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Hey guys, I have written a fair amount of erotic fiction elsewhere under the username Freckleman64. This is a story I wrote (10 chapters) that I think would be fun for this site. Lots of bareback sex and, toward the end, a bit of incest. And so, so, so much cucking. So enjoy! Cucked By My Dad Chapter 01: Dad seduces my boyfriend! My name is Leo, and I’m an 18-year-old virgin. Ugh, it feels gross just to admit that. I know what you’re thinking–plenty of people don’t lose their virginities until their late teens or early twenties. What’s the issue? But you don’t understand! I want to lose my virginity more than anything, but every time I get close to a guy, my dad swoops in and ruins everything. It’s not that I think my dad is a bad guy or anything. He’s always been a good dad: kind, caring, not afraid to show emotion or be vulnerable. He was nothing but supportive when I came out of the closet a few years ago, and in our small town, that’s not something to take for granted. He’s a great husband to my mom, too. They seem so happy sometimes it honestly makes me feel a little queasy inside. But for whatever reason, he is the world’s number one cockblock. It doesn’t help that he’s objectively fucking hot. I mean, I’m not into him, obviously–he’s my dad, for Christ’s sake! Talk about yuck. But that doesn’t mean I don’t see why other guys would be all over him. It’s not like he’s got a six-pack or anything, but he’s beefy and muscular from years of working construction. I guess he’s like a bear, kind of, since he’s pretty hairy and he’s got a crew cut and that thick mustache. It’s really furry. I’m nothing like that, sadly. I’ve always been short, and I’m about as pale and smooth as a porcelain doll. But I like to think I’m hot in my own right! I get a lot of compliments on my curly brown hair and I’ve always had a perky ass. When we’re at the beach, guys are always doing a double-take to see me in my little swim trunks. Of course, then they see my dad, and they forget all about me… Anyway, enough about him. This is about my boyfriend, Kevin. He’s so dreamy! Kevin is my first-ever boyfriend, and the story of how we got together is actually really fucking cute. We’re both seniors and until recently, I never thought I could score a hunk like him. He’s an actor, and a really fucking good one. I watched him perform in Grease for all ten runs. He was such a good Danny Zuko. He’s got that dark-haired, brooding look to him, and his scruff is so fucking sexy. I actually auditioned just to be close to him, but I didn’t make the cut (that’s neither here nor there). That didn’t stop my crush, though. He was straight, as far as I knew, but I can be persistent when I want to be so I didn’t think that would be an issue. I stayed late after his final performance even though he’d never so much as said a word to me before. But when he came out from backstage, his hair still greased back, there I was in my tightest pair of shorts clutching a bouquet of daisies. “Omigosh, you were so amazing!” I said, racing over to him before any of the other fangirls had a chance to swoop in. He did that sexy head nod thing that guys do and took the flowers from me. “Thanks.” “I hope you’re going to keep acting after high school,” I said, touching his wrist. “You’re so talented.” He gave me a humble smile. “Nah, I’m going to be a mechanic like my dad.” I gasped. “No! What a loss.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, I know. I auditioned for NYU, but… I didn’t get in.” I shook my head ruefully. “They don’t know what they’re missing. But seriously, don’t give up. We need more actors like you.” He laughed a little and scratched the back of his head. “You really think so?” One of the other actors, a tall, bro-y guy named Jason, clapped him on the shoulder. “Yo, you riding with me?” “Yeah man,” said Kevin. He looked at me for a moment, then tilted his head. “Hey… we’re having a little cast party after this. You wanna come?” My heart skipped a beat. My all-time crush was not only talking to me, but inviting me to a party. Fuck yes! “Sure,” I said nonchalantly. “Rad,” said Kevin. That was how I ended up in the backseat of Jason’s mom’s Honda Accord, headed to a party with the future love of my life. Kevin and Jason sat in the front, chatting about the play and who was gonna bring beer to the party. I just sat in the back, reveling in my good luck and workshopping my plan to get in Kevin’s pants by the end of the night. The party was at some girl’s parents’ house out in the sticks. It was already in full swing when we arrived. I could hear loud bass music thumping from inside the house before I even got out of the car. The second I walked through the door, Kevin and Jason headed straight for the beer keg, leaving me all alone. No matter. I knew how to socialize just fine, and besides, I didn’t want to come on too strong with Kevin. Better to work the room a little and then make my move once I had the lay of the land. I filled a cup full of cranberry juice and vodka and sipped at it, scanning the room of actors. I spotted the guy who played Kenickie chugging a beer in the center of the room, the foam spilling all over his tanned, shirtless torso. Rizzo was in the corner gossiping with Sandy, and they were both shooting looks at Kenickie as he burped loudly and crushed the can against his forehead. A girl stood up on the coffee table and turned the music down on her phone. I recognized her as the girl who played Principal McGee, although I think her name was Rachel or something. “Okay guys,” said Rachel (?) with a slight slur in her voice. “Who wants to play Spin the Bottlleeee?” Cheers sprang out across the room. We all gathered in a circle as Rachel (actually, now I’m thinking it was Rebecca) grabbed an empty bottle of André and placed it in the middle. For a brief moment, my heart stopped as I realized that Kevin was nowhere to be seen. But he soon emerged from the back hallway, zipping his pants. “Sorry, I had to piss!” he said as he took a seat across the circle from me. I blushed. God, to be a fly on the wall in that bathroom. The game started out simply enough–Principal McGee kissed Roger, Rizzo kissed one of the stagehands, and Sandy sucked face with Kenickie (to Rizzo’s chagrin). One of the tech girls spun the bottle and landed on the girl who did costumes, which got a lot of whoops and hollers as they swapped spit for a few seconds. Then it was Kevin’s turn, and my heart was beating out of my fucking chest. “Come on bro!” said Jason as Kevin grabbed the bottle and spun. It felt like the world stopped for a moment, the sound dropping away until all that was left was Kevin, the bottle, and me. I watched it like a hawk, praying to God or Stan or whoever had the power to stop that bottle right on me. It started to slow, and for one sickening moment I thought it might land on the disgusting little gremlin next to me, but then it stopped pointing straight. At. Me. “Thank you God/Stan/whoever,” I prayed silently. I could see the redness on Kevin’s cheeks from across the room. For a moment nobody moved, and then Jason shook his head. “Nah, you gotta reroll.” I could have strangled him. “Says who?” I asked, a little too loud. Jason laughed uncomfortably. “Come on. That’s not fair. You can’t ask a guy like Kev to suck face with another dude.” “Those two did it,” I said, pointing at the (temporary) lesbians who’d spun the bottle before me. “Yeah, but that’s different,” Kenickie chimed in. “They’re like… hot.” My face was burning. This was my moment, dammit! And yet it seemed like the room was turning against me. For a second, I thought all was lost. But then Kevin got to his knees and started crawling over to me. “Dude, what are you doing?” asked Jason. I could feel my heart thumping as he edged his way closer to me. Suddenly he was on his knees in front of me, and everyone else in the room ceased to exist. “You ready?” he asked, his voice low and wavering. I nodded. He leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. The scratch of his unshaven face brushed against my skin as he crushed his lips against mine. He tasted like bitter hops from the beer, but it turned sweet in my mouth. