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Your social media is bursting with men worshipping you and hoping to be the next inside you. They even pay for private chat with you and exclusive perks. You gotta admit, you love getting messages from fans telling you they're in your city and asking you to come meet them to get filled!

You really love your lifestyle. However, there's a little hiccup : you still live with your father. Even if fans pay a lot, it costs a lot to keep your body in perfect condition. Renting a place would mean getting a real job and less time for cocks, which is unacceptable. So, you keep grinding until your revenue is consistent enough to get you your own place and, in the meantime, you try hiding your lifestyle from your unsuspecting dad.

This time, luck seems to be on your side. Your dad told you he'll be out of town this weekend, so you'll have the house to yourself. Ecstatic, you immediately get online to announce to your platinum fans an event you'll be hosting where you'll be accepting every load from anybody.

You call your platinum fans your "Silver daddies", since you met some of them and they were all retired men having too much money to know what to do with. There were only a couple dozen of them, but they provided more than the thousands of other fans you have. So, this time, it was their reward for their subscription.

You figured only some of them will show up, but you were still expecting around ten of them, which is a reasonable amount of dicks for a day.

The day arrived and you hugged your dad goodbye. If he only knew what would take place in his house during his absence!

As soon as he leaves the driveway, you activate yourself to clean the place and hide the valuables. You get your hole ready, lubing it and loosening it with a dildo. Everything was in place. You get on your page to send a message to your platinum fans :

"It starts now. Get to [address], the door is unlocked and I'll be waiting for you in my room. I'm naked on my hands and knees, my hole is open for anyone to use. Come, fuck, cum and leave."

You wait on your phone when, in less than 10 minutes, you hear the front door being opened. You're surprised at how quick he's been, but get in position. You hear him entering your room behind you and his belt falls to the floor.

He gets behind you, puts his hands on your hips and you feel his hard dick pushing in. Aaaaaah the sweet sensation of a dick sliding inside you, it's so great! You hear the man moaning in pleasure as his dick pierces your bottom. Without a word, as you like, he starts to fuck you unceremoniously.

Then, with his dick deep inside you, he stops and says in a low and affirmative tone that seemed forced : "Turn around, I want to see your face as I fuck you."

You don't mind at all, it's a pretty common request. As you start moving, his hands grab you and turn you over. You then see the face of the one whose dick is deep inside you...

"Dad?!"

Shocked, you look in the eyes of the man who created you. Your own dad had his dick buried inside you. He looked unfazed and naturally resumed sliding his cock inside you while he casually explained himself, now with his usual voice :

"I found your page months ago. I thought a subscription would be a good way to support you from the shadows, but when I saw the stuff you posted there, I was disgusted. I tried to stay far from it, but you shoved your content so much, it felt like everyday I saw a different cock against your ass before I could skip the video.

One night, I was bored and curious. I watched a single clip you had posted to see the fuzz. Seeing that man enjoying your ass while you moaned got me hard, so I watched a second clip, then a third. By then, I was jerking off to my own son getting plowed by strangers. After some more clips, I came.

From that moment, I was hooked. I saw countless men fucking your ass and I jerked off with that. Everyday, I was waiting for a new clip, and I was secretly hoping that the daily dick looked like mine. Oh, you got fucked by a lot of men who look like me, that I know!

All that time, you were living under my roof, so I got even more curious. What's an easy way to get my own dick inside you? From that dumbfounded face you're making right now, I guess I made the right choice to not ask beforehand. I wouldn't have wanted to scare you away. So, I made up this fake trip knowing you'd jump on the occasion for taking a lot of dicks. So glad you fell for it!"

You listened to every word he was saying as if he spoke another language. You were so stunned, you didn't realize he was fucking you althrough his monologue. His rhythm was steady and slow, showing he's enjoying the moment and wants it to last.

How have you been so blind? Your father has been there all along fantasizing about you and you had no clue! The thought of it makes you dizzy. You can't believe that the man who raised you and took care of you through it all was balls deep inside you.

At that moment, an old man enters the room saying he wished he was first. Your dad, as casual and caring he was until now, started to accelerate, as if he was trying to hide who he was for you. From there, he fucked you relentlessly, as any stranger has done to you. Still, you couldn't fathom what was happening right now. You kept your mouth open for the whole ride, dumbfounded by the situation.

Eventually, what was bound to happen happened. He held your hips as his dick shot his load inside you. It really puts things in perspective when you get impregnated by all your to-be brothers and sisters.

You don't have time to fully recover mentally before the other man pushed aside your dad to put his own dick inside you, using your new family as lube to fuck you.

While you were busy being fucked, your dad picked up your phone and started typing.

After the other man shot his load in your ass and left, your dad showed you what he did. He proudly announced that's how you should do business before turning the phone to you. On your page, he posted a public message visible by everyone :

"Exclusive to Platinums, only today! You want to be the next dick entering me? Subscribe today and show up at my exclusive event to find my ass opened for you!"

It's been less than 10 minutes, and you already gained 50 new platinums. The door of the house was already opening for your next fan. Soon, the room was filled by every type of men : daddies, jocks, bears, twinks, ... each one of them wanted to put a load inside you.

Later, as the crowd thinned, you must've had hundreds of dicks inside you. You feel bloated even though you haven't eaten in hours, your ass is covered in fresh cum and it dried along your legs. Even with your sore ass, you've never felt so good in your life.

When you finally get a break to look at your phone, you have enough subscribers to put a down payment on your own house. You also have hundreds of private messages of men saying they couldn't make it but would fly in next weekend if you do it again.

When the last one left, you finally can stand up after hours of being pinned down. Your legs are numb, but you make it to the living room where your dad is having tea. "Looks like you made it! Your page is blowing up!" It's still strange to have your dad cheering for taking all those dicks, but you'll get used to it.

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Ed was my older cousin from out of the country, and he recently moved here looking for work. We were close as kids, and kept in touch over the years. He was always focused on fitness and self-grooming. For a while, he was a big athelete in his city, before the team was disbanded. Following that, looking for a change he took his savings and started traveling the world, now spending an extended trip to stay with me for a few months. I didn't charge him for housing of course, because despite what he says I could imagine his funds weren't as much as a few months ago when he first started traveling. Work had become so busy that after the first few days of getting him settled in, I hardly saw him. He would be out all night and I would be out all day. That being said, my boyfriend and I had recently broken up, and I was more mopey at home than I would rather have been. I didn't make too much of what Ed was doing, we'd give the occassional hello and chat but he got an extension for his travel visa so I told him I didn't mind if he stays so long as he didn't do anything that would land him in trouble or get him in serious physical danger.

Recently, stress from my work was getting to me. Ed sat me down one night and told me he was worried. I nodded and thought out loud to cut back on my hours, "might give me time for some ass," I chuckled. Ed looked back at me with a glint in his eye. "You'll work less if you can blow a load?" he asked, mischeviously. I nodded, "yeah, since Quinton and I broke things off, I barely have time to jerk myself off. Fuck, a hot hole on a guy? That's even better." Ed nodded, and I changed the subject to his funds. "Glad you're partying and all, Ed, you need help with money or anything?" He shook his head, "no, Ben, I can't ask you for that, but there's something I'm trying to figure out for money while I'm here, but I might need your help..." I asked what it was but he said he'd show me later. The convo drifted briefly to our aunts and uncles, and we kept my spirits as we laughed and drank our beers, enjoying the rare time that we were both home. And I'll be honest, I was looking at Ed like he was a snack. Years of fitness and now gym-time has left him body perfectly sculpted. He was resting with his arms behind his head, wearing just a pair of short shorts as his hairless body was in full show for me as I had just come home as he was stepping out of the shower. His ass was perky and huge. His eyes were animated as we caught up from old times, and some new stories of troubles and hilarious moments from our lives apart as adults. Soon though I got sleepy from exhaustion and went to bed for the night while Ed was going out.

