twisted-talez: “Fuck,” he exclaimed looking down at his raging boner. I knew I had him,
twisted-talez: “Fuck,” he exclaimed looking down at his raging boner. I knew I had him, that he’d have no choice but to give me that big dick. After Mom and Dad divorced, my dad’s old college buddy Griff started coming down from San Jose to spend the weekends with us. Griff was a man’s man. Never married, his life revolved around football, beer, cigars, dirty jokes, and chasing pussy. Add in the fact that he had a hot body and a huge bulge, and it’s no mystery that I wanted Griff in the worst way. “Maybe you shouldn’t tell Griff that you’re gay,” my dad had warned me when I first came out to him. “Griff’s, well, a bit more old school about these things.” And my dad was right. Griff loved telling faggot jokes and always complained if some dude tried to glimpse his cock at a urinal. There was no denying he was a homophobe, but that wasn’t going to deter me. “You gettin’ a lot of pussy at UCLA?” Griff asked one weekend when we were hanging in the pool. That was the opening I needed. It was time to bait the trap. “Yeah, man,” I lied, “I’m getting loads of pussy. It’s fuckin’ crazy.”“That’s a boy,” Griff praised. “Tell me about them bitches. You know I love this shit.”“Okay … Well, there’s this one bitch in my dorm who loves my cock,” I began with a total line of bullshit. “All I gotta do is drop by her room and she’ll immediately spread her legs and give up her wet cunt to me.”“Jesus, that hot,” Griff replied, tugging at his junk through his swim trunks. “And there’s this other bitch in my bio lab,” I continued. “She’s got a boyfriend but loves to take my cock doggy-style when he’s in class. She said my dick is the biggest she’s ever had.”“Damn,” Griff exhaled. “Tell me more.”“There are also these two sorority bitches who sneak me into their sorority house late at night for a three way,” I fibbed. “The one will ride my cock while the other sits on my face while I eat her pussy, and then they switch.”“Christ almighty, that’s hot,” Griff exclaimed. His cock was rock hard by that point, straining against his wet swim trunks. The outline of his thick helmet head was so apparent, I could even make out his cum slit. It was time to make my move. “Damn, Griff. Looks like all this pussy talk has got you worked up,” I observed, pointing at his crotch. “Fuck,” he exclaimed looking down at his raging boner. “Wish I had me some of that pussy right now.”“You can have my pussy,” I offered, pulling off my swim trunks and bending over the edge of the pool, the waterline just below my eager hole. “Fuck, boy,” Griff uttered. “You take cock?” But before I could answer, he looked around and asked, “Where’s your dad?”“Dad’s gone to pick up more beer and some steaks to grill for dinner,” I answered. “He won’t know a thing. Now get that big dick in me.”“Shit,” Griff muttered, pulling down his trunks and releasing his big, hard cock. “There’s something you don’t know about me, boy. I ain’t too picky about where I’ll stick my dick. And your tight, little hole looks damn good to me right now.”Placing his hands on my shoulders, Griff spit on his cock and began to work it into me. Christ, his thick helmet head was a hole-splitter, but I fucking loved feeling it breaching my cunt. “I’m gonna show you how a real man fucks pussy,” Griff advised, thrusting all the way inside me. Pulling out ever slightly, he hawked another wad of spit onto his big cock and thrust into me once more. His hands sunk deeper into my shoulders as he began to pound my ass with a fevered intensity. Water from the pool sloshed around us and splashed onto the pool deck as Griff destroyed my hole. “You gonna let me cum in your pussy?” Griff demanded, his balls slapping just below my hole. “Yes,” I begged. “Fucking breed me.”“Like you had a choice,” he laughed, his rhythm a frantic jackhammer. “FUCK, boy. Here it comes. CHRIST … DAMN.” Griff’s body rocked and convulsed as his balls emptied inside me. I could feel each spurt of his cock as his cum filled my void. I didn’t want the feeling to end. “Now THAT is how you fuck a pussy, boy,” Griff announced, pulling out of me as his cum slid out of my wrecked hole and splashed into the pool, taking a ropey form in the cool water. Griff then pulled up his swim trunks and instructed me to do the same. “Hurry up before your dad comes home and catches us,” Griff ordered. “Too late,” came Dad’s voice as he reclined in a deck chair, his arms propped behind his head. “I already saw everything.”“What the fuck?” demanded Griff incredulously as he turned to face Dad. “I thought you were gone?”“Nah,” Dad laughed. “I’ve been watching the whole time. My son bet me a hundred bucks that he could get you to fuck him. I didn’t think he could do it, but I underestimated him.”“Well, shit,” Griff shrugged. “Since you know that I fucked him, you mind if I pump another load into the boy?”“Have at it,” I answered on my dad’s behalf, pulling down my swim trunks again as Griff mounted me. Turning my head back towards Dad, I gave him a wink. Dad had pulled out his thick cock and had started stroking while watching me getting fucked by Griff, water splashing the pool deck once more. Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. -- source link