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My buddy’s dad was on the couch, his shirt and tie undone, his pants around his ankles. Some type of gangbang porn was on the TV screen, a moaning bitch with huge jugs getting tagged by a roomful of dudes with pornstar cocks.

“Shit . . . I’m sorry, Mr. Flannigan,” I stammered, pretending to cover my eyes, yet covertly stealing a look at his big, floppy cock resting upon his hairy thigh. “Peter said you were working late. I didn’t realize you were home.”

“No worries,” he replied. “It was a rough day at the office. Thought I’d unwind with some porn.”

“Uh—cool,” I replied, still trying to ignore the elephant in the room—his big dick. “Well, I was just getting a beer from the fridge.”

“You want some scotch instead?” he asked reaching for an open bottle on the coffee table and taking a swig straight from it.

“Thanks, but I’m not so big on the hard stuff,” I shrugged continuing into the kitchen.

“You college boys,” he accused with a laugh as I returned with a can of Budweiser, “all you drink is beer. This scotch here will put some hair on your chest.”

“Is that why you’re so hairy, Mr Flannigan?” I teased, my eyes traveling up and down his body.

“You better fuckin’ believe it,” he winked, fondling his furry chest slowly for my benefit. “And you can call me Mike. You’re a man now, so you can drop the mister shit.”

“Okay—uh—Mike,” I replied awkwardly. But he ignored me, his eyes returning to the bitch on the screen who was sucking some hairy guy’s huge dick while getting her pussy railed from behind by a muscled, tatted guy. I started to head back upstairs.

“Wait,” Mike called to me, his eyes traveling towards the stairs. “Where’s Peter?”

“He’s asleep” I replied. “We shot some hoops down at the park after dinner, and then he fell asleep playing video games upstairs when we got home. Peter said I could crash here tonight. Is that cool?”

“Definitely,” Mike answered. “You and Peter are best buds. You’re always welcome to stay here.”

“Uh—thanks,” I replied, moving toward the stairs again.

“Wait,” Mike called out once more, his eyes appraising me. “Since Peter is asleep . . . you wanna hang down here with me? Maybe watch some porn together?”

Jesus Christ, I couldn’t believe this was really happening. I had been attracted to Peter’s dad since, well, puberty. And it didn’t help that Mike Flannigan was known for being unable to keep his dick in his pants.

Peter and I were in high school when his parents divorced. His mom had come home from work early one day and caught Mike banging their cleaning lady up against the kitchen counter. After the divorce, it was rumored that Mike was slipping it to several desperate housewives in the neighborhood. But could I really be his next target?

“Well?” Mike prompted, interrupting my thoughts, his cock growing hard in his right hand. “You wanna watch some porn with me or not?”

“Uh—sure,” I agreed, trying not to appear overly eager as I sat on the couch next to Mike and placed my beer on the coffee table. “You want me to get undressed?”

“Duh,” Mike laughed. “How the hell are you going to jack with me if you don’t drop them shorts?”

“Right,” I laughed nervously as I pulled off my shirt and slid off my shorts.

“Nice,” Mike exclaimed, upon getting a look at my hard cock. But before I could react, he leaned over and took my dick down his throat. Was this really happening?

“Fuuuck,” I exhaled, my head rolling back as Mike locked his lips around the base of my cock, his tongue massaging my shaft. “I—I didn’t know you sucked dick.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Mike winked, releasing my cock. “Don’t you and Peter fuck around like this when I’m not home?”

“No—no,” I stammered. “I’ve actually never played with another guy.”

“What?” Mike replied incredulously. “I loved playing around with my buds when I was your age. Shit, buds are supposed to help each other out. You wanna help me out?” he then asked pulling my head down to his crotch.

I was soon gagging on his eight-incher as Mike held me down on it, his hand pressed firmly at the back of my head. “Yeah, choke on this big dick,” he growled. “Get it good and wet.”

His hand traveled to my ass while I proceeded to suck him, his finger finding my puckered hole. Pushing it inside me, he began to finger me, teasing my sphincter as he prepared me for what was to come next—his big dick.

“That’s good enough,” he announced, raising my head from his crotch and forcing his tongue down my throat, tasting himself on me. “Time for you to ride this big dick.”

