“Come In Me Bro”
I woke up early on Saturday morning to the..
🕑 Added 2022-04-14 20:44:13 +0000 UTC
“Come In Me Bro”
I woke up early on Saturday morning to the sound of a lawnmower coming from my front yard. I got up and walked to the living room to peer out of the window. In my yard was this adonis in a sleeveless muscle shirt and cargo shorts mowing my grass. I had forgotten that Hank, my neighbor, was going to send his son, Clint, over to cut the grass and do other landscaping items. As I watched the stud pushing the mower, I couldn’t help but notice how much he looked like his dad. The only difference was Hank was taller and older. From how the cargo shorts hugged the boy’s muscular behind as he pushed the mower, they have the same shaped beefy, jock ass. Of course Clint had no idea that I had been fucking his dad since the first day they moved next door to me. According to Hank, he was a redneck country boy who’s wife made him move to the suburbs and the first night in his new house he was plowed in his garage by the gay neighbor. I had to laugh when he told me the joke, because it was so true. He was grunting and moaning so loud I thought his wife would hear us. Hank ended up cumming without even touching himself as I pound in and out of his muscular virgin ass. He orgasmed so hard that he milked the cum out of me.
Clint was a handful for Hank and his wife. He was popular at school and even followed his dad into football for a while, however, he liked partying and drinking. He tried college but dropped out. Now he spent more of his days working out, taking odd jobs, and fucking a different girl each night.
I pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms and stepped outside. Upon seeing me Clint turned off the mower and walked toward me. The sides of the shirt were cut low, showing off pretty much his entire torso. His shoulders were wide and his v shape torso extended way beyond the shirt. The shirt didn’t even conceal his large brown nipples. I had to take a double take at his shirt to make sure I read it right, “Come In Me Bro.” I thought that was an odd shirt for a straight stud to wear.
“I hope I didn’t wake you,” Clint greeted me. I felt his eyes on me through his sunglasses. “Dad told me to come early.”
I laughed, “I figure he did.”
Clint was sweaty. It was already getting hot. His smooth muscles were covered in a thin layer of sweat that glistened in the morning sun.
“You look like you've been working out at the gym a lot,” my eyes took in his chisel body.
He gleamed, “yeah, I go every day on top of doing cardio every morning.” He lifted his arms and flexed his huge arms, displaying his trimmed underarms.
“You are looking pretty good,” if he was anything like his father he loved his ego stroked. “I bet the ladies love that body.”
“Fuck yeah, they are all over me,” Clint continued to flex his muscles.
I then noticed the tube shaped bulge in Clint’s shorts. He appeared to be as well endowed as his father. I began to wonder if he wore underwear under his shorts. He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead.
“Do you want to come inside and have something to drink,” I asked while admiring his softball-size right bicep.
“I’ll take a beer,” he put his hand down and smiled.
“It's early, but i won’t tell if you don’t,” I smiled.
“Deal,” he laughed and followed me inside.
I led him into the kitchen and grabbed two beers from the refrigerator. I then watched him take off the cap and took a large drink from the bottle.
I slipped mine and asked about the shirt, “come in me, bro? Should it be “come At me.””
Clint laughed again, “it's a joke from a fraternity that I partied with while at school.”
I smiled back, “I see.”
He took another big gulp of the beer.
“So what are your plans for the future? Going back to school,” I asked casually, trying not to act like the annoying adult that I am.
He held his beer, “I don’t know yet. Maybe I should get an old rich man to keep me.”
He laughed.
“Not a rich cougar,” I laughed. Did he know that I’m gay, does he know I been fucking his father all those years.
“I guess,” Clint took another swing from the beer. “But I heard men shell out more money for their boy toys.”
Intrigued, I asked, “most though want their “boy toys” to put out. Would you take it up the ass?”
“Fuck, for the right guy, I’ll do it,” he laughed.
“You ever took it up there,” I put my beer down on the counter top.
I noticed the tube outline in his shorts was growing bigger and was switching.
He took another swing of the beer, and placed his beer on the countertop beside mine, “not yet.”
Encouraged, I moved closer, “well, you should always have your first experience with someone you know and trust.”
