An incredibly hot dude is riding my cock. He’s posting himself deep. His quads flex as he lifts himself and then they release as he drops down, all the way in. I run my hands up and down his muscular quads and his ripped abs. His cock is rock hard, bobbing up and down with the rhythm of his posting. The best thing is looking up at him and seeing his fucking built up chest, his boulder shoulders and his big, round biceps flex as he fucks himself. His face is intense. His eyes stare down at me. His square jaw is clenched, and his brow is furrowed. He almost looks mean like he’s trying to show me what a tough guy he is. He wants me to know that, yeah, he’s taking a cock in the ass but he’s still all man. To add to his sexy tough exterior is the brown buzz-cut giving him a military look.
I hold on to his waist and I thrust up when he drops his body weight down. That makes him gasp and throw his head back and swear. Fucking hole is so tight. His body is hard, and gym trained. He’s a rough motherfucker who likes his hole abused when he’s with a dude.
He sits down and swivels his pelvis on my cock. It’s like he’s trying to get more of me inside of him. I’ve never seen a dude like him who wants cock so bad. But down-low dudes are usually like this. When they get a chance to fuck, they take it, and they make the most of it. Who knows when the next time will be when they can get cock in their ass?
He leans forward and slaps his hands down onto my chest. His sleeve tattoo on one arm is sexy, and it flexes as he puts his body weight on to his hands, pressing down on my chest.
“Deeper bro. Go deeper,” he growls at me.
I scoff, “Bro, if I went any deeper it would be coming out your throat.”
“Good! Do that.” The look in his eyes was nothing less than hunger and focus.
This dude was a machine. “Christ, bro,” I said in disbelief that he was begging for more after giving him everything I had.
Suddenly, “Fuck!” he said, and it sounded like he was frustrated. I mean, my cock is almost nine-inches. This big dude is just a cock whore, so much so that maybe he needs a twelve-incher.
I smirked at his thick, black metal, wedding ring. It was a very masculine ring, no doubt one that he picked out. No gold or silver for this man. No, black and chunky titanium like a real man would wear. I was starting to think his hole must be made out of titanium too.
I snorted a laugh. “What do you want me to do?” I asked him with sarcasm. “Grow another three inches?”
“Nah, bro,” he said, sounding apologetic. His breath was heavy as he kept posting himself. “Your cock is fucking dope, bro. Nice and thick. Just the way I like them.”
“Ok,” I said amused. I thought it was funny this this big muscle head was so into getting fucked. He just didn’t look like the type. He didn’t look like a stereotypical gay dude at all. He looked like a player, a pussy hound, a dude who would raw dog a chic and then ghost her. He looked like the type that could pick a dude up and throw him around. He was so rugged and aggressive. You would never guess he was gay or whatever he thinks he was. If he was gay, you would expect him to be the type to wear leather and tie you up and then fuck you senseless.
“Sorry.” He sat on me and swiveled again. “I just saw the time. I got to get back. Wife is going to wonder where I am.”
“Of course,” I said with an eyebrow raised. “That’s hot,” I added with a smile.
He smirked. “Yeah, I know, I know. Married, straight dude who likes to get fucked. I get it all the time.”
“It’s even more hot when the dude looks like you.” I held him at the waist. I stopped him and I thrusted up, my ass lifting off the bed. I drilled up into him as hard as I could.
“Fuck yeah, bro. That’s what I’m talking about.” He was breathing so hard, his beautiful smooth body was sweaty. His smooth body was obviously shaved or waxed. It contradicted his ruggedness and tough guy attitude.
“Where do you want me to unload, bro?” I asked him; I was seconds from shooting.
Without hesitation he replied, “Cum in my ass, bro.”
“You sure? You don’t want your wife to find out your leaking cum.”
“Don’t you worry about that. This isn’t my first rodeo. Load me up when you’re ready.”
I started to rabbit-punch his hole with my cock. I was ready to shoot. His look was so intense, so hungry. I slammed up and let loose a huge load into his married ass. When he felt my cum coursing through his body, he shot a load all over my chest and my chin. He fell forward and licked the cum off my face. He licked it off my chest making satisfying noises as he did. It may have been the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“Fuck, I needed that,” he said panting.
