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Roman had lived in the apartment next to Mama and me for as long as I could remember. My daddy had abandoned Mama when he found out she was pregnant with me, leaving her to raise me on her own. Being a young, single mother would have been lonely for Mama had Roman not been around. 

I was just a kid when I realized that Mama was giving up her pussy to Roman. He would often come over with a cheap bottle of red wine in the afternoons, Mama pushing me out the door to play outside. Thirty minutes later, through the open windows, I would hear her moaning as Roman grunted his load into her. 

When I was a bit older, Mama would go over to Roman’s place after dinner. After I listened to his headboard banging against the thin wall between our apartments for a good hour, Mama would stumble through our door walking awkwardly, her hair all messed up. 

I came home from school one day and caught Mama on her knees in the kitchen, sucking Roman’s dick as he leaned against the kitchen counter, drinking a beer. I froze in my tracks at the sight of his massive cock, which looked to be thicker than my arm. Roman caught me watching, locking eyes with me as Mama edged him to orgasm, one hand working his thick shaft as she sucked on that bulbous, purple head. 

“You shouldn’t spy like that,” Roman scolded me playfully as he came out on the back porch moments later, doing up his shorts. Mama was in the kitchen rinsing out her mouth at the sink. “What adults do together like that ain’t none of your business.”

“It’s not my fault,” I began to protest. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Now calm down, little man,” he cut me off. “Your mama didn’t see you, and I ain’t gonna tell her that you were spying on us.” And then Roman leaned down close to me, beer on his breath as he whispered in my ear, “Maybe I’ll let you do that for me when you’re older.”

Looking back, it is striking that Roman saw it in me before I even knew it myself—that I was gay, that I would grow up to desire love and sex with men. But all I knew in that moment was that I was obsessed with Roman’s huge cock. 

Mama was clearly obsessed with it, too, giving up her cunt to Roman several times a week. Even at that age, I could see their relationship for what it was—a booty call, though my vocabulary still lacked that term. They never went out for a date. Mama never cooked a meal for Roman. They just fucked. 

And then it stopped. Not all at once. Little by little. A quiet quitting. I was in high school by that time, and Mama had crested her thirtieth birthday. Roman was looking for greener pastures to plow, often dragging home young bitches that he picked up at the dive bar up the street. 

Night after night, Mama and I could hear through the wall as Roman railed some young bitch with a daddy complex. I’m sure it stung for Mama at first but, like most of the disappointments in her life, she learned to rise above it. A 12-inch dildo I once found stashed under her bed likely helped her to get over Roman. 

But I wasn’t over Roman. I still craved him and that huge cock. I would lie awake at night, jacking myself to the sounds of Roman’s headboard banging the wall, his orgasmic grunts as he bred some new bitch. And when I turned eighteen, I knew my day had come. I was ready for Roman to deliver on his promise to allow me to pleasure him. 

Roman was ready, too. Not a week after my eighteenth birthday, when he knew Mama was still working at the chicken plant, he appeared on the back porch that adjoined our duplex apartments. He was shirtless, his muscular, hairy body poured into a tight pair of navy shorts. 

“You want to join me for a cold one?” he held up a bottle of beer. “I know you’re only eighteen,” he smiled seductively. “But it can be our little secret if you want to share a beer with me.”

“I don’t much like beer,” I answered. “But I’d like to suck your big dick.”

“DAMN,” he laughed loudly. “For being such a shy little boy all these years, you’ve certainly grown into a man who’s not afraid to ask for what he wants. I respect that.”

“So you gonna let me suck you?” I persisted, unwilling to let the opportunity slip away. 

“Shit, boy,” he smiled wantonly, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me into his apartment. “You and me are gonna do a lot more than just some dick sucking.”

I was soon standing in Roman’s bedroom, staring at his infamous bed, a deep dent in the plaster behind the headboard. How many times had he fucked my mama upon that bed? How many bitches since? And now my virgin ass would be next.

“You remembered that, didn’t you?” Roman asked while undoing his shorts. “That time you spied on your mama sucking me in the kitchen? You remembered that I promised to let you suck me one day?”

“Yes, sir,” I dropped to my knees, his monstrous 12-incher just inches from my face. “I’ve wanted to taste your big cock ever since, sir.”

“Don’t be calling me sir, boy,” he stopped me just as I was reaching for his cock. “I ain’t your daddy—though you can call me Daddy when my dick is in you. That shit turns me on.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I agreed, the word having never left my lips before. “Please let me suck your big cock, Daddy.”

“Such a polite boy you are,” he winked mockingly. “Your mama raised you right.” And then grasping me by the hair, Roman tilted back my head and shoved his massive cock down my throat. “That’s it, boy. Suck this big dick. Suck this—big—fucking—dick.”

