You think I forgot how you moaned for me? How you begged for it?”

A whimper escaped me before I could stop it.

Derek groaned, his cock twitching against the speedos. “Fuck, I missed that sound.” His hand slid around to cup my ass, squeezing hard. “Missed you.”

I should’ve pushed him away. Should’ve told him this was wrong, that we couldn’t—

But then his mouth was on mine.

Not gentle. Not hesitant. His lips crashed against mine, his tongue forcing its way past my teeth, claiming me like he owned me. I gasped, my hands flying to his chest—but instead of shoving him back, my fingers curled into the thick hair there, pulling him closer.

Derek growled into the kiss, his free hand tangling in my hair, tilting my head back so he could deepen it, his tongue stroking mine in slow, possessive sweeps. “That’s it,” he murmured against my lips. “Let me remind you how good this feels.”

I was drowning in him. In the taste of him—whiskey and something dark and masculine—in the way his body pressed against mine, all hard muscle and heat. His cock was fully hard now, the thick length straining against the speedos, the head peeking out from the waistband, already glistening with pre-cum.

I broke the kiss with a gasp. “We—we can’t—”

“Why not?” His hand slid down to palm my cock through my slacks, his thumb pressing against the head. “You’re hard for me, baby brother. Your little cock is aching for it.”

I whimpered, my hips jerking involuntarily into his touch. “Derek, please—”

“Please what?” His voice was a dark purr, his lips trailing down my throat, his teeth scraping against my pulse point. “Please fuck you? Please make you come?” His hand squeezed my cock, just enough to make me gasp. “Or please stop?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

Because the truth was, I didn’t want him to stop.

Derek didn’t wait for an answer.

With a growl, he shoved me back against the couch, his body covering mine, his weight pinning me down. His mouth crashed back onto mine, his kiss bruising, his tongue fucking into my mouth like he was already inside me. I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, his hips grinding against mine, his cock rubbing against my thigh. “Always so fucking perfect for me.”

I arched beneath him, my own cock throbbing, pre-cum dampening my slacks. “Derek—”

“Shh.” His lips trailed down my throat, his teeth nipping at my collarbone. “Let me take care of you.”

His hands were everywhere—tugging at my shirt, yanking it over my head, his calloused fingers tracing the lines of my chest, my abs, before dipping beneath the waistband of my slacks. I gasped as his fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking me slowly, his thumb swiping over the slick head.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “So hard for me. So needy.”

I whimpered, my hips bucking into his touch. “Please—”

“Please what, baby brother?” His voice was a dark tease, his fingers tightening around my cock. “You want me to suck you? Want me to fuck you?”

“Yes—fuck—yes—”

Derek chuckled, low and dark, before his mouth crashed back onto mine, his kiss swallowing my moans. His hand worked my cock in slow, torturous strokes, his thumb circling the head, spreading the pre-cum slicking my shaft.

Then his lips were trailing down my chest, his tongue flicking over my nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive buds. I cried out, my back arching off the couch, my cock twitching in his grip.

“That’s it,” he murmured against my skin. “Let me hear you.”

His mouth moved lower, his tongue tracing the V of my hips, his breath hot against my cock. I whimpered, my fingers tangling in his hair, my hips lifting off the couch, begging for it.

And then—

Fuck.

His mouth was on me.

His lips wrapped around the head of my cock, his tongue swirling over the slit, lapping up the pre-cum. I cried out, my fingers tightening in his hair, my hips jerking up, fucking into his mouth.

“Derek—fuck—”

He groaned around my cock, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls. His hands gripped my hips, holding me down as he took me deeper, his throat relaxing around the head, his lips sealing tight around the shaft.

“Oh god—” I gasped, my head falling back against the couch, my eyes squeezing shut. “Derek, I’m gonna—”

He pulled off with a wet pop, his hand stroking my cock, his thumb pressing against the underside. “Not yet, baby brother,” he murmured, his voice rough. “I want you to last.”

I whimpered, my cock throbbing in his grip, my balls already tight, aching for release.

Derek chuckled, dark and knowing, before his mouth was back on me, his tongue swirling around the head, his lips sealing tight as he took me deep again. His hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently, his fingers pressing against the sensitive skin behind them.

“Fuck—Derek—” I gasped, my hips jerking up, my cock hitting the back of his throat. “I can’t—I can’t—”

He pulled off again, his hand stroking me fast, his thumb circling the head. “You can,” he murmured, his voice a dark command. “You will.”

