College Stud Laying Under to Get On Top

It had been five months since Luke embraced depravity and fully gave himself to the fat old man, Frank. Five months of being fucked mercilessly, and slobbering his tongue all over his fat, saggy body. Five months of licking his pits clean and being buried under his fat while he got face or ass fucked. Five months of Frank cumming down his throat or up his ass while he himself came without ever having to touch his dick. It had been Five months of depraved bliss.

Today was no different. He had just finished taking a nice, hot shower after an exhausting night at his TV show's wrap-up party in celebration of the season's filming coming to completion. He would normally go straight to Frank's house or office after work to get fucked, but the old man’s meeting was running long, so Luke decided to clean up at his own place first. 

Luke sat on his bed and turned on his laptop, as his phone was charging. He was browsing through his social media when he came across an article about a sex tape that involved Frank and himself.

Panic quickly took over, and he clicked the article. The link led him to a video on a porn site, with his face in the thumbnail. The video was captioned "Famous supermodel and up-and-coming actor Luke Anderson caught getting down and dirty with TV producer and executive, Frank Goodwin."

Luke thought there was no way this was real. Frank loved to dominate and humiliate him, but privacy and discreetness were always very important to him. There was no way he would have recorded them in secret, let alone release the footage to the public. This had to be fake. Maybe it was one of those stupid deep fakes.

The stud clicked play, and his worst fears came true. On the laptop screen, he saw himself. He thought maybe it was his face superimposed on the video, but he recognized the living room, after all, he had been fucked there countless times. A paparazzi must have broken into the property and recorded them from the window.

Luke watched as the video continued playing, unfolding the events of that night. There he was, in all his attractive glory, bent over the living room table, with the gargantuan old man behind him, plowing his hole. He could see in his face that mixture of disgust and arousal he experienced every time Frank used him. The video was taken close enough from the window that his moans were audible. It was faint, but he could definitely be heard moaning variations of “Fuck me, Grandpa!” over and over. This clearly was turning on the grotesque eighty-year-old man as his assaults on the sexy young ass intensified after each beckon from Luke.

The video showed Luke doing all the depraved things he normally would for Frank. He witnessed himself licking Frank’s disgusting body like a mother cat bathing her kitten. He saw his face getting buried beneath Frank’s enormous gut as he was face fucked.

The video eventually reached the point Luke most dreaded to see, the climax. Frank was laying on his back, with Luke sitting on his cock, facing him. His legs were flanking Frank’s huge torso, and he was leaning back, supporting himself up with his arms behind him. He raised his ass and dropped it, again and again. 

His face was ridden with ecstasy as he bounced on Frank’s dick, his own cock leaking precum like a broken faucet. He rode and moaned like a man possessed, until finally, without touching himself, his seed came splattering out, flying all over the place as he continued to ride Frank. The contractions of his channel brought Frank over the edge as well and the old man bellowed.

When Luke had ridden through both their orgasms, he dismounted Frank and began sucking his dick clean. As he did this, Luke released Frank’s cum from his guts, and it flowed out of his ass like a river.

He looked at the video details and saw that in the three hours it had been up, it garnered twenty thousand views. It was fucking over. In that short amount of time, twenty thousand people had witnessed him begging an obese grandpa to fuck him. They’d also seen him cum without touching himself, and Frank’s cum drip out of his ass. 

It was more than he could take. It was one thing for him to be humiliated in private, he fucking loved that. He had been willingly letting Frank use him all these months. This, however, was an entirely different thing. Soon, the whole world would see, or at least know about, the depravity he indulged in.

Luke could not handle it. He was on the verge of a mental breakdown when he decided he had to remove himself from the situation. He packed an overnight bag and headed for the airport. He would just make arrangements for the rest of his belongings to be packed and transferred to wherever he would end up going. He shot Frank a text explaining his actions and apologizing for it. The old man was surprisingly understanding and did not give him a hard time about it. Just as quickly as his career shot up, he felt it crash and burn.

FOUR MONTHS LATER

As the sun began to turn golden orange, Luke found comfort in the solitude of his jog. The cool breeze brushed against his bare chest as he made his way through the running trail. He really cherished these moments. 

A few months ago, he thought his life was over. His sex tape had gone viral and everyone and their mothers had seen him being plowed by an old walrus and thoroughly enjoying it. He couldn’t handle the shame of being exposed like that. He had run away to the country in hopes of avoiding having to deal with the fallout.

He never expected that things would turn around, and yet by some miracle, they did. In the aftermath of his scandal, his manager contacted him with a hail Mary. He suggested that Luke play the “taken advantage of” card. It would either go really well or really poorly. Fortunately, it went really well.

