I wasn’t really planning on getting my cock wet during this trip. But these things sort of just happen, and you shouldn’t really pass up a good time. Not when you’re a married man.
My wife, Madison, and I were spending Christmas and New Years with my family, in my Wisconsin hometown. Nothing really to write home about except that my parents had recently bought a lake house that was just a two-hour drive from town, which made future summer visits more exciting. So, we were going to cozy up, light the fireplace, have a few drinks and let the time pass with my folks. We might need more than a few drinks to bear it, but hey, that’s what the holidays are for. A little indulgence.
But Madison informed me she had to cover some shifts at her hospital. She had a shift covered last minute to come with me to a Friendsgiving last month, so she was repaying the favor. Annoyed, she told me she couldn’t be there until Christmas day. Bummer. Two extra days of rebuffing investigatory questions about when Mad and I were going to have kids or move back to Wisconsin or take up that job Dad was always offering at his company, all by myself.
So, I sucked it up, and in the early morning darkness, loaded my bags in the Lyft, and headed to Wisconsin all by my lonesome. My parents picked me up from the airport, excited as all get out, and jabbered away at me the entire ride, exercising their familiar probing into our married life until I was forced to change the subject and ask about their lives. And they had even more annoying responses about repairs around the house, taxes, the homeless problem (which meant they saw one guy holding a sign at their main busy intersection) and how politicians are too busy with the “Woke Agenda” to do anything about it. Typical Midwest democrat bullshit. My parents are well-meaning, and I love them for not giving into the Republican-MAGA temptations that populist fascism has to offer. But there were some issues we were still far apart on. Small wins, I guess.
Feeling more frustrated from the ride than I had even anticipated, I unloaded my suitcase in the spare bedroom after telling my folks I needed to take a nap. I collapsed on the bed and scrolled my phone. Pretty quickly I realized I wasn’t just frustrated, I was horny. And in about the same amount of time I realized this, I also remembered I was by myself. Well, no wife at least. My cock hardening in my sweatpants, I downloaded and logged onto my favorite cruising app.
I should probably explain some things. First is I occasionally hook up with other men behind my wife’s back. I know some people try to explain it away as something other than cheating, but of course it’s cheating. I don’t want my wife to know because she’d leave me if she found out. But I do it anyway. Ergo, cheating. I feel bad about the deceit sometimes, mostly because I know she’s probably more loyal than I am, and I’m getting my nut with what is sometimes some premium pussy. She’s only got her toys to get off from when it’s not my dick (toys that I happen to borrow when I’m feeling adventurous). And my dick isn’t bad by any means; 7 inches, cut, thick, heavy balls, can go multiple rounds, makes Mad cum every time. But I’m probably having a little more fun than her, and I feel a little guilty. A little.
I should also explain I’m not always going around fucking guys. Mostly because it’s too damn difficult to pull off without getting caught. Too much lying and anxiety over being found out. When we were dating, and especially before we moved in together, I would love dumping my load into some Anon bottom’s hungry hole. Sometimes I’d even do it before I went on a date with Mad. Helped me clear my head, and if we had sex that night, I would last longer. Win-win for everybody. The first year of our marriage I tried to keep up the routine but was almost caught one time and had to seriously back off for a while.
From then I mostly stuck to porn and chatting with other guys online. I’d show off my dick mostly and sext about how I would breed some bottom slut. Occasionally I would meet a hung top, and I would feel compelled to show off my own ass. Why not? I’m not a bottom myself, but it’s not like we’re actually fucking, and big dicks still turn me on. Plus, I had a nice ass. Firm but soft ass cheeks with a slightly hairy, pink hole that I could flex on command. And my ass had gotten bigger over the years from my weight training. I’m pretty fit for being in my early-30s. Strong arms, decently sized chest, thick legs, a hint of abs, but also some remnant of love handles. Can’t win ‘em all, and I wasn’t all that fussed about it really.
I loved showing off my body for guys online. My cock, chest and abs, ass. All of it. Guys love worshiping other guys, even if they don’t want to admit it, and it’s a part of us we should engage in more actively. It compelled me to keep my body in shape, and my wife never complained about the extra hours in the gym.
But sometimes porn and sexting weren’t enough, and that urge to feel the warm confines of an eager bottom’s gripping hole built up enough that when I had the chance, I seized it. Usually, I only acted upon it when Mad or I were out of town. I traveled occasionally for work conferences, so it was easier then. But sometimes I had the house to myself for a weekend, and thus the luxury of walking a mile or two to somebody’s place and getting to fuck, so that I was back in time to watch the game or make dinner.