Dutifully, I climbed on his lap, my skinny legs straddling his muscular thighs. “You feel that?” asked Mike, the tip of his cock pressed against my hole. I nodded in affirmation. “Good,” Mike smiled. “All you gotta do is sit on it.”

“Okay,” I nodded, baring down on his cock. I could feel the fullness of his cockhead as it breached my sphincter. “Ouch . . . FUCK,” I cried out in pain. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Nonsense,” Mike insisted. “Men have been taking cock since the ancient Greeks. You can do this. You just need a little help.”

His hands moving to my hips, Mike grabbed me and forced me down onto his cock. “FUCK,” I screamed as his cock impaled my depths in one, swift move. Instantly, his balls were mashed against my hole—and I was no longer a virgin.

“I just popped your cherry,” Mike growled in my ear. “Time for some fun.”

I had hoped that Mike would start off slow, giving me the chance to adjust to his big dick inside of me, but that wasn’t his plan. Instantly, he proceeded to pummel my hole. The pain was unreal, a white-hot rod rammed up my ass. I closed my eyes, trying to hold back my tears. But then something amazing happened. The pain began to subside. Waves of pleasure began to break through as Mike continued his assault on my hole. I was starting to feel good. Really good. My mind turned to mush.

“You’re rock hard,” Mike announced, breaking me from my trance. “I must be getting your prostate good.”

I looked down at my cock and, sure enough, I was rock hard—the hardest I’d ever been. My cockhead was purple and throbbing, precum streaming from my slit. And then something started to happen. It began as a slow throbbing beneath my balls, but quickly began to consume me. A pressure was building, unlike anything I’d experienced when masturbating. My balls started to contract, and immediately I could feel the cum rising in my shaft. How was this possible? Neither Mike nor I had even touched my cock.

“Shit. I’m gonna cum,” I warned Mike, his big dick still working away at my tight hole.

“Yeah,” Mike growled. “Bust that nut. Let’s cum together.”

Instantly, I could feel my cock erupting, rope after rope of my thick cum flying into the air and coating Mike’s furry chest. And as my cock continued to pulse and throb, releasing my nut, I could feel a distinct throbbing within me as Mike seeded my virgin depths.

“Fuckin-A,” Mike grunted, his arms wrapped around me as he flooded my guts. From deep within, I could feel the warmth of his load as he filled my void.

“Christ, that was hot,” I panted as I collapsed forward onto Mike, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my head on his manly shoulder. We stayed that way for several minutes, his big dick slowly going soft inside me as our breathing returned to normal.

“You’ve gotta cunt made for cock,” Mike praised as I finally pulled off him, his load gushing from my wrecked hole and streaming down the side of his shaft.

Instantly, I dropped to my knees and licked his cock clean. My tongue traveled north and then licked my load off his furry chest, not stopping until I had worked my way up to his lips. With a deep kiss, I fed our commingled loads to Mike.

“Mmm. We taste good together,” Mike smiled as we pulled apart. But before I could respond, a toilet flushed upstairs.

“Shit,” I gasped, reaching for my clothes. “Peter must be awake. I better get back up there before he comes down here looking for me.”

“You wanna come back tomorrow night?” Mike asked, pulling up his pants. “Take this cock again?”

“Yes,” I agreed eagerly. “But I thought Peter was spending the weekend with his mom?”

“He is,” Mike confirmed. “Why do you think I asked you to come back? I’d like to fuck you properly in my bed. And maybe, if you play your cards right, I’ll let you tap my furry hole in return.”

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“Jesus, Mikey,” he exclaimed, covering his huge cock with a towel upon emerging from the hot tub, a cigar in his mouth. “How much did you see?” I stood in silence before him. Aghast. I could not speak in the face of his brutal masculinity, especially considering what I had just witnessed. “How much did you fucking see?” he demanded again.

Living at home with your parents isn’t exactly the greatest when you’re a twenty-year-old college guy. But it had some perks. My dad didn’t charge me for rent or utilities, and my stepmom did my wash and cooked my meals.

