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Hercule's

By: dashfrost



It was a Thursday morning. My girlfriend and I had been fooling around all night and morning. Continuously, teasing her, while she got ready to go to work. Damn, I was still horny while stroking my stiff cock. While she was warming up the car, my mind started wondering. I decided to mess with her to see how horny I could make her thru out the day. I knew she had at least a thirty-minute drive to work. Therefore, I started sending nasty text messages.

To my surprise, she responded back almost immediately. Due to the fact, she was stuck in traffic. I knew it was on then! By the time she arrived at work, my plan was in full swing. I cannot remember how, but the conversation took a turn in new a direction. In the heat of the moment, my girl slipped and shared an experience from her past. What will be forever known as the "Hercules" story!

It started at a party in Monterey, while wondering around mingling. She came across three guys having a lit conversation about gangbanging. They asked her if she had ever tried it before. She lied and said yes! So they decided that they should hook up sometime to have a group session. Which actually turned out, to be the following weekend. As she describes it, the two men were athletic built men, number # 1 and # 2. # 1 picked her up early Sunday morning from San Francisco as # 2 waited patiently at the motel room in Hercules.

# 1 already looked like he had been partying all night. He was wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt. My girl was wearing a short mini skirt no panties and a tank top no bra. During the drive, exchanging dirty comments between one another while puffing on a blunt and doing key shots. She sat with her legs wide open so #1 could rub coke on her cunt, fingering and enjoying the cream dripping, staining the fabric of the car seat. Upon arrival at the motel, #2 was playing with his cock warming up, while watching what ever was on T.V. The three of them sat on the bed continuing to get lit relaxing in intoxicating heat, for the nasty episode. Stuffing more coke in her snatch, getting it nice, numb, and wet, for the intense pounding her voluptuous crispy cream pussy was about to receive.

# 2 got the horniest first, carried her over to the dresser with her back against the mirror. Hiking up her skirt and spreading her legs wide open, so he could enjoy licking that milky white cream oozing down her ass and inner thighs before thrusting his black hard thick meat in between her tight, thick pussy lips. While # 1 sat back telling # 2 to fuck the shit out of her pussy, # 2 banged raped her juicy pussy, fast and slow, hard and deep. Then #1 came by her side helping to remove her top, to have full access to those perky nipples, while she fondled his huge cock with her hands.

Number # 1 got really aroused seeing all that cream # 2 pumped out of her gorgeous cunt. # 1 got too enticed, he was in need for his turn. He shoved his head in between her legs to get his tongue and face frosted. Then took her off the dresser and positioned her on all fours over the bed, so he could fuck her tight ass. Lubricating with her thick cream that dripped from her pussy. # 1 took his time to cram his 10 inch cock all in so deep then pulled out to fuck her petite ass hard and ruff. # 2 sat on the bed enjoying the show cheering # 1 on! At that point # 2 wanted a turn to dip all up in her ass, after watching how # 1 slammed his pole in and out of her slippery, wet hole.

Three hours passed, they switched positions, as # 2 laid on his back on the bed. Drilled my girl backwards with her legs open, while # 1 got seconds of her frosty covered pie. # 2, dipped in and out of her deep hole. Thrusting his shaft, all up to his swollen balls. Both of them talking shit, as my girl craved and hungered for more. Feeling their rods growing inch by inch from the coke they kept rubbing on their engorged black tools. One could not wait any longer he just had to shove his 10 plus cock in her sticky, messy pussy. Filling up both of her holes with dark meat. They gave her double the pleasure, double the fun, double the dick, and double the cumms. 

After getting double penetrated for a while, on the edge of the bed. # 1 pulled out, to lick more of the cream dripping down her pussy. # 2 kept, feeling and fucking her ass from the bottom. # 1 pulled her off # 2 to lay her on her back over the table. # 2 at the top of the table, for her to suck his cock, getting deep throated over the edge of the table. # 1 at the bottom eating and deep penetrating her pussy, with her legs up and wide open. After a while, they switched, turning her over to her stomach. # 1 deep throated her mouth with the longest cock crammed down her throat. # 2 posted at the bottom, spreading her ass to lick and fuck her ass. They bragged out at each other how they were going to gang rape the shit out of her with all the coke they got. Making her beg for more and more black meat stuffed down her throat, cunt and ass. 

# 2 helped her gently off the table, leading her to slide his cock in her ass on the chair, backwards. # 1 helping to hold her legs wide open to suck her juicy cunt and deep throat her pussy. She was amazed how good it felt to have two huge cocks in her at the same time, giving her the ultimate satisfaction. Then they switched positions, she rode # 1 on the chair and # 2 fucked her ass from the back. # 1 shoved his cock up to the back wall of her wet sore cunt. She got hornier by the largest members swollen cock growing thicker filling up her cunt. Sliding her sweet pink walls up and down the entire length of his porno size cock! Making more cream collect, caking up all over her cunt. # 2 love to pull in and out of her ass then sticking his tongue deep in her hole.

After awhile they all moved to the bed, # 2 and her sixty-nine, with hunger for each other's flesh meat in each other's smelly, wet mouth. # 2 spread her ass cheeks apart so # 1 can tongue fuck her tight ass hole then stuff her ass with his creamy coated thick cock. Then they switched positions # 1 and her sixty nining, slobbery and wet. # 2 slamming her ass hole harder and slow, she begged to slam her tight asshole while # 1 sucked and ate her pussy making her wetter and creamier. Then she turned to ride # 2 and told # 1 stick his black stiff pole in her ass to be double penetrated so hard and ruff before the last hour of cumming with cum juice all over her ass and mouth. 

# 1 pulled on her hair as to express he was set to cum. His cock grew thick as if it was loading. She can feel the veins of his dick popping, with every thrust of his dick. She moaned aloud in pleasurable pain. # 2 vigorously sucked and bit her hard nipples, in one hand and the other hand on her ass. # 1 eventually came in between her ass, and then pulled out. # 2 told her to slide off his pole and lick his creamy coated balls because he is about to cum. He pulled on her hair off his mouthful balls so he could fuck her mouth. He gagged her mouth slowly pushing his creamy, covered, wet totem pole down her throat. A couple of pumps of that, he pulls out and grabs her wrest fully. Onto her back, held up her legs, spread and wide open, then hungrily bangs his huge, rock hard cock into her swollen thick wet pussy. Pumping fast, hard, and deep till he came in a bursting hot rush. 

Hercules across the Hall



A tale about domination and hero worship involving an 18 year old lad and a man over twice his age and size.

***

This was no way for a kid to spend his last summer before heading off to college and the real world, I thought to myself while I looked out the window of the boring two-bedroom apartment I shared with my Mom, or at least it wasn't the way I had pictured it before he moved in.

"He" was our new neighbor, and even since he moved in the month before my life had changed completely. It wasn't like I was all that normal to begin with, because most 18 year old guys don't spend there lived studying and reading and fantasizing, they go out and do things like going on dates and playing sports.

My fantasy world up until "he" moved in was mostly dreaming about going out with Denise Charon or Connie Durfey, or any of the cute girls at high school who in real life wouldn't even give me the time of day, but that was before Richard moved in.

Richard Stone, or Dick as my Mom referred to him last week, and up until then all I knew him as was R. Stone like was on the little name slot on his front door. I think Mom had the hots for him the way she talked about him after meeting him, but he's out of her league because not only is he about 10 years younger than her 50, he's incredible looking.

Incredible looking aren't words I had ever used regarding a guy before, although to be honest I had felt attracted to guys before but would never even admit it to myself. Richard Stone though - he was different - and there he was, pulling his pick-up truck into the driveway right on time. 5:22. 

He was dressed the same as usual, with a faded white t-shirt and blue jeans, and most people might have thought he wore the same clothes every day but my keen sense of detail had deduced that while the clothes were all similar there were shades of difference. Besides, when he left for work at 7:50 each morning the clothes and the man that wore them were clean, and now...

Richard Stone was a mess, a sweaty and filthy and beautiful mess, and my dick was hard by the time he had made it halfway across the parking lot. Those arms - with biceps bigger than my thighs - and that neck which was so thick that it strained the fabric of the t-shirt - and then there was the black hair that sprouted out from the collar of the shirt.

Richard disappeared from view, and that sent me scurrying from the window to the peephole of the front door, and while the view wasn't that great aesthetically, being that close while Richard fiddled with his keys was ever more erotic. His back was so wide and his shoulders so massive, and then the way his waist tapered down so much...

The door opened and then Richard slipped inside his apartment and closed the door behind himself, and as had been my custom of late I stepped out into the hall and walked along the same route that my neighbor had just traveled, inhaling the scent of Richard as if it were perfume.

This was also something new for me, savoring the sweet funk of a man who had obviously busted his butt all day, but it wasn't so much body odor but more the smell of fresh sweat that for some reason made my flesh tingle.

I went to the bank of mailboxes that served our building, unlocking ours and pulling out the assorted junk and bills, along with my copy of Gamers magazine. This was my excuse of coming out outside, and when I heard a door open and my neighbor emerge I was glad I had.

We had exchanged greetings in the hall a couple times and it hadn't gone all that well. Richard had been friendly but as for me, my responses were nervous and spastic and made me feel even more like the hopeless nerd I knew I was.

"Hi there - Tyler, isn't it?" Richard asked, and after I nodded and mumbled something inaudible I stepped aside to let him get at his mailbox.

I want you to wrap those massive arms around me and hug me. Hug me, squeeze me and do whatever you want to me, I thought as his powerful scent filled my nostrils. Do things to me, things I didn't even really know about, since I only had one real sexual experience in my life, with a man that had given me a ride from the library a couple of months ago.

"You into video games Tyler?"