Then his mouth was back on me, his lips sealing tight, his throat opening around the head as he took me deep, his nose pressing against my pubes. I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair, my hips bucking up, fucking his mouth.

“Derek—fuck—I’m gonna—”

He groaned around my cock, the vibration sending me over the edge.

I came with a cry, my cock pulsing in his mouth, my cum shooting down his throat. Derek swallowed around me, his throat working, his lips sealed tight as he milked every last drop from me.

When I finally collapsed back against the couch, spent and trembling, Derek pulled off with a wet pop, his lips glistening with my cum. He licked his lips, his dark eyes locked onto mine, a slow, satisfied smirk curling his mouth.

“Good boy,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Now it’s my turn.”

Derek didn’t give me time to recover.

Before I could even catch my breath, he was on his feet, his hands gripping the waistband of his speedos, yanking them down in one rough motion. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head already slick with pre-cum, the veins throbbing along the shaft.

I stared.

Fuck, he was huge.

Bigger than I remembered. Bigger than anyone I’d ever seen. The head was broad, the shaft thick, the base surrounded by a thatch of dark, coarse hair. His balls were heavy, drawn up tight, already slick with pre-cum.

“Like what you see, baby brother?” Derek’s voice was a dark purr, his hand wrapping around his cock, stroking it slowly. “Missed this, didn’t you?”

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “Derek—”

“Get on your knees,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I hesitated—just for a second—but then I was sliding off the couch, dropping to my knees in front of him, my hands resting on his thighs. His cock was right there, the head brushing against my lips, the scent of him—musky and male—filling my senses.

“That’s it,” Derek murmured, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding me closer. “Open up for me.”

I parted my lips, my tongue darting out to taste the pre-cum beading at the tip. Salty. Musky. Him.

Derek groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Fuck, yeah. Just like that.”

I took him into my mouth, my lips sealing around the head, my tongue swirling over the slit. He was so big, his cock stretching my lips, filling my mouth, the head pressing against the back of my throat.

“Deeper,” he growled, his hips rocking forward, his cock sliding further into my mouth. “Take me deeper, baby brother.”

I relaxed my throat, letting him in, my nose pressing against his pubes, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, my eyes watering, but I didn’t pull back. I couldn’t.

“Fuck, yes,” Derek groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair, his hips rocking forward, fucking my mouth. “Just like that. Take my cock, baby brother. Take it all.”

I moaned around him, the vibration making his cock twitch in my mouth. His pre-cum was everywhere, slicking my lips, my tongue, dripping down my chin. I swallowed around him, my throat working, my hands gripping his thighs, my nails digging into his skin.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his voice rough. “You love this, don’t you? Love sucking my cock.”

I moaned again, the sound muffled around his shaft, my own cock twitching, already half-hard again.

Derek chuckled, dark and knowing. “Greedy little slut, aren’t you?” His hips rocked faster, his cock fucking my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin. “You want me to come, don’t you? Want me to fill your mouth?”

I whimpered, my fingers digging into his thighs, my throat relaxing around him, begging for it.

“Fuck—yes—” Derek groaned, his cock twitching, his hips stuttering. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna come—”

His cock pulsed, the first rope of cum shooting down my throat. I swallowed around him, my throat working, my lips sealed tight as he filled me, his cum hot and thick, dripping down my chin.

“Fuck—” Derek groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into my mouth. “Take it. Take it all, baby brother.”

I did.

I swallowed every last drop, my throat working, my lips sealed tight around his cock until he finally pulled back with a wet pop, his cock slipping from my mouth, slick and spent.

Derek looked down at me, his dark eyes burning, his chest heaving. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough. “But we’re not done yet.”

Before I could even catch my breath, Derek was hauling me to my feet, his mouth crashing onto mine, his tongue fucking into my mouth, the taste of him—salty and musky—filling my senses.

I moaned into the kiss, my hands gripping his shoulders, my cock hard again, pressing against his thigh.

Derek growled, his hands gripping my ass, lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, my cock trapped between our bodies, aching for friction.

“Bedroom,” he ordered, his voice rough. “Now.”

I didn’t argue.

He carried me down the hall, his mouth never leaving mine, his tongue fucking into my mouth like he owned me. When we reached the bedroom, he tossed me onto the bed, his body covering mine, his cock hard again, pressing against my thigh.

“On your hands and knees,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I obeyed.

I rolled onto my stomach, pushing up onto my hands and knees, my ass in the air, my cock hard, dripping pre-cum onto the sheets.

Derek groaned, his hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. “Fuck, look at you,” he murmured, his voice rough. “So fucking perfect for me.”

