Hooking Up Sisters Ex-Boyfriend.
Cory scrolled NightFling – horny. As usual. He’d been extra so recently. He’d also been stressed. He was sure there was a correlation. He thought about going cruising again but didn’t want to get in his car and drive either. He just wanted to unlock his door, whip his cock out, turn off the lights and let some anonymous mouth take care of him.
So he turned on Mask Mode on the app. There were no photos or names, no stats. Pure virtual cruising. Never knew what you were going to get. Dangerous? Sure. Thrilling? Absolutely.
He sent out a ping, letting the others on the map know he was looking.
Wanting to fuck a tight ass! The note said.
Within moments he got a reply, he sat stroking his cock as he turned off the lights with his phone. He told the man on the other end of the app his apartment number and address.
Cory got up to unlock the door and returned to his couch, taking off all of his clothing while doing so.
He waited.
About ten minutes later he heard the light knock and then the door opened. A small sliver of light jumped in before the door was quickly shut and locked.
The hook up wasted no time, crossing the living room in two steps and falling to his knees.
He practically threw Cory’s stroking hand across the room as he throated the thickness in one swift dip of his head. He mewed as he tightened his lips, his throat, his hands around Cory’s balls.
Cory’s body nearly exploded. His toes curled as he arched into the anonymous man’s mouth. Pushing his cock further down. It felt soooooo good. He could feel his cock flex in the tight and warm throat. He grabbed a fistful of the man’s hair and started pulling him up and down.
“Gawk! Gawk! Gawk!” He groaned as Cory brought him to the tip and forced him down in a rapid motion. Snot and spit flowed from the sides of his mouth and his nose as he was filled with the smell of Cory’s crotch. A musk with a woody, soap top note.
“Fuck that feels good. Fuck yeah. Oh god.” Cory moaned under his breath as he kept up the speed. The man braced himself on Cory’s thighs, squeezing and massaging them as they moaned in symphony. Cory started rolling his hips up and down as he grabbed the man’s chin, “Start fingering yourself.” He commanded; he obeyed.
In the darkness the anonymous man reached back and began to finger and play with his ass. Softly at first to match Cory’s new rhythm then he began to go a bit faster as Cory began to ram his cock up into the mans face. His pubes collided with his nose, smashing it, with each new thrust.
“Mmm.” Cory growled. He could feel the heat and tightness start to build. He held his new fucktoys ears and pulled out to the tip. He angled his face up to face him, “You ready for this dick?” He asked the dark face. He could barely make out features.
“Mhm.” He moaned a response as he sunk slowly back down on the cock, wriggling his tongue inside his mouth. It elicited a shudder of appreciation from Cory.
“Shit” Cory growled again as he pushed the man up, “Bend over.” He switched positions with the man. In the dark only able to make out the shape of his fleshy, plump ass. It was round and soft. It felt warm in Cory’s hands as he spread the cheeks apart and instinctively homed in on the hole awaiting his tongue.
He pressed his nose to it and took in the scent. It was intoxicating. It smelled lightly of soap but had the attractive stench of the day to it. Cory flicked his tongue out and the silence that had settled was broken by the man bent over his couch in the darkness of his living room.
Cory just hoped his roommate didn’t come home. Oh well if he did.
Cory began to service the hole in front of him, sealing his lips around it and piercing it with his tongue. The stranger began stroking himself as Cory worked away. He curled and uncurled, stretched and retracted his tongue. Spelled his name, the alphabet, began reciting poetry into the man cunt in front of him.
“Ohhh, god.” Stranger moaned. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but Cory was too involved in his job to recall.
Cory pushed his thumb into the mans pussy while he kept lapping away like a dog on a hot summer day. He moaned and savored the taste, stroking himself. He couldn’t wait any longer.
“I’m about to tear this up.” He announced as he entered the proper position, lining his head up with the soaking wet pussy. He brought a hand down and the echo from the slap almost drowned out the moan. Almost.
Cory pressed forward.
“Oh,” Stranger whined.
Cory pressed in another inch, the hole splitting easily to let him in. His cocks head popped inside and it vacuumed shut, nearly sucking him in the rest of the way.
“Oh…” They both moaned.