Omigod. He had been talking to me while I was watching his biceps ripple as he took the mail from his slot and he had gestured towards the magazine I was holding.

"Uh - yes sir," I said.

"You know, I've got a system but haven't been able to get it running," Richard said as he brushed a wisp of his dark brown locks from in front of his eyes, and the raising of his arm released a fresh breeze of manliness from what had to be the hairiest armpit in the world. "You think maybe you could help me out sometime? I'd be glad to pay you for your time."

"No. I mean, I'd be glad to do it," I said, the idea of spending a few minutes with my new neighbor payment enough. "Like now, sir?"

"Well, what's ever good for you," Richard replied. "It's probably dinner time for you."

"No sir. My Mom, she works evenings so I either wait or just grab something," I responded.

"Great then. The name's Dick," my neighbor explained, extending a paw that my sweaty hand got lost in before he was herding me into his apartment.

His place was minimally furnished, and after he showed me his set up that was incorrectly attached to a gigantic 50" flat screen TV, I could see right away what the problem was. All I had to do was reverse the connections he had attached, but doing that would mean I would then have to leave.

"Can I get you a drink so something?" Dick offered, and I managed to squeak out that a Coke or something would be fine while I knelt behind the set.

Damn. I looked even more like a nerd than usual with my Call of Duty t-shirt hanging on my skinny frame like a tent and my shorts exposing my pale and bony legs, and in hindsight I wished that I had worn something a little more flattering, although you can only put so much lipstick on a pig as my Mom often said.

"Here you go," Dick said as he handed me a can of soda, and as our fingers brushed against each others the touch of his calloused and grubby hand made me shiver while I fantasized about washing his hands for him.

Washing his hands for him? What was happening to me? If Dick could read minds my ass would be kicked for sure, so I took a sip and went back to playing with his wires while delaying the inevitable.

"I envy you kids," Richard said as he watched me work. "I love the technology but can't figure it out at all. Guess I shouldn't have thrown out the instructions when I bought it"

"You almost had it right," I said, nearly fainting when I felt his beefy hand land on my shoulder, and I figured that before I did pass out I had better finish this up so I asked Dick to turn on the set to be sure it was hooked up right now.

"Hey! You're a genius Tyler!" Dick roared after the screen lit up and the introduction to a MMA video game appeared, and the hand that slammed into my back almost took the wind out of me. 

"It was nothing," I responded.

"You familiar with this game?" Dick asked me, and while I knew of that game and the others he owned that seemed to be mostly violent mixed martial arts and wrestling games, I knew my Mom would freak out about many of them since they were even more "out there" than the ones I liked.

"Yeah."

"Well maybe sometime you can come over and we could play some," Dick suggested. "Although I'll bet you would kick my ass."

"No. I don't know any of these games very well," I assured him, but the idea of spending more time with Dick thrilled me. "I would love to play with you though." 

Omigod. That sounded perverted, but apparently my neighbor's mind wasn't in the gutter like mine was so all he did was smile.

"Great. I don't know anybody around here and the evenings can get really boring," Dick said, and although how this guy didn't have women crawling all over him was beyond me because he was like a young Sylvester Stallone with a body like a Greek God. "Make sure it's okay with your Mom first."

"I can do what I want," I said proudly.

"Good for you!" Dick said. "Thanks for your help. Now I can take a shower, grab a bite to eat and play all night."

I was out the door, wishing I had offered to help him take a shower and wondering what this muscleman would look like naked. I had seen the bulge in his jeans - indeed it would have been tough to miss it - and it was the image of that bulge that had me in my bedroom seconds after I got home, in bed and on my back with my shorts and underwear down while I stroked myself to orgasm.

"Fuck," I mumbled to myself as I looked at the semen all over my stomach and crotch after I pulled everything out of my skinny prong that I could, the guilt overwhelming me as usual because jerking off was really becoming my main activity.

Playing with Dick though - and a few years ago that phrase would have had me giggling childishly - now that was something that would be fun. Now all I had to do was wait for an invitation.

***

"That Richard is such a nice man," Mom said the next afternoon before leaving for her waitress job. "He said you helped him hook up some electrical thing for him and he was very appreciative. He said you were so polite and respectful, and that makes me so proud when I hear things like that."

"Ma!" I whined as she rubbed my hair like she did when I was little.

"Well I can't help it, but I do wish I was about 10 years younger," Mom lamented. "He seemed to be quite fond of you, and he seemed surprised that you were 18."

"How did that come up?"

"I think he said something about maybe getting you a job for the summer. He works construction you know," Mom babbled. "That would be better than that job you have at the grocery store because you would be out in the fresh air. Maybe even get big and muscular like Richard is."

"Not likely," I mumbled, realizing that not only wasn't that probable, working side by side with Dick would be way too much of a good thing.

"Well, you keep being a good boy because you know that makes your mother proud," Mom said, pinching my cheek before kissing me and exiting.

"Yeah," I replied, tempted to tell her that her pride and joy would be peeking through the blinds in precisely an hour and twelve minutes with his dick in hand, jacking off like a chimp when the neighbor got out of his pick-up.

***

I didn't jerk off when Dick got home, and even surprised myself when I sort of ambushed him when he reached his door.

"Hi sir - I mean Dick," I babbled, pissed at myself for screwing up already.

"Hello Tyler," my neighbor said cheerfully, almost like he was happy to see me. "It was fun to finally play video games again last night. Probably weird - a 39 year old man playing games - huh?"

"No," I replied, inching closer to I could inhale his manly musk. "I was wondering whether you would - you know - want to play some?"

"Sure," he responded, but then said, "Give me a half hour or so to clean up, okay?"

"Okay," I said, although what I wanted to say was not to bother because I would love to give him a tongue bath.

Was that normal? Did guys do that to other guys? I had no idea, but all I did know that I would do anything to Dick - anything he wanted.

This was bullshit of course, because I would never have the guts to really do anything to a man like my neighbor. Just getting to sit around with him was more than enough for me, so I took a quick shower and put on fresh clothes, waiting precisely 31 minutes so as not to appear to anxious before knocking on the door.

"Hey Tyler!" Dick said cheerfully. "Thought you might be the pizza guy. I ordered one - you like pepperoni pizza?"

"Sure," I said as he ushered me in, and the pizza guy arrived about five minutes later.

Heaven. Sitting on the couch eating pizza and playing mixed martial arts games was something I had done plenty of times before with friends, but this was Dick. Furthermore, he looked just as sexy clean as he did sweaty, and his clothes?

Not much in the way of clothes, just a pair of light blue gym shorts and a tank-top that was so tight that I expected him to burst out of it like the Incredible Hulk. No socks, and even his feet were sexy, as were his muscular calves and the thick hair that covered much of his lower extremities.

He kicked my butt in the MMA games, partly because I didn't know the games but mostly because I was too busy stealing glances at Dick, enjoying his reaction to pounding me on the screen but mostly savoring the sight of his biceps and neck muscles twitching.

His neck. Fully exposed in the skimpy tank-top, his massive neck looked inhuman and his shoulders looked as chiseled as if he was a marble statue instead of flesh and bone.

He caught me staring at him a few times, causing me to act even more awkwardly in an effort to pretend I wasn't drooling over him, even dropping the controller once but he didn't seem to mind. I figured he probably liked being looked at, and if he didn't, maybe he should put on more clothes, I told myself.

That wasn't right. What he was wearing was fine. It was me with the problem and so I was determined that I would get my head in the game and stop gawking at Dick. Besides, if he even found out what I was thinking I would end up like one of the helpless characters on the video game, broken and beaten to a pulp.

Dick left the room after I finally won a match, and when he came back with our glasses full of cola and ice I almost choked on my first sip.

"Heh-heh," Dick said when he saw my reaction to a rum and cola concoction that was mostly rum, and while I had tasted liquor before this was different. "Grow some hair on your chest."

I wish. As I looked at the hair that grew profusely on my neighbor's body I took another sip, thinking that if it could make me as hairy as Dick I would drink the stuff by the gallon and by the end of the drink, I was enjoying it more and more.

"How about a refill?" Dick suggested after I finished off both the drink and the game we were engaged in, and as he left the room I rearranged my shorts so my dick wouldn't snap as I watched his leg muscles bulging as he moved.

"Let's play a different game," my neighbor suggested, and when I whined a little he replied, "You're getting too good at that one. Here's one I bet you've never played."

What he was holding was a cartridge that only had Japanese lettering on it, and as he inserted it in the machine I asked him what he was called.

"It's called Pain," Dick told me before giving me a brief explanation on what buttons would do what. "The beauty of this one is that you can either try to win or allow yourself to lose."

"Why would you want to lose?" I asked as looked at the screen and waited for the game to begin.

"You tell me Tyler. Maybe you'll want to win."

***

My shower of an hour ago didn't take, judging by the way my t-shirt was dripping with sweat ten minutes later, but that wasn't the fault of my deodorant soap. What was to blame was the video game we were playing, which was nothing like anything I had even seen before.

"Those Japanese think of everything," Dick had commented after seeing my reaction to what was on the screen, and while he was amused I was in shock.

Maybe this was how my Mom felt when she saw some of the rather tepid games I enjoyed playing, but those games were commercial and relatively tame while this game called Pain was - well, it was nothing you would be picking up at WalMart, that much was certain.

It was like mixed martial arts to a point, only there were no holds barred in any of this, and after my character had been demolished sadistically by Dick - or the character he was playing through - then it really got sick.

After being body-slammed and taking a elbow to the face after Dick's character flew off of the rope and down on me, my character's trunks got ripped off, exposing an erection that I would have loved to call my own. My balls got grabbed savagely, with the game sounds providing the appropriate reaction, and then I was getting Dick's character's cock rammed down my throat.

