Readers: This is the penultimate chapter! I didn't want this to take too long, and I've got ideas for other stories that I want to explore. Plus, I've got another story to finish still!! Thanks so much for reading. I hope you enjoy~
The next day I woke up extra early to wash my bed sheets. Even though my parents kindly prepped the bed for mine and Mad’s stay, I summarily ruined it the night before with sweaty, cummy gay sex. And it was best not to risk my wife feeling a dried white stain on her pillow and start asking questions.
My ass was also pretty sore. I heavily implied to Nick that I was game for anything the night before, what with being drunk on cock and secretive lust. But I was slightly anxious about getting rammed by a nearly foot-long dick again so soon.
With the laundry running, I took a long hot shower. I slowly massaged my hole, feeling it gently swallow my finger. It was a slightly stinging pain met with a satisfying soreness, like I’d gone extra hard at the gym. That, along with the muscle-relaxing warmth of the shower, made my own dick throb a little. Fuck, I thought to myself. I need dick.
No matter how sore I was feeling, I knew that if presented with it right now, I’d be riding Nick’s cock like a pornstar. That thought made me finger my hole some more. I sighed contentedly, gripping my thick ass and really savoring the feeling of being another man’s slut. It was a new feeling, really. I usually was the one doing the dicking down. Bottoms would thrash underneath me as I introduced them to the wonders of my married dick. I could fuck for hours, unload gallons of cum round after round. I was an insatiable, mancunt hungry fiend.
But now, with Nick, I’m ten times more insatiable. And I want to be the bottom whore getting absolutely wrecked while a powerfully built, hung daddy turns my hole into a sloppy pussy. I’m by no means a sub, and definitely not feminine. But I totally get the sissy slut thing now. Getting worked over by a stronger, more virile man than you is intoxicating. I guess I had never encountered a top who truly outranked me before.
I got out of the shower and dried off, lazily pumping my cock. It felt good to have it half-hard. I came back to the bedroom and checked my phone. Mad had sent a text, likely a good morning message. And there was a text from Nick that was 5 minutes old. I opened that one first.
Want some coffee? I can bring it over.
My cock jumped, my asshole flexing excitedly.
Yes please. I’ll meet you out back.
Foregoing underwear, I slipped on sweatpants, a hood, and some thick woolen socks. I stepped into the living room. And said good morning to my parents.
“Morning, sleepy head!” My mom greeted me from the kitchen. She was poring over coupons at the kitchen island. “What’s in the laundry?”
“Morning, Mom. I spilled some wine last night on the sheets, sorry about that.”
“Oh, so that’s why you’re up so late,” my dad chimed in from behind his newspaper with faux disapproval. “Holiday hangover!” He laughed at his own joke and actually slapped his knee.
“It’s seven in the morning,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Sun up, ain’t it?” my dad retorted.
“You guys are crazy,” I said back.
“Want some coffee, sweetie?” my mom asked. “Just brewed a batch.”
“Uhh, no thanks,” I said. “The neighbor…Rick, is it?” I try to pass it off as though I had only met the guy, which was true, but we had a very deep introduction.
“Nick! He’s a sweet boy,” my mom says smiling.
“Ah, yeah, Nick. I met him yesterday. He’s coming over with coffee. We’re gonna hang out back.” As I say it, I realize how flimsy of a story this is. 7 am coffee with the neighbor you just met? Who the hell does that? My mom seemed to think so too.
“Oh really?” she said, cocking her head to the side in thought. “That’s awful nice, but it’s freezing outside. Why doesn’t he just come inside?”
He already did, I thought to myself, trying not to smile. And if I’m lucky, he will again. “I’ll just turn on the fire pit, Mom. No worries.”
“Oh, okay…” she said. I couldn’t tell if she was disappointed, suspicious, or simply accepting the refusal. It was unusual, sure, but unless you had the capacity to think of your son as a cheating whore for other men, you probably wouldn’t suspect much. And my mom was too much of an angel to suspect that.