Despite the initial backlash and PR nightmare from the scandal, Luke’s immaculate good looks and charm won the people over. Instead of a depraved stud who enjoyed getting used by a fat old man, they saw an innocent young man who was taken advantage of and devoured by the dark side of the entertainment industry. 

Luke even went on to publish an autobiography detailing the dark underbelly of the industry and the hardships he underwent. This, of course, was ghostwritten by a team hired by his manager. They took bits and pieces of his story, fluffed it up, and framed it in a manner that painted Luke in the best possible light. People ate it up. In fact, he would begin his book tour in a week’s time.

It helped a lot that Frank did not push back against Luke. He could have found ways to silence his narrative and further ruin the boy, but he did not. Truth be told, those months together were the best months of Frank’s life. He had the hottest boy in the world, fully giving himself up willingly, and truly enjoying every moment of it. He would let the boy have this one.

Things were going great for Luke’s career and reputation, but internally, he still struggled. While scrolling his social media feed at home, he saw a random person repost his sex video. He knew that despite having been able to control the narrative and winning people over, he would never really live the video down. It was on the internet for all of time. It had been a few weeks since he had last encountered it though, so it really upset him to see it pop up once again. 

More than the trauma from his scandal, what really bothered him about seeing the video was that it made him miss it. He’d been sexually active, of course, but only with men and women who were conventionally very attractive, as one would expect for someone like him. They were all really hot and most were very good in bed, but it wasn’t enough. He craved the stimulation and arousal he got from being used by a gross old man like Frank. 

Luke did not want to fall back into depravity, though. Things were going great and he had a bright future ahead. All he had to do was keep away from that. That’s why he went for a run at this particular time, to clear his head.

Luke was so distracted and caught up in his own thoughts that he took the wrong turn and ended up on a different path. However, he was still on a trail, so he wasn't too worried, but it was an unfamiliar one.

This trail was definitely less used by joggers because it was a lot more unkept than the others he had been to. The trees gradually thinned out, giving way to a more open space. The foliage cleared up in one small area and he saw something he did not expect to come across. There was a tiny, dilapidated shanty just up ahead.

Luke walked up slowly and noticed there was a man standing outside of the shack. He was old and looked dirty, with long, dirty hair that covered his face like a gray veil. A homeless person no doubt. 

After a few more moments of observing the man, Luke realized that he was jerking off.

He was instantly excited by what he saw. The image of this dirty old man stroking his dick stirred up the depraved feelings he had suppressed for all these months.

On any given day, he probably would have been able to fight the urge and just continue with his jog. However, seeing his sex video earlier had left him vulnerable and craving for depravity.

Luke slowly walked closer, still trying to get himself to leave, but it was a losing battle. Despite his best efforts to go unnoticed, he accidentally stepped on a twig. 

"Who the fuck is there?" barked the old homeless man. "What do you want?"

The gruff voice echoed through the dense foliage surrounding them. The old man's eyes nervously darted back and forth, checking to see for any danger.

Pissed at himself for getting into this situation, Luke had no choice but to clear his throat and show himself.” I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I went down the wrong path and now I'm kinda lost. Can you help me find the way back to my usual trail?"

His words were honest, yet they masked his true intentions and desires. The old man squinted at him, sizing him up with a wary eye. 

"Well, boy, you ain't from 'round here, are ya?" he grumbled.

Luke nodded weakly, his gaze never leaving the man's hand, now fully engrossed in his self-pleasure after estimating that he wasn’t a threat.

He had been living a double life these past months, dealing with repression and denial. Every day, he struggled to reconcile his desires with the expectations of society. And yet, as he stood before the old man, the facade faded, replaced by an overwhelming urge to indulge in his dark fantasies. 

“Why didn’t you say anything instead of lurking around like a creep? You wanna see me jerking off or something?” the old man said, chuckling.

Luke knew he should have played it off like he was just afraid to approach the man. Literally, any lame excuse would have sufficed. But he was so close to what he’d craved all these months, and so weak from watching himself being used in the video earlier. Everything he repressed came bubbling to the surface.

“Honestly, yes,” Luke replied. “I…I want you.”

The old man recoiled, his eyes widening in disbelief. 

"What the fuck are you saying? Ain’t no way you’re being serious right now," he stammered.

Despite his shock, there was a hint of curiosity in his weathered face. Luke took a step closer, his determination increasing with each moment. 

"Dead serious."

"Fuck off. I'm not a queer."

"I didn't say you were. This won’t turn you gay. I'll make it worth your while."

"How would you do that? What do you want?"

 "I'll give you $150 to fuck me." 

"I gotta stick it in you? Nah. I'm not touching a faggot for change. Get lost queer."

"$500!" Luke blurted out, surprising even himself. 