I whimpered, my hips rocking back, begging for it.

Derek chuckled, dark and knowing, before his hand came down on my ass with a sharp smack.

I cried out, my back arching, my cock twitching.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, his hand rubbing the sting away. “You like it when I spank you.”

I whimpered, my hips rocking back, begging for more.

Derek obliged.

His hand came down again, smack, the sound echoing through the room, the sting sharp, perfect.

“Fuck—yes—” I gasped, my cock aching, my balls tight.

“That’s it,” Derek murmured, his hand rubbing the sting away before coming down again, smack, smack, smack.

I was dripping, my cock leaking, my ass burning, my body aching for more.

“Please—” I gasped, my voice broken. “Derek, please—”

“Please what, baby brother?” His voice was a dark tease, his hand rubbing my ass, his fingers dipping between my cheeks, brushing against my hole. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes—” I gasped, my hips rocking back, begging for it. “Fuck—yes—”

Derek chuckled, dark and knowing, before his fingers were gone, replaced by the head of his cock, pressing against my hole.

I whimpered, my body tensing, my hole clenching around nothing.

“Relax,” Derek murmured, his hand rubbing my back, his voice soothing. “Let me in, baby brother.”

I took a deep breath, forcing my body to relax, my hole opening for him.

Derek groaned, the head of his cock pressing in, stretching me, filling me.

“Fuck—yes—” I gasped, my fingers clenching the sheets, my body aching for more.

“That’s it,” Derek murmured, his voice rough. “Take my cock, baby brother. Take it all.”

He pushed in, slow, steady, his cock filling me, stretching me, owning me.

I cried out, my back arching, my cock throbbing, my balls aching.

“Fuck—Derek—” I gasped, my voice broken. “You’re so big—”

“You can take it,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips, his cock burying itself deep inside me. “You were made for me.”

And then he was moving.

His hips rocked back, his cock sliding out, almost all the way, before slamming back in, hard, deep.

“Fuck—” I cried out, my body jerking forward, my cock dripping, my hole clenching around him.

“That’s it,” Derek groaned, his hips snapping forward, his cock fucking me, hard, deep, relentless. “Take my cock, baby brother. Take it all.”

I moaned, my body rocking back, meeting his thrusts, my cock slapping against my stomach, aching for release.

“Harder—” I gasped, my voice broken. “Fuck—harder—”

Derek obliged.

His hips slammed into me, his cock pounding into me, hard, deep, unrelenting. The bed creaked, the headboard banging against the wall, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“Fuck—yes—” I cried out, my body tensing, my cock throbbing, my balls aching.

“You love this, don’t you?” Derek growled, his voice rough. “Love getting fucked by your big brother.”

“Yes—” I gasped, my voice broken. “Fuck—yes—”

“That’s it,” he groaned, his hips snapping forward, his cock pounding into me. “Come for me, baby brother. Come for me.”

I screamed, my body tensing, my cock pulsing, my cum shooting across the sheets, my hole clenching around his cock.

Derek groaned, his hips stuttering, his cock twitching inside me as he came, his cum filling me, hot and thick.

“Fuck—” he gasped, his body collapsing onto mine, his cock still buried deep inside me. “Fuck, baby brother.”

I panted, my body trembling, my hole aching, my cock spent.

Derek chuckled, dark and knowing, before his lips were on my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin.

“Where you headed for lunch?” I probed. 

“I dunno,” Dan scratched at his hairy torso. “Probably just the McDonald’s at that gas station up the street.”

“I have some pasta salad in the fridge that I planned to have for lunch. There’s plenty to share,” I offered. “If you’d care to join me.”

“Thanks. That sounds mighty nice,” he smiled broadly beneath his thick stache. “Lemme just get my shirt from my truck.”

“No need for a shirt. We’re just two guys,” I insisted, not wanting him to cover up that deliciously hairy chest. “I often go shirtless around the house,” I added, a total lie. 

“This pasta salad is delicious,” Dan remarked moments later, sitting across from me at my kitchen table in all his shirtless glory. “Did your wife make it?”

“No, I made it,” I smiled bashfully. “I’m not married. I’m actually gay—I like men.”

“Oh—my bad,” he apologized awkwardly. “I’m not so good at picking up on—”

“Don’t apologize,” I interrupted. “How about you? You got a wife?”

“Nah,” Dan dabbed his stache with a paper napkin. “Came close to getting hitched a couple times but, at the end of the day, most women just can’t handle me.”

“I understand,” I nodded. “I’m sort of in the same boat with men. But I’ve learned to enjoy being on my own. You probably feel the same.”

