You Got A Message

Carlos woke up to the sound of a "ding" coming from the phone on his nightstand, notifying him that he'd just received a text message. Groggily, he rolled over and lifted up the device, seeing that it was a text from an unknown number. 

Wiping the sleep from his eyes and stretching, he didn't think much of what was showing on his screen. He was quite the ladies' man, after all, always freely giving out his number to any member of the opposite sex who caught his eye. Getting a text from a number he didn't recognize was nothing out of the ordinary. He vaguely recalled chatting up both a redhead whose tits had been trying to burst out of her little black dress and smoking hot blonde with a tight little body before he'd blacked out last night, so this could easily be from either of them.

Still, when his eyes drifted over to the thumbnail accompanying the notification (showing him that the text was only a photo), he started to think this might not be from a new conquest, but from some slut he'd already had before. From what he could make out in the tiny picture on his lock screen, it looked like some total whore with her legs spread wide open -- not something that would be out of the ordinary for fuck-boy like Carlos to receive from a horny piece of ass who wanted his attention again.

Everything was playing out in ways it always had until the instant Carlos put his thumb on his phone to unlock it and the text itself came into full view. No words were on the screen -- but the image he saw there said a thousand of them.

Carlos was aghast at what he saw. There was a picture of him -- in crystal-clear detail -- completely bare-ass, lying on his back and holding his legs wide open like the sluttiest himbo whore he'd ever seen, with his normally-impressive cock pathetically locked away in a chastity cage and a forearm-thick dildo plunging into his cock-hungry manhole.

"What... the... FUCK?!" Carlos choked out slowly as his eyes ran over the photo on his phone screen, trying to figure out how someone could have so convincingly photoshopped his face onto the body of someone in a position he would never in a million years ever conceivably find himself in.

But thing only got more inexplicable the more he studied the image on his phone screen.

The rug that cock-hungry slut was spread out on like a bitch in heat was... his rug.

This photo featured someone with his face and his body in he now realized was unmistakably his own living room.

"WHO THE FUCK IS THIS???" Carlos texted back, seething as he typed.

This had to be a prank, right? One of his buddies using some new AI image generator to fuck with his head... Right?

A message came back almost immediately. It was another photo, albeit this time one with words accompanying it.

"The man who's got the key to your cage 😈," the text said. Above it, there was a photo of a slender male hand holding a tiny silver key between its thumb and forefinger.

This had not been the kind of response Carlos had been expecting. He knitted his brow in confusion, trying to figure out what this fucker was getting at.

"Key to my...?" Carlos began slowly before a worrying thought popped into his head.

Alarmed at the implication of what the unknown number had just sent to him, he bolted upright in bed and threw the covers off his lower half. To Carlos's utter horror, his eyes did not land on the much-prized manhood he'd expected to see flopping between his legs, but instead on the very cage he'd seen in the first photo crushing his cock into a sad-looking nub.

Holy shit.

Holy FUCKING shit.

The photo was... real. That was really him. Carlos had apparently locked his cock, spread his legs, and eagerly taken a giant dildo up his man-cunt in front of a stranger in his own living room last night.

"WHAT THE FUCK???" Carlos texted back, refusing to believe he'd been an active participant in this. There must be some explanation!

"Something I can do again today, if you want 😜," the mystery man replied, adding a photo of a dozen dildos as big as or bigger than the one in the first picture Carlos had received.

As he read the message on his screen and looked over the attached photo, Carlos felt an unfamiliar sensation: his asshole twitched.

While Carlos's had no memory of last night, it seemed that his body remembered something -- and was eager to try it again. He hesitated, feeling the sensation again as his eyes scanned the cage that rendered his manhood into a useless nub.

This guy had the key, right? Maybe... Maybe he should invite him over.

Just to get the key, of course. Whatever this guy thought was going to happen, Carlos would make sure it didn't. He'd demand the key and kick this guy to the curb as soon as his cock was free.

"What time?" Carlos wrote back, surprised at another feeling building in him: anticipation.

Carlos told himself that he was just playing along... 

Just getting the guy here to get the key to his cage...

Just inviting him over to see who he was...

Just checking out how big those dildos really were...

Just recreating that photo once to find out what it was really like..

No Doubt

Jeff loved Uncle Rick, no doubt in that at all. It was far too easy to love Uncle Rick. He was just too much not to love and in such a deep way. Eight inches was a lot to love, and god did Jeff love it.

Rick kept finding ways to be alone with the boy, especially after he cunted Jeff. Every time the rest of the family went out and they stayed behind, Uncle Rick always got out of his clothes and sat on the couch playing with that monster cock of his, looking at his nephew, teasing him. "You know you really want to bounce on this again, princess."

