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"About what?" He asked.

"What other people look like," I replied.

He had a smirk on his face. The whole situation made me nervous, like I was going to be in trouble.

"You've seen your friends and probably your Dad's. You probably already know," coach said. "You know if I see you staring at my crotch, others probably can too."

"Yeah, I know," I told him and blushed. "That's how I've been able to see a few."

"Oh." He said. "So you're trying to get me to show you mine, huh?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "If you want to show me."

"Others show you hard or soft?" He asked.

He looked around his living room as if his wife and kids would catch us. It was early afternoon, and no one was home with us. My Dad couldn't get me until after dinner and Coach had an early day so I left with him because he was my ride.

"Both," I replied. "Dad's always is hard when he shows me," I told him.

"You think you'll be mad if I show you?" He asked softly.

I was eighteen, I didn't care what Dad thought to be honest.

"No," I told him. "He doesn't care."

Coach put his hand on his crotch and began kneading himself. I did the same to mine as I watched him and he watched me. I was hard right away but Coach took a moment, kept looking around making sure we were still alone.

He stood up right in front of me and pulled his shorts down, revealing his heavy balls. His cock was caught on his shirt at first, thick as hell, just like I had guessed it to be from watching it. He lifted his shirt and let it fall straight forward, pointing at me.

"So?" He asked, it jumped as he flexed it.

"Thick! Nice," I told him and licked my lips. "Biggest so far," I complimented him.

"Are you good at sucking?" He asked putting his hand on my shoulder. "I could really go for a warm mouth."

"Yeah," I replied immediately and wrapped my hand around him and looked up.

I slowly stroked him and smiled up at him. He looked happy as I was, this was going to be great. I opened my mouth and tasted him, he was a little musty from the day and I could smell the soap and cologne wore. I sucked on the thick tip of his dick as he massaged my shoulder in his grip.

I loved sucking cock, especially cock that was off limits. There was something about getting to do the things I wasn't supposed to be able to do. To enjoy men that everyone else stayed away from. Like Dad, he was vocal, I could hear him grunting and sighing to himself.

"Fuck, that's it. Suck my cock," he spoke out loud.

"Mmm," I moaned so he knew I liked doing this for him.

"Yeah, you do. Got myself a little cocksucker, don't I?" He said to me.

I pulled him out of my mouth. "Yes, Sir," I said looking up at me. "And you can fuck me too," I added.

I figured I let him know I was down for however he needed to get off.

"Yeah? I haven't fuck a dudes hole since college. You want to ride me?" He asked and pushed me away and sat on the couch before I responded.

I slipped off my shorts and shirt and climbed on his lap. He aimed his cock straight up and held my hip as I sat down on him. I watched his face go from happy to pure joy as he felt my body wrapping around him, as every thick inch slid slowly inside my welcoming ass.

"Oh fuck, that's it baby. Take it," he growled at me. "You're Daddy do this too?" He asked casually, like it wasn't crazy.

"Yeah, we do," I told him the truth. "Whenever Mom's not home I suck him then he fucks me."

"Lucky dude," he told me. "Glad he can share."

I sat completely down, feeling his warm body pressed against mine. My balls resting on his stomach and his cock firmly entrenched inside me. I felt full, really really full. My cock was jumping because of the pressure he was pushing onto my prostate. I began to pull off when he pulled my right back down.

"No, let me enjoy being completely in for a second," he said with a huge grin.

"Okay," I told him. "Can I kiss you?" I asked.

He paused and then nodded yes.

I leaned in and felt his big arms wrap around me and his tongue slipped in my mouth. I let out a sigh as I melted into him, our body entwined in a forbidden sexual act.

I wondered why his wife would think if she walked in and saw him with his cock inside of me. Would she be turned on like my Dad would be or mad like my Mom? Clearly coach thought it was worth the risk to fuck me.