"Fight back Tyler!" Dick snarled as the assault continued.

"I'm trying," I whined, blaming the controller while my character got rolled onto his stomach. "It won't..."

I had certainly never seen an absurdly endowed and frighteningly life-like video game character take another one anally, and no matter what buttons I hit, nothing could change what was happening.

"You didn't put up much a fight," Dick said after it was over. "Maybe you'll do better next time."

To say I was in shock would be an understatement, and when I wrenched my eyes from the screen and glanced over at Dick I happened to looked past his hands which were cradling the controller between his knees and to the inside of his left thigh.

Dick's cock. I had seen the bulge before but now the bulge was pinned tight against the tight shorts and the tip of his uncut manhood was peeking out from the the hem. This was no accident. He wanted me to see him and his mission was accomplished. The knob looked like a tan apple and the rope of pre-cum that dangled off the tip only added to the effect.

"Let's go," Dick snarled as he started up the next game. "And don't be such a pussy this time."

I did better the next game, even landing a kick to the crotch that doubled my opponent over before Dick took charge, and he was even more brutal this time as he prolonged the agony before the trunks got shredded. 

My character was taken anally once again only the foreplay this time was Dick's character shoving his fist up my ass while my demolished character kept screaming "Okaasan!" and "HaHa!" in a high pitched squeal.

"I think that means mother and mommy," Dick explained after it was over, and as he squeezed my thigh hard he hissed, "Do you squeal for your Mommy like that?"

I sat silent, my leg twitching uncontrollably as the screen went blank, and then Dick rose to his feet and walked towards the end of the apartment - his gait more like a waddle because of his tree-trunk thighs - before stopping at a doorway.

"If you leave, I understand," he told me. "If you don't want to leave..."

Those words hung in the air as he entered the other room which I assumed was a bedroom, and after I sat there dumbfounded for a couple of minutes I stood up myself, setting the sweat-covered controller on the table while looking towards the door at the end of the hall.

My knees had turned to jelly as I began to move towards the end of the hall, and I even brushed against the walls a couple of times on my way. It wasn't the drink that had me reeling but the fact that my wildest fantasies were coming true and were right around the corner.

There he was. In a bedroom that was half-filled on the right with gym equipment, the only thing I really saw in the room besides the bed was the man that was standing beside it. Dick. He was standing there and was no longer wearing the tank-top on the skimpy trunks. He was naked.

Don't run. That thought crossed my mind and I might have even said it out loud but I really don't remember because I was afraid I was going to faint. I didn't run, which was good. I did leave though, which was beyond bad.

"I - er - uh - gotta go," I mumbled, although what came out of my mouth was probably even more unintelligible than that.

It didn't matter. All that did matter was that I backed away from the doorway and staggered back down the hall, fumbling with the freaking doorknob for crying-out-loud like I was being chased down by a predator, before getting it open and stumbling to my apartment.

There were many times in my 18 years that I had hated myself, mostly when I had chickened out when confronted by something I didn't think I was ready for. Whether it was cowering from a bully or avoiding taking a shower in gym class with the other guys, I had always turned coward and this time was no exception.




Hercules across the Hall



Thankfully my Mom wasn't home so I was able to cry on my bed like a baby while trying to convince myself that it was okay and I had been out of my league with that behemoth, but that was the way it always was. Heck, that man who gave me a ride that time had driven me so far out of town that I had little choice but to do what he wanted me to do, but he was nothing like Dick.

"You fucking pussy!" I spat at my image in the mirror, furious because I had really screwed up this time. The guy wanted me and what did I do? Ran like a little baby.

My anger subsided a bit as I began to forgive myself, and after I got undressed I looked at myself in the mirror, flexing my muscles as I looked at the scrawny twerp and imagined what I would look like next to Dick before laying back down on the bed.

I usually came fast when I jerked off but this time I managed to hold off for the longest time, slowly running my thumb and index finger down the pale prong that I figured might measure up to the average guy, but the man in the bedroom was anything but average.

I had committed that image to my memory, and although I had seen plenty of cocks on the Internet none were anything like what I had just seen when he posed for me beside his bed. Below those broad shoulders and bull-like neck, way down from those massive pectorals and swaying between those bowed muscular thighs, hung Dick's enormous penis which had pointed down like a spear damn close to his knees.

The fact that Dick seemed to have shaved his pubic hair around the base made his over-sized organ look even more outrageous. The exposed base had looked like a tree trunk and the vein that ran down almost the entire length of his member looked as big as my dick.

For probably close to a half hour I stroked my dick while the image of that Hercules filled my head, and when I finally ejaculated the intensity of my orgasm drained me so much that I fell asleep - or maybe even passed out. Whichever it was, it made for a crazy sight when I heard my Mom unlock the apartment door a couple of hours later, and thankfully I scrambled to close my bedroom door and get somewhat together by the time she chirped a hello.

"Good grief," I mumbled when I thought about what that would have looked like if she got in and saw me sprawled on the bed covered with my cum.

That would have made the night a complete disaster, but it was small consolation to the opportunity that I had squandered across the hall. I fell asleep again later, but it took a while as my self-loathing returned.

***

The next day was going to be a turning point in my life, and the more I kept telling myself that, the more I started to actually believe it. Scheduled to work the morning and early afternoon at the market, I was a whirling dervish of pent-up energy all day, and when I knocked off at 4 I needed the shower that I took when getting home.

After I got dressed I assumed the position at the window while I waited for Dick to get home at 5:22, rehearsing exactly what I was going to say to explain my sudden departure the evening before, and it didn't help when Mr. Stone arrived home two minutes late.

No matter. I was full of confidence, and after watching my sweaty Adonis walk across the lot I ran to the peephole at the door, and then when I saw him unlocking his door I popped out of our apartment ready to go.

It took until Dick turned around after hearing my door close for me to lose my nerve. I didn't lose it right away, but with each of the four steps it took me to get over there I got more nervous until I practically stumbled into my bemused neighbor.

"Tyler," Mr. Stone said coldly. "Something I can do for you?"

"Yes," I managed to croak, and I can't remember the jumble of words that followed that meek opening, except that while many of them were what I had intended to say, they were delivered in such a scrambled and hurried way that I'm sure I made no sense until the end when I mumbled, "You don't want to play again do you?"

"Afraid not," Dick said as he looked down the hall to make sure that no one else was around. "I didn't like the way the game ended yesterday. I don't play the fool easily I'm afraid, get it?"

I got it alright because the last couple of words were delivered with his index finger jabbing into my breastbone like he was trying to poke a hole in me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." 

"You aren't going to cry are you? Or are you going to piss your pants?"

"No," I replied while shaking my head violently, and although my eyes had teared up I managed not to actual bawl in front of him, and the shifting of my weight from foot to foot was just nerves. Besides, if I had to pee I probably would have when that finger first hit my chest.

"Get in," Dick said as he swung his door open, and I ran in so fast I almost beat him in.

The door closed, and after it did my neighbor locked it before grabbing me by the shirt and putting my back against that same door.

"What is it that you do want, Tyler?" Dick said as he looked down at me with a fistful of my shirt in his grasp, and although he was only about a half foot taller he looked twice my size. "Besides pissing me off that is."

The thought occurred to me that he could make us the same height by just lifting me up with a flick of his wrist and leaving me kicking my feet in the air like a cartoon character, but I tried to concentrate on meeting his cold stare with one of my own.

"I - I don't know."

"I thought I knew yesterday," Dick said as he eased his grip a little. "But then when you ran home to cry on Mommy's shoulder I figured I was wrong."

"I didn't run home to my mother. She wasn't home," I explained, although he wasn't far off.

"Then why did you go?"

"I - I was scared," I confessed.

"You're honest at least," Dick said as he let go of my shirt, and when he did my hand went up and rubbed what was sure to be a bruise on my chest.

"Still am," I admitted. "Scared I mean."

"So why come back?" Dick asked logically.

"To say I was sorry," I told him. "Maybe start over?"

"You want to play video games again?" Dick asked with a quizzical gaze.

"No sir, I mean not now at least," I answered, and when he repeated his question about what I wanted I made some sort of weird hand motions that even I didn't understand very well. "It's just that - I don't much about stuff."

"What do you know about, Tyler?" Dick asked as he put his hand flat against the door by my head, and as his erotic funk filled my nostrils I tried to explain by telling him that I liked him.

"I like you too Tyler," Dick said as I watched his bicep muscle twitch.

"Not like that. I mean - differently."

There. I had said it, sort of.

"How do you know that isn't what I meant too, Tyler?" Dick asked as his stare softened and when he spoke again his voice was also different. "How long has it been since your old man left?"

"Ten - eleven years," I told him. "Who knows? I hardly remember him and I rarely see him."

"Too bad. So now you're looking for a Daddy? Why me? Do I look like him?"

"Him? Good grief no," I said since my old man was built a lot like me. "You're just - I dunno. Can't explain it."

"I've seen you at the window sometimes when I get home," Dick said as his minty breath washed over me. "Could have been your Mom but I figured it was you."

"It was."

"So what do you do? Just look at me?"

"Yes," I said but then paused before amending my comment. "I mean a lot of times I look but other times I - you know."

"No, I don't know. Tell me," Dick insisted as his face got closer to mine.

"Jerk off. I jerk off," I blurted out while trying not to cringe too much. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize. Why do you think I work out like I do so I can look like this? So I can look at myself in the mirror?" Dick explained. "No, I like the idea of people looking at me."

I let out a deep breath, relieved that he wasn't as mad as he had been but then he put me on the spot again by asking me what I was looking for.

"I don't know. I don't know much about anything. All I know is when I look at you I get excited," I managed to say without stumbling.