I had a few rules for myself of course. The biggest ones were the most obvious. Number one was avoiding sketchy hookups and staying up to date on my STDs. Getting caught cheating on my wife I can handle. It would be miserable, and a pain in the ass to sort through, but it would be nothing compared to giving her some disease. The other rules were less dramatic but still important. Never leave evidence on your phone; don’t try to sneak out when she’s home or in town; and keep everything anonymous. This last one is why I came to love meeting up with other married men.
Fucking married bottoms is the best. They’re almost always anonymous. There’s no fuss or emotional entanglements. And often, they’re real men. Since being married, I’ve hooked up with a few younger bottoms, openly gay usually and in college or seniors in high school, and it was fine. They liked that I was older, a little hair on my chest, and I could fuck hard and breed them even harder. But they usually were too feminine or wanted to know my name or get closer to me. Once, one of them acknowledged me in public with Mad. I had to play it off as someone I met through work. A couple weeks later, I logged onto my cruising app and found all of these messages of that little fucker berating me for cheating on him! So, I tried steering clear of those types.
Anon bottoms on the apps usually meant married and cheating. They wanted to get cock just a little more than they wanted to get caught. I loved showing up to some random man’s house, the lights dimmed, face covered, hairy ass up in the air and a wet, sloppy hole winking at me, wedding band still on his hand. Those were usually when I had the best orgasms. Two men engaging in carnal desire. The smell of cum, sweat, and spit filling my nostrils like the best cologne. And when there was a group? When a married bottom had a half-dozen other married men to load him up? That’s where the real fun was. Most of us had that shared understanding. That need to be with men while maintaining our other life, which we also cherished.
And that’s what I also need to explain. I love my wife. I’m not one of these cheating men who’s secretly in the closet and miserable. I’m sympathetic to that experience of course. It’s hard and, depending on the environment and culture you’re in, nearly inescapable. I’m thankful I’m not one of those men. Madison knows I’m bi, but that I prefer romantic relationships with women over men, which is true. She also knows I’ve slept with a couple guys in college. Obviously, she doesn’t know the extent to which I’ve done it and still do it. She’s bi herself but has only ever kissed other women. I’m not hiding my sexuality from her, just the, well, activities. I find the people who hate their bitch wives or whatever deeply infuriating and eye-rolling. You should be lucky you have someone to share your life with, who actually wants to share their life with you. If you hate her so much, man up and leave her.
I’m lucky that Mad is smart, kind, and infinitely curious. She reads almost as much as I do, and we spend as much time engaging in hobbies like riding bikes, knitting, and baking as we do just sitting around and laughing at each other’s dumb attempts to get the other to smile.
I don’t want to go on too much about my loving wife in a story about fucking other men. Trust me. But I want to set the record straight that this secret life I’ve cultivated is not born out of some deep self-hatred or failure to accept who I am. Nor is it a vehicle to share how much I enjoy punishing an unknowing woman with my sexual depravity.
This is about how much I’ve grown to love the unadulterated pleasure that comes from fucking another man, from feeling their bodies, hearing their grunts, and telling each other disgusting, downright offensive things while we do it. Anything goes with another married man. Things I wouldn’t dream of telling or doing to my wife in bed are all welcomed and encouraged in anon fucking. And on top of that, I love that it’s in secret. That I get to have this part of me that I don’t need to explain or justify. Reminiscing on the carnal scenes in my head as I drift to sleep. It’s pure fucking bliss.
Speaking of pure bliss, I was looking to escape what was shaping up to be an annoying holiday trip by burying my dick in some fucking ass. I swiped and scrolled through the cruising app as I idly fondled my growing bulge in my underwear. Nothing of real interest was coming up. Mostly weirdos with no pictures or college kids home for Winter break. I was just about ready to give up and jerk off to porn when a picture popped up on the map less than a mile from me.
The name of the profile read STR8 MARRIED BOTTOM. I opened the profile to see a few pictures of a man in his late 30s showing off his ass. It was thick, a modest amount of hair on the cheeks. One of the pictures was a shot of his used, pink hole, which was evidently dripping out a load of cum and was probably taken by the stud who gave it to him. Among his stats read an updated description:
“DL married bottom needs to be bred. Home alone for a few hours. Looking to take some loads. Be clean, discrete, and don’t just say hey. Send a pic or gtfo.”
My cock was fully hard now, a stain visible on the front of my underwear from where my precum leaked. I released the throbbing piece of meat, letting it bounce against my stomach. I gave it a few pumps and took a picture, sending it to the bottom slut along with a text.
“DL married top looking to unload in that sweet pussy.”
Hardly a minute passed as I waited for his message, slowly stroking my cock and admiring his pictures. It really was a nice ass. Finally, he responded.