I woke up in the night from a text that Ed, I had my alerts on loud for him as I told him to always reach out if he was every in trouble. It was a video attachment. Groggly, I opened it, and was surprise to see someone was holding the camera as it recorded Ed from behind as he was on all fours on a hotel bed. A voice came through, "okay, it's recording..." Ed started to gyrate his hips and beg the recorder, "oh fuck, give me that big dick, daddy" as the man grabbed his thick dick and slapped it against Ed's cheeks. He whined and reached back to pull apart his cheeks to show his hole. "Yeah, you're gonna be a good little bitch for me? You want it now?" Ed let out a deep groan as he felt the intrusion of his hole from the man's dick. "Fuck yeah, anytime you want it, daddy, fuck." They both groaned as the man kept pummeling in and out, I took careful note that Ed's face wasn't in it. Mid-fuck, the video stopped. I got a text from Ed again for a new video, and intrigued with now a stuff rod under the covers, I hit play.

At the same time, I felt a warm wet mouth over my dick. I yelped in surprise and instead of pulling out I pushed up by accident, causing the mouth to gag. It didn't pull away, but instead muffled out, "keep watching!" I recognized the voice as Ed, and horny beyond belief I diverted the attention back to the video. It was one of Ed on his hands and knees on the bed, head down ass up as he was getting railed by a guy. Ed was screaming and moaning out as he rocked in and out, shifting pace as he started to fuck himself when the guy stopped moving. "C'mon man, fuck me," he whined. I took a moment to noticed Ed's mouth on my own dick, and was suprised as the pace of his mouth strokes matching up with the visuals on the video. All of the sudden, as video Ed bottomed out on the dick, I felt Ed's lips hit my pubes signifying he had reached the hilt of my dick. He used his throat muscles to massage me, gurgling and choking as he held his position.

I stopped the video. And undid the covers. Under dim light I saw Ed's muscled naked body between my thighs as he looked up at me, face full of cock. He dislodged it from his throat and coughed a bit as he wiped away tears. "Gotta earn my keep here somehow, ya know?" he winked as I asked "what's going on?" He went to reach for my dick again but I slapped it away from him and started to take my dick and whack it against his face lightly, watching him chase it with his mouth.

I told him since he's offering up his holes, I'll oblige. I had him get on his back and hold his legs out as I went to eat out his hole. "Tell me all about this new work of yours," I muttered as he told me how he got into whoring the past few weeks. In between moans, he said one night he joined a group of guys out to party when they stumbled into a gay bar. He soon started to get hit on a lot of guys, and, feeling a confidence boost, stripped and started to dance with a bunch of them, though he told them he wasn't particularly into guys. One older stud approached him, and once they got to talking he realized the guy, Rick, was a regional athlete back in the day from his home. Ed was smitten, and the drinks flowed and they both got handsy, as Rick was still built like a stud and he appreciated Ed like he was a peer. Rick straight up asked if Ed wanted to go to his place to get closer, and he agreed. Little did he know he was about to start his bottoming obsession that night, after Rick rocked his ass for hours.

Rick told Ed he had owned a company and wanted Ed to model for him, but would need to wait a few weeks to prepare for campaign for a clothing line. Ed agreed and Rick offered that if Ed was looking to make quick cash his oral and anal talents could also be referred out to friends of his. And Rick, turned on by getting used and getting a guy off, took some of those contacts out. Since then, he's been floating around various circles with some rich folks, gagging on dicks and moaning throughout the night as he got fucked over and over.

"Well, you certainly have the body for it, and that would explain how well you're doing while you're here," I said as I now was fucking him. His face contorted as he went through waves of pleasure, begging me to fuck him harder and me teasing him by alternating slow and fast fucks. "C'mon baby, release some of that stress, let me take it for you, fuck I need it so bad." He moaned out. Having this stud get all submissive on me as I watched his pecs bounce was pushing me over the edge. He gave me a wink and a bicep flex and that was the final straw. I screamed as I erupted into him, him moaning out as he felt me release. "Fuck yea, baby, just like that," he smiled as I leaned into kiss him. After a few beats of resting on him I got up and asked if he wanted to cum too. "Nah, I like staying in the mood, want you to fuck me in a bit again too," he chuckled.

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“Yeah,” I nodded, bending forward and planting my hands on the mattress, giving him better access to my hole. “You can do anything you want to me—that’s the deal.”

We stayed at a bed and breakfast on the outskirts of the city, in an area where the houses were quite far apart. The owner greeted us warmly when we arrived, loaded with our heavy luggage. He was a tall, burly man with a very attractive face and a manly brown beard.

"Welcome! You must be the Martins, correct?" He asked. He spoke English pretty good but with a very thick accent. We nodded. "I'm Vladimir but please, call me Vlad. I'll be your host."

My wife and I shared a knowing look. What were the odds of our host had the same name as the character Dracula was based on? We smiled and introduced ourselves. Then Vlad explained the rules and schedule of the house. He was very likable and smiled a lot. I didn't know if it was my impression but those smiles seemed to linger more in my direction. Apparently, Vlad lived on the ground floor and upstairs there were three rooms for the guests. We were the only ones staying there the next three nights so he gave us the biggest room.

Vlad made a gesture to follow him up the stairs and insisted on carrying our bags. He looked strong with muscular arms and a wide chest under his white shirt but our bags were very heavy. He picked them up like they weighed nothing, without showing any signs of struggle, and began to climb. I was behind him. He was wearing black tight leather pants that hugged his ass perfectly and it was right in front of my eyes. It'd been a long time since I noticed such a perfect ass in a man. It was kinda hot. That thought surprised me and I shook my head.

"This is your room!" Proclaimed the big man once at the door. "Don't doubt to ask anything you need. Since you're the only guests I can take really good care of you." He winked at me when he said that. I took it as a friendly gesture and didn't give it any more thought.

We entered our room and prepared to undo our bags. It was a fairly large room, decorated in a modern style, with a double bed against one wall and a huge horizontal mirror at its foot. Beside the door was a wide wooden cupboard and on the opposite side of the door was a large window that opened onto a small balcony overlooking the green countryside meadow.

Once we left our suitcases in the room, Vlad explained the house rules regarding noise and the breakfast and meal times. Once we understood everything, he said goodbye and told us he was going to cook dinner.

After unpacking our bags, we realized we were beat after travelling so we decided to go for a walk in the town and grab an early dinner so we could rest and be energized for the excursion tomorrow.

We had a lovely time and had a traditional dish that I couldn't pronounce that was delicious. We also drank a whole bottle of red wine and had been flirting through the dinner. We were very happy and giddy so when we enter the house we were being a bit more handsy than we usually were. Vlad was sat on a table that double as the reception counter, working on his computer. We locked eyes when I had my tongue inside my wife's mouth while her hand was fondling my crotch. He gave me a knowing smile and raised an eyebrow. I stopped the kiss abruptly, mortified. I stammered an apology, and my wife pulled her hands away from me as soon as she realized our host had caught us. Vlad laughed.

