CAM'S POV:
The sun was hanging low and golden when we rolled into New Orleans, the sky painted in shades of orange and pink that made the whole city glow. I was driving, my hands gripping the wheel, and my ass was fucking sore from sitting in the truck for hours. We'd left Nashville that morning, still buzzing from the Jamie June encounter, and now we were here—the Big Easy, the city of sin and jazz and endless fucking possibilities.
The heat hit us the second we crossed into the city limits. Humid. Sticky. The kind of heat that made your clothes cling to your skin and your balls stick to your thighs. I could smell it through the open windows—beignets frying in oil, bourbon spilling out of bars, the thick muddy scent of the Mississippi River mixing with everything else. Jazz music poured into the streets from every corner, saxophones and trumpets and drums creating this constant soundtrack that made the whole city feel alive.
The French Quarter was fucking beautiful. Wrought-iron balconies hung over narrow streets, flowers spilling out of planters, people drinking and laughing and stumbling along the sidewalks. Neon signs glowed even in the fading daylight, advertising bars and strip clubs and voodoo shops.
"Holy shit," Dame said from the passenger seat, leaning forward to take it all in. "This place is insane."
"Right?" I grinned, navigating through the chaos. "We're gonna have so much fun here."
"You mean you're gonna have fun getting your ass destroyed by some huge-dicked stranger," Dame said, smirking.
"Fuck you," I shot back, but I was grinning. "You're one to talk, Tits. How's your hole feeling after Rick rearranged your guts?"
Dame laughed and adjusted himself in his seat. "Still sore, actually. That man knew what he was doing."
"Yeah, eating your ass like it was his last meal," I teased. "Bet you were moaning like a little bitch."
"Says the guy who got split open by ten inches at a fucking gas station," Dame fired back. "You could barely walk afterward."
"Worth it," I said, and it was true. My ass was still a little tender from that encounter, but fuck, it had been incredible.
We found our hotel right off Bourbon Street—a cheap but cute little boutique place with colorful shutters and a balcony that overlooked the chaos below. The lobby smelled like old wood and incense.
We hauled our bags up the narrow staircase and into the room. It was small but charming—exposed brick walls, two queen beds with white linens, a little bathroom with a clawfoot tub, and French doors that opened onto the balcony. I could hear music and laughter drifting up from the street below, the constant hum of the city that never seemed to stop.
"This is perfect," Dame said, dropping his bag on one of the beds.
"Hell yeah it is," I agreed, already pulling off my shirt. "Now let's get ready to fucking party."
We stripped down to change, and I caught Dame checking me out in the mirror as I pulled off my jeans. I grinned and turned around, giving him a full view of my bubble butt.
"Still got it," I said, smacking one cheek and watching it jiggle.
"You're so fucking full of yourself," Dame said, but he was smiling.
I pulled on my tightest pair of light-wash jeans—the ones that made my ass look absolutely obscene. They hugged every curve, every inch of my bubble butt, and when I turned to check myself out in the mirror, I couldn't help but grin. Fuck, I looked good. I paired them with a cropped black tank top that showed off my toned abs and arms, and I was ready to go.
Dame was pulling on a white tank top that clung to his pecs, showing off those big beautiful tits of his. His nipples were already hard, pressing against the fabric, and I could see the outline of them perfectly.
"Damn, Tits," I said. "You're gonna have guys drooling all over you."
"That's the plan," Dame said, flexing a little and cupping his pecs. "Gotta show off the goods."
We headed out into the French Quarter, the heat wrapping around us like a blanket. The streets were packed with people—tourists, locals, college kids, everyone drinking and dancing and having the time of their lives. We bar-hopped, drinking strong-as-fuck hurricanes that tasted like fruit punch and gasoline, and dancing to live bands that played everything from jazz to pop to dirty blues.
I was feeling good. No—I was feeling fucking horny. The beach days with Austin and Ivan, the backstage encounter with Jamie June, all of it had left me restless and craving more. I wanted to get fucked. I wanted to feel a huge cock stretching me open, pounding into me until I couldn't think straight.
"You're eye-fucking every guy we pass," Dame said, laughing as we walked down Bourbon Street.
"Can you blame me?" I shot back. "Look at all this dick just walking around."