Jeff knew that much was true. There was no need to deny that he wanted to bounce on Uncle Rick's dick all the time. It just felt too good not to. And why deny the blanket truth anyway? It didn't do either of them any good for Jeff to deny anything... The only thing it did get Jeff was an over the knee bare ass spanking. Granted ninety-eight percent of the time Jeff loved an over the knee bare ass spanking.

Jeff really loves his uncle. So, Jeff scoots over on the couch every time his Uncle Rick is naked, close enough for his uncle to grab hold of his head and force him down on his dick. He loves all the stuff Rick talks about, laughing while he throat fucks his nephew. By the time he mounts Uncle Rick, riding his big dick like crazy, Jeff understands that loving that son of a bitch just makes giving up power to him so much better.

Hot For The Trainer

Trevor wasn’t sure that this was what he wanted.  Oh, he was sexually aroused being around Keith, his trainer.  He had been secretly turned on by him for years but it was hard to admit that. There was something about the MAN'S raw masculinity that somehow made the boi go all quivery and almost breathless whenever he was around the MAN. But being fucked like a bitch, letting a guy stick his hard cock up Trevor’s new pussy and plow him like he was some cheap slut, that thought took some getting use to. Trevor was sure that only a stone-cold submissive would do something like that.  And, for all his undeniable excitement whenever he was around Keith, Trevor wasn’t sure whether that’s what he wanted to be.

But, Trevor soon found out, he didn’t have the final say in the matter.  As things turned out, Keith was hot to trot, too.  And as he quickly informed the boi, when a MAN was in the mood to fuck some boi, the boi just did what he was told. Which in Trevor’s case meant he just had to lie naked down on the bed, spread his legs as far apart as they would go, and let the MAN have his fun with Trevor’s pussy.  Since It was obvious that Keith was in no mood to debate the matter, Trevor simply did what he was ordered to do.

When Trevor felt his trainer’s aroused cock pressing hard against the boy’s tender pussy, he tried to relax like Keith told him to.  But Keith’s cock was so big…SO BIG.  Trevor didn’t think there was any way that he could fit that massive fuck-stick up his tight little pussy.  But this wasn’t the first boy-twat Keith had plundered and he kept up the pressure until, suddenly, with an awesome stab, he forced his cock up and in the boi.  

Trevor gasped at first but, amazingly, the worst of the pain was short-lived and was soon replaced by a sense of incredible fullness as Keith slowly fed the length of his cock  into Trevor’s pussy.  It still hurt, there was no denying that.  But it felt so right, so right that Trevor’s twat should be serving a Man’s throbbing boner, so right that the Man should be driving his dick back and forth inside Trevor’s body, turning Trevor’s boy-hole into a cunt, a pussy for MEN to use when they were horny, a fuck-pit for Men to spew their hot cum into when they were in rut – whenever they were in rut.  And as Keith continued to plow away inside the boi, Trevor realized that, despite his earlier misgivings, this was always how he’d been meant to be used.  This was his destined role in life.  

Trevor was exactly where he should be – naked, on a bed, his legs spread wide, his pussy stuffed with hard cock, pleasuring a MAN the way a boi always does – with his cunt.  And Trevor realized that there was no place else he ever wanted to be. Ever.

No Worries

 

You tell yourself not to worry about cheating on your boyfriend, sex is natural, it’s only natural that you get needy when he’s out of town. Hell, you get honey even when he is home. 

But it’s not just that, you love how dirty it feels to get fucked by an anonymous guy who you know nothing about. You love going to the baths to get bred by a stranger. 

You love how much bigger a lot of these men are than your boyfriend, so obscenely hung that you probably couldn’t date someone like him without permanently gaping your poor pussy and ruining yourself for men forever. When in reality you know that is exactly what you want to have happen.

You love how they use you without thinking about you, fucking your cunt and forgetting you exist above the waist. Your problem isn’t that you’re a serial cheater, it’s that you’re a  freak who gets off on cheating way too much.

Figuring It All Out

 

It was his group of friends that decided to have scary movie night every week. After the second week, Jerry asked me to come with him. He said he knew I liked horror movies. But I figured out the real reason why he wanted me there. We had been to the movies a few weeks before, and he grabbed my arm when he was scared. A moment later he let go of me. I whispered that he shouldn't be embarrassed, and he should grab my arm whenever he was scared if it made him feel better.

The thing was, grabbing my arm did make him feel better. It made him feel a lot better, and safer. It was strange. He wasn't a weak or fearful person. If anything, he thought, he was straight and I am openly gay. He should be the one protecting me. But holding me made him feel like nothing bad could ever happen to him.

I went along with him to scary movie night, and sitting next to me, holding my arm, he wasn't as scared. We did that for a few weeks. Then last week, when a very scary movie was on I had him sit between my legs. He was a bit nervous at first that it would look odd, but as he settled down leaning against me, he relaxed. As the lights went off I whispered in his ear. "Can you feel my hard dick? That's for you."