"And you want me to be your teacher? Your mentor? Your Daddy?" Dick asked, and after I shrugged my shoulders and nodded he smiled for the first time, and while it was a tight-lipped smile it was a smile nonetheless.

"I'm not going to give you kisses when you're good, although I may spank you when you're bad - or worse. You up for that? You ready to be my little boy? You see, I've had my eye on you since I moved in but figured you would just be eye candy for me until your old lady told me you were 18, and that changed everything. You understand Tyler?"

"Uh - I think so," I said although my head was spinning even before he said I was eye candy.

"No running home to Mommy. You take what I give you and like it, and I'm sure I'm a lot rougher than anybody you've been with before."

"I've never," I said, and then I told Dick about my one and only sexual experience with another guy, and when I finished telling him about that time in the car with that old guy he raised an eyebrow.

"Really? A cute guy like you?"

"I'm not cute, Dick. I'm a nerd," I corrected.

"To me you're perfect. A man/child of sorts. Like my own personal Harry Potter, and you even look a little like that character," Dick told me, and ironically I had tried to do just that during my earlier teens. "So if you're interested in learning..."

I nodded like an obedient puppy as Dick spoke until he raised his hand to stop me.

"From now on, I'm Sir to you. Understand?"

"Yes sir," I responded quickly and correctly.

"Let me take a shower then," Dick said as he turned to go towards his bedroom but I actually reached out and tried to grab his bicep which was as hard as marble.

"Please - don't," I asked.

"I'm a mess," Dick said at first but then added, "Why? You afraid you'll lose your nerve before I come out of the shower?"

"Yeah - yes sir," I said, and while that was part of it the other part that for whatever reason I found him sexy just like he was, and considering I was so cleanliness-phobic this fascination was something I couldn't explain.

"Well come with me then," Dick said. "What time does your mother get home? You have to be home at a certain time?"

"Uh - no sir," I said while thinking first for once. "I'll go whenever you're done with me sir."

"Good boy Tyler," Dick said as he really smiled wide, and after he took me firmly by the nape of my neck he brought me to him bedroom. "You catch on fast."

***

In Dick's bedroom again, I got a better chance to look around and when I saw the expensive exercise equipment that filled the one side completely I could see what was responsible for helping make Dick the man he was.

Behind the treadmill and weight machine were a couple of large mirrors, and in them I could see our images. I looked scared, and that was because I was, but this time I was not going to leave.

"I take it you don't do much working out," Dick said as he adjusted the lighting to make it softer. 

"No sir. I always tell myself I'm going to start but..."

"You should for your own sake, although like I said before, I like what I'm seeing," Dick said. "You're about as sweaty as I am Tyler. Take off that t-shirt for starters."

I hadn't been looking forward to this part of it, and to be honest I would have been just as happy if the lights were off, but I pulled off the t-shirt and set it aside.

"Make a muscle for me Tyler," Dick instructed me, and I felt really stupid standing next to him and flexing my arm, especially since the muscle I made was barely visible.

Dick smiled as he reached up and squeezed the little swell, hard as first and then lightening up when I winced, and then his fingers slid up under my arm.

"You shave your pits Tyler?" Dick asked as the backs of his fingers rubbed the pitiful little cluster of light brown hairs.

"No sir," I replied, shivering in response to Dick's touch, and while I was so humiliated I could feel my face flush the touch of Dick's hard was almost worth the shame.

"Do it - if you come back after today," he said matter-of-factly. "I like my boys smooth - all over. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

"And I've decided that I would rather have you call me Daddy, Sir is okay but I think I like the sound of you calling me Daddy. Now lose the rest," Dick told me, referring to the remainder of my clothes, and while there wasn't much to shed I took my time and delayed the inevitable until I sensed my mentor getting impatient.

"Move your hand away Tyler," Dick said as I tried to subtly massage a little life into my cock, which was shrinking in fright at the thought of being seen by my Daddy.

With great reluctance I moved my hand away, and although Dick didn't laugh the look he gave my little package was very telling. I was tempted to tell him that it would get bigger once I got over my nerves, but what was the point?

"Now strip me down," Dick said of his work clothes.

"Yes Daddy," I heard myself say.

My dreams were coming true, and as I reached down and pulled his t-shirt out from his jeans I could see how badly my hands were shaking. That, combined with the fact that Dick's shirt was still moist and was skin-tight, made this less smooth that it had been in my dreams.

Dick had offered to take a shower and he sure needed one. Why the scent of this man aroused me so much was beyond me, but as he lifted his arms to allow me to try and peel the grubby garment up and over his head the hot blast of his gritty funk hit my face like I was putting my head inside an oven.

The sleeves were so tight around his biceps and I was so aroused that I almost wanted to claw the cotton off of my mentor, but I finally managed to get it off in one piece. I actually folded it neatly before setting it on the floor, and Dick told me I was a good boy.

"You like?" Dick asked me as he made his pectoral muscles dance by tensing his arms. "Silly question. I know you like it. You can touch you know."

Dick being almost a head taller than I was meant I was looking up to him in more ways than one with the five o'clock shadow on his jaw right at eye level, and his steely stare made me ever more nervous and forced me to break off eye contact. Slowly I brought my hands up to his chest, and under the coating of black hair I could feel how hard his man boobs were.

I let my fingers rake through the hair on his broad chest, and as I did my eyes burned from the sweat that was pouring down my face but I refused to take my hands away from Dick's chest to wipe them. Then Dick was reaching back and cupping the back of my head with his hand and pulling me toward his chest.

"Suck them," he directed. "Suck on my nipples and make them hard.

I could barely make his nipples out through the fur, brownish red buds that were way bigger than the little buttons on my scrawny chest, before my face got pushed over the right one. It was soft at first but after I suckled on it for a few seconds I could feel it get harder in my mouth.

"Come on Tyler. Suck it so I can feel it," Dick said bluntly, and even though I had thought I might be doing it too hard as it was, I did what I was told.

"You like being told what to do by your Daddy, don't you son?" Dick said after he directed my face to his left nipple, and I nodded while sucking hard.

Dick didn't even mind when I nibbled on the plump bud a bit, even letting out a little sigh as I scraped my teeth on the nipple, and I was pleased at hearing that.

"That's it. Now since you didn't want me to take a shower, you're going to have to clean me up Tyler," Dick said as he pulled my head off of his nipple with the right hand clutching a fistful of my scalp. "Something tells me you've been dying to do this too."

I didn't know what he meant by "this", but it only took a second for me to find out as he lifted his left arm and pulled my face into his armpit. I actually resisted for a second before his strength made resistance futile, and there I was with my puss jammed into his hairy and funky armpit while Dick told my what to do.

The scent was so strong that it made my eyes water even more than they were, and even before my mouth opened the bitter sweat burned my lips. My tongue sipped out a bit as I made a tentative dab but Dick wanted more than that.

"Lick it like you know you want to," Dick insisted. "I saw you staring at my pits yesterday so there's no sense in pretending."

It's not so bad. That what I told myself as I let my tongue slide up through the damp forest and then back down. Dick was right. I had been looking at his armpits a lot, marveling at how bushy the hair was, but I hadn't been thinking about doing this.

"That's it Tyler," Dick was snarling as he ground my face into the salty thicket and imploring me to lick, suck and chew under his arms like I was an animal. "Clean Daddy good. You like this don't you son?"

Dick said that was a chuckle because he had let go of my scalp and had brought his hand down to grab what had begun to poke him in the hip, and after he wrapped his fist around my boner and squeezed he asked me if I liked it.

He did but I was too busy cumming to reply, so instead I just gasped and choked while keeping my face buried under his arm. He hadn't done anything to my dick but squeeze it, and the result was me having an orgasm all over him.

"That'll give you something else to clean up after you get done sucking on my armpits," Dick declared after he let go of my now little nub and looked down at the ropes of my semen that were hanging on his hip and thigh. "But the way you're going tells me that might take a while because you've really got a thing for Daddy's armpits don't you Tyler?"

I did and there was no sense in denying it because the evidence was all over my hero. Ever before I met my mentor I had always been fascinated by armpits, checking out guys in the locker room or at swimming pools while wondering when I was going to get as hairy as most of them were.

But this? The licking and sucking? That was never part of my fascination and it had never crossed my mind before Dick had pushed my face into the funky forest and made me do it, forcing me to tongue the thick bush like I was an animal.

Forced. That might have been true at first, but when I moved over to his other armpit there was no fist grabbing my scalp and making me do this. I was doing it on my own, and doing what just the thought of doing would have revolted me before was now arousing me.

"You're a nasty little boy aren't you Tyler?" Daddy asked me as if I had just raided the cookie car instead of gnawing under his arm and cumming all over him.

"Yes Daddy," I replied after Dick pulled my face out from the muscled pit, and then he suggested that maybe I should come over every day when he came home from work.

"If you want me to sir," I responded while wondering if my face was as red as it felt.

"Good boy. Now you have another mess to take care of," he reminded me as he put his hand on my shoulder and guided me down to my knees so I was looking at the ropes of semen that hung on Dick's hip and thigh like garland on a tree.

I had tasted my own cum before so this was nothing new, but I welcomed this chance to try and figure out what I was going to do with the elephant trunk that was hanging between Daddy's bowed thighs.

I had sucked exactly one dick in my life, and the old guy who stuck his in my mouth in the car was pretty normal sized. It certainly didn't resemble this in any way, and the fact that Dick wasn't circumsised added another piece to the puzzle.

I had spent some time last night sucking on my thumb and pretending it was a cock but as I looked at Dick's manhood out of the corner of my eye I realized that I should have practiced by trying to suck my arm because that's how big it looked from this vantage point.




Hercules across the Hall



"That's my boy," Dick said approvingly after I finished cleaning. "Now I know what you want Tyler. Make Daddy big and hard."