“Fuck yeah, come on over. Be quick.”
The bottom sent me his address and instructions for entering the side of his house, evidently wanting to avoid awkward questions from the neighbors about random men entering his home in the middle of the day. I messaged back, telling him I’d be there in 10.
I rushed to pull my pants back on and informed my parents I was going to try and do some last-minute gift shopping before Mad got here. Within five minutes of sending my cock to some random married guy, I was on the road, excited for my first anon fucking in God knows how long.
I pulled up to the address and parked just a few houses down. I braced the chilly December air and marched up to the house. It was a shingle style house with a wide front porch and asymmetrical rooflines. Several large trees surrounding it gave the house a discrete quality. Were those Walnuts? Didn't matter, I guess. I skipped the porch and located the side entrance. As I was opening the gate, I saw another man walking up the sidewalk. He was in a puffy coat and grey sweatpants. I hesitated to open the gate, not wanting to draw too much attention to this bottom slut’s extracurricular activities. He was about six-foot-three. He had a strong jaw and a heavy shadow of a beard. He walked with a purpose. He too stopped at the gate and looked at me with his piercing green eyes.
“Going in?” he said to me.
I raised an eyebrow at him, not sure how to answer. Yes, I was going in, but was it for the same reason as him? The man flashed me a bright smile, accentuating the structure of his jaw and reassured me.
“Let’s go, bud. My dick’s gonna’ be a lot warmer in there, I tell you what.”
I chuckled and undid the latch to the gate, stepping through. “In more ways than one,” I quipped.
The man gave a booming laugh. The sound, even louder from the dampening of the snow that fell the previous night, was somewhat startling. It wasn’t that funny. “Ha! Good one, man!” He gave me a hearty pat on the back. I looked around to see if any of the neighbors were observing this peculiar scene. The street was deserted.
Feeling a little awkward, I trudged through the snowy side yard with the tall guy next to me. He was humming to himself. I half-expected him to ask me what I thought about the weather. I slowed my walk, realizing I had forgotten the instructions to get in. There were two doors on the side of the house.
“Here, let me,” said the man, scooching by me. He opened the door on the right which led into a laundry room. He held the door open for me, smirking somewhat.
“Thanks,” I said, unable to contain my own smile.
We both kicked off our snowy boots and entered a hallway, which led to the living room. As we walked through, I couldn’t help noticing the decorations on the wall. A lot of Live, Laugh, Love style art. Christmas decorations seemingly continued throughout the house, not just this entry. And of course, the ornate Christmas tree in the corner. There were also family pictures hanging up on the wall. A family with two children, around 8 and 10, a cute but slightly chubby and short wife with blonde hair, and a husband. He was also short and though he was less chubby than his wife, he certainly gained a few pounds around the belly. His hair was thinning, and based on the house and the pictures, I imagined he worked as a data analyst or some other boring consultant job. It looked like a happy middle-class family.
It took me longer than I cared to admit that there was a naked man on the couch, blindfolded, his ass pointed up scandalously in the air.
“There he is!” exclaimed the man I was with as he strode forward. He came up to what was evidently the husband in the photos and the Str8 Bottom I had messaged earlier and smacked his round ass, which jiggled seductively and made the bottom yelp. The man whistled appreciatively in response as he firmly gripped the bottom’s ass with both hands and began massaging it. “Always better in person.”
I had to admit the man was right. The bottom was positioned so that his ass perched on the couch’s arm rest, his ass hanging over slightly. I walked up next to him to observe the bottom’s fuckhole. His ass cheeks had a perfect layer of fur on them which traveled to just the ring his pink hole. It looked moist and warm and certainly inviting. It winked a little as the man continued feeling his ass. I reached a hand out too and felt the softness of this bottom’s fat ass. His back was slightly hairy and from the position he was in, I could see how some of the fat on his torso folded. This was your average married man who had a juicy, delectable man pussy, and he understood that it was meant to serve cocks. The initial shock of the winter chill and strange encounter earlier passed. I was hard again and ready to drop my seed.
“Mmmf, is that you Nick?” said the bottom finally, moaning a little at the attention to his butt. “And you brought a friend?”
“Shit, am I that obvious?” said the man named Nick, laughing a little. “No friend. Not yet anyway. Just came at the same time.”
Nick looked over to me and gave another smile. I smiled back. So, these two knew each other. So much for being anonymous. But what did I care? I’m only in town visiting. I wasn’t going to see this bottom, or Nick for that matter, ever again. And besides, I was horny as fuck. Any of the inhibitions that might have been still floating around in me were soon to be discarded. I watched as Nick’s hands moved the bottom’s ass some more, occasionally obscuring and revealing the pink entrance. On the coffee table next to the couch sat a bottle of lube and poppers. I looked at Nick again who was clearly becoming dazed by the wobbly ass.