I slowly rocked back and forth until he began to lift me with his arms. Thrusting his cock in my slowly at first he picked up spread, not breaking our makeout session. I felt so good having him sliding in and out of me, stretching my ass around him as we fucked on his living room couch.

"You're so fucking right," he said finally pulling away and leaning back.

He held my hips, lifting and pulling me down hard onto his lap. The sounds of sex filled the room as we both moaned, grunted and our bodies slammed together.

"I'm gonna live your hole for your Daddy, so it's nice and ready tonight when he picks you up," Coach said.

"Yes, please," is all I could get out as I get my cock erupt all over this pecs and stomach.

"Oh fuck!" He yelled as he felt me squeezing around him and my warm cum coating his skin.

He pulled me down, pushing his cock as far as he possibly could go and exploded inside of me. I felt his body tense as his orgasm gave me the lube he had promised. This husband and father of three was depositing his seed and loving every second of it.

That was my favorite thing about men, they are animals and their needs taken care of, period, nothing more to it. They have basic sexual needs that any willing person should be able to provide them. That's where I came in, my need was to be used by these men, to fill the needs and support them any way I can.

"Thank you Coach, fuck that felt so good," I told him and gave him a hug, my cum smearing into both of our skin as his cock was still hard in my ass.

"Right back at you, I needed that," he told me and rubbed my back as his cock softened and slipped out.

"Anytime, I got you," I told him, opening up our future to more fucking.

"Definitely," he said and held me close.

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You even talked about his incredible recovery to your friend. He didn't believe you until you had arranged a sleepover during which he could hear 3 different men coming and going. How could he cum 3 times while his son was in the same house? There was no doubt about it : he was built differently, a kind of alpha male who could breed as much as he wants.

On a regular day, everything changed. You received a text from your dad, immediately followed by "Fuck! Wrong contact! Please don't open that!" Obviously, you couldn't resist the curiosity. It was a full pic of him showing his dick. Even limp, it looked enormous. You hurry to save it before he realises he could delete it.

You rush to your friend, you have to talk about it to someone. Right as you show it, he grabs the phone from your hands and squeals. He gets why he could fuck anyone he wants, that dick looks too perfect. You jokingly tell him to resist offering his ass to your dad, but his "Of course I won't" felt forced.

That afternoon, you didn't hear about your friend, which is strange since you usually meet up or text the other.

Out of the blue, you get a series of texts from him later :

"Duuuuuude!"

"You won't believe what just happened!"

"I just fucked your dad!"

"Turns out he's a hungry bottom daddy, LOL!"

"He waited for me ass up and I could see a load in his open ass!"

"He didn't want anything with my ass, he just wanted another load"

"He told me to come back whenever, he always accepts loads"

"Honestly, he looked so insatiable, it was pathetic"

You re-read over and over the texts, feeling dizzy. Your dad, who was your protector, your hero, the man you always considered the manliest, he was whoring out for anyone? You felt sick while thinking about every man who went to his room and picturing him submitting to them. You realize that he took loads whenever you weren't around or were sleeping, which meant his ass was constantly full of strangers' cum whenever you were with him.

You couldn't care less about his relationship. His dick was great and he bred you so many times in the past weeks, you didn't wish for anything more.

However, on a night when you were alone at home, you got a text from an unknown number. It was his boyfriend, reaching out to you out of the blue :

"Hey man! I know my boyfriend is fucking you, I saw your messages. Why don't you come over and we could both fuck you tonight? Do you like being spitroasted?"

You couldn't believe your eyes. He always told you his boyfriend was old-style and monogamous, but here he was talking about spitroasting you. You didn't want to miss that chance, so you text him you're on your way and you jump in your car to drive the same road you drove countless times.

You arrive and the boyfriend lets you inside. He's wearing only a pair of shorts, showing his hairless chiseled chest. You already saw pics of him in the house, but he looked even better than you imagined. He smiles at you, one of the smiles that makes you spread your legs. You couldn't wait to have him inside you!