My stepmom Brandi was only a few years older than me, and she felt more like a cool big sister than a wicked stepmother. She would often hang out with me by the pool or in the hot tub, clad in a bikini that showed off her smokin’ hot body. Brandi knew I was gay and would often go topless, trusting that I wasn’t going to try anything while she worked on her tan lines.

I wasn’t supposed to be home that day. My classes were in the morning, and I had a job delivering pizzas in the afternoon. It had been a slow day, so my boss told me to clock out. It was beautiful outside, and so I decided to go home and chill by the pool while reading for my bio class. I should have known something was up when I noticed Meat’s truck parked on the street.

Meat was my dad’s best buddy, having served in the Marines together right out of high school. Meat was sexy as fuck, built like a brick house, and covered in man fur. A man’s man, he smoked cigars, cursed a blue streak, and was always telling dirty jokes. I had jacked off thinking about Meat many times, but knew my fantasies were just that. He was happily married with two kids who were only slightly younger than me.

Meat often came by the house to drink beer and hang with my dad, yet my dad was out of town that day for work. Meat’s truck on the street should have been a red flag, but I dismissed it as I grabbed my backpack out of my car and went around the side of the house to get to the patio. I had just started to unlatch the patio gate when I stopped dead in my tracks. Through the palm trees that lined the pool deck, I could make out two people in the hot tub. And then I heard what they were saying.

“Come on, baby. Show me that pink pussy,” Meat ordered as my stepmom Brandi stood up and bent over the side of the hot tub. She was completely naked, her big tits undulating as she bent forward and presented her cunt to him.

“You want this pussy?” Brandi teased, reaching back between her legs and fingering her cunt. “You gonna give me that big cock?”

Instantly, Meat stood up in the hot tub. I almost came in my pants when I got my first glimpse of his massive cock. Jesus Christ. He had to be hung at least twelve inches. Suddenly his nickname, earned during his stint in the Marines, made perfect sense. His cock looked like a fucking arm and sat atop two, grapefruit-sized balls that were pendulating as Meat stood behind Brandi, preparing to mount her pussy from behind.

“Mmm,” she moaned as he impaled her with his big cock. “I love your big cock inside me.”

I stood frozen in disbelief. On the one hand, this was the best porn I had ever seen. On the other, I was witnessing my dad’s best friend fucking my dad’s wife. It was a total betrayal on both sides. Yet I couldn’t look away.

“Fuck, yeah. Take this big cock,” Meat barked, reaching around to tug at Brandi’s big tits as he pummeled her pussy from behind. She was bent over the side of the hot tub as he stood in it, the water sloshing about as he banged the shit out of her.

With his hands moved to her hips, Meat raised Brandi’s ass and pushed deeper into her. His balls were slapping hard against her cunt as she began to emit a low moan.

“Am I gettin’ you baby? You gonna cum for me?” Meat asked as Brandi’s feral moaning increased in both pitch and intensity.

“Oh, fuuuuuck,” Brandi suddenly screamed as her body writhed in orgasmic bliss.

“Yeah, baby. I’m gonna cum with you,” Meat growled, increasing his pace as Brandi continued to squeal in delight. “Aww, FUCK,” he grunted, thrusting deeper inside Brandi as his balls released inside her.

“God, I love your big cock,” Brandi exhaled as Meat pulled out of her, his load gushing out of her pussy and dropping audibly into the hot tub. “Thanks for the great fuck,” she winked, wrapping herself in a towel and kissing Meat on the cheek. “I need to shower and get dinner started, but you’re welcome to stay and enjoy the hot tub.”

Brandi had no sooner left when Meat reached for his cigar and lighter placed off to the side of the hot tub. I remained frozen in place as Meat sat back in the tub and enjoyed his post-coital smoke … until I sneezed.

“What the—?” Meat snarled, looking in my direction and spotting me hidden behind the palms. With lightning speed he was out of the hot tub, the cigar still in his mouth as he scrambled to cover his big cock with a towel.

“Jesus, Mikey,” he confronted me. “How much did you see?” I stood silent before him, unable to form a response considering what I had just witnessed. “How much did you fucking see?” he demanded again.

