Burgers for Lunch

High School had been tough on Liam, he hadn't made friends as easily as he expected. He couldn't even get a girlfriend. He didn't understand what the problem was, he was a nice guy, handsome, tall, well built, smart, from a good family, he had a good allowance, so he had money to spend on a girl if she was worth it, & he knew he had an enormous dick. He'd compared himself in the locker room, in the showers. Everyone had noticed it, had stared at it. There were some boys who didn't want to shower near him, it was so intimidating. & yet... even that little sissy, Jonas, with the skinny little pencil-dick, who didn't even have a car, had managed to get a girl. He'd seen them huddled in a corner at a party, making out.

Sure, she wasn't hot, she was a bit of a chub really, but he wouldn't have complained too much if she'd let him squeeze those big soft tits a bit, he might have even let her be the first girl to suck him off. He could be nice around girls, he was careful to try & endear himself to them. He knew how to sweet talk, how to give compliments, how not to stare (when they'd notice) at their tits, ass & legs. He played their games. But why did they dress like that, little skirts, little tops if they weren't looking for a boyfriend?

He was getting sick of hearing shit like "let's be friends" or "I'm just not into you in THAT way." Friends? Why would he need a girl-friend? He wanted a girlfriend. A few times he'd wondered how hard it would be to procure a whore, how much they'd charge, if there was anything they wouldn't let him try out. He wondered if there was some way to buy one who hadn't already been used, so he could fuck his first one without a condom, without fear that he'd catch something. But he'd quickly rejected that idea, he was a good looking guy, with a HUGE cock. Bitches should be paying HIM for the luxury. Same goes for that 'date rape' drug he'd heard about. It was humiliating, that he was so hard up for puss. What was wrong with the chicks in Spokane?

Logically, he should have had lots of girlfriends by now, he'd just turned 18 & was in the last month of his last year - ever - at high school. If life was fair he'd have been seeing a few at a time. He couldn't wait to stick it in one, maybe his first time would be anal, he'd loved those videos, he had a whole bunch of them saved on his phone, which he liked to replay in the school toilets. At a party, he'd managed to get one of the stuck-up girls away from the herd & into the kid's parent's room (they were so much like sheep, the girls) & he'd been making progress, real progress!

She'd sat with him on the side of the bed. He'd been generous with the drinks, even the vodka he'd brought, even though he didn't have to be. He was making a real effort to listen to her talking about a problem with a best friend or something. He agreed with everything she said & kept complimenting her on her hot body, her hot face. When he'd put his hand on her skinny knee, & then squeezed that soft patch of thigh with his thumb, massaging it a little, she hadn't been difficult, had left his hand where it was. He almost had her in the palm of his hand.

Now he just needed to get across the finish line, & he brought out the big guns & opened up some video files on his cellphone. His was the newest version (after all, he wasn't spending money on pussy), the video was very good for 2002. He'd shown her some videos, first, some generic 'funny animal' clips, chicks loved that shit, it put them at ease, & then, to turn her on, one of his favorites. The one with the sexy blonde on her knees getting facialized. The man's cock was as big as his own & he even had a decent body (compared with some of the straight male porn stars), with visible ab muscles. He'd been inspired to shave his pubes like the guy. If he could get this girl to go from chatty to horny he'd be on the home stretch. Girls like guys with good bodies & big dicks, & they were alone, already sitting on a big bed...

He was already getting hard & he considered if it was the right time to show her the goods, show her what she could get off on (if he could just draw her eyes to his lap, he tried to move the phone there). He suspected that all he'd need to do was somehow get to a point where he could show a few girls his mammoth dong & they'd be crawling over each other to suck it. Last year he'd paid one of the boys he played basketball with twenty bucks to 'subtly' let some girls know he was 'hung like a horse'. He figured some good publicity would stir interest. But the kid had been a dud, he'd obviously never told anyone, just tried to steal his money. He'd enjoyed the hiding he'd given him a few days later before he took back the money.

But the bitch in the bedroom suddenly went cold on him. That's what they all did, those sluts, they all got off on teasing a guy & playing mind games. They loved the attention, loved making guys beg for it, because everyone knows that any time a girl wants sex she just has to whistle, even if she's a dog, but they make men jump through hoops & pass arbitrary tests. It's fucked up, it's misandry. Well, he wasn't a pussy, no way was he going to beg for her cunt. She'd missed out on the best sex of her life. She'd regret it. Her loss. She wasn't even as hot as she thought she was.