He says it's only you two for now, but his boyfriend should be home in the next couple of minutes. He suggests you get started to make him a big surprise. You can only think about his cock and you happily follow him onto the same bed where you've been bred many times.

You get naked and climb on the bed. He repositions you so you would face the bedroom door. Whatever he wants! He climbs behind you, applies some lube on his hand and fingers your ass. As if it was scripted, he took out his fingers and put his dick on your hole at the same time as the front door opened. He calls for his boyfriend to come in the bedroom while your hole was begging for his dick to enter.

Suddenly, a familiar face appeared in the doorframe. However, as he saw you, his face turned livid with fear as he looked at his boyfriend and mouthed : "Not again?!"

At that moment, his dick pierced you. In an instant, it was completely lodged inside you, splitting you in two. You yell from the excruciating pain while contorting your body, but the boyfriend grabs your hair and makes you look at the man who fucked you over and over. Ignoring your moans of pain, he tells him to look at that face while he destroys the ass he's been using behind his back.

Still holding your hair with one hand, he grabs your waist with the other and starts pounding you before you even acclimate to his dick. It was painful. Every thrust felt like a dagger entering your body. Your face winced every time his hips hit your ass. Your groans turned to whimpers as your weak body realized it was futile to resist.

You looked at your man, still in the doorframe with his serious face, trying to implore him to intervene. But he looked at you with an expression meaning "Sorry, I can't stop it".

It felt like a thick lava rod piercing your body over and over again. No one has ever been as rough with you. His intentions were clear : he was destroying your ass. When he'll be done with you, your hole will be like a crater left by a bomb. He wishes that his dick is the last one you take, since your hole will be painful for months. You gotta admit that's a sound plan to stop his boyfriend from fucking you!

However, as painful as it is, you catch yourself starting to enjoy it. Being used as an old rag grows on you. His hand pulling your hair sends shivers down your body. You finally relax for a bit and realise that, even if it still hurts, it feels good. You feel like you're being used to your full potential. You even wish he would go harder on you.

However, unfortunately for you, he was almost done. He started howling and erupted deep inside you. No doubt about it, he was proud to have destroyed you. He gets out of you and admires the crater he left behind you, then says you can now run away, and if he ever catches you again with his man, he won't hesitate to wreck your hole even more.

You took your stuff and got home to heal. You get a text from your regular man saying how much he's sorry that his boyfriend found out and how much he will miss your ass. You text him back that you wouldn't mind seeing him again and that it wouldn't be so bad to be caught again.

However, you soon realize that his dick doesn't feel the same anymore. It's like if there was an itch he didn't reach. His boyfriend had changed you, you now needed to get pounded so hard to be satisfied.

You can't count how many times you woke up next to a total stranger as you're both naked and you have no memory of meeting him the night before.

Sometimes, you're left alone in a stranger's bed, and you find a note thanking you for the ass. You looked around for pics, trying to remember who fucked you, but it's always in vain.

This time, you opened your eyes to a familiar room : your own! However, you still blacked out pretty bad. You lift the blanket, your pants are still on, that's a great sign! You also see your wallet and keys on the nightstand, looks like you haven't been a slut this time!

You get up to get some aspirin. As you walk, you feel something hard inside your underwear. You peek at it and find a metal device attached to your dick. You try to take it off to look at it, but it's locked in place.

You look for the key or for a note from who did it, but you find nothing. Not a single trace to explain what happened that night or how to take off that cage. However, you can't keep on looking, you have to get to work. You put on your jeans, a simple t-shirt and your sunglasses. You would look as straight as ever if it wasn't for that stupid cage!

However, it looks like it is meant to stay. Where does it come from? Who has the hey? Do you know him? Will you ever see him again?

My stepmom walked in on us, screamed and ran out.

It was your wife's turn to take care of the children, so you went out to catch up with a friend. He was such a good listener, he let you speak all about the divorce and your relationship struggles. You laughed saying that if he was a girl, he'd be the perfect woman for you. You even jokingly added that maybe you should look for guys, since it's always easier to connect with them.