“Everything,” I confessed in shock. “You fucked my dad’s wife in our hot tub. How could you do that to my dad? He’s your best friend.”

“Marriage is complicated, man,” Meat groaned, looking askance. “You’re still too young to understand. I love my wife, but she’s got a good twenty years on Brandi. Sometimes I want to feel young again and fuck a hot, young bitch like her. And just because Brandi loves my big dick, doesn’t mean she doesn’t still love your dad.”

“I get that,” I replied, trying to understand. “But you’re my dad’s best friend. It would kill him to know you’re plugging his wife.”

“I feel bad about that, boy. And I’m sorry,” he placated. “But sometimes a man thinks more with that brain in his cock than the one in his head. Look, boy. This ultimately doesn’t involve you. Can you promise not to tell your dad what you saw here today?”

“I dunno,” I demurred. “It feels like I’m betraying my dad if I don’t say something.” I wanted to be firm and speak with conviction, but the truth was that I couldn’t take my eyes off Meat’s hairy, muscular body, or the outline of his huge cock, barely concealed by the towel in his hand. And Meat noticed.

“What if—what if I gave you something you wanted?” Meat ventured, dropping his towel and gripping his huge, hard cock with his right hand.

“What?” I feigned in confusion, though I knew damn well what he was offering.

“Don’t be coy with me, boy,” he sneered, the cigar still in his mouth. “Your dad told me you’re a faggot. And I’ve never met a faggot who could resist this big cock.” And he was right. I couldn’t resist. I reached for the side of the hot tub and gripped it as I pulled down my pants.

“No, boy,” he barked. “Suck it for me first. Get it wet.”

Following orders, I immediately dropped to my knees and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I could taste some of his salty cum still remaining at his slit, and something foreign to me — Brandi’s pussy.

“I bet you’ve never tasted a female cunt before, faggot,” Meat laughed, taking a drag on his cigar and shoving his huge cock all the way down my throat. “Watch your fuckin’ teeth,” he admonished as I strained to widen my jaw as much as humanly possible. It felt like my jaw would become unhinged.

“That’s enough,” he finally barked. “Time for you to bend over for it.” Once again, I followed orders and bent over the side of the hot tub for him, bracing myself for impact. Meat withdrew his cigar and carefully placed it near me on the edge of the hot tub.

“SHIT,” I screamed as Meat ripped my hole in two. The pain was searing and I bit my lip trying to endure it. “Slow up,” I begged. “Gimme a minute.” But Meat either didn’t hear me or, more likely, ignored me as he proceeded to pummel the shit out of me. With his hands on my shoulders, and his balls slapping my ass, Meat fucked me deeper than any cock I had ever had. And the most amazing part was that his huge cock was starting to feel good. No — it was starting to feel fucking amazing.

“Jesus, I love fucking faggots,” Meat belted, with no break in his frenetic pace. “It reminds me of when your dad and I used to fuck faggots during our time in the Marines. I was kind and always let your dad breed the faggot first so he wouldn’t fall in after me,” Meat laughed. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Never had my dad confessed to fucking guys in the past, even when I came out to him. This was a revelation.

“You like this big cock in your cunt, boy?” Meat demanded, jackhammering me with incredible force. “It’s about time you had a real man’s cock in you, and not all that college-boy dick you’ve been getting.” I hated that he was right, but it was true. His massive cock was beyond comparison. I didn’t want it to stop, but Meat had other plans.

“Aww, FUCK, faggot,” he soon roared. “I’m about to fuckin’ breed you. Get ready for this load … FUCK … SHIT.” Like an earthquake, Meat’s body trembled as he gave up his seed to me.

“Jesus,” I gasped as shot after shot of Meat’s warm load spurted inside me, flooding my guts. “Yeah, fucking breed me,” I begged.

“Fuck, you gotta hot cunt,” Meat exclaimed, pulling out of me and leaving a cavernous void where his cock had been. Instantly, I could feel his load escaping my wrecked hole and running down my leg. “It’s been a long time since my dick had some faggot ass,” Meat continued, picking up his cigar and taking a drag. “I’d forgotten how damn good it feels.”

