twisted-talez: “Danny?!” I gasped, startled to find the twink neighbor boy naked in the
twisted-talez: “Danny?!” I gasped, startled to find the twink neighbor boy naked in the bed I share with my wife. “How’d you get in here?”“I used the spare key,” he explained, “the one you gave me to take care of Pepper when you and Mrs. Kolchek went on that Alaskan cruise last summer.”“Okay. But why the fuck are you on my bed?” I demanded. “And why are you naked?”“Because I overheard what you told my dad when you two were drinking beers on the porch last night,” Danny stated. “You remember?”“Shit, Danny,” I laughed. “I was shit-face drunk last night. I don’t remember what the fuck I said to your dad.”“You told him that Mrs. Kolchek hasn’t spread her legs for you in five years,” Danny recalled. “And that you were so desperate to get your big dick wet, you’d stick it in any warm hole.”“Christ. I can’t believe I told your dad that shit,” I cringed, red with embarrassment. “Jesus. Is that why you’re here? To give me—?”“My warm hole,” he answered, raising his firm ass slightly off the bed. “You can use me, Mr. Kolchek. Dump your load inside me.”“Jesus, Danny,” I scoffed. “Does your dad know that you take cock?”“Yeah, Dad knows,” he dismissed. “But I’m eighteen now and can do whatever the fuck I want. And I want you to fuck me with that big dick.”“I dunno, Danny,” I demurred. “I don’t fuck guys. I’ve only ever been into pussy.”“You’d love my pussy,” Danny teased, his legs spreading wider. “Stick your finger in me—see for yourself.”“Christ Almighty,” I cursed under my breath, unable to believe I was about to stick my finger up this faggot’s ass. But my curiosity had the better of me.“Mmmm,” Danny moaned as my thick finger breached the tight, pink folds of his cunt. His hole was warm and wet. And when I extended the full length of my finger inside him, Danny gripped me from within, massaging my finger with his tight cunt. “Now imagine what I could do with your cock,” Danny taunted as I withdrew my finger.But I didn’t care to imagine anymore—I wanted the real thing. Dropping my shorts, I unleashed my thick, hard eight-incher. And with one, deep thrust, I mounted the boy.“FUCK,” Danny gasped as I threw all my weight upon him. My arms pushed into the bed on either side of him, raising me into a plank above the boy. With my balls slapping against his hole, I began to jackhammer the shit out of him. “You like this big fuckin’ dick up your ass?” I demanded, pummeling his boy pussy to a pulp. “Is this what you wanted?”“YES,” Danny cried, his face smashed into the pillow. “Fuck me with that big dick.”My hands moved to the small of his back as Danny raised his ass, allowing my cock to slide even deeper inside the boy. My balls were smashed against his tight hole, and I marveled at the depth I could achieve in him—limitless in comparison to all the bitches I had fucked. His deep cunt was getting me good. Too good. I needed to nut. “You want my cum, boy?” I demanded. “You want me to cum up your ass?”“Yes, Mr. K—fucking breed me,” Danny begged as my cock swelled and erupted inside the boy. I couldn’t recall ever having a better orgasm. It felt like I was dumping buckets of cum in the little slut. With my balls depleted, I collapsed upon him. “Shit. You better get out of here,” I announced, my eye catching the clock on the bed table. “My wife will be home soon.”“Can I come back tomorrow?” Danny asked. “Give up my cunt to you again when your wife’s not home?”“Damn, boy,” I smiled. “That would be awesome. But let’s maybe not tell your dad about this, okay? I don’t think he wants his best bud fucking his son.”“Dad doesn’t give a shit,” Danny laughed. “He’s the one who sent me over here to drain your balls.”Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. -- source link