I slid the back door open and immediately cursed. “Fuck.” Mom was right. It’s cold as hell out here. I hurried over to the side fence and opened the gate. Nick was waiting with a large thermos and two mugs.
“Morning,” he said with a grin. He didn’t seem to be bothered by the cold at all, though his cheeks flushed slightly.
“Hey,” I said. Whether from the cold or the sight of Nick in similarly fashioned sweats, I couldn’t tell, but my breath caught in my throat. Nick was tall and broad shouldered. I immediately lowered my eyes to his crotch. I could see the imprint of his overly sized dick, but it clearly wasn’t hard. Yet.
Nick was watching the path of my eyes. He grunted out a short chuckle. “Got a place to sit?”
I shook my head and looked back up at him. He was giving me a devious smirk. “Yeah, definitely.” I stepped past him to close the gate. I got a whiff of his scent and was immediately brought back to last night on my back as he thrusted in and out of me.
“Preferably…out of sight?” Nick added.
I began leading Nick through the backyard, past the pool. “Yeah, there’s a fire pit. It’s a little hidden, but if anyone comes over, they’ll spot us pretty quick.”
“Exciting,” Nick said. I look back at him. He could probably see the nervous expression on my face. I did not want to get caught with a fat dick shoved up my ass by my parents. It would ruin my marriage and probably give them simultaneous fatal heart attacks. “But we probably shouldn’t get too crazy.”
I nod, relieved he wasn’t going to push things because I would absolutely go along. That realization made me nervous too. What if Nick insisted? Where would I draw the line? What reckless behavior would my cock-hungry ass and cum-filled balls urge me to do?
“Your folks are nice,” Nick said. I looked behind me again to see him waving to our left. We were passing the glass back door. I looked into the house to see my mom waving back enthusiastically. “I haven’t talked to them much since we moved in, but it’s always been pleasant.”
“Yeah, they’re great, really,” I said. “A bit overbearing, but in a sweet way.” Nick chuckles and we turn the corner that leads into a side driveway.
The side gate led to an extended driveway, which ended with my dad’s shop that he used to rebuild classic cars in. Though now it’s mostly his tinker shop, where he goes to listen to talk radio, drink beers, and probably jerk off told porn magazines. The driveway has a garden bed tucked in to soak up all the South sun. Right now, it’s empty. Next to it is a large, round, electric fire pit and half a dozen chairs. Luckily it hadn’t snowed the night before and the cushions were dry. I turn on the fire pit and immediately it roars to life, emanating a strong heat. Nick plopped onto one of the chairs with a sigh.
“So,” Nick said. “How’d you sleep?”
“Like a fucking baby,” I responded sitting down too.
Nick laughs. He sets out both mugs in front of us and pours us steaming coffee from the thermos. “Yeah, well your ass was a real nice sedative.”
“Wife didn’t notice, then?” I asked, cautiously broaching the subject. Nick mentioned his personal life casually before, but I wasn’t sure if he was in the mood to talk about them. Luckily, I didn’t need to worry about that.
“Nah,” he said breezily, waving away the question. He took a sip of his coffee and moaned into his mug. I drank from it too. The coffee was bright and citrusy. “She got home after me. Kids were still knocked out when I got back. Your wife say anything about that phone call?”
My heart skipped a beat as I remembered I hadn’t checked Mad’s text. I hurriedly fished my phone out of my pocket and opened her message. Relieved, I read her text: “Good morning! Can’t wait to see you 😘.” I smiled at my phone and texted back, “Counting down the hours! Text me when you’re boarding. Love you!”
I looked back up at Nick who was watching me curiously. “Nope,” I said. “But that reminds me. We should probably lay some ground rules.”
“Good idea,” Nick agreed.
“Usually I don’t save numbers, but if we text, it should be pretty inconspicuous,” I tell him.
“Totally,” Nick said fervently. “Probably wouldn’t be a good idea to text you ‘Come get your hole bred, faggot’ would it?” Nick and I laughed.