“You mind if I…?” I said motioning to the ass before us.
“Not at all man,” he said, still smiling. He stopped his massage and stepped back to watch.
I crouched down to be at eye level with this delicious asshole. I leaned in so that my nose was centimeters away. I inhaled deeply, smelling this hole. It was the perfect balance of clean and musk that only men can produce. He clearly was prepared for some deep fucking, but he probably hadn’t showered since last night, letting the morning’s sweat accumulate. I growled hungrily. I wanted it so badly. And then I stuck my nose directly into the winking pink hole, continuing my sniffing. I used both hands to massage his ass while I tried to fuck him with my nose. The bottom responded in kind, pushing his back onto my face and giving a soft moan. I then leaned back to catch my breath. Instead of resuming my nose fucking, I plunged my mouth into those fat ass cheeks and began rimming him thoroughly.
“Oh, ho-ho, we’ve got an eater!” teased Nick as I heard and felt him smack the bottom’s ass playfully. “Fuck yeah get in there, man.”
The bottom’s hole tasted better than it smelled. I made out with it, kissing and spitting on it, chewing at the inside of his cheeks, punching my tongue in and out. I was obsessed. He even squeezed on my tongue whenever I got in deep. I’m an expert eater, and this was the best man cunt I had ever tasted.
I heard Nick walk away from me and toward the front of the couch. “You want to do some eating too, Alan?” he said. So, we’ve got two names now.
“Fuck yeah I do,” Alan responded.
Though I couldn’t see, because I had a man’s ass enveloping my entire face, I could feel Nick’s body getting on the couch. And I could hear the sloppy sounds of a drooling mouth servicing a cock. Nick moaned and encouraged Alan to suck his dick while I continued rimming Alan.
“Where’s the–nggh–fam today?” Nick asked, grunting.
I heard a loud, wet pop and a gasp for air as Alan took out Nick’s cock to respond. He was panting. “Linda’s…working…kids…last day of…school.”
“Mmm, nice. Sneaking in some fucking before the holidays, huh? Always such a good faggot slut.” I could tell that Nick was smiling as he said all this. Having known him now for a solid 5 minutes, I could assume that he was generally a positive and fun guy. I heard Alan resume his sucking.
“Yeah, I’m lucky I checked the app,” Nick went on. Jesus, this guy loves hearing himself talk. If I wasn’t face deep in ass, I would’ve rolled my eyes. “Just–mmfuck yeah–got out of the gym. Almost went straight home. That’s right, work those balls. But Stacy’s at work too, so I thought I’d check. Ngghh fuck man, you’re hungry.”
So now there was three married men all embracing in carnal pleasure with each other. Interesting. This Nick guy may be a bit chatty, but he seemed to be tapped into my own specific kink.
“And whaddya know? My favorite fucking hole begging for cock. I’m glad you got to taste mine when it’s extra sweaty.”
Alan moaned at that, his sounds muffled by the cock pulverizing his throat. His hole flexed around my tongue, making me moan too. For what felt like a lifetime, but was probably just another minute, I continued worshipping Alan’s ass. Until, that is, I felt a hand on the back of my head massaging me and ruffling my hair.
“Man, you love eating ass, huh?” the voice behind me said. It took me a second to realize it was Nick and not some new anonymous guy, to realize he had evidently got up from the couch and came back to me.
“Yeah, I love eating ass too. Especially man cunt. It’s the fucking best. Pussy never really compares unfortunately.”
I wanted to tell Nick to shut the fuck up and let me enjoy my meal in peace, but I didn’t want to leave that precious hole to speak the words. I wanted to spend the rest of the trip right there, my face in a fat sweaty ass.
“How’s that married shithole taste?” Nick said. Alan groaned and shoved his ass back into my face more. This got my attention. Nick was way too yappy for a pump and dump session, and I was getting really annoyed listening to him. But this was something different. I love some good degrading talk, and apparently so did Alan who responded like a bitch in heat by grinding into my face. I was going to respond that it’s the best man cunt I’ve ever had. But as I released my mouth from Alan’s hole and turned my head in the direction of Nick, I found myself face to face with a fat, throbbing, shiny cock.
Nick’s cock had to be about 10 inches. The head of it pointed directly at my face, more specifically my mouth. I could tell the shaft was shiny from all the spit he forced Alan to drool on him. His piss slit pumped out globs of pre-cum, which now made for a long dangling strand headed straight for the floor. He had a furry bush, but nothing too crazy. And his balls. Holy shit, his balls were fat and only slightly fuzzy. They moved like heavy weights from even just the slightest adjustment. This was the prettiest fuckstick I had ever seen. My lips were less than an inch from the leaking head. I could feel the warmth of his groin, smell the musk that he was bragging about before. I licked my lips and looked up at Nick, past his donkey dick and thick, but firm, fuzzy stomach, to his shit-eating grin.