"You're insatiable."
"And you love it."
Dame grinned and clinked his plastic cup against mine. "Cheers to that, Ass."
We ended up at a packed gay bar tucked into a side street off the main drag. The bass was so loud I could feel it vibrating in my chest, and the place was wall-to-wall hot guys. Shirtless go-go dancers gyrated on platforms, their bodies slick with sweat and glitter. Strobe lights flashed, casting everything in shades of blue and purple and pink. The air smelled like sweat and cologne and sex.
I was scanning the crowd, my eyes roaming over the sea of muscular bodies, when I saw him.
He was standing at the bar, and fuck, he was massive. Tall—easily 6'5"—with broad shoulders and a body that looked like it had been carved out of stone. His skin was dark and smooth, glistening with sweat under the club lights, and he had a fresh fade haircut that framed his face perfectly. His eyes were dark and intense, and when they locked onto mine, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me.
He was wearing a tight black tank top that clung to his chest, showing off thick slabs of pecs and a deep eight-pack. His arms were huge, veiny and muscular, and his thighs were like tree trunks, straining against a pair of gray sweatpants that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I could see the outline of his cock—thick and heavy, swinging against his thigh—and my mouth went dry.
He grinned, slow and cocky, and started walking toward me.
"Goddamn, boy," he said, his voice a deep, smooth NOLA drawl that made my knees weak. "That ass got its own zip code?"
I laughed, my face heating up. "Maybe. You trying to visit?"
He stepped closer, towering over me, and his eyes raked over my body like he was undressing me right there. "I'm trying to do a lot more than visit, baby."
Fuck. My cock was already getting hard in my jeans.
"I'm Cam," I said, extending a hand.
He took it, his grip firm and warm. "Derek. But everyone calls me Big D."
Of course they did.
"This is my best friend, Dame," I said, gesturing to where Dame was standing beside me.
Big D glanced at Dame and nodded. "What's up, man."
"Hey," Dame said, smirking. He could tell exactly what was happening, and he was loving it.
Big D turned his attention back to me, his eyes never leaving my body. "Let me buy you a drink."
"Sure," I said, trying to play it cool even though my heart was racing.
He ordered us drinks—something strong and sweet that burned going down—and the whole time, his eyes stayed locked on me. On my ass, specifically. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch, and it made me squirm.
"You from around here?" I asked, taking a sip of my drink.
"Born and raised," Big D said. "You?"
"Massachusetts. We're on a road trip."
"Road trip, huh?" He grinned. "You having fun so far?"
"Yeah," I said, my voice a little breathless. "Lots of fun."
Dame caught my eye and gave me a look—the go get it look—and then he disappeared into the crowd, leaving me alone with Big D.
"Your friend's smart," Big D said, stepping closer. "Knows when to give a man some space."
"Yeah," I said, my voice barely audible over the music. "He's good like that."
Big D's hand came up to rest on my hip, his fingers pressing into my skin through my jeans. "You wanna dance?"
I nodded, unable to form words.
He pulled me onto the crowded dance floor, and the second we were surrounded by bodies, his hands were on me. The bass was so loud I could feel it vibrating in my chest, pulsing through my entire body like a second heartbeat. Bodies pressed against us from all sides—shirtless guys grinding, couples making out, the whole place a writhing mass of sweat and sex and music.
Big D grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him, and fuck—I felt the massive bulge in his pants pressing right against my ass crack.
Holy shit.
He was huge. I could feel the thick outline of his cock even through both our clothes, heavy and hard, and my breath caught in my throat. He started grinding against me, slow and deliberate, his hips rolling in time with the music, and his hands slid down from my hips to openly grope my bubble butt.
I moaned, the sound lost in the pounding music, and my head fell back against his chest. He was so fucking tall, so massive, and I felt small pressed against him. His hands squeezed my ass cheeks hard, fingers digging into the denim, and I could feel the heat of his palms even through my jeans.
"Been staring at that fat white ass since you walked in," he growled in my ear, his voice low and rough, his breath hot against my neck. "Knew I had to have it."
Fuck. My cock was already getting hard in my jeans.
"Yeah?" I breathed, grinding back against him, feeling that massive bulge slide between my cheeks.