Ordinarily he would have jumped up and denied he was gay, fighting any feelings he might have to the contrary. But with my arms holding him tight, he knew everything was going to be OK. In fact, his own little dick was now rock hard.

Jerry was trying to watch the movie, but all he could think about was my dick pressing into him. Mine felt enormous on his back. Could it really be that big? He wondered if I was circumsized. He wondered if I had ever managed to get it inside another dude. He wondered if I could get it in his virgin hole. He wondered what it tasted like.

No, he had to stop thinking about that. He was straight. He had a girlfriend. Why didn't his girlfriend ever make him feel this good, this safe, or this protected. She made him feel like he was always doing something wrong, but she never told him what he should be doing. That was never a problem with me. He always knew exactly what I wanted because I told him. And he knew when he did something I liked. Just last week I had ruffled my hand through his hair and told him I was proud of him when he showed me he had gotten an A on his college algebra test. He couldn't remember feeling so good in a long time.

This week, it had been Jerry's turn to host. I picked the movie, and arrived early to help Jerry clean up and get ready. Jerry was wearing only a tee shirt, and shorts. I could tell Jerry was freeballing. Jerry was a bit disappointed that I had him sit beside me. Jerry had hoped to feel my strong, hard cock against him again. He was happy to at least have my arm around his shoulder, keeping him safe.

A few minutes into the movie Jerry did get startled, and I slipped my arm down his back. I leaned over and whispered in his ear to relax. Jerry felt my hand slip inside his shorts, and he leaned forward a bit to let me get my hand under him. Jerry knew what I was going to do. Jerry had fingered girls before. Jerry grabbed my leg with is hand, but it was not out of fear. Jerry didn't know why, but he was giving me permission. During the rest of the movie I teased and toyed with his ass. He paid no attention to what everyone else was watching, focused only on what I was doing to him.

I stayed behind when everyone else left, then I pulled my own shorts and underwear down while I sat back on his couch. He seemed mesmerized watching my cock as I lubed it, but when I told him to sit on my lap and ride my dick, he did as he was instructed. I told him that my cock was much bigger and less flexible than my finger, but that if he relaxed his budding pussy it would hurt less. It felt wrong to Jerry to be doing this, but he knew I would protect him.

It took Jerry a while, but eventually he got me all the way in his new cunt. It hurt. In fact, he couldn't remember ever being in so much pain. But he didn't want to let my dick out of him. For the first time I knew Jerry felt like he knew who he was and what he was supposed to be doing. As Jerry relaxed, the level of pain went down and he started squirming in my lap, feeling my cock rooting around in his new pussy.

With him more comfortable with my cock in his pussy, I repositioned us so Jerry was on his knees facing the back of the couch so I could really fuck him the way I wanted. I knew all thoughts went out of Jerry's mind as he listened to my instructions to clamp down on me as I pulled out and relax as I pushed back in him. Jerry was disappointed when he felt my body tense and my cum breeding him. It had not gone on nearly as long as he would have liked.

Jerry couldn't help but smile with pride when I told him he had done a good job, and that I had bred him as a reward. Now he would carry a bit of me around with him forever. I would always be a part of him. Even though he hadn't cum, it was the best sex he ever had. He didn't understand. Jerry showed me out while still naked. I told him I'd pick him up next week because the next movie was at a house on the edge of town. He wanted to ask me to stay, but he said he couldn't.

Sitting alone on his couch Jerry lit a cigarette, but he only took one puff. He thought about my cum in his throbbing pussy. He couldn't understand why he had let me fuck him, or why it felt so right. He didn't understand why his new pussy felt so empty. He felt my cum spreading through his own body, helping him relax. He didn't think he could last a whole week before getting me fucking him again. He tried to figure out if it would sound weird if he asked me to come over before next week. He wished I would just come back and fuck him again, so he would not have to figure all this out.

Daddy's On Grindr

“Mmm. That was so fucking hot, Daddy. I love when you breed me good and deep.”

“Yeah, baby girl, that was hot; it always is. I love cumming in your hungry pussy and I love that your so damn verbal in bed”

“Daddy, whatcha doing on your phone?”

“Just checking out Grindr.”

“Seriously? I thought I emptied your balls. I thought it was great sex. I thought I satisfied you.”

“I’m not looking for me . . . I’m looking for you.”

“Oh! Daddy. My pussy is thoroughly wrecked . I couldn’t possibly take any more cock right now.”

“Oh, come on now. You know I love to watch you getting fucked with my baby makers in your twat. Besides you're a real cock hound. How about that surprise birthday party I threw you and you took one load for every year old you are?”

“I remember all too well, Daddy. I still have dreams about that night. So now you’re my pimp & my Daddy?”

“Haha . . . Hey . . . I found a dude looking for sloppy seconds. Just pinged him. He’s hung like fuck. You gotta see this HUGE fucking cock.”