"That's the charm of the village. Blood calls blood and in this land blod is present and alive. It's not rare that the night makes the blood boil with excitement. You know, blood is life and passion. It runs through our bodies to give us substance. It goes where it's needed. To our head, when we need to think fast. To our face, to show embarrassment." he pointed at my wife to make his point. He was reciting his words like an old poem. It was a little weird but the softness of his voice and the depth of his eyes made it almost hypnotic. "To our stomach when we're hungry. And somewhere else when we're exited." He gave me a naughty smile as he looked at the silhouette of my bricked dick in my pants. "Here, blood is sacred and one should neither ignore nor oppose its needs. Never be ashamed for following your blood as it is our nature and our destiny."

My wife and I were both speechless with our mouths open. I almost had the need to applaud after that monologue but before we could say anything, Vlad said goodnight and continued with his work on the computer. The last look that he gave me sent shivers down my spine. There was something about that man that kept me uneasy but intrigued at the same time. Also, he seemed to linger his sight on me more than on my wife.

We went up to our room and once inside we started making out like teenagers again. What our host said was true; I felt something in my blood that stirred my most basic passions. We disrobed eachother eagerly and when we were down to our underwear..

"Wait. Bathroom." She said and then ran to through the door, leaving me alone in the bedroom tenting my boxers.

Even though the sudden stop bothered me, it made me realise that I needed to go to so when she came out, I went in after a quick kiss.

"Don't take too long," she said as she stretched out sensually on the bed.

I didn't took long, but when I came out already naked, she had fallen asleep and was lying unconscious on the sheets, breathing softly. I was so horny I almos went and woke her but my good husband side won and I decided to rub one out by her side.

As I approached the bed, I realized the door to the balcony was open. I was sure we hadn't opened it and a chilling sensation ran down my spine. I went to close it very slowly and carefully when a gust of wind made the curtains move and I saw a figure outside, looking directly at me. I wanted to run, to scream, to wake up my poor unknowing wife, but I couldn't. As soon as his eyes made contact with mine, I was paralyzed. The presence took a step closer and I could tell that he was completely naked. He was more than two meters tall. A thin layer of light hair covered his pale skin which appears to glow bathed in moonlight. Muscular. Strong arms, thick thighs and wide chest. An impossibly huge cock dangled between his legs. He had an attractive manly face with a full dark beard. A penetrating gaze and very dark eyes were piercing into my soul. It was Vlad, our host. Suddenly, all the strange looks that I had caught, the friendly smiles, the flirty winks, changed their meaning. He wanted me. I could see it in his eyes. A thirst. A lust. The calling of the blood that he had told us about. I heard him speak. No. I didn't hear him, but his voice was in my mind as clear as the moon in the sky.

"You look delicious, Mr. Martin." His mouth didn't open. Hi looked me up and down, enjoying my naked body. His lips only moved to form a sinister smile. "I can finally have you. Don't try to fight it. You're under my control." I was shivering in fear. I looked at my wife, still sleeping in bed. His chest, moving slowly. "Don't worry about her. She is in a deep deep sleep from which only I can awaken her. I needed her out of the picture so you and I could have a moment."

He walked slowly, almost as if he were floating, and covered the distance between us. I still couldn't move, rooted to the spot in the middle of the room. My gaze remained fixed on his. He was so close I could smell him. It was sweet and metallic, with a hint of fennel. I couldn't move because of his spell but even without it, I would be petrified by terror. Even so, I couldn't help but admire the beauty of the man before me. It was very similar to that of a panther about to attack: dangerous, deadly, and elegant.

"You can touch me if you want", said Vlad.

My hand rose and rested on his chest. I couldn't tell if it was a voluntary movement or if her words compelled me to do it. Did I really want to caress that skin, white and gleaming like alabaster? I had never been interested in men in that way, but there was something magnetic and intriguing about him that awakened a feeling of curiosity mixed with risk and excitement, which diminished my uneasiness.

His skin was cold. Very cold. Colder than it should've been after standing outside naked. His hair tickled my fingertips and I could feel his muscles contract. I pressed my palm over his left pec and my blood froze. I opened my eyes with terror. He smiled, grabbed my shoulders and spun me around so my back pressed firmly against his chest. That convinced me that what I had noticed before was real. I felt my heart racing in my chest, but I didn't feel his heartbeat in his. He spoke in my ear.

"Finally, you understand! Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to feel you." His hands roamed my torso. "To enjoy your body." He brought his hand to my crotch and circled my erection with his fingers. I didn't understand how I could be that excited in this situation. "To taste you." He exhaled this last word.

He kissed my earlobe and I moaned with delight. His cold fingers were flickering my hard nipples sending waves of pleasure through my body. I felt his cock go hard against my ass cheeks. I was enjoying every sensation but at the same time, I felt conflicted by the fact that I was enjoying being touched like that by a man. My rational side was telling me to run away, even though my body wouldn't respond. That man, if he could be called that, was dangerous and I was letting him caress my naked body. Another part of me, one buried deep in my subconscious, was simply telling me to let myself go and enjoy it. He was making me feel something that I didn't know I craved. Meanwhile, my poor wife was still sleeping peacefully just a few feet away from us, and a feeling of guilt lingered in my mind.

I felt his hands on my dick again. He began a tender masturbation at the same time as he grinded his hard stake up and down my ass crack, rubbing my hole and making me moan. He was kissing my neck passionately when I felt a slight prick. I opened my eyes again and looked in the mirror, where I found my reflection looking back at me, alone. Another wave of fear and reassurance ran through my body when I found out that Vlad's image wasn't reflected in the mirror. I felt him sucking on my neck but on the silver surface only two small red dots over my yugular were proof that he was there. Everything was so intimate, so erotic. My dick was hard as steel and producing precum nonstop. He stopped sucking my neck, licked my wound and made a satisfied sigh.

"Ahhh, delicious. You tourists are so sweet."

He kissed my neck and continued kissing my back, going down as he kneeled. I felt how he departed my glutes and his icy tongue lapped the rim of my hole. My eyes rolled back and I concentrated on that amazing feeling and forgot about the rest of the world. He ate my ass for a long time but when he stopped I protested with a quiet whimper because I didn't want it to stop. He got up and turned me around to face him. He kissed me on the forehead and then gave me a deep passionate kiss on my lips. I opened my mouth and let his tongue slip in. To this day, I don't know if I did it voluntarily. I tasted my ass juices and the faint rests of my blood lingering on his tongue as we made out like horny teenagers. The viril man stopped the kiss and threw me on the bed where my wife was still asleep. He grabbed my ankles and bent my legs over my chest, folding my body to give him access to my hole at the same time as he watched my face. He placed his cock head on my entrance and pushed his hips slowly, never breaking eye contact with me. I felt how a hard throbbing cock entered me for the first time. Every vein was making an imprint in my memory and my ass walls. Once he was balls deep, I left a quiet moan and he smiled showing me his sharp fangs. Then, all the tenderness he had shown me disappeared and he began a brutal assault on my asshole. He fucked me like I've never seen anyone fuck. He moves his hips with rhythm and precision to hit my prostate every time he drilled me. I'd never felt so much pleasure. The strength he showed was otherworldly and the stamina... He never grunted or breathed heavy. It seemed like he couldn't get tired. The bed moved and made noises so loud that I thanked nobody else was in the house and that it was so secluded. I knew my wife was still sleeping on the other side but I didn't dare to look in her direction. I only had eyes for him. He kept fucking and fucking, fixing his gaze on mine. Suddenly, I began to feel the beginning of my impending orgasm. He must've seen it in my face because he learned forward and sank his teeth in my neck again. The acute, sharp pain only increased the pleasure I felt at that moment, and my mind went blank. Wave after wave of bliss, went through my body as my muscles spasm and I came between our bodies without touching my dick. The world around me disappeared as I drifted into weird dreams.