Instantly, he was face fucking me, his big cock battering my throat. His meaty hands went to the back of my head, holding me down on him. I was gagging on that big thing, straining not to puke on it, bile rising from my stomach. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Roman pulled out of my throat abruptly. 

“That’ll do for now, boy” he smacked the side of my face, my saliva stringing from my lips to his cock. “How about we get this big dick up your ass now?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I begged, pulling down my shorts. “I want you to fuck me with that big dick.”

With his strong hands, Roman spun me around, forcing me down on his bed, my ass presented to him. Separating my butt cheeks, he spit on my hole, working his saliva into my orifice with one and then two fingers. 

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he marveled, finger fucking me briefly. He spread his fingers scissor-like within me, widening my fuck canal for him. “I’m gonna love being inside this boy cunt.”

And then I felt his weight upon me, his arms wrapping around my body, his hairy chest at my back. The rounded tip of his cock found my hole, my virgin sphincter resisting before—BAM—Roman was inside me. I was a virgin no more.

“FUCK,” I screamed, my hole stretched to the max, my unchartered fuck canal straining to accommodate his incredible girth. “It hurts,” I cried out. “It hurts so fucking bad.”

“You’ll be fine,” Roman hissed in my ear. “You’re not the first boy like you to take a big dick. You’ll get used to it. Just lemme do my thing, okay?”

Apparently, his thing was to fuck the shit out of me. Pushing himself upwards into a plank, Roman dug his hands into the mattress on either side of me. He began to thrust deep within my bowels, his cock head exploring my virgin territory. 

The pain was unreal. I thought I might lose consciousness, and I prayed for that sweet relief. But then something miraculous happened. My sphincter started to give into his assault, my body accepting this man inside of me. The sharp pain was soon replaced with waves of pleasure, his cock stimulating me in ways that I had never expected. 

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I moaned, my voice suddenly deeper and foreign to me. “Fuck me with that big dick.”

“Seems like you’re starting to like this cock up your ass,” Roman observed, pounding me harder. “Boys like you always love a big cock. You just had to get used to it.”

I was more than just getting used to that big cock. I was loving it. I started to rock my pelvis to his rhythm, anticipating each thrust. I tilted my ass, elated to find Roman could go even deeper than before.

“Yeah—that’s it. Open that cunt for me,” he encouraged me. “Take this cock all the way.”

He was pounding me deep, my eyes rolling back into my head. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back as he jackhammered my cunt, pounding it into submission. Over and over, he rammed my bowels, his balls smacking my ass with each thrust. His stamina was incredible, the headboard hitting the wall with brutal force. And then everything slammed to a hault.

“FUCK,” Roman grunted suddenly, his hands digging into my shoulders, a deep throbbing in my abused bowels as the damn burst. Rhythmically, his cock spewed a massive load, flooding my virgin guts with his seed. “Yeah, take this fuckin’ nut,” he barked.

“Breed me, Daddy,” I pleaded. “Fill me with your seed.”

Roman collapsed upon me, his sweaty body melded into mine as his balls gave up the last of his DNA. His scruffy face was at the back of my neck, nuzzling softly against me. He was suddenly tender, softly kissing me.

“Fuck, I needed that,” he pulled out of me, his load gushing out of my gaping hole and onto his sheets. “Christ,” he looked outside the window, the setting sun turning the sky pink and rosy. “We lost track of time. Your mama is probably already home from work and looking for you.”

I bolted out of bed, pulling on my shorts over my used ass. “Can—can we do this again sometime soon?” I asked hopefully as fumbled with my shoes. 

“Definitely,” Roman gave a devilish laugh. “I’ve waited a long time to get this cock in you, and it was worth the wait. You’ll be seeing a lot more of it.”

Through the kitchen window, I could see the image of Mama sitting at our table. It wasn’t like me to come home late, or to have not left a note explaining my whereabouts. I knew I was going to have some explaining to do.

“Did you enjoy Roman’s big cock?” Mama asked flatly as I came in from the back porch. She was drinking a glass of wine, a pot of soup warming on the stove. “I heard you two over there.”

“I’m—I’m sorry,” I stammered. “Roman came by while you were at work and—”

“No need to apologize,” Mama cut me off. “You’re a young man now. You can use your body any way you see fit. But I think you ought to know something about Roman.”

“I know, Mama—he’s just using me for sex, like he used you and countless others,” I admitted with clarity. “One day he’ll get bored with me and it’ll all be over.”

“Yes,” Mama conceded. “But there’s more about Roman that you should know,” she looked up, locking eyes with me. “I was just barely older than you when I first rented this apartment,” she began. “I had just started working down at the chicken plant, trying to earn enough money so that I could escape my sicko stepdad. Every night, that old fuck would stumble drunk into my room and force me to suck his shriveled dick, making me swallow his nasty cum.”