“No, it wouldn’t,” I said, still chuckling. “But feel free to say that to me when we are fucking.
“Deal,” Nick said, nodding. “What else?”
“Well, our story is that I just met you yesterday–”
“Which is true,” Nick interjected.
“Yes,” I said admittedly. “But the how we met is not. You were outside when I came home and we hit it off with some stupid subject. I don’t know–”
“You like hoops?”
“What?” I said, taken aback by the abrupt question.
“Hoops,” Nick repeated. “Basketball? NBA? Giannis? LeBron? Earth to Mark!”
“Oh, yeah I love basketball, but–”
“Then that’s how we bonded. Hoops.”
Perhaps it was the cold or the early morning haze or whatever spell Nick’s aura had over me, but I felt dumb not realizing what he was talking about. I smiled at him. It was too easy. “Nice, okay.”
“And,” Nick continued. “We should probably not fuck in your bed again. Your wife coming today?”
I nodded.
“Yeah, so we should figure out better spots. And definitely don’t need to risk getting caught by doing anything too rash. How long you in town for?”
“I’m leaving on the third,” I said. I tried not to think about when I left. If I was honest with myself, being alone here with Nick was pretty enjoyable. I knew it had to end, but there was time to process that later. I took another drink of coffee.
“Hmmm,” Nick said thinking. He didn’t seem to be as disappointed as I was. “We’ll think of something. Oh, and I should mention, I don’t bottom.”
“That’s okay,” I said a little too quickly. I had no intentions of topping Nick. Nick seemed to sense my eagerness. He smirked slightly.
“And I can already tell this won’t be a problem, but”, Nick began. I had a feeling what he was going to ask, and I wanted to reassure him it wasn’t a problem.
“I don’t do the post-nut guilt shit,” I said. Nick laughed.
“Good. I hate pussies who go running and tell their wives. A little too late to ask now, but you’re clean?”
I laughed this time. “Yeah, a little too late. But I get checked after every hookup. Last one was almost 6 months ago. So, I’m good.”
Nick grunted. “Hmm, good shit. I’m a more frequent flyer than you, but I get checked every month.”
“Goddamn!” I say, teasing him. “That’s a lot of fucking.”
“Yeah, well,” Nick said, shrugging. “Lots of closet married bottoms in this town. Someone’s gotta’ feed ‘em.”
We looked at each other. Nick reached for his coffee and drank it. We let the cool air mingle with the electric fire. The sounds of the spitting flames and a distant chickadee filled the silence. The thought of Nick slinging dick around town entered my mind. I remembered Alan, how his hole gaped from Nick’s fucking. I wanted my hole to look like that. I was getting hard. I reached for my cock and felt it. Nick’s eyes never looked away.
“You’re hungry, huh?” he asked quietly. I nodded.
Nick turned his head around to survey the entrance to the main backyard. He turned back and saw me smiling, letting him know it was okay. “Welp,” he said, standing up and stretching as if he was about to head off. His sweatshirt lifted enough to reveal his thick, firm stomach coated in a little hair. But instead, he pushed his sweats down, revealing that throbbing, aching piece of meat I had seen less than twelve hours ago. “Here’s your breakfast.”
A hungry noise spilled from my throat as I immediately got up from my chair. I moved around the fire in front of Nick and squatted down. His cock pointed directly at my face, just inches away. I could see a pearly bead of precum coating his slit. I inhaled deeply and got a shot of manly musk, which made me grunt.
Nick placed a hand on my head, inviting me in. I grabbed both of his tree trunk thighs and placed my nose directly underneath his heavy ball sack. He wasn’t hairy, but he hadn’t shaved in several weeks. It was the perfect amount of fuzz for me. I began sniffing eagerly and groaned, getting high off his scent. This was true masculinity right here.
Nick didn’t say anything. He just massaged my head, encouraging me. I began kissing his balls gently, almost sensually. Slowly, I worked my way from his balls to his shaft. I moved up the length of his hard cock with each kiss. Nick’s hand stopped massaging me and became tense with anticipation.