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment and trying to ignore the sounds of laughter and jeering that came from all around us. Finally, he broke the kiss and leaned back, looking at me like a nervous little puppy dog. “Gross,” said Jason. I glowered at him, but Kevin was already on his feet and walking away. He didn’t go back to his spot in the circle, though–he headed for the beer keg in the kitchen instead. I waited for the attention to shift to the next couple, then slipped out of the circle and joined Kevin in the kitchen. I leaned up against the bar in what I hoped was a casual manner. “Hey,” I said. He gave me a nod but kept his eyes on the beer keg as he filled his cup. “Hey,” he said gruffly. “Are you okay?” I asked. “I know that was… kind of a lot.” He drained his beer, then crushed the cup and threw it in the trash. “You wanna go somewhere and talk?” Fuck yeah, I did. “Sure,” I said breezily. I followed him up to one of the second-floor bedrooms. From the look of the decorations, it seemed to be a little girl’s bedroom. Kevin sat down on the pink princess bed and buried his head in his hands. On the nightstand sat a framed photo of a chubby little redheaded girl in a ballerina costume, grinning at me. I turned her flat on the table–she didn’t need to see this. We sat there in silence for a moment until finally, Kevin looked up at me. His eyes were red. “There’s something you should know,” he said cryptically. I instantly popped a hardon. I crossed my legs and nodded, a beacon of sympathy. “I’m here for whatever you need to tell me.” He took a deep breath, his lip quivering. This was it, the moment I’d been waiting for. Would we do it here, in the bed? In Jason’s mom’s Honda Accord? Before I could settle on a place, he looked away again, shaking his head. I stifled a sigh of impatience. I’d waited 18 years to get fucked up the ass–surely I could wait a few more seconds for him to work through whatever macho bullshit was clearly going on in his sweet, sexy brain. Suddenly he was looking at me again, and he said in a voice barely above a whisper, “I think I might be bi.” The words landed like winning lottery numbers. I wanted to cheer and scream and grab his cock through his pants. Instead, I smiled and took his hand. “Thank you for telling me,” I said. “I’ve never told anyone,” he said, his lip trembling. “But you’re so sweet, and you brought me those flowers…” Bingo. I knew those daisies would be a one-way ticket to Pound Town. Best $12.46 I ever spent. “...I just feel like I can trust you.” He was doing those puppy dog eyes again. I needed him inside me. “Of course, you can,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. He hugged me, burying his face in my chest. I wrapped my arms around him, breathing in his scent. He smelled so good, like Axe body spray and hair gel and a little bit of BO. My kind of guy. We stayed like that for a moment–his face in my chest, me surreptitiously smelling his hair–but when he looked up at me, I knew immediately we both wanted the same thing. We kissed again, this time with mouths open and tongues wandering wherever they damn well pleased. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him into me. He grabbed my waist and lowered me onto the bed, sliding on top of me. He rubbed his cock against mine, making both of us hard as our tongues battled. I couldn’t believe it–this was really happening! Finally, after 18 years of pining and furiously masturbating to Calvin Klein ads, tonight would be the night I would lose my virginity. Stupidly, I hadn’t thought to bring any condoms or lube, but I figured Kevin was trustworthy enough and we could just use spit. But when I went to unzip his pants, he pulled away. “Wait,” he said, sitting back up. “What is it?” I asked, not caring what it was and wanting to return to pulling his cock out of his pants. “I don’t think I’m ready for this,” he said. I wanted to scream. Instead, I just said, “Oh.” “I mean, you’re amazing. And it’s not like I’ve never fucked a girl or anything. I just think… I need a little more time before I’m ready for all that… with a guy.” I nodded graciously. “I understand,” I lied. Sure, it wasn’t the night of my dreams. But it was leaps and bounds more than anything I had done before, and I was certain with time, I could work on him. We made out a little bit more that night (no more hand stuff, sadly) but soon someone was knocking on the door and Kevin kind of freaked out so we had to stop. Since then, I’ve been texting him every day, and he’s really the sweetest. We agreed to take things slow, what with him not being out and all, but I’m hoping I can convince him to at least let me blow him a little and then maybe it will feel so good he’ll give in and put it in my butt? A boy can dream. So that brings me back to my father. He saw my texts with Kevin and found out I had a boyfriend and got all overprotective, so he made me invite Kevin over for dinner so he could meet him and, I don’t know, do that whole “What are your intentions with my son?” thing. I just wanted to get the whole thing over with so we could go back to Kevin’s place and maybe do a little bit of heavy petting. Kevin was kind of intimidated by the whole thing, but he was a good sport and agreed to come over as long as I didn’t tell anyone from school. The night of the dinner he showed up right at six, a bottle of sparkling cider in one hand and a single rose in the other. “Oh my God,” I said when I opened the door. “You’re so sweet!” He grinned. “I thought you’d like it.” He handed me the flower and kissed me on the cheek. From behind me came the sound of my father clearing his throat. “So, you’re the young man who’s dating my son,” he said in that loud, booming voice of his. I turned to see him eyeing Kevin with a stern look on his face, the same one he used when he was disciplining me. I knew him enough to know he was more bark than bite, but Kevin’s face went pale. “Y-yes sir.” He handed my father the bottle of sparkling cider. “This is for you and your wife.” My dad eyed the bottle, then nodded approvingly. “I like a boy who knows his manners. I’m Jud.” He shook Kevin’s hand and gave him a warm smile. Kevin smiled bashfully. “Kevin,” he said, his voice cracking. My dad kept Kevin’s hand firmly in his and clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on in, son.” I followed them into the living room, silently cheering at how well things were going. By this rate, I’d be deflowered by dessert. “I gotta check on dinner,” my dad said as he finally let go of Kevin’s hand. “You boys get comfortable.” The second he left, I wrapped my arms around Kevin and squealed. “Babe, this is going so well! The flowers and the cider were so sweet. I didn’t know you were such a gentleman.” Kevin ignored me, still staring after my dad as he busied himself in the kitchen. It took me shaking his arm to snap him out of it. “What’s that? Oh, yeah, totally.” I frowned. “Are you alright? You’re acting kind of weird.” He shook his head. “I’m fine. I just want your dad to like me, that’s all.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in close to me. “I was thinking maybe after this we could go for a drive in your car. Maybe hit up that spot by the lake?” The lake was notorious for being the go-to spot for horny teenagers. I’d always wanted to be one of those horny teens getting hot and steamy in the backseat. I figured it’d be the perfect place for a little after-dinner anal. He just nodded absentmindedly. “Sure, sure.” Dad came back a minute later wearing a small apron that said “Kiss the Cook,” a tray of small Swedish meatballs in his hand. He presented the tray to Kevin. “A little appetizer for you boys.” “Thank you, sir.” Kevin took one, his eyes lingering on my dad’s. “Oh hell yeah!” I grabbed two of them and shoved one in my mouth right away. “Ugh, Dad, you make the best meatballs.” My dad winked at Kevin. “Go ahead, try one.” Kevin slipped the meatball into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it as it disappeared inside him. When he pulled the toothpick out, it was clean. “Mmm,” he moaned, his eyes fluttering. “Now that’s a compliment,” my dad said, grinning. I grabbed another meatball and bit into it. “Hey, where’s mom? I thought she was supposed to be back from her conference by now.” “She’s stuck in that traffic on I-95,” said dad, his eyes trained on Kevin. “Bumper-to-bumper traffic. Don’t think she’ll be able to make it in time for dinner, unfortunately.” Kevin licked his lips, probably just getting that last bit of meatball sauce. I pouted. “That sucks, I wanted her to meet Kevin.” Dad grabbed one of the meatballs and winked. “I’m sure I can handle this young man all by myself,” he said, then sucked the meatball off the toothpick. Kevin blushed. I rolled my eyes. “But in all seriousness–I do have a few questions for you, as Leo’s dad.” “Ugh, Dad, do we have to?” I asked petulantly. “I thought this was supposed to be a get-to-know-you dinner, not a grilling session.” My father frowned at me. “Now Leo, you may be 18, but you’re still my son. A father has a right to know the man who’s dating his son.” I scoffed. “Fine, but please don’t embarrass me.” My dad nodded toward the couch. “Have a seat.” I sat next to Kevin on the couch while my dad reclined in the sofa chair. I took Kevin’s hand in mine, surprised at how sweaty it was. It was so cute how nervous he was getting. My dad studied Kevin for a moment, then said, “So, Kevin. What are your plans after graduation?” Kevin shifted beside me, clearing his throat. “Well, I was gonna go to trade school. Be a mechanic, like my dad.” Dad raised an eyebrow. “A man who works with his hands? I can respect that.” He extended his hand to Kevin, who hesitated a beat before taking it. My dad’s grip was firm, his large, rough hand engulfing Kevin’s. “Real man earns his calluses, every one,” my dad said as he traced the pads of Kevin’s fingers, his eyes trained on my boyfriend’s. I stepped in, anxious to shift the conversation. “Kevin’s also an actor,” I said quickly. I took his hand from my dad and smiled. “He’s really talented.” My dad