“You—you never told me—”

“Allow me to finish,” she insisted. “Roman was already living next door when I moved in here. He was a bit older than me and, Christ, he was handsome. He helped me haul in some boxes, and then he showed up again later that night with a bottle of wine and, well, nine months later—”

“Oh my God,” I gasped. “Roman is—”

“Your father,” she confessed. “He doesn’t know it. I lied and told him an old boyfriend knocked me up. But it’s time you knew the truth. You shouldn’t let Roman fuck you no more. It’s incest for a father to fuck his son—it ain’t right.”

“Why the fuck not, Mama?” I demanded obstinately. “It’s not my fault he’s my daddy. That’s on you. If I want to get fucked by him again, that’s my goddamn business.”

“Please, Uncle Rex,” my nephew Riley had begged the day before. “It’s my twenty-first birthday and Mom and Dad won’t let me have a party with my buds. They think we’ll wreck the house. Can we please use your basement?”

How could I say no to my beloved nephew—my brother’s only son? But I did have a few rules. If Riley wanted to party with his buds in my basement, there could only be six guys total. They could drink beer and smoke whatever the fuck they wanted, as long as they turned over their car keys to me, and all the guys spent the night. My nephew readily agreed to the terms.

Riley and the guys arrived at 9 pm the next night. Just like my nephew, his buddies were all fucking hot—each one attractive with a muscular body. They looked like they had stepped out of an Abercrombie billboard, or maybe a fraternity-themed gang bang porno film. He told me their names—Cameron, Preston, Jackson, and a few other names that I promptly forgot.

“Dudes, this is Rex, my super cool guncle,” Riley then introduced me to the gang.

“Guncle?” one of the guys—maybe Tyler?—questioned, his face distorted in confusion.

“Yeah—guncle,” Riley repeated. “Rex is my gay uncle—my guncle.”

The guys all laughed at the term, seemingly unfazed by my homosexuality. They certainly didn’t give a shit once they went down to the basement and discovered the beer, weed, pizza, and pussy porn that I provided to make Riley’s twenty-first birthday party truly memorable.

“I’ll be up in my room,” I informed them as they disappeared downstairs to the party pad. “Just let me know if you guys need anything.”

For the next two hours, I listened as the party raged below. I couldn’t believe six inebriated guys could be so loud. But I was glad they were having fun. It was good to be the super cool guncle.

I was reading in bed, about to turn in for the night, a set of earplugs at the ready on my bed table, when one of Riley’s buddies appeared in the doorway to my room. The guy was hot as fuck with a shirt partially unbuttoned to reveal a hairy chest, and a bulge in his jeans that promised a big cock.

“Can I use your bathroom?” he asked, reeking of beer and weed. “I gotta piss, and someone is using the other one downstairs.”

“Sure,” I agreed, gesturing to my bathroom, trying not to stare at his bulge. “Help yourself.”

The guy sauntered across my room to the bathroom. Not bothering to close the bathroom door, he unzipped and pulled out a massive cock.

Giving me a side view as he stood at the toilet, he held his thick, veiny dick in one hand as he aimed his stream into the bowl. Shaking it off as his flow tapered, he turned towards me, his big cock hanging between his legs, a golden drop of piss still at the tip.

“You want some dick?” he asked from the doorway, fisting his big one as it grew hard in his hand. “You want it up your ass?”

“Fuck yes,” I exclaimed, like a mindless cum dump who needed cock to survive. “Get that big cock in me.”

As I yanked off my clothes and rummaged for some lube in my bed table, I’d like to say that I gave some thought—any thought—to the ramifications of taking cock from my nephew’s drunk buddy, that I weighed the pros and cons. But honestly, like a true cum dump, I never turned down dick when it was handed to me on a silver platter.

Slathering my hole with a generous amount of lube, I positioned myself on the edge of the bed, my ass presented to Parker or Tyler or Cameron or whatever the fuck his name was. Once I was in position, my hole ready for business, the guy grabbed me by the hips and shoved into me.

“FUCK,” I screamed, my sphincter straining against the sudden assault of his thick dick. “Shit, you’ve got a big cock.”

“Yeah, bitch,” he slapped my ass. “It’s a real hole stretcher. Always makes the bitches scream when I smash their cunts.”

He was definitely smashing my cunt—hard. Over the years, I had taken enough straight guy cock to know that this was not going to be an easy ride. True to his type, the guy was pummeling the shit out of me, his hands gripping into my hips, forcing me into the precise rhythm he needed to get off as he jackhammered the shit out of me.

It was fucking amazing.

Like a good power bottom, I yielded full control to him. Don’t get me wrong, the ride was extremely enjoyable for me. Yet his satisfaction superseded my own. My purpose was to submit to him fully, allowing him to use me in any manner necessary to get him off. My body was just an object—an inanimate device—for his use and pleasure.