"Fuck yeah," he said, his hands squeezing harder. "Gonna wreck that pretty hole. Gonna make you scream my name."
My cock throbbed, and I could feel pre-cum starting to leak. I wanted this. I wanted him. I wanted that huge cock inside me.
"You want that, baby?" Big D asked, one hand sliding up under my cropped tank to touch my bare skin. His palm was hot and rough against my abs. "You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes," I gasped. "Fuck yes."
His other hand stayed on my ass, groping and squeezing, and I could feel him getting harder against me. The bulge was insane—thick and long, pressing against my crack like a fucking baseball bat. I ground back against it, desperate, and he groaned in my ear.
"Goddamn," he breathed. "You're gonna look so good bouncing on my dick."
I was panting now, my whole body on fire. The strobe lights flashed, casting everything in shades of blue and purple, and I could smell his cologne mixed with sweat and musk. It was intoxicating. He smelled like sex and power and I wanted to fucking drown in it.
He spun me around suddenly, and before I could catch my breath, his mouth was on mine. He kissed me hard and deep, his tongue sliding into my mouth, and I moaned into the kiss. His hands gripped my ass from behind, pulling me against him, and I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach now. Fuck, it reached that high.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands gripping his massive shoulders, and kissed him back just as hard. His tongue was skilled, dominant, taking control of the kiss, and I let him. I wanted him to take control. I wanted him to use me.
When he pulled back, we were both breathing hard. His dark eyes were locked on mine, intense and hungry, and his lips were wet and swollen.
"Come with me," he said, his voice commanding.
My heart was racing so hard I thought it might explode. I nodded, unable to speak, and he grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd.
He led me through the packed bodies and out a back door that opened into a dimly lit courtyard. The second we stepped outside, the humid night air wrapped around us like a blanket. It was thick and heavy, clinging to my skin, and I could feel sweat already starting to bead on my forehead.
The courtyard was small and private, surrounded by old brick walls covered in ivy. There was a wooden bench against one wall, and a single dim light above the door we'd just come through. The distant sound of jazz drifted over the walls from somewhere nearby, mixing with the muffled bass from the bar and the occasional burst of laughter from the street beyond.
It was perfect. Private. Secluded.
My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.
Big D spun me around and pushed me up against the brick wall, his hands already working at the button of my jeans. The brick was rough and warm against my palms as I braced myself, and I could feel the texture scraping my skin.
"Fuck," I breathed. "We're really doing this?"
"Hell yeah we are," he said, his voice thick with lust. He yanked my jeans down just enough to expose my ass, the denim bunching around my thighs, and the humid air hit my bare skin. "Look at this fucking bubble."
I heard him drop to his knees behind me, and my breath caught. I looked back over my shoulder and saw him kneeling there, this massive, gorgeous man on his knees for me, and fuck—it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.
His huge hands grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them wide, and I felt completely exposed.
"Goddamn," he breathed, and I could feel his breath against my hole. "Prettiest pink hole I ever seen."
And then his tongue was on me.
I cried out, my hands slapping against the brick wall, and Big D buried his face in my ass. His tongue was hot and wet, licking a long, slow stroke from my taint all the way up to my hole, and the sensation made my knees weak.
"Fuck!" I gasped. "Fuck, that feels so good!"
He did it again, another long lick, his tongue flat and wide, and I could hear the obscene wet sounds he was making. He was slobbering on me, getting me soaking wet, and I could feel his spit dripping down my crack.
He spanked me suddenly, hard, and the sound echoed through the courtyard. My ass cheek stung and jiggled, and I moaned louder.
"You taste so fucking good," Big D groaned against my skin, his voice muffled. "Could eat this ass all night."
He spanked me again, the other cheek this time, and I felt my bubble butt bounce. Then his tongue was back, licking over my hole in slow circles, teasing me, and I was already trembling.
He spread my cheeks wider, his fingers digging into my flesh, and pushed his tongue inside me.
"Oh fuck!" I whimpered, my forehead pressing against the brick. "Oh fuck, oh fuck—"
He tongue-fucked me, pushing deeper, and I could feel his beard scraping against my skin. The contrast of the rough hair and his soft, wet tongue was driving me insane. He pulled back and licked another long stroke, then pushed his tongue inside again, fucking me with it in a steady rhythm.