let out a short bark of a laugh. “Acting, huh? That gonna pay the bills?” I flinched. Kevin squeezed my hand a little tighter. “No, he’s right.” Kevin gave me a half-smile. “I think it’s time I face the music.” My father leaned forward, clasping his hands. “Let’s cut to the chase. You seem like a good boy, but I’m wondering if you’re serious about my son.” Kevin swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes darted to mine. I gave him a soft smile to reassure him. “I, uh… yes. I really like Leo,” Kevin said, his voice a little shaky. My heart fluttered, but Dad just raised an eyebrow, his lips curling in a faint smirk. “Uh-huh. And what exactly are your plans with him?” His voice dropped slightly, more intimate now. Almost like I wasn’t in the room, but still with a clear challenge behind it. “W-we’re taking things slow,” Kevin sputtered. My dad leaned back in his chair and grunted. “Slow, huh? Don’t know if I buy that. Teenage boys always want something–randy little fuckers, all of you.” “Dad!” I hissed, mortified. My dad chuckled. “What, you think I don’t remember what it’s like? I was a horny little devil myself when I was your age. Still am, if you ask your mother.” Kevin’s face flushed, his eyes wide. I felt the heat rising in my own cheeks as the tension in the room grew uncomfortably thick. “You don’t have to worry, sir,” said Kevin. “It’s not like that–” “Oh?” My dad tilted his head, smirking. “So you’re saying you’re a virgin, then?” “Dad!” I said again. God, it was like he was deliberately trying to torture me! Kevin laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, well… no. I mean, this is my first time, y’know… with a guy.” My dad’s grin widened. “The credits really don’t transfer, do they?” I groaned. “Can we please talk about something, anything else?” My dad snapped his fingers. “You know what I just realized? I forgot the cilantro for dinner. Would you mind running to the store for me?” I blinked, confused by the sudden shift. “What? Right now? Can’t we just skip it?” “Nah,” he said, standing up with an exaggerated stretch that exposed his hairy belly. “Brings the whole dish together. Take my car, I’ll give you some cash.” He left for the kitchen. I turned to Kevin, who looked like he was still trying to catch his breath. “I’m so sorry about him-” Kevin shook his head and gave me a nervous smile. “It’s fine. He’s… a little intense, but I can handle it.” I wasn’t so sure about that. “You’re okay if I leave you alone with him?” He nodded. “Go. I’ll be fine.” Reluctantly, I took the money from my dad when he returned and made my way to the door. Just as I was about to leave, I saw my father slide onto the couch next to Kevin, his arm stretching out across the back of the couch. The air between them shifted immediately. “So,” my dad said, his voice low and smooth, “tell me more about this acting thing…” I sped down the road, my fingers drumming anxiously on the steering wheel. Every second away from home was torture. Kevin had handled my dad’s grilling well enough, but who knew what could happen while I was gone? My dad had a way of pushing boundaries, and I didn’t trust him not to scare off my boyfriend in some misguided attempt at protecting me. The line at the store dragged on forever, and by the time I finally made it through checkout, the sky was already starting to get dark. I pulled into the driveway, parking halfway on the grass in my rush to get inside. I slammed the car door shut, cilantro in hand, and hurried to the front door. “Dad? Kevin? I’m back!” I called out as I stepped into the house, but the living room was strangely empty. A sense of unease crept down my spine. I moved into the kitchen. The soup was still simmering on the stove, a slow, lazy swirl of steam rising from the pot, but there was no sign of them. The silence was overwhelming. “Hello?” I called again, a little louder this time, but still no answer. Maybe they’d gone out into the backyard for some reason? I could just see dad pulling out one of his legendary cigars to try to impress Kevin (or more likely, watch him choke on the smoke). But when I peeked outside, the backyard was empty. I felt a knot growing in my stomach as I tried to think where the hell they could have gone. I went back into the front hallway and stood there puzzled for a moment, trying to listen for where they could be. Suddenly I heard a muffled sound coming from upstairs, low and distant. That was strange… maybe Kevin needed to use the bathroom or something? But why wouldn’t he use the one downstairs? I climbed the stairs to the second floor and called out again. “Hello? You guys?” I didn’t hear any response, but I could hear the low rumble of my dad’s voice coming from one of the rooms. I checked my dad’s room first to see if maybe they were in the master bathroom, but no dice. The room was empty except for my parents’ neatly made bed and the faint smell of my mom’s perfume on her nightstand. I even checked Dad’s office, but no one was in there. Where in the world were they? The muffled voices grew louder the closer I got to my bedroom. That was strange–what would they be doing in there? Maybe Dad was giving Kevin a tour or something. But when I approached the door, something stopped me from turning the handle. A small voice in the back to my head urged me to go back downstairs. I didn’t want to know what was on the other side of that door. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of my dad groaning. “Fuck, that’s it.” Emboldened, I turned the knob slowly, prying the door open just a crack so I could peek inside. My dad sat on the bed, his back facing the door. He was leaning back on his elbows, his broad shoulders stretching his t-shirt tight across his chest. His eyes were closed and he had a dreamy smile on his face. For a second I thought he was alone, but then I noticed movement coming from nearby. A flash of dark hair bobbed up and down, disappearing into my father’s lap–Kevin! My knees went weak at the sight. The bed was blocking most of the action, but I could tell he was on his knees in front of my dad, and from the looks of it, he had my dad’s cock in his mouth. What the fuck?! “That’s it, boy,” said my dad. He ran his fingers through Kevin’s hair and gave him a comforting pat on the cheek. “Nice and slow. Keep your lips over your teeth, just like I showed you.” I watched frozen as my boyfriend fellated my father (on my own bed!). I knew that guys were always crushing on my dad, but this? Really? Kevin lifted his head up, letting my dad’s girthy cock slip out of his mouth. Saliva dripped from his wet, red lips. “Like that, sir?” he asked eagerly. “Just like that, baby,” said dad. He stuck his thumb in Kevin’s mouth as my boyfriend sucked on it hungrily. “Remember what I showed you about the balls.” Kevin lifted my dad’s cock above his head and sucked one of his giant balls into his mouth. I could see the other one dangling out of his mouth, hairy and saggy. It looked so huge I was surprised he was even able to fit one of them in. But my dad’s round, saggy testicle was nothing compared to his cock–a massive, meaty snake with a bright pink tip peeking out of the foreskin. Kevin stroked it as he sucked my dad’s balls, still looking up at him with that stupid doe-eyed expression. I watched entranced as the head came in and out of view, retracting into the foreskin with every tug. I may be his son, but even I had to admit the thing was fucking mesmerizing. “Come here, son,” my dad said, his voice husky. For a second, I thought he was talking to me, but then he lifted Kevin off of his crotch and pulled him up onto his lap. I could see that Kevin’s pants were off, his hard cock tenting his boxer briefs. My dad brought him in for a kiss, sliding his underwear below his ass and giving it a squeeze. My boyfriend was making little moaning sounds, fully submitting to my dad’s manhandling. I was still having trouble processing what I was seeing, half convinced that this was all a daydream. But then Kevin let out a little cry, and I could see why–dad had slipped a finger inside Kevin’s asshole, all the way to the second knuckle. “Shh…” said dad. “We don’t want Leo finding us like this.” He was talking about me! What the hell? That was what really snapped me out of it all. I was just about to burst in and start throwing things when Kevin looked up at my dad and said shyly, “I wanna try that other thing you were talking about.” I narrowed my eyes. What other thing? “You sure about that?” my dad asked. He rubbed Kevin’s lip with his thumb. “Not all boys can handle it.” Kevin nodded. “Please, sir. I need it.” Dad stood, and I could see his cock clearly for the first time. He was naked from the waist down, his boxers pooled around his ankles as his cock sprang out from a dark forest of pubic hair. He tore his shirt off, revealing his hairy gut and thick, beefy pecs. I’d seen him shirtless at the beach before, but I had never seen him in all his proud, naked glory. The sight of it left me speechless. Dad kicked off his boxers. “Turn around, baby. Daddy’s gonna get you ready real quick.” I watched in disbelief as my boyfriend leaped to his hands and knees, ass up