As he spoke Dick took his cock in his hand and wiggled it in my face, and as I reached up to take it I think I tinkled a little bit on my floor because I was petrified. Daddy's tan cock was hot and rubbery and I quickly decided I would need both hands to handle this enormous organ.

"You like Daddy's cock, don't you Tyler?" Dick asked after I knelt there and stared open-mouthed at what I was holding, and when I looked up at Daddy he seemed to sense my confusion.

"You weren't kidding before about only being with one guy before, were you?"

"No sir. I mean yes just that one man and only one time, Daddy" I replied as he put his hand on my hair and stroked it.

"Just stick out your tongue for me," Dick said, and after I did he continued. "Slip your tongue into my foreskin and lick the tip of my cock. That's my boy. Now open your mouth and take the head of it in your mouth at first. Move your lips up and down the end for now and then start to take a little more even time."

I was getting a tutorial on cock-sucking, sort of like on the job training, and while I'm sure I wasn't very good at first the more I sucked on the bulbous knob the more comfortable I felt with the monstrous organ. It must not have been too bad either because I could feel the shaft getting stiffer in my grasp.

Longer too, although that seemed impossible but thankfully not much thicker because my mouth was stretched out as it was to accommodate the plum-sized glans. The stiffening make Dick's cock easier to handle as well and as my confidence grew along with the cock my lips started to go down farther with each bob of my head.

Soon my lips were almost reaching my hands, which Dick had me using to pump the shaft while I sucked him off, and I could feel the blood pulsing in the hot tool as I milked it.

"Look how hard you made Daddy, Tyler," Dick said as he pulled his cock away from me and slapped me on the cheek with the club. "Put your hands down at your side and just use your mouth."

I did what I was told and Dick pulled his foreskin back to exposed the crimson head which had the size and hue of a plum, and as he put it back in my mouth he used his own fist on the shaft, slowly pumping it while I sucked.

I figured that Dick was going to cum in my mouth, and when that man had done that to me I gagged on it, mostly because I wasn't expecting it, and so I braced myself for the blast. Daddy however, had other plans.

"Get up son," Dick said as he reached down and lifted me up. "Kneel on the bed for me. Get on all fours."

"What are you going to do Daddy?" I asked when I saw Dick opening a drawer on the night table.

"Something wonderful Tyler," Dick explained. "Something you'll always remember. Don't look at me. Look in the mirror at us."

The mirror on the other side of the room showed us clearly and as I knelt there I could see Dick squeezing some kind of gel on his cock, and while I wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer I realized what was going to happen. Dick was going to try and stick that glistening spear into my ass.

"Dick - I mean Daddy," I mumbled. "Please don't. I can't."

"You can and will," Dick declared as he stopped greasing his cock and started to rub my anus.

"No Daddy. I don't want to. It's way too big. Let me suck it instead!" I said, and if it sounded like a sob that's because I was fighting back tears.

"NO?" Dick bellowed as he grabbed my scalp and yanked my head backwards. "Did you say no to me?"

"I'm sorry," I cried out.

"Are you crying?" Dick practically screamed. "You pussy. I'll give you something to cry about!"

It must have been 12 years since I got my last spanking, and that was delivered by a mother with a tiny hand through clothing. This was coming from a man whose muscles had muscles, and when his hand smashed down on my buttock I screamed out in pain.

"Shut up!" Dick hissed in my ear as he stuffed some of the bedding in my mouth to stifle me before going back to smacking my ass.

Again and again his hand came down, first on one cheek and then the other while I looked through my tears at Daddy administering the discipline until he stopped and asked me if I was even going to cross him again.

"No Daddy. I'm sorry."

"Now are you going to behave, or do you want to run home to Mommy and cry on her shoulder?"

"No. I'll do it. I'm just scared Daddy."

"I know you are son," Dick said softly as his hand softly rubbed what had to be a red butt. "In the future don't make me mad because I don't want to have to do that."

"Yes Daddy," I replied, although the look on his face when he was wailing on me said otherwise.

"Now what do you want Daddy to do?" he asked. "Say it."

"I want you - want you to put your penis in my ass," I said in a wobbly voice. "Daddy?

"Yes son?" Dick said as he slipped a slick finger into my ass and spun it around.

"It's going to hurt isn't it?"

"Yes son, especially at first but the pain will ease," Dick explained. "In time you'll be begging for me to fuck you in the ass. Trust me. Now spread your legs out more for Daddy.

"Ow!" I yelped when it felt like he put another finger into me.

"Ssh," Dick hissed, and he told me to stick the sheets in my mouth please it wouldn't do to have the police coming in and ruining our fun.

"Don't put it all in Daddy," I pleaded, and that was a mistake.

"Are you telling me what to do, Tyler?" he snapped, and after I assured him I wasn't he let go of the scalp he had grabbed.

"Just relax son," Dick said after the fingers came out, and after he moved up to the edge of the bed I felt the head of his cock trying to do what was obviously impossible.

In a few minutes I learned that nothing is impossible as Dick's monstrous organ forced its way into my ass after considerable effort on his part and a lot of pain for me. Through my salty tears I watched myself in the mirror as my mentor rode my ass like a cowboy and although I knew he didn't put it all in, it sure felt like it.

Like Daddy had said, the pain did ease a bit after the excruciating introduction of the head of his cock, which felt more like an apple was being jammed into my ass. My crying stopped eventually as well, which was good because the whimpering seemed to begin to annoy my mentor.

"I knew you would love it," Dick hissed as he hunched over my back, the hairy body soggy from his efforts. "Look at this."

I couldn't see what Dick was referring too but I felt his hand when it reached under me and found my cock which was nearly erect despite the discomfort, and after a few hard pulls I was fully erect. 

Seconds later I was cumming, spurting all over the bed while Dick laughed loudly, and then my hero straightened back up and resumed his position with his hands on my hips pulling me towards him as he continued to thrust into me hard.

A few moments later I heard a guttural roar as a soothing spurt of cum eased my sore insides, and after Dick had filled my bowels with his seed it was over. In time Dick's deflating manhood slipped out of my ass, and after he stepped back over to the night table he came behind me again.

"Look Tyler," Dick said, and when I looked at the mirror in front of us I saw he was holding a small hand mirror. "Can you see?"

I could but didn't want to because the sight of my asshole which was stretched out so much that it looked like you could drop a golf ball into it was horrifying. I was ruined because there was no way I could walk around with my ass like that for the rest of my life but Daddy assured me that I would look as good as new in no time.

Daddy was right of course, and I knew that because when I got back home later I looked at it in the mirror. Laying on my back with my legs raised and spread I looked at my reflection in the dresser mirror. Satisfied that except for a little redness all was well, I slipped my finger into my sore orifice and wished that my finger was Daddy's cock because he was right about that too. I did love it.

I loved him, to be more precise. I loved everything he did to me, even tolerating him peeing on me in the shower after he had made love to me.

"Kneel down," Dick had said after I had soaped him up and thoroughly scrubbed Daddy from head to toe, and while I thought that he wanted me to suck his cock instead he let loose with a torrent of piss that sprayed my chest.

"Good boy," Dick had said about me taking it without complaint and after he finished, and after he reached down and helped me to my feet by putting his hands under my arms, he ran his finger in the little cluster of hairs and reminded me that he wanted the hair gone tomorrow.

"Unless you would rather I plucked it out by hand," Dick mused as he yanked one of the little seedlings out, and I assured him that I would take care of it. "I want every hair below your neck gone."

It had hurt later when I reluctantly used Mom's razor to make my armpits smooth, not physically but emotionally because I had waited so long for it to grow, but it was what Daddy wanted so that along with the little tuft over my dick and the fuzz on the insides of my calves were history.

Daddy was delighted when I showed him my new silky smooth body the next day, and he laughed when I told him that without the hair around my dick it looked bigger.

The next day, and every day thereafter for over a week I went over and serviced my mentor. Daddy even sucked my dick once as a reward, and watching him swallow my dick was just as enjoyable as the act itself.

One day that second week though, I managed to make Daddy mad. He was explaining to me what a rim job was, and when he wanted me to do it I guess I made a face when I looked at the hairy crevice between his rock-hard buttocks.

"I'm waiting," he had said impatiently. "Or are you looking for some discipline to motivate you?"

"No," I replied, and was reminded that the word wasn't coupled with a Daddy or a Sir.

"Something tells me that someone is getting a little uppity, or maybe they're taking Daddy for granted," Daddy mused as I knelt down and began to lick his hairy asshole.

Once I got started it wasn't that bad, even with the tartness and bitterness that I got when I dipped my tongue into his anus, but the damage had been done.

"Not tonight Tyler," Daddy had said when I knocked on Dick's door after I got out of work the next day. "I have a date. Maybe tomorrow night."

The door closed and my heart broke because I had screwed up big time. Why didn't I just suck on his asshole right away like he wanted? I actually liked doing it after a while.

Now he had found somebody else, so I turned around and went into my apartment, where I soon learned that things were not as bad as I thought. They were worse.

"What's up?" I asked my mother, who was dressed up, or at least as much as she could manage given our limited budget, and she didn't look bad.

"I've got a date," Mom gushed excitedly as she bounced around the apartment like a hamster on speed. "Dick asked me out."

"Daddy?" I blurted out.

"I said Dick, not Daddy. Are you going deaf Tyler?" Mom exclaimed before concluding, "Why would I want to go out with your father anyway? Haven't seen him in so long and don't want to either. There's french bread pizza in the freezer..."

I staggered to my bedroom, unable to breathe as my world came crashing around me. My mind was spinning and while I was more jealous than anything, I also felt bad for my Mom because I knew that Dick was only doing this to hurt me. He didn't give a damn about Mom. I did though, and I wanted to warn her that she was getting excited over nothing.