The sounds were obscene. Wet. Sloppy. I could hear him moaning as he ate me out, like he was enjoying it as much as I was, and that made it even hotter.
He spanked me again, harder this time, and I cried out. My ass was on fire, stinging and bouncing, and he kept licking, kept tongue-fucking me, relentless.
"Please," I begged, my voice shaking. "Please, I need more."
He pulled back just long enough to spit directly on my hole, and I felt the warm wetness slide down my crack. Then he dove back in, his tongue pushing deep inside me, and I was a moaning, trembling mess.
He licked from my taint to my hole over and over, long slow strokes that made my legs shake. Then he'd focus on my hole, circling it with his tongue, kissing it, sucking on it, before pushing inside again. He was worshipping my ass, taking his time, and I'd never felt anything like it.
"Fuck," I whimpered. "Fuck, your tongue—"
He spanked me again, and again, alternating cheeks, and I could feel my bubble butt jiggling with each slap. The stinging pain mixed with the pleasure of his tongue, and I was losing my mind.
He spread my cheeks even wider, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks, and buried his face deeper. His tongue pushed as far inside me as it could go, and I felt him groaning against my skin, the vibrations sending shocks through my body.
My hands scrabbled against the brick, trying to find purchase, and my legs were shaking so hard I could barely stand. I was panting, gasping, moaning his name, and he just kept going.
He pulled back and I heard him spit again, then his tongue was back, licking and sucking and fucking me. The wet sounds filled the courtyard, mixing with my moans and the distant jazz, and I was completely lost in it.
"Please," I begged again. "Please, I need your cock."
Big D stood up slowly, and I heard the rustle of fabric as he pulled down his pants. My heart was racing, anticipation building, and I turned my head to look.
And my breath caught in my throat.
His cock was fucking massive.
I'd seen big cocks before—hell, I'd taken ten inches from the gas station guy—but this was something else entirely. Twelve and a half inches, easily. It was dark chocolate, the skin smooth and perfect, with thick veins running along the shaft that pulsed with his heartbeat.
The mushroom head was fat and swollen, already glistening with pre-cum that dripped from the tip in a long, thick strand. His balls were huge and heavy, hanging low between his thick thighs, and they swung slightly as he moved.
"Holy fuck," I breathed, my eyes wide.
Big D grinned, slow and cocky, and wrapped his hand around his shaft. His fingers didn't even come close to meeting around the girth. He stroked himself slowly, from base to tip, and more pre-cum leaked out, dripping onto the ground.
"You ready for this, baby?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.
I couldn't speak. I just stared at his cock, my mouth watering, my hole clenching with need. It was the biggest cock I'd ever seen. There was no way it would fit. But fuck, I wanted to try.
"Yes," I finally managed to say, my voice barely a whisper. "Fuck yes."
He stepped closer, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body. He stroked his cock again, slow and deliberate, and I watched as another thick drop of pre-cum formed at the tip and dripped down.
"Gonna split you open with this big dick," he said, his voice low and rough. "Gonna make you take every fucking inch."
My cock throbbed in my jeans, and I felt pre-cum soaking through my underwear. I was nervous and excited and desperate all at once.
He stepped up behind me, one hand gripping my hip, the other guiding his massive cock to my hole. I felt the head press against me, hot and slick with pre-cum, and I took a deep breath.
"Relax," Big D murmured, his voice suddenly gentle. "Let me in, baby."
He pushed forward, slow and steady, and I felt the stretch begin.
Fuck.
The burn was immediate, my hole struggling to open around his massive girth. It felt impossible. Like there was no way he'd fit. But I wanted it. I needed it.
"Breathe," Big D said, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my hip. "You're doing so good, baby. Just breathe."
I took a shaky breath and tried to relax, and he pushed a little deeper. The head popped inside, and I cried out at the stretch.
"Fuck!" I gasped. "You're so big—"
"I know," he said, his voice soothing. "You're taking it so good. Just a little more."
He pushed deeper, inch by inch, and I could feel every vein, every ridge, every fucking inch of him filling me up. My hole was stretched obscenely wide, burning and aching, but the pleasure was building too.