and face buried in the pillows before I could even blink. His body was pale and slim with a light smattering of chest hair, a contrast to my father’s thick, hairy frame. My dad put his rough, meaty hands on Kevin’s ass cheeks and spread them. He had a hungry look on his face as he stared at Kevin’s hole, enough that I found myself wishing I had a better vantage point so I could see the action. I nearly jumped as he spit loudly on it. As he rubbed the saliva around Kevin’s hole, then started to rub some on his cock, I suddenly realized what was about to happen. No way. No fucking way. My dad was about to fuck my boyfriend! I threw the door open, hitting the wall with a loud slamming noise. “What in the fuck is going on here?” Kevin’s head shot up, his face blank with shock. Even my dad looked temporarily caught off guard, but then he shot me a casual smile and continued stroking his cock. “Hey Leo. Did you get the cilantro?” “Who gives a shit about the cilantro?” I spat out. “You’re fucking my boyfriend!” “Technically,” my dad said, tugging on his foreskin, “we haven’t actually fucked yet.” I was so mad I was shaking. But before I could cuss him out, Kevin sputtered, “I’m sorry, babe! We were just-” “I don’t want to hear anything from you.” I turned on him, seeing red. “You said you wanted to take things slow! But you’ll bend over for my dad five minutes after meeting him?” “To be fair,” my dad said, sliding a finger back into Kevin and eliciting a high-pitched moan, “I was only doing this to help you.” I scoffed. “How is this helping me?” Dad slid his finger in and out, making Kevin whimper a little bit. “How’s he gonna know how to fuck my son if he’s never been with a guy before? I’m doing you both a favor, trust me.” “Thank you, sir,” Kevin moaned at the same time as I said, “We don’t want your help!” I glared at him. “Kevin, put your pants back on and let’s get out of here.” “No!” Kevin said quickly. “I… I mean… I need this, Leo.” I frowned. “Excuse me?” His eyes rolled back in his head as he choked out a groan of pleasure. The reason was obvious–my dad was on his knees now, his hands spreading Kevin’s cheeks while his tongue worked its way inside him. The sound of slurping and my dad’s low, rumbling sighs filled the room. “Oh fuck,” moaned Kevin. “I just… I need to feel your dad in me. I’m sorry, Leo. But then we can totally do whatever you want, I promise!” My dad pulled off of Kevin’s hole, his jaw wet with saliva. He winked at me. “Don’t worry, son. I’ll take good care of him for you.” He shoved Kevin’s head into the bed, grabbed his dick, and slapped the head of his cock against Kevin’s asshole. “You ready, boy? Once I go in I’m not pulling out until it’s done.” “I need it…” Kevin whimpered. I sank into the sofa chair in the corner, watching helplessly as my father penetrated my boyfriend for the first time. “Oh, goooooooood,” moaned Kevin as my dad split him open like a log. Dad’s fingers kneaded Kevin’s ass cheeks as he slipped the head inside, then held it there. He smiled at me. “That’s a good boy,” he said, rubbing Kevin’s ass with affection. “Once you get the head in like this, you wanna go ahead and give my son a few seconds to get used to it. Juuust like that. Why don’t you go ahead and give my cock a squeeze with your hole while I’m in here?” I could tell he must have complied, because my dad’s eyes rolled back and he let out a laugh of pleasure. “Fuck, you’re a natural. Okay, daddy’s gonna go in a little bit more. No, don’t whine, you can take it. That’s it.” I watched him push his cock deeper inside of my boyfriend, stuffing him fuller than I even thought possible. I didn’t know how Kevin could take any more, and my dad was only halfway in! Kevin put his hand back against my dad’s stomach. “Please, sir… it’s too big!” He looked somewhere midway between excruciating pain and unbelievable pleasure when my dad leaned down and kissed him on the neck. “Shhh, it’s okay son. You’re doing so good,” he said as he slid more of his cock inside him. “You’re being so good for me.” A sticky feeling on my fingers made me realize that I had been subconsciously stroking myself through my shorts. I looked down to see a wet spot forming through my briefs, coating my fingers in gooey precum. I hadn’t even realized I was hard! I ripped my hand away, my dick throbbing so hard it ached for release. But no–I wouldn’t be the guy who jerked off while his own father fucked his boyfriend in front of him. I had a little dignity left, at least! “Oh god, I feel so full, sir,” said Kevin, pressing his forehead against the pillow. Dad kissed him on the cheek as he bottomed out inside him. “Call me daddy, remember?” he whispered. “Daaaddyyyy…” Kevin moaned, his body shuddering in pleasure. Now that he’d fit his whole cock inside of Kevin, my dad collapsed on top of him, crushing him into the bed with his weight. Kevin groaned as my dad started rocking his pelvis back and forth, thrusting in and out of his virgin hole. “Is that nice, baby?” dad asked, smacking his hips into Kevin’s ass. Kevin just whimpered, but I could see him pushing his ass out to let my father penetrate him even deeper. He reached back and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving him completely naked except for his socks. “You feel so good, son.” “UGH!” “You needed a real man inside you, didn’t you?” “Oh… mmm… y-yes, sir.” My dad squeezed Kevin’s ass cheeks, playing with them as he sawed in and out. “Fuck… that pussy feels so good, baby. Arch your back… that’s it. Let daddy in.” I was pretty sure they’d both forgotten I was there until my dad said, “You should be taking notes too, son.” He smacked Kevin on the ass, letting Kevin push back and fuck himself on my dad’s dick. “See how he’s got his ass up in the air like that? And he’s not worrying about his cock right now, he’s focusing on me and my pleasure. He’s still squeezing his hole on my dick, just like a good bottom should. You’ve got a lot to learn from him.” I rolled my eyes. As if I would be taking bottoming advice from the boy who cheated on me with my own father! Still, what he was saying did make a lot of sense, so I filed it away for future reference and started stroking myself again. Kevin was moaning loudly now, whimpering like an animal as my dad rutted into him. I could see his hand sliding back to grab my dad’s ass, pulling him in deeper as dad continued to pound away. My hand was flying up and down my cock as I rubbed myself closer over the edge. The whole thing was incredibly humiliating, but all I could focus on was the hot bareback sex happening in front of me. Even if it was my dad, and even if the man he was fucking was my erstwhile boyfriend, I had to admit they looked really fucking hot together. Dad’s beefy gut was smacking up against Kevin’s ass, and his thick, hairy legs were dripping with sweat. Those balls that Kevin had been sucking on so lovingly just a few minutes ago were pummeling his own sack, swinging through the air like a pendulum in perfect rhythm. Dad had a determined look on his face now, like he’d forgotten all about me and was solely concerned about getting off. Kevin, on the other hand, had long since forgotten I existed, and was gripping the bed sheets for dear life as my dad rammed into him again and again. He had an ecstatic smile on his face like I’d never seen before, not in a single one of those Grease shows I’d so dutifully attended. Dad was grunting loudly now, his movements jerky and erratic as he got close to a nut. I could feel myself getting close, cheeks burning with shame as I got cuckolded by my own father. Sweat dripped from his forehead and onto Kevin’s back, and the slick, sloppy sounds of flesh on flesh filled the room until it was all I could hear. Then, all too soon, he grabbed Kevin’s waist and pulled him in tight. “ARGH… fuck!” My dad let out a roar as he unloaded inside my boyfriend. I shot my own load onto my leg, my seed warm and sticky as it dripped off my thigh and onto the ground. Dad was shuddering as he spilled his seed, his eyes shut tight in intense concentration. Kevin just had a dizzy look on his face, his hands spread wide on the bed as a little bit of drool fell out of the corner of his mouth. Finally dad pulled out of Kevin, leaning back against his heels as a thin strand of precum dribbled out of his wet, shiny cock. He slapped Kevin’s butt cheek once, then said, “Great job, kid. Now just do that to my son and you’ll be good.” Kevin didn’t look like he heard a word my father said. He was lying on my bed, eyes glazed over as a steady dribble of my father’s seed leaked out of his hole. I knew right then that we were through. Even if I could forgive him, how could he go back to topping me when he’d already known what it felt like to bottom for my father? He’d be begging me to top him all the time and there was no way I could hold a candle to my father. No, my dad had ruined Kevin for me. Hell, he’d probably ruined him for all men. As if to add insult to injury, my dad walked over to me and squeezed my shoulder. His hand was sticky with cum, and the smell of it invaded my nostrils. “Do me a favor, son,” he said with a grin. “Don’t tell your mother.”

