twisted-talez: “HOLY FUCK,” the faggot boy bent over my desk screamed as I worked my big cock inside
twisted-talez: “HOLY FUCK,” the faggot boy bent over my desk screamed as I worked my big cock inside him. “You’re so fucking deep,” he moaned. “Boy,” I informed him while gritting my teeth, “I’m not even inside you all the way yet.” My son Warren came out to my wife and me during his freshman year of college. I had fucked a few frat brothers during my college days when I just needed to empty my balls, so I didn’t take my son too seriously at first. But a year later, he brought home his first boyfriend and I embraced the fact that my son was truly gay. “He really likes you,” Warren told me after I had met his boyfriend Pete for the first time. “I think he’s impressed that you’re so accepting of our relationship. Pete’s dad isn’t quite there yet.” That might be the case, but I suspected Pete liked me because he wanted me. A man my age knows the signs when a faggot wants his cock, and Pete was giving me all the signs. The eager smile when I enter the room. The longing looks. The faggot wanted me. The feeling was mutual. Pete had that boyish, twink look that turns me on. He reminded me of the boys I used to fuck in college. I was always a bit of a jock, and those twink faggots loved being under me, my big cock destroying their tight boy pussies. I knew it would all come to a head when Pete moved in with us for the summer. He and my son both got summer jobs in our hometown, and it seemed absurd for Pete to live elsewhere. We’re progressive parents, so we even let the boys share Warren’s room. I liked sneaking past their room at night when they thought my wife and I were asleep. The bed springs would be squeaking, and I could hear Pete moaning in a soft whisper, “Yeah, breed my hole, Warren. Fucking cum in my pussy.” I had pegged Pete as a bottom from the moment I saw him. A few weeks after Pete joined us, I decided it was time to make my move. It was a Sunday morning when my wife and Warren were downstairs fixing pancakes. Pete was on the bed in the room he shared with Warren when I entered buck naked. Pete was reading a book and immediately dropped it on the floor. I have a really big cock. It’s over 10 inches hard. It hangs a thick, full 8 inches even when I’m soft. Without saying a word, I entered the room with my big cock swinging between my legs. “Sorry,” I began to apologize. “I’m out of clean underwear and need to borrow a pair from Warren. Don’t tell him,” I winked. Pete was frozen with his eyes fixated on my cock. I pulled a pair of old-school tighty whities from the drawer and began to pull them on. It was comical. Those little briefs couldn’t begin to contain my oversized manhood, which was bulging out of the pouch and stretching the elastic band. “I guess these will have to do,” I shrugged. Pete was nearly drooling. I gave him a wink and left the room. Pete was abnormally quiet at breakfast, but kept his eyes on me. I had baited the trap, and now it was time to sit back and wait for the catch. I didn’t have to wait long. I was at my office the next day, when Pete buzzed me to come up. “Well, this is a pleasant surprise,” I said while inviting Pete into my office. “Where’s Warren?” Pete looks askance and mumbled, “He’s running some errands. He doesn’t know I’m here.” The horny little slut. “Well, why are you here?” I asked the boy, playing dumb. He was silent. “Is this maybe about yesterday?” I prompted. Pete nodded. “I’m very sorry if I embarrassed you,” I started to apologize, but Pete cut me off. “Don’t apologize. I was just shocked,” Pete began. “I’ve only been with Warren and you’re a lot bigger than him. I was hoping you might want to …” Pete’s voice trailed off. It wasn’t necessary to say more. I motioned for him to come around behind my desk as I stood up and undid my pants. I told him to drop his pants and to remove his shirt, that I wanted to see his tight little body. He eagerly complied as I pulled a bottle of lube from my desk drawer. “You keep lube in your desk?” Pete asked incredulously. I laughed and said, “No. I brought it with me this morning. I had a hunch I might need it today.”Fuck, his puckered little hole was beautiful. A perfect, pink rosebud. Sure, Pete’s tight ass had seen some cock before, my son’s cock to be specific, but it had never been stretched by something of my size. I felt a surge of guilt knowing that pretty hole might never be as tight once I was done destroying it. But that wasn’t about to stop me. I lubed up my cock and began to work it inside his tight hole. “HOLY FUCK,” Pete screamed. “You’re so fucking deep,” he moaned. Through gritted teeth, I informed the boy that I wasn’t even in him all the way. “Christ. Are you kidding me?” he asked incredulously. It was at that moment when I grabbed his hips and thrust the remaining length of my cock all the way inside him. “FUUUUUCK,” he screamed, his hands moving forward to grip the desk. I had him exactly where I wanted him. I then went from zero to sixty in about five seconds as I aggressively jackhammered Pete’s tight hole. Sure, I start nice and slow when I fuck my wife. But Pete isn’t my wife. He’s a faggot who wanted to be used by my big cock, and I planned to use him hard. “Your cock …” he moaned breathlessly. “Your cock is so fucking big. FUCK it feels good!” Hearing that only emboldened me, and I began to pound him even harder. My balls went from slapping his ass to pulling up tight to my body. My eruption was imminent. “You want my cum, faggot?” I roared. “You want this big dick to cum in your pussy?” Pete let out an almost inaudible, breathless, “Yes. Fucking breed me.” And soon my big cock blasted his guts with my warm load. “Oh, FUCK,” Pete cried. “I can feel you shooting inside me. HOLY FUCK.”After my balls had fully emptied, I slowly pulled out of the boy. Pete’s once pink, rosebud hole was now a red, stretched-out, gaping chasm from which a rush of cum escaped. My load ran down his leg and onto the floor. The boy was still bent over my desk, trying to catch his breath when I finally asked, “You OK?”Pete slowly stood up as more of my cum streamed from his destroyed hole. He turned to face me, took a deep breath, and said, “That was fucking INSANE, man. I never imagined I could be fucked like that. We can’t tell Warren, but can I come back for more tomorrow?” I assured the boy our secret was safe between us, and told him he was always welcome to my cock. Pete cleaned up, quickly dressed, and was ready to leave. “Oh … Pete?” I called to him as he was almost out the door. “When you come back, I want Warren’s fresh load inside you when you arrive. Understand?” Sam nodded eagerly and closed the door as the import of my request registered across his face with a devious smile. I stretched back in my chair with my cock hardening once again at the thought of having sloppy seconds, courtesy of my own son. Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. -- source link