I was out in the living room when the dreaded knock on the door came, and Mom was bouncing around like she was 15 instead of 50 as she asked me whether she looked okay.

"You look great Mom," I said, and I guess she mistook the moistness in my eyes for being happy for her.

"Wish me luck," Mom said as she opened the door.

Daddy's hulking frame filled the doorway, and instead of the sweaty t-shirt he was wearing a suit. He looked as fantastic as you would imagine, and they left almost right away, with Daddy giving me a wink when he left.

I didn't spend the entire night crying, but came close. Poised at the window I waited for them to get back home, and it seemed like a dinner and a movie was taking a long time but eventually the truck pulled into the lot and the two of them walked across to the building.

Poised in the doorway of my room I waited for the door to open, hoping that he wasn't going to get asked inside for a drink or something but the door didn't open. Not in a minute or even five minutes. A half hour later I was still standing there waiting, until I went to the peephole and looked out while hoping they were just talking instead of making out.

The hall was empty. I ran down the hall and then outside, looking up at Dick's apartment just in time to see the living room light go out, and then in a minute I saw the faint light in his bedroom go on.

"No," I said to no one before I ran back up the stairs and went to Daddy's door and put my ear to the wood.

I even put my hand on the doorknob and gave it a little turn, hoping it was locked but it wasn't.

"Don't do it," I told myself and turned around to go back home, but after pacing around for several minutes couldn't stand it anymore.

There was always the chance that Dick was just in there lifting weights or something, showing off for my mother, but after looking at the bottom of the door and seeing the living room light was still off I decided to take a chance and slowly opened the door.

I wasn't going to get caught because they were in the bedroom, and from the sounds that were coming from the end of the hall there wasn't any weightlifting exhibition going on.

I knew the familiar sounds of the bed squeaking, and I was also able to recognize the guttural grunting from Daddy but the other sound was new to me. I knew Mom's voice but had never heard her moaning and carrying on, squealing like a pig while uttering stuff like "OMIGOD Dick!".

I slipped down the hall and took a peek before hightailing it out of there, barely making it to the bathroom where I promptly lost my french bread pizza. Daddy was fucking Mommy, practically drilling her into the headboard like he always did me, and she was loving it too. Her feet were in the air while Dick slammed into her brutally.

Poor Mom. Mom's a tiny person, even smaller than me, and the thought of that huge cock tearing into her was frightening. I cleaned up and went to bed, but was still awake when Mom finally came home a couple of hours later.

I did drop off eventually, and missed Daddy's walk to his truck to go to work. I had to go to work at noon and Mom was just waking up when I was preparing to leave.

"Hi honey," Mom said as she gave me a kiss, and to say she looked nothing like she had the night before was a gross understatement.

"Hi. Gotta go," I said. "You okay?"

"Yeah. My ankle is sore," Mom explained, and I nodded knowing that she wasn't waddling like that because of a bad ankle because I had walked that walk myself and knew where it came from.

"Have fun with Dick?" I asked at the door, making sure I didn't call him Daddy again.

"Oh my yes. You know how long it's been since I had a date? Ages."

"What did you see?" I asked, and I guess the movie question stumped here because it took her a few seconds to respond.

"Do anything else interesting?" I asked, and after she told me about dinner she smiled and shook her head.

"Tyler, it was just a first date," Mom said. "What do you think happened?"

"See you later," I said as I headed for a lousy afternoon at work, and Daddy was already at his apartment when I got there.

"Why?" I asked Daddy as he came to the door clad only in a towel, still wet from the shower.

"Come in son," Dick said, and after I got inside he asked me if I was mad.

"No," I replied, adding, "Sir."

"Jealous?"

"Yes sir, but I don't want my Mom to get hurt. She's been through a lot."

"I didn't hurt her, at least not much," Daddy explained. "You could see that, couldn't you?"

"You heard me come in?"

"Of course I did," Daddy said, and when I asked whether my Mom knew too he shook his head. "No, your Mom was too busy cumming to notice. That was why I left the door unlocked, because I knew you wouldn't be able to resist. You took a chance though. What if we were sitting on the couch when you popped in?"

"Smart kid," Daddy said after I explained my checking the lights from outside. "Your Mom's okay. She tries a little too hard but she's good company."

"You like women too?" I asked.

"Sure. You know, your Mom said she hadn't been with a man since your old man took off," Daddy explained. "I believe it too because her pussy was about as tight as your ass is, at least it was at first before I stretched it out for her."

"Please Daddy," I whined, not wanting to hear this.

"You should have seen her face when she saw this," Dick said as he opened his towel and showed me the elephant trunk I knew so well. "I think you must have gotten your tiny dick from your old man, judging by the way she almost fainted when she pulled it out. She kept shaking her head and saying she didn't believe it."

"I don't want to hear this Daddy. I'm sorry I got you mad. It won't happen again," I promised. "Just please don't hurt my Mom."

"We're going out again next week," Daddy said, sticking a dagger in my heart. "You know, she's not bad in the sack. On her back she looks a little like you, you know that? Her saggy little titties flatten out like that and her nipples aren't much bigger than yours. Hairy pussy though. Got to do something about that."

"You know it hurts to hear you tell me about this stuff, Daddy."

"I know son but you have to learn to do what I say without question," Daddy said as he drew me close to him. "It won't be so bad. In fact, can you imagine if we all ended up living together? Picture it. The three of us in one place. Maybe even in the same bed. Haven't you even dreamed about having sex with your mother? Most boys do."

"I just want you Daddy," I said, and then he was easing me down to my knees.

"Prove it to me son," he said as he ran his fingers through my hair, and as my lips slid down his cock he added, "That's a good start Tyler. Good boy."

***

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Hercules and the Dildo of Hippolyta



We all know the story of Hercules, the hero of Greek mythology. He was the son of Zeus, the king of the Gods, and the beautiful maiden, Alcmene and he was the strongest man in the world at that time. Hercules had a tremendous male physique, with big muscles on all parts of his body, including his enormous cockmuscle. All the women who saw him immediately wanted him to fuck them...and he did.   

One day, Hercules made a mistake and fucked the Queen of Tiryns, who had offered herself to him, and she died of ecstasy in mid-orgasm.  The Queen of the Heavens, Hera hated Hercules because he was the bastard son of her husband Zeus. She decreed that Hercules must be the slave of King Eurystheus, the husband of the dead queen. 

Hera and Eurystheus wanted Hercules dead, but since he was half-god it was taboo for the king to kill him directly. So, Eurystheus devised labors that could result in his mortal death, sending him to face monstrous beasts that terrorized distant lands and were certainly capable of killing Hercules, no matter how strong he was. Hercules managed to slay or capture each one of them, much to the displeasure of Eurystheus and Hera. 

"For your next labor, I want you to do something different. You have killed the Nemean lion, the nine-headed Hydra, and all of the Styphalian birds. You have captured the Golden stag of Artemis, the Erymanthian Boar, the Cretan Bull and the man-eating horses of Diomedes, and you have even managed to clean the Augean stables. Now I want you to go to bring me the dildo of Hippolyta"

"Why do you want the dildo of Hippolyta?" Hercules asked with a grin.

King Eurystheus hesitated to answer, then said, "it is for my daughter."

His daughter, Admete was a beautiful young woman with the body of a nymph and the mind of a nymphomaniac. Admete wanted to fuck every man in the kingdom. She loved cocks – young cocks, old cocks, big cocks, small cocks, thick cocks, thin cocks, cut cocks, uncut cocks - all cocks. Everyone knew that Admete was the biggest slut in the kingdom. So her father, King Eurystheus, decided that she needed the legendary dildo of Hippolyta to satisfy her sexual desires but not get pregnant or fall in love with a man because of sex.

Hercules visited his wise old friend Achates, who knew everything, to learn about the dildo of Hippolyta.

"Tell me, Achates, where can I find this dildo of Hippolyta?"

"It can be found on the island of the Amazons, an island completely inhabited by women."

"Then, it should not be too difficult to get it from them."

"Don't be so sure. The Amazons are a warrior race of strong dominant women and they are bigger and stronger than most men. Hippolyta is their queen. There are no men in the island kingdom, or should I say queendom. 

"But if there are no men, then how do they perpetuate their species'

"Once every ten years, the Amazons set sail for another land and invade it with the purpose of capturing men and collecting their cum. They are able to defeat any army, conquer the kingdom, and overpower the men and enslave them.  They herd the men into corrals, chain them up naked so they can't get away, and milk their cocks to collect their spunk. The Amazon women stroke the men's cocks and make them shoot their big cumloads into buckets, and pour all of it into big vats of jism. When they have collected enough, they release the men and sail back to their island with the precious booty."

"You mean they....."

"Yes," Achates continued, "they use the sperm to impregnate a specially selected group of breeders, who give birth to a new generation every ten years. But the Amazons keep only the females, and they send the infant boys back to the place where the semen came from." 

Hercules set out for the island of the Amazons in a one man sailboat and it took him two days to arrive at the island. As he landed on the island and got out on the beach, he was surprised by a band of about ten women on horseback that rode up and quickly surrounded him.  

The Amazon women that surrounded Hercules all resembled each other – all had the same strong physical appearance having been eugenically bred and all born about twenty years ago.  Each one of them was just as muscular as Hercules, huge bulging muscles on their arms, shoulders, thighs and legs and not an ounce of body fat. They all wore silver-studded leather strap thongs that revealed their big, perfectly round breasts on their pectorals.