“You like my cunt?” I asked as he continued to pound me relentlessly. “You like your big dick in my tight hole?”

“Fuck, bro,” he exhaled, his balls slapping my ass. “Your cunt is fucking amazing—it’s tight as shit. I’m tryin’ so hard not to cum.”

“You can shoot in me,” I taunted. “Fucking seed my hole—fucking own this cunt.”

“Damn, that’s hot,” he replied, his cock growing even more rigid inside me at the thought of breeding me. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

Tilting my hips, I adjusted the angle, his big dick sliding even deeper into my void. He was battering my inner-sphincter, causing my eyes to roll back into my head. I could feel his balls, mashed against my hole, as they began to throb. His cock swelled inside me, pressing against the walls of my fuck canal.

“Fuck, bro,” he announced urgently. “I’m about to—oh FUCK—I’m about to—FUCK—FUCK.”

“Oohh—shiiiit,” I exclaimed, the hung stud’s warm seed spewing in my depths as he railed me from behind, my eyes closed in ecstasy. I could feel every pulse of his cock as rope after rope of his load was deposited in me. “Fucking breed me,” I begged, elated to have his cum inside me.

He pulled out abruptly, slapping my ass like guys always do in porn films. I turned back to look at him, his load gushing from my wrecked hole, his cummy cock dripping onto the floor. And that’s when I froze in terror. We weren’t alone. My nephew Riley and all of his buds were watching us. How long had they been there?

“Riley,” I gasped. “Please don’t be mad. It all happened so fast—”

“My turn to fuck him,” Riley announced, ignoring my pleas for forgiveness. Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his hard eight-incher, a drop of precum already at the tip. “You should have let me fuck him first, Conner,” he admonished his buddy. “It’s my birthday after all.”

And then my nephew shoved his big dick into my sloppy hole, grabbing me by the hips just like his buddy had done, jackhammering my used cunt at a breakneck pace. Was this really happening? Was I truly getting fucked by my nephew?

“Jesus, Conner,” Riley admonished playfully. “You dumped a huge fucking load in this cunt. I guess I’m just gonna have to add my own load to the mix.”

And after a few more deep thrusts, Riley’s balls smacking my ass, he did just that—dumped a huge load in me. Grunting over and over again, he deposited our shared DNA into my awaiting depths.

I’d like to say that in that moment, while my nephew was breeding me, I had some sense of remorse, a possible regret for crossing that incestuous line. But honestly, I didn’t give a fuck about some stupid taboo. Having Riley’s big cock in me, his load in my bowels, was just too fucking good.

When his cock had stopped throbbing, his balls depleted, Riley pulled out of me. Almost immediately another cock was thrust inside me. This time it was Preston or Jackson or—I didn’t really know or care who the fuck it was.

Like his predecessors, the guy grabbed me by the hips and launched a rigorous fucking inside my sloppy hole, not letting up until he had dumped his load into the cum soup inside of me. He pulled out abruptly, a melange of cum streaming out of my hole, as he high-fived the next guy whose cock was suddenly shoved into my used cunt.

The next few hours became a blur as the guys took multiple turns with my hole—cock after cock, load after load, pounding me over and over. I hadn’t been dicked down that hard since my days in the army, and I was loving every minute of it.

It was late the next morning when I awoke, the bed soaked with sweat, sex, and cum—evidence of the night of debauchery. My hole was puffy and sore, but in the best possible way. I was yawning and stretching, trying to bring myself back to the land of the living, when I noticed Riley in the doorway to my room, wearing nothing but a pair of briefs.

“The guys just left,” he informed me, his voice hoarse from too much beer, weed, and fucking. “They wanted me to thank you for—uh—everything, and said they’d like to do it again soon.”

“Any time you like,” I smiled. “You hungry? I could scramble up some eggs for breakfast.”

“I was more thinking I’d like to dump another load in you,” Riley announced, climbing onto the bed with me. He pulled down the front of his briefs, his morning wood springing to attention. “I really want to be inside you again.”

But before I could give my assent, Riley pushed my knees to my chest and shoved his big cock into my used, puffy hole. My legs wrapped instinctively around his firm ass while he began to pummel me, his rhythm unrelenting.

“You’re not gonna tell my dad that I fucked you?” he beseeched, his eyes locking on mine, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust. “I don’t think he—”

“I’m not going to tell your dad,” I assured my nephew. “But I don’t think he’d be all that angry. Your dad used to fuck my ass all the time before he married your mom. He’s the reason I became such a talented power bottom.”

And with that realization, Riley promptly dumped a huge fucking load inside me. It was indeed good to be the super cool guncle.

Being a practice cock to help your gay buddy hone his blowjob skills is just being a good straight friend.