twisted-talez:“How does it feel to be fucked by a real man?” asked the bearded daddy as he nuzzled m
twisted-talez:“How does it feel to be fucked by a real man?” asked the bearded daddy as he nuzzled my neck. His spent cock was slowly going soft inside my destroyed hole. I tried to answer, but I was mute. Immobile. Wrecked. My freshman year of college was an eye-opener. I arrived at school a naive virgin, and left eight months later for summer break as the dorm cumdump. I bent over for my roommate on our first night in the dorm. He told a bud, who told a bud, and soon I was taking cock from over half the dorm. It wasn’t unusual for me to get seeded by twelve or more guys daily. I was addicted to cock.So it wasn’t exactly easy to return home for the summer and not have my usual, steady supply of cock. Grindr to the rescue. Thankfully, there’s no shortage of guys my age looking for an easy hole to breed. With my parents at work all day, I spend my days with my legs in the air taking as much cock as Grindr can deliver. I was careful to make sure my parents didn’t find out, but I hadn’t considered the neighbors.I had just been bred by my fifth cock of the day, and it was barely 2 pm. The guy had left and I was already on Grindr looking for cock number six when a knock came at the door. Fuck. It was my parents’ older neighbor Mr. Walsh. I decided to ignore him, but his knock came louder. “Open up, boy,” he demanded. “I know you’re in there.” Fuck.“I’m so sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Walsh,” I ingratiated while opening the door. “I was in the bathroom.” Mr. Walsh looked me over and chuckled, “Yeah, wiping all that cum out of your hole, I bet. I’ve seen the parade of boys you’ve had over here.” I was taken aback. He knew. And he could tell my parents. I decided a denial was my best defense. “I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Walsh. Those guys are just a few buddies.” He wasn’t having it. “Cut the shit, boy,” he interrupted. “I know you’re taking cock all day over here. And it’s about time you had a real man’s cock in that boy pussy.” He grabbed his bulging crotch as he said it.“I … Uh … I’m really only into guys my age,” I tried to stammer. But Mr. Walsh wasn’t having it. He looked around quickly to be sure nobody was around and then did something I never would have expected. He pulled down his athletic shorts. Fuck. I had heard the term “bull cock” before, but had never seen one in the flesh. Shit. His cock was massive. He wasn’t even hard, and yet it was the size of my forearm, hanging full and thick with a huge helmet head. And his balls? Fuck. They were like two big grapefruits, juicy and full of seed. I had to have him inside me.“What do you think, boy?” Mr. Walsh asked while gripping his thick piece of meat with his manly fist. “You want this man cock now?” I nodded as he pushed his way inside the house. I led him up to my bedroom, but when he saw my twin bed, he said, “This won’t do, boy. Haven’t you got a bigger bed in this house?” The only bed larger than mine was my parents’ bed, so I led the way. “Yes, this bed will do, boy. I can’t wait to see your dad next, knowing I used his own bed to fuck his faggot son.”“Take off your clothes,” Mr. Walsh ordered while dropping his athletic shorts and pulling off his t-shirt. He was already rock hard. His cock was fucking massive. I couldn’t believe there was any way it would fit inside my tight hole, but he gave me no time to worry any further. “Face down,” he barked as he pushed me down on the bed. Pulling my legs apart, he began to finger my hole. “Yeah, look at all the cum in this hole,” he observed as he pulled out a finger covered in jizz. “Looks like you’ve been a busy faggot today. This used hole doesn’t need any lube.” I suddenly felt his huge cockhead pressing against my hole and then WHAM. He was inside me. “HOLY FUCK,” I screamed. “Shut the fuck up, faggot,” he growled. The pain was searing, but he mercifully held still and allowed me to adjust to him. “You see, boy,” he tried to console. “It’s like jumping into cold water. It stings at first, but then you adjust and it feels good.” The analogy was apt, as his cock was starting to feel good. REALLY good. I had never before felt the sublime fullness that his big cock offered. In a way, it felt like this was the first time I’d been truly FUCKED. “Yeah, faggot,” he growled in my ear with all his weight upon me. “You like this big cock, don’t you? Yeah. You like having a MAN fucking you, instead of all those little boys.” He then hissed in my ear, “Hang on, boy. ‘Cause I’m about to fuckin’ destroy your boy pussy.” And he did. For the next thirty minutes, he pounded the shit out of me. The mattress springs were squeaking, the headboard was pounding the wall, and I prayed he didn’t wreck my parents’ bed like he was wrecking my hole. I could feel his sweat dripping on my back as he heaved and grunted. Suddenly, his breathing intensified and I knew he was getting close.“Aww, FUCK,” he bellowed. “Yeah, boy. Get ready for this nut. I’m gonna fuckin’ breed your sloppy hole.” He gave my hole two more deep thrusts and growled out, “SHIT … FUCK … DAMN, you faggot. Take this load.” The feeling of his huge cock spurting inside me was absolutely overwhelming. I could feel each blast of his warm cum filling me from within. He finally collapsed upon me as his spent cock went slowly soft inside my ravaged hole. I was immobile. I couldn’t have moved if I tried. My cunt was destroyed. Completely wrecked. Never had I been fucked like that. And I loved every minute. Mr. Walsh was suddenly tender. “How does it feel to be fucked by a real man?” he whispered in my ear, but I could make no answer. “Did you like this big cock, boy?” he asked softly as he finally pulled out of me, his cum flooding the sheets. I was still transfixed and unmoving, but managed to nod my head. “Good,” he replied. “Because I’m gonna be back tomorrow for more of that sweet pussy.” I nodded in assent again as he pulled on his clothes and left the room. I heard the front door shut as he let himself out. I didn’t move for another hour, but managed to change the cum-soaked sheets just before my parents got home. Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. -- source link