"Well, I'll be. You're a desperate little thing, aren't you? Show me you got the cash."

Luke took out his wallet and showed the homeless man five crisp hundred-dollar bills.

"See? I have it."

"Well, I ain't sucking you. And nothing touches my ass."

"That's fine by me."

A grin formed on the old man’s face, "Well then get over here, faggot."

With a final glance at the old man, Luke stepped forward. It was so quiet out here that he could hear the rustling of the leaves. It made the situation seem so serious and tense. Anxiety filled a pit in his stomach, and he thought of turning back and literally running away, but the prospect of humiliating himself by letting the unsightly old man use him was drawing him in. 

"Can you get naked?" Luke asked the homeless man, and he obliged. What Luke saw made chills run down his spine.

Luke could obviously tell the man was really old just based on his face, but it definitely showed on his body as well.

The wrinkled skin of his face made evident the long, hard life he’d lived. His skin was saggy all over, void of any body hair. He had a full head of hair and a medium-length beard that was all dark gray and raggedy. Luke suspected that their actual color was white, but the inability to maintain his hygiene had turned it many shades too dark.

It was impossible to ignore the foul stench coming from the man. He would surely have kept himself nice and clean if he had the means to do so, but his unfortunate circumstances had no doubt left him unable to shower for weeks at a time by Luke’s estimate.

His cock was long with an average girth. His pubic hair was quite thick and dark gray, just like his head and facial hair. Just by the look of it, Luke could tell his entire crotch area was filthy.

Luke swallowed audibly, unsure whether he should continue, but he was pushed by his hunger for disgust and depravity. He had been suppressing these urges for months, and the desire to be humiliated could not be held back anymore. The thought of surrendering to such debauchery thrilled him, and he couldn't wait to experience it again.

Luke grasped the homeless man's head and pulled him in for a wet kiss on his mouth. He kissed the elderly man fervently, the taste of cigarettes and alcohol lingered on his tongue, unable to mask the foul taste of a mouth that had not experienced toothpaste and mouthwash in too long. That he was kissing a homeless man who hadn’t been able to groom himself in weeks really turned him on. 

The fact that Luke was young, attractive, and successful and so fucking into it, while the man was old, homeless, and not at all enthusiastic about what was going on, egged on Luke’s self-loathing and lust, and made him want to do this even more.

The old man was shocked at how earnest the boy was. Looking at him, he would not have expected the boy to be so into it. His kisses were so passionate that he could feel his hunger, and it was like he was trying to devour his mouth.

The homeless man hadn’t been touched in decades though. He could not deny that this boy lusting over him made him feel so wanted and so needed. For the first time in ages, he didn’t feel worthless. And so, he decided to give in to the moment.

With a grunt, he reached out and cupped Luke's cheek, his dirty, rough fingers digging into Luke's soft flesh, and pressed his mouth open. His tongue invaded the boy's mouth with a raging fury. 

Luke reciprocated, and their tongues twisted and danced together. The old man's saliva mixed with the boy's, creating a thick slime that flowed between their mouths.

As passions intensified, the old man's hands roamed all over Luke's shirtless body. He grabbed Luke's pecs and nipples roughly, kneading them with a firm grip. Luke moaned, the sound muffled by their wet, hungry kiss.

"Get on your knees, faggot," growled the old man. 
Luke eagerly obeyed, kneeling before him. The old man gripped his shoulder, pulling him close, forcing him to inhale the rancid smell rising from his unwashed body. He felt the heat radiating from the homeless man's groin.

"Open wide, faggot," the old man commanded. Luke obediently parted his lips, and immediately the old man thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock into Luke's awaiting mouth. Luke wasted no time, greedily swallowing the homeless man's dirty cock whole as it slid past his lips.

"Ugh. Fucking whore," the old man muttered, his voice full of yearning due to years of neglect. "Suck it harder, faggot."

Luke tightened his lips around the base of the homeless man's shaft, applying more pressure as he bobbed his head up and down. He used his tongue to lick and swirl at the rod as he sucked, savoring the nasty taste that made him feel so disgusted with himself.

"Fuck yeah, faggot," the old man moaned, his fingers gripping the back of Luke's head, holding him in place. "You love it, don't you?"

Luke released the man's cock from his mouth, gasping for breath. "Yes," he panted. "I love it. Please, fuck my throat."

The old man chuckled, "You better mean it, faggot. Because I'm gonna make sure you take every fucking inch of me."

Luke closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation of the homeless man's massive cock stretching his throat. Each time he reached the hilt and his nose hit the man’s pubic hair, he would get a whiff of the ridiculously foul odor. The disgust sent blood rushing to his dick, causing him to leak precum onto his underwar.

"Harder, faggot. Make me feel good."