A couple of years later, that was still going on. You even got tattoos and a big beard to fit with the attitude. Anytime you wanted, you'd get a girl in your bed. That was the life you always dreamt of, but soon, you wanted more.

Of course, you had sexy girls over, but they weren't the type to stay in the morning. You were having fun, but you were wondering if there was more to life. You began to dream about coming home to a loving woman who was bearing your child.

However, on that front, you really had no luck. All the decent girls wanted nothing to do with a bad boy like you. You were trying to turn your life over, but maybe you were in too deep.

That day, you were doing groceries. The most basic day. That's when you saw them : the gay guys you were always bullying in high school. It looked like they were now a couple, good for them! You took it as the universe's way to turn a new leaf; you decide to go see them and apologize for your past behavior.

As soon as they saw you, they both recognized you. You expected them to be scared, but their reaction was closer to disdain. The words stumbled upon each other as you were trying to explain how sorry you were. What was worse was how they seemed to not care at all about it, you felt like just an inconvenience for them.

There was an uncomfortable silence when you were done. They both shrug with a "Whatever" before turning their attention back to the vegetables. That's not at all how you wanted it to go. You tap on their shoulder, imploring for redemption.

"Why don't you care?" Your voice was a lot more desperate than intended.

"It's not like an apology will erase years of bullying..." His tone was dry and unempathic.

"What can I do to make things right?" You felt like you were begging them.

They looked at each other and seemed to agree before coming back to you : "Grab a pack of beer and come to our place tonight, we'll talk and see."

At last! You finally had a chance to redeem yourself. You were overjoyed and couldn't wait to become lifelong friends with them. You did as told before going home to get ready.

You arrive at their place - a really nice home. Looks like they succeeded pretty well in life to afford that, compared to your old and dirty apartment. They welcome you and each one take a beer from your pack.

The discussion was not flowing. You tried multiple topics, but it seems like you had nothing in common with them, who had more refined taste than anything you knew about.

In the awkward silences, you took sips after sips of your beer, you were getting tipsy now that you were opening your 4th beer. They kept listening to you with their bored looks while you were trying desperately to get them to like you.

Some words were getting slurry when you finally got enough of it : you get up and ask them directly "What should I do so you like me?" They exchange a quick look before agreeing and one asks you to take off your shirt.

You do as instructed and they compliment your muscular body. For the first time in the evening, they genuinely show interest in you, that's a welcomed change! They make you flex your biceps and do bodybuilder poses. You feel like an animal doing tricks, but you're glad you can finally entertain them.

Then, they ask to remove your pants. Without hesitation, you send them flying and you're now in boxer shorts. They ask you to spin around and whistle when they see your back. As you keep on doing the pose they wish to see, you can't help but picture you as a puppet they both control.

When they asked you to remove your underwear, that's when you started to hesitate. Were they abusing you? They looked so happy right now and if things take a wrong turn, you're confident that you could beat them both in a fight. So, you slowly take down your underwear until it lands around your ankles. As they compliment your dick, one of them stands up to kneel in front of you and he engulfs your dick.

"Oh shit!" you let out. You didn't have time to react before your dick was in his mouth. You look at his boyfriend, still sitting and looking pleased by the show. "Aren't you a couple? Why does he...?"

Amused, his boyfriend stands up while explaining they like to have some fun with others sometimes. He undressed and stood beside you, his hard dick pointing up. His boyfriend let go of your dick to suck on his. Dumbfounded, you watch the couple as one sucks the other. Your dick, covered in saliva, was now hard and the kneeled one takes it back in his mouth.

You gotta admit his blowjob is flawless. He's way better than any girl out there. For the next couple of minutes, he was switching between you and his boyfriend, looking to enjoy both of the dicks presented to him.

Then, the standing boyfriend turns to you and says : "In this house, we reciprocate." He put his hand on your shoulder and pushed down. You were enjoying so much the blowjob that you don't even resist as he forces you on your knees.

As you look up to his naked body, the kneeled boyfriend gets up and undresses too. You realize how tall and muscular they look from down there. Both of their hard dicks were now over your face, asking you to open your mouth.

Feeling belittled, you've got no choice but to cooperate. One of them grabs on your head and moves his hips to slide his dick inside your mouth. You don't even need to move, he's doing all of the work himself, you're just acting as his fleshlight. After a while, he gets out of your mouth and turns your head so his boyfriend can also enjoy it. He forces your head from front to back so his boyfriend's dick fucks your mouth.

They kept using your mouth for some time, until you move your head on your own, fully sucking them at your will. When you switch from one to another, they exchange an amused look before helping you to get up.

They ask you to follow them. One of them leads the way, the other closes the march. You feel squeezed in the middle of their naked bodies, you don't like that, but you have no choice but to follow.

Once in their bedroom, the first one gets on their bed on his knees. His dick points right up when he assertively asks you to suck it. You get on the bed on your hands and knees in front of him and take his dick in your mouth. Meanwhile, you feel the bed sinking down behind you as the boyfriend also gets on the bed. You don't pay him much attention now, but you intend to suck him eventually, when his turn comes.

However, you feel his hands on your unattended butt. Just now, you realize that the position you're in is giving him full access to your ass. You want to stop him, but you already feel a warm body part poking at your hole. Before you could move, he puts his hands on your hips and shoves his dick in your ass!

You want to scream from pain and to fight him, but the one you're sucking grabs on your head and holds tight while he fucks your mouth. The only thing you can do is grunting your pain and your anger.

"For years you made our lives hell, now it's time for some payback..."

They both hold you down while their dicks fuck you relentlessly. Around the same time your ass gets more loose, you start to gag on the dick poking in your throat. Your saliva runs down your beard, ruining it. At each gag, your ass tightens to the pleasure of the one fuckin it.

You're totally at their mercy. With their dick on both of your ends, you feel like a rotisserie chicken impaled on their poles, and you're also as powerless as that chicken waiting to be cooked.

You feel they're about to climax. You wish they both get out of you to cum on your back as you do to most girls. But you know they won't be that gentle with you.

The one in your ass is the first. He firmly grabs your hips and thrust harder than ever. Once at the deepest inside you, he groans as you feel his dick pulsating. That's it, you've now been bred.

However, that wasn't the man you were most worried about. Seeing his boyfriend cumming inside you sent him over the edge too, the man in your mouth couldn't hold any longer. His dick stops mid-thrust, then pulsates in your mouth. You feel it bursting out its load. Your mouth is filling up quickly, but you don't want to swallow, obviously. The filling is getting too much, no matter how much you try, cum is going down your throat. It makes you cough, which makes you spit out the dick and most of its load. With the mixture of cum and spit covering your beard, you look up and he takes a picture of you.