Finally, I got to the head. It was thick and red, and it pulsed out precum, which dangled in a thick, clear strand in front of me. Nick was so fuckling virile. He could probably populate an entire village without ever losing an erection. The thought of submitting to and pleasing a man of this stature gave me chills.
I placed my mouth over the head of his cock and sucked the precum. Nick sighed with relief, his hand returning to the gentle massage. If I knew anything about this guy, I knew that hand would get more forceful later. He tasted both salty and sweet, always a good sign of a healthy man. Plenty of bottoms had complimented me on the taste of my cum. It encouraged me to stay fit and eat healthy. Clearly Nick had the same motivation.
Sucking the head of Nick’s cock helped me generate a good amount of saliva. I spat a wad of it on his shaft and used my lips to spread it around.
“Fuuuuck, yeah,” Nick moaned. “Show me what a good cocksucker you are, Mark.”
Happy to oblige, I returned to Nick’s cockhead and swallowed six of his 11 inches in one go. It hit the back of my throat, and I backed out to the tip, before diving back into the same spot.
Pretty quickly my mouth filled with spit. I made sure to spread it all over Nick's cock. I would get him to the back of my throat, pull out, sloppily spit on his cock, suck it back up, and coat his nuts in spit.
Soon I was sloppily worshipping this hung dad with abandon. My head was bobbing back and forth. The sounds of sloppy cock sucking were getting loud, and I even indulged in some of the gagging sounds my throat would make. Nick’s hand was tightening around my head, threatening to grip my hair like a handle. His moans and curses continued in a steady stream, though he was careful not to be too loud himself.
I pulled out from sucking him, and looked up at Nick past his cock, which I slapped onto my pouty lips repeatedly. They were starting to get sore, but in a satisfied kind of way. Nick’s mouth was slightly agape as he stared down at me, not saying a word. I stroked his cock a couple times, feeling how wet I made it.
Nick nearly yanked me back onto his cock. I barely had time to react or even smile at how forceful he was being. I opened my mouth, and this time I relaxed my throat and positioned my head so that as Nick was thrusting his hips forward and pulling my head in, I took inch after inch after inch. I bypassed the eight inches I had worked up to and was at the base, his nuts pressing against my chin and my nose buried in his furry pubes.
“Ooohh–haaaa,” Nick cooed. I could feel his stomach convulsing against my forehead as he surely was reacting to my throat, which I expertly contracted around his shaft. Surprised at my own abilities, I pulled off Nick. I let out an obscene burping/popping sound from my throat and gasped for air. After a couple breaths, I dove back in.
Nick began violently fucking my throat cunt. I was doing my best not to dry heave, although I suspected that Nick would be more turned on by making another masculine man do that. My face was covered in my spit and Nick’s precum. Though I could barely think, I did realize my hoodie was getting soaked in spit too, and I cursed myself for not taking it off beforehand. I also realized I hadn't touched my dick once since squatting down, but I was achingly hard. Apparently, I was completely satisfied doing this.
Nick put both hands on my head and held me in place, fucking my face like a fleshlight. I massaged his thighs and ass as he pummeled my throat.
“You’re gonna’ eat my load, got it?” Nick muttered. He was panting slightly but managed to keep his voice to nearly a whisper. A fat dad cock was lodged in my throat so I couldn’t really respond. I just squeezed one of his juicy ass cheeks instead.
“Haa—ahhh–ngghfuuuuckkk.” Nick was all moans and groans as he bred my throat. He gave one final pump into me before he held my head at the base of his cock. I could feel his nuts contract and pull up against my chin. Rope after rope shot down my throat. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t pull away from his grip. I was being drowned in this married man’s seed. I was in heaven.
After about 30 seconds, Nick’s cock seemed to stop throbbing, which was good for me because I was about to pass out. Perhaps he noticed my bright red face and furrowed brow because he finally let go of my hair. I pulled my head back immediately and gasped for breath, sputtering stupidly.