I had nearly forgotten the question. The span of time it took for me to unlatch from Alan’s cunt and process the giant cock in front of me felt like days. I realized I had come here to fuck a married bottom’s ass, and I also realized I was squatting before some hung stud like a slutty pornstar. I’m not really a cocksucker, but something was compelling me. Maybe it was the cock, maybe it was Nick’s nonchalance and openness to being a nasty fuckpig like all married men should be. Either way, my mouth was watering when I answered, “Married cunt always tastes good.”
Nick smiled even more broadly, his cock bouncing as if nodding in agreement. Alan gave a slight whimper at my compliment.
“Mind if I…?” Nick asked.
I nearly opened my mouth. For a moment I thought he was asking to face fuck me. And I think I was going to let him. But then I remembered why I was here. And why he surely was here too. I turned back to look at Alan’s puckering hole and then back to Nick. I stood up and stepped back to allow him space.
“Not at all,” I echoed.
Nick stepped behind Alan and lined up his cock. He had the bottle of lube from the coffee table in his hand already and squirted some onto the length of his dick, stroking it a little. I stood right next to him watching as his fat cockhead poked at Alan’s wet pink hole. Watched as it sank, millimeter by millimeter, until the head was in. Alan gave a grunt and moaned into his couch cushion. Nick gave a soft chuckle.
Alan was starting to thrust back onto Nick’s cock. He clearly wanted more, but Nick had different ideas. With a deep grunt, Nick slammed the entire length of his dick into Alan’s fuckhole.
“Oh fuckkk, Jeeeeesus!” Alan yelped. His whole body spasmed, long, wailing groans escaping him. His ass gyrated uncontrollably. And I could see that he was pissing himself, his floppy dick spraying onto the towels underneath him. Alan calmed himself but was still panting. “Fuck, Nick, seriously?”
There was an awkward pause. Then, they both started laughing.
“Come onnnn, buddy, you can handle it right?” Nick asked, teasingly.
“Yeah, maybe when you’re not the first cock I take for the day, dumbass,” Alan shot back in fake outrage.
“Ah well, you have a point there. I’ll give you a sec to catch up then.”
Nick looked over to me. I probably looked like an idiot watching these two fool around with each other. I felt like I was invading on something private. They acted like horny teens. And they were made for each other. Thick, hairy, hungry hole and fat, throbbing, monster cock. And the way he just slammed into him. It was so powerful. Nick didn’t give a shit about Alan’s hole. He just wanted what he wanted. And yet, here he was, giving Alan a moment to get used to his dick. But judging by the way Alan could take a cock like that in one thrust without passing out, I was pretty sure that Alan’s manpussy was destroyed long before today.
“Wanna get a little more comfy?” Nick asked me, looking me up and down. I closed my gaping mouth, still processing the scene.
“Oh…uh, yeah,” I said. Nick laughed, but I silently took off my shirt and slid off my pants, my 7-inch cock bouncing free. Long strands of my own pre-cum pulsed out.
Nick smirked and said, “Fuck yeah” as he continued checking me out. I only had eyes for Alan’s ass and Nick’s cock though as I started stroking my own dick.
Nick seemed to notice what I was looking at and decided to slide his cock slowly out of Alan’s cunt. When it was about three quarters of the way out, Nick pulled away even faster until it was all the way out. Alan’s hole gaped and flexed and farted loudly at the sudden exit.
“Fuck yeah, good boy,” Nick said as he smacked his ass. Alan yelped again. Nick plunged back into Alan’s hole and began fucking him thoroughly.
It was a sight to behold. I had to remind myself that I was going to fuck next and not blow my load jerking off to this full-on porno. Nick wasn’t fat by any means, but he was beefy. His thighs were powerful, and his ass was thick and firm like mine. They both flexed with each powerful thrust. He kept slamming into Alan’s hole. Nearly the entire length of Nick’s cock slid out before he shoved it back in. This gave me ample opportunity to admire the shiny juices coating his dick. Alan’s ass rippled as he was met with Nick’s thighs. And Nick’s balls were slapping against his fuzzy taint. Alan’s hole was nice and loose from only just a couple minutes of fucking. Every other thrust was met with a loud, wet fart. Combined with Alan’s groaning, it was practically a symphony of pig bottom encouragement. Nick was spewing a string of his own encouragement as he worked up his load.
