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Dr Cannon ran an online course of group therapy sessions for men who'd been diagnosed with psychologically caused erectile dysfunction. Men from all walks of life would log on each week to listen to Dr Cannon lecture them about how the only reason that they couldn't get it up when they wanted to was that they didn't have the correct mindset to control their body's natural reaction to sexual stimuli. Dr Cannon promised that if each man followed the course to the letter and performed his prescribed exercises, they'd have complete control over their own physical arousal.

To prove that his methods worked, Dr Cannon would end each session by standing up to show off his rock-hard cock on camera and proceed to cum on command, promising his patients that they'd have just as much control as he did if they continued to follow his course and kept up with their monthly payments for it.

After seeing Dr Cannon's demonstration, most men who've suffered through years of humiliating performance issues were sold on giving whatever Dr Cannon was suggesting a try. That certainly helped them accept some of Dr Cannon's more out-there therapies.

If they weren't so desperate, they might have backed out when Dr Cannon told them that they could only masturbate whilst listening to his lectures and that they should try and swallow as much cum as possible, whether their own or someone else's, to gain masculine strength. Since the patients in the therapy group were that desperate, most swallowed Dr Cannons explanations and got to swallowing as much cum as they could as well.

Results of the treatment varied among his patients, but Dr Cannon retained a loyal client base, with many of them crediting his course with getting them to cum for the first time in years. Most of them could only do so by participating in Dr Cannon's group masturbation sessions and timing their release with the doctor's own orgasm, but it was better than nothing.

If a patient was particularly dedicated to following Dr Cannon's treatment and was willing to pay for additional one-on-one sessions, Dr Cannon would sometimes let them in on the secret to his success. Being the patient who got to suck off Dr Cannon under his desk whilst he gave his group therapy sessions was the least a patient could do to thank Dr Cannon for all the help he'd given them to take back control of their erections.

Whilst they didn't get to feel the cum shoot into their mouths, of course, Dr Cannon at least let them lick it up from his desk afterwards. Swallowing down the cum of as masculine a man as Dr Connon was one of his top recommended treatments after all.

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You and your best mate had both been having problems with your respective sons' behaviour. They might have both been studying at university now, but they both still lived under their fathers' roofs, so going out partying every night and stumbling back home drunk at 4 o'clock in the morning just wasn't acceptable behaviour from either of them. You had tried everything to discipline your own son, and your best mate had done the same with his, but nothing had worked, with them both continuously disobeying their respective fathers and giving them attitude.

With both of you sick of your own son's unruly attitude and in a last-ditch effort to teach them a bit of obedience, you and your best mate agreed to each take the other's sons for a weekend to try and pound some sense into them, with whatever methods you each saw fit to use. The hope being that each of the sons would be more receptive to some harsh discipline when it was coming from a man who wasn't their own father.

For your weekend, you took your friend's son on a gruelling all-day-long hike, hoping to break his spirit a bit. He'd been resentful at first, but after half a day of hiking, he'd eventually started opening up to you, and you'd actually managed to have a respectful man-to-man talk about his recent behaviour towards his dad, with you even getting him to promise you that he'd start making more of an effort to not piss off his dad.

By the time you reached the end of the trail and were checking into your hotel room for the night, you were really pleased with your progress with your friend's son and were about to send him a message letting him know about your breakthrough and asking if he was having similar luck with your own son. But before you had a chance to send it, your best mate sent you his own message about his own progress with your son.

It was a picture of your son looking pleadingly up at the camera, lying on a bed with your best friend's cock lodged down his throat and with a hand holding him in place. There was a message to go along with the photo: "Your son's been giving me nothing but attitude all day, and I've finally had enough. Since he can't open his mouth without disrespecting me, I'm going to have to choke and gag him with my cock until he learns to show me some proper respect. He's not made much progress so far, but don't worry; I'll keep it up until he's as obedient as a well-trained bitch. How's it going with mine? Is he giving you just as much back talk?"

You stared at the message and accompanying photo for what felt like an age, working through your emotions before you decided how to reply. "Good to hear you're doing what's necessary to bring him to heel. I'm afraid I'm going to have to be even rougher with yours. He needs to be pounded into complete submission before he's even close to showing the proper respect due towards his elders. I'll let you know once I have a breakthrough with him."

After sending the message off, you quickly made your way to your friend's son's room, ready to treat him with the same amount of care that your friend had given yours. If your best mate was going to be bringing your son to heel by turning him into a bitch for cock, then you sure as hell were going to do the same to his.

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Kent had been surprised with how muted the reaction had been when he'd come out as gay at his factory job. He'd expected much more hostility from his colleagues upon them hearing the news, as usually a day didn't go by without at least one of his colleagues making a crude gay joke or using a homophobic slur. So, having them not seem to be bothered about it was a huge relief for him. He had thought that he'd have to keep his guard up around his colleagues for a while, but with their lack of reaction to Kent's announcement, he was able to let his guard down around them and fully focus on doing his job.

It turned out that that was a mistake on Kent's part, as the next time Kent had to get nearly fully inside one of the factory's machines to do some maintenance work, his coworkers took the opportunity to show Kent how they really felt about having a self-declared fag working alongside them.

They started off by slapping and squeezing Kent's clothed arse, mocking and jeering about how much cock it had probably taken. Kent tried to free himself from the machine to escape their harassment, but with his colleagues blocking him from retreating, Kent was completely trapped and at his coworkers' mercy. Despite Kent begging them to let him go, his coworkers only escalated their groping of Kent's arse, laughing amongst themselves as they dry humped Kent's behind and reached around to squeeze the growing bulge in the front of Kent's trousers.