However, your friend saw the opportunity and said : "Why not?" A thought crossed your mind : you have a strong muscled man offering his ass to you and you slowly slide your dick in, and it feels as good as your ex-wife's pussy. Your friend, seeing how you're considering it, says : "Come on, let's go to a gay bar for a drink, and if you feel uncomfortable, we can get home whenever you want!"

Curious, you follow him. There, the doorman stops your way saying straight men are not welcome. Your friend has to say you're with him for the doorman to reluctantly let you in. The place is packed, and the music is blasting at ear-piercing levels. Immediately, someone grabs your friend and they disappear in the crowd. Alone, you make your way to the bar, which is the quietest zone of the place.

After ordering a glass, you look around and see all those young guys grinding against each other. That was clearly not what you wanted to do, you contemplate the idea of downing your glass and getting home, leaving your friend in this jungle of men.

"I can't remember how long since I saw a straight man at this bar!" The voice was coming from beside you. An older man was looking at you. He was certainly clashing with the rest of the crowd : he was old enough to be your father and was dressed classy, with creased pants, a buttoned shirt and a watch that looked expensive.

Looking like the only normal man in the place, you start talking to him. The conversation turned out to be great : he listened to your divorce and relationship problems, and he told you he also had a wife and kids before coming out. Speaking with that man has the effect of totally clearing your mind. You feel like you haven't felt this good for years. You really were absorbed in this conversation that you weren't able to see time passing.

Suddenly, the lights open, signifying the bar is closing. You look around and the dancefloor is almost empty, and you see the pile of empty glasses in front of you that you drank along the hours.

The man stood up and put on his coat, and asked if you wanted to follow him. You felt like he was a good friend and agreed without thinking. In no time, you were both in front of an apartment that he unlocked and let you in. He entered behind you and gently put his hand on your back to move you forward. This simple contact sent shocks across your body : it must have been months since your last human contact!

As if he felt the tension in your body, he tells you to relax and moves his hand upwards to start massaging your shoulders through your shirt. It felt really great to have his hands undoing the knots from your upper back, he was certainly very experienced in massages.

While kneading your shoulders, he asks if you want to go to his room for a more complete massage with oils. Having your guard totally down, you accept, forgetting that you're at a gay man's place.

He asks you to take off your shirt and pants, and to lay down on your stomach. He climbs on the bed beside you while working your back with his expert hands. After a while, you feel him getting lower and lower on your back, until your underwear blocks him. However, it's not a problem since he slides them down to knead your glutes.

Your body has never felt so relaxed.

Slowly, you feel him laying over you. His chest hair tickles your back as you feel his warmth like a weighted blanket being laid over you. When did he lose his shirt? In that position, he whispers to your ear : "I have a service to ask you..." You remember how your conversation earlier made you feel mentally great and how his hands made your body feel great, and you are ready to accept anything he asks you as you feel like you owe him so much.

He whispers : "Please let me take care your ass" and a soft "Yes" comes out of you and seals your fate.

He slowly gets up and puts his hands on your hips. He pulls towards him, lifting your ass at the height of his own hips. Then, you feel it. A warm blob of meat pokes right at your asshole. It's hard and oily. In your relaxed state, you offer no resistance at all : in a small push, it penetrates inside you.

The dick slides inside you slowly. The man is taking his time, enjoying himself. Once fully in, he sighs in satisfaction. Just then, you realize you have let a man put his dick inside you and you start to regret it. Your body tenses up and you want to leave, but he's got you pinned down, literally.

Sensing your ass around his dick tightening, the Man reassures you that it's gonna be alright, and he puts his hands on your back to massage you until you calm down. His strategy works as you close your eyes and feel the panic leaving you.