Two inches. Three. Four.
"Oh god," I whimpered. "Oh god, you're so deep—"
"Halfway there, baby," Big D said, and I couldn't believe it. Halfway? There was more?
He kept pushing, slow and steady, his hand gentle on my hip, and I felt myself opening up for him. Five inches. Six. Seven.
My legs were shaking, my hands pressed flat against the brick wall, and I was panting like I'd just run a marathon. The stretch was intense, overwhelming, but fuck—it felt incredible.
"You're doing so good," Big D murmured. "Taking my big dick like you were made for it."
Eight inches. Nine. Ten.
I could feel his cock pushing deeper into my guts, filling me completely, and I'd never felt so full in my life. My hole was gripping him tight, trying to pull him in deeper, and I could feel it pulsing around his shaft.
"Almost there," Big D said, his voice strained. "Just a little more, baby."
Eleven inches. Twelve.
And then I felt his heavy balls press against my ass, and I knew he was all the way inside.
"Fuck," I breathed, my whole body trembling. "You're all the way in."
"Yeah," Big D said, and I could hear the pride in his voice. "You took all twelve and a half inches, baby. Every fucking inch."
We stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing hard, and I tried to adjust to the feeling of being so completely filled. His cock was throbbing inside me, pulsing with his heartbeat, and I could feel it pressing against my prostate.
"You okay?" Big D asked, his hands gentle on my hips.
"Yeah," I panted. "Fuck me. Please."
He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, and the sensation of his cock sliding through my stretched hole made me moan. Then he pushed back in, slow and deep, and I cried out.
"Fuck!" I gasped.
He did it again, pulling out and pushing back in, establishing a rhythm. Long, deep strokes that made my whole body shake. His balls slapped against my ass with every thrust, the sound wet and obscene, and I could feel sweat dripping off his body onto my back.
"Fuck," Big D groaned. "Your hole is so tight. So fucking greedy."
"Yeah?" I gasped, my hands scrabbling against the brick. "You like it?"
"Fuck yeah I do," he growled, his hips slamming against my ass. "Gonna breed this fat white bubble. Gonna fill you up with my load."
He fucked me harder, faster, and I could hear the wet squelching sounds of my hole stretching around his cock. The humid night air clung to my skin, mixing with the sweat and musk and the smell of sex, and I was completely lost in it.
His cock was hitting my prostate with every thrust, sending shocks of pleasure through my body, and I felt like I was going to cum just from getting fucked. My own cock was throbbing, leaking pre-cum all over the ground, and I was moaning so loud I didn't care who heard.
"Fuck," I moaned. "Fuck, you're so deep—"
"Yeah?" Big D leaned down and kissed my neck, his beard scratching against my skin. "You feel me in your guts, baby?"
"Yes," I gasped. "Fuck yes—"
He bit down gently on my shoulder and fucked me harder, his hips slamming against my ass with brutal force. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the courtyard, mixing with my moans and his grunts and the distant jazz music.
"No one's ever taken all of me like this," Big D said, his voice rough with pleasure. "You're fucking perfect, baby. Made for my big dick."
I could feel every vein on his cock, every ridge, as he pounded into me. My hole was gripping him so tight it almost hurt, but the pleasure was overwhelming. The stretch, the fullness, the way he hit my prostate over and over—it was too much and not enough all at once.
"Harder," I begged. "Fuck me harder—"
Big D groaned and slammed into me, his massive cock driving deep, and I screamed. He fucked me with long, brutal strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, and I could feel my bubble butt jiggling with every impact.
Sweat dripped down my back, mixing with his, and I could smell his musk—thick and masculine and intoxicating. The humid air made everything feel heavier, more intense, and I was drowning in sensation.
"Fuck," Big D groaned. "Fuck, your ass is perfect. So fat and jiggly. Love watching it bounce on my dick."
He spanked me, hard, and I cried out. My ass stung and jiggled, and he did it again, and again, each slap making my cheeks bounce.
"That's it," he growled. "Take this big dick. Take every fucking inch."
I was a moaning, whimpering mess, my hands pressed flat against the brick wall, my legs shaking. He fucked me harder, deeper, and I could feel myself getting close to cumming.