Five of the Amazon women aimed arrows at Hercules, while the other five took out their lariats and lassoed him. They pulled the rope loops tight, binding his arms and his legs. Before he could break free of the ropes, the other five Amazon shot poison tipped arrows into his body, piercing his skin and paralyzing him. Even the strongest man on Earth could not resist and the ten Amazon threw the bound and unconscious Hercules over a horseback and rode back to present their prize booty to Queen Hippolyta. 

They rode back to walled city-state where they lived and into a large stone-made stadium arena where sporting games took place. Hundreds of Amazons were in the stands of the stadium arena and in the center was a stage with a throne chair, where the beautiful queen Hippolyta sat. The Amazons on horseback dismounted and presented their paralyzed prize to Queen Hippolyta. They took his naked limp body and tied it to a cross in front of the queen. Hercules' dick and body were still limp from the poison-tipped arrows, but he became conscious and aware of his predicament. The beautiful queen Hippolyta got up from her throne and approached the captured slave. 

Hippolyta possessed the beauty of Aphrodite, the cunning of Athena, and the athletic ability of Artemis.  

"Who are you, slave?"

"I am Hercules."

"So, you are the mighty Hercules, the strongest of the weaker sex. We have heard of you."

"I am the strongest man on earth!"

"But not the strongest member of the human race. Any of my Amazons could subdue you."

And with the remark, Hippolyta kicked Hercules in his balls with all her might, causing the strongest man in the world to scream in excruciating pain and bend down in pure agony. Hippolyta and the hundreds of Amazons in the stadium all laughed. 

"You have arrived on our island on the night of the full moon. We are about to begin our lunar ritual....our tribute to Selene, goddess of the Moon."

On the playing field, in the center of the stadium arena, hundreds of naked Amazon women began having sex with each other. Hercules, chained to the post, watched them. Women began massaging, licking and sucking each other's feet. They began kissing each other on the lips, and swirling their tongues inside and outside their mouths. Rubbing, licking and sucking on each other's breasts. Their bodies sliding and slithering on each other like a tub full of serpents. They rubbed, licked and sucked on each other's juicy pussies. Their big clits were engorged and some of the Amazons erupted with uncontrollable geyser squirts. The women moaned, groaned, gasped, purred, and screamed in a concert that could be heard for miles. Hercules watched, there in the middle of it all, his big cock now recovered from the kick and fully erect from the sights and the sounds. 

Hercules watched as Hippolyta brought out the long two headed dildo. It looked like a snake with a head on each end. Hippolyta sat on her throne with her legs spread apart and her feet up on the seat. Her beautiful hairless pussy was open and pink and wet inside. She took the head of the long thick dildo and teased her lips and her clit with it, rubbing it back and forth. With her long legs up in the air, she slowly worked the dildo between her lips and then plunged it inside of her pussy and began pumping it in and out. The other end reached up to her mouth and she took that dildo head between her other pair of lips. The extendible dildo now connected her pussy to her mouth, as she fucked one end and sucked the other.        

The orgiastic ritual last for several hours, and after each of the Amazons became satiated they returned to their homes to sleep for the night. Hippolyta released Hercules and took him back to her chambers as his paralysis gradually wore off. 

"So, Hercules, why have you come to the island of the Amazon women?"

"I was sent here to bring back your dildo." 

"You are the son of Zeus, are you not?"

"Yes I am."

"Then, we will give it to you because of that, because you are the son of Zeus, as an offering to the King of the Gods."

"Yes, I will let him know."

"Now come over here and kneel before us with your head on the floor and your ass up in the air and we will give it to you."

And Hippolyta walked around behind him, squatted down and quickly shoved the dildo up his asshole. Hercules let out a long groan. 

"There, now you have it and you can take it home that way!" she laughed. 

With the dildo lodged in his ass, Hercules cock became bigger and harder than ever before. Hippolyta looked at it with curiosity and amazement, and became quite turned on. She could not control herself and was about to break the Amazon taboo. For the first time, she was going to suck and fuck a man's cock.

She attacked the cock with her mouth, surrounding it with her lips. She could feel it throbbing inside her cheeks. She released it and devoured it again, taking it in and out of her mouth, licking the head, the shaft and the balls, and then taking it deep down her throat. Hippolyta savored it like a big stick of sugarcane. She spit on the head, stroked it with her saliva, and the swallowed it again. Hercules let out long, loud moans. When she removed his cock from her mouth, there was a long slimy strand of spittle mixed with pre-spunk connecting her lips to his dick. 

Now, she had to have this real cock in her pussy. Hercules' enormous cock was sticking straight up and Hippolyta positioned her pussy over it, facing him, staring deep into his eyes. She slowly lowered herself on to it, until the mushroom head spread apart her labia majora and minora. Then, she sat down on it, taking the shaft all the way inside and began bouncing up and down on it, smashing against his cum filled balls. She rode it with wild abandon, sometimes letting it slip out, so she could take it and rub it against her clit. She leaned back and grasped on to his legs and rocked back and forth with the cock inside her. Her pants and screams were intermingled with the squishing sounds of her suction on his piston prick and the slapping of her ass cheeks on his muscular thighs.

After her orgasm, Hippolyta passed out with a contented smile on her face and Hercules got up and kissed this sleeping beauty on the lips. Seeing the opportunity to escape, he left her chambers and stealthfully left the walled city of the Amazons, with the dildo still tightly lodged in his ass. He ran back to the beach and got in his boat and sailed back to Tiryns to bring back his prize and complete the 9th labor.

And this is how Hercules retrieved the dildo of Hippolyta and how she lost her virginity to a man.

The End   

By DJ King 2013



Hercules: Boy To Man



Everyone knows the story of Hercules. He is the son of Zeus, the King of the Gods and of and Alcmene, a mortal woman. Hercules was born in the land of Cadmia and grew up to be a legendary hero. He was a man with a strength nothing on Earth could match. He would become the greatest hero of them all. Hercules fought against monsters and demons, all in the service of humanity. In time, he challenged the gods themselves. He was often at odds with the Olympians themselves, such as the Sun god Apollo and the wicked Hera, Queen of the Gods. Hercules fought against Giants such as Anteus and even fought against the fearsome Amazons, the legendary warrior women that few fighters could stand against. He would even battle the Titans, the seemingly invincible ancient enemies of the Olympian gods. This is one of the stories taking place in the hero's youth, before he began his amazing adventures...

The day comes and Hercules steps out of his home in Thebes. It's just another day in his life. He has recently turned eighteen. Hercules is a young man now. He stands six feet two inches tall, lean and rather wiry. He has black hair and pale green eyes. Nothing about him looks out of the ordinary. Hercules took considerable pains to hide his true nature from the ordinary mortals around him. Since he was born, he has had the strength of about a hundred men. His strength increased as he grew older. The body of Hercules is half mortal and half divine. The divine part of him comes directly from Zeus, his father. The power of the Thunderer lives inside the demigod who calls him father. As such, Hercules was impervious to what could hurt an ordinary man. His body could not be pierced by any blade or sharp object. It could not be crushed. Also, fire could not harm his flesh. He was simply invulnerable. Aside from his superhuman strength and invulnerability, Hercules did not differ from the people around him. He did not have superior stamina or agility. Indeed, other than his great strength and invulnerability, he was quite average.

Hercules was raised in the house of Amphitryon, a member of the royal family of Thebes and a cousin of king Eurystheus. Amphitryon was the leader of the Theban army. He had married Alcmene in his youth and had a son with her, Iphicles. When Iphicles was only ten, Amphitryon went away on a military campaign and the god Zeus assumed his form in order to seduce Alcmene. Zeus seduced Alcmene and their passionate night left her pregnant with Hercules. Amphitryon found out that the god Zeus had bested him and seduced his wife. He wasn't particularly happy with that fact. Indeed, he was very bitter toward both Alcmene and Hercules for years to come. He viewed Hercules with distrust and fear. Hercules didn't care much for his stepfather. He preferred to spend time with his teachers and friends. He developed a liking for the arts and his mother encouraged that. Hercules tried his best to conceal his super powers. He did not want the people of Thebes to fear him. Everyone knew that Hercules was the son of Zeus. People watched him with suspicion and awe. Hercules always behaved like an ordinary man should. He used to think of his super powers as a curse. They were what made him different from everyone else and there was a time when he wanted to be rid of them.

Since he was a child, Hercules has known that he was different. His mother Alcmene told him of what happened once when he was small. The goddess Hera sent two snakes into Hercules's crib and ordered them to kill him. The infant Hercules killed the snakes. His mother found him clutching the dead serpents in his tiny hands. Since that day, no one thought Hercules was ordinary. He grew up in Thebes and had very little interest in sports or military practice. Hercules liked to take care of animals and he also liked to read and write. He was a poet with a gentle soul, rather than the mindless brute that history and mythology portrayed him to be. Hercules met a young woman named Chiara when he was working in the fields. Chiara was the daughter of a farmer. She was a tall, slender young woman with blonde hair and pale blue eyes. She caught the attention of Hercules. The young demigod became fascinated by her. Contrarily to common belief, Hercules was not particularly different from any other youth when faced by a beautiful lady. He was smitten. He shyly approached the young lady and she was rather intrigued by him. Hercules often hid his true strength and while doing so, he behaved in a clumsy way that had the other farmers and field workers laughing at him.

