Getting Stuffed
I had fallen asleep almost immediately after Ben left, naked in the bed, the taste of his cum still in my mouth. It was dark in this bedroom in the basement of my best friend’s house, and quiet once the sounds of footsteps disappeared, making it easy to drift off.
I had drifted off to sleep thinking about Mark, Sandra’s brother. She was my best friend from university, and I had been invited to her house. Not long after I arrived, I had sucked him off, her hot military brother. And just before bed, her beast of a dad had fucked me and fed me his cum before he drank down mine with the promise to return in the morning. I had gone to sleep with a smile, and now I was stirring awake, my cock was ready for more as I felt my own erection against my legs.
It must have been the door to my bedroom opening that made me open my eyes. I had heard the sounds of the basement door while I was still asleep, nudging me to begin to wake up. I heard the creak of the stairs as if it was part of a dream, encouraging me to open my eyes.
And then the bedroom door opened, and I blinked a couple times, turning to see the outline of that large built body appear, shirtless, in a pair of lounge pants, walking barefoot towards the bed, closing the door behind him.
The outline of Ben’s body moved towards me fast, the sight of his big pecs on display made me push the covers down with my feet as I scrambled to welcome him into the bed. I could see the outline of his cock hanging loose and free behind the thin material, already tenting the side of his light blue pj bottoms. And when I looked up to his face, his mouth open, his eyes glaring at me as he stepped up to the bed, I was wide awake and ready for him, naked like he instructed.
His hands grabbed my face and our lips crashed together in a frenzied kiss, mouths open, tasting one another again. Our moans escaped as my hands went under his arms and up his back, feeling his hot skin and muscles as we made out hungrily. He moved me backwards, back onto the bed, falling onto me, crushing me with the weight of his mighty body. I could feel his cock hard, poking into me, wanting me.
“Oh my God.” I whispered, feeling him crawling over me.
“Fuck boy,” He said in between kisses, “I couldn’t wait.”
His mouth moved down my body, over my pecs, kissing and biting at my nipples as my hands roamed over his shoulders. “Did you sleep?” I asked, seeing his eyes lift up as his face moved to mine again as if he didn’t want to stop kissing me.
His tongue dove into my mouth again, covering me in a wide open kiss, devouring my face practically as he moved my body upwards with his legs and his hands pulled at the pj pants around his waist, pushing them lower, freeing his big cock.
“Hardly.” His mouth went downward again, kissing my neck and shoulders as his muscular legs worked to free themselves from his pj’s. “Is this okay?” He moved down further, grabbing my hands and wrapping his fingers around mine as his face brushed beside my erection, his tongue darting out to lick down the hard shaft to under my balls. I lifted my ass instinctively as he lowered his head, licking me, spitting into my ass, licking me again before returning up to my face and letting go of my hands to grip my face again.
“God yes!” I hissed as my hands went down his back and felt the muscles flexing as he moved around my body. My fingers moved over the smoothness of his round butt, my feet assisting with pushing the light cotton pants downward so he could free his big feet at last. He lifted his hips, and I felt the slap of his hard cock against my abs. Without waiting, Ben shoved my legs open with his, lifting my one leg up with one hand as he spit into his other.
“I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you right now.” He whispered gruffly, taking hold of his cock and slapping it at my hole. He held me in his grip around my ankle, almost sideways to his body as he rocked back on his knees, his pants discarded to the side of the bed as he bent his thick leg up and planted a foot beside me. He gripped his cock in his fist, that big head hard and thick. He dripped more spit over the head, rubbed it with his thumb and then aimed it again at my waiting hole.
I groaned as he pushed, my ring resisting the invasion. He backed up and dove in again and again, pushing with more force each time until it forced its way in. I watched his muscled torso elongate as he sunk into me, both of us trying to be as quiet as possible, our mouths open as we reunited once again.
“Fuck!” I breathed out, feeling my ass open wide for him, feeling his dick dig its way inside me and punch my guts deep. His grip tightened around my ankle before he put in on his shoulder and he leaned over me, that solid, muscled frame coming over me, his lips finding mine as he sunk all the way in.
I gripped his ass with both hands, pulling him in further. “Fuck me Daddy!” I moaned into his ear as he buried his face into my neck.
He grunted into me and started to move. “Yeah boy. Daddy’s going to fuck you alright.”