Their assault took a turn when one of them called out that they wanted to see if it was true that all fags had a pussy instead of an arsehole. The rest of them roared with laughter at the comment, and they soon started to work together to strip Kent of his trousers.

Kent struggled against them, desperate not to allow them access to his bare arse, which did manage to prevent them from pulling down his pants. However, that only meant that in their impatience to get to his arsehole, Kent's coworkers decided just to rip his pants clean through. In no time at all, Kent's pants had a massive hole ripped in the back, with his underwear almost immediately meeting the same fate, leaving Kent's bare arse fully accessible to his tormentors.

Kent's colleagues wasted no time in taking advantage of their handiwork, with them slapping and fingering Kent's exposed arsehole and jostling against each other for a turn at violating his hole, all whilst Kent howled in protest as his hole was forcefully opened.

Somewhat inevitably, one of the workers decided that Kent's puckered hole was too tempting a target to resist sliding their cock into. Kent only realised that they had decided to start fucking him when the first cock was forcefully rammed up his arse without the slightest bit of warning.

Still trapped, Kent could do nothing but cry and beg as the first of what would turn out to be many of his coworkers tried out his hole for themselves. For the rest of the shift, Kent was simply a hole for all his colleagues to dump a load into, with Kent quickly losing track of how many men had taken advantage of his arse; he was pretty sure that by the end of his shift practically everyone in the factory had had a turn, including management, based on the sounds of grunts and banter he'd overheard as he was forced to take cock after cock.

Kent briefly felt a surge of hope that at least his ordeal would be over soon as the sounds of the end of shift bell rang across the factory. His hopes were quickly dashed, however, when the night shift immediately took over from the day shift, with new hands pinning him in place and new cocks taking their turn at fucking his hole.

Somehow the night shift were even more brutal in how they fucked him, perhaps because they were pissed off that Kent's arsehole was by that point a stretched-out, cum-filled mess.

They wouldn't turn their nose up at a convention hole to fuck, though, so Kent spent the entire night taking their cocks. After hours of being the factory's communal cum dump, Kent was eventually allowed to go home. Although only after being given a new work schedule which had him working a 24-hour shift followed by 24 hours off as the factory's new permanent fuck hole.

That wasn't his official title, of course, but it's what everyone at the factory knew his job was. Kent could have quit, but at some point during his first shift as a cum dumb, the constant fucking must have finally gotten to him, as Kent had started to accept that perhaps taking the loads of real men was all he was good for. In a weird way, he actually almost felt grateful to his coworkers for forcing him to accept his place beneath them and give up his delusions of being treated as their equal.

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You'd always been embarrassed about your dad being a mechanic, especially since most of his business was taking care of the cars of most of your friends as well as their dads and practically every other guy in town. Your friends' mockery and their dads' condescension of you and your dad had been bad enough when it'd just been your dad fixing their cars.

Things only got worse after your mother left your dad, and he started to struggle financially as your dad had started offering his customers extra services to keep them entertained whilst he fixed their vehicles. Those extra services quickly became a big hit with seemingly every man in town.

Your so-called friends constantly brought up how great your dad was at servicing them while he was bent over their car engines. Their dads weren't much better, with them always telling you to thank your dad for doing such an excellent job taking care of all their needs during their last visit to his workshop. They'd then give you a look over and ask whether you wanted to follow in your dad's footsteps and join the family business after you finish university. You'd tell them no, but your dad was trying his best to convince you otherwise.

Your dad told you that whilst it was a lot to get used to at first, you'd quickly get into the groove of it, and it'd actually start to feel good after taking care of the first few customers. You still didn't want to hear it, especially since your dad was often taking care of a customer's cock with his hairy arse hole whilst he lectured you about the benefits of training under him.

After painting your dad's insides with their cum, the customer would always agree with your dad that you'd make the perfect addition to the family business, and as your dad would always say, the customer is always right.

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When Walter had gone begging to his boss for a raise, Mr Murphy had made a big show of wondering aloud what possible task Walter could perform to earn it. As he had spoken, Mr Murphy had turned his chair towards Walter, propped his leg up, and began stroking both his chin and bulge in consideration.

Walter had always considered himself 100% straight and would never have voluntarily done anything with another man, but he was desperate. He was barely keeping up with the payments on his mortgage, and his wife was on the verge of leaving him over his financial troubles. If he couldn't get the extra cash flow soon, everything he'd worked his whole life for would come crashing down. So, with no other option, Walter fell to his knees and pressed his face against Mr Murphy's hard bulge.

It didn't take long for Mr Murphy to lose his trousers and underwear, giving Walter direct access to his rapidly inflating cock and hairy balls. Walter didn't have any experience taking cock, but he tried his hardest to give Mr Murphy as much pleasure as he could with his lips and tongue, bathing Mr Murphy's hairy nutsack with spit whilst breathing in the smell of the manager's musk.

Walter even let Mr Murphy ram his cock down Walter's virgin throat and paint Walter's face with his cum after working himself to orgasm by fucking Walter's inexperienced cocksucking mouth as roughly as Mr Murphy could. After he finished dumping his load across Walter's face, Mr Murphy barely acknowledged Walter except to tell him he could leave.

The full shame and embarrassment at what he'd just done fell heavily on Walter as Mr Murphy escorted him out of the meeting room. But that was nothing compared to how Walter felt when, with a grin, Mr Murphy said that if Walter thought of any tasks he could do to earn his raise, then he should let Mr Murphy know, as whilst Mr Murphy appreciated the blow job, he couldn't well give someone a rise over something like that. Otherwise, half the department would be demanding one.