I then reached down and gripped his crotch with my left hand. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could say it, I grabbed the back of his thick neck and roughly kissed him. My tongue quickly probed into his mouth and began to wrestle with his tongue. My left hand was stroking and squeezing his rock hard cock through his shorts, causing him to moan into my mouth. I pulled my mouth out of the lip lock and began to kiss down the cords of muscles of his neck. The veins of his neck were pumped and large, bulging. He was purring as I worked down to his massive shoulders. I finally pulled away from him and smiled, before roughly spinning him around. Clint let out a loud moan as I pushed him face down on the countertop. I then reached around him and undid his shorts, pulling them over his smooth bubble ass. I was pleased when I confirmed that he wore no underwear. His ass was beautiful and hairless, just like his father’s. I slapped the firm round left cheek and watched it bounce. His legs were thick and muscle packed with well defined quads and hamstrings and sculpted calves, just like his father’s. He continued to moan as I slapped the other cheek. As I spanked him with one hand I reached my other hand between his muscle packed legs and pulled his fat hard cock back. His cock was another trait he inherited from his father. It was big and thick, rock hard. He groaned as I pulled it back between his massive thighs and stroked the sensitive cock head.
“That’s a good boy,” I whispered into his ear, causing him to whimper.
That perfect ass got me so hard. I spread his fat, but firm cheeks and revealed his pink boypussy. He gripped the countertop as he pushed out his ass.
“Please fuck me,” Clint whimpered again.
I just smiled and stroked his tight virgin hole with my finger. Clint let out a sharp hiss from his lips as I pushed the index finger of my right hand into his hole and started to stroke his insides. As I moved my finger in and out of him, I admired the thick cords of layered muscles of his wide back, flaring out from the ripped muscle shirt, tense and flexing. His shoulders were like identical sides of a mountain coming together to form the back of his thick neck. I couldn’t wait any longer to fuck him. I squeezed in my middle finger, stretching him out, causing him to groan loud. As I stretched and loosen him, I reached my left hand down into my pajama bottom and pulled out my hard thick cock. I then pulled my fingers out of him. He looked over his shoulders at the sudden emptiness of his hole while I aimed my cock between the deep valley of his ass cheeks. He looked away again and gripped the countertop hard.
“Relax, baby,” I whispered as I pushed into him.
“Oh, Fffuck, Ugh,” Clint cried out as the thickness of my cock pushed him open.
Clint was so tight as I pushed deeper into him. He was pure heaven. When his anal muscles got use and adjusted to the thickness I eased half way out and thrust back inside.
“Ooh, Fffuck,” he let out a long deep moan.
I smiled as I continued to move in and out. He just discovered his prostate, his g spot. His eyes were rolling back into his head under the sunglasses. His lips parted, while his cock throb harder and slapped against the counter in rhythm to my thrusts. I reached around him and into his shirt to grab his meaty pecs. I press my body against his as thrusted in and out of him, each time deeper and harder, at the same time pulling his body toward me.
His moans were loud and almost animistic. Clint tried to grip my cock with his tight anal muscles to pull me deeper into him. I pushed deep inside him and paused, kissing his shoulders, enjoying the tightness and the massaging of the anal muscles around my cock.
“Cum for me,” I whispered.
Clint cried out and I felt his amazing ass clamp down on my cock, “ooh, Fffuck, shittt.”
Without touching himself he came long and hard on the countertop.
Clint laid flat on the countertop, “come in me, please.”
I smiled, still buried deep inside him. Making another hard, deep thrust and I followed, coming deep inside him. I continued to move in and out of his new manpussy making sure he got all of my seed.
We continued to lay on the countertop for several minutes while our orgasm came down. My body is still on top of his and my cock deep inside his ass.
“I better shower and go home,” Clint finally whispered.
I pulled out of him and gave his ass a slap, “no, you better get back to work. You have to finish my yard. I want you working with my load up your boy pussy.”
I gave his ass another slap and he meekly got up, pulling his shorts back on. Before he went back outside he stopped and turned to me, “am I as good of a fuck as my dad?”