We didn’t speak after that and tried not to make too much noise as he began to pound me hard, deep, furiously, passionately, intensely. This was better than the shower. Ben was dry, his body seemed harder, and bigger, overpowering me. His hands were constantly moving, holding my arms down, or grabbing my pecs, or feeling my own bare skin as his body worked over me. I had no words to describe the feeling, this need to fuck, this need to hump mercilessly, this need to join our bodies together. I forgot about Mark, his son, and taking his load. It was his dad I truly wanted. That I needed.
“I’m not going to last long boy.” Ben whispered in my ear as his mouth roamed over my cheeks, my neck, my ear. His panting was increasing, his breath hot on me. I opened my mouth taking in his tongue whenever it passed by while I clung to his body, wrapped my legs around his broad back, and hooked my feet just over his ass. I didn’t care how long he fucked me. He was inside me again, already, and I was going to be here for another two days.
“Do it. Breed me this time Daddy. I want it inside me.” I whispered back, between grunts as he relentlessly drilled me hard. I was seeing stars, trying not to groan, my hands now raking up his ass, over his back, digging into his flesh as he rammed his cock in and out of me.
He arched up, pushing himself up on the palms of his hands and pushed my legs up further with his knees. “Fuckin’ look at you.” He panted, staring down at me, lifting one hand to smack my pec as he thrusted into me. His chest heaved, his abs elongated as I kept my legs locked around him.
Both of his hands went under my thighs and he pulled me upward, back into him. I lifted myself off the bed, aiming my body upwards as he held me, pumping my ass even harder for a few minutes before he collapsed on me again, smothering me with that smooth solid body. His arms went around me, his knees went up around me as he bent my body into his.
“Gonna give you my love now boy.” He breathed into my ear, kissing me gently as just his hips moved slowly, grinding into me, making love to me. “You wanna be mine?”
“Oh my God yes!” I moaned, before a hand clamped over my lips.
“Shhhh.” He whispered, his nose beside mine, his lips softly kissing my cheek as his movements increased, his waist gyrating into me in a steady pulse, my fingers gripping his shoulders, drawing blood as his powerful body held me so tight I could barely breathe.
He started to grunt, directly into my ear. I could feel the beating of his heart against my chest. His cock seemed to swell and throb more. His grunts grew and he squeezed me in his arms, my body enveloped in his. I felt my breath catch as he groaned and shoved his cock deep in me, holding us both still for a moment as he flooded my ass.
He shook a bit, and then repeated the action, ramming his dick deep and holding us still as he unloaded more. I dug my fingers into his back, feeling my own cock squished between our hard bodies. The fifth time Ben unleashed in me, I felt my cock join him, the friction of his thick muscles pushing onto my shaft, making me explode with him. It was like our bodies were in sync, grabbing each other tight in a near silent eruption.
My back was off the bed, Ben pushing up upwards on the final, ninth eruption when his mouth clamped over mine and his tongue was invading my throat. Our kissing grew louder as my body lowered back onto the bed with his, the entire weight of him now on me as he stretched his legs out and covered me.
He pulled me over, rolling onto his back, his cock slipping out of me as I found myself on top of him, cum leaking down my front. He groaned, seeing it, and his big hands moved up my abs and rubbed it into me before he brought his fingers to my mouth and fed me my own juices.
“Fuck boy. Did I fuck it out of you?” He growled a bit, feeding me more. “I could stay here all night and fuck you again.” He moaned in a whisper, pulling me down into his lips again. For such a brute he was a passionate guy. I felt his legs bending, his fingers probing into my leaking ass, and as he rolled me sideways, I thought he would fuck me again.
Instead, he pushed himself away from me and off the bed, naked, his dick still thick and hard and dripping with cum. I watched his ass disappear into the bathroom and heard water running. I splayed my body out on the strange bed like a starfish, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about his wife upstairs, his son and daughter up there too. And for the first time, I felt odd about this situation.
He returned with a cloth, his smooth body shiny from the quick clean. He handed me the cloth and looked for his bottoms, stepping into them quickly, his eyes always on me, his face wide in a grin.
I didn’t say a word as he knelt over me and kissed me again, mussing up my hair with his big mitt. “I wish I could cuddle up with your little muscle body.” He smacked my hip lightly and stood up.
I pushed the covers aside and scootched over to one side of the bed. “So get in here big guy. It’s still early enough, isn’t it?”
He hesitated for a second, before he practically jumped into the bed, yanking the covers over his body as he grabbed me and pulled me into him. We were face to face, our legs suddenly entwined, his arm under me as I curled up into him. It felt amazing to feel his big body all around me, and I smiled into his chest, thinking about last weekend and falling asleep in Mac’s big arms in my small bed in my dorm. Big blonde Mac, the offensive lineman for our university football team. But here I was with my best friend’s father, Ben Olsen, a 50 year old steel worker, holding me so gently while his family slept upstairs.