Nick chuckled. “Whoops, sorry about that. Haven’t had a throat handle my cock like that in a while.” He eyed me cautiously when I kept coughing. I sat in the chair next to us. “You good?”
I didn’t respond immediately. Eventually, I looked up at him, and then down at his cock, which was still hard, though it was beginning to soften. I gave a loud, satisfying belch. It tasted like cum. I looked back up at Nick and wiped my chin of saliva and cum. “Fuck yeah I am.”
Nick grinned and leaned down to kiss me hard. His tongue immediately penetrated my lips and began trying to taste his own load. I kissed him back and for a moment we embraced. I reached a hand out to tug at his still-wet cock. He grunted into my mouth.
We broke our kiss. Nick stood back and pulled his sweats up. He too sat back down in a chair and lifted his mug. He took a sip and moaned. “Still warm.” I guessed the fire kept it at a good temperature. I took my mug and did the same, washing down some of the cum in my throat. “So, when’s your wife getting in?”
“Not til’ late,” I said. I had to clear my throat. I could still feel the cum coating it, and I was a little sore from the rough abuse, despite my earlier affirmations. “Like 10.”
“Got time for the real deal then. Can you be cleaned out in a couple hours?” Nick asked me without a hint of shame.
“Already am,” I said proudly. He cocks an eyebrow at me.
“Good slut,” he said, chuckling softly and sipping his coffee. “But I’ve got to make Christmas Eve breakfast for the fam. It’s tradition.”
“No problem,” I said. I didn’t want to come off as the needy bottom, but I was itching for a load up my ass. It would probably be more fun to have a long session, but despite my soreness just an hour ago, I needed cock. I supposed I could handle waiting a few more hours. “Do your thing.”
Nick looked at me. His stare was so intense. I couldn’t decipher what he was thinking. I secretly hoped he was willing to change his mind and fuck me right now, postponing his breakfast. But that would mean risking his wife and kids waking up, wondering where he went off to. We laid down the rules for a reason. And plus, I got my meal already. It’s not fair if he can’t feed his family too.
“I’m really fucking glad I met you,” he said abruptly.
I looked at Nick. His tone was serious, though his expression was soft. He wasn’t displaying his usual impish grin or his hungry, lust-filled scowl.
“I–” What could I say? I was always a horny guy, and I loved fucking around with men. It just felt so natural to me. And sure, on occasions I got caught up and felt affectionate towards another guy. But it was usually when I was balls deep in his asshole. Afterwards, I was ready to forget he even existed. This was different. It felt really good to make Nick cum, to feel him take control. Dominate me. And he was just like me. A married man who loved his family but loved fucking other guys. It was too perfect. My cock throbbed. “Me too,” was all I could say.
Nick smiled, drained the rest of his coffee, and got out of his chair with an exaggerated groan. “Best be off,” he said. “Finished?”
I gulped down my own coffee, warming my stomach, and handed him the mug.
“Oh!” he said and quickly put down both mugs and the thermos. “Almost forgot…” He pulled out of his pants pocket a thick, black butt plug. “Put this in, I want you ready for me the moment I’m free.” He smirked.
Nick gathered his things. I turned off the fire pit and followed him. As he passed the backdoor, he waved again at my parents. He turned around and gave me a discrete wink.
After rushing past my parents in the living room so they wouldn’t see my ruined clothes and throbbing objects in my sweats, I quickly closed the bedroom door. I set the butt plug on the nightstand and rifled through my suitcase to find my handy bottle of lube. It was a little crazy to imagine that being the chronic masturbator I am I hadn’t even whipped out my travel lube yet.
Getting on the bed on all fours, I pulled down my sweats and began applying lube to my hole, both around the outer ring and using a finger to coat the inside walls. I reached for the nightstand, grabbed the plug, and added lube to its soft, silicone body.