Meat handed me his towel as he slipped back into the hot tub, the warm water cleaning his spent cock. “So, we’re good now?” he asked in a puff of smoke. “You’re not gonna tell your dad that I fucked his wife?”

“No,” I replied, wiping his massive load from my ass crack and my legs. “I don’t like that you’re fucking Brandi, but I won’t tell my dad about it.”

“Whew. That’s a relief,” Meat exhaled, dropping the ash of his cigar over the side of the hot tub. “And don’t worry, boy. I’ve decided that I’m not gonna fuck Brandi’s pussy anymore. It’s not fair to your dad. Plus, I’ve got your tight cunt now.”

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My buddy’s dad was on the couch, his shirt and tie undone, his pants around his ankles. Some type of gangbang porn was on the TV screen, a moaning bitch with huge jugs getting tagged by a roomful of dudes with pornstar cocks.

“Shit . . . I’m sorry, Mr. Flannigan,” I stammered, pretending to cover my eyes, yet covertly stealing a look at his big, floppy cock resting upon his hairy thigh. “Peter said you were working late. I didn’t realize you were home.”

“No worries,” he replied. “It was a rough day at the office. Thought I’d unwind with some porn.”

“Uh—cool,” I replied, still trying to ignore the elephant in the room—his big dick. “Well, I was just getting a beer from the fridge.”

“You want some scotch instead?” he asked reaching for an open bottle on the coffee table and taking a swig straight from it.

“Thanks, but I’m not so big on the hard stuff,” I shrugged continuing into the kitchen.

“You college boys,” he accused with a laugh as I returned with a can of Budweiser, “all you drink is beer. This scotch here will put some hair on your chest.”

“Is that why you’re so hairy, Mr Flannigan?” I teased, my eyes traveling up and down his body.

“You better fuckin’ believe it,” he winked, fondling his furry chest slowly for my benefit. “And you can call me Mike. You’re a man now, so you can drop the mister shit.”

“Okay—uh—Mike,” I replied awkwardly. But he ignored me, his eyes returning to the bitch on the screen who was sucking some hairy guy’s huge dick while getting her pussy railed from behind by a muscled, tatted guy. I started to head back upstairs.

“Wait,” Mike called to me, his eyes traveling towards the stairs. “Where’s Peter?”

“He’s asleep” I replied. “We shot some hoops down at the park after dinner, and then he fell asleep playing video games upstairs when we got home. Peter said I could crash here tonight. Is that cool?”

“Definitely,” Mike answered. “You and Peter are best buds. You’re always welcome to stay here.”

“Uh—thanks,” I replied, moving toward the stairs again.

“Wait,” Mike called out once more, his eyes appraising me. “Since Peter is asleep . . . you wanna hang down here with me? Maybe watch some porn together?”

Jesus Christ, I couldn’t believe this was really happening. I had been attracted to Peter’s dad since, well, puberty. And it didn’t help that Mike Flannigan was known for being unable to keep his dick in his pants.

Peter and I were in high school when his parents divorced. His mom had come home from work early one day and caught Mike banging their cleaning lady up against the kitchen counter. After the divorce, it was rumored that Mike was slipping it to several desperate housewives in the neighborhood. But could I really be his next target?

“Well?” Mike prompted, interrupting my thoughts, his cock growing hard in his right hand. “You wanna watch some porn with me or not?”

“Uh—sure,” I agreed, trying not to appear overly eager as I sat on the couch next to Mike and placed my beer on the coffee table. “You want me to get undressed?”

“Duh,” Mike laughed. “How the hell are you going to jack with me if you don’t drop them shorts?”

“Right,” I laughed nervously as I pulled off my shirt and slid off my shorts.

“Nice,” Mike exclaimed, upon getting a look at my hard cock. But before I could react, he leaned over and took my dick down his throat. Was this really happening?

“Fuuuck,” I exhaled, my head rolling back as Mike locked his lips around the base of my cock, his tongue massaging my shaft. “I—I didn’t know you sucked dick.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Mike winked, releasing my cock. “Don’t you and Peter fuck around like this when I’m not home?”

“No—no,” I stammered. “I’ve actually never played with another guy.”