He then starts moving his hips back and forth, while still kneading your back. You wouldn't admit it, but it was starting to feel so good to be taken care of. The dick going back and forth was giving you warmth all over your body and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning.

From your experience with your ex-wife, you thought the moanings were a cutesy little way of cheering the man, even though it didn't feel real. However, right now, that's far from cute : the involuntary guttural sounds coming out of your mouth were terrifying. You didn't even know you could produce sounds so deep, but you couldn't stop them coming out at the same rhythm the man was fucking you.

Still, the effect is the same, as your sounds stimulate the man to go faster until he's joining his moans to yours. He pulls your hips against his, locking his dick deep inside you, then you feel it pulsating inside you. He came inside you.

As he comes out and thanks you, you realize how spent you are. Sex has never worn you out as much before. You roll on your back, revealing a pool of your cum that was under you, and you try to catch your breath. The old man, now as sweaty as you are, lay beside you.

He asks you if you want to spend the night here, so he could fuck you again in the morning, and it's the easiest yes that you ever said.

I did what he said and opened it from the corner and felt the lightly lubed latex on my fingers. I dropped the empty packet on the floor, I was a bit nervous and excited about this whole experience.

Not wanting to assume anything I extended my arm, trying to hand it to Dad so he could show me how to roll it on.

"It's okay, you could do it," he said casually, as if I wasn't going to have to touch his cock to do it. "Place it on the tip and then use your fingers to push and roll it down on me."

"Okay," I replied softly, not wanting to sound too eager that I was going to touch him.

I scooted my chair so that I was sitting with one of my legs between his. Reaching over I put the condom on the tip of his dick, he throbbed and moved a bit as I touched him.

He was so big, I had seen it soft plenty of times but never like this. He kept his cock straight up as I used my fingers to move the condom down over him. He looked up at me a couple times and then right back down at himself. I put my cupped hand over the tip of his dick and push down, feeling my father's cock in my grip.

"Perfect, keep rolling it down like that with your hand," he coached me.

I felt him pulse in my hand, I was making him feel good by my touch, and there was no way around it.

"How far down?" I asked as it was 75% down his length.

"To the base, keep using your grip, stroke it downward... Yeah, just like that," he said with a strange tone in his voice. "Remember when you are putting it on you have to stay hard, otherwise it won't go on."

"Oh, I'm always hard," I joked.

Dad laughed, "I guess it's a given, you wouldn't need one if you weren't," he replied.

I had got it down to the base but I kept 'trying' to get it on farther. I kept stroking his dick through the condom and feeling his thick meat in my hand.

Okay, pull it off and do another, Dad instructed me.

I grabbed the base of his cock with my bare hand and pulled off the condom with my other, holding on to him without anything between us this time. He didn't stop me as I held on and reached over to grab a new one.

"Here I can open it for you," he said, stopping me from using my teeth.

As he began opened the condom as I held his dick for him, it was so surreal, casual, no big deal. He made me feel comfortable and I decided to start stroking him.

"I'm keeping you hard," I said, giving myself an excuse.

"Oh okay," he chuckled and dropped the package on the floor and handed me the new condom. "Here you go," he said. "I want you to be safe, I don't need any grandkids until you're ready, okay?" He told me.

"Sure," I replied with a smirk.

I doubted that it would be much of a problem for me but I think he knew that, he had caught me plenty of times looking at gay porn on the living room computer when he came home from work early.

I pushed the condom down his cock and stroked him as I did, I held on to his balls this time and squeezed them slightly as I was basically jerking him off trying to get these condoms on. He was throbbing in my fist and taking deep long breaths.

"Perfect," he said as I got it to the base again.

"Dad?" I squeaked out. "We don't have to waste this one, do we?" I asked, nervous about what he would say.

"No, I guess not," he replied.

I could see it in his face, he knew exactly what I meant and he wanted it. I stood up and dropped my shorts and stepped out of them. It all happened so fast, I was climbing on his legs as he gripped my ass and helped stabilize me. He was sat back as I reached back and pointed his cock towards my hole.