Luke responded with renewed vigor, sucking and swallowing with increasing ferocity. The old man groaned louder, his breathing becoming faster and shorter.

"Fuck, yes, faggot," he panted, his grip tightening on Luke's head. "That’s it. That feels so fucking good."

Luke sucked harder, his cheeks starting to ache from the effort. He felt the homeless man's grip tighten on his head, the man's cock swelling even larger inside his mouth. The old man's groans grew louder, and he started to slur his words.

"Ughh... fuuuuck..."

He could tell the man was close to his orgasm, and Luke longed to swallow his cum, but he realized this wasn’t enough for him. He had deprived himself of this feeling for so long, that he needed to make up for it now. He suddenly pulled away from the old man's crotch, leaving his dick dangling and his face confused. 

"I want you to fuck me, Daddy."

"Goddamn, boy, you're really getting your money's worth from my cock, aren't you?"

Luke reached into the pocket of his shorts that were on the floor, grabbed a condom from his wallet, and ripped it open. He looked up at the old man, his eyes shining with anticipation.

 "Please, can you put it on for me?"

The old man stared at Luke, his eyes burning into his. "Why?" he asked, "Are you afraid of catching some shit from me?"

Luke had been barebacked a bunch of times. He'd been raw dogged and bred for months at a time by Richard and Frank. He'd barebacked with a few of the girls and guys he'd hooked up with since leaving Frank. It felt better, and he was on Prep, but this was a homeless man. Who knows what sicknesses he might be carrying?

"Can you just put in on, please?"

"Fine."

The old man snorted dismissively, reaching for the condom package, obviously annoyed. 

"Don't want to catch anything, right?"

Luke swallowed hard, the tension mounting in his gut. He watched the homeless man's aged hands carefully peel back the wrapper. He rolled the condom onto his throbbing cock, his eyes still locked on Luke's face.

"So, how do you want me to fuck you, boy?" he asked. 

"That’s up to you, Daddy. Use me however you like."

"Well alright then. Get on your hands and knees."

Luke took off his shorts and underwear, then used them to try and cover the damp forest floor, as he got on all fours.

“Open your legs, faggot. Spread those juicy ass cheeks and show me that perfect hole of yours.”

Luke complied, exposing himself fully to the old man. He then felt the familiar presence of a fat dickhead pressing against his entrance. His hole opened up, welcoming the invading meat.

"Well, that was easy," teased the old man as he let his cock sit just slightly inside Luke’s hole. “That fat grandpa must have used this hole of yours real good.”

The words stung, reminding Luke of his shameful past. His body involuntarily shuddered, and he braced himself for the impending fuck. 

"I'm ready," Luke whimpered. "Please, just fuck me already."

"You sure about this, faggot?" he asked. "Because once I start, I won't stop until I've emptied myself completely inside you."

"Fuck me, Daddy!"

Hearing this, the homeless man didn't wait a second longer before fully breaking through the barrier of Luke's channel, burying himself deep inside.

The penetration was merciless, violating the insides of Luke. Luke was crying out loud, enjoying the fuck more than he should have. The homeless man was relentless, thrusting into the depths of the hot stud over and over.

"Fuck me!" Luke cried out desperately, clutching onto his shorts which he lay on the floor to cover the damp earth beneath him. "Please, don't stop!"

The old man groaned as he continuously pumped his throbbing cock into Luke's willing hole, his motions fluid and strong.

Luke's moans echoed through the surrounding trees, a testament to how good the homeless man was making him feel, which only fueled his efforts to own the boy’s ass.

"Ah, you like that, don't you, faggot?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Tell me how bad you want it."

Luke writhed beneath him, his moans never wavering. "I want it, Daddy. Please, don't stop. Fuck me harder," he pleaded.

The old man was motivated by Luke’s words, his hips bucking forward with renewed vigor. His cock plunged deeper into Luke's ravaged hole, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his body. Deep within his core, Luke felt the cock rubbing against his prostate with each stroke, driving him crazy.

"You like that, faggot?" the old man taunted, sounding smug and full of himself. “Go ahead, beg for more."

Luke was panting heavily, his chest heaving up and down. “I want more," he said, voice shaking, "Please, Daddy. Keep stuffing me with your meat."

The old man's grip tightened on Luke's hips, his fingers digging into his taut torso. He increased the pace, his cock sliding smoothly in and out of Luke's greedy hole.

The homeless man pulled out fully after a few more thrusts and instructed Luke to get on his back.

"I wanna see that handsome face begging for my cock."

Luke flipped over, laying his back on the ground, barely protected from the dirt by the shorts he had laid down.

The homeless man looked straight into Luke's eyes, then plunged his stiff shaft deep into the boy once more.