Slowly, but surely, I began inserting the plug. I grimaced. It felt way bigger than it looked, and it already looked fucking thick. Halfway through inserting it into my ass, I stopped and allowed myself to catch a breath. Nick was right. I needed this. As much as I was lusting after the hottest cock I’d ever laid eyes on, I was foolish to think I could take that again without proper prep. Spurned by determination to prove to Nick what a good bottom slut I was for him, I sunk the rest of the plug in. I couldn’t see it, but I could imagine how sexy I looked with a flat, black disc between my thick, fuzzy ass cheeks. I groaned softly and my cock bounced involuntarily, squirting a thin jet of precum onto my sweats.
I felt so satisfied sitting in the living room with my plug. I was perpetually half-hard and leaking, though, so I had to do my best to make sure I didn’t look like I pissed myself in front of my parents.
I casually texted Mad. She was on a day shift to cover for a coworker. She seemed pretty annoyed by it all, but excited to be here soon. I was excited to see her again in vacation mode, and not grumpy work mode, but I had to admit that I wished I had some more time with Nick. Maybe it would be easier if it wasn’t around Christmas. Maybe it would be harder for Nick to get time off. Who knew? Maybe there will be more opportunities next time.
Next time…I didn’t want to think about it then, but the fact that a next time was possible, realistic even, made me a little giddy.
I was reading some gay short stories on the couch while my dad napped in the recliner as an old Western played on the TV. I didn’t want to spend the whole time waiting for Nick by jacking off. But I had nothing else to do. This was a great way to stay horned up while I waited. Mom was over at the neighbor’s gossiping. She usually had tea with a woman who she had spent her whole life with in the same neighborhood. They were best friends and would often go hours gabbing about nonsense. Even on Christmas Eve, I guess.
My hole flexed around Nick’s plug when a text from him flashed across my phone.
“Got a minute?”
“I’ve got plenty of time,” I texted back.
“Backyard?” Nick asked.
I gave him a thumbs up and went out back to wait for him once again. It was warmer than it was four hours ago, but I didn’t want to do this outside. I was feeling reckless.
Nick opened the gate in the same sweats. My hole flexed again. “Where we doing it?” he asked without preamble. He was grabbing his cock through his pants. Clearly, he was ready to go. “Stacy is getting some last-minute ingredients for dinner. Got time, but not much.”
“Follow me,” I tell him, eager to get going.
We passed the sliding back door. I checked to make sure my dad was still sleeping. He looked practically dead in his chair. I should probably check on him, I thought. Would be a shitshow if Dad died on Christmas Eve while I was getting buttfucked by the neighbor.
We passed the fire pit. Nick started to slow down, thinking we were stopping here. I waved my hand to signal he should keep following. Down the driveway was another side entrance to the main garage. We entered here and another door that conveniently led us into the kitchen, which was just behind the living room. I could see the back of dad’s chair across the room. I stopped for a second to listen. He was still snoring loudly. Guess I don’t have to worry about that. We moved quietly down the hall and into my bedroom.
I closed the door behind us and hastily shoved dirty clothes along the bottom crack of the door to try and muffle any sounds.
“Thought we weren’t doing it in your room anymore,” Nick said, but he was already stripping, lifting his sweatshirt and tank top over his head and tossing them aside.
I grabbed the towel I used to dry off this morning and put it on top of the bed covers. “I don’t give a shit.” I pulled down my pants, exposing my bare ass and got on the bed on all fours directly above the towel. I toyed with the plug, pushing it out of my hole slightly and letting it sink back in my asshole.
“Good boy,” Nick said grunting. He was enjoying my tease. He reached out and started massaging my ass cheeks with his big, strong hands. He grunted softly, sucking in air and surely the scent of my slightly sweaty ass, as he worshiped it with his hands. I continued flexing my hole, pushing the plug out a little, showing off the control my anal walls had.
Nick grabbed the base of the plug and started to slowly pull it out. The pressure mounted as the plug reached halfway, the fattest part just at the edge of my ring. He let go and the plug promptly sunk back in. I sighed at the sensation of being filled. He did the same thing probably five more times. He was practically fucking me with the plug until finally he pulled it all the way out. I heard the suctioning sound of the plug’s departure, and I could feel my cunt gape a little before it slowly returned to its usual size.