Here's a new story I'm just starting on. I hope all you hot horny studs like it! “She Doesn't Need to Know” Part 1 As I peddled my bike faster, bringing me closer to the little park in our community, my mind was going in a number of different directions. What am I doing, I asked myself more than once? My wife is back at home with both of our children. That's where I should be. Yet I was being drawn like a magnet toward the park. The place where my life had changed just a week ago. I've always been athletic and taken care of my body. Standing 6” tall, weighing in at 180 pounds, my body was solid and toned. My hair was blond, with green eyes and a thin covering of blond hair on my pecs and abs. I had been approached by lots of women over the years but had never entertained the thought of cheating on her. I loved her and she was the only one I'd ever been with. We married right out of high school, both of us eighteen, and there were no regrets. Within 4 years of getting married we had a boy and a girl, and they were perfect as far as I was concerned. My family meant everything to me. I was 40 and on top of the world. At least until last week, I thought, as I felt my thick 8” cock begin throbbing inside my bicycle shorts as the memories took over. I had begun taking a weekly bike ride after work and was usually gone an hour to an hour and a half. Last week, for some reason I decided to ride through the park. It was laid out very nice and it was a pleasant place to be while getting exercised. I stopped at a water fountain inside the park and took a good long drink. As I raised my head, I saw him. A lean almost skinny shirtless young man. His chest was smooth, his sweaty bangs hanging across his forehead and his eyes locked on me. Something inside me stirred but I didn't know what it was but couldn't ignore it. He looked to be maybe 21 or 22, just barely older than my son Jeremy. Although he was thin it was obvious his body was hard and toned. Trying to break our stare, without any success, I saw him get off the picnic table he was sitting on and walk in my direction. My heart started beating and I felt a sheen of sweat all over my body. Before I could move he was standing in front of me, smiling at me and running a hand across his smooth chest and hard nips. “Hey man, how's it going? Haven't seen you here before. I'm Drew.” He held out the hand that had just been caressing his slim body and I instinctively shook it and told him my name was Justin. “Nice to meet you, Justin”, he said stepping closer. “Dude you are hot! Your body looks fucking great!” I had never even thought about a guy sexually before but for some reason his words went to my head – or rather heads. I shook my head to clear it and said, “Hey man, thanks, but I'm straight and happily married with 2 kids. I don't go for guys. It's just not my thing.” “That's cool Justin. I was just giving you the compliment you deserve. I'm bi myself and just love hot sex and partying. I bet we'd have some real good fun together. Fun you'll never have with your wife. What do you say, man? Wanna hang out for a while and just see what happens? I promise you'll like it”, he finished with a sly grin as he reached out a hand and ran it over my thighs. I know he felt the shiver run through my body at his touch and his proposition. “Hey man, thanks. You seem like a cool dude, but I...I just can't.” “Is your wife expecting you home soon,” he asked. Without thinking I said no, no particular time. He stepped closer so we were just inches apart. He leaned toward my ear and whispered in a low seductive voice, “C'mon Justin. You know you want to. I promise I won't try anything if you don't want to. But if you've never been with a guy before, how can you know it's not for you?”, he finished licking my ear with the tip of his tongue and rubbing his hand against my now fully hard cock. WTF?! I screamed in my head, but said out loud to him, “Okay. I'm good with just hanging for a bit.” His smile widened making his face the most beautiful thing I'd seen up until then. “Cool! I live just a block away. C'mon. Let's have some fun.” As he started walking off, I followed him, my head in a daze and my cock dripping. Within 10 minutes we were inside his small but tidy 1 bedroom apartment. He told me to make myself comfortable and asked if I wanted something to drink. A water I answered as he headed toward what I figured was the kitchen. When he returned in one hand he had a glass of ice water for me and his other hand held what looked like a glass of coke. He chuckled as if he was reading my mind. “Rum and coke, bro. It relaxes me and sometimes gets me wired up. I can fix you one if you want. Just let me know.” “I'm good with the water” I said taking a big gulp and emptying half the glass. “Cool, man. Drink all you want and whatever you want.” He looked at me intently as I drained the last of the water and grabbed it asking if I wanted a refill. I said yes and in a moment I was taking another deep drink. It tasted so good, but I felt myself getting hot and starting to sweat. But I was feeling a bit more relaxed and asked if he minded if I tool off my shirt. A look I didn't recognize filled his eyes as he smiled and told me to take off whatever I wanted to. “Let me see your hot sweaty dad body.” I didn't know what that meant but still felt a thrill hearing him say the words. I peeled off my tight sweat-soaked shirt and immediately heard Drew say, “Oh fuck dude! What a hot sexy hairy bod! Your wife is one lucky lady.” I chuckled selfconsciously and said I hope she thinks so. Moving so that we were now sitting next to each other on the couch he asked, “Does your wife play with your nips to get you turned on? Most guys I know love having their nips played with and given some attention. Does she do that for you, Justin?” I shook my head “no” before telling him I'd never heard anything about nip play for guys although I loved playing with my wife's tits. Without asking or saying a word Drew reached out his hand and I felt his cool palm rub across both of my nips and back again. “Ah, damn dude! That feels fantastic!” “Yeah, you like me playing with your hard stiff daddy nips doncha Justin? Makes you horny, huh?” “Hornier than I've been in a long time”, I admitted. “What about this?” he asked leaning down and forward and wrapping his wet lips around one of my nips. “Oh gawd! Fuck! I've never felt anything like that before. It feels damn amazing!” “I knew you'd like it daddy,” he said moving his lips and tongue to the other nip. “There's more things I know you'll like if you want me to show you. But only what you want. Tell me to stop anytime and I will.” My cock was harder than I ever remember it being and it and the foggy feeling in my head were both now in control. “Yeah, yeah, sure. That's good. If it's stuff that will feel like this.” “It'll feel even better than this I promise. Hey how about I fix both of us a rum and coke first?” I agreed and as he walked off found myself pulling on my own nips wishing his mouth was on them instead. He was back in a few moments carrying two glasses and a small black leather pouch-like bag in one hand. He handed me my drink and we toasted as we both took big gulps. “I know you're relaxing some man but I can tell you're still uptight. I have something here that will help you relax even more and enjoy yourself.” With that he opened the pouch and pulled out a couple of lighters, a small baggie with chunks of something white in it and a small glass pipe with a rounded bowl on the end and a hole in the top. My head cleared just a little, enough for me to say, “Whoa man! I don't do drugs. No way.” “This isn't like pot or anything like that bro,” he chuckled. “It just helps you to relax and open yourself to the kind of fun we can have together. Let me show you.” He opened the small baggie and transferred some of the white crystal-like pieces into the pipe's bowl then lit a lighter and placed it under the bowl. “See the smoke starting to swirl and grow thicker? It always gets my blood rushing.” I watched as he moved the pipe's stem toward his lips. “Now, when the smoke is going good, you just barely put the stem to your lips and inhale as deep as you can. Hold it in a few seconds then blow it out. It's fucking sweet dude!” And saying that he did exactly what he'd said and I watched strangely turned on as he kept sucking on that smoke filled pipe. Finally he took the pipe from his lips and looking at me blew a thick white cloud of smoke into my face. Instead of being pissed at such a move I strangely found myself excited. He saw it in my face and grinned. “You like seeing me do that?” “Hell yeah”, I said. “I don't know why but it got me hot as hell!” “Wait until you do it yourself. I'll hold the lighter and you just inhale when I tell you, ok?” I nodded, scared but turned on at the same time. Not giving me time to think, Drew placed the loaded pipe at my lips and lit the flame. We watched the smoke build up then he told me to “suck it in daddy. Suck it good”. And I did. I filled my lungs then when he pulled it away I looked at him for direction. “Hold it, hold it. Yeah that's it. Now stud blow a cloud for me!” I exhaled and was enveloped in a cloud even bigger than Drew's. Instantly I felt a rush in my brain, my body and dick. I'd never been this horned in my life! “You want another one daddy?” Drew asked scooting next to me so our legs were touching. “Yes, please,” I panted. “I want more!” Once more he placed the pipe at my lips and lit the flame. While I inhaled this second hit I suddenly felt his fingers pinching and pulling on one of my nips. The sensation made me gasp making me inhale more smoke. Pulling the pipe away he kept his fingers on my nip as I writhed and moaned. At last he told me to exhale and when I did I felt his lips and tongue on my hard nips. Instinctively I grabbed the back of his head to hold his mouth where it felt so good and right. “Oh fuck yeah baby!” I moaned. He looked up at me and smiled. “How you feeling now daddy? You like what we're doing? Am I making you feel good?” “I am feeling awesome! I love it!! Nobody's ever made me feel this good. Please don't stop!” His hand dropped to my bulging crotch and squeezed making me moan louder. “Oh we're not stopping yet, daddy. Not by a fucking long shot!” **Let me know what you think men. Should I continue Justin's tale?**