“Holy SHIT. Is that thing real? It’s like the size of my arm.”

“Told you. He just responded. You want me to invite him over and have him core out your pussy while I watch?”

“Fuck YES, Daddy!”

“That’s my good, slutty pussy cum dump bitch. Now go get on the bed, pussy up; like Daddy's good lil girl."

Dad's Jockstrap

It had been three months since I moved back home with my Dad and as time went on with just me and my dad living at home alone, he got more and more comfortable. It was basically like there were no boundaries between us, especially when it came to what he would wear around the house. It was pretty common for him to wear just his underwear.  Then it became just a shirt around me with no underwear on at all. His limp dick head just barely visible under his shirt tails; but his bubble butt was was visible every time he made a move. Bending over was the best as it was on full display and even his pussy. I noticed I started getting erections seeing him like that, and my bed time dreams became about him fully nude all the time as this submissive lil bitch who in my dreams became my cum dump.

But when he started wearing jockstraps something about it seemed a little more provocative and definitely erotic. At this time I began watching gay Daddy/son porn on Xhamster and reading Gay Daddy porn on Smashwords. I was never going to complain about getting a pussy show from him. As I was realizing I was gay I also immediately realized what kind of guy I was into. The type of guy that my father was, and I wasn't going to complain about getting to see a guy who was exactly my type laying around my own house with his pussy out framed by his white straps. And the fact that he was my dad was a bonus.

One day out of the blue, my dad looks at me and says, "I've noticed you've been staring at my ass a lot here lately. Are you gay?"

"What are you talking about. I don't stare at your ass."

"Uh, yeah you do all the time. It's rather obvious if you ask me as you don't even try to hide it. Besides you didn't answer the full question Randy, "Are you gay?"

"Maybe. Ok there dad, that's your answer I'm not sure. I've never even had sex with a man before."

"You've fantasized about though. I can tell."

"How can you tell that?"

"They way you look at my ass, Randy. I can tell you wouldn't mind me ass up so you could fuck my pussy."

"Did I just hear you call your ass what I just thought I heard you call it?"

"Yup, sure did. And I'll call that again. My pussy. I'm gay Randy. Have been all my life. As far back as I can remember. Sure I married your ma, trying to cover up those feelings; but I was cheating on her all the time. Going pussy up for any guy I could find. Of course you know the marriage didn't last."

"By why insist on calling it that?"

"Calling it my pussy. You can't even begin to say that can you? I know you want to. But something is standing in your way. Maybe its ingrained heteronormativity around the word, pussy or maybe not. Whatever it is I think you need to get over it like I did."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh just my thinking the last couple of years. I go pussy up for men. Usually doggie style. You know my puss high in the air, legs spread wide, head and chest on the bed, arms in front of me, and my cunt on full display so the top can just mount me and really go to town on my welcoming pussy. And since I do that all the time, every time I have sex I realized I'm pussy and that pussy is my ONLY true sex organ and as such I'm the tops good girl."

"But..."

"But what? You can't imagine me pussy up. Here let me show you," and with he went pussy up on the couch for Randy. "I'm tired of talking about being pussy up. Here you go. You want some pussy or not. I think you do I can see your erection in your pants, son."

Blindfolded

It had been months since Joe had sex. Between his heavy work schedule, with sometimes 50 hours a week and his near full time college schedule there just no time for pleasure. At least with another person. Joe had grown not only tired of his twice a day dildo use habit but he had grown very weary as well as bored with it.

Joe was an extremely good looking muscle queen, in his twenties with a killer bod that exceeded the good looks as well possessing a huge bubble butt that was his pride and joy as being a full fledged pussygurl; as Joe considered himself non-binary leaning strongly on the feminine side. He was also very submissive in his personal life as well as being somewhat so also in his public work life. He knew sexually he was a pussygurl cum dump.

Late one night after a frustrating two and half hour dildo session Joe lost it. Sure the pussygasms were amazing, and his hole was happily sore as well as gaping but the loneliness over took him that night. He raided the fridge still being naked and grabbed the box of twelve wine coolers and drunk them all in one full swoop and passed out on the couch waking up hungover the following morning. Not quite the result he wanted with his hang over the following morning but he woke knowing exactly what he needed to do.

He picked up the phone, called off work, pulled on a jockstrap, grabbed the lube, some poppers, a blindfold threw it all in a backpack, slid on his shoes and a t-shirt and drove to the baths. At the window he asked for a large room.

"That be $20 sexy." 