I felt my smile slowly fade as I wondered what the hell I was doing here with my BEST FRIEND’S FATHER.
“This is nice.” He whispered over my head, kissing the top like he did to Sandra the night before, running his hand over my hair as he held me even closer. It was nice, I thought. But then my head started to take over and reality started to set in.
He was the father of my best friend. I had just sucked his son off the day before. He was leaving his wife soon and his kids didn’t even know. So where could this really go as I had two more years to go in school some three hours away?
I played with the short hairs on his arm around me as I felt my whole life flashing before me. His big hand began to rub my arm as his knee settled in between my legs. My brain was going faster than the situation, but I realized I wasn’t looking for fucks any longer. THIS felt nice because I wanted MORE than just quick fucks with unattainable guys. I’ve had my fair share. I wanted more. And it was time I started to admit that to these guys I let inside me.
Aaron wasn’t ready to admit he was gay, or even bi. Stefan had found a relationship with his crush Brett, but not me. The Professor was wrong since I was his student. At least that’s what I kept telling myself. And now Mac, who obviously didn’t want anyone to know about us, which had me running for the first cocks I could taste this weekend.
So what the fuck did I want?
I drifted off surrounded by Mr. Olsen’s massive body. He was spooning me, his one arm under my head, his other wrapped over my shoulder. My smaller butt wiggled up against his cock between his legs, our feet and legs tangled underneath the sheets. It felt so nice that I immediately fell asleep.
When I woke to a sound somewhere in the house, I noticed I was alone in the bed, and Ben was gone. I turned my head sideways to see the empty bed, covers pulled away. My door was closed, but so was the door from my bedroom to the bathroom. I could see the light from the bottom of the door, and heard the shower running, the sounds of splashing from a distance. I sat up, noticing I was still naked, and crawled out of the bed. I was already horny again for Mr. Olsen, and figured I’d get more of what I could while the house still slept.
Except when I opened the door and moved to the shower it wasn’t Ben Olsen in there: it was his son Mark.
I froze, stopping short as I realized I was completely naked as Mark turned around in the shower and saw me. He froze too, but he didn’t seem as surprised as I was. He gave me the look I knew far too well, and let a hand move to his slightly thickening cock hanging between his legs. His eyes moved down my naked body, noticing my semi erection, and opened the shower door.
“Join me before everyone gets up.” He grinned, water running down his face and body, his hand now overtly stroking his cock.
This was the fist time I had seen his body, and it was indeed in tip top shape. The only view I had before was of his legs and his cock, but now his upper body was on display. He wasn’t as big and beefy as his father, but he was almost as tall, but more toned. He had that same thin line of dark hair from his cock to his navel that went straight up his 6 pack abs, with a light amount of hair surrounding his pecs that was now wet and plastered on his body. His legs looked ripped under the water with the splashes accentuating his fine looking toes. He hadn’t shaved his face yet, and his morning scruff looked exceptionally sexy as his hair flattened on his head. I could see a younger Ben in him easily.
He took a step out of the shower and grabbed my arm and pulled me in so fast that I bumped into his body under the hot water. He looked down at me, not moving away and sort of turned me around so I could get under the water. His hands suddenly moved over me as if to help get me wet and I shivered at this touch. It wasn’t a soft caress like his father; more of a rough manhandling as he turned me to get me wet.
I didn’t know what to expect, or what to do. I had only blown him the day before without any reciprocation whatsoever. And now, here he was, pulling me into his naked body, looking down at me waiting for me to make the first move. And all I could think about was his Dad’s cum still inside my ass.
He moved us closer, pulling me into his body so our cocks touched, making us both look down.
“You cool?” he asked, meeting my eyes as I looked up at him. His lips were so close, but I wasn’t expecting a passionate kiss from him.
I nodded, and found the use of my hands again, which reached out to touch him. He was solid, my hands spreading sideways across his pecs slowly as if this was the first time I had touched a guy. I felt his hands move over my shoulders and down my back, to the rump of my ass as he pulled me into him, pushing his cock into mine and grinding us together.
I opened my mouth and swished around some hot water to rid my morning taste and spit it right out onto his chest, making him laugh and squeeze me harder, sliding his hands down over my ass and then leaning over my shoulder. I thought he actually might want to kiss me, so I turned sideways. My eyes were so close to his cheek, his lips were at my shoulder as his hands moved around my jock ass, his fingers suddenly exploring, and I clenched, afraid he’d discover his own DNA sliding out of me.