“Take this dick…stupid fucking hole…nasty fucking…dumb…shithole…fag…fucksleeve…God, this pussy is the best. Fuck!”
I had to stop stroking my cock. I let it bounce and pulse out strand after strand of needy pre-cum. Nick’s fucktalk was getting me too riled up. Luckily, he seemed to be working himself to climax too. It didn’t take long for his thrusts to become shorter, more erratic, desperate to unload and flood those walls that gripped his cock so lovingly. The talking was replaced with grunts, both Nick and Alan timing their pleasurable sounds with the meeting of their bodies. Slapping and queefing and heavy breathing. If I looked closely, I could see the sweat forming on Nick’s forehead drip onto Alan’s fuzzy ass, mixing with his own perspiration.
I was in awe.
Nick didn’t announce his orgasm, but it was obvious. He gave a long, deep groan and plunged as deep as he could into Alan’s ass. He made several small pumps, then slowly slid out his long, thick shaft until only the head was submerged. He turned his head to the side to look at me, his face lost in lust and mouth agape, almost as if he was inviting me to admire his expert breeding. I did. His fat cock shaft was shining with globs of cum. I could see it pulsing violently, as if it was still shooting thick heavy ropes into the fucker. After he was satisfied that I had gotten a good look, he made another forceful thrust deep into Alan who responded with such a lustful moan, I nearly came hands free.
Nick fucked Alan some more. I thought he was going for round two, but he clearly just wanted to feel his pig bottom a little longer. I couldn’t blame him. Normally if a top went before me and was taking up this much time, I’d start to get annoyed. But this was purely pornographic. I almost didn’t want it to end. And the way he treated Alan—a combination of tenderness, teasing friendship, and downright depraved degradation—gave me a feeling I had never truly had before. Perhaps it was my pent-up lust and my need to cum, or maybe it was the sheer size of Nick’s cock and the way he handled it, but I had the distinct desire to bend over right next to Alan and offer up my ass too. I wanted this married stud to leave me a leaking, gaping mess. This thought gave me chills. My cock bounced again, and I subconsciously rubbed one of my fat ass cheeks.
“You good?” a voice drifted to me through the haze.
“Wha...?” I said, snapping out of it. Nick’s cock was out of Alan. It rested on one of his fat, fuzzy globes, a small pool of cum tangling in his hair. The massive thing wasn’t as hard anymore, but it was clearly still bigger than me. Alan’s cunt was oozing what looked like gallons of cum onto the towel underneath him as he flexed his hole pointlessly, trying to keep the load inside. I gulped. “Oh yeah.”
Nick gave a barking laugh and smacked Alan’s other ass cheek, who responded with a sexy moan and made his ass jiggle invitingly. “All yours, pal.”
If I wasn’t already so close to Alan’s cunt, I would’ve stumbled in my rush to get to it. I positioned myself behind him, pointing my cockhead at his entrance, and grabbed both of Alan’s hairy ass cheeks for stability. My fingers brushed against Nick’s glistening cock, which was still resting on top of Alan's butt. I heard a low growl rumbling in Nick’s throat.
More cum was being pushed out of Alan’s hole involuntarily. God, what a wrecked mancunt. I licked my lips and plunged the full length of my 7 inches into that sloppy hole.
Despite following a cock that was 3-plus inches bigger than me, Alan’s walls were surprisingly tight. The warmth of his insides and the lube of Nick’s cum provided the best hole I had ever had the pleasure of fucking. Better than any other married bottom, girlfriend, or indeed wife. My whole body shuddered, and it took me several seconds that I wasn’t even really fucking Alan. I was just grinding against him, grunting and panting.
“Holy…fuck…this ass,” I let out in gasps.
Nick put his hand on my shoulder and started messaging me. “Pretty good, huh? Best cunt in town, I think.” We looked at each other. Nick’s hands were big and strong. He pressed firmly into the top of my shoulder, moving to my Trap, alternating between firm and soft. “Go on, fuck this bitch.”
I didn’t need telling twice. I started to really rut this pig. Pumping in and out while Alan moaned unabashedly and Nick encouraged me. The squelching sounds of Alan’s used, cummy fuckhole would’ve been fuel enough to keep going, but this only added to the pleasure. Nick continued rubbing my shoulder until eventually he was moving down my back. His own cock was still on Alan’s ass, but now it was hard again and bounced scandalously with each powerful thrust I gave the bottom. I had to slow down several times so as not to cum too early.
I felt Nick’s beefy hand cup my ass and grip it aggressively. I turned my head to look at his face. I nearly pushed his hand off me. It’s one thing to fantasize about being dicked down. It’s another thing to do it, and I didn’t want Nick to get the wrong idea. I was here for topping only.