"Fuck," I gasped. "Fuck, I'm gonna—"
Big D suddenly pulled out, and I whimpered at the loss. My hole felt empty, gaping, and I looked back at him with desperate eyes.
"Not yet," he said, grinning. He sat down on the wooden bench against the wall, his massive cock standing straight up, slick and glistening with my wetness. "Come here. Wanna watch that ass bounce."
I stumbled over to him, my legs shaking so hard I could barely walk. My hole was still stretched, still aching for his cock, and I was desperate to be filled again.
I turned around, facing away from him, and positioned myself over his cock. I could feel the heat of it, the thick head pressing against my hole, and I slowly started to sink down.
Fuck.
The angle was different, deeper, and I could feel every inch of him stretching me open as I lowered myself. My hole was already loose from the fucking, but his cock was so thick it still burned.
I sank down slowly, inch by inch, and Big D's hands gripped my hips, guiding me. Three inches. Five. Seven. Nine.
"That's it," he groaned. "Take it all, baby."
I bottomed out, my ass pressed against his thighs, and I took a moment to adjust. His cock was so deep in this position, pressing against my prostate, and I could feel it throbbing inside me.
"Fuck," I breathed. "You're so deep—"
"Now ride me," Big D said, his hands squeezing my hips. "Show me what that bubble can do."
I started moving, lifting myself up and slamming back down, and the sound of my ass clapping against his thighs echoed through the courtyard. It was loud and obscene, and I fucking loved it.
"Fuck yeah," Big D groaned, his hands moving to my ass cheeks. He squeezed them, spreading them wide so he could watch his cock disappear inside me. "Look at that. Look at how your hole stretches around me."
I rode him harder, faster, my bubble butt bouncing and jiggling with every movement. I could feel his cock hitting my prostate over and over, and the pleasure was building, overwhelming.
"You're so fucking sexy," Big D said, spanking my ass. The sound was loud, and my cheek stung and bounced. "Love watching this fat ass bounce on my dick."
"Yeah?" I gasped, riding him harder. "You like it?"
"Fuck yeah I do," he growled. "Could watch this all night. Prettiest ass I ever seen."
He spanked me again, and again, alternating cheeks, and I moaned louder. My ass was on fire, stinging and bouncing, and I could feel his cock throbbing inside me.
I rode him faster, slamming down hard, and the wet sounds filled the courtyard. My hole was so wet, so stretched, and I could feel it gripping his cock with every movement.
"Fuck," I moaned. "Fuck, your cock feels so good—"
Big D grabbed my hips and started thrusting up into me, meeting my movements, and the sensation was overwhelming. I could feel every vein on his cock, every ridge, and my hole was gripping him so tight it almost hurt.
"That's it," he groaned. "Ride that big dick. Take it all."
I was bouncing on his lap, my bubble butt clapping loudly against his thighs, and I could feel sweat dripping down my back. The humid air clung to my skin, and I could smell sex and musk and sweat.
"Look at how your ass jiggles," Big D said, his voice thick with lust. "Look at how it spreads around my cock. Fucking beautiful."
I rode him harder, desperate, and I could feel myself getting close to cumming. My cock was throbbing, leaking pre-cum all over my abs, and the pleasure was building.
"Fuck," I moaned. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum—"
"Not yet," Big D said, suddenly lifting me off his cock. I whimpered at the loss, my hole clenching around nothing, and he stood up. "Wanna fuck you face-to-face."
He pushed me back against the brick wall, the rough surface scraping my back, and lifted one of my legs, hooking it over his arm. He lined his cock up with my hole and pushed back inside in one smooth thrust.
"Fuck!" I cried out, my head falling back against the wall.
The angle was different, deeper, and I could feel his cock pressing against my prostate with every movement. He started fucking me hard, his hips slamming against mine, and he leaned down to kiss me.
His tongue slid into my mouth, and I moaned into the kiss. His massive pecs pressed against my chest, and I could feel his muscles flexing as he fucked me. My hands gripped his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath my fingers, and I held on for dear life.
"You feel so good," he groaned against my lips. "So fucking tight."