Luke arched his back, gasping loudly as the old man began to pump into him brutally.

"Ah, faggot," the old man grunted. "You're taking everything I've got."

"Oh, God," he whimpered weakly beneath the weight of the homeless man's body on top of him. "Your cock feels so good inside me." 

"You want more?"

"Yes, Daddy," Luke whispered. "Keep using my hole."

The old man looked down at the sight before him. He was not gay, nor had he ever appraised the looks of another man before, but one could not see Luke and not be in awe of him.  

Luke was undoubtedly the hottest man he had seen in real life, maybe even hotter than anyone he'd ever seen, period. He had a handsome face, brimming with a youthful charm. His cool eyes were like the bluest ocean. His blonde hair, perfectly styled, was tarnished by the damp soil. His lips were so kissable and perfectly shaped. All these beautiful features, contorted in the agony and arousal from getting railed in the ass.

His body was magnificent. He saw no blemishes or spots, just smooth and supple skin, fair with just the right amount of color, no doubt thanks to the sun he got while exercising. His pecs were nice and juicy, but still perfectly lean and sculpted. The muscles on his arms bulged as he tried to hold on for dear life while getting plowed. His stomach sported the most spectacular set of six-pack abs that led down to his pelvis, highlighted by the perfect V-line of his adonis belt.

Luke was what he imagined to be the embodiment of perfection, and he was on his back, legs in the air, begging to be fucked harder as he jackhammered his dick in and out of his beautiful hole. This made the homeless man feel alive. He could not believe this hot young man was actually paying him to do this. For the first time in decades, he was experiencing true joy and bliss, as well as power.

The old man's thrusts became more frenzied, his cock sliding violently in and out of Luke's tight hole. He leaned down and kissed the boy, slid his tongue deep into his mouth, and swirled it all around. He tasted sweeter than honey. 

Luke eagerly returned the kiss, his hands caressing the old man's face, moving up to his hair, and finally wrapping around his neck.

"What's your name, faggot?" the old man demanded.

"Luke," he replied.

"Luke...Luke Anderson?! Aren't you that actor who had a sex tape getting fucked by some ancient walrus-looking fella? I saw the video from someone at the soup kitchen. Hot kid getting fucked by the most atrocious-looking obese grandpa, and cumming without touching himself. That was you?" 

Luke said nothing, but his face turned red from embarrassment. The fact this was how he was being identified was like torture. 

Although he did not answer, the truth was evident in his face. This made the homeless man go feral. Not only was the boy he was fucking unbelievably attractive, he was a famous celebrity too. The homeless man suddenly felt like a god using this stud who was possibly the most desired man on the planet. This was a once in a lifetime thing, and he needed to make the most out of it.

"I'm gonna cum in you, boy"

"Fuck yes, Daddy. Fill that condom up."

"No, you don't understand. I'm gonna take this rubber off and fill you with my seed."

"What? No!" Luke responded, "We agreed to use protection!"

"And now I'm changing the rules, faggot." The old man grinned wickedly, pulling out of Luke's hole.

If you want me to keep fucking you, it has to be like this.

"Please, Daddy. I'll double the amount I'm paying you!"

"No can do, boy. Either you let me raw dog you or the deal is over."

Luke's head was spinning in confusion. He knew that bareback sex carried risks even while on Prep. He couldn't imagine how much more dangerous it would be with a homeless person. However, the thought of a homeless man fucking him raw and breeding him triggered a hunger inside him. This would be such a depraved act, and it brought his arousal to unprecedented heights.

"What will it be, boy?"

"Do it."

The homeless man didn't need to be told twice. He ripped the condom off, throwing it aside.
His cock sprang free and it was red, hard, and throbbing. He could tell Luke was unsure, scared even, but he also sensed the underlying desire that burned within the boy.

"Look at me, Luke," he commanded with a compelling voice. "Look at me and tell me you want this."

Luke hesitated momentarily, his pulse quickened, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Despite his hesitance, a wave of undeniable lust washed over him.

"Say it, Luke," the old man urged, his voice low and seductive this time. "Tell me what you want. Beg for it."

Luke swallowed hard, "I want you to fuck me raw, Daddy. I want you to breed me."

The old man repositioned Luke beneath him, clasping both hands over his head, then took a moment to appreciate the view. The sheer beauty of the boy's naked form was breathtaking.

"Ready, boy?"

Luke nodded wordlessly, his breath quickening as he anticipated being filled up. The old man's cock found its way back into Luke's hole, slipping in effortlessly.

"Ahh, fucking faggot," the old man moaned. "Fuck, you’re so tight. It feels so good to own you like this."

The fuck was so much more intense without the barrier between his insides and the homeless man's shaft. The feeling of it grinding against his inner walls raw was electrifying.