Mr Murphy had then slapped Walter on the back with a booming laugh before he'd retreated to his office. Leaving Walter alone to consider his predicament, the feeling of drying cum on his face, a sore throat and a hard leaking cock causing an obvious bulge in his trousers being the only things he'd managed to gain from the meeting. Perhaps if Walter offered up his virgin arsehole to Mr Murphy to fuck, he'd be able to work it hard enough to get Mr Murphy to change his mind over giving Walter a raise.

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When Pa finally stood up for himself and asked his boss for a long-overdue raise, his boss had asked him where on earth a pushover like Pa had got the idea to stand up to his betters.

When Pa meekly admitted that it was his son who'd been the one who'd persuaded him to ask for a raise, his boss had laughed in Pa's face and said that if Pa was going to let his openly queer son call the shots for him, then the boss was going to have to treat Pa just like he would treat any uppity fag who asks a superior man for a raise. Pa spent the rest of the shift on his knees, his face and mouth taking the brunt of his boss's retribution for daring to try and stand up for himself based on the encouragement of his gay son over the advice of his straight boss.

By the time his boss was fully satisfied that Pa had learnt his lesson about who he should be taking advice from, Pa had swallowed a dozen of his boss's loads, with the cum he hadn't managed to swallow covering his face and clothes. At least he wouldn't need to have to explain to his son why he wasn't getting a raise.

Although knowing his son as he did, Pa wouldn't be surprised if his son didn't take one look at the cum covering his Pa's face and immediately begged his Pa to get him a job working under Pa's boss so he could experience the boss's discipline for himself. Pa really should have known better than to listen to his son. After all, what do queer sluts know about dealing with real men apart from how to best provoke them into feeding them their cocks?

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I don't know why I was still friends with Ricky. He'd always been an obnoxious arsehole who didn't give a shit about anything apart from having a laugh, drinking some beer, and scoring some pussy. We'd had some wild nights in the past because of it, but I'd long since outgrown his antics whilst he was still pulling the same shit as always.

It also didn't help that he wasn't exactly accepting about me coming out. He wasn't outright hateful towards me, but I can't get through one interaction with him without him making some crude gay joke, with his jokes often being aimed directly at me or my new boyfriend.

It was one of these jokes that finally caused me to put my foot down and challenge his behaviour. We'd been hanging out at the bar on a Saturday night when Ricky had made a joke about how you can tell a real fag from a regular gay guy, as a fag will get down on his knees without a second thought if offered the chance to suck a straight guy's cock.

At that, I'd spoken up and told him that he was dead wrong, as I'd never suck his cock in a million years, no matter what he offered me. Ricky had just smirked at me and said that was because I wasn't the fag sort, unlike my boyfriend, who definitely was.

Ricky was even willing to bet that if he offered my boyfriend the chance to suck his cock, my boyfriend would immediately give in and deep throat Ricky's cock all the way down to his hairy balls. If my boyfriend didn't give in, Ricky said he'd pay for my drinks for a year and wouldn't make any homo jokes for the same amount of time.

When I'd asked what Ricky would get if he won, he'd joked that he'd get a new toy to milk loads from his cock whenever he couldn't score any pussy. That final remark pushed my rage over the edge, and before I could have second thoughts, I accepted the bet, confident that my boyfriend would never give in to Ricky's offer, as my boyfriend had always hated my friendship with Ricky and had repeatedly asked me to stop hanging out with him. I couldn't wait to lord my victory over Ricky, bring his ego into check, and make him think twice before cracking more queer jokes.

I'd been busy with work the rest of the week, so I'd almost forgotten about the stupid bet right up until next Friday night when I'd received a photo from Ricky of him cockily sticking his tongue out at the camera as my boyfriend knelt before him. My boyfriend had his lips wrapped around Ricky's cock, and he didn't seem to have noticed Ricky taking a selfie of them.

Ricky had included a message with the photo. "Looks like I was right, Bro. Your boyfriend is a fag for straight man cock. I'd thought I'd have to work harder to get him to cheat on you, but the slut didn't even hesitate to suck me off as soon as I made the offer LOL. The little whore says he'll come running anytime I want to use his mouth to dump a load down it, so it looks like I don't even have to worry about claiming my prize for winning the bet. Instead, you can keep your mouth shut about knowing that your boyfriend's a cheating slut; the bitch thinks you're too stupid to notice that he's going to be taking my cock right under your nose from now on, and it'll be hilarious if we keep him in the dark about you knowing. Don't worry, though. I'll let you know every detail about every time the bitch cheats on you. See you at the bar tomorrow. I'll tell you all about how well your man took my cock up his arse."

If I had any self-respect, I'd have told Ricky to go fuck himself and immediately dumped my cheating whore of a boyfriend. Instead, I'd reached into my underwear with one hand and started jerking off almost as soon as I'd started reading Ricky's message. By the time I'd finished reading the message, I'd shot my load, soiling my underwear with my cum.

I realised then that I couldn't wait to hear from Ricky every last detail of how my boyfriend was betraying me for the chance to be fucked by Ricky's straight cock. I had to admit that Ricky had been right about my boyfriend being a cock-addicted fag, but he'd definitely been wrong when he'd said I wasn't one. If anything, I was even more of one than my boyfriend was.

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My dad couldn't understand why his ex-wife had left him for my now stepdad. My dad was a lean, muscular, well-dressed, and very successful corporate lawyer, so he was at a loss for why my mother had cheated on him with some working-class slob who struggled with maintaining his personal hygiene. I'd been right with my dad in wondering what on earth my mother had been thinking, leaving my dad for a knuckle-dragging brute.

I also wasn't happy about my stepdad trying to act like he was my father, with him frequently trying to give me advice on dating and which university classes I should be taking. Whilst I couldn't avoid it, as I was living with my mother and stepfather whilst I attended university, I always responded to his advice by telling him that I already had a dad, so I didn't need him getting involved when he wasn't welcome.