“Fucking hot, bro,” I said in awe. “Dude, you are so fucking slutty.”
He sat up, my cock still inside of him. He licked his lips. “Get a dick inside me and I act like a total cunt, bro. Love being a cunt for a hot dude like you. I need more.”
“Damn, you’re a fucking gay top’s dream.”
He smiled. “I get that a lot too.” He leaned forward again and kissed me. It was a passionate, yet aggressive kiss.
“How long are you here for?” I asked him as I stroked his cock which was still hard.
“Another week,” he replied.
“Can you get away again?”
He nodded. “I’ll find a way. I’m on leave. We’re here with another couple. They like all this touristy shit. They know I hate it. I’m more of a hang at the pool and chill with a beer kind of dude. I’m a loner so they won’t think twice about me not going. Maybe I can find a shooting range.”
I laughed. “A shooting range?”
“It relaxes me.” He shrugged his big shoulders.
I nodded my head. “I see,” I said knowingly. “Military or a cop?”
“Both,” he replied.
“Two for one. Lucky me.”
He grinned. “I’d like to find two more of you,” he said slyly.
“Three on one. Damn, bro. You’re just all kinds of slutty, aren’t you?”
“I’m making up for lost time, bro. Just got off a long deployment without a fuck buddy and then came home and had to deal with a bitch wife and a screaming kid. I need dick. And I need it from a real man. I love gay dudes who are masculine and aggressive and know how to punch my nut.”
I guffawed. “Don’t tell me. Marine?”
“Fuck yeah I am,” he said very proudly.
“You just keep getting hotter and hotter by the minute.”
“I get that a lot too.” He grinned again. “Marine slut bottom.” He pulsed his hole around my cock which made my cock respond.
“Keep it up fuck boy and you’ll get another load in that pussy.”
He raised an eyebrow and gave me have a smirk. “You keep talking like that and I’ll never get off your cock.” Of course, the big tough guy likes dirty fuck talk.
We hooked up so quickly that I never even got his name. About thirty minutes ago was the first time I laid eyes on him. He looked to be in his early 30’s, which I liked because I’m only 25 and I like older guys. He sported a buzz cut. His body was insanely muscular and ripped, and not a hair on his body. He was wearing these square-cut red speedos. His ass was so high and tight, and the suit molded to it like a second skin. It was like he was born to wear them. He was with his family, a wife and a kid who looked to be a toddler, in the pool. His wife was pretty, blonde, wearing a bikini. The three of them were splashing in the shallow end of the pool.
I was on a lounge chair trying to read a book when the musclebound, military-looking DILF caught my eye. He caught everyone’s eye when he walked in to the pool area. You couldn’t miss him. Wearing a suit like that, he had to be very comfortable in his masculinity, and it showed in his strut. He didn’t look gay but not many straight dudes wore suits like that. The fact that he was with a woman meant nothing to me. I’d fucked tons of married dudes. I dropped the book and put on my sunglasses so I could take in the new meat without getting caught. I was trying to read him, see if he had any tells. A dude like that, who obviously was a narcissist, loved the attention, had to be into guys at least a little bit.
At times he would look around casually. I decided to test him. I stood up and walked over to an attendant and grabbed a towel that I didn’t need. I just wanted him to see my body. When his eyes got around to me, they stayed there. Because of my mirrored sunglasses, he couldn’t tell if I was looking at him or not. I flaunted my body some more, stretching my arms over my head as if I was working out a kink. I was flexing every muscle in my body, tightening my abs. He stared. I stared. He tried to pay attention to his family, but he kept his head on a swivel. Every chance he could, he would look my way. I decided to throw him a bone, no pun intended, and I raised my sunglasses to the top of my head and stared right at him. I gave him a bro-nod of the head. He gave one back. I casually adjusted my cock in my speedo. It was like he froze up. He nodded again.
I got up and started walking towards the bar. I looked at him and gestured discreetly with my head to meet me. Sure enough, he said something to his wife and got out of the pool. He followed me to an out-of-view spot.