“Fuck…” Cory growled as he pushed himself in all the way. Stranger would’ve cried in pleasure had Cory not pulled out and thrust back in as he used one hand to push his head into the cushion, the other holding his hips tightly. Cory’s fingers curled around the flesh as he pumped in and out. Stranger shook with each collision. Cory gripped tighter as Stranger started to rock back to meet the thrusts.
A cacophony of sound and obscene words filled the room, heat and sweat followed. The smell of sex and man stuck to the walls, rug, couch cushion as Stranger began to leak a steady flow of precum.
“Fuck you’re so tight. So fucking – tight – fuck!” Cory thrusts forward with each word.
“Harder, please harder.” Strangers vaguely familiar voice begged as he kept stroking himself. He could feel his heat rising, balls tightening as they swung from the transfer of kinetic energy.
Cory’s own balls swung, slapping against his own thighs and Strangers balls. Cory could feel his cum building up in them. Getting ready to explode and spill into the cunt in front of him.
“Fuck I’m close. I’m close Cory!” Stranger groaned, then froze. Hoping Cory wouldn’t catch it.
He almost didn’t. almost.
Cory froze, mid-thrust, and grabbed for his phone. He turned the lights on. “Scott!” He exclaimed, cock still buried halfway inside.
“Cory I -” Scott didn’t how to respond. He had turned to face him.
Scott was his younger sister’s ex-boyfriend. He was eighteen, maybe nineteen now and Cory had no clue that he was gay, or bi, or whatever it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was on the receiving end of Cory’s cock.
“Scott, what the fuck?” He asked, still not moving. Fighting not to move forward.
When Scott noticed this, he smirked. Inched back. “Come on, you don’t want to stop do you?” He tempted Cory in a sultry tone.
“I…” He trailed off as he felt Scott squeeze his cock with his anal walls. “I don’t…oh fuck…” Scott had inched back and buried Cory to the hilt again.
“I’m so close, you are too. Let’s just finish daddy?” Scott pulled his hips forward.
“Don’t tell ANYONE about this.” Cory reached forward and buried Scott’s face in the cushion with one hand and grabbed his shoulder with the other.
“OH FUCK!” Scott yelled into the fabric as Cory began to jackhammer into Scott.
“How long you been planning this huh, you little slut?” He yanked Scott back by the hair, his cock pulsing as he drew closer and closer.
“Since I saw you shirtless mowing the lawn a few years ago!” Scott wailed.
“Fucking whore!” Cory slammed into Scott, hitting his prostate and causing Scott to explode all of the floor and couch. Streams and volleys of cum splattering all over the place.
“Oh god Cory! Oh my God!” He cooed.
“That’s right bitch, cum for me! Fucking cum while I fuck you, you little slut! Huh! You’re just a fucking hole aren’t you!” Cory kept going, his own orgasm close. Building in pressure.
“Oh god yes. I’m your hole. Just a hole for you daddy!” Scott cried, cumming again. A fresh orgasm washing over him, sending a new pool of cum onto the floor. He began dripping now like a leaky faucet.
“Fuck!” Cory exclaimed as Scott tightened around him, pulling him in. It was too much.
Scotts velvet cock sleeve pulled Cory’s orgasm out of him.
Cory began painting Scotts insides, his liquid pouring into the man. They both tightened up and froze as Cory’s spurts coated the walls with thickness and creamy, pearly liquid. Scott felt that the volume of the eruption was too much. It bloated him and he could practically feel it sloshing inside him as Cory kept humping him, churning the cum inside his pussy into a frothy mess that leaked onto the couch.
“Fucking hell. Oh god Cory,” Scott panted.
“Don’t tell a fucking soul about this.” Cory withdrew and thrust back forward. Still hard. “I’m not done.” He threatened before he kept fucking Scott mercilessly.
"Ungh! Yes sir!" His head fell back and his tongue flopped out of his mouth as Cory hooked him with his thumb, pistoning in and out. The wet, sloppy sound of a used hole bouncing around the room.
A/N: Just a heads up for anyone not subscribed to my patreon, but for any fans of Haven (one of my other stories) I've decided to cancel it/put it on hiatus. I just can't figure out what to do with it so I've decided to shelve it so if I ever figure it out I can revist. Also I'd like to apologize for being MIA for so long. I have been going through a lot of personal stuff that just made it kind of hard to keep up with my writing.
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