My real dad loved hearing how I utterly rejected my stepdad's attempts to influence me and always told me how proud he was that he and I had such a close relationship compared to my relationship with my stepdad. I knew that after his wife's betrayal, my dad really appreciated me sticking with him over my stepdad, and I was more than happy that I was able to do that for him.

That was the state of affairs when I was about to graduate from university. My dad had already lined up an internship at his company and had even offered to let me stay at his apartment whilst I got on my feet. I was looking forward to getting to work with my dad and getting out of my mother and stepfather's house so much that I'd already started packing up my things from my old room.

It was whilst I was going through my room that my stepdad knocked on my door and asked to have a talk with me about my future. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but not wanting to upset my mother and knowing that it'd probably be the last lecture I had to sit through from my stepdad, I let him in and agreed to hear him out.

Still in his work gear, having just finished his shift, my stepdad sat down next to me on my bed and told me he'd managed to get me an apprenticeship at his company and that I could start as soon as I graduated. Confused at what he was offering, I asked him why on earth I would do that when the work his company did had nothing to do with my degree and I already had an offer working with my real dad in an industry I'd actually studied to work in.

He'd responded that working with him at his company would give me the opportunity to really become a real man like him and his work colleagues and that if I went to work with my bio dad, I'd surely end up as just as much of a prissy corporate snob as my father was, and I surely didn't want that.

Outraged at his insults against my dad, I told him that there was no way I'd ever choose to become a slobbish grunt like him and that whilst he might have been able to seduce my mother to choose him over my dad, he'd never manage the same feat with me. At that, he'd smirked at me and said he knew for a fact that I'd fall for the exact same tactic that he'd used on my mother. I'd then told him to try it, confident that I'd easily be able to reject whatever my stepdad offered.

After telling me he'd be right back, my stepdad left my room to prepare his offer, as he put it. I didn't have to wait long, as my stepdad soon returned. I felt my jaw drop open in disbelief as the only thing my stepdad had changed was that he'd removed his work trousers, exposing the prominent bulge in his sky-blue underwear. Looking entirely self-satisfied with himself, my stepdad lifted his shirt up to expose his hairy chest and stomach and told me he'd offer me the exact same deal he'd offered my mother. If I chose him over my dad, my stepdad would let me drain his balls at least once a day in any way I liked. He'd then given his growing bulge a squeeze and told me that I could get started right away if I agreed to the deal.

I'd like to say that I hesitated before betraying my dad in the exact same way as my mother had done, but in truth, as soon as my stepdad finished speaking, I was on my knees before him, thrusting my face against his crouch and cupping his bulge with my mouth.

Soon I'd liberated my stepdad's cock from its confinement and shoved as much of it as I could down my throat. My stepdad had sworn loudly at this and exclaimed that I was an even better cocksucker than my mother. I just continued to work to impale his cock further down my throat until I'd managed to bury it completely down my throat, my nose pressed fully against his unwashed, musky pubic hair. In that position, it didn't take me long to suck out his load, which I greedily swallowed down.

Later that day I signed the paperwork to become an apprentice at my stepdad's company after he'd had a go at working his cock up my arse and depositing a load up there to match the one he'd shot down my throat.

The next day, I'd texted my bio dad that I was no longer interested in the internship or moving in with him. He'd called back for further explanation, but I'd been busy riding my stepdad's cock at the time, so I wasn't really sure what I'd managed to say to him in between grunts and moans as my stepdad pounded my hole. I know that my dad grew increasingly upset and angry as he begged me to come home to him, but I'd eventually grown too distracted to pay attention, so my stepdad took the phone from me and explained to my dad the new situation.

In between his own groans as he ploughed my ass, my stepdad explained to my biodad that just like my mother, I'd decided I needed a real man in my life who could take care of my needs in the way only a real man could, so my wimp of a biodad could fuck off. My stepdad had then hung up and redoubled his efforts at breeding my holes.

My biodad still tries to contact me every now and again, but between work and taking care of my stepdad's needs both under his desk at his office and in my bed at home each day, I'm far too busy to respond, so I normally just ignore him. I've got a real man as a father now who knows how to keep me satisfied, so I don't need to listen to my biodad's whiny, pathetic begging for me to come back to him.

Love em blue pants

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Ever since the work crews I manage found out that I'd once drunkenly let a guy fuck me up the arse, they've all wanted to have a go at riding my hole for themselves. So far, I've refused them all, as I'd only done it after a drunken night out, and I didn't ever want to repeat the experience. Being married to my wife, who doesn't have any idea about my drunken indiscretion, was also a factor in my refusal, as was the fact that any authority I have as the boss would fly out the window if my workers were fucking me full of their cum whenever they wanted.

Unfortunately for me, my workers aren't the type of guys to let someone saying no to them stand in their way, and they've made their displeasure with my refusal to put out for them very clear. I can't get through even one shift without one of them covering the back of my work pants with their cum. It's not the only bit of my work clothing that ends up covered in their cum, but it's definitely the most common.

I've tried everything I can think of to get them to stop, but every tactic has ended in failure. All the workers say that the only way that they'll stop is if each of them gets a turn ploughing my arsehole. I've held out so far, but I'm at my limit, especially since my wife is starting to get suspicious about why I'm doing so much laundry all the time.

I've resorted to cleaning the cum stains off with my tongue to try and hide them from her, but that backfired when one of my workers caught me in my car in the middle of sucking a load of cum off of my work pants. He, of course, told everyone I work with, and so they're all even more insistent about me taking their cocks now. I'm pretty sure they've even started adding their cum to my morning coffee if the change in taste is any indication.

That realisation was the final straw. I just want it to be over with, so tomorrow I'm going to strip down to nothing but an old jockstrap, bend myself over my desk, and announce over the site intercom that anyone who wants to fuck my arse full of their cum can drop by my office all day to do just that.