“You wanna suck my cock again?” he breathed out, turning slightly to me. I saw his eyes look at my lips, and I thought maybe he might dive in. The weird thought of comparing the way he kissed to his father entered my brain, but he stood up again and took a step back to show me how hard he was now.
I slid down instinctively, sliding down those big curvy legs to his wide feet and came face to face with his dripping wet cock. I grabbed it and slid it in my mouth, hearing the low sound of his exhale as his hands surrounded my wet face. This was all too familiar as just the night before, I was in this very shower, in this very position, sucking the cum out of his father’s dick. And Mark’s dick looked a lot like his father’s.
He didn’t wait for me to adjust, just held my face in his hands and started to push his cock all the way down my throat. It seemed he too decided he was in a hurry, lest anyone wake up and wonder where we were. He gripped me by the ears and started to face fuck me as I grabbed his thick quads and held on to take it.
He didn’t say a word, just moved his body back and forth, allowing me some reprieve every now and then so I wasn’t gagging or choking on it. I changed from my squat position to my knees and then put my hands on the floor by his feet.
“Yeah.” He growled softly and started to feed me his cock again. I took it like the pro I had become, but the entire time I kept flashing back to the sensual pounding I had hours earlier from this guy’s father. Mark was out to cum however and fucked my throat hard. Ben was out for something more last night and had fucked my ass with a deeper longing.
I felt Mark’s fingers tighten and I looked up with tears in my eyes from the assault he was giving my throat to see him staring up at the ceiling, every muscle tensing in his body as he pulled out with one hand while he held my head with the other. He let his jaw hang open as he jerked his cock at my face, digging his fingers into my head as he unloaded all over me and the shower floor. He spasmed but held me still and I watched the torrents of clear liquid spill from the tip of his cock. I opened my mouth, my tongue hanging out like a puppy, and he took the hint and drove it into me hard, making me gag a bit as the rest of his cum poured down my throat. I think he bruised the back of my throat as I choked and moved backwards.
He let go of me and took a step back under the water, rinsing off his hands, turning his head up under the stream, leaving me to watch the clumps of cum pool around his smooth feet and down the drain before I stood up.
Mark gave me a sexy grin and wiped his face and then tugged at his cock, looking down at it to make sure it was squeaky clean before he gave me another look. He stepped sideways and I went under the stream, first rinsing out my mouth again as he moved behind me.
I looked over my shoulder as he took in my backside, a noticeably satisfactory smile on his face before he spoke. “Do you suck a lot of cock? Or do you do other things too?”
I turned around so I could finally rinse my ass under the water and grabbed some soap from the tray to the side, squirting some on my hands. Mark looked at the soap and held out his own hand for me to squirt some of the liquid soap into his.
I shrugged as innocently as I could, pushing the fact that his father had cum twice in the last 12 hours at my services. “I do other things too.”
“Oh yeah?” He stepped forward after scrubbing his hands together and surprisingly, moved them to my shoulders and began to soap up my body. “You’re one jacked little dude. You ever been fucked by a big cock?”
His interest surprised me, but not as much as his intrigue in my body as he turned me around and started to soap up my back.
I glanced at him over my shoulder with as sexy as a grin as I could muster under the water. “Yeah.”
Mark’s eyebrow went up as he studied my body, his hands now massaging my lower half, until they purposefully went to my round ass. His fingers danced around my cheeks carefully but with a definite mission. “Yeah? You like it? You like taking it up the ass?”
I knew there was no way he was going to try now after I sucked him off. “I do.”
Mark’s fingers probed in between my cheeks, looking at it carefully, spreading them wide and finding my hole. His fingers teased me, moving around the ring but never finding the centre until his eyes looked up at me. “You’ve got a hot ass bro. Do you like getting fucked hard?”
And then his finger moved in between me again and found my entrance. I breathed in deeply as he pressed into me a bit in a circle, rather roughly, like he was fingering a woman. “Why? You wanna try it?” I noticed his cock was still sort of thick and I suddenly regretted the taunt, thinking he just might with the look in his eye and the way he was investigating my ass.
“What if I did? Would you let me?” He was staring at me, without a trace of the smile anymore. He grabbed his still thick cock and started smacking my ass with it, the sound of his heavy dick echoing in the shower.
Well, I just let your father fuck me, so I guess, like father like son huh? I suddenly thought. “Don’t you have a girlfriend for that?”