“I dunno,” he shrugged. “I get real lonely sometimes. And it’d be nice to have someone around to fix me a tasty pasta salad like this.”

“Oh—it’s just a little something that I threw together,” l blushed, taking a bite of salad, his eyes appraising me. 

“Is this the part when you ask me to fuck you?” Dan blurted out. 

“What?!” I nearly choked on a piece of pasta. “Are you saying you’d like to fuck me?”

“Why the hell not?” he gave a devious smile. “I haven’t had pussy in almost six months, and it looks to me like you’re jonesing for my cock.”

“Have—have you ever fucked a man?”

“Nope,” he admitted. “But I’m game to try. Can’t be much different than fucking pussy. A hole is just a hole, right?”

“I think you’ll find my hole is better than the fishy hole that you’re used to,” I stood up and led Dan to my bedroom. 

“You want me to shower first?” Dan offered, kicking off his work boots in my bedroom. “I’m pretty rank from working out in the sun all morning.”

“No need,” I assured him, coming in for a hit of his man funk, breathing him in as I kissed the scruff at his neck. “I like the way you smell—like a real man.”

I then tested the waters by locking lips with Dan, his mouth opening, receiving my tongue. His thick stache tickled my upper lip as his tongue probed my mouth, our saliva commingling.

“Mmm, you taste good,” he remarked as our lips parted. 

“I’d like to taste more of you,” I shared, my lips traversing his ample, hairy pecs, working my way down his treasure trail with wet kisses against his soft fur. 

“I’m warning you—it’s a big one,” Dan informed me as I knelt before him and undid his pants like a kid eagerly opening a gift on Christmas morning. A hard, massive cock that was easily north of nine inches suddenly smacked me in the face.

“Christ, you’re hung,” I marveled, grasping his big one in my right hand, unable to get my fist around its tuberous circumference. “Dude, you’re like pornstar big.”

“I told you most women can’t handle me,” he chuckled. “Now you can see why.”

“Well, I’m no woman,” I winked up at Dan, taking his helmeted cock head into my mouth, his salty precum coating my tongue. Unhinging my jaw, I took him balls deep, his cock head breaching the upper regions of my esophagus. 

“Christ Almighty,” he gasped, his meaty hand at the back of my head, his full, hairy balls mashed against my chin. “Ain’t nobody has ever been able to deep throat me all the way. How the fuck are you able to—?”

“Lots of practice,” I admitted, extracting his big dick from my throat, surfacing for air. “If you think that feels good, just wait until you’re balls deep in my tight cunt.”

“I don’t think I care to wait,” Dan pulled me upwards, his meaty hands hooked under my arms as he tossed me onto the bed like a rag doll. Foreplay was over. The man was ready to fuck.

“There’s lube on the bed table,” I gestured to it before pulling off my shorts and briefs, tossing them on the floor. “You’re hung like fuck, so you’re gonna need to use a lot of lube.”

I watched as Dan stepped out of his work pants, crumpled at his feet, and reached for the lube. Deftly, he slathered his enormous fuck tool, readying it for my hole. Like a baseball player, swinging his large, wooden bat, he stepped up to the plate. 

“Go slow at first,” I cautioned, pulling my knees to my chest, exposing my eager hole to him. His meaty hands were suddenly at my thighs, his weight against me as his rounded cock head made contact with my puckered sphincter. 

“That’s it,” I encouraged as he breached my orifice. “Just go slow and—HOLY FUCK,” I screamed as he impaled me with a violent thrust. 

“Christ, you’re tight,” he marveled, licking his lips as he ignored my pain, delivering a series of deep thrusts into my bowels, his balls mashed against my hole with each plunge into my abyss. “Your cunt feels so fucking good.”

“I’m glad you like it,” I winced, my hands gripping his hairy forearms as I rode out the pain, his cock routing my depths, stretching my hole to the max. 

“Your cock feels so fucking big inside me.”

“That’s because my cock is fucking big,” he laughed, smacking my ass. “And, Jesus, you know how to take it.”

He had moved his muscular arms to either side of my body, planking above me with his meaty hands pressed into the mattress. The angle was incredible, my eyes rolling back into my head as he pushed deeper into me. Leaning forward, his hairy torso rubbing against my cock, our lips met. 

It was like fireworks in my brain as he kissed me, his cock plunging my depths as our tongues danced. I wrapped my arms around his torso, pulling him into me, willing him to consume every inch of my body, every ounce of my soul. Jesus, the man could fuck. 