As I'm writing this I still get hard from the memory of the surprising experience , This all started when I Went on vacation to Germany with my Boyfriend and my Brother and his Wife around the beginning of August, the first day in Berlin we must have walked a least 20 miles trying to see a lot of the tourist sites, by the time we got back to the hotel we all were tired and sore, we were told they had a hot tub and a steam room (they called it a "Wellness Center") down in the lower basement, my brother and i decide to get massages while his wife and my boyfriend went upstairs to go to bed, it was about 10 P.m. when we got to the wellness center the Attendant informed us that the massages were over at 9 but we could schedule an appointment for tomorrow. we were very sad that we had to wait till tomorrow to get our massages he then told us that the hot tub would still be open till 11 we said "Cool", he showed us to the locker room where we ask if they had trunks for us, he told us the hot tub was "Nude Only" something about dyes & fabrics not good for their natural springs (Germans seem to get naked every chance they get) i look at my brother and said "I don't care i'm going in!" he said "me Too!" my brother and i are about 10 years apart with different mothers but the same father, so the last time i saw him naked he was 5 years old running around the house, he's about 5 ft 11, with dirty blond hair and green/blue eyes, he showed no shame taking off his shirt , pulling off his levis , standing in front of me in a pair of light-blue striped Tommy Hilfiger boxer shorts, looking at me he said "Here I Go"! dropping is underwear to show an almost totally shaved cut cock, it looked pretty big too, almost seven inches soft (really big low hanging Balls) i just thought to myself "wow, he's handsome all the way around" i quickly dropped my underwear too, trying not to stare to long at my naked younger brother, i put the rest of my clothes in the locker, grabbed a towel and headed to the Hot tub with my brother behind me making comments about ass, "what workout do you do to get that so round?", and as a joke or maybe serious question "Does your boyfriend pound that or eat that!"and slapping my ass with his hands just joking like guys do. We got to the Tub and got in it was heaven! we just let the bubbles do their magic, after about 30 or 40 min. the attendant came in and asked if we needed anything we said "no" he said "very good, you should know we usually close up about 11 but since you're the only ones here, you can stay as long as you like, just make sure you turn the lights off" we said "Thank you, that's really cool of you" he said "good night" and left, we sat in the hot tub about another 15 min, then it shut off, we couldn't figure out how to work the timer to turn it back on (all in German) so we went into the Sauna which had three seating levels , i sat on the first level my brother sat on the top with his head up in the steam I couldn't see his head it was so thick , he said it was just the right amount of steam and heat, we sat there in the calm and quiet for a while after about 15 min. the door opened and another hotel guest came in, he said "hello" to me in broken english , he was german , he sat on the 2nd level, but kind of close to me, just over my right shoulder, the steam was thick enough to cover his face but i could see his hairy and very long Uncut cock and balls, he kept rubbing his balls that were hanging long and low, he scooted to the edge of bench touching me with his leg, (i knew what this was) i looked over my shoulder again and he was just plan jacking his 8 inch uncut hairy cock, so close to my face i could smell his crotch, i glanced over at brother in the corner to see if he could see us, i was pretty sure he couldn't, but this guys cock was leaking pre-cum on my shoulder, i decided to go for it i put his fat dick in my mouth and began to try and suck it, the angle made it difficult but it felt so good in my mouth, we thought we were quiet but between the guy making quiet moaning noises and me making quiet sucking noises i know my brother figured out what was going on, but by now i didn't care, i got the guy to sit down on the level i was on and i just went face first all the way down his shaft into his dark bush! i started moving my head up and down like a piston, i was so into trying to get his load when i came up for air , i noticed a foot next to me, and the guy i was sucking was sucking too! he was blowing my brother! he was having a really hard time because my brother's hard cock must have been at least 9 inches long with a really fat head, i was laying stomach down on the bench with my face still sucking this nice german cock, but the the guy got up went around to my ass and started eating it like there was no tomorrow! this drives me wild, he flips me over on my back and keeps eating my ass my eyes are closed and I'm lost in the moment, i'm really moaning at this point, then whack something slaps me hard in the face wanting me to open my mouth I do and mow i'm being choked by one of the biggest cocks i've ever had! My brother started fucking my throat! i can't breathe because the head of his cock is quite massive, he trys working his cockhead by pumping my mouth like it was a tight pussy, his balls hitting my forehead! i can taste his pre-cum leaking in my mouth, then i feel a sharp pain the german stopped eating my ass now he was fucking my ass! holy fuck! he's really opening me up! He's using his spit for lube! it hurts but it feels good too , my dick gets hard, and my ass starts to losen up he's fucking my hole pretty easy now, i can feel that he's going all the way in now he's banging into me really hard, my brother stopped fucking my mouth just long enough for the german to start shooting his load in my ass! he pulls out and comes over to my mouth and puts the rest of his load down my throat, as I'm sucking on his cock i can feel his dick start to go soft, then holy fuck! Pain! My brother plunged his 9 inch cock balls deep into my ass, using the germans cum for lube he rapes my hole! he fucks me so deep and fast, my ass hole stays open in between his thrust ! my cock gets evan harder, all i can hear is the sound of his huge balls slapping into me! all of a sudden i can feel his cock get bigger and start to pulse and twitch, which make me shoot my load all over my face without hands! his cock goes soft and slides out of the gaping sore hole which is my ass, i'm covered in my own cum, and about a cup of cum pours out of my ass when i stand up, the german guy says thanks (He had no idea me and the "other guy" were related) and takes off , My brother just says "fuck, Mary could never take dick like that!" turns out my brother is a little bit Bi-Sexual and he says he evan got a Blow job from our cousin, he said he loves his wife but got caught up in the moment, all i can say is i hope he wants to get caught up in the moment around thanksgiving! My ass was sore for four days, oh it turns out the other guy in the sauna was married too! man i love Germany!

Wife knows I am Bi and has heard MANY stories of me being a shameless cumdump at Slammers! She actually gets really turned on hearing stories of me getting bred in the dark room! Cum dripping out of my hole as the next guy takes his place behind me, shoving his hard cock into my cum recepticle using the last few guy's loads as lube! She thinks it's hot I got to engage in so much anonymous fucking. We have a very open relationship. But I want this to be something I do without her knowledge (at first) just to heighten the [banned word] and excitement. After all is said and done, ill take a picture of all your loads dripping out of my well used man pussy and send it to her as we are eating a meal with her family next week! So who wants to be part of this nasty, uninhibited, hardcore cumdump experience? The more the better! The only thing I haven't decided on is the where. It would be amazing if a hot top were able to host and invite all of his hot horny buddies over to use me like the worthless cock whore I am! And ideally, if we could invite a few anonymous breeders over to use my hole as well. If not, I might rent a hotel room at the Link in Fort Lauderdale for a few hours. Keeping it nice and dark for you to cum in and dump an anonymous load in my ass, mouth or blast all over my ass or face! Another (and probably easiest) option is to meet up at Slammers as soon as it opens on Sunday the 10th. Its easiest so there's not so much need to coordinate the details like room numbers, addresses etc. Club Fort Lauderdale is always an option but I MUCH prefer Slammers! Raunchier. Nastier. And typically more anonymous. So who's gonna cum drain their balls into my eager cunt this Sunday July 10? Ill be waiting, lubed up and ready to recieve! Verbal, demanding, aggressive tops to the front of the line! You will NOT be dissapointed! My holes are nice and tight and I can suck a mean cock too! Cum have the time of your life! Do with me what you will. Hoping for a min of 20-25 loads that day! I'm fucking INSATIABLE! Can you handle that? Lets see Party and play more than ok! (Especially if you share! 😉)