"I'm pretty big, go slow," he told me as I felt the tip of his cock touching my ass.

"Okay," I replied, relaxing my butt muscle to allow him in.

"Oh jesus," Dad moaned as I felt the tip penetrate me. "You're tight."

"You're bigger than I've taken," I told him, being honest.

"Others?" He asked, as I slid down his cock.

I felt him stretching me out like I had never been stretched before. My own father was inside of me and it felt amazing.

"Josh and Mike," I told him, they were my two best friends, straight but we had messed around.

"Okay, well now I know why you guys stay in the basement together," he laughed as he put his head on my stomach and I landed firmly on his lap. "You need to use protection, even with your buddies," Dad told me.

"Okay," I agreed, as I shifted on him, feeling him deeper than anyone had been.

I picked my body up and sat back down on my father. I felt so good and he moaned as we began fucking in the kitchen. My dick had started dripping on his shirt so he lifted it up, exposing his stomach and hairy chest. I felt him trusting upward into me as I bounced on top of him.

"Up," he said and I stood over him, legs weak. "I'm taking the condom off, that okay?" He asked, I nodded yes.

He pulled it off and threw it on the floor. "We don't have to wear one?" I asked, a bit cocky.

"Not if we wear them with others," he replied and smiled, knowing he was being hypocritical.

I sat back down and felt Dad's raw cock sliding back in, fuck, nothing between me and my father. Just his thick cock deep in my hole. He was probably leaking and it made me leak even more.

"You feeling good?" He asked as I did most the work, fucking myself on him.

"Oh yeah, your cock feels amazing," I said as I continued my movements, copulating with my own family member. "How's my ass?" I asked him back.

"Great," he growled. "This isn't supposed to be happening, but I'd be lying if I hadn't thought about it."

"Me too, if I'm honest," I replied. "You think Mom will be mad?" I asked him.

"No, she told me to do what it took to make sure you don't give her grandkids yet, I think this counts," Dad said. "We play with others, she'll be fine."

He grabbed my hips and started lifting me up and dropping me down on his lap. The way his cock was pushing on my prostate was driving me crazy. The idea that my own father and I were having sex was turning me on like crazy. I leaned in and gave him a kiss on his lips expecting him to pull away, but I couldn't help myself. He didn't, he kissed me back. I could feel his thick beard on my face as we made out and bonded in a new, different way we had ever.

"You keep kissing me like that and you're going to make me come inside of you," dad said in the middle of our make out session and fucking.

"In me?" I said, heart racing.

"There's no condom on, where else will it go?" He asked. "That okay?"

I nodded yes and kept bouncing. I wanted my Dad's cum inside of me so bad, but I didn't want to let him know just how much. So I leaned in and began kissing him again. Sex with Josh and Mike was nothing like this, this was so much deeper, raw, sexually charged. With them it was fun and good, but with Dad it felt passionate and deeper.

Dad began breathing harder so I leaned back and began to start picking and sitting down harder than I had been. Looking at him as we did this blew my mind. I couldn't wait till he blew his load inside of me, just like he did to Mom when he made me.

"Here I go," he said as our bodies slammed together. "Oh shit!" He moaned.

"Oh damn, Dad!" I cried out, lustful and out of it. "Cum in me!" I told him what I wanted.

My cock shot off, coating him in my load as I felt his cock throbbing inside of me, filling me up with his familial cum. My own father went from teaching me to use condoms to putting his raw dick in me. Nothing could have prepared me for this whirlwind of a Sunday afternoon.

He pushed me down on top of him, and I leaned in and began kissing him again. His cock was firmly inside of me, depositing every bit of his sperm as deep as his he could. I felt his tongue dancing with mine as I rested and caught my breath.

"That's going to happen again, right?" I asked, trying not to sound too eager.

"Of course, I hope so," he said smirking, looking drained and relaxed under me.

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"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?"