"Yeah?" I panted, my leg wrapped around his waist. "You gonna breed me?"
"Fuck yeah I am," Big D said, his thrusts getting harder, more brutal. "Gonna fill this tight white hole with my cum. Gonna breed you so good."
He fucked me harder, his cock driving deep, and I could feel it throbbing inside me. His breathing was getting ragged, his grunts louder, and I knew he was getting close.
"Do it," I begged, my hands gripping his shoulders tighter. "Cum inside me. Breed me."
Big D groaned, his body tensing, and his thrusts became erratic. He was close. So close.
"Fuck," he groaned. "Fuck, I'm gonna—"
His whole body went rigid, and then I felt it—the first pulse of his orgasm. His cock throbbed inside me, and then he was cumming, flooding my hole with hot, thick ropes of cum.
"Fuck!" Big D groaned, his hips still thrusting. "Fuck, baby—"
It felt like a fire hose going off inside me. The sheer volume was overwhelming, and I could feel it filling me completely, stretching me even more. His cock pulsed again, and again, each pulse releasing more cum, and I moaned at the sensation.
"Oh fuck," I gasped. "Oh fuck, there's so much—"
He kept cumming, his cock pulsing over and over, and I could feel it overflowing, leaking out around his shaft and dripping down my thighs. It was hot and thick and there was so much of it.
"Fuck, baby," Big D groaned, his forehead pressed against mine. "You're milking me. Taking every drop."
His cock pulsed again, and again, and I could feel every spurt, every drop. My hole was completely filled, stretched and leaking, and the sensation was incredible.
When he finally stopped, he didn't pull out. He just stayed buried inside me, panting, his body pressed against mine. I could feel his heart racing, his chest heaving, and his cock was still hard inside me.
"Fuck," he breathed. "That was intense."
"Yeah," I gasped, my whole body trembling. "Holy shit."
And then I felt it—his cock was still hard. Completely hard.
"You're still hard?" I said, my eyes wide with disbelief.
Big D grinned, slow and wicked. "Told you. I got stamina, baby."
He started moving again, slow at first, and the wet sounds were obscene. His cum squelched with every thrust, making everything slicker, wetter, and I moaned at the sensation.
"Fuck," I gasped. "You're gonna fuck me again?"
"Hell yeah I am," Big D said, his thrusts getting harder. "Gonna give you another load. Gonna fill you up even more."
He fucked me through his first load, his cock sliding easily through the cum-filled hole, and the sensation was overwhelming. I could feel the cum inside me sloshing around, making everything slide easier, and it was the filthiest thing I'd ever experienced.
"Fuck," I moaned. "Fuck, it's so wet—"
"Yeah," Big D groaned. "Love fucking my cum deeper into you. Love feeling it all over my dick."
He pulled out suddenly, and I felt a rush of cum leak out of my hole, thick and warm. It dripped down my thighs, and Big D looked down at it with a satisfied grin.
"Look at that," he said. "Look at all my cum leaking out of your pretty hole."
He pushed back inside, and more cum leaked out around his shaft. The visual must have been obscene—his massive dark cock sliding into my stretched pink hole, cum dripping everywhere—and it made my own cock throb.
"Fuck," I gasped. "Fuck, you're so big—"
Big D grabbed my other leg and lifted me completely off the ground, holding me against the wall with just his strength and his cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and he started fucking me harder.
The position was intense. He was so deep, hitting spots I didn't even know I had, and I was completely at his mercy. He controlled every movement, every thrust, and I just held on and took it.
"Fuck," he groaned. "You're so light. So easy to fuck like this."
He slammed into me, over and over, and I could feel his cum squelching with every thrust. The wet sounds filled the courtyard, mixing with my moans and his grunts, and I was completely lost in it.
"Harder," I begged. "Fuck me harder—"
Big D groaned and fucked me brutally, his hips slamming against mine, and I screamed. The pleasure was overwhelming, too much, and I could feel my orgasm building.
"Fuck," I moaned. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum—"
"Cum for me, baby," Big D growled. "Cum on my cock."
My cock was throbbing, leaking pre-cum all over my abs, and the pressure was building. His cock hit my prostate over and over, and I felt the orgasm building in my balls, in my cock, in my entire body.
