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“You boys need something?” my buddy’s dad asked, holding up the flap to his tent as I climbed in with him. A single camping lamp burned in one corner of the tent, illuminating his muscular, hairy body.
“I’m freezing cold,” I shivered. The outside temperature had dropped to the lower forties, yet Brock was shirtless in his sleeping bag. “Aren’t you cold?”
“Nah, I never get cold,” he winked, stroking his dense forest of chest hair, seemingly for my benefit. “Not with all this man fur that I’ve got.” And then he opened his sleeping bag for me, fully naked, his massive cock ready for action. “Why don’t you climb in here with me, Parker?” he offered. “I can warm you up.”
The annual spring camping trip with Grayson and his dad Brock had started when we were kids. And though I had been attracted to my buddy’s dad and his über masculine body since my earliest pubescent days, my lust for Brock only intensified after I had reached maturity. And though I was still deeply in the closet at the age of eighteen, I suspected that my desires had become apparent to him.
The first change in Brock’s attitude toward me occurred during our ritual plunge into a waterfall basin that was near our campsite, the icy waters churning with melt off from winter snows. We had always worn swim suits but, now that Grayson and I were grown, his dad stripped down naked with his big, floppy cock swinging between his hairy legs. He encouraged Grayson and me to do the same. Grayson and I politely averted our glances, not wanting to get caught staring at each other’s cocks. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off his dad’s huge dick—meaty and delicious, begging for attention.
To be fair, I knew Brock was hung like fuck. After the divorce from Grayson’s mom, it was no secret that he was giving it to all the divorced moms in the neighborhood—some of the married ones, too. I had overheard my mom’s friend Mina bragging that Brock had nearly busted her pussy, laughing that she almost needed stitches by the time he was done with her. Hearing shit like that only made me want Brock all the more.
On our first night of camping, Brock always made s’mores for Grayson and me as we sat around the campfire. But now that we were “big guys,” as he put it, Brock passed around a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. Taking the first swig, he then passed the bottle to me. Eagerly, I took my first sip, the alcohol burning on its way down, my cock hardening at the thought of his saliva on the rim of the bottle.
After several passes, the whiskey nearly gone, Brock passed the bottle to me once more. “Grayson tells me he’s been fucking that girl Bella up the street—the one with the big tits. Apparently, she’s a slut for dick just like her mom. You been fucking her, too, Parker?”
“Nah,” Grayson laughed, answering for me. “Parker is still a virgin.”
“Nothing to be ashamed of,” Brock winked at me. “It’ll happen when you’re ready. And something tells me your time will be soon,” he locked eyes with me.
My mind reeled. Was Brock flirting with me? I barely had time to process what was happening when Grayson stood up and yawned. “I’m tired as fuck,” he announced, staggering to the tent that we shared. Usually, I followed Grayson to bed. But with the alcohol coursing through my veins, my hormones in overdrive, I decided to stay by the fire with Brock, hoping he might make a move on me.
“I’m gonna hit the sack, too,” Brock announced, giving a broad stretch before heading to his tent. “You boys sleep well tonight. I’m always here if you . . . need anything.”
Did Brock expect me to follow him? Was the anything his cock? I was confused and, thus, made my way back to the tent I shared with Grayson. He was snoring lightly, huddled in his sleeping bag. I climbed into my own sleeping bag, resting my arms behind my head.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I should have made a move on my buddy’s dad when the two of us were alone by the fire. But I did nothing, waiting for him to proposition me. But the night was not lost. I needed to grab the bull by the horns and make my move. I needed to offer myself up to Brock.
Climbing out of my tent, I was elated to see his camping lamp illuminating the sides of his tent. Brock was clearly still awake.
“You boys need something?” he asked, holding up the flap to his tent as I climbed in with him, the lamp illuminating his muscular, hairy body.
“Aren’t you cold?” I asked, noting that he was shirtless. “I’m freezing,” I shivered.
“Nah, I never get cold,” Brock winked, stroking his dense forest of chest hair. “Not with all this man fur that I’ve got.” And then he opened his sleeping bag for me, naked beneath, his massive cock ready for action. “Why don’t you climb in here with me, Parker?” he offered. “I can warm you up.”
Instantly, my face was buried in his furry chest as Brock wrapped his muscular arms around me. Flipping us over within his sleeping bag, he was suddenly on top of me, pulling off my sweat pants with his meaty hands.
“I was hoping you’d come find me,” he growled, his breath hot at my ear, his scruffy beard scratching my cheek. “I’ve been jonesing to get my cock inside you all day.”
And then he kissed down my body, skirting around my cock, until his lips met my thighs. With his strong hands, he pushed my knees into my chest, exposing my hole to him. And then I felt it—his tongue probing into the puckered folds of my sphincter. The sensation was incredible, my toes curling as he licked and sucked at my hole, readying it for him.