He stormed out, & later, when he was sharing the rest of the vodka with some of the boys, he'd described in graphic detail the sloppy blowjob she'd given him, how she'd deep-throated him & begged him to fuck her with his Godlike fuckstick but he'd turned her down because he was worried she had diseases & he didn't like the feeling of condoms. How he'd fingered her in consolation, sticking his whole hand in her filthy cunt while she'd told him he was giving her the best orgasm of her life. Scratch that, orgasms, plural.

At college his involuntary virginity persisted. Everywhere he looked it seemed like ugly guys were hooking up with semi-hot, or even, if he was honest, smoking hot bitches. He'd waste whole nights & max out the emergency credit card buying vodka-cranberries for 5s & 6s. Girls he shouldn't even have to give the time of day to, but he needed to at least get some fuck-practice in before he went after the quality ones. He'd had a fleshlight for years but he also invested in an almost anatomically accurate pussy, it looked like the bottom half of a mannequin, with its legs pulled off & bisected in the middle like the Black Dahlia.

It had two holes though & any time he wasn't studying torts, he was in her (he started to think of her as Rosie) & was watching porn on his laptop with his headphones in. He'd also watch videos made by alphas who had no issues getting & fucking chicks. He was a smart kid, he got a 1400 on his SATs & he'd barely even studied. So he knew if he watched enough, he'd get better. He'd just start with the low quality women, the easy pickings & work up to the real targets. He'd practice fucking Rosie in the meantime so he'd be really good when he finally got to do it.

He started to learn about feminism too. All that PC, gay-rights stuff that leftists loved, girls seemed to appreciate too (nowadays people call it 'woke,' Liam still keeps an eye on that shit in case there's something useful he can use as a line). So he took some time to learn some of the jargon, some of the talk & phrases he could use to get their attention. It was just like how his mother had told him that when she was a young woman she'd looked for a 'SNAG' & explained it stood for 'Sensitive New-Age Guy.' Girls didn't change, just the lingo. He attached pins to his bag, put some femme stickers on his journal (just one side, he didn't want to walk around looking like a cuck).

He noticed it started to work, that girls started to respond to him. He'd refer to himself as a 'male feminist' & 'ally' & tell them how disappointing it was that women still didn't earn as much as men. Man, they lapped it up, it was like finding a cheat-code that unlocked their tight little clique. He didn't seem to have as much success solo, or in long conversations, but if he was in a group of students at a club or bar or party, he could hover around the edges & nod & agree with most of what was being said & eventually, one of them would pull HERSELF away from the group & stand closer to him, lean in & even let him make out with her that night. The fun ones, had actually let him feel them up, squeeze their tits, would rub his massive dick through his chinos.

One girl had let him in a cab with her & he'd told the driver to take them to his address instead of hers. She'd been a bit sloppy drunk but he figured he could make it work, just give her coffee or something. In the meantime he chatted with the driver as if she was his girlfriend & he was going to have to "hold her hair back while she puked." He wanted the driver to think he was a guy with a girlfriend. He'd put an arm around her & half-carried her inside & was JUST getting into those panties when she'd pissed herself.

For a split second he considered if it mattered, but then he realized it smelled & was inching across the carpet towards his best kicks. He mopped it up with the towel that was by his bed, making sure it didn't touch any of his expensive gear. In the meantime, she'd woken up the whole house by stumbling to the bathroom & violently spewing for a long time. When he finally got sick of waiting & had opened the bathroom door he'd found his cockblock-dyke roommate sitting with her, wiping her face with a handful of toilet paper. & the stuck up man-hater had suggested he sleep on the sofa that night, as she was too drunk to consent. Consent? She'd been the one who'd ordered all the drinks on his credit card, she'd been the one who'd invited him into her taxi, at the club she'd been all over him. If that wasn't clear as crystal consent what the fuck was? & why should he have to sleep on the sofa? If she was going to be passed out, what did it matter?

But he knew better than to argue with the frigid bitch & had taken his pillows out of his room & slept on the sofa. He'd considered sticking her in a taxi after all & leaving her to it, but then he realized he'd be earning some gratitude-pussy in the morning by being such a nice guy. He even held off on jacking himself, he'd treat her to the full load.