But I didn’t move his hand. Instead, I did the opposite. I moaned and pulled my dick all the way out pushing my ass further into Nick’s hands. Alan’s hole farted again, protesting my removal. Nick smiled and released his hand from my ass. I almost whimpered at that, but was quickly met with a hard, stinging smack to my ass cheek. I groaned, my mouth agape and nearly drooling. Nick’s mouth was slightly open too, his eyes never leaving mine.
And then our mouths collided into each other. His lips were full and moist, and his tongue invaded my mouth, pressing against my own tongue. We swapped spit, tried to force our lips harder against each other. I breathed in deep, taking in the faint scent of his post-gym musk. Nick moaned into my mouth, his hands traveled all over my body, eventually ending back at my ass.
Nick was ever-present it seems, even in this passionate embrace. His hand cupped my ass once again, but this time he guided me forward. I broke from our kiss and looked down and watched as my achingly hard cock, which pointed directly at Alan’s abused hole, was slowly but deliberately reintroduced to that warm home. The wet squelch that the mix of cum, spit, and sweat made was like a sigh of relief, welcoming back its lover. I let out a gasp as the sensation ran through my entire body. Alan groaned, impaling himself on me.
Nick cupped my chin and turned my head toward him. We resumed our kissing, this time even sloppier and more unhinged as I began to pump my cock in and out of Alan with abandon. I opened my mouth more to breathe; Nick responded by tongue-fucking it. I was close now, just a few more thrusts and I would be over the edge. Nick’s hand traveled back down to my ass, felt my slightly hairy globes. He squeezed one cheek, then the other. His hands spread my ass, and his thick beefy finger rubbed the length of my crack. I made sure each thrust pushed firmly back into Nick’s hand, encouraging me. I don’t know what I was doing. The sensation of Nick teasing my sweaty, hairy hole combined with my cock aggressively rutting another sweaty hole was making me dizzy. I was vaguely aware that Nick had half of his finger in my ass by the time I felt my orgasm building past the point of no return.
I unlatched from Nick’s mouth. I could tell how swollen my lips were as I moaned, “Oh fuuuuuck.” Pump. Pump. Pump. I gave Alan’s hole deep, deliberate strokes. Nick’s finger sunk deeper in me. Alan was wailing a constant moan now. Then it hit. That surge. That rush of an incoming tidal wave. I could practically picture my balls letting the dam open, the rush of hot, thick, creamy cum coursing through my shaft, and rope after rope firing deep into the perfect cumdump pig.
I continued a stream of gasps, almost in shock. I thought I wouldn’t stop cumming. My load was unending. I slowed my strokes until I was completely still. I trembled, grinding my cock deep into Alan’s hole. He ground back.
“Jesusfuck,” I blurted out. I smacked Alan’s ass.
“Fuck yeah,” Alan responded. His blindfold was still on. I chuckled at that. “Y’all wanna stay for round two? Got a couple guys swinging by before I need to clean up.” I was still inside the fucker, and he was asking for more.
“Shiiiit, buddy, that’s tempting,” Nick said. He had slid his finger out of my ass and was stroking his fat cock lazily, balls gently bouncing with each pump. “But I told Mary I’d pick up some groceries for her, so I need to hop to it.”
“Yeah,” I added. “I should probably head home too.” My softening dick was still lodged inside Alan.
“No worries,” Alan said easily. “But you better feed me those loads you guys dumped in me before you leave.”
I smiled at that. What a nasty fucking whore. My cock slid out easily as I immediately squatted down to eye-level with Alan’s cunt. His once pink hole was blushing red and puffy, the hair of his inner cheeks matted with all that cum and sweat. Delicious.
“Push that shit out,” I told him. I saw Alan’s hole flex, distantly heard him grunt from the effort.
“Push, push, push,” Nick was encouraging. “Push those fucking loads out. Theeeere you go. Fuckkkk yeah! Look at that...”
It came easily and in torrents. My load. Nick’s load. They practically squirted out into my mouth. I had my tongue out like I was a pornstar waiting for the money shot. Alan did not disappoint. The force of his loose hole pushing out the loads that were so deep in him made the most beautifully disgusting sound as waves of cum shot into my mouth and splashed around my beard. Alan was moaning like a true slut. I imagine pushing out all that cum felt amazing. I had to resist the urge to swallow it all. Once I had a mouthful I stood up, but not before giving that hole one final kiss.
With the loads sloshing around in my mouth, I walked to the other end of the couch. Alan had slid the blindfold up and over his head. Nick moved next to me. Alan looked me up and down, admiring the body of the top that just fucked him deep and felched out his own load.