“Holy fuck,” I moaned, pulling off his winter cap and running my fingers through his thick head of hair as Brock ate my hole ravenously. I tensed for a brief second as he pushed one and then two of his thick fingers inside of me, widening them scissor-like, opening my hole for him. “That feels so fucking good.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he laughed, pushing himself upward onto his muscular arms, his cock head pressed up against my virgin hole. And then—with one, deep thrust—Brock was inside me. I was a virgin no more.
“FUCK,” I cried, lighting bolts in my vision, my hole ripped apart. “It hurts so bad,” I whined like a baby.
“Just ride out the pain,” Brock advised, holding still inside me. “The first time hurts like fuck at first, but you’ll soon be feeling good.”
“Have you fucked a lot of virgins, like me?” I asked my sphincter still locked around the base of his cock, my legs tensing.
“I’ve had more than my fair share of virgins—both girls and guys,” Brock shared, his cock beginning to move slowly inside of me.
“I—I didn’t know you fucked guys,” I admitted, the pain subsiding, my sphincter relaxing.
“I love fucking pussy,” he answered matter-of-factly. “But nothing beats fucking a guy’s ass,” Brock suddenly shoved deep inside of me, his balls mashed against my hole. “You see how deep I am inside of you—all nine inches of me?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, my eyes rolling back into my head.
“There’s no pussy on earth that will allow me to do that,” he laughed, smacking my ass. “Or will allow me to do this—”
And then Brock began a violent assault on my ass, hammering at my hole with his big dick, beating it into submission. My hands gripped his hairy forearms, bracing myself against his assault. “You’re so deep,” I screamed in amazement, waves of pleasure coursing through my body with each driving thrust.
“Yeah, open that cunt for me,” he barked, looking down at his big dick gliding in and out of me. “That gaping cunt is a virgin hole no more.”
He was right. My virgin hole had morphed into the man cunt that it was always meant to be. I was taking his big dick like a champ—and I was fucking loving it. Stretching my legs, I wrapped them around his meaty ass, pulling him into me. Over and over, Brock pounded my hole. Though it was cold as fuck outside, the tent was blazing hot, our body heat raising the temperature. Sweat began to pool upon Brock’s hairy chest, raining down upon my body as he pounded me mercilessly.
“You like my big dick?” he asked, his cock a battering ram in my bowels. “You like this big dick all up in you?”
“Yes,” I exhaled, struggling to breathe, overwhelmed by the intensity of his assault. “Your big cock feels so good inside of me.”
“You gonna let me cum inside you?” Brock demanded, his balls slapping my ass with each deep thrust. “You gonna let me breed your cunt?”
“Breed me,” I begged. “Fucking dump that load in me.”
“You’re about to get it,” he warned, his cock swelling inside of me, pressing against the walls of my fuck canal. Instantly, I felt a deep throbbing in my bowels as Brock cried out, “FUCK—Here it comes—FUCK—SHIT—FUCK.”
He collapsed upon me, his cock pulsing in my depths, his warm cum spewing into my unchartered void, marking me as his own. “Breed me,” I begged again, his warm load spreading through my guts. “Fill me with your seed.”
“Damn, you’ve got a cunt made for cock,” he growled, pulling out of me, watching as his pearly load gushed from my wrecked hole. “I’ll be right back.”
And then suddenly Brock was gone—naked and into the cold night. I assumed he had to piss, but didn’t hear the sound of his stream splashing up against a tree or into the dirt behind our tent. Yet before I could wonder for too long, the mystery was solved.
“Dad says you’re taking cock in here,” Grayson suddenly climbed into the tent with me, pulling down his sweat pants and resting the waistband beneath his balls, unleashing a cock that mirrored his dad’s big dick in every way. “Fuuuuuck,” Grayson exhaled, pushing into my cummy hole, fucking me with his own father’s cum as lube.
“Told you he’s got a hot hole,” Brock suddenly appeared behind Grayson, his meaty hands on his son’s shoulders. “That’s it, son. Fuck his ass with your big dick,” Brock encouraged Grayson as he pummeled my hole. “Fuck the shit out of that little cock slut.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
My dad looked around to make sure nobody was coming and then bent over the car. I got my dick hard and got behind him and started to push in. We have been doing this for a while, I love the way he felt on me and he told me I helped him satisfy his desires for it. “You did so good at practice today,” he told me as I began to slide in and out of him. “Thanks Dad,” I replied, he made me so crazy when he complemented me. I wanted to make him proud. I held onto his hips and started to pound into him, I couldn’t wait to cum in him and mark him like I had done so many times. I looked down and watched my dick go in and out and wondered how I got so lucky. “Slow down buddy, it’s not a race,” my Dad told me as he reached around, grabbed grab my ass, and slowed my speed.
“Shit, that’s good,” I moaned, my face pressed up against the men’s room partition, my big cock stuffed through the glory hole. Some random dude was on the other side, inching me closer to orgasm with his talented mouth. I had never been sucked off at a glory hole, yet the encounter would prove to be a memorable one.
Moments earlier, I had been standing outside my dad’s downtown office building, waiting to meet up with him for lunch, when he texted:
“Stuck in a meeting. Will call you when I’m ready for lunch. Twenty minutes maybe.”