"For insurance... We want to make sure you're not gonna tell anybody, and you sure wouldn't want that pic to go viral, don't you?"

A wife and three small kids was a lot, and the only time I really had to myself was in the office or at the gym, so I woke up early and explored the house in the daylight while enjoying the quiet. I was naked a few minutes after getting in the house the night before and knew I wouldn’t wear much more than a bathing suit for the rest of the trip — if there’s one thing about me it’s that I love to be nude.

I made myself some coffee and went through each of the rooms making sure the accommodations were good for the guests. With four bedrooms and eight guys, we would each be sharing a room and most of us a bed. I was sharing my room with my best friend Chad, so I was happy we had the primary off by itself. Chad is also married with kids, so I knew we’d both be horny for our usual poundings as soon as he arrived.

There was no real point to these trips other than time away from our responsibilities and some amazing sex with other men. Most of us were either frat brothers or old childhood friends that were married, with the exception of Greg and Tyler — two masculine gay guys who lived out and proud in LA. They were the ones that kept things fun and exciting each week of these trips we did twice a year.

I was standing at one of the large windows in the sunroom looking out on the marsh when there was a knock at the glass door to my right. I turned and was jolted by the sight of a man standing there. He had on a button down that had the Citadel logo, jeans and cowboy boots. My heart racing, I walked to the door and answered it.

“Hi,” I said completely forgetting I was naked.

“Will?” The man asked as he openly checked out my body causing me to suddenly become modest.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” I said covering my junk. “I completely forgot I was nude.”

“No problem at all,” he smiled as he stuck out his hand. “I’m CJ — the owner of the house. We spoke on the phone.”

I was holding my cock and balls in my right hand and immediately switched to my left and shook his hand with my right.

“Sorry,” I said as we both realized we were shaking hands with the hand that had just covered my genitals.

“No worries, man,” CJ smiled. “I’m completely comfortable with nudity.”

“OK,” I said letting my left hand fall. “What can I help you with?”

“Well, I got to thinking about your guys trip and what you might do while you’re here, so I came to unlock the storage closet under the house so you could use our paddle boards and beach chairs,” he said. “Don’t want y’all to get bored.”

“That’s so nice of you,” I smiled at the handsome homeowner. “Thank you so much.”

“No problem at all,” he blushed a bit as I looked him over.

His tight Citadel button down and muscular body told me he was probably ex-military and straight laced, but the more we talked, the more I liked the guy.

“I also wanted to put up the two hammocks, make sure the grill had enough propane and all that stuff,” he continued. “I apologize, I’ve been busy with my practice.”

“Oh, what kind of practice?” I asked.

“I’m a dentist,” CJ replied as I noticed his wedding ring.

Figures that this built soldier was successful and happily married. His deep voice and light Southern accent made him even hotter.

“That’s amazing,” I said with a smile.

“Thank you,” he said looking down at the ground shyly. “You have beautiful teeth.”

It was my turn to blush as his compliment gave me a warm feeling.

“Well, how can I help?” I asked.

“Nah, you just relax and enjoy the calm before the storm,” he said. “I’ll just be in and out getting things set up, if you don’t mind.”

“My house is your … actual house,” I said as we both laughed.

With that, I took a seat in a rocking chair on the back porch with my coffee as he was busy as a bee all over the place. It was about 45 minutes later while I was almost asleep with my head against the back of the rocker when he cleared his throat. I looked up and was blinded by the sun before he moved in front of me and blocked it while my eyes focused.

“All done?” I asked looking up at him.

“Almost, but I wanted to show you a few things if you have a minute?” CJ asked.

“Of course,” I said standing up a little to close to him.

We were both quiet as we looked at each other. I noticed he was a little sweaty and had rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned a few more buttons on his shirt.

“Lead the way,” I said breaking the silence.

I followed CJ into the kitchen where he told me where everything was and pointed out a few things. After that, we walked down the hall to the primary where he turned to me when we got to the bed.

“There are a few sets of extra sheets for the king in the bathroom closet,” he said gesturing toward the bathroom behind him. “The rest of the beds each have one extra set of sheets in the upstairs linen closet. If your guys trips are anything like mine, you’ll probably need them at some point.”

My mind quickly tried to read between the lines of his comment as I followed him to the bathroom. Maybe because I was already naked he just assumed we’d have strippers or something? My mind was racing.

“I’ve unlocked the owners closet in here,” CJ said opening the small door to reveal sunscreens, aloe and a few baskets of stuff. “I’ve got some extra suits in this one,” he said pulling the basket from the shelf and letting me look in.

It was filled with speedos to the top, and we locked eyes as soon as I realized what was in there.

“You telling me to put on clothes?” I laughed to break the awkwardness.

“Not at all, buddy,” he smiled as he looked at my naked body again. “Personally, I prefer to be naked, but I also just feel good in a speedo sometimes, ya know?”

I nodded at him as he grabbed the next basket and presented it in front of me while I looked in.

“In here you’ve got condoms, lube and some … poppers,” he said just as I spotted the tiny bottles. “I don’t know about you, but I love these things.”

I was shocked and turned on at the same time. I knew poppers are primarily used by bottoms, and as a mostly top guy, I hadn’t ever used them.

“I’ve actually never tried them,” I replied.

“Really?” He asked in his slight accent. “You wanna try?”

“Right now?” I asked as he put the basket down and grabbed one of the bottles.

“Yes,” he said as he unscrewed the top and took a whiff. “Fuck, that’s good,” he said after after a few seconds.

He held the bottle to my nose as I mimicked what he’d just down and inhaled. An odd sensation washed over me as his eyes watched my reaction intently.

“Damn,” was all I said after.

He took another whiff and stood with his eyes closed for a second.

“It’s already working,” he said as he grabbed his crotch through his jeans. “I better stop or I’ll be begging for this cock,” he said locking eyes with me as he reached out and curled his hand around my growing shaft.

I was shocked and frozen as he held my growing cock. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I felt like I was in a porn.

“You want want this?” I shocked myself as I heard myself say it.

“Fuck yeah, I do,” he said as a smirk spread across his lips and he inches closer before kissing me.

His tongue moved into my mouth and I felt his stubble on my face as we made out while he stroked my penis. He was a great kisser and was obviously no stranger to sex with men. I was super hard in his hand as I reached for his jeans and unbuttoned and unzipped him. He helped me by pulling his jeans to his thighs after breaking our kiss. He kicked off his cowboy boots and took his jeans completely off as I looked as his enormous boner barely hidden by the thin fabric of his white briefs.

“Take these off for me?” He asked with his thumbs in the waistband of his Hanes tighty whities.

I slid my hands down the sides as he removed his thumbs and I moved down his body with the underwear. I pulled them off each leg and held them to my nose as he looked down at me and his thick cock pointed straight at my face. From the size of his cock, this guy should be a top, but he’s made it clear he wanted to ride some dick. I inhaled his briefs again and threw them on the ground next to me before I grabbed his meaty tool and stuck it into my thirsty mouth. This is not what I was expecting before the guys showed up.

“God, you are the best cock sucker,” he said as he held my head and gently fucked my mouth with his rod while his heavy balls slapped under my chin.

CJ smelled amazing. Not like cologne or deodorant but just his raw smell. It was invigorating and intoxicating as I clamored for more.

I sucked him for a few before grabbing his balls and sucking on them as I stroked his shaft. He was moaning as my tongue darted around under his sac and moved over his taint.