I know that an announcement like that will cause chaos as every man tries getting to my office to have a go for themselves and that tomorrow will almost certainly be an ordeal as a result. They'll also almost certainly never again see me as an equal, let alone a superior, but they already don't treat me with any respect now, so hopefully once they've all had a turn at my hole, they'll keep their word, and we can go back to how things used to be.

All I can hope for is that they're not too rough with me; the guy who first fucked me had done so without mercy, and I'd been sore for almost a week afterwards. I want to say that I hated the whole experience, but in truth, he'd fucked the biggest orgasm I've ever had out of me with nothing but his cock. If it hadn't been for the crew finding out, I might have even let him have another go.

I'm sure it was just a one-time reaction to losing my anal cherry, though, and that tomorrow, I won't feel anything like that. Although if I did, maybe being the site cum dump for a day won't be so bad. Who knows, maybe they'll even try and fuck me well enough to agree to be the company cum depository permanently. I'm sure that won't happen, though. If it came down to it, I'm sure I'd choose walking away with my pride, dignity and my relationship with my loving wife over becoming their permanent cock whore. Right?

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My wife and I had been having trouble getting pregnant. After a few tests, the doctor managed to determine that the issue was that my sperm wasn't making it far enough to reach her egg.

Luckily, it'd apparently be an easy fix. All I'd need to do was submit a sperm sample, and they'd be able to artificially inseminate it into my wife, where it'd have a much higher chance of success.

Thrilled that it'd be such a simple solution to our problems, we booked the next available appointment to provide a sample down at the fertility clinic where my sperm sample would be implemented into my wife as soon as I'd given it.

It was only when I got into the sample-giving room that I realised there'd be a problem. My wife and I had a very enthusiastic reaction to the news, with us celebrating the news by fucking like rabbits for the last week. Unfortunately, that meant I'd worked my balls dry, so I was having some trouble working up a sample to give, even though I'd given a couple of samples in the past.

I was taking so long that one of the clinic technicians knocked on the door and asked if I needed any help in there. Caught off guard, I said the first thing that came into my head, which was 'yes'. Before I could correct myself, the technician opened the door and quickly stepped inside, shutting the door behind him, not seeming fazed in the slightest at walking in on me with my pants around my ankles and my rock-hard cock in hand.

With a knowing smile, he told me not to worry, as I certainly wouldn't be the first man he's helped out. Seeing my confused look, he went on to explain that it is pretty common for a wife to leave her husband when she finds out that he's shooting blanks. So when the technician spots a repeat male visitor to the clinic, he likes to step in and offer his assistance. Instead of the husband having to submit a load of infertile sperm and admit to being incapable of giving his wife what she most wants, the technician would provide a sample instead.

His swimmers were apparently pretty fertile, as they'd done the job with every woman they'd been inserted into. When the wife inevitably gets pregnant, the wife thinks it is her husband's doing, whilst the husband gets to pretend to be the bio dad. It's a win-win for everyone, said the technician, smiling broadly and already lowering his scrubs, freeing his rapidly hardening cock.

I was so stunned by what was happening that I couldn't even say anything when the technician grabbed the sample tub from my hand and began furiously jacking off into it. I didn't have time to object before; with a groan of intense pleasure, he shot a massive load of cum into the tub, filling it almost completely with his sperm.

As I sat there still stuck dumb in disbelief, the technician handed me back the tub and made himself presentable. Then, with a wink, he told me that it'd be our secret before he turned and exited the room.

As soon as the door clicked shut, I felt my balls rise and my cock start to twitch uncontrollably. I realised I'd been absentmindedly jerking off the entire time. I tried to stop myself, but it was too late. I came all over myself, my seed covering my hands and the floor as I tightly gripped the tub containing the technician's sperm. I stared dumbly at my squirting cock before my head fell back in defeat as I realised I'd just wasted my load.

Still stunned and humiliated at what had just happened, I quickly cleaned myself up and made myself presentable. There was, of course, no way I'd be letting my wife be impregnated by some random technician's sperm, but I'd need to get a new tub to put my own sample in.

Putting the tub filled with the technician's sperm to the side, I went looking for one of the nurses to request another tub. I didn't have much luck, however, as I managed to get lost in the clinic's labyrinthine corridors.

After about 20 minutes of wandering, I finally managed to run into my wife, who was chatting with a nurse as well as the technician who'd provided his sperm. Noticing that my wife was crying, I made my way over to her, asking her what was wrong. Wiping tears from her eyes, she smiled at me and said nothing was wrong; she was just so happy that we were finally going to become parents.

I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes quickly darting between my wife, the nurse, and the technician as I tried to figure out what was going on. The nurse, seemingly oblivious to my agitated state, beamed at me and explained that she'd picked up my sample from the donation room and had brought it straight to the implantation theatre, and the technician had just finished giving my wife the sample.

Smiling knowingly at me, the technician said that was exactly right and that he was sure that the sample would take and that my wife was practically pregnant already. I didn't know how to react, so I just stood there, stunned into silence as my wife hugged both the nurse and technician in turn and thanked them profusely. My wife then prodded me to do the same, and not knowing what else to do, I did.

As I hugged the technician, he whispered in my ear that if my wife ever needed another sperm donation, he'd be happy to provide as many samples as we needed. If I were a real man, I would have punched him in the jaw right then and there. Instead, I simply nodded meekly and pulled away, hoping that no one noticed the rock-hard bulge in my trousers.

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Our father hadn't been too thrilled that both of his sons had turned out to be gay, but after a few years of both of us living with him after we'd graduated from university, our dad had gradually grown to appreciate the advantages of having two greedy cock suckers living under his roof. I don't think he'd ever give up his new morning routine of reading his morning paper whilst either my brother or I gave him a good morning blow job.