I texted Dad back, telling him to take his time, that I was in no hurry. Needing to take a piss before lunch, I headed down to the men’s room in the basement of his office building.
A man in a shirt and tie bumped into me, exiting the men’s room just as I was entering. His face was flushed and sweaty. “The good one is in there today,” he whispered to me, his breath hot at my ear. “He’s fucking amazing.” But I paid the guy no heed, having no clue what he meant.
The basement men’s room was small with just two toilet stalls and a urinal. An out-of-order sign was displayed above the urinal. One of the two toilet stalls looked to be occupied, so I sidled into the open one to relieve myself. Just as I pulled out my cock to piss, standing before the toilet, I noticed it—a round glory hole carved out of the thin partition between the two toilet stalls.
I had seen countless men’s room glory holes in gas stations, fast food joints, big box hardware stores, and the library at my college. Often these glory holes were unmanned, an abandoned hole with no use, dried cum streaked down the partition from former days of glory.
However, on the few occasions when there had been a dude on the other side, a random mouth offering to bring me to glory, I had chickened out. Stuffing my cock back into my pants, instead of through that hole, I had always denied myself—and the guy on the other side—a moment of glory.
Yet this particular day would be different. The truth was that I was horny as fuck, with no pussy in nearly six months. It was the longest dry spell I had ever experienced since losing my virginity to some slutty bitch at a house party, playing Seven Minutes in Heaven in a coat closet, my dick wrapped in a Trojan.
So when I stood pissing at that men’s room toilet, horny as fuck with my big cock in hand, the thought of getting sucked off was appealing. And when a thick finger suddenly emerged through the glory hole, motioning for me to stuff my junk through it, beckoning me to dump a load, my only thought was:
Why the fuck not?
I wasn’t even fully hard when I shoved my cock through that glory hole, a golden drop of piss still dangling at the tip, but the dude had me rock hard in no time. His talented mouth enveloped my big dick with a warm wetness that felt amazing—even better than pussy. Jesus, the man could suck a dick.
I pressed my body firmly against the partition, wanting to give the dude full access to my eight-incher. Wet sounds emanated from the other side as he gobbled voraciously on my dick. “Mmm yeah—suck my cock,” I instructed through the partition. “Suck my big fucking cock.”
The dude seemed charged by my verbal commands, sucking harder, pulling me deeper down his warm throat. His tongue swirled around my cock head, teasing it. His pressure was perfect, his rhythm instinctual. Uncannily, he replicated the exact tempo and pace I employed when jacking off or fucking pussy.
I could feel his lips wrapped tightly around my shaft, his head a piston, taking me in and out of his throat. The dude seemed to have no gag reflex, my cock head pounding his tonsils over and over. I had experienced my share of toothy blowjobs from girlfriends and random bitches over the years, but nothing could compare to this cocksucker’s raw talent.
“You like sucking this big dick?” I inquired rhetorically, my hips rocking with his motion, my open belt buckle clanging against the partition. “You like this big cock down your throat?”
“Mmpft, mmpft,” he affirmed, not taking my dick out of his mouth, his tongue stimulating the underside of my thick shaft as he bobbed up and down on it.
“Shit, that’s good,” I moaned, my face pressed up against the partition as he inched me closer to orgasm with his talented mouth. Christ, it felt amazing—the best blow job that I could ever imagine. Unfortunately, my swollen nuts agreed. Smashed up against the hole, my balls had started to throb, eager to bring me to glory.
“You want my load?” I demanded urgently, cum rising in my shaft, my load imminent. “You want me to shoot down your throat?”
“Mmpft, mmpft,” he replied once more, sucking harder on me, desperate for me to feed him.
“FUCK,” I grunted, my body slamming against the glory hole, my hands reaching up to grasp the top of the partition in order to stabilize myself. My load went spewing in his mouth, down his throat, as my cock pulsed over and over again, swelling to nearly the same diameter as the glory hole.
The cocksucker held still on it, allowing my balls to drain completely, before releasing me. He licked my spent cock clean, his tongue probing my cock slit, devouring every drop of cum that my balls had yielded to him.
I pulled my spent cock out of the glory hole slowly as he finally released me, weak on my legs. One last drop of my pearly load started to form at the tip. I contemplated pushing back through, feeding that last morsel to him. But before I could act, my phone sounded loudly.
Startled, I retrieved my ringing phone from my pants pocket. Dad’s name and number was flashing on the screen. Shit, I had almost forgotten my lunch plans with him. I answered my phone hurriedly, trying to catch my breath, my wet dick still swinging free from my open pants.
“Thanks for your patience, son,” Dad’s deep baritone boomed. “I’ve just finished my—uh—meeting. I’ll meet you out front of the building in a couple minutes.”
I froze in horror, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach. Dad’s voice wasn’t just coming from the phone, it was reverberating loudly from the other side of the glory hole.
Fuck.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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The lights switched on suddenly, breaking the darkness, and there he was before me—cum covering his face and dripping off his beard. How many loads had the cocksucker taken in that darkened, sordid room? Easily more than fifty. Maybe a hundred?
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