“Fuck, yeah,” he whined. “Fucking lick my ass, soldier,” he said as he turned and got up on the tall bed and bent down as he exposed his tight pink hole.

I was immediately immersed in his butt as I licked, slobbered, kissed and sniffed his perfect military hole. CJ whined as he brought his arm behind him and pulled my head against him.

“Fuck, you’re even good at eating ass,” he said to himself as if he was in heaven. “Haven’t had a good rim job in I don’t know how long.”

I must’ve been deep in that ass for some time because I felt my mouth start to ache from all of the inaction it saw at home. I gave his pucker another lick before standing and stroking my cock as I looked down at him.

“Grab the lube from the bathroom and breed my hungry ass,” CJ moaned as he slapped his own ass.

I quickly got the lube and returned to the homeowner to find him fingering his wet hole with my leftover saliva still in there.

“You already feel good inside me,” CJ said as I handed him the opened bottle of poppers as he smiled. “Damn, you’re good,” he said before inhaling deeply.

I lubed my big dick and then rubbed some over his already moist hole. I was in a porn living my best life without any thought about my family or the outside world. As far as my cock was concerned, CJ was the only thing in the world.

“Fuck me hard, Will,” he begged. “Pound my hole and fill it with your cum, baby.”

I gave my cock another stroke, slapped it against his hole and pushed in as CJ sounded like the air was knocked out of him.

“Breathe,” I said as I held his waist.

“Fucking good,” CJ cried out as my cock filled his tight pussy. “Oh, god, I need this cock so bad.”

I began to ram his ass hard as he inhaled more of the poppers. His ass was responding to the drug and he was begging for more.

“Give me that big dick,” he moaned. “Rail me, baby.”

“You feel so fucking good, dude,” I said as I heard the sound of my balls slapping against him. “I’m going to load this hole full of so much fucking splooge.”

“Give me all of that fucking load,” CJ replied.

“As much as I want to keep fucking you, I’ve got to shoot, man,” I whined as I held his waist for dear life.

“I’m stroking my dick, baby,” CJ whined as I got close to burying my built-up load deep in this sexy man I’d just met.

“I’m going to shoot,” CJ squealed as he unleashed a torrent of his warm jizz all over his own sheets of the bed I’d just slept in the night before.

I immediately filled him with my seed as I imagined it floating all over his body with the amount I was pumping into his hot ass. We both moaned and whined as we made sure to get every last bit out of our much-needed and overdue orgasms.

Finally, we were quiet, sweaty and covered in our juices as we thought about what we’d just done. I was ready for him to push off me and run out the door at the realization of his infidelity. Instead, he propped himself up and leaned back into me and began kissing me with my cock still in him.

Loud applause and celebratory noises came from outside the bedroom as we stopped kissing and looked at each other as we made sense of it. The guys were here. Fuck, how long had we been going at it?

I quickly pulled out of his ass and jumped up and walked out of the bedroom and down the hall where the guys were out in the living room. They were all naked and jacking their cocks as they sat together on the couch and chairs.

“Who the fuck did you just annihilate?” One of the LA guys, Greg, asked as he continued to beat off.

“Hi,” I’m CJ,” I heard him say from behind me.

I moved to the side to see the homeowner standing naked with a wave to my friends. He was smiling sheepishly as he came up and put a hand on my back.

“I own the house and just stopped by to get some things ready,” CJ said blushing.

“I hope you’re planning to hang out with us this week,” Greg said still stroking.

CJ looked around at the guys and then turned to me.

“I’d like to if that’s cool with you,” he asked.

“Fuck, yeah,” I smiled. “But what about your family?”

CJ was quiet before answering, “I kind of stalked you online before you came and thought you were hot as fuck, so I sent my wife and kids to Disney World and told them I was going to work on the house.”

The guys started cheering again before my friend Chad spoke up.

“I don’t mind three to our bed as long as I’m included,” Chad said tugging at his cock.

“I’d love to take as much cock as possible this week,” CJ said quietly before the guys erupted in cheers again.

CJ began walking around and shaking hand and cocks as he met my friends. Chad came up to me and gave me a look that said I was a dirty boy.

“He’s fucking hot,” Chad said, “but I better get to eat that big fucking ass whenever I want.”

“Of course, buddy,” I smiled. “Maybe I’ll even bottom for you once or twice.”

"So what's up, Niles," I asked. "Out with it."

"That obvious?" he asked with a chuckle. "So you know my friend Noel from Paris?"

"Yes, how's he doing?" I asked wondering where this was going."

"He's good," Niles replied. "He's actually going to be in Los Angeles for a photo shoot he's doing, and I was wondering if it would be OK if he stayed with you."

"Oh, well ... of course," I answered. "If he doesn't mind sharing a house with your Dad."

Niles and I figured out the dates and specifics of Noel's trip to LA, and I was in a frenzy to make sure everything was perfect for his visit. While Niles said Noel was fine staying in a hotel, my son was the one who had mentioned to his friend that he should stay with me.

"I figured you both could use some company since all either of you ever does is work," Niles said.

I was really excited to have someone else in the house for a few days, so I did a lot to get ready for his visit -- new towels for his bathroom, new sheets for the bed. I wanted Noel to feel comfortable and happy that he'd decided to take my son up on the offer.

"You must be Noel," I said shaking his hand as the handsome man appeared at my door. "I'm really sorry that I couldn't pick you up from the airport, but I just go home from a late meeting."

"No problem, Mr. Bennett," Noel said. "I'm very thankful that you invited me to stay."

I invited Noel in, got him some water and took him on the tour of my small but expensive LA pad. I showed him his room, the living area, the gym and the pool.

"This is all very beautiful, Mr. Bennett," he said as we stood outside looking at the pool.

"Please, call me Tyler," I insisted. "Now, how about you put your things away and get comfortable. I'm going to get in a quick workout, if you don't mind."

"Oui, of course, Tyler," Noel said flashing his perfect smile. "I'll get comfortable and maybe lay by the pool?"

"That's great," I smiled back. "There are towels in your room, and I'll be back there working out if you need anything," I said as I left my guest.

I had a great workout as my mind wandered thinking of Noel. The man was beautiful and somewhat flirtatious in the way that only the French are. I finally finished and grabbed a towel and my water as I went to check on Noel. He wasn't in his room, so I headed out to the living area to see if he was watching some TV or reading. I found him out by the pool.

"There you are," I said locking eyes with the smiling man as I noticed he was sunbathing nude.

His body was a perfect male form -- not too many muscles and not an ounce of fat on him from what I could see. His round butt showed off a nice tan line as he smiled and watched me approach.

"How was your workout?" Noel asked in his alluring accent.

"It was great," I said as I took a sip of my water and stood off to the side looking down at him. "How's the sun?" I asked.

"It's delightful, Tyler," he smiled again. "I hope you don't mind, but I only wear a swimsuit when I'm at a hotel."

"Be my guest," I said feeling myself blush a little. "I should do the same more often."

"You are in great shape," Noel said as his eyes checked out my broad shoulders and nice pecs.

"Well, I'm no French model, but I try," I said with a chuckle as it was Noel's turn to blush.

"Why don't you join me for a little vitamin D?" Noel asked before patting the cement pool deck next to him. "You can try nude sunbathing now."