“What?” Mike replied incredulously. “I loved playing around with my buds when I was your age. Shit, buds are supposed to help each other out. You wanna help me out?” he then asked pulling my head down to his crotch.

I was soon gagging on his eight-incher as Mike held me down on it, his hand pressed firmly at the back of my head. “Yeah, choke on this big dick,” he growled. “Get it good and wet.”

His hand traveled to my ass while I proceeded to suck him, his finger finding my puckered hole. Pushing it inside me, he began to finger me, teasing my sphincter as he prepared me for what was to come next—his big dick.

“That’s good enough,” he announced, raising my head from his crotch and forcing his tongue down my throat, tasting himself on me. “Time for you to ride this big dick.”

Dutifully, I climbed on his lap, my skinny legs straddling his muscular thighs. “You feel that?” asked Mike, the tip of his cock pressed against my hole. I nodded in affirmation. “Good,” Mike smiled. “All you gotta do is sit on it.”

“Okay,” I nodded, baring down on his cock. I could feel the fullness of his cockhead as it breached my sphincter. “Ouch . . . FUCK,” I cried out in pain. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Nonsense,” Mike insisted. “Men have been taking cock since the ancient Greeks. You can do this. You just need a little help.”

His hands moving to my hips, Mike grabbed me and forced me down onto his cock. “FUCK,” I screamed as his cock impaled my depths in one, swift move. Instantly, his balls were mashed against my hole—and I was no longer a virgin.

“I just popped your cherry,” Mike growled in my ear. “Time for some fun.”

I had hoped that Mike would start off slow, giving me the chance to adjust to his big dick inside of me, but that wasn’t his plan. Instantly, he proceeded to pummel my hole. The pain was unreal, a white-hot rod rammed up my ass. I closed my eyes, trying to hold back my tears. But then something amazing happened. The pain began to subside. Waves of pleasure began to break through as Mike continued his assault on my hole. I was starting to feel good. Really good. My mind turned to mush.

“You’re rock hard,” Mike announced, breaking me from my trance. “I must be getting your prostate good.”

I looked down at my cock and, sure enough, I was rock hard—the hardest I’d ever been. My cockhead was purple and throbbing, precum streaming from my slit. And then something started to happen. It began as a slow throbbing beneath my balls, but quickly began to consume me. A pressure was building, unlike anything I’d experienced when masturbating. My balls started to contract, and immediately I could feel the cum rising in my shaft. How was this possible? Neither Mike nor I had even touched my cock.

“Shit. I’m gonna cum,” I warned Mike, his big dick still working away at my tight hole.

“Yeah,” Mike growled. “Bust that nut. Let’s cum together.”

Instantly, I could feel my cock erupting, rope after rope of my thick cum flying into the air and coating Mike’s furry chest. And as my cock continued to pulse and throb, releasing my nut, I could feel a distinct throbbing within me as Mike seeded my virgin depths.

“Fuckin-A,” Mike grunted, his arms wrapped around me as he flooded my guts. From deep within, I could feel the warmth of his load as he filled my void.

“Christ, that was hot,” I panted as I collapsed forward onto Mike, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my head on his manly shoulder. We stayed that way for several minutes, his big dick slowly going soft inside me as our breathing returned to normal.

“You’ve gotta cunt made for cock,” Mike praised as I finally pulled off him, his load gushing from my wrecked hole and streaming down the side of his shaft.

Instantly, I dropped to my knees and licked his cock clean. My tongue traveled north and then licked my load off his furry chest, not stopping until I had worked my way up to his lips. With a deep kiss, I fed our commingled loads to Mike.

“Mmm. We taste good together,” Mike smiled as we pulled apart. But before I could respond, a toilet flushed upstairs.

“Shit,” I gasped, reaching for my clothes. “Peter must be awake. I better get back up there before he comes down here looking for me.”

“You wanna come back tomorrow night?” Mike asked, pulling up his pants. “Take this cock again?”

“Yes,” I agreed eagerly. “But I thought Peter was spending the weekend with his mom?”

“He is,” Mike confirmed. “Why do you think I asked you to come back? I’d like to fuck you properly in my bed. And maybe, if you play your cards right, I’ll let you tap my furry hole in return.”

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