“Figured you didn’t care about the anon thing anymore,” he said smiling. He was right. Nick basically ended that when he started using names. Alan thought we knew each other at first. I would have tried to smile back with my mouth full, but instead, I leaned down and pressed my mouth to Alan’s and let that flood of cum rush into his. Alan moaned as I fed him our loads. Our lips pressed together as we briefly kissed. He moaned into my mouth, fully immersed in the bliss of being fed loads that were just in his ass. He probably didn’t get this intimate with other anon tops. It was a nice Christmas present for both of us. Alan swallowed with a satisfied groan. Before I stood up, I spit in Alan’s face, a loud and aggressive sound. He flinched but quickly used his tongue and hands to scoop as much of my cum-mixed saliva as he could off his face and into his mouth.
Nick stepped a little closer as I stood up. His cock throbbed lazily, growing softer by the minute, yet it was somehow still bigger than my own when fully hard. It glistened from all the juices we were reveling in. Alan opened his mouth again and received the half-hard delicacy the married stud was offering him and cleaned it off, savoring it just as much as he savored the cum I fed him. Nick turned his head to look at me. He ignored Alan hungrily worshiping his cock. He was a true whore after all, only worth paying attention to before one got their nut off. This implication, this understanding, was conveyed in Nick’s expression. And I’m sure it showed in mine. He and I were on the same page. I hadn’t told him, but he knew I had another life. He knew I appreciated the pleasure only other men could provide, and I was not ashamed. Knew I enjoyed keeping things separate, a cherished secret. Nick’s lips pressed into mine, and our kiss sealed this bond. Two married men consummating a passion pursued.
As much as I wanted to stay and watch more cocks use Alan, I knew I had to get going. I broke our three-way embrace and went for my clothes. Nick started doing the same. Alan was quick to get on his phone, surely securing a few more tops before he needed to hide all the evidence. I vaguely wondered how he would disguise the scent of sweaty man sex from his family in just a few hours. That was his problem I guess, and this didn’t seem like his first rodeo.
Nick and I left the house at the same time, both of us giving Alan’s fat, soft ass a smack in farewell. We stepped out into the chilly afternoon air and toward the gate. I realized how flushed my face was as the wind fought me in gusts. Nick and I walked through the gate and paused.
“Happy holidays,” Nick said. Was his tone solemn? Or was this the casual way you said it to a stranger you only just met? I couldn’t tell.
“Thanks,” I replied. “You too.”
We turned heel and walked down the street in opposite directions. I got in my car, bracing the even colder temperature in it, but was surprised that it was still a little warm. I marveled at the realization I had only spent twenty minutes in that house. It felt like hours, perhaps days. I turned the key, and the car rumbled to life.
I still did some Christmas shopping. Not because I didn’t want to seem suspicious, but because I hadn’t got my parents anything yet. Madison and I did our exchanges before I traveled. No sense in flying with shit only to have to fly it back. I grabbed a couple items from the grocery store that were needed for the big dinner too. In total, my little horny escape lasted an hour and a half.
I pulled into the driveway of my childhood house and began unloading my haul. It was starting to snow. On the third trip back to the car, I heard kids shouting playfully. A truck sat in the driveway. A little girl was running around the front yard and yelling nonsense. Another child, her brother I assumed, was chasing her. I chuckled as I grabbed the bags.
“Daddy! Daddy!” the little girl squealed. “Monty is going to kiiiillllll me!”
“Call the cops!” a booming voice called out jokingly. “That’s my daughter you’re chasing, sir!”
Both the kids laughed as the figure of a man stepped out of the front door and walked onto the grass. He started chasing both of the kids who shrieked excitedly and ran around even faster. I stopped my unloading of the car to watch.
Nick had changed his clothes from when I last saw him. He was in sweats still, but they weren’t the ones he wore to the gym and to fuck Alan. He chased his children around in circles, deliberately tripping so as not to catch up to them. Eventually he stopped, panting a little. The kids recognized their chance to escape and ran into the house giggling. Nick watched them go inside. He looked around the yard, perhaps taking in the glittering snowfall. His eyes continued scanning the scenery until they fell on me. A few seconds passed as he processed what he was seeing. Nick tilted his head to the side slightly. I nearly ran inside, hoping to escape myself, but I was rooted to the spot. Then, Nick’s knowing half-smirk broke across his face. He waved his arm high and enthusiastically.
“Hi there!” he shouted.
Despite my shock, I returned a smile of my own. I’m sure I had what was likely the most stupefied expression on my face, a mix of shock, anxiety, and a dawning realization of exciting possibilities. I raised my hand slightly to wave back, too disbelieving to say anything.
To be continued…