Damn, this guy's smile was impossible to resist as he looked innocently up at me. I don't know why, but I didn't want to disappoint my guest, so I put my water down on the cement before spreading my towel in the spot next to him. I kicked off my shoes, took off my socks and then looked at Noel.

"Don't be bashful, Tyler," Noel said. "Nudity among men is a very nice thing."

I pulled down my athletic shorts and threw them on top of my shoes before pulling down my jockstrap and adding it to the pile. I looked down at Noel who was openly looking at my cock and balls.

"Doesn't that feel nice?" Noel asked.

"Yes, it feels great," I said as I laid on my stomach mimicking Noel's current position.

We made small talk for a while where Noel told me about growing up in Paris and his modeling career.

"So no wife and kids yet?" I asked.

"No, I don't believe that is in the cards for me," Noel answered before turning the question back to me.

"And you are still living alone after all of this time?" he asked referencing the divorce between me and my ex-wife that happened when Niles was in high school.

"No, I like being alone," I answered.

"It suits you well," Noel said before we both smiled at each other. "So how about we take a dip in the pool?"

"That sounds great," I said before standing.

We got in the pool and both dunked our heads under the water. Noel's hair was now slicked back over his head as it sent a strange feeling through my stomach. We stood looking at each other for a minute.

"What is the matter?" Noel asked.

"Forgive me," I replied. "You're just stunning," I said before wishing I could take it back.

"Thank you, sir," Noel smiled. "You are quite breathtaking yourself."

We both blushed again with awkward silence before I suggested that I should start making dinner.

"Any dietary restrictions?" I asked as I looked his body over.

"As long as I get some protein in my mouth, I'll be a happy man," Noel said as we again stood awkwardly looking at each other.

"Great, then let me go put on some clothes and I'll get started," I said getting out of the pool.

Noel stayed in the water and watched me as I disappeared inside. I immediately stood at the sink in my bathroom looking at myself in the mirror. I admired my body as I thought about how my body had really transformed in the last year with consistent exercise and a healthy diet.

I decided to jump in the shower and give my body a rinse but found myself concentrating on my privates. I'd given myself an enema that morning (something I'd done for years) and showered before work, so I didn't need too much of a clean. I turned off the shower and toweled off as I thought of what I was going to wear.

I settled on a jockstrap again, a pair of khaki shorts and a short-sleeved henley shirt with the buttons open. My upper body looked amazing in the shirt and my modest chest hair peaked out the top.

I made my way to the kitchen passing the closed door to Noel's room and figured he was doing the same. I began to cook some chicken and made a salad before deciding to pour myself a glass of wine.

"Can I have one of those?" I heard behind me as I turned to see Noel standing there in nothing but a pair of linen shorts.

"Of course," I smiled as I grabbed the glass I’d set out for him and poured my guest some wine. "I hope you're OK with chicken and salad?"

"Oui, that sounds delicious," he said before raising his glass and waiting for me to do the same. "To our meeting and to your beautiful home," Noel said with his permanent smile.

We both took a sip of our wine before I prepared our plates and we sat at the table to eat.

"This is delicious," Noel said as I watched him cut another piece of chicken.

"Thank you," I said. "I've been getting more into cooking lately."

"That body and you can cook," Noel said giving me a quick look and smile before taking a bite.

We finished dinner and poured another glass of wine before taking a seat in the living room. I turned on the TV and asked Noel what he wanted to watch.

"I don't watch much television," he replied, "unless the porno counts."

I felt myself blush before answering, "I guess that counts."

I quickly thought of what to say next trying not to show how awkward I was about sex.

"What kind of porn do you watch?" I asked again wishing I could take it back.

Noel smiled and took a sip of his wine before answering.

"I'm partial to watching men ... older and younger," he said with a smirk before putting his wine glass on the table. "Perhaps you enjoy the same?"

I was really uncomfortable now -- not because I didn't totally watch gay porn constantly but because I'm a somewhat prude American.

"Sure, let me just pull up some favorites here," I said before pulling out my phone and mirroring it to the TV. "Let's see here ..."

"Oh, that is great," Noel said as he watched the screen. "How about that one?"

I clicked on the movie that he mentioned and we both quietly watched as the older man (probably a little older than me) opened the door and walked into a living room where a naked younger man was reading a book. I felt Noel's eyes on me and turned to look at him.

"Is this good?" I asked my guest.

"This is great," he smiled before looking back at the TV.

My cock was rock hard in my jock and shorts as I wondered if Noel was hard as well.

"Can we have a bit more wine?" Noel asked.

"Of course," I said jumping up and grabbing our glasses.

My bulge was on full display for Noel as I stood and I felt his eyes on me as I went to the kitchen to refill our glasses. When I returned, Noel was now naked on the sofa stroking his hard uncut cock.

"I hope this is not too French of me, but I wanted to be in the nude while we watched," he said as if it was completely normal.

"Of course," I said handing him his glass.

"Will you join me?" he asked locking eyes with me again.

"Oh, I ... hmmm, I don't know if ..." Noel sensed my embarrassment and stood putting his wine glass down again.

"Let me help you," he said putting his hand on the waist of my shorts.

He kept eye contact with me as he lowered my shorts and he pulled them off my feet. He threw the shorts on the ground and stood again looking me in the eyes. His hands grabbed the waistband of my jockstrap as he did the same thing. He took my jock off my feet and instead of adding it to the pile, he put it up to his nose and inhaled deeply while still locking eyes.

"I love the way you smell," he said before looking at my hard cock in front of him.

Noel leaned forward and grabbed my shaft softly.

"May I?" he asked as I quickly nodded yes.

Noel swallowed my big cock and slid it down his throat until his nose was in my pubes. He looked up at me again and I watched as he began giving me a blow job. My fingers massaged his hair as he delicately and masterfully made my cock feel amazing. I looked down to see his rigid boner bobbing with him as he worked on me.

It must have been about five minutes later when he finally let go of my cock and looked up at me.

"Can I eat your ass?" he asked.

For some reason even asking if he could give me a rim job was classy in his French accent.

"Yes," I said as he took my hand and let me to the sofa.

He bent me over and began expertly eating my naturally smooth hole with his whole mouth. I was now moaning as he French kissed my horny hole with his tongue.

"Fuck, that feels good," I moaned as I reached behind me and pulled his head into my ass with force. "Eat daddy's tight hole, boy."

I was no longer shy or worried about being a good host. Noel had lit a fire deep inside me that I hadn't felt in quite some time. I needed his cock in me and begged for him to fuck me.

"Give me that dick, baby," I demanded. "Put that big cock in daddy's hole. Fuck me hard."

Noel stood and put his cock against my hole as I spread my cheeks open for him. He spit on his hand and stroked his cock before doing it again and sliding his saliva over my hole.

"I have lube," I said.

"I want to use my spit to fuck you good, Tyler," he insisted.

A few slow seconds of pushing in and he was now fully inside me as he kissed my back and neck. He slowly began fucking in and out of my Dad hole as he explored my body with his hands and mouth.

"Let's move you around," he interrupted. "I want to be able to see you and kiss you while I fuck you."

He pulled out slowly, moved me on the sofa and lifted my legs over his shoulders before sliding back in. He looked at me lovingly as he leaned down and kissed me while he began giving my ass a good pounding. The sound of us fucking echoed across the vaulted room as we connected into one.

"Fuck, you feel so good inside me, baby," I moaned in between kisses.

"You are so incredibly sexy," he said back before making out with me and railing me more.