Our lips parted as Dan began to pound me harder, jackhammering my quivering cunt with a fierce intensity. My hole was on fire, the friction increasing between his massive cock and my abused fuck canal. I dug my fingers into his sweaty back, his swelling cock a piston in my bowels. Dan's breathing became rapid and shallow, his body on the precipice of orgasm. 

“You want my cum?” he demanded urgently, his balls smacking my ass with each deep thrust. “You ready for my load?”

“Breed me,” I begged, my sphincter clinched at the base of his cock, milking him. “Shoot that load in me.”

As if on cue, Dan’s engorged cock executed my command, unleashing a torrent of cum into my guts. “FUCK—FUCK,” he grunted, his body shaking as his cock and balls pulsed rhythmically, his seed spewing into my depths. 

“Fuck, I needed that,” Dan collapsed upon me, his big dick still buried in my bowels as we both caught our breath. I reveled in the fullness of his cock inside me, his load swimming in my void. Holding this hunk of a man in my arms, our bodies still conjoined, was nirvana. 

“Are you still hard?” I asked in shock after several minutes, Dan’s cock still buried deep within me. 

“Yeah—uh—one more fun fact about me,” he laughed sheepishly, “is that I can stay hard for like a really long time. It’s another reason why no woman could ever handle me.”

“Well, like I said, I’m no woman,” I reminded Dan as he propped himself back up on his strong arms and began to pump another load into me, my body begging for more and more of his seed. 

It was nearing dusk when Dan finally left my bed, having dumped four loads in me over the course of the afternoon. I had never been fucked with such intensity—or longevity—in all my life. 

“I gotta piss,” he announced, ambling to my bathroom. “There’s not enough sunlight now for me to finish your siding,” he called from the bathroom, his strong stream splashing into the toilet bowl. “I’ll have to come back in the morning,” he flushed the toilet. 

“I have a better idea,” I smiled as he emerged from the bathroom, his big dick swinging between his hairy thighs. “How about I make us some dinner, and you can stay the night?”

“Does stay the night mean I get to fuck you some more?” Dan asked, returning to my bed, his weight upon me, his big cock seeking shelter within me once more. 

“I think you already know the answer to that,” I whispered in his ear, wrapping my legs around his meaty ass while he began to pound yet another load into me. 

It was my worst possible nightmare—a party of thirty-six screaming rugrats, all under the age of six, on the Saturday before Easter. But I couldn’t refuse when my boss, Mr. Bateman, invited me to his swanky home for his daughter’s Easter party. I was angling for a raise and would go to any lengths to get it.

“Who’s the loser in the bunny costume?” I asked Mr. Bateman in his backyard as I pointed to a six-foot-tall, white rabbit who was presiding over the milieux. Screaming kids circled him like vultures. “Did you pay one of the flunkies from the warehouse to dress up like a rabbit?”

“No—he’s a college guy my wife found online,” my boss replied. “He does kids’ parties as a side job, and will come dressed as a Power Ranger, or a Ninja Turtle, or Spider-Man, or Bluey, or—”

“The Easter Bunny,” I chimed in. 

I watched with sheer boredom as the Easter Bunny played a series of lawn games with the kids—Duck, Duck, Goose, a potato sack race, and musical chairs. And then he suddenly disappeared into a little private garden to the side of the house, out of sight from the party guests, carrying his basket of eggs. 

“Is the Easter Bunny gone already?” I asked Mr. Bateman, noting the party was scheduled for another hour and a half. 

“He’ll be back,” my boss assured me. “We’ve paid him for two hours, but he gets a ten-minute break every thirty minutes so he doesn’t overheat in that costume.”

The party was even more unbearable with the Easter Bunny on break, so I decided to play my own, favorite party game—scrolling through Grindr. “Let’s see if there are any secret feeders or breeders at this fiesta,” I whispered to myself, scanning the landscape of eligible dads at the party, hoping one of them might be up for a little frolic in my boss’s upstairs bathroom when nobody was watching.  

To my delight, there was a guy logged onto Grindr with the screen name 9inchTop4U. And he was only 30-feet away. Holy fuck! I clicked on his profile, revealing an absurdly handsome, tanned guy. His bio said he was a 22-year-old with a huge cock. SCORE! 

But who was he—and where? A quick scan of all the men at the party, mostly dads who were well north of thirty-five, didn’t yield a match. And yet the dude was 30-feet away? Was Grindr glitching? Wait a minute, I thought to myself, could the Grindr dude be the Easter Bunny? There was only one way to find out. 

