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

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

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

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

Jake’s jaw clenched. "I’m not—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I might have borrowed them,” I answered feebly as I entered Kyle’s room.

“Borrowed them?” he spat incredulously, his towel barely covering his junk. “Why the fuck would you wear my good underwear?”