"Fuck!" I cried out. "Fuck, I'm cumming—"
My body went rigid, and then I was cumming, my cock pulsing and shooting ropes of cum all over my chest and abs. The orgasm ripped through me, intense and overwhelming, and my hole clenched around Big D's cock, milking him.
"Fuck!" Big D groaned. "Fuck, you're so tight when you cum—"
He kept fucking me, his thrusts getting erratic, and I was still in the afterglow of my orgasm, my whole body shaking. I could feel him getting close, his cock throbbing inside me, and I knew he was about to cum again.
"Gonna cum again," he panted, his voice strained. "Gonna fill you up—"
"Yes," I begged, still trembling from my own orgasm. "Please, give it to me—"
Big D slammed into me one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and then he was cumming again. His cock pulsed, and I felt another massive load flooding my already-full hole.
"Fuck!" he groaned, his body shaking. "Fuck, baby—"
The second load was just as big as the first, maybe bigger, and I could feel it overflowing immediately. Cum dripped down my thighs, thick and warm, and I moaned at the sensation.
"Oh fuck," I gasped. "Oh fuck, there's so much—"
His cock pulsed again, and again, releasing rope after rope of hot cum, and I felt it dripping down onto the ground. My hole was completely filled, stretched and leaking, and I'd never felt so thoroughly bred in my life.
"Fuck," Big D groaned, his hips still twitching. "Fuck, you took it all—"
He collapsed against me, both of us panting and sweating, and I could feel his cock finally starting to soften inside me. We stayed like that for a moment, both trying to catch our breath, and then he slowly lowered me back to the ground.
My legs were shaking so hard I could barely stand, and I had to lean against the wall for support. Big D pulled out slowly, and I felt the rush of cum leaking out of my hole, thick and warm and obscene.
"Holy shit," I breathed, my whole body trembling.
Big D grinned and kissed me, slow and deep, his tongue sliding into my mouth. When he pulled back, his eyes were soft.
"You were fucking incredible," he said, his hand cupping my face.
"So were you," I said, my voice shaky.
He pulled up his pants, tucking his softening cock away, and then helped me pull up my jeans. I could feel cum soaking into my underwear, warm and slick, and I knew I was going to be a mess by the time I got back to the hotel.
"You gonna be okay getting back?" Big D asked, his hand on my lower back.
"Yeah," I said, grinning despite how sore I was. "I'll manage."
He kissed me one more time, soft and gentle, and then he was gone, disappearing back into the bar and leaving me standing in the courtyard, dazed and glowing and completely wrecked.
I stumbled back to the hotel, my legs shaking and my ass sore as fuck. I could feel both of Big D's loads leaking out of me with every step, soaking through my jeans, and I didn't even care. I felt fucking incredible.
When I got back to the room, Dame was sitting on the balcony with a box of beignets and two drinks, grinning like an idiot.
"There he is," Dame said as I stepped out onto the balcony. "The conquering hero."
"Shut up," I said, but I was grinning too.
I collapsed into the chair next to him and grabbed a beignet, biting into it and moaning at the taste. Powdered sugar exploded everywhere, and I didn't care.
"So?" Dame said, leaning forward. "How was it?"
"Fucking incredible," I said. "He was huge, Dame. Like, twelve and a half inches."
Dame's eyes went wide. "Holy shit."
"I know," I said, grinning. "And he came twice. Two massive loads. I'm still leaking."
Dame laughed and shook his head. "You're insane."
"You love it," I said, taking another bite of beignet.
We sat there in comfortable silence for a moment, the sounds of Bourbon Street drifting up to us, and then Dame looked over at me with a strange expression.
"You know," he said slowly. "Maybe one of these nights it'll be you and me, Tits."
I looked at him, my heart skipping a beat. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Dame said, his eyes locked on mine. "Maybe."
The tension between us was thick, electric, and I felt my cock twitch in my jeans despite how sore I was.
But then Dame grinned and stood up, stretching. "Come on, Ass. Let's get some sleep. We've got more road ahead of us."
I followed him inside, my mind racing, and as I collapsed onto my bed, I couldn't help but wonder what the rest of this trip had in store.
Whatever it was, I was fucking ready for it.