He walked to room 30 unlocked the door and stepped in. The queen bed in the center of the space. He left the door open and began to undress down to just his jockstrap & socks. He turned his baseball cap backwards, threw his poppers & lube under his pillow after slicking up his hairless cunt. He knew MEN weren't really interested in his limp lil clitty or jiggling ovaries as he got fucked they just need good, loose and easy twat to fuck. He certainly was all that. He climbed up on the bed, ass up high in the air, legs spread wide open, head and chest on the bed, tied the blindfold tight over his eyes and put his hands in front of him after four big hits of poppers and waited till some anonymous someone, he NEVER see any part of came along and used him. It wasn't long.

"Fuck! What a pretty looking musclegurl with a lube slick good looking pussy who needs cunted!"

Keith's Birthday

Andrew had been a very young father, all of seventeen when the one and only female he had ever fucked came back a few weeks later and told him he was going to be a father.  Instead of marrying her Andrew came out.... not only as gay, but as a big ole bottom. By nineteen he had a lover, and at twenty they had married.

He and Jerry raised Andrew's son, Keith, after Keith's ma went MIA with some trucker. Keith loved having two Daddies growing up, he felt it made him unique growing up and he knew his biological father was "the wife" in the sexual department of that relationship as he could hear off and on Jerry say through the thin walls, "come on you slut...open that pussy" as the headboard banged the wall every night and he could Jerry whimper as he got dicked hard by Jerry's eight and a half inch dick.

Keith as a lil kid hated wearing his clothes and at three and four would throw tantrums if he had to wear anything at all, so Jerry and Andrew became home nudists so the poor kid felt comfortable. At nine Keith told his Daddies over Thanksgiving he was gay, and at fourteen Andrew found Keith one night, during the middle of the night had stolen one of his dildos and was fucking himself silly with it.

It was about three a.m. and Andrew had been walking naked to the john down the hall when he walked by Keith's room and saw Keith's ass facing his open door, impaled on his favorite ten inch dildo. Keith had his head buried in his pillows moaning as he thrashed his pussy. Andrew watched for four or five minutes in silence before continuing on to piss in the bathroom, watched four or five minutes on his way back to bed; then went back to his shared bedroom with Jerry, sliding his greased up cunt on Jerry's sleeping erection and fell asleep himself.

Three days before Keith's nineteenth birthday Andrew left to do grocery shopping and half way to the store realized he left the grocery list on the kitchen counter, turned around and drove back to the house. He parked the car in the drive, walked in the front door and could hear two men having sex. 

"Oh fuck yea, such a hungry lil pussy." 

Andrew was crushed. Who was the home wrecker having sex with his husband? He stormed through the kitchen straight to their bedroom to confront Jerry and this slut. He was horrified to see Jerry balls deep in Keith's upturned ass.

Jerry chuckled, "caught him with your favorite pussy toy buried deep in his hungry lil twat. Like father like son. So I had to cunt the fucker, you know." Andrew involuntarily and without even thinking unzipped his pants and began jerking off watching his husband cunt his son.

Andrew jerked his cock as he watched. "Look at what I've turned your son's asshole into, you big ole dick hungry girl.  If you were any kind of MAN, you'd be fucking his tight lil cunt too with that little dick of yours, but NO.... I do..... and I fuck your pussy too don't I, you bitch. Why not not get over here and go pussy up for Daddy as well," Jerry bellowed at Andrew snapping him out of it. "Luckiest goddamn man alive two big ole pussygurls living under my roof."

Andrew moaned and stopped jerking off, took off his clothes and got on the bed just like his son... ass up. Jerry went back and forth between his husband's and step-son's greased up cunts. Andrew wanted to wait to cum until the moment his husband bred his son's pussy for the first time.  Sucking that load out of his son's oozing cunt after his husband pulled out of his son's twat would get him off again.

Insane

Sean's heat was driving him insane. Luckily his best bud Joey had a brilliant way to help ease his achy, throbbing pussy lips.

"There you go, Seany! Keep that back arched so I can get in that cunt real deep. I think I might have to pull out the big gun to get to where it's really bothering you."

The room smelled like pussy. Suddenly, Sean felt Joey get up briefly. The sound of a zipper unzipping filled the steamy bedroom.

"Joey... Why'd you stop? Please suck on my pussy a little mo—OH!!"

Sean's words stopped in his throat as he felt his best bud—a guy he'd known since they were both in preschool—push his thick dick into his tender sopping wet cunt. 

As Joey's schlong easily parted those dripping pussy lips and started the journey to reach the deepest, most secret parts of Sean's insides, the two groaned in unison at the intensity of the moment. 

The himbo in heat and Joey began to mate. Deep inside him, Sean felt Joey hilt up and press into something new. Something precious.

"Oh fuuuck baby!! I think I can feel the entrance of your womb kissing my fat cockhead. Hope you've got some baby names picked out, cause we're not stopping until your full of my kids, Seany!"