Year ago, when I was starting to deal with my thing for men, I was too afraid of being outed to go to the gay bars here in Chicago. But I was curious about who was going there, so I would walk by again and again, looking at the guys going in and out. One night, after spending hours of going back and forth, I saw a big black bodybuilder coming out, wearing only ripped bib overalls. I was amazed, as he did not fit the stereotype of a gay guy. He walked out on the sidewalk in front of me. I followed him until he reached a corner with a stoplight and stopped. So I walked up behind him. He turned and saw me there, and gave me the onceover and quick smile. He turned back away. I was so turned on, that I couldn't help myself – I said, "Hey, how are you?" He looked back and smiled and said, "Feeling good, and you?" He then asked if I had been in --------, and I said no. I could see a confused look pass over his face, so I added, "I'm too afraid to go in there, I have a wife." He smiled again, and we just sort of stood there. The light changed, and he looked at me and said, "Are you going my way?" I didn't know what to do or say, so I followed him. We talked a bit more as we walked. I felt so small next to him. At that time, I was fairly lean, 5'9" and 155 pounds. He was about 5'11" and 235 pounds. The muscles of his thick shoulders, traps and arms rippled under his jet-black skin, all of which seemed to be radiating heat. It was intoxicating to me. Eventually we reached his car. He looked at me patiently, and said, "Do you want to go to my place?" I was a bit scared, but overwhelmed by lust, so I said yes. I ran to my car on the next street over, and followed the directions he gave me to his apartment building, which was located by supersized local mall. I took the elevator to his floor and knocked on the door. He opened the door, grinned, and said, "I wasn't sure you'd actually show up." He let me in. His place was incredibly clean and neat. He led me to the couch and sat down next to me. He leaned back and put his hands behind his head, relaxing. I started to ask him questions. The more relaxed he became; the tenser I became. I was scared to do anything with him, because at that time, gay men meant HIV, and HIV meant certain death. He told me that he was clean and had been tested, but I wasn’t sure. I hesitated. He got a little frustrated. “Do you want to see my results?” I said no. There was a long awkward pause. He got up and went to the kitchen. He came back with glasses of water for us. Before he sat back down next to me, he unbuckled his overalls, exposing his torso – defined pecs, massive lats, and rippling abs. He looked at me, and said, “Yes or no?” I said yes. He asked me to stand up. He unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. He also unbuttoned my shorts and slid them off, leaving me standing there in my white Calvin Klein briefs. He ran a hand down my arm and pulled me closer to him. He cupped my ass and let out a soft growl. But then he backed off. He said, “I have to admit, I’m a bit intimidated.” Shocked, I asked why. “I don’t think I’ve ever hooked up with a guy who thinks of himself as straight and has a wife.” Afraid that he was about to call it all off, I reached out and felt his chest. He smiled. He raised an arm and flexed. “Like that?” I said yes, and felt it. Then he pulled me in tight and had me wrap my arms around him. He was radiating heat, masculine energy. I couldn’t believe I was there with him. With us still standing, he dropped to his knees and pulled off my briefs, watching as my rock-hard dick popped out of my briefs as he pulled them down. He hanked on my dick for a second, and tasted it. He stood up and pulled me onto him as he sat down on the couch. I was on my knees between his legs. I reached up to his pecs, feeling them up. He reached up and grabbed my head, and guided it to his nipples. I kissed them. And licked them. Then I kissed and licked my way down to his crotch, which was still hidden in his overalls. But I could feel his dick, which was hard. I felt him up. His cock was not huge, not small, but a little bigger than average, and certainly bigger than mine. He watched me exploring his crotch. Finally, he said, “You’re making me want to do something I rarely want to do.” I asked what that was. “Fuck. I usually don’t go there, but with you, I want it. I want that ass of yours.” He waited as I as thought about it. He was only the third man I had ever been with, and none had fucked me. Not really. The second man tried to fuck me for a minute in the shower as we cleaned up from messing around, but I stopped him. I was desperate to try it. Somewhat sheepishly, I said okay. He got up and led me to his bedroom. He sat me on the bed, and disappeared into the bedroom. When he came back, he had lost his overalls, and his semi-hard clock flopped back and forth as he walked. He had a bottle of body lotion with him. “Lay back,” he said, as he moved to the side of the bed. He reached down and grabbed my legs, and pulled me close to the edge of the bed. He pushed my legs up and over my head, pulled my ass up to him, and buried his face in my ass. I was stunned. No one had ever done that to me. And I couldn’t believe that he, a body god, was licking my ass. It felt strange. I was twisted in a pretzel, with a powerful black man slurping in my ass. Soon my ass felt wet, and dripping. He lowered my ass back down to the bed, while grabbing the lotion. He poured some into his hand, and wrapped it around his cock. At that moment, I realized that he had deliberately soaked my ass, so he could fuck me with the body lotion and his spit, not with lube, or with a condom. I wanted to stop him. But no words came out. I wanted to be fucked so badly, I just couldn’t back out. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, and pulled my legs straight up, against his muscular chest. He opened them and leaned down and in. I felt the warmth of his hard cock press against my ass… and then work its way to my hole. I momentarily panicked. I could not let him fuck me without a condom. I pushed back. I looked up and saw that he was watching me. “Don’t worry, I won’t cum in you. I wouldn’t do that to you.” I relented. He pushed forward, piercing my tight ass. His head dropped, and he moaned. “Damn, baby, you’re tight.” He pinned me beneath him, and pushed forward. The feeling of him moving deeper inside me was intense. I realized at that moment, there was nothing I could do. He had me pinned down, and was so heavy and muscular, I couldn’t get him off of me even if I wanted to. I thought to myself, “This must be how women feel when they are raped.” He started gently moving in and out of my ass, while watching me. I was too embarrassed to look back at him. I closed my eyes, as he fucked me. Despite some stinging from the lotion, it felt good. Really good. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his huge lats, and ran them down his back to his butt. Feeling his round, huge glutes flex as he penetrated me was incredibly erotic. He fucked me like a slow-moving, unstoppable piston. It felt so good. Suddenly, he slowed down and slowly backed out of me. He turned and disappeared to the bathroom and came back. His cock was semi-soft and looked dry. “Grab your dick and work it,” he commanded. Laying on my back, with my feet on the bed, I started to stroke my dick. I wanted him to re-enter me, but I quickly realized that wasn’t going to happen. He pushed me legs apart at my knees and pulled my legs around his waist. I could feel his cock against my ass and legs. He reached down, tickling my balls on his way to my hole. He plunged a finger into my ass, which caused me to moan. He gently fingered my prostate while I stroked my dick. I was embarrassed that he was doing that to me. I’m not sure why. But it felt incredible, and suddenly, I erupted in orgasm, spraying my cum over my head and onto his bed with the first shot, and then on my face and chest with the remaining blasts. “That was hot,” he said. “Don’t you want to cum,” I asked. He said, “I’m good. You’re a great fuck.” I was surprised that he didn’t want to cum. I thought maybe I didn’t turn him on. I quickly got dressed and ready to leave. He hugged me as I left. As I walked back to my car, I noticed a sensation I hadn’t before. My ass felt like it was leaking. At first I thought that it was just the wetness from the rim job he had done. But as the leaking feeling lasted for several hours, I wondered if maybe he had cum in me, despite his promise not to. To this day, I don’t know if he was the first man to breed me or not. Three weeks later, I went to Oak Street beach with my wife. As we were lying on beach, getting some sun, three muscular guys passed by us, walking about 20 feet down the beach from us. I didn’t check them out at first, but my girlfriend sat up and watched them as they stripped down to their shorts and get in the water. When they got out of the water, my girlfriend said, “They must be gay.” Sitting up to look for the first time, I asked why she said that. “They were all over each other in the water, and look, it looks like they’ve got boners now.” I looked at them: there were three, two white guys and a big black guy with his back to me. The white guys did seem to have boners. As I watched, the black guy grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his back and started to turn sideways. He was hard too. And then he turned to face us. It was him, my man, the bodybuilder. I froze, scared to death. He saw me, and very subtly winked, and turned back to his friends. That was not the last time I saw him.