He approached me and my heart raced. He was one, solid, piece of muscle strutting towards me. His sleeve tattoo was sexy as fuck. Suddenly, I was apprehensive because the dude was a beast, and I knew he was a top. I don’t like to bottom at all. I consider myself a top, but he was so butch and masculine acting and looking, for a split second, I considered putting out for him. But just a second.
“Hey,” he said with a nod. He had a nice low, deep voice.
“Hey.”
“You alone?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Wanna fuck?” he asked bluntly.
My eyebrow raised. “Hell yeah.”
He turned around and looked towards the pool. His head spun back around. He became very stern, leaned in and quietly said, “Here’s the deal, bro. I know what I look like to you, but I’m a total bottom. If that’s a problem, tell me now. If not, I like it hard. I like it rough. I like it deep. I’m verbal and I fucking hate condoms.”
I just looked at him with a grin. “Ah, good, you’re a cunt.” He sneered. “You’re good, bro. I’m a top. Hard, rough, and deep are the only way I fuck cunts like you. As you can see, I’m verbal as fuck and I haven’t used a cock sleeve in years. YOU are the cock sleeve today.”
“Fuck yeah,” he whispered and followed me to my room. What he told his wife where he was going, I didn’t know. And I didn’t fucking care.
That leads us back to now. So, we’d been in my room fucking for about thirty-minutes since he left his wife at the pool. He climbed off of me. He pulled on his tight speedo and fixed himself in the mirror. I watched him, his back was wide and mounded with muscle. He had those sexy dimples above his ass. His ass was a work of art; the hottest I’d ever seen or fucked. Then he turned and went to the desk and wrote down his number on some resort stationery.
He showed me the paper and tossed it on the desk. “My number. Text me later. If I can get away, let’s fuck again.”
“Sweet,” I said still laying on the bed naked. My cock was still hard.
“Tomorrow, the wife, kid, and our friends are going into town all day. I’ll have all day to fuck. You in?”
I nodded. “In you. All fucking day.”
He smirked. “Fuck yeah, bro. That’s what I like to hear.”
He came to me, leaned down and we kissed. “Fuck, you’re hot,” he whispered. “Text me.”
“Whoa, wait, fuck boy. What’s your name?”
“Brock.” Of course, it was. Such a butch name for a butch dude. “Fuck boy works too.”
“Troy,” I replied.
Then he left.
I probably should have saved up for later, but I couldn’t help but jack off and spew another load just thinking about him. He was the ultimate dream fuck. He was the epitome of a straight, reserved but aggressive, military man. But in secret, dude was just a huge cum dump. I wondered how many times he had done this. How many times when his wife was around? He could take cock like a pro, so he was no novice. Why the fuck would someone like him marry a chic and have a kid?
I texted him later that evening.
ME: How’s that Marine pussy?”
He didn’t reply for a while, but I waited.
BROCK: My pussy’s wet, you hot fuck.”
He was so blunt, honest, and unashamed at how whorish he sounded. Just a fucking dirty whore.
ME: Then come sit on my face.
BROCK: Give me 30 min. She’s drunk and knocked out. Putting the kid to bed.
ME: I’ll be waiting for your soaking wet pussy, fuck boy. Come to daddy.
BROCK: Fuck. Make that 20 min.
Twenty minutes later he showed up at my door. He was wearing a loose Tommy Bahama button-down shirt and off white, linen shorts, and leather sandals. God damn, he was fucking gorgeous. He slid past me, and I shut the door. He pushed down his shorts, pulled off his shirt, took off his sexy bikini briefs, flopped down on the bed, and lifted his legs and spread them wide.
My eyes were wide. “What a fucking whore,” I hissed. He knew what he wanted, and he had no qualms about showing it like a whore would.
I stripped. He watched me as he held his legs up by his ankles. His smooth, tan hamstrings were ripped with corded muscle. Again, I saw the wedding ring on his finger, and I took a breath.
He lowered a hand down between his legs and pushed in a finger. He fucked himself and in a low, gravelly whisper said, “Put your cunt-splitter in my pussy, Troy. Come on, bro. Need it so bad. Need you to split open my cunt, bro.” The fact that a dude like him kept referring to his hole as a cunt was enough to send me into dominate top mode. He kept spewing fuck talk until I was between his legs, aimed my cock and rammed inside of him. There was no going easy with this cunt.