It was always a competition between my brother and me over who could get up the earliest to secure the privilege of being the one to suck our dad off each morning. Our dad didn't care which one of us got there first; as long as he had a throat to fuck his frustration out on whilst he read the news or checked the horse racing results, he was indifferent to which of his sons he was feeding his morning load to. As he put it, one cock slut of a son's mouth is as good as another.

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Both Brandon and I were on the night shift, neither by choice, but we ended up spending a lot of time together as a result. We didn't particularly like each other, as he was a bit of a cocky sports bro, whilst I was more of a bookish intellectual, but with no other choice, we at least had to tolerate each other during our shifts.

That'd worked fine up until management had announced that there was an upcoming opportunity for one of us to transfer to day shift and they'd be giving us the opportunity to work out between ourselves which one of us got it.

From then on, we were nearly constantly at each other's throats. We'd argue endlessly over which of us was most deserving of getting to work a normal schedule, which quickly devolved into both of us flinging insults back and forth at each other. We'd spend our whole shift that way, with the topic of our comparisons and insults ranging over every possible point of comparison.

Somewhat inevitably, that eventually led to us arguing over which of us was more manly. As soon as that topic had come up, Brandon had laughed in my face and started flexing his biceps, saying that obviously a ripped stud like him was much more of a real man compared to a scrawny runt like me.

I'd shot back that there were other, much more meaningful measures of a man. Brandon had surprisingly agreed and said that if that's how I wanted to play it, then I could whip it out right now, and we could both see who measured up as more of a man. I was taken aback at his suggestion, but I quickly realised there was no way to back down without conceding him victory in our argument.

Not wanting to expose myself at work, I pulled up a photo of my hard member on my phone and showed it to him, even though Brandon called me a pussy for not being willing to whip it out. Despite his insults, I was actually quietly confident with my length, as almost all my previous partners had told me that I was on the large side of things.

That was until Brandon took one look at my phone, and an unbearably smug smirk broke across his face. It was exactly the type of smirk that jock types wear when they're interacting with men they consider their inferiors.

I didn't have to wait long to find out why Brandon was so smug, as without a word, he opened up the front of his shorts and fed his rapidly inflating cocktail through the opening. He wasn't even fully hard yet, and I could already tell that he had me well beaten in every possible measurement.

Seeing me staring at his obviously superior member, Brandon shot the same infuriatingly smug smirk at me and again flexed his biceps. He didn't even need to say a word to convey the intended message. Before me was a real man in every conceivable way that mattered, and I'd been delusional in thinking I could ever measure up against him.

After that shift, we let management know that we'd collectively decided that Brandon was the one who was far more deserving of moving to the day shift and that I'd realised that night shift was where I was meant to be. Ever since then, Brandon has been using the more sociable hours to advance his career in leaps and bounds, whilst mine has languished in the dead end of the night shift.

It's not all bad, though. Occasionally, during shift changes, Brandon lets me have another peek at his cock. The image of his massive member has helped me get through many a long night shift, although I did get in trouble for spending too much time in the toilets instead of doing my job.

I could probably get my career back on track if I looked for another job at a different company, but Brandon says that if I stay working night shifts, he'll consider letting me touch his cock, maybe even suck on it if I'm particularly diligent in my duties. I can't pass up an opportunity like that, so I'm still in the job today, prepared to take whatever scraps Brandon throws my way. I'll never be better than him, but at least I can be near him and his big dick.

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Ben's meant to be getting married in a little under 5 minutes' time, but his best man was making a last-minute effort to try and persuade him to call the whole thing off. Ben had been letting the slut suck him off for years, and even though he's always said that he's only interested in using his friend's hole to dump his cum into, his friend has still somehow gotten the idea that Ben would dump his fiancée for the chance to become boyfriends or something.

There was no way Ben would be doing that. After all, it wasn't like Ben's best man could ever give up sucking Ben's cock, as he was far too much of a whore for straight men's cock to resist sucking it whenever Ben offered it to him despite his threats to the contrary. So why would Ben give up on marrying his fiancée when he wouldn't even have to give up getting his cock sucked on the regular?

Plus, there'd be plenty of opportunities for him and his best man to meet up without raising suspicion, considering Ben's fiancée and best man are brother and sister. Between the two of them, Ben would have everything he needed in life. A wife to love and start a family with and a cock slut unable to refuse him whenever he needed to bust a nut or take out his anger at life's frustrations by fucking a tight hole. Ben probably wouldn't even be marrying his fiancée if her brother wasn't such a skilled cocksucker.

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Of all the dads who visited their sons at the fraternity, Noah's dad was by far the most popular with the frat brothers. Noah thought that it was because his old man was chill with them drinking and partying all the time as well as being willing to make himself scarce whenever the frat was about to throw a rager. The rest of the frat and most of the male population on the university campus knew that the real reason for Noah's dad's popularity was that he spent every frat party in the frat house's basement taking any cock that was offered to him.

Noah had no idea that whilst his frat bros were keeping him distracted with doing keg stands and chugging beers, there was a line down the basement steps of guys waiting for their turn to get sucked by what were widely considered the best cocksucking lips in town.

Noah knew that there was a cocksucker in the basement, of course, but he thought it was some cheerleading slut who was the one suckling cock and not his own father, which was a misconception his frat bros were happy to keep going.

This arrangement had worked for a while until Noah had started to complain that he was the only guy in the frat who hadn't been sucked off and that he wanted his turn with the basement slut. Some of the brothers had nearly panicked at that, but the frat president quickly came up with a solution. The frat president told Noah that the basement slut had a crush on Noah and so wanted Noah to wear a blindfold whilst getting sucked off during the party so the slut's identity wouldn't be exposed and they'd still have a shot at getting with Noah.