“Sorry, bro—I’m on break,” he looked up from his phone as I approached him in the side garden. The rabbit head lay at his feet along with his basket of eggs as he leaned up against a brick wall. His muscled, naked torso was exposed, the top of the bunny costume pulled down to his waist. “You can tell your kiddo that I’ll be back in a few minutes for the egg hunt.”

“Is—is this you?” I held out my phone, the Grindr profile for 9inchTop4U displayed on my screen. The tanned, muscular body and handsome, scruffy face were an exact match. 

“Oops—busted,” he laughed. “You must be DikSukr28, I assume?”

“Guilty as charged,” I laughed. 

“I gotta get back out there in five minutes,” he started to pull down the bunny suit to his knees, his nine-incher springing to action, begging for attention. “You wanna suck a quick load out of me?”

“Are you naked under that bunny suit?” I gasped in astonishment. 

“Yeah—it’s hot as balls in this thing,” he laughed. “You gonna suck me or not?”

Needing no further invitation, I dropped to my knees before his glorious cock. Taking it down my throat in one gulp, his balls mashed against my chin, I began to suck him like a Hoover. 

“Fuck yeah,” he growled, his hands at the back of my head. “I can always count on some slutty dad wanting to drain my big one at these parties.”

“Oh, I’m not a dad,” I paused briefly. “I’m only here because—”

“I don’t really give a shit, bro,” he shoved his cock back down my throat. “Less talking and more sucking. We need to make this quick.”

He wasn’t kidding. Instantly, he grabbed me by the ears and began to face fuck me like a five-dollar, truck stop whore. Hammering at my tonsils, his big cock abused my throat, his balls slapping my chin with each thrust. 

“Fuck, you know how to throat a dick,” he marveled, digging his fingers into the side of my face. “Yeah, open that jaw for me. Show me that you can take it all the way.”

I was nearly gagging on his big one as he pushed through to the upper reaches of my esophagus. The curvature of his cock perfectly mirrored the curvature of my throat, like we were made for each other.

Over and over he pounded my throat, showing me no mercy.  I was struggling to breathe, nearly on the cusp of losing consciousness, when I felt it—a deep throbbing in my throat. 

“You ready for it?” he asked urgently. “You gonna swallow my load?”

“Mmmm hmmm,” I tried to nod in the affirmative, his cock swelling against my tonsils. 

“FUCK,” he grunted, his cock suddenly erupting down my throat, spewing his load into my belly. “That’s it, bro—Fucking eat my nut—FUCK—SHIT.”

He extracted his big dick from my throat as soon as his balls reached empty, his cum and saliva coating my chin. He soon reached for the ridiculously large Easter Bunny head at his feet. 

“Thanks for the dick suck,” he said, holding the bunny head in his arms, his spent dick flopped against his thigh, still dripping cum. I watched as he pulled on his bunny costume before picking up his basket of eggs. He then hopped back to the Easter party, his warm load swimming in my belly. 

“That was impressive,” my boss stepped out of the shadows of a privet hedge as soon as the Easter Bunny had disappeared. “I didn’t know that you’re gay—that you suck dick.”

“Mr. Bateman,” I gasped in shock, wiping at my cummy chin. “I—I’m not out at work. Nobody knows about me,” I stammered. “Please don’t be mad at me for—”

“For sucking off that hung stud?” he laughed. “I could never judge you for helping out a horny, young guy like that.”

“Whew,” I exhaled. 

“Now let’s see how fast you can suck a load out of me,” my boss unzipped his pants, pulling out a thick eight-incher.

“Yes, sir,” I eagerly complied, dropping to my knees like a supplicant before him.

“We need to make this quick before my wife comes looking for me,” Mr. Bateman ordered, pulling back my head as he shoved his big one down my throat. “I think you’ve finally found a way to get that raise you’ve been wanting.”

by Clark Wayne

“Jesus fucking Christ, bro! What are you doing to me?”

I heard him give a muffled chuckle, muffled because his face was buried between my cheeks, his tongue fucking my hole, his hot breath warming the spot. I heard slurping noises and sounds of pleasure coming from him. I’d never felt anything like it. The chills that ran through my body from a dude eating my hole was incredible.

He pulled his face away. “I told you, bro.” He palmed my ass cheek, massaging it. “God, damn your ass is fucking solid. And your pussy tastes so fucking good, bro.”

I wasn’t ready to hear another dude call my hole a pussy. I chuckled nervously. “Yeah, I don’t know if I like you calling my hole… HOLY FUCK!” He interrupted my sentence by diving in between my cheeks again, tongue penetrating my hole. I had no idea a dude could even have sensation back there.