Luke’s body arched upwards as the old man continued to pound away at his ass. He felt the penetration so deep inside, his rectum contracting around the invader. The old man's dick continued to probe into him, the friction creating a sensation unlike any other. Luke's heart thumped quickly and his breaths were getting shorter and shorter.

“Tell me, boy. Do you like being fucked by an old homeless man?” He asked. “Tell me how it feels getting fucked by one.”

Luke’s mind was racing. He knew that the old man was testing him, trying to get him to divulge just how dirty and fucked up he was. He wanted to resist and try to hold on to even the tiniest shred of dignity, but it was hopeless. Something deep inside him, something depraved and insatiable, forced him to answer.

“I love it, Daddy,” he moaned softly. “I love being fucked by a dirty, old, homeless man.”

The old man paused and stared into Luke’s eyes. He could see the desperation and lust consuming him. He leaned down and whispered into his ear.

“Why, boy? Why would you subject yourself to such filth and degradation?”

Luke hesitated once more. Revealing the truth would expose how fucked up he was in the head. But the thought of confessing how messed up he was to this homeless man felt so liberating. Maybe just this once, he could come clean and admit it. After all, he would probably never see this man again.

“I don’t know,” Luke said, feigning innocence and uncertainty. “Maybe because I crave being shamed and humiliated. I want to feel disgusted at myself, to feel depraved.”

The old man smirked, finally realizing just how filthy Luke really was. He reveled in the fact that he had power over this hot young stud. Somehow, this perfect boy was desperate to be used by him. He savored this feeling that he was sure he would never experience again.

“Oh, really now? Is that what you are? A fucked up, dirty little slut?”

"Fuck, Daddy," Luke moaned, "I'm such a dirty slut. Just look at me, taking your filthy cock like a worthless whore.

The old man laughed, still in disbelief that this was happening. He was beaming with pride and self-satisfaction. The stark contrast of their circumstances sparked an intense arousal in him. To think that he, a homeless senior, had not only such a gorgeous stud, but a celebrity, on his back and taking his cock raw. 

"You're the finest piece of meat I’ve ever seen, boy" the old man whispered. "I never thought I'd be so turned on by a man"

"Oh, fuck Daddy. I feel so disgusted at myself letting you fuck me."

“You aren’t letting me fuck you. You’re PAYING me to fuck you, you messed up faggot.”

The old man smiled triumphantly, watching the boy squirm beneath him at his words. He knew that Luke was his now, trapped in a web of shame and desire. The feeling of his elderly cock sliding in and out of Luke’s ass was both repulsive and intoxicating for the boy, and he knew it.

"Good boy," the old man purred. “Keep talking dirty to me, slut. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me harder, Daddy. I want your dirty cock to get deep inside and flood me."

The old man chuckled, his hand gripping Luke's hair tightly. "Just like that, huh?"

Luke winced, his eyes rolling back. "Yes, Daddy. Fill me up with that disgusting homeless seed."

"Tell me what you are, boy."

"I'm a disgusting slut. I'm a hot stud paying a filthy old homeless man to breed me. I'm so fucking dirty, Daddy."

"You like that, don't you? Being a dirty little slut for an old guy like me." 

“I love it. I love being used by you. Fill me up with your rancid cum, Daddy. Make me feel ashamed of myself for letting a n ugly homeless man breed me."

Luke continued moaning and uttering self-deprecating statements, enticing the old man to escalate his efforts.

"Fuck, you're so nasty," the old man spat. "You're a real sicko, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I'm real fucked up, Daddy. Why else would I be letting you fuck me."

The old man growled, the boy's words stirring up rage and lust, pushing him over the edge and driving him to his climax. He released his load with such force that it felt like a tidal wave crashing into the insides of Luke's guts.

"Holy shit," the old man screamed. "Take my seed, you dirty boy. Take it all."

Luke could feel the warm seed filling up his insides. The seed of a dirty old homeless man he had paid to fuck him. Just like almost every one of the countless fucks with Frank, the depravity of what he was doing brought him arousal like no other, and he orgasmed without touching himself. The release was as explosive as it was shocking to the homeless man. 

The old man pulled out of Luke and watched as he pushed out a huge load of cum from his ass, when all of a sudden, they heard a voice.

"Hey Manny, you about ready to head over to the soup kitchen? I'm starving"

A man said as he walked into view of Luke and Manny, frozen in surprise at the sight of him standing over a hot young man who had a small puddle of cum on the floor by his ass.

"Well well well, what do we have here, Manny?" The new man asked.

Luke scrambled to his feet at the arrival of this second man, picking up his now dirty shorts and attempting to cover himself up.