I'm the Only One Who Hasn't

Geoff, my brother, could always talk me into anything. We were on vacation, sharing a room and a bed because of a hotel mistake. They had porn on the tv, and Geoff found a gay film. Turning it on, one guy was getting fucked by two guys up the ass at the same time while a third was down the bottom's throat, Geoff turned to me and said he had a secret fantasy of fucking a guy. Not just any guy though. He had a long time fantasy of dicking me. "Come on," he taunted. "I'll go easy on you. Besides all of my buddies have already fucked and bred you. I'm the only one who hasn't."

"Not with that big dick of yours," I said. "I've heard the stories of cis-girls squealing when you fuck them. How they walk funny for a week."

"Come on. They're just cis-girls. Can't take a good cunting. But I know you could take it. I've overheard some of the guys at the gym talk about what a prime piece of pussy you are."

We were already naked, slightly drunk and already boned. And, as he knew I would, I gave in. "Just don't cum in me, man. That changes a guy forever when his own brother breeds him; having another guy dump their load deep inside them. That can turn a guy into a cum dump."

"Rumor at the gym is you already are one. Present your pussy to Daddy, baby girl." I got up on all fours, my ass high in the air, legs spread real wide, chest and head on the bed and wiggled my butt. My hairless balls were swinging beneath me.

I was a bit suspicious when he found a bottle of lube and poppers in his luggage. Like he'd planned this well in advance. Before he fucked me, he put his cock in my face and told me to just suck the head.

He knew I would..... I did. It wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be. I liked how his cock stretched my lips and filled my mouth. I tongued him, tasting his precum, thinking that tasted great.

Then, when he turned me over he poured some lube on my cunt and fingered some inside me before lining his cock tip up to my pussy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted as I felt the pressure of his dick push into me, then the head pop past my sphincter and his fat shaft start to worm down into my second twat. I hit the poppers hard. He went slow, letting me get used to his length and girth. But, it was a lot of dick. Then, I felt his pubes on my upturned ass. 

"I'm all the way inside your pussy," Geoff's gruff voice said into my ear as his body lay on top of mine. Then he started slow fucking, then faster, then faster. Soon enough I was grunting with each hard thrust as he rutted my twat for all he was worth, his big cock now touching, then jabbing my prostate rentlessly, making my toes curl and making me moan. "Fuck yeah," I grunted. "Fuck me, Geoff. Fuck my cunt."

"You like this, huh? Meant to be MY pussy, huh, cuntboi!"

"It feels so fucking good."

Geoff pounded me for a good hour, solid, slowing down when he got close, then going at it again, til I was an incoherent sweaty gaping, sloppy mess. Then he started his full rut to the finish line. And, what a ride it was, til with a bellow and a violent thrust deep into me, Geoff bred my cunt, christening it as pussy, turning me gay. That vacation I spent more time naked, and my dick sucking skills got better, while my pussy was always full of cum. Geoff actually found a couple jocks at the bar and brought them back and they all used my mouth and cunt all night long. 

Now, back home, Geoff suggested I move into his bedroom, so my pussy is available for him whenever he wants. He's started to whore me out, taking the money against rent. It's become more and more frequent, and I know he's making way more than I was paying in rent. But now I quit my job, and he keeps me naked all the time...

Coming Of Age

Jake's coming of age rut pushed his omega Dad into the thirstiest heat of his life! When the 18 year old got home from baseball practice, Andy's pussy lips suddenly started sweating. 

He instinctively pulled his tight shorts off and presented himself for the Alpha whose musk was making his inner pussy walls self-lubricate. When the proud Daddy felt Jake press his impressive baby maker to the very birth canal he emerged from, it caused Andy's womb to flex and flutter.

"That's right, Jake! Oh fuuuck!! My big boy's gonna put a baby in me!!

"I really needed this, dad! Holy shit, your pussy keeps swallowing my baseball bat. You've got more than half of my 7.5 incher, pops!! Fuck!! What is that?! It feels like I'm pushing into another hole!!"

"Uh huh!! OHHH YEAH! That's right, baby! You're lodged in daddy's cervix! Go head. Push pa—OH FUCK YEAH, JAKE!! MAKE ME A MOMMY AGAIN!!”

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9 months later... to the day... Jake's dad gave birth to twins...

Making The Most Of It

Earl went into a TOTAL  fuck-rut… rubbing his bearded face into his best bud's massive, hairy furrow. Darryl's groaned with need as his eyes rolled in his head. Involuntarily, he arched his back, his hips angled up causing his huge ass mounds to part… all in response to Earl's worship of his pussy, dripping with pregger pheromones. 

The alluring odor emanating from the senior linebacker spelled it out clearly—Darryl's newly-formed womb needed a load of cum to quell the heat. He needed to get bred!

Three hours earlier… at lunch, when Darryl confided in his best buddy that he was feeling strange. He was embarassed, but knew Earl wouldn't make fun of him. He confessed that his butt cheeks felt slippery and his hole had been itching for days. But not itching on the outside… something deeper needed to be satisfied. That's when Earl first caught a whiff of a new smell. It awoke something in the young alpha. He immediately recognized the scent… Darryl—his massively built, football teammate and best buddy—was a… an omega?!