Noah had been willing to go blindfolded if it meant getting his cock sucked, although he'd loudly complained to anyone who would listen that there was no way he'd ever respect a cockwhore like the one in the frat basement enough to ever consider treating them with anything but contempt, much less date the bitch. A few of his frat bros had to hide their laughter at that whilst agreeing with everything he said.

Some of the guys in line had kicked up a fuss about the frat bros leading the now blindfolded Noah to the front of the line, but they soon stopped complaining after a whispered explanation from the frat bros. Soon enough, Noah was at the front of the line waiting on the guy who was currently getting his cock sucked to finish so he could have his go. The guy in front apparently liked to paint his conquests with his cum as he pulled out at the last second and covered Noah's dad's beard with his cum.

Noah's dad licked his lips, trying to capture some of the stray cum, as his son was led to stand right in front of him. It was only once Noah had freed his hard cock from his pants and had a frat bro align it perfectly with his father's mouth that his father noticed the new cock waiting to be sucked.

Noah's dad had been about to dive right into unknowingly deep throating his own son's cock until he'd just happened to glance up and recognise his son at the last second. He'd opened his mouth wide, perhaps to alert his oblivious son, but Noah had gotten impatient waiting for the slut to start worshipping his dick, so before his dad could make a sound, Noah had grabbed the back of his father's head and shoved his cock inside.

The frat bros and other partygoers had cheered and chanted as Noah brutally fucked his dad's throat. Noah's father had tried to pull himself free of his son's grip, but Noah wasn't having any of it and only increased the intensity with which he fucked his father's face. Noah swore loudly when he felt the beard that was surrounding the mouth he was fucking.

He didn't stop his assault but instead launched into a diatribe about how worthless cock-sucking fags are and that all they're good for is taking straight men's cocks, which was met with enthusiastic agreement from the guys standing around him and muffled gagging sounds of protest from his father's stretched-out throat.

Noah's dad soon gave in and let himself be used as a fleshlight by his son, who was quickly building himself towards blasting his load. Sure enough, with a loud roar that was taken up by the frat bros around him, Noah shot his load down his dad's throat, ramming into it again and again as he sprayed shot after shot into his father's mouth.

As he came down from his release, Noah stumbled back and announced to the room that the slut had one of the best throats he'd ever fucked and that everyone should have a go before the end of the night. Noah's dad was soon surrounded by different frat bros' cocks, which jostled against each other to be the ones to get to claim the father's mouth next.

It was only after the next cock had started fucking his dad's face that Noah removed the blindfold. To say he was shocked to see his dad surrounded by cocks would be an understatement, and the realisation that he'd just throat-fucked his dad in front of the entire frat also didn't help.

Of all the things he could think after that revelation, the only thing that crossed Noah's mind that made any sense was that he should probably get back in line if he wanted another turn tonight. The line was getting pretty long after all, and just watching his frat bros gangbang his father's face was getting Noah hard again.

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I'd met my boyfriend on a hiking trail, and I thought it'd be romantic if I proposed to him on the same trail whilst we were hiking along it for our 5th anniversary. During the hike, I needed the opportunity to go back to the car to grab the ring I'd bought to propose with, so I told my boyfriend to go on ahead and that I'd catch up.

When I finally did catch back up with him, my boyfriend was in the middle of taking care of some other hiker's cock. It was exactly like how we'd first met, and like then, I couldn't help but immediately fall in love with the greedy little cock whore at just the sight of him on his knees taking some bear's thick cock.

The bear getting his cock sucked smirked at me and told me that he'd be done using the slut soon, as it was a world-class cocksucker. I told him not to worry and that he could take as long as he wanted using the whore's mouth, as I loved fucking an already used hole. I'd first asked my boyfriend out on a date whilst I'd been fucking his already cum-splattered face, so getting to propose to him in the same state would be absolutely perfect.

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It was the first time my fiancé was staying the night at my dad's place, and I was really keen for it to go well. My dad had never approved of any of my previous boyfriends, so I was really hoping that he'd at least be able to get along with the man I was going to marry. On my fiancé's side of things, he never had a father figure who'd been involved in his life, which he frequently lamented about to me, so I was hoping that they'd be able to form a good father-son bond on that basis.

My dad had been nice enough when he'd greeted my boyfriend at the door, but I could tell that both of them were sizing each other up and trying to get a read on one another. I'd been dead tired from driving all day, so after exchanging some brief small talk with them, I excused myself to bed with the parting quip that they should get to know each other whilst I was resting. I was out like a log as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I must have really needed a good sleep, as I slept in until well after sunrise. Getting up, I briefly noticed that my fiancé wasn't in bed next to me before I'd groggily made my way downstairs to the kitchen to get my morning coffee.

When I walked in, I found my dad sitting alone at the big wooden dining table, sitting facing the kitchen so that most of his body was blocked from view by the dining table. He acknowledged my presence with a nod towards me, but compared to his usual demeanour, he seemed distracted by something, although I had no idea what, as there was nothing resting on the table in front of him. Even his hands were down by his sides rather than laying on the tabletop.

As I walked over to the opposite end of the table with a cup of coffee, I noticed that the dishwasher was running as the sounds of sloshing water filled the kitchen. Getting to the table, I wished my father a good morning and asked him how he and my fiancé had gotten on last night. With a shaky breath, my father returned my greeting and said that he'd actually had an amazing time getting to know my fiancé.

