A Twisted-Talez story
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“Was it a big load today?” My furry, muscular, lunchtime hookup Davis told me upon entering my bathroom, his big, spent swinging between his hairy thighs. Davis watched in amusement as I perched upon the toilet, jettisoning his massive load into the toilet bowl.

“Yeah,” I affirmed, unrolling a wad of toilet paper and wiping up my cummy hole with it. “You dumped like a gallon of in me today.”

“I thought you like when I dump my babies in you, pouring gallons of into your cummy hole!” he laughed. “You’re always begging to be bred.”

“Sure, but I have to go back to work now,” I reminded him, standing up and flushing his DNA down the toilet. “And I don’t need your babies leaking from my used hole while I’m sitting at my desk all afternoon.”

“My bad,” he laughed, stepping up to the toilet bowl, letting loose his golden stream into it. “But I can’t help that your sweet is so good at milking a big load outta my balls.”

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Davis and I worked for different companies, but in the same office building. I had seen him around in the lunch room and the elevator, and always thought he was cute as . But the wedding band on his left hand prohibited me from making a move. That is, until a year ago when we both happened to be side by side at urinals in the men’s room.

“Jesus, you’re hung,” I exclaimed boldly, glancing over at his big as he pissed. “Your wife is a lucky woman.”

“I wish she felt that way,” he laughed, jiggling that big piece of meat with his right hand, shaking off the last few golden drops before stuffing it back into his pants. “It’s always been too much for her. I’m lucky if she opens her legs for me once a month.”

“Damn,” I sympathized. “If you were my man, my legs would be open for you every night, begging for you to me with that big thing.”

And then it happened in a blur, Davis pushing me into a toilet stall, locking the stall door as I dropped my pants and presented my ass to him. It hurt like . He spat upon his huge just briefly before ramming that thick rod up my eager ass. Mercifully, he came fast, dumping a big load in me. We quickly separated, not wanting to get caught. Davis asked me to meet him in the same stall at the same time the next day.

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It became a lunchtime ritual for us, fucking in the men’s room. I started keeping a small bottle of lube in my desk, always ready to give up my ass to him. But we nearly got busted one day, Davis’s big buried up my ass while some nosy guy tried to peek in at us through the crack in the stall door. After that, we moved our lunchtime fucks to my apartment, and the comfort of a bed.

The bed completely changed our dynamic. Instead of taking his big while I was bent over a toilet, Davis could finally me missionary. With my legs wrapped around his meaty ass, his big railing my bowels, it wasn’t long before he began to kiss me while we fucked—deeply, passionately.

Breaking the number one rule between buds, I had fallen hard for Davis. I knew loving him was futile, unrequited. He had a wife and, thus, could never return my love. Though we got along well, and the was off the charts, I would always be just an easy hole for him, a mere repository for his seed.

“You think you might be game for another round?” Davis asked, bringing me back to the present as he flushed the toilet. A drop of piss did a free fall from the tip of his as he turned towards me. His big was beginning to lengthen and swell once more. “I really want to be inside you again.”

After a quick text to our bosses, each of us complaining of a sudden stomach bug that prevented our return to work, we resumed our lunchtime tryst on my bed. Flat on my back, I opened my legs for him, wrapping my arms around his torso as he prepared to mount me.

“Fuuuuck,” Davis exhaled, pushing into my puffy hole, abused from the rigorous fucking he had just delivered. “I fucking love being inside you.”

“And I love—that big ,” I returned, stopping myself from saying what I truly wanted to say: I love you.

His lips were suddenly upon mine, his tongue darting in my mouth as his big ravaged my hole. His scruffy beard tickled my chin, sending electric shocks through my body.

“Deeper,” I begged, breaking away from his kiss, reaching down to grasp his meaty ass, pulling him into me. His big had breached my inner sphinter, driving me wild, my eyes rolling back into my head. “That’s it—give it to me,” I moaned.

“I’m getting you good,” he observed, raising himself up on his muscular arms, staring down at his buried in me, my own raging hard in response. “Your is rock hard, dude. You gonna with me?”

“I’m gonna try,” I nodded, staring up into his eyes. “Pound me harder, really give it to me.”

“You got it,” he acquiesced, planking atop me as he unleashed a violent assault on my hole. “I want to make you with my big inside you.”

Davis’s big was a battering ram inside my bowels, his balls slapping my ass with each thrust. His breathing had quickened, his hairy chest matted with sweat. Davis was getting close to busting his nut, but I was even closer. “ ,” I screamed, my swelling and throbbing as Davis continued to jackhammer my hole. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna— —SHIT.”

I looked down as my exploded, spraying my pearly load all over me and Davis’s hairy abs. My sphincter constricted and released around his shaft with each pulse of my , effectively jacking him off inside my bowels. “I can feel you cumming,” he marveled, his swelling in my depths, his balls tightening. “ , that’s hot. I’m about to—I’m about to—OH SHIT—JESUS fuckin’ CHRIST.”

Davis released a torrent of inside me, for the second time that day, as he collapsed upon me, squishing my warm load between our bodies. “ ,” he grunted over and over, his throbbing and spewing his into my deepest recesses. “ , that was good,” he exhaled, withdrawing from my wrecked hole. Davis rolled over next to me on the bed, pulling me into him. My head rested in the crook of his muscular arm, my hand upon his hairy abs, matted with my sticky load.

We soon fell asleep, our bodies pressed together. Though I had slept with Davis countless times, we had never had the luxury of actually falling asleep together. “Jesus, it’s already after six,” I awoke to Davis noting the time on his phone before placing it back on the bed table, my bedroom awash in the pink hues of the setting sun. “I’m starving,” he announced. “You wanna go grab some dinner? I know this really great Thai place that is over by—”

“Dinner?” I interrupted. “Don’t you need to get home to your wife?”

“No,” he smiled bashfully. “I was gonna tell you this over dinner but—uh—Tessa and I have decided to end things between us. We’re getting a divorce.”

“Jesus,” I gasped. “Did she find out that you and I have been—?”

“Fucking? Christ no,” he denied. “But I did tell her that I’ve fallen in love with someone from work.”

“Who—who is she?” I asked hesitantly.

“She?” Davis laughed, rolling atop me once more, his hard pressed against my puffy hole as his lips met mine. “You silly fool. I’m in love with you.”