But she'd snuck out without even waking him up, like some kind of shady slut, sneaking out like a dog. He checked & for a moment he thought she may have lifted his wallet too, but found it by his desk, cash still inside. She'd obviously been too drunk to find it. He guessed that was lucky. He guessed he'd dodged a bullet, did he really want to remember his first time being with some alcoholic piss-soaked whore who'd tried to rob him? Besides, she was probably a lez, she'd spent all that time in the bathroom with one. Later, when he showered, he'd popped the lid off the lesbian's shampoo & jacked himself off into it. Shaking the bottle up afterwards.

But soon after that he'd been able to seal the deal, better late than never he told himself. He still resented that it had taken so long, he was 20 by that stage, way too late. Most of his friends had lost theirs when they'd been teenagers (he'd always covered for himself, telling them he'd lost his way before leaving high school & describing the different kinds of women he'd banged, including a teacher he enjoyed inventing, a young teaching student who'd had a hot body, had done porn & told him he was the best sex of her life). Popping his cherry, in real-life, finally, had been great. The girl had an OK face but her body was awesome. He'd been delighted to realize he was a natural at doing it ('not just a big-dick' he smiled to himself).

He had enormous stamina to match his enormous dick & was able to really give it to her before he came (although she'd also forced him to wear a condom). But he'd been fantastic, he loved the way it looked to see his huge, hard cock ramming in & out of that tight little pussy. He'd been able to jackhammer her brains out, for nearly half an hour, so she must've been having multiple orgasms (he'd checked, asking her if she was cumming 'on daddy's big hard cock').

He loved it. The feeling was brilliant, better than Rosie because it was warm & wet too, just felt different, & he could squeeze the girl, suck on her titties & slap her ass. He'd tried to get it in her ass but apparently that wasn't something she was good at & she'd stopped him, firmly. The bitch had practically LIMPED out of his room later. He told her she could text him any time she wanted to hook up.

He'd texted her a few days later but she'd seemed busy, or hadn't seen his late night missives. It didn't matter, he'd popped his cherry & he'd been awesome at it & he felt confident & relaxed & later that week he'd got lucky again with another girl from a bar & then another & another.

When he was on break when he was 21 he went home to see the folks, & to work a little at his Dad's shop. He'd been walking on air, strutting around like the alpha he was, by this point he'd fucked 14 girls, all of them one-night-stands but whatever. He'd round up to 20s when he told people. Working at the shop wasn't as bad as it sounded either, his Dad ALWAYS overpaid people, even if they weren't his sons, & he was especially generous with his kids. Besides, he usually made Trev, his 19 year old brother do all the hard work.

He'd suspected Trev might be a queer. He'd heard some rumours at their high school & one kid even mentioned his 'fag' brother to him. He'd laughed, (obviously), but it had worried him. He didn't want his sissy brother ruining his reputation by association. Luckily, if he was, it didn't seem to amount to anything. & apparently Trev had even had a couple of girlfriends already (he didn't want to let on that he'd been earlier than himself, maybe the girls in the grades below him were just easier). Anyway, it hadn't mattered after all. When they weren't working at the shop, Liam & Trev would mostly hang around the house letting their Mom spoil them.

Liam's Mom was great, she adored him & loved taking care of his needs. She'd make him his favourite meal (lasagne) at least once a week & she'd always have extra cash in her purse or a nice cuddle. He actually thought for an older woman she was a bit of a MILF. She had a hot little body like a gymnast, & she'd kept it tight by playing tennis & swimming. Sure, she dressed a little conservatively, but even that had been a bit of a turn-on, those gauzy little blouses couldn't hide the full tits they covered up. & she'd wear skirts down to the knees, or a pair of white slacks. The skirts would curve around her sweetheart-shaped ass & the white slacks... he kept imagining how given the chance he'd ruin them, destroy their careful creases, stain them with his fluids (& hers, as soon as she saw his gigantic dick).

Secretly, he envied his Dad for getting to regularly stick it inside that hot piece. He wondered about the details, did she swallow? Was she a squirter? He fantasized about hiding a camera in their room, perhaps a nanny-cam, to get some footage of his Mom getting her ass fucked, or being choked. He would LOVE to choke her, it was something he'd discovered made him especially hard, made his ejaculation especially intense.