His eyes glared at me and he didn’t say anything for a moment, his mouth was sort of hanging open like a mouth breather would. Then he looked down again at my ass and gave it a strong slap, water splashing from the sting of it. “She doesn’t like it too rough. And she certainly doensn’t suck a dick like you bro. But you,” he slapped it again with his cock again, and then his hand. “You look solid enough to take a nice pounding.” He then pushed his hips into me, grabbing me firmly by the waist and pulled me backwards into his body where he simulated a couple hard thrusts. More water splashed off me and I braced myself against the shower wall, suddenly worried he was going to try for round two. This army stud wanted to take out all his macho training on me right here in the shower while his family slept upstairs.
“I’ve thought about it a lot actually.” He admitted, surprising me by letting go of my waist and stepping back again under the shower beside me, looking down at me with a totally different look again. He rinsed himself off again, tugging at his thick cock as he stared upwards with his eyes closed, giving me the chance to step aside and rinse myself off quickly.
“Well, we’ll see.” I went to the shower door, but he grabbed my arm and held me from leaving.
“You’re not going to say anything to anyone are you?” he cocked his head sideways and clenched his jaw. I think he might have continued with a stronger threat had I not shook my head right away.
“Why would I? I’ve got my own secrets to keep buddy.” I felt his grip lessen and he let go, allowing me to step out of the shower and grab the first towel I could see. He stayed under the stream for a bit, staring at me as I dried myself off before he finally turned it off and the room was suddenly quiet.
He stepped out proud as can be, and he had a lot to be proud of. But truth be told, I was more into his father’s body and the experience that went along with it. I had a sudden shall we say, turn OFF where it came to Mark Olsen.
It furthered when he slapped my ass again as I went to leave. “Be good now. And if you want me to fuck the shit out of you, you know where to find me. As long as you can be quiet and not wake the entire house.” His grin was downright evil.
I flopped down on the bed and listened to him in the next room. He didn’t come in when he left, just went right up the stairs. I got lost in tracking the footsteps above, and decided I best get up and try my best to act normally around this family.
But that was very hard to do when the first person I ran into upstairs was the patriarch of the family in the kitchen, in a tight tank top and those same blue PJ bottoms he had on when I saw him last. At least this time I could see there was underwear underneath keeping things tucked away. But the way those pj’s hugged his round beefy ass and the way the hems of the legs fell over his big feet and the way that tank top outlined every rippling muscle made it hard to just say good morning.
I think he too was caught off guard, standing there looking guilty in the kitchen with his coffee cup in his hand. He stared at me for a brief second, then moved to me fast and pulled me into the kitchen, turning me to face him. He set his coffee cup down and yanked me further into the dining room off the kitchen and pushed me against the wall and then grabbed my face and kissed me, hard.
I felt his body against mine, his breath through his nose and his low soft groans as we made out in secret. I grabbed his thick wrists and hung on to him as he pressed his crotch into me, showing me the hard package he was concealing.
“I’ve been thinking about you all morning, and how much I want to fuck you again already.” He whispered into my ear as he embraced me tightly. This man was a surprise for such a beastly looking guy, showing such passion to me after just meeting me. Talk about your repressed sexuality! I thought to myself as I found my hands on his perfect hunky ass.
I kissed him this time, standing up on my tiptoes before we finally pulled away, afraid of getting lost in the moment and getting caught. I took a step back, looking at him looking at me, licking our lips, both probably thinking the same thing.
“Sorry I had to leave without a morning romp. I heard Mark come down and panicked.” He glanced back into the kitchen and I let my eyes roam over his big body. “I was going to go shower and was hoping we could fool around again.”
Again in the shower? This was turning out to be one clean family.
I shook my head. “Mark knows I’m up.”
Ben rubbed his stubble and nodded. “Ok. I’ll figure out something but FUCK!” He gave a sort of stage whisper and came at me again and kissed me, literally taking my breath away in his big hands. “I need to be inside you again you sexy little beast.” He moaned into me, breathing his hot breath on me before he stepped back and tugged at his crotch. “I can’t believe you’re here. After I spotted your sexy face in that Tim Horton’s, I have jerked off many times thinking about breeding your hot little ass. And here you are.”
I stood there practically panting, feeling my still full of cum cock hard in my own underwear as I took in the sheer size of him, and he was calling ME a beast! This man could pick me up and toss me around the room easily. Yet unlike his son, there was no hint of a hard pounding yet. Ben Olsen was all passion.
After meeting him less than 24 hours ago, I was already feeling something.
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