Hercules was not that much of an expert with women. No man is an expert on women. Indeed, at the age of eighteen the son of Zeus was still a virgin. He used to go to his best friend Iolaus for advice. Iolaus was a tall, red-haired young man with dark brown eyes. He was the son of Labodros, a former sea captain. Iolaus was a charmer and a really great guy. Women loved him and he had his way with many of them. Iolaus was known to be a scoundrel at times and had broken many hearts. Still, he seemed to be an expert on women so Hercules came to him. Hercules had fallen in love with Chiara and didn't know how to go about getting with her. Iolaus gave him the wonderful idea of impressing her by giving her flowers, wine and later taking her back to his villa. Chiara was a smart young lady. She was twenty years old when she met Hercules. She had been with men before. Hercules was a novice when it came to matters of the heart. She wasn't. She should have been married a long time ago but she seemed to be a lady of ill repute. No man would have her. Her prospective husband had died the night before the wedding under mysterious circumstances and many were shocked by this. Chiara was a worshiper of Hecate, the goddess of Vengeance. A goddess that was particularly popular among the female half of the population but not so among the male half. Many suspected foul play on the matter of Chiara's prospective husband's death. Many suspected her as well but nothing was ever proven. It's with this woman that Hercules fell in love.

As luck would have it, Hercules persevered on his attempts to woo the lady and finally, his patience paid off. One evening, Chiara brought the young man back to her place. It was a small house near the fields. Hercules stood there, watching Chiara as she seductively undressed before him. Chiara was simply beautiful. She had full breasts, a slim waist and a wonderful, heart-shaped bottom. Her ass was sexy and wonderful to look at it. She looked at Hercules, who played the part of a shy youth. She kissed him and in that moment, Hercules lost all inhibitions. He was a man with desires. She was the woman he desired. She wanted him. He wanted her. She caressed him and eased him out of his clothes. He stood naked before her. They caressed each other. Chiara beheld the body of the son of a god. She was in awe. She was also consumed with lust. She kissed Hercules passionately and he groped her. She drew him down to her bed. The two lovers caressed and frolicked in the bed for some time before Chiara couldn't wait anymore and neither could Hercules. She took his manhood in her hand and pumped her hand up and down on his cock. Hercules sighed as she did so. She took his cock in her mouth. He gasped. Chiara began to suck his cock and caress his balls. Hercules closed his eyes, determined to enjoy what she was doing to him. Chiara sucked on Hercules's cock and licked his balls. Hercules grunted and moaned as she sucked his cock. She continued to suck him until he came. She drank his cum and licked his cock and balls until they were hard and dry. 

Hercules opened his eyes and grinned at Chiara. He pulled her into his arms. Laughing, she pushed him back down on the bed and straddled him. She lowered herself onto his cock. Hercules grabbed her by the hips and thrust his cock into her glistening wet pussy. Chiara barked obscenities as he entered her. He fucked her, hard. She was bouncing up and down on him, riding him for all he was worth. He was thrusting in and out of her snatch like there was no tomorrow. Chiara was like an animal in bed. Shouting, screaming, riding him like a matador would ride a powerful bull. He came inside her while she was shouting crazily. Chiara screamed and her fingers tried to dig themselves into his impervious skin. They couldn't. Hercules roared as he felt his seed leave his body and enter hers. She rolled off him and he extracted himself from her. The son of Zeus lay there, staring at the ceiling for a long time. When he looked at his companion, he was awed once more. Chiara lay next to him, sleeping soundly. Apparently, such happenings weren't all that unusual or all that special in her existence. 

For Hercules, this was a very special night. He was the son of Zeus. He was the heir of the god of Thunder. He had the strength of a god and the soul of a man. He would accomplish things no mortal ever could. He would challenge the greatest forces in the universe and emerge triumphant from each challenge. No human, god or monster could stand against him. Hercules would be a champion for men and gods and a hero to all. For now, he was no different than any ordinary young man who just had his memorable first time. He goes to sleep with a smile on his face and in that regard, he is no different from any other man on the planet. The son of the Thunder God's now a man for all to see.

The end. 



Hercules: The Dark Side



Hercules had been traveling in the land of Cadmia when he encountered the Anthropophagi. The Anthropophagi were a cannibalistic tribe that worshiped Mazikin, the god of chaos and destruction. Mazikin was an ancient foe of Zeus, the King of the Olympian Gods and father to many godlings and mortals, including Hercules. Mazikin had sided with the Titans during the Titanomachy, the war opposing the Titans and the gods. When the Olympians won, Zeus was merciless with his enemies. Mazikin was forced to flee the land of Greece or be locked away forever in the dark depths of Tartarus.

For thousands of years, Mazikin plotted his revenge. He established himself in Asia and was worshiped by a primitive tribe, which he soon turned to darkness and destruction. He inspired these people to kill in his name and to eat the flesh of the human dead. The tribe was feared by many. 

They were conquering more and more land. Mazikin hoped that one day, his followers would be numerous enough to attack Greece. Mazikin had a plan to defeat the Olympians once and for all. He wanted to turn one of their most faithful allies against them. Mazikin had selected the most dangerous of his followers and endowed them with dark magic. Those were the Vini. 

The Vini were extremely powerful and dangerous. Mazikin sent his Vini around the world and one of them would become the mother of Nebula, a beautiful black female who would later become the Queen of Pirates. A fierce fighter who was ruthless and yet had her own code of honor.

Mazikin knew what he was doing. Hercules was the son of the god Zeus. He was half human and half god. His mother was a mortal female named Alcmene. Mazikin knew what power flowed in the blood of a demigod as powerful as Hercules. 

He wanted to unite that power with darkness. Nebula renounced the dark ways of the tribe her mother came from and took off when she was young. She became a pirate. She changed her life. Nevertheless, the cursed magic of the Vini flowed through her blood. She had supernatural abilities and connections even if she didn't know it. Mazikin had a plan. 

He needed a dangerous weapon to use against the Olympian gods in the ultimate power struggle for the rulership of the world. He wanted a being with the blood of a god, the soul of a human and a heart of pure darkness. Pure darkness flowed through the blood of the Vini and all who descended from them.

Mazikin decided to set his plan in motion. He sent many Anthropophagi against Greece. The Greeks were frightened of the cannibal hordes. They called upon the war-like Spartan people to defend them. The king of Sparta asked Hercules for help. Hercules and his friend Iolaus joined the war effort against the Anthropophagi. The battle was carried both on land and on the open sea. That's where Hercules encountered the beautiful Queen of Pirates. They joined forces against the Anthropophagi whom Nebula had her own reasons to despise. They were the people she had forsaken. The people of her deceased mother. The people she always wanted to forget. Hercules asked several other heroes, including Xena the warrior princess and her friends Gabrielle and Joxer for help. 

Other heroes came along like Gilgamesh of Sumeria, Jason of Colchis and of the Argonnauts. Also coming along was Theseus, the man who killed the Minotaur and defeated the barbaric hordes of Attica. The heroes defeated the Anthropophagi. No one knew that a dark god had been scheming behind the whole thing. After the defeat of the murderous Anthropophagi, the Greeks were victorious. A big party was organized in the land of Sparta.

Hercules walked through the party. Parties weren't his thing. He felt awkward in them. He found his friend Iolaus talking with Nebula, the queen of pirates. 

Nebula was a tall, beautiful black woman. She was dressed in masculine attire that couldn't diminish her bodacious form and carried a sword with her at all times. Hercules found her to be quite interesting. She reminded him of Atalanta, the beautiful female athlete who had saved his life not long ago. He joined the conversation. Obviously, Iolaus and Nebula were really into each other. They went under a tent and invited Hercules to join in. Hercules normally wouldn't but he had a few drinks in him so...yeah.

When he went under the tent, Nebula started to heavily flirt with both of them and attempted to undress them. They did nothing to stop her and soon they were all naked. Hercules admired Nebula's sexy body as she knelt before Iolaus and began sucking on his peter. She was a really hot woman. Her ass was the sexiest and biggest that he'd ever seen. He just had to get some of that.

Hercules positioned himself behind Nebula. The female pirate grasped her sexy butt cheeks with her slim hands and spread them wide apart, exposing an obvious target. Hercules rubbed his cock against her asshole, and pushed. His cock penetrated her anus and he began pumping his cock into her tight hole. Nebula felt Hercules's cock violating her anus and traveling down her hershey highway. She felt abased but alive. She loved the feel of a hard cock up her ass.

Nebula sucked on Iolaus's cock. Iolaus grasped her by the neck and thrust his cock into her mouth. She almost gagged on his massive prick but soon got used to it. She sucked on Iolaus's cock and balls.

Hercules continued to fuck Nebula from behind. He rammed his cock into her asshole. She sucked on Iolaus's cock and licked his balls. He grunted in pleasure and urged her to continue what she was doing for him. Nebula's ass felt so damn tight around Hercules's cock that he came soon, filling her rectum with his cum. Nebula's body shook when Hercules came inside her. At the same time, Iolaus also came in her mouth. Nebula drank his cum.

They changed positions. Iolaus came up behind Nebula and slid his cock into her ass. Hercules positioned himself underneath her and she climbed on top of him so that his cock went into her pussy. Hercules placed his hands upon her hips and thrust into her. Iolaus slammed his cock into Nebula's ass. Hercules pumped his cock into her pussy. Nebula moaned as the two men drilled their hard cocks into her. They filled her with their cocks. Hercules slammed into her pussy and Iolaus rammed her asshole with his hard cock. 

They went at it like this for a long time before coming inside her simultaneously. At the same time, Nebula experienced a very intense orgasm the likes of which she hadn't felt in ages, so intense was it. She lay on top of Hercules. Iolaus leaned against her back. All piled up on each other. She rolled off Hercules and both men pulled out of her. They lay together under the tent, sated.

The three of them had no idea they were being watched. Mazikin had watched the hot threesome with interest. Everything was working. Soon, Nebula would find herself pregnant with Hercules's child. This child would have the blood of a god, the soul of a human and a heart of pure darkness. 

He would be the Dark Slayer. The one designated by fate. He would play a key role in the downfall of the Olympian gods. Once the Olympians fell, Mazikin would become the most powerful god in the universe. He would rule all. The dark god rubbed his hands together. Everything was going according to plan.