"Relax, boy. This is my buddy, Earl," said Manny. "Hey Earl, you remember that video we saw of that hot actor getting fucked by that old walrus? This is him! This is Luke Anderson!"

"No fucking way! He really does look like him. But if that's really him, what the fuck is he doing here with you?"

"Tell him, boy. Tell Earl what you're doing here." Manny said with a grin on his face.

Luke gulped. "I was jogging and accidentally went down the wrong path. I came across this homeless - I mean, I came across Manny jerking off."

"And?" asked Manny, egging him to share the whole story.

"And I wanted him to fuck me."

"Why?" prodded Manny.

"Because being fucked by him would make me feel disgusted at myself, and that turns me on."

"Damn right, it does! Jesus Christ Earl, you know I'm no queer but this was the best fuck ever. He's so fucking hot! Slut even paid me to fuck him. Five hundred big ones!"

"Goddamn. Ain't no way! I'm homeless too, boy, and I could really use $500. You want some of this?" Earl said as he took off his shirt.

Luke looked at Earl, assessing him. He was probably in his late thirties or early forties. He wasn't handsome, but not ugly either. He was huge though, not due to muscle, but to fat. He was not quite Frank's size, no one really was, that man was unbelievably fat, but still extremely obese nonetheless. Luke wondered how a homeless person could possibly be this gigantic.

"What do you say?" Earl questioned.

"Deal," replied Luke, drooling at the sight of the fat man.

"Come and get 'er!"

Instinct took over and Luke practically lunged at the man, took his fat, saggy tit in his mouth, and began suctioning on it like a vacuum.

During the several months Luke was with Frank, the old walrus used him every single chance he got, which was almost every day. During their trysts, Frank would have Luke bathe him with his tongue. Luke would be forced to lick clean every inch of the fat old man's body. He would slather his tongue over every bulge of fat, including under his rolls, and between every fold. He would be forced to lick clean Frank's rank, sweaty, and hairy armpits as well. 

Luke had spent hours upon hours worshiping every inch of that fat, saggy body, and had developed an addiction to it. Having been deprived of it for so long, he could not help but dive right back into it, now that the opportunity presented itself. 

The fatty skin under his tongue melted, tasting dirty and oily. Luke sucked and slurped, groaning like a pig. It felt like heaven to suckle on the fat, making Luke's hunger for the substance surge uncontrollably. He groped Earl's belly while sucking, squeezing that soft, luscious mass.

Earl stood there, shocked and in disbelief. He’d never had his nipples sucked before, much less by a man as attractive as Luke was. To top it all off, Luke was actually paying him to be able to do it. It was a new experience, but so fucking stimulating.

He grabbed Luke’s head and guided it, moving it from his tits, to his armpits, and then his belly. He allowed Luke to continue exploring him with his mouth, loving the feeling of the boy's warm, wet tongue sliding over his saggy skin.

"Fuck yeah, baby," Earl whispered. "This is so fucking hot."

Luke glanced up at Earl and saw the lust in his eyes. “You like that, Daddy?”

He continued feasting on Earl’s fat body for a good fifteen minutes before the man pushed his mouth off and told him to get on his knees and suck his dick.

The smell of Earl’s unwashed, sweaty crotch shot waves of disgust through Luke. However, this only served to turn him on and he quickly wrapped his lips around the man’s cock.

As he began to take the entirety of the man’s meat into his mouth, he tasted the rancid mix of pre-cum and sweat. It also smelled like old cheese that had been left out too long. But none of this stopped him. He continued to gobble up Earl’s cock, when he felt Manny grab him by the waist and press his hard dick against his hole. He couldn’t believe the old man was hard and ready to go again.

Manny plunged himself deep into Luke. The boy's moans from the sudden intrusion were muffled by the fat dick stuffed in his mouth.

He couldn't help but gag, choking on the massive cock as it rammed into his throat. Earl gripped the boy's head, forcing him to stay on his cock, enjoying the wetness surrounding his shaft.

Meanwhile, Manny was relentless behind Luke, his cock pistoning in and out of the boy's hole, still slick from his own cum that he'd dumped in the boy earlier. The sensation of being stuffed by the cocks of two unsightly homeless men at once was overwhelming, but Luke relished in the depravity of it. 

He loved the filthiness of it, the smell of their bodies, the taste of their sweat, everything. The more he indulged in these pleasures, the more he felt himself descending into depravity. Yet, he craved it with every fiber of his being. 

With a fat homeless man's cock fucking his face, and an old homeless man fucking his ass, it wasn't long before Luke climaxed without touching himself yet again. He moaned onto Earl's cock as he began convulsing and his cum started splattering all over the ground.

The vibrations from Luke's moans on Earl's cock, and the contractions of his hole on Manny's cock, brought both of them to their own, simultaneous orgasms.