NOT My Story, I found it on Reddit, but I thought you sluts would like it. So I’ve been with my wife for about 7 years now and I love her heaps but I’ve always had this desire to try dick, I don’t know it’s just always appealed to me. Anyway last week I had to go on a business trip, when I got to my hotel the first thing I did was download Grindr onto my phone. I got talking to another guy who was married but looking for fun, and he was actually staying in the room 2 doors up from mine, he told me to come over and have a wine with him, it sounded like a good idea so I went over. I knocked on the door and a tall brown eyes, brown hair, good looking man in his mid 30s answered, “come in” he says very polite. We both sit down at his bar and he pours me a wine, we cheers and get talking, it was very small talk for a bit but it got more comfortable after about 10 mins. He explained to me that he had never done anything like this before, and he was sorry if it wasn’t what I expected. He told me he had never been with another man, I told him that neither had I. We moved over to the lounge we both sat down pretty quick, I then leaned in and started making out with him, we both started getting into I started rubbing his cock through his pants. I slipped myself off the lounge pulled his pants down and took his knob in my mouth. It wasn’t huge but still a very nice 6’5 cock, he started to moan a little as I took more of his cock in mouth, he grabbed my head and started to face fuck me, I was being used and I loved it! He pulled my head up and started making out with me again, then whispered in my ear “I’m about to fuck that virgin ass of yours” My eyes lit up he picked me up in his muscley arms and carried me to the bed, I ripped my pants off and got on all 4s, he got lube and started massaging my asshole working his fingers in and out for about 20 mins, then I felt him pull away and I felt his knob pushing against my ass, and then it just slid in, omg it was amazing. He fucked me so good for about 5 minutes first time before cumming in me. It felt amazing! He got off and we started making out again, we had some more wine then it was time for round 2, I got him hard again teasing his beautiful cock this time while he sat on the lounge I rode him and made out with him until I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass, I jumped off and took his cock in my mouth, and then let him finish all over my face. He had a big smile as he came it turned me on so hard I came all over the floor! I got up we kissed, exchanged numbers and then I left, I didn’t wipe his cum off my face tho and walked down the hall still plastered all over my face! He loved it, and so did I, knowing that he owned me that night really turned me on!

This happened yesterday. I'm on the USC campus for a work conference, visiting from out of state. I chatted with this guy on Growlr and his profile said he was bisexual and cheating on his wife. right there in the profile, he admitted he was cheating. He was a top. When we started chatting, he told me he liked my ass and really wanted to fuck me...but he only fucked with condoms. I knew I wanted his load and I decided to seduce him. Neither of us could get free for two days, so during the hours he kept the app on his phone (he deleted Growlr before he went home each night), we talked dirty. I talked to him about the importance of seed, how I rarely took it inside me, how it *meant* something to carry a man's DNA, the very essence of a man until it got absorbed into the pink flesh. He loved it. I told him stories of seducing my massage therapist until he fucked his cum into me hard. I told him how I was with a top once who once said--while fucking me doggy style--"I'm taking off the condom now." he loved it. I talked about "seed loyalty," how a bottom feels intensely toward the top who gifted him with the juice of life, how bottoms were pussies meant to absorb this juice and the juice is meant to flow into pussies, male or female. He got off on it and kept telling me how he'd never heard this talk before, how he never NEVER considered the concept of "seed loyalty" and it was driving him nuts. I wasn't lying...I don't fuck around with hundreds of guys...I am surprisingly slutty for me--I let about 6 guys a year cum inside me. Okay, maybe 10. I realize some bottom guys go for 18 loads a night and that's awesome...but not my style. It is a big deal for me to take a guy's load. We don't have to be married or even see each other again, but I want there to be a connection during the breeding. I am his. I have seed loyalty to this man, even if he forgets about me two weeks later. After getting him worked up, I took Uber to his house, which I was surprised to find in South Central. I've never been to LA and here I was headed to this really run-down neighborhood and a bearded Hispanic man in a wifebeater met me at his chain link fence. We smoked pot. We got naked. He whipped out a condom. Dang. We fucked for a while and he was way into my beefy ass. He ate it. He sucked those lips. he kept touching my ass with his fingers lightly and saying, "Damn...damn..." He was into my thick daddy ass. After a while of fucking, I begged him to rub his precum-covered cock all over my pink hole. He pulled off the condom so he could accommodate me... Rubbed his dick against me... I moaned... He said quietly, "That was the last condom I have." I sensed this was a delicate moment and I wasn't sure whether to tell him to go for it or let him decide in this moment... I wanted to say, "Fuck me, raw." But I had been talking dirty about getting bred and honoring his seed-of-life, and for the past fifteen minutes it made him fuck harder and deeper...he knew what I wanted. I was kneeling on the couch and so instead of answering, I just pushed my ass out and moaned. He entered me. He fucked me. As soon as he was inside me, I started talking dirty about his raw cock, and how good it felt, how his precum was truly slicking up my insides so that when he blew his load, his sperm would swim deeper in my slicked-up colon. The more I talked about his seed in me, the harder he got. After a few more minutes of fucking, he started swearing in Spanish, and he blew his load. He came hard. I wouldn't let his cock out of me...I milked it, held onto it as he tried to pull out. Eventually he pulled out and looked at me like he could not believe what happened. He told me he was married less than a year and while he cheated a few times, never raw. I tried to talk dirty about how good it felt to be knocked up and now I had "seed loyalty" to him--for the rest of my life, I would jack off thinking about my south central LA Chicano who bred my thick white ass. He was a little dazed and in shock over what he had done, so I called an Uber. He waited with me outside while the car came. I asked him why he decided to fuck me raw. He shrugged and said, "I was out of condoms." That wasn't exactly true. I had intended to respect his wishes to play safe, so I had brought condoms with me. While we fucked, they were sitting in my jeans pockets two feet away. But I never told him that. I held his semen inside me for hours.

Just got a message on an online hookup site asking if I was free and played safe. I responded with my address, adding that the doors would be open, and I'd be arse up on the bed. Two minutes later the door opened and he walked over and started playing with my arse. He wasn't hard so I turned around and started sucking him. He was about 6.5 inches and it didn't take long to get him hard. i took the condom that he'd just picked up off the bed and opened, and rolled it on to his thick cock, making sure to grab the carefully prepared tip. I turned around and he pushing in, no lube. In he went and I felt the condom snap. Any bottoms who say they didn't know the condom broke are full of it. Anyway, he fucked away for a few minutes before his breathing gave away that he was shooting his babies deep in my arse. He left his cock in there a minute or so before pulling out. I turned around saw the broken rubber rolled it off his cock and threw it on the floor. He shook my hand and left saying it was hot, and that this was the second time he fucked a guy. As soon as he left I started playing with my hole, tasting his cum, which tasted real good. I am now sitting here with a dildo in my arse, pushing the load deep in my guts while I write this and jerk off. I will ask him back real soon.

As soon as I tested positive I slammed the breaks on my sex life. I had basically affairs going with two married men who I had been seeing for over 4 years each. They were both bisexual and were young men still able to bang their wives cunts regularly. And becuase they never once wore a condom with me, I always felt an obligation to stay as clean as possible so they didnt take anything home to their wives. I'm a decent guy/whore that their husband is fucking. My Dilemma now is that they don't care now that I am undetectable. The favorite one, 6'4" 38 year old countryclub tennis champion who is handsome and hung and is really nice to me. He's a very successful business man and I love how he struts his sucess. It makes him feel manly. One day he comes over in a $3000 suit and the next time he's wearing jeans, a t-shirt, a $2000 sport coat and $1600 cowboy boots. I like a man who is proud of himself and who indulges himself. I am one of his indulgences. We will call him Bryan. I told him I couldn't see him anymore and I told about contracting HIV. He was awesome and offered me money to help out, a shoulder to cry on, the works. I didn't encourage him as I felt it was done. I didn't want to be a part of potentially changing his and his wife's lives. So i resigned myself to letting him go. My favorite fuck buddy. I've been undetectable for 6 months and I feel I have this undercontrol. He is always the top so his risk is cut even further. I have bled after his fuckings because his dick is like a tennis ball can. It is big. He's an agressive fuck. Like a straight man. I WANT HIM BACK. Should I email him and just lay that all out? Let him decide if he wants to fuck me again bad enough to take that small insignificant risk. He loves our sex. It has always had an air of "us getting away with something together'. It was hot. And I keep cumming back to his big German cock. I love that cock. And his huge balls flood my ass and my throat with ungodly amounts of his Aryan seed. I want him back. Should I leave well enough alone that I got out of it with no one getting hurt and he and I still friends, or should I tell him I want to be his whore-again. I haven't been fucked in his new Audi A8 yet damnit. Sometimes we fuck in his car cause it is another symbol of his success, and thus his manliness. I buy into it all. I want him back! Opinion? Advise? and don't bother with "if he fucks you it's his problem what he might take home....." Cliche, heard it already. Plus, I'm just not like that. Having an ongoing affair with a married man is actually a responsibility. Besides not giving him STI's, keeping our secret is as important to me as him. His lovely wife is also a tennis champion at their country club and if it got out that bryan was cheating with another man, alot of people could be hurt. Lives woudl be altered. So, I am trying to do the right thing, not what I want to do.