Back to the present…

Darryl's pussy was in season and any Daddy within thirty yards of him could smell it. But Earl couldn't just smell it… He could FEEL his buddies heat. It radiated out of the big dude in waves. His sweet pussy slick gently squirted from Darryl's hairy cunt was driving the lean, fuzzy quarterback crazy.

Earl had to help his thickly-built pregger buddy with his problem. Even though their higher brains new what could come from this, they were drugged up with their own endorphins… their pheromones forming a feedback loop of call and response… "breed me please, sir!!" and "gotta make you mine NOW!!"

The next nine months were not going to be easy… but the new breeding pair would certainly make the most of it.

Halloween Cat

I came out late in life. Hell, my only son was a freshman in college when I did it that spring. He surprised my husband and I that Christmas by coming out as gay as well. But this story isn't about that, neither of our coming out stories are that vastly different from hundreds you read about every other day of the week.

This story is the following year Halloween; Ashton was now a sophomore, involved in the gay student union as their president and my husband and I were getting ready to have our first wedding anniversary when we decided to visit Fairfield University, a Jesusit Catholic college in Connecticut. Ashton had just transferred from NYCU and the move shocked us. A religious institute and our gay kid, with his gay father and step-dad and we my husband was Jewish and I converted----oy! We arrived a few days earlier and stayed with Ashton as he was renting a house from my ex-wife's sister, Jenny. A lovely New England four bedroom for next to nothing away from campus on five lovely acres. He lived by himself and the place was spotless.

Halloween morning Frank and I woke to the smell of coffee, bacon, an apple pie we felt for sure was in the oven, and walking to the kitchen in our Andrew Christian's heard potatoes frying. Standing at the stove in fake black cat ears, and just a bowtie was my son scrambling eggs. He was stark naked & locked in a pale pink chastity cage.

"Trick or treat, Dad and Frank." 

Franked eyed Ashton with a raised eyebrow before he spoke, "Um, Ash, what are you suppose to be besides being naked?"

"Oh that's easy, silly. I'm the Halloween pussy."

Before I could say a word Frank said, "I'll say and some pussy too, I say. Just like his Dad's I bet."

"FRANK!" I bellowed, "He doesn't need to know I'm your pussy."

"Well, he does now," Frank giggled.

"Oh, I knew. Believe me I knew before now. Mama told me when you had come out that she walked in on the two of you and Frank was as she put it, 'cunting you stupid."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh christ." 

Frank was laughing as he took off his underwear, his erection springing in front of him.

"And EXACTLY what are you doing Mr. Man," I said matter of factly to my husband.

"Getting comfortable," he answered as he walked over to me and ripped my underwear off of me.

"FRANK! They were brand new!"

He grabbed me by my arm, turned me over his knee and proceeded to spank me in front of my own son.

"Why don't you shut up for once you whiny lil bitch. Set a good example for your son, on what a good boi-wife is supposed to be. Be a good lil girl and Daddy just might fuck your pussy later after breakfast."

I laid over his knee with my mouth agape in shock. Just then Ashton spoke up.

"You know pop, your a lucky cunt-boi. Frank loves you. Hell he adores you. Look at him, he's gorgeous, all muscly and a big ole dick on him and you are his girl. I'd be beyond thrilled to be a girl like you with a guy like Frank on my arm."

"You would?" Frank blushed.

"Sure would. Why else do you think I'm standing here naked with cat ears on being as I said Halloween pussy?"

"Trying to steal your own father's husband. I see how it is you lil slut. Well not on my watch."

"OH do shut up already. The kid isn't trying to steal me away. He just wants laid."

"That's it exactly, pop. I don't want to steal Frank away. I'm just tired of being a virgin."

"Do me a favor you stupid slut and eat your son's pussy out for me. As they say in certain circles 'prep his pussy for Daddy. Do it and I'll eat you out as you eat him out."

Where He Wants To Be

Now that it was over Bob was feeling a little guilty about fucking his new roommate’s pussy.  He just could not help himself, it was as if his cock took charge of his mind and body. He knows his roommate is lying face down on the bed, behind him, still in his jockstrap. Those straps framing the violated cunt that now contains three loads of his cum.  The hair on his ass matted with his sperm.

The real problem is that his dick is still hard.  Knowing that his roommate’s pussy is still there and that it has been stretched out to fit his cock like a glove.  Knowing that it is waiting, warm, slick and smooth. 

He slowly turns around and drops his pants to his ankles.  His roommate whimpers “please, not again”, then a lets out a small moan as his thick dick slides back inside of him, where it wants to be. 