Their cum spilled into Luke's stomach and ass at the same time. Luke was in ecstasy as he felt the combined loads of both men fill him up.

The two homeless men pulled out and caught their breaths. They started putting their clothes back on, and at the same time praised Luke for the amazing fuck they just had. However, when they turned to look at him, he was gone, leaving behind only the money which he promised them.

Luke had put on his underwear and shorts as quickly as he could and ran off while Manny and Earl were getting dressed. He ran without stopping until he made it home, took a hot shower, and then immediately started packing his things. 

He had just paid two unsightly, dirty, homeless men $500 each to fuck and cum in him. He knew where this had landed him, rock bottom. Luke could not stay here a day longer. He knew now who he was, where he wanted to be, and what he wanted to be doing.

ONE YEAR LATER

Luke looked out the window of the car as they entered the driveway of the estate. The last leg of his book tour finished earlier this month. He never expected it to last so long, but then again, he also never expected it to be as successful as it was and for it to shoot him to A-list levels of stardom. 

He was on his way home from the first table read of a RomCom he was recently cast in to co-star alongside an A-list actress. It had gone very smoothly. The script seemed very good and their chemistry was great. It was his first time working on something that was being eyed to be a blockbuster hit though, and would be his first major work as an "A-list" celebrity. There was a lot of pressure on him and it was truly nerve-wracking. He couldn't wait to get inside and unwind.

"Thanks, Jared. There's really good leftover roast beef from last night's catering service. Help yourself to some before heading home, yeah? Have as much as you like, we really overdid the order," Luke said to his chauffeur.

"Jeez, thanks, Mr. Anderson!"

"Dude, how many times have I told you, just call me Luke!" He said with a laugh.

"Sorry, my bad. Luke, it is" Jared replied with a smile, and they both got out of the car.

"Mr. Anderson makes me sound old and pretentious," Luke said as they walked towards the entrance of the house together, with a joking cringe on his face. 

Jared caught his expression and retorted, "Well, most people who can afford a chauffeur are old or pretentious, if not both."

"Well, you're not wrong," Luke said and they shared a giggle while entering the place.

"Alright man, I'll see you tomorrow. I have costume fittings at 8:30 am, so make sure to ring me when you get here. Don't stop until I pick up. I think I'm going to be exhausted and I don't trust myself to wake up on time," Luke said with a charming grin.

"Will do, Mr. Ander - I mean, Luke."

They said their goodbyes and Luke headed upstairs while Jared went to the kitchen. He grabbed the roast beef from the fridge and heated it up in the microwave. Despite being leftover from the night before, it still tasted fucking amazing. He was glad he didn't shy away from the offer. 

Just as Jared was deciding on whether or not he should grab a second helping, he heard thuds coming from the upstairs bedroom. Accompanying the sound of the bed being put through the wringer, was a stream of moans and profanities. This was his cue to head out. He cleaned up after himself and left immediately.

“Poor Luke,” Jared whispered to himself as he drove home on his motorcycle. 

Luke was probably the most attractive guy on the planet. He was also really successful now, and the world was his oyster. And yet, he was incredibly kind and down to Earth. It wasn’t just to Jared though. He’d been Luke’s chauffeur for almost a year now, and during that time, he had seen the guy being pleasant to everyone he worked with. Whether they were powerful people in the industry, or staff and crew, he treated everyone with respect. His success was also his own, not tied to anyone else. So why Luke was doing this, Jared couldn’t understand.
Up in the bedroom, the thuds and moans grew increasingly louder. Luke reveled in the feeling of the cock sliding in and out of him, the blissful sensation of his channel being filled up. The sound of balls slapping against his ass was like music.

"What do you want, boy?" his lover asked.

Luke opened his eyes and looked into the mirror, at the man bending him over and plowing his ass like there was no tomorrow. There he was, Frank Goodwin, in all his walrus-like glory. He was as unsightly as ever. 

Luke was repulsed by the man and was as disgusted with himself now as he was the first time they got together. Though it had been almost a year since Luke came crawling back to Frank after his encounter with the homeless men, he still felt like a depraved person every time he let Frank fuck him, which is almost every single day. He was still not used to the sight of his beautiful self being used, abused, and totally owned by that fat, disgusting old slob. He was not sure he ever would be.

"I'm getting close. What do you want, boy?" bellowed Frank, much more assertive and demanding this time.

Luke met Frank’s eyes in the mirror, and could see them brimming with pride, arrogance, and satisfaction at the fact that the most desired man in the world was bent over and taking his cock despite how horrendous he looked.

Luke smiled.

"Please..." he wholeheartedly begged. "PLEASE CUM IN ME GRANDPA!"

The end.