He'd dream up scenarios where he could fuck her, perhaps they'd all go on a long road trip, camping or something, & there wouldn't be enough room in the car. Someone would be sitting in the front passenger seat - no wait, there'd be something large & obstructive taking up the space, a filing cabinet or a snowboard or something & he & Mom would be forced to share one of the backseats together. She'd sit on his lap & he'd surprise her by sticking his giant throbbing erection in her, perhaps he'd rip her panties, or just move them aside & he'd make her cum while Dad drove them to wherever they were going & his brother & sister were either not there, or sleeping in the other backseat, or even, would watch & learn a thing or two.

What if he could drug his father? Perhaps put sleeping pills in his drink so he'd be deep asleep & he'd sneak in their bedroom & he'd wake her up by licking her pussy? She'd be surprised at first & then grateful & when she saw how big her boy was, she'd beg him to fuck her, beg him to give her the multiple orgasms Dad never could & he'd oblige & fuck her hard, while his Dad slept through it all on the other side of the bed.

Or perhaps there'd be a home invasion of some kind & the aggressor would be some kind of sick-fuck who'd point a gun at them & tell them he'd let them all live but only if they did the most deviant sexual things they could think of for his entertainment & Liam would bend Mom over & penetrate her in both holes & she'd cum & cum & he'd use every bit of her & she'd be enjoying it so much she'd want it all the time, & then he'd overpower the perverted burglar & pistol whip him & be a hero.

It was strange screwing Rosie in his old bedroom (of course he'd brought her) to these daydreams. Some scenarios seemed to stretch credulity but the more he worked an idea, the harder & more turned on he got. Sometimes, like when his Mom would get into her tennis gear (that itty bitty white skirt - oh God) he'd feel the blood pumping to his dick & would stagger a little on his way to his room or the bathroom to relieve himself. He liked to imagine that she might forget to put underwear on one of those times - maybe DELIBERATELY forgo the underwear & bend over in front of him, with her ankles crossed & let him get a good look at the lips of her pussy squishing out between her thighs.

He imagined she'd be wet doing it, & he played out that fantasy in his head, sometimes just leaning back & enjoying the visual, sometimes shocking her by sitting behind her & darting his tongue in, or rooting her bareback. He wondered if his Mom shaved her pussy, wondered if she would let HIM shave it for her? Perhaps he could even ask one day, in real life; offer to help her with grooming, didn't women let people do that to them at salons? He could put the offer like that, like he was just being thoughtful. Like it would save her money & he'd do a good job...

He'd saved multiple playlists on the porn sites he frequented of Mom/Son fucks, although they usually titled them & made it clear they were Stepmom/Stepson, which he hated. It took him out of the story, it was so cheesy. It wasn't even real incest. The hot part was when they were RELATED, not if they were just a couple of people in the same house. Although, he supposed there was something about cucking his Dad.

Liam didn't really respect his Dad. In his mind, Dad & Trev were very similar (although Liam had his father's medium build, he'd been disgusted to realize Trev was taller than him now). But Dad & Trev were... weak. Even if Dad wasn't being cucked (as he secretly fantasized about doing) he ACTED like he was a cuck. Sometimes he SEEMED like an alpha, like when he'd throw BBQs & talk business & hang out tinkering with one of the cars in the garage. But then he'd go & ruin it by being such a doormat. He kind of understood, after all, Mom was a quality piece, she ran a tidy household & cooked good meals & kept in shape & always wore lipstick, but sometimes it just frustrated him. She'd tell his Dad "on Wednesday night we're going to the Hansons for dinner, you need to pick up a bottle of wine on your way home" & Dad would just say "Yes dear, red or white?"

Dad was the breadwinner, the head of the household, he earned the money. Why did she need him to pick up wine, why couldn't SHE pick up the wine if it was so important? & had she even asked him before making plans with their friends? What if he'd been busy or tired or something? & what if he didn't want to drink wine? It got on his nerves. It didn't seem fair. He'd discuss it a lot with his friends on Reddit & they all agreed, even though his Mom sounded hot, she could also be a bit of a bitch. All women were sneaky, even the good ones.