He threw his head back and howled out. “FUUUCK!” He looked up at me. “That’s it, bro. Beat my pussy to hell.”
Every time he opened his mouth, I swear, made my cock harder, if that were possible. Like I said, there was no going easy with him. I immediately went into power top headspace. I slammed into him so hard, the smack of skin on skin echoed, his grunts were heavy and loud. His square jaw was clenched, and his race was beet red. A vein popped out on his forehead from the strain of trying to take my fuck punches. His legs spread wider. I leaned forward and stuck my tongue into his mouth.
I sat back up and snarled at him. “Fucking sloppy, muscle, pussy. Big fucking Marine stud on his back, legs spread like a paid whore, begging for another dude’s cum. Fucking Marine faggot.”
He swallowed hard and licked his lips. “That’s it, bro. I’m just a big, fucking jacked up, Marine, fag hole. Fuck me harder.”
I chuckled and I fucked him harder than I had ever fucked any dude in my life. I tried to annihilate his hole. I have to admit, he took it, and he took it well. As tight as his ass was, you would think a dude as slutty as him would be loose as fuck.
I grabbed his ankles, and I spread his legs wider. “Fucking you like you fuck your wife, faggot.”
“Oh, fuck yes, bro. Fuck me like that,” he said, his voice was breathy and gravelly.
“Fucking you just like you did when you knocked her up.”
He gasped. “Knock me up! Do it! Fucking knock me up like a bitch!”
That did it for me. It couldn’t get any hotter than that. A fucking gorgeous, rugged, jacked Marine on his back getting railed up the ass and begging to be fucked like a bitch. I brought his legs together, put them on my shoulders, and I leaned down until his knees were almost touching his ears. I got nose to nose, eye to eye with him and I screamed in his face as I unloaded what felt like a gallon of sperm into his Marine pussy. “FUUUCKING CUNT!”
His eyes were wide from being twisted like a pretzel and the scream in his face was an added bonus for him. He tried to say something, but his knees were by his ears. He was folded in half, his air supply greatly reduced. But I knew by the way he was trembling that he was cumming all over himself. He was cumming all over himself while getting his ass handed to him by another dude.
I stayed inside of him and let his legs spread and fall to my sides. I kissed him aggressively. His hands running through my hair.
“Fucking, Marine, cum dump, cunt,” I growled in his face again. “You got what you needed.”
He shook his head. “Nuh uh. I need more. You fucking rearranged my guts, bro.”
“That was the plan,” I said. I was still inside of him. I put my forehead on his. “I’m gonna tear you up before you go home. Your pussy will be leaking cum the whole flight back.”
He gasped. “God damn it. I’ve been fucked by a lot of dudes, big dudes, tough dudes, other Marines, but not only can you fuck a bitch, you know exactly how to talk to me.”
I kissed him, he wrapped his arms around my neck. We made out for a long time. I stayed inside him and slowly sawed in and out of his hole.
I whispered to him, “You a little bitch?”
He nodded. “I’m such a bitch, bro.”
“You a cock whore?”
He nodded again. “Got to have it all the time.”
“You a slutty fuck boy for men like me who know how to cunt a pussy like you?”
“Fuck yes, bro. You’re a real man. I’m just a bitch.”
“Good boy. You know your place.”
“I know exactly where my place is. On the bottom.”
I sat up and slowly thrust into his hole. He spread his legs out. “I’m not done with you tonight. But I don’t want to ruin your pussy for tomorrow. I’m gonna make love to you, Marine. Then I’m sending you back to your drunk bitch wife. You’re gonna climb into bed, your pussy leaking my cum, and you’re gonna dream about me.”
“Sir, yes, sir,” he said, and he said it like it was real. Like I was his commanding officer.
“Good boy, Marine.” I fucked him again, this time for longer, and slower. I made out with him the whole time we fucked. I came in him as I kissed him. After we were done, we showered. I fucked him again in the shower. Then he dressed and left. I went to bed and jacked off one more time before falling into a nice, deep sleep.
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