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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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  • 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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  • “Fuck,” I grunted, tipping my head back as I blasted my load into his eager cunt. I didn’t even know his name. But did it matter? He was just another frat boy who came sniffing around for some dick. And I was happy to deliver.

    “Don’t forget to call a realtor today,” my wife nagged as she left for work that morning.

    “Ugh,” I groaned. “I don’t wanna move. I like this house.”

    “You like living on frat row?” she quipped. “I’m sick of the constant noise, the wild parties, and drunk guys puking in our bushes at 3 am.”

    “It’s not that bad,” I protested.

    “Yes it is,” she insisted, rubbing her swollen, pregnant belly. “And I’m not raising our child next to a frat house.”

    We didn’t exactly live next to a frat house, I wanted to point out, but there were about a dozen fraternity house on our street. That was the price for living close to campus. As a young professor, I loved being able to bike to my office and classes. So what if it meant dealing with a few frat parties in the neighborhood? Okay, maybe more than a few.

    But the real reason I loved living near all those frat houses was because of how many frat boys were looking to get dicked down by a slightly older guy like me. Don’t get me wrong. Fucking my wife was great. But nothing compares to the savage brutality of shoving your cock up another man’s ass. I should’ve stopped fucking guys when I got married, but it was like asking a junkie to give up his fix.

    It didn’t help that scoring a piece of ass in the neighborhood was just too easy. All I had to do was take off my shirt and do just about anything in my front yard—mow the lawn, check the mail, wash the car—and soon some horny frat boy would pass by and chat me up, eager to get in my pants.

    That particular afternoon was no different. I was weeding the flowerbeds, shirtless of course, when a twink frat boy passed by on his way back from class, a backpack hanging from one shoulder.

    “Nice house,” the frat boy commented. Yet his eyes were on my bulging crotch, sweat dripping down my treasure trail.

    “Thanks,” I replied, adjusting my package, the flimsy material of my athletic shorts clinging to my big, sweaty cock. “The house was built in the ‘40s.”

    “Wow,” he exclaimed, his eyes traveling up and down my muscular body. “They don’t make them like that anymore.”

    “Want to come inside?” I offered. “I could give you a tour . . . of the bedroom.”

    Five minutes later, the frat boy twink was on my bed—the one I share with my wife—with his legs spread wide, my big cock up his ass. While destroying his pretty, pink cunt, I noticed my wife’s eyes staring at me from her wedding picture on the bed table, which turned me on even more, making my cock harder. It felt good to be bad.

    “You’re so big,” the frat boy squealed in delight, his eyes rolling back in his head as I pummeled his tight hole.

    “You like this big cock?” I asked rhetorically. “You like this big cock in your pretty cunt?”

    “Uh huh,” he replied, pulling his legs closer to his chest, opening his hole even more for me. “Your big dick feels so fuckin’ good inside me.”

    “You gonna let me cum in you?” I demanded, my pace increasing, my balls slapping his ass with each thrust. “You gonna let me shoot my load up your ass?”

    “Yes,” he begged. “Fucking seed me.”

    I could take my time with a boy like him, make love to him slowly and deliberately like when I have sex with my wife. But the boy was not my wife, and that made all the difference. His pleasure meant shit to me. My only goal was to fuck his ass and shoot my load. Pump and dump. Innately, he knew that. Deep down inside, he just wanted to be used and dominated. It was a symbiotic transaction. And so I gave him what he wanted, what he needed—my cum.

    “Fuck,” I grunted, tipping my head back as I blasted my load into his eager cunt, filling him with my seed on the same bed on which I impregnated my wife just a few months prior.

    “That was fucking hot,” he exhaled as I pulled out of him, my pearly load clinging to the downy fur ringing his wrecked hole. “Can we—can we maybe do this again sometime?”

    “Sure,” I lied, tossing him his clothes, eager for him to get the fuck out of my house now that the deed was done.

    In truth, I rarely fuck the same boy twice. On a college campus full of horny young guys, there are far too many fish in the sea for me to want to eat the same catch day after day. Tomorrow will deliver a new frat boy to devour.

    “Did you call a realtor?” my wife asked when she got home from work that day. She was oblivious to the clean sheets on our bed, the cum-stained, sweat-soaked sheets in the washing machine. “We need to sell this house.”

    “Sorry, babe,” I apologized, wrapping my strong arms around her, my body freshly showered to remove the earthy funk of sweat, sex, and cum. “We’re not moving. I like it here.”

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  • Once a upon a time there was a young girl that was traveling in the woods alone and found a wolf hurt so instead of running away from the wolf she went and sent by the wolf and took care of him and before her eyes he transformed into his human form and she was stunned to see is glissning abs and the deep cut on the side of his hip and she took her clock and drape it around his hip and she let him rest for a bit before she got him up to take him home with her, once he felt better she helped him up and got him to her house put him on the couch and draped two blankets on him, gave him a pilliow as we as some water, he said thank you to her and said " Wait I didn't catch your name" she replied " you didnt ask". He smiled "Well can I know the beautiful lady name that saved me" Rose blushed "Yes of course you may my name is Roselyn" Roselyn asked may I know your name? Landyn said " Yes my name is Landyn" Hey Rose I'm cold could we cuddle? Rose turned around quickly and screamed quietly and was blushing and turned backed quickly facing Landyn saying "YES" all happy and cheerful so she ran over by him cuddle up next to his bus warm chest and putting a blanket over them as well. Landyn saw that Roselyn had fell asleep on his chest and he didn't want to move so he kissed her forehead and her smiled in her sleep as so did he. The next day Rose woke up happy and smiling, she got up quietly didn't want to wake up landyn to make breakfast. Roselyn was at the oven whipping up pancakes when all of the sudden Landyn popped up behind her and scared her and grabbed some pancakes batter with his hands ands wipped it down Roses body and ended up licking it off of her she was smiling. Rose arched her back when he got to her sweet spot, she is enjoying herself, Rose sits up tells Landyn to look at her and trust her so she sits on top of him riding him go harder and faster moaning louder and louder, Landyn digging his nails into her back the neighbors are definitely going to know Landyns and Roselyn's name for sure. The sex is getting so intense that we took it took the shower the shower is huge we make it steamy hot in there. We gather soap on eachother and get clean then go back to it, getting into doggie style so he can hit it from behind I had a massive orgasm that had my legs shaking until we got out of the shower and sat on the bed and fell asleep. Many days past, Landyn needed to hunt and he told Roselyn and she was okay with as long as he was careful out there and if he ever needed help to howl for her and his friends or family to let them know where he is and that he needed help. Later that night, Landyn went out of the house for the evening to hunt for food but, later that evening Roselyn started getting concerned since she hasn’t heard from him since earlier that day. Therefore, with how courageous Roselyn was she grabbed her jacket and keys as well water just in case. Roselyn walked out the front door looking for her boyfriend well hopes? As Roselyn walking through the woods she notices in the corner of her eye this dark gray wolf just laying down and she walk’s closer to him, Rose looks into his crystal blue eyes and notices it was Landyn he was attacked by an unknown creature. Once Rose and Landyn made it back to the cabin.
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