“God, I missed this ass,” Nick said with fervor. I heard the click of a bottle cap popping open. I looked behind me to see Nick applying a generous amount of lube to his long, thick shaft. Somehow, knowing it was about to slide inside my ass made me nervous. I got chills anticipating the feeling.
Nick pressed the tip of his warm cockhead against my entrance. I was doing my best to make it wink.
“Mmmm, hungry hole,” Nick growled. He shoved the head into my asshole. I moaned loudly. Quickly realizing my mistake, I grabbed a nearby pillow and bit down on it. “You know,” Nick went on as though he were talking about the weather. “I don’t meet too many tops that bottom. You seemed like a–mmm, fuck–total top at Alan’s. The way you ate that dad cunt and slang your dick. That was some–oooohh, there we go–impressive stuff. And now here you are. Taking my cock. To the Hilt. Like a. Fucking. Faggot. Bitch!”
Nick said all of this while pounding me, accentuating the last words with a thrust for each. After inserting the head, he quickly went to the base of his cock. Luckily the plug and lube made things easier. But I was seeing stars. He gave me no time to adjust to the massive meat pole inside of me. I was his fuckhole and nothing more. Whether it was because my head was buried into my pillow muffling my uncontrollable moaning or I was so dizzy from the dicking down, I could barely make out the words he was saying. I guess he was complimenting me, but all I could focus on now was my ass getting destroyed.
“Nasty fucking cunt likes to talk, huh?” Nick growled teasingly. “Yeah, take that shit, bitch. This noisy pussy is mine.” It’s hard to imagine any bottom taking this cock and not making noise. Nick was long dicking me and starting to open up my hole, introducing pockets of air. Each time he plunged back in, I would let out a noisy fart. It sounded more obscene because of the lube coating my walls. It turned me on even more knowing Nick was having verbal sex talk with my ass instead of me.
I vaguely wondered if the loud fucking would wake up my dad. He usually napped during the day and was a heavy sleeper. But Nick’s powerful thrusts were making my thick ass clap. And it didn’t help that I was moaning like a bitch into the pillow.
Surprisingly, Nick slowed down. Maybe he sensed how loud he was being too. He gave long, deliberate pumps of his cock into my ass. But they were slow, almost sensual. I lifted my head to look back at him. He was sweating, his mouth slightly agape. God, he was fucking hot. That shadow of a beard, his messy hair. His barrel chest and thick stomach that was clearly ripped underneath a thin layer of fat.
I winked at him and turned my head back around. I stretched my arms out, showing off my back muscles. I lifted my ass so he could get better leverage. I was totally comfortable with his enormous dick inside me now. It felt like nothing else, being so full, so stretched open, my body in the hands of another man. Nick reached down and felt up my powerful back, grunting in appreciation as he continued his slow strokes.
“Gonna’ get you pregnant,” was all Nick said as he pulled out fully one last time, slapping his cock against my gaping hole. I wiggled my ass at him playfully.
He plunged back into me in one thrust. I yelped, forgetting again about the pillow. “Load. This. Hole. Uu-uu-pp-pp,” I tried to say through Nick’s deep, powerful thrusts. He was fucking owning me.
My hole was so sloppy now. I desperately wished we had recorded it so I could see the damage, but I knew Nick was too far gone to go into director mode, and I didn’t want him to stop brutalizing me.
I was beginning to get dizzy again. Nick’s pumps were getting shorter, no longer pulling out to the tip before slamming back in me. Just half length, then back to the base. Half length, back to the base. His cock was so fat that it smashed my prostate over and over again.
“Fuck!” was what I yelped into my pillow as rope after rope of cum erupted from my body onto the towel below me. My hole immediately clenched around Nick’s shithole destroyer. My whole body turned into a blinding white light.
“Shitshitshitshit,” was Nick’s response. He thrusted a dozen times, each one getting shorter, more erratic, until his fat, hairy balls were pressed against my own and his body convulsed. “Ngghhfuuuuck!”