At my sceptical look, he gave me a smile and said that whilst they had started out on the wrong foot by getting into an argument, they'd managed to patch things up and come to a mutual understanding about where they stood with each other. Which my dad said would be really fucking beneficial to the both of them. He must have really meant it as he let out a content sigh, and his eyes flickered closed when he said it.

Whilst I felt slightly relieved that my dad was being so positive, I was still worried about the argument that they'd apparently had. Regaining my dad's attention from whatever he'd become distracted by, I asked him what they'd argued about.

Letting out a long, drawn-out moan before he answered, my father said it was nothing really. It was just that he'd wanted to make sure that my fiancé was committed to becoming a part of the family. It turned out that my fiancé was more than willing to do whatever it took to please my dad, and he'd spent all night showing my dad how he'd do so.

My dad then let out a half-suppressed groan at the same time as he tried to tell me that my fiancé had been fucking fantastic at taking care of his needs, much better than any of my previous boyfriends had ever managed, in fact.

Concerned by his odd behaviour, I asked him if he was feeling okay. My dad had rapidly nodded and said that he'd just been up all night and he was still getting used to actually enjoying the time he spent with one of my boyfriends.

That comment reminded me that I hadn't seen my fiancé all morning, so I asked my dad if he'd seen him. My father said that my fiancé was actually earning his keep right now and was doing a hell of a job at it.

At that, I'd gotten pissed that my dad was taking advantage of my fiancé as free labour in return for his approval. I quickly left the kitchen to try and find where my boyfriend had been put to work.

As I exited, I absentmindedly shot back a suggestion that my dad should really get his dishwasher checked out, as it had been making weird slurping sounds during our entire conversation. My dad had roared back an incoherent yell at me as I exited the kitchen, so it seemed like my comment had pissed him off somehow.

I looked all over the house for my fiancé, but I couldn't find him anywhere. That was until I returned to the kitchen and found my fiancé sitting right next to my dad at the large wooden table. They were talking quietly between themselves but stopped as soon as they noticed me enter.

My fiancé looked nervous as he sipped from the cup of coffee I'd made earlier. As I approached them, I told my fiancé that that was mine and that he shouldn't have taken it for himself without asking me first. My fiancé nearly choked on the coffee whilst my dad started making excuses for him.

Ignoring both of them, I took back my coffee cup from my fiancé's hands and said that just because my dad said he could have my drink, it didn't mean my fiancé could just take it for himself.

They both stared at me for a beat before they both burst out into nearly hysterical laughter. Apparently, it had something to do with some inside joke they'd started last night, which they refused to explain to me, as I supposedly wouldn't get it. I rolled my eyes at their antics, sipped my coffee, and just hoped that whatever the reason was for them getting on so well would continue until at least the wedding.

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Whilst I knew my dad didn't like my university friend Ned's dad, I wasn't sure exactly why until we all ran into each other whilst Ned and his dad were out on a jog. After some restrained but polite small talk that my dad was obviously keen to get through as quickly as possible, Ned and his dad ran off to continue their jog, and I turned to my dad and asked him why he'd been so unfriendly to Ned's dad.

My dad responded that it was because he wanted to spend as little time as possible having to smell that slob of a man's sweaty musk. I'd laughed at my dad's bluntness, and we began trading quips back and forth about Ned's dad's body odour, such as whether he had a sense of smell or if he ever took a shower.

That would have probably been the end of it if I hadn't made the mistake of repeating one of the quips to Ned the next time I was hanging out with him. I'd joked about how rank his dad had smelt after he'd been working out, and Ned had gotten all offended by the jib, saying that his dad just had a real man's body with a real man's smell.

He'd gotten even more offended when I'd told him that my dad had been the one to first bring it up. Ned said he wouldn't have his dad being disrespected by my snobbish, neat-freak of a father. I told him to fuck off and that my dad was the better man, as he had enough self-respect to keep his hygiene up, and he'd never debase himself as Ned's dad did by going out in public with a sweaty ass crack.

After that exchange, we'd spent the rest of the visit in a mutual stony silence before I left for home. I hadn't thought that anything would come from our argument until a week later when I was invited round by Ned to hang at his place. Ned's dad always kept their fridge fully stocked with beer, so I didn't hesitate to head right on over.

At the door a smirking Ned greeted me, which instantly set me on edge, as it was the look he usually had when he'd gotten one over on someone, and I'd never liked it when it had been directed at me.

Now cautious, I slowly followed him into the living room after he'd invited me in, with him saying he had something to show me. I'd not been sure what to expect, but I definitely hadn't expected to find my dad lying on the floor with Ned's dad's sweaty arse smothering his face.

My dad's eyes went wide with panic when he saw me, and he tried desperately to struggle free from his pinned position. He didn't have much luck; Ned's dad's arse was too heavy, and his pin was too secure for my dad to break free. I couldn't even make out what my dad was yelling as the fat ass covering his mouth was too thick and too securely planted in place to make out anything distinct.

Not seeming at all fazed by the son of the man he was sitting on walking into the room, Ned's dad turned his head to me and greeted me with a friendly wave and said he was just busy showing my dad what a real man smelt like. All said whilst he bounced his fat, sweaty ass up and down on my dad's face, fully covering it every time he fully lowered himself.

I'd just spluttered in disbelief, having no idea what to say in response. Ned had then leaned in and asked me if I still thought my dad was the better man who was more worthy of respect. I wanted to defend my dad, but having to watch him be forced to sniff Ned's dad's sweaty ass right in front of me, I couldn't think of anything to say to defend him. Ned had laughed and said that's what he'd thought.

I'd then had to spend the rest of the afternoon watching as Ned's dad taught my dad a lesson in appreciating what a real man smelt like. From the sounds coming from my dad's face through Ned's dad's sweaty arse and the bulge in my dad's trousers, I was sure it would be a lesson that he wouldn't soon forget.