As if on instinct, I pushed my ass back on his tongue, my ass on a swivel, twisting and turning to get more of his tongue inside me. I heard his slurping and heavy puffs of air from nose that blew air across my wet pussy, I mean my hole. My hole was wet. He made me squirm. He made me squeal. He made me sound like a bitch. I wanted more inside of me.

He pulled away again and palmed my ass with a smack. “Fuck. I knew you’d taste good.”

My breathing was heavy. “Put it back in, bro!” I begged. “Don’t stop.”

I felt something on my hole that was not soft like a tongue. It was more solid and probing.

“Fuck,” I heard him whisper. “Fucking tight.”

He was speaking as I felt penetration so I was sure it wasn’t his tongue. Then I realized it was a finger, maybe a thumb.

“Dude! What are you doing?” I asked. My tone was one of surprise and fear.

“Relax, bro,” he whispered, his voice more gravelly. “Just a finger, bro.”

“Didn’t say you could finger me, bro,” I objected but made no attempt to make him stop.

“Fucking relax, bro,” he told me again but his voice was more forceful. “Fingering your tight pussy.”

“Bro,” I was about to try and correct him again but then I felt his finger slide in. I gasped so fucking loud. “HOLY FUCK!” I called out but my voice had gone higher in pitch. It took me by surprise but in a good way.

“Fuck yeah.” He pulled his finger out and then slid it back in.

The feeling sent electricity up my spine. “OH MY FUCKING GOD,” I moaned.

“Fingering your pussy, bro,” he told me again. This time I didn’t care. He hit something inside of me that made my dick the hardest it’s ever been. I thought I was going to cum.

“SHIT!”

“Fucking hungry pussy. Hit your nut. Fucking swallowing my finger.”

I felt him insert another finger. I smooshed my face into the mattress and wiggled my ass. I had a dude sticking two fingers in my ass and I fucking loved it. Felt so good. Is this what gay dudes felt when they had sex? Shit, is this what a girl feels when she’s getting fingered. By now, he was finger fucking me at a nice even pace. My muscular body was writhing and flexing all over the bed from the intense pleasure I was feeling. It was almost too much.

“Bro,” I moaned. “Holy fucking shit, bro.” I sounded like a whore.

“Wanted your pussy for so long, bro. Such a beautiful muscle butt. Such a beautiful muscle pussy.” He kept punching his fingers into my hole. I was grunting and groaning in time with the thrusts.

I swallowed hard and wet my lips with my tongue. “You have?” I asked.

He guffawed. “Bro, you have no idea. You make my dick so hard, bro. I just want to fucking stick it in you.”

I clenched my eyes shut thinking about what he just said. He was one of the hottest guys I knew. If I were gonna go gay, it would be for him. He was so fucking cool. He was a man’s man, tall, ripped, jacked. Handsome as fuck. As I felt him continue to finger me I thought to myself, “Fuck. Am I gay? At least, gay for him?”

“Feels so good,” I whimpered.

I felt his other hand running over my ass, up the small of my back and then up my spine. “Do you like this?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied between panting.

“Do you like my fingers in your pussy?”

“Uh huh,” I replied, my eyes shut as I took in the intense pleasure.

“Yeah, you do. I can tell. I fucking love jock pussy.”

“Fuck, bro. Keep pounding that jock pussy,” I said. I couldn’t believe I said it. “Fucking wreck that pussy.”

I heard him chuckle. “Good boy,” he whispered. “Giving up his pussy for me.”

“Uh huh.”

Then I felt the bed shift. I felt his legs between mine. He pulled his fingers free. I didn’t want him to stop. I gasped when he pulled them out. But then I felt something else. It was soft, yet stiff. It didn’t take me long to figure it out. My head shot up and I looked back at him. He had the biggest, hungriest grin on his fucking handsome face.

“Don’t!” I said loudly. But it was too late. He sank his big dick inside of me. I lost my breath. I screamed but nothing came out, no sound at all. I felt my eyes grow wide and my jaw hanging open. I felt him continue to sink into me. It was so big. Then I felt his weight on my back. I could feel the heat of his chest on my skin. He was all muscle, heavy muscle.

“Fucking fuck yeah,” he moaned out loudly. “I knew it.”

I made fists and clenched the sheet. I hurt so bad and felt so good at the same time. He stopped when he was in. We were both silent, not a sound. He stayed still. I felt his breath on my neck. I whimpered like a fucking girl.

