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https://t.me/+qIkl6VOqKIRkNjc0 “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.” #sex #gay #incest #fuck

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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.” #Gay #sex #fuck #2024