I didn’t need a camera to tell me his cum was pouring out of the edges of my well used asshole and dripping down my thighs, onto the sheets. I could feel how much he filled me. Nick stayed in that position, slowly catching his breath.
“Hell yeah,” he said.
“Mmmm,” was all I could say in response. I was still on all fours, but my legs were weak. I was ready to collapse. Nick gave my ass a hard, abrupt slap, which made me moan. He slowly pulled out of me, causing my hole to let out a loud, cummy fart. I could feel it splatter out of me. Fuck, that’s hot.
“Fuu-huuu-ck yeah,” Nick said proudly. “That’s so much cum, holy shit.” I felt his hand reach in between my ass cheeks. “You fucking drained me.”
I thought Nick was going to finger me, but his fingers rested just on the outside of my hole. I looked back to see his fingers rising to his mouth, a glob of his cum pooled in his hand. He drank it down hungrily.
“Nasty fucker,” I said, smirking.
“Damn right,” he said. He rummaged around the floor for his pants. He checked his phone. “Ah, shit.” A couple seconds later he put it to his ear, making a call. He threw himself onto the bed next to me. Nick laid on his back, while I turned on my side to look at his thick, muscular torso. I began rubbing his chest, abs. I kissed his nipple, sweaty pits, stomach, his deflating and cum coated cock–all while he talked on the phone.
“Hey, babe. Yup. Uh-huh. No, I don’t think so. I can check, but I used the last of it. Okay, one sec…Hmmm, nope. Don’t see it. Yes, I checked the fridge. Yes, I looked behind the milk…Uh-huh, I’m looking right now. Oh, yeah I can probably make the pie. What about cream pie? Oh, come on. I loooove cream pie. Ha-ha. Ok ok, sorry. Yeah apple pie is good. Let’s see…10 Cosmic Crisps and three Granny Smith, please…Oh! And whole nutmeg. Been meaning to get that. Okay. Okay. Thanks. See you soon. Love you.”
Nick put down the phone. He massaged my head as I continued kissing his body.
“Your hole is amazing,” he said. I looked up at him. He had that look on his face again. That serious tone, but soft expression. “I seriously think that’s the best thing my cock has ever been in.” He reached across my body and gripped the nearest fat ass cheek.
“Well, I’m glad you found a hole that knows how to handle a cock that good,” I said cockily.
“Amen,” he agreed.
“Hopefully we can do this again,” I said. I felt comfortable now revealing to Nick how badly I wanted him. This was all so new to me, being a bottom slut. It was hard to vocalize it, but I wanted him to at least know we should keep the fun going.
“Definitely, but…” Nick hesitated. I watched him intently. He was looking across the room at the door, thinking hard. “It’s gonna be hard over Christmas. Plus, your wife is coming. We’ll have to get creative.”
I thought hard too. Were we willing to push it even further? Nick suggested we shouldn’t fuck in my bed again. And less than 5 hours later here we were. What other rules were we going to break? I felt like a teenager again. Sneaking someone into my home, while my parents are none the wiser. Thinking stupidly, or not thinking at all, because I was horny. Only this time I had a wife to hide it from. And in high school I wasn’t getting my hole gaped open by some hunky dad. Although now I wish I had been doing that.
“Maybe our wives should meet,” I said.
“Yeah?” Nick asked suspiciously.
“Yeah…” I said, still mulling over the plan. “We are bonding after all. And it’s only fair our partners know about the people we have a special connection to. Just not what the connection is.”
“Hmmm, that’s true,” Nick said, considering.
“And,” I said, fully convinced this plan could work now. “This gives us a way to see each other.”
“A plan to see more of you?” Nick asked, smiling. “That’s my favorite kind.”
Laughing, excited by the prospect of more opportunities to fuck, Nick pulled me closer to his warm, hulking body. As I moved, I felt more cum leaking from my married cunt. He gripped my ass hard with the assurance of someone who’d never never let it go.
To be continued…
