"I'd like you, unwrapped."

From Create Your Own Story

Len drives you to his place in a pick-up truck that smells of earth and plants. Once inside his small apartment, he's all over you, and you tug his shirt off quickly, revealing his wide chest, strong arms, and solid beer belly. He puts his thick biceps to use right away, throwing you onto his bed, tugging your jeans and underwear off, and rolling you high on your back. Holding your legs in the air, he dives into your smooth ass with his tongue. You writhe on it, and and he drops you back down, long enough to undo his belt and get out of his grass stained jeans. His cock is thick, about 8 1/2 inches, with a wicked curve in it and a massive head. You grin at him and hold your legs back up in the air.

"Unwrapped enough for you, boy?" he asks.


He eats your ass for a bit longer, but soon you're moaning while he fingers your ass. Len's line of work has made his hands hard and rough, the feel of his calloused fingers on your tender asslips is like nothing you've ever experienced.

"You want it unwrapped in your ass, too, baby? You want ol' Len to knock you up? Give you his gift for your 18th birthday?"

"Yah!" you beg, desperate to feel his raw cock breed your hole. "Get me pregnant, daddy!"

"Shit, that's hot."

"Fuck," you gasp, as he puts a third finger in you.

"If you insist," he says, laughing, and he pulls his fingers out, squirts some lube onto your hole, and lines himself up. He shoves in, and leans both oversized arms on either side of your head. You watch the muscles play as he pushes in once, twice, and three times, picking up the pace a bit at a time. You roll your head back, and start panting as he slams his curved dick in you over and over.

Len's stamina is phenomenal. He is rough, merciless, and, most importantly, mean. Very mean. He batters your ass, smacks your face, spits on you, and berates you with cruel insults -- boywhore, cunt, worthless slut, faggot bitch. This brutal fucking -- it seems more like he is raping you -- lasts for nearly an hour. You know it's wrong, but you love what he's doing to you.

"Happy... Birthday... Faggot!" he grunts, and drops a load deep inside you.

True to his word, he lights up after he cums. Once he's done, he stubs out the cigarette and dives at you again. Another aggressive, cruel bareback fuck. By the time you're both ready to sleep, the smell of three of his cigarettes float about in his bedroom, mingling with the taste of cum on your lips, Len's heady scent, and the slick sore feel of your ass.

"Gotta say, boy - hope it was a birthday you'll remember." He puffs on his cig.

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. You can feel the older man's gooey cum leaking out of you gaping anus.

He laughs. "Good. Not often I find a pretty boy who wants some dirty cum rammed home right."

You blink at him, his words echoing in your head. Dirty? "What?"

He looks at you, amused. "I knocked you up, boy."

You shake your head.

He laughs. "Jesus, boy. Don't you know the lingo you were using? You asked for a gift. You took my dick raw..." He laughs, shaking his head. "Like I said, that's one gift you don't get to return. Happy fucking birthday."

As what he says sinks in, your stomach starts to clench in tight knots.

Definitely a birthday you'll never forget.

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