Figuring It All Out

It was his group of friends that decided to have scary movie night every week. After the second week, Jerry asked me to come with him. He said he knew I liked horror movies. But I figured out the real reason why he wanted me there. We had been to the movies a few weeks before, and he grabbed my arm when he was scared. A moment later he let go of me. I whispered that he shouldn't be embarrassed, and he should grab my arm whenever he was scared if it made him feel better.

The thing was, grabbing my arm did make him feel better. It made him feel a lot better, and safer. It was strange. He wasn't a weak or fearful person. If anything, he thought, he was straight and I am openly gay. He should be the one protecting me. But holding me made him feel like nothing bad could ever happen to him.

I went along with him to scary movie night, and sitting next to me, holding my arm, he wasn't as scared. We did that for a few weeks. Then last week, when a very scary movie was on I had him sit between my legs. He was a bit nervous at first that it would look odd, but as he settled down leaning against me, he relaxed. As the lights went off I whispered in his ear. "Can you feel my hard dick? That's for you."

Ordinarily he would have jumped up and denied he was gay, fighting any feelings he might have to the contrary. But with my arms holding him tight, he knew everything was going to be OK. In fact, his own little dick was now rock hard.

Jerry was trying to watch the movie, but all he could think about was my dick pressing into him. Mine felt enormous on his back. Could it really be that big? He wondered if I was circumsized. He wondered if I had ever managed to get it inside another dude. He wondered if I could get it in his virgin hole. He wondered what it tasted like.

No, he had to stop thinking about that. He was straight. He had a girlfriend. Why didn't his girlfriend ever make him feel this good, this safe, or this protected. She made him feel like he was always doing something wrong, but she never told him what he should be doing. That was never a problem with me. He always knew exactly what I wanted because I told him. And he knew when he did something I liked. Just last week I had ruffled my hand through his hair and told him I was proud of him when he showed me he had gotten an A on his college algebra test. He couldn't remember feeling so good in a long time.

This week, it had been Jerry's turn to host. I picked the movie, and arrived early to help Jerry clean up and get ready. Jerry was wearing only a tee shirt, and shorts. I could tell Jerry was freeballing. Jerry was a bit disappointed that I had him sit beside me. Jerry had hoped to feel my strong, hard cock against him again. He was happy to at least have my arm around his shoulder, keeping him safe.

A few minutes into the movie Jerry did get startled, and I slipped my arm down his back. I leaned over and whispered in his ear to relax. Jerry felt my hand slip inside his shorts, and he leaned forward a bit to let me get my hand under him. Jerry knew what I was going to do. Jerry had fingered girls before. Jerry grabbed my leg with is hand, but it was not out of fear. Jerry didn't know why, but he was giving me permission. During the rest of the movie I teased and toyed with his ass. He paid no attention to what everyone else was watching, focused only on what I was doing to him.

I stayed behind when everyone else left, then I pulled my own shorts and underwear down while I sat back on his couch. He seemed mesmerized watching my cock as I lubed it, but when I told him to sit on my lap and ride my dick, he did as he was instructed. I told him that my cock was much bigger and less flexible than my finger, but that if he relaxed his budding pussy it would hurt less. It felt wrong to Jerry to be doing this, but he knew I would protect him.

It took Jerry a while, but eventually he got me all the way in his new cunt. It hurt. In fact, he couldn't remember ever being in so much pain. But he didn't want to let my cock out of him. For the first time I knew Jerry felt like he knew who he was and what he was supposed to be doing. As Jerry relaxed, the level of pain went down and he started squirming in my lap, feeling my cock rooting around in his insides.

With him more comfortable with my cock in his pussy, I repositioned us so Jerry was on his knees facing the back of the couch so I could really fuck him the way I wanted. I knew all thoughts went out of Jerry's mind as he listened to my instructions to clamp down on me as I pulled out and relax as I pushed back in him. Jerry was disappointed when he felt my body tense and my cum breeding him. It had not gone on nearly as long as he would have liked.

Jerry couldn't help but smile with pride when I told him he had done a good job, and that I hadbred him as a reward. Now he would carry a bit of me around with him forever. I would always be a part of him. Even though he hadn't cum, it was the best sex he ever had. He didn't understand. Even gay dudes had did. Jerry showed me out while still naked. I told him I'd pick him up next week because the next movie was at a house on the edge of town. He wanted to ask me to stay, but he said he couldn't.

Sitting alone on his couch Jerry lit a cigarette, but he only took one puff. He thought about my cum in his throbbing pussy. He couldn't understand why he had let me fuck him, or why it felt so right. He didn't understand why his new pussy felt so empty. He felt my cum spreading through his own body, helping him relax. He didn't think he could last a whole week before getting me fucking him again. He tried to figure out if it would sound weird if he asked me to come over before next week. He wished I would just come back and fuck him again, so he would not have to figure all this out.