“I’m all the way inside you, bro,” he whispered in my ear.

I just replied with another whimper.

“Got my dick so deep inside your hot little muscle pussy, bro. Got it right where it belongs.” I felt him kiss behind my ear. “I fucking love muscle pussy.”

I felt him move around inside me as if he were nesting.

“I knew I could get you. I fucking knew it. Too fucking pretty to be straight, bro.”

I heard the words and wondered if it was something about me that made him think I might be gay or at least curious. I didn’t know if I did.

“Watching you work out. Watching you on the field. Watching your ass. Your fucking jacked body.” He kissed my neck again.

He started to withdraw. I gasped again. Then he slid back inside. I moaned. “You’re my fuck boy,” he whispered.

“Bro,” I managed to squeak out.

“Uh huh,” he stopped me. “You’re my fuck boy from now on. This muscle pussy is mine to fuck whenever and where ever. Don’t fight it, fuck boy.”

I felt him graze my nut over and over and I was overcome with so much pleasurable sensation that I became nothing but a series of grunts, moans, groans and swears. What have I been missing for all these years of my young life. What other sensations are there? What other things can he do to me? Without even thinking I spread my legs farther apart, slightly coming up on my knees, hiking my ass up. For some reason I just knew it would allow him to go deeper.

“Oh, fuck yes, fuck boy,” he groaned. “Turn that muscle butt up for me.” He lifted himself off my back and got on his knees behind me. He placed his hands on my waist and began to thrust hard and fast into me. The new technique brought me out of my erotic haze. I could hear his abdomen smacking against my butt. It made me come up on all fours.

“Oh my god!” he exclaimed, throwing his head back. “FUCK!”

I turned my head back for the first time. His body was jacked, flexing, sweaty, He was a vision of power and beauty. There were tears in my eyes from the pain and pleasure.

“Fuck, bro,” I whimpered. “Fuck me! Fuck my fucking pussy, bro!” My words turned him into a fuck machine. I thought I was going to pass out. My cock was so hard it hurt.

“I’m about to cum in you, fucker,” he announced. “I’m about to cum in your fucking pussy.”

Another dude’s cum in my ass. The thought of it filled me with confusion and excitement at the same time. What started off as a seemingly harmless experimentation from a guy I’d only known for a few months became something more; it was an awakening.

“You’re gonna cum in me?” I asked. I must have sounded like a scared girl or something, my voice was higher than normal. I body make jerking motions from his thrusting.

“Fucking right I am.” His body sped up and suddenly he thrust in and stopped. I actually felt his dick expand and then a warm sensation spread inside me. It was a feeling like none other. I had the DNA of a powerful, aggressive alpha inside me. I had gone from straight but curious to a full blown bitch in under fifteen minutes.

He spasmed inside of me for what seemed like forever. But then I felt his hand on my cock and he started jacking it. I was getting a reach around from a dude. His other hand pulled back on my shoulder, forcing me up onto my knees, my back pressed against his chest.

“Fucking cum with my dick in your ass, bro,” he growled into my ear.

It was seconds later that I felt my own cock seem to expand and ropes of cum shot forth onto the bed. My head thrown back against his shoulder as I screamed out. He just kept jacking me until I was empty. He stopped and wrapped his arms around me, one around my throat, the other around my chest. HIs heavy breathing in my ear. I could feel his chest thumping in and out against my back as he tried to catch his breath.

When I thought it was over, one hand took my jaw and turned my face towards him. Suddenly, I was kissing another man on the lips. I could still feel his dick inside me. I brought my hand up to his jaw and held him there as our tongues wrestled and he devoured my mouth.

He released me and I feel forward onto the bed. I fell down beside me on his back. I was on my stomach. I turned my head to face him.

“Fuck,” I murmured.

He smacked me on the ass. “No shit, bro. Oh my god your ass is fucking prime.”

I sort of chuckled. “I never thought I would ever hear those words coming from another dude about me.”

“How does it feel?”

“How does what feel?”

“Getting cooked, bro. By a dude.”

“I don’t know.”

He felt my ass with his hand. “So fucking perfect. I wanna fucking be inside you all the fucking time.”

I just stared up at him. “How long have you been planning this?”

“Not long. I just knew it would happen. Had to wait until the right time.”

“You said you were just going to show me how it felt to have my ass eaten.”

“That’s what I told you. But I knew once I had my tongue in your pussy, you’d let me fuck you.”

I winced. “Bro, the pussy thing. What’s that about?”

He shrugged. “I like pussy.”

“But I don’t have a pussy, bro.”