The men in the porn were loudly fucking as Noel's French cock began to make me moan just as loud. I was in pure ecstasy as he pounded me hard and wrapped a hand around my neck. He softly added pressure as not to actually choke me as his cock slammed my insides. I knew I was going to blow soon and watched him as sweat began to drip from his brow.

"I'm going to give you little French babies," he said in a serious tone as he blew deep inside of me without any other warning.

I could feel his warm jazz deep in me as my I stroked my cock furiously and enjoyed the jabbing of his cock on my g-spot. I shot high in the air with my cum landing across my face. His cock was still hitting my spot as my cum collected all over my body and the sofa.

Finally both done, Noel still continued to lightly fuck my hole.

"That was amazing," he said as his cock finally slipped out.

"That was ..." I couldn't finish my thought before Noel pulled me up and wrapped his arms around me and began softly and sensually kissing me again.

"Shall we have that glass of wine and get our strength before you fuck me?" he asked.

"That sounds like a great idea," I said. "But I have an idea."

"What is this idea?" Noel asked kissing my cheek.

"Maybe we can record a little porno of our own?" I asked.

I would often find myself in this particular mood—the mood to be used and abused by several random guys, taking cock after cock, load after load, in the span of mere hours. If ignored, the urge would consume me, making it impossible to conduct any of my daily affairs. I was powerless to resist.

Attractive, muscular, clean cut, and clean shaven, one would never suspect that I liked dick. I played football in high school, then joined a fraternity in college. I loved watching football, drinking beer, shooting hoops, and playing golf with my buddies. I presented like any other red-blooded, straight, American male that one might encounter—but it was all an act, a perfectly constructed facade. Deep down inside, I was a cum dump. A gentleman on the streets, a freak in the sheets. 

I had awoken that particular morning wanting some dick—no—needing some dick. There was no ignoring it. And so I gave into the urge, calling into work and giving my boss some bullshit story of being sick and needing to spend the day in bed. Well, at least the part about the bed was true. 

Needing a discreet place to offer up my ass, I checked into a seedy motel on the truck route just outside of town. My only luggage was a bottle of lube and some poppers. The motel was a total shit hole, notorious for being a good place to score just about anything illicit, including drugs and sex. My meaty ass would be on the menu that day. 

The manager eyed me suspiciously when I asked to pay for the room in cash. He was used to my type. “No flushing condoms down the toilet,” he lectured sternly while handing over the key, “or else the pipes get backed up.”

“What’s a condom?” I joked, eyeing his wedding band, his ample bulge. “You're welcome to drop by my room later if your pipes are backed up. ”

Ensconced in my dirty motel room, I stripped down and shoved my clothes and shoes into the closet. I next prepped my hole diligently, placing the lube and poppers on the bed table, along with my phone. I then logged onto Grindr, updating my profile with my room number at the motel, including an open invite to come use my ass. All were welcome, no dick refused. 

After unlocking the door to my room, leaving it ajar, I climbed upon the bed. I then positioned myself on all fours, my ass at the edge of the bed, ready to be mounted. My hole was open for business. It wasn’t long before I had my first customer. 

“Psst—you taking cock?” a deep voice called from the doorway. 

“Yeah, dude. Fucking breed me,” I taunted, looking over my shoulder to see a beefy guy with hairy arms, a logo on his shirt that read: Speedy Plumbing. I’ll say one thing for plumbers, they sure know how to lay some pipe.

“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, unzipping and pushing a thick nine-incher into me, opening me up. “How many cocks you had this morning so far?” he asked, delivering some deep strokes.

“You’re the first,” I replied. “Your warm load will be the lube for all the others.”

“Damn, I’m honored,” he laughed, picking up the pace, pounding me hard, the bed springs squeaking in perfect unison to his rhythm. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“I won’t be by the time you’re done with me,” I joked, grinding my hole into his pubes, taking him deeper. 

“Damn, I ain’t gonna last long in this tight cunt,” the plumber announced. “Just feels too fucking good.”

“Breed me when you’re ready,” I advised. “Dump that big load in me.”

“You’re ‘bout to get it,” he warned. “OH FUCK—DAMN.”

“Mmm yeah—seed my hole,” I begged as his cock erupted inside of me, delivering my first load of the day. 

“Fuck, I needed that,” he pulled out as soon as his dick had stopped throbbing in my depths. “I hope you get a lot of cock today,” he slapped my ass, his warm load dripping from my hole, sliding down the back of my ballsack in search of the sheet below me.

“You done with him?” a voice sounded from the doorway as the plumber was pulling up his pants. I looked back to see a guy in blue scrubs—a doctor, I assumed. 

“Yeah,” the plumber replied. “His cunt is fucking incredible.”

“Sweet,” the doctor remarked, pulling down the front of his scrub pants, unleashing an eight-incher with a fat ‘shroom head. “I’ve got a four-day load for this cum dump.”

Immediately, the doctor was inside my used hole. Grabbing me by the hips, he went from zero to sixty in about three seconds, jackhammering me. 

“Fuck, I love a sloppy hole,” he remarked, his balls slapping my ass over and over, the plumber’s warm cum working out of me each time the doctor thrusted deep. “You like this big dick up your ass, you fucking cock slut?”

“Yes,” I moaned, rocking my hips to match his rhythm. “Your big cock feels so fucking good inside me.”

The doctor’s pace was too fast, too deliberate, zeroing in on his goal with surgeon-like precision. I knew he couldn’t last long at that rate. And so I wasn’t surprised when his cock began to swell and pulse inside of me.

“SHIT—I’m cumming,” he announced urgently. “Yeah—take this nut, you fuckin’ whore—GOD DAMN.”

“My turn,” a deep bass suddenly sounded, practically pushing the doctor out of the way as he pulled out of me, his cock still dripping his pearly load. “You want some more cum, bitch?” the new guy asked.

I looked back to see a tall, muscular guy in a Peterbilt trucker’s cap. Sporting a flannel shirt with ripped-off sleeves, his faded jeans were undone, his massive cock instantly breaching my used hole.

“FUCK,” I cried out, as the trucker rammed into me, driving that big Mack truck up my used ass. 

“It’s a hole splitter,” he gloated, pushing deep into me, my sphincter stretched to the max. “Hope you like a big one.”

“I love a big one,” I replied, biting the sheet, my hole torn in two. Fuck, his big cock was a lot to take. I reached for the poppers on the bed table, taking a hit. I then handed them to the trucker, who gave a deep inhale in both nostrils before returning the bottle to me. Feeling a bit more relaxed, I lowered my head, angling my ass higher, allowing him to slide deeper.

“That’s it, bitch,” he growled, his hairy balls mashed against my hole. “Open up that pretty cunt for me.”

He was driving me hard, battering my inner-sphincter, my eyes rolling back into my head. The whole bed was shaking, the headboard banging against the wall. I could have been happy with that big dick up my ass all day—but his balls had other plans.

“You want my cum, bitch?” he demanded. “You want me to seed this sloppy hole?”

“YES,” I cried, his cock already throbbing inside of me, releasing a massive load. 

“SHIT—DAMN,” he grunted over and over, his warm load spewing in my depths. 

“You want some more dick, boy?” a voice suddenly hissed in my ear as the trucker pulled out of me. A stocky guy with a barrel chest and hairy arms was soon unzipping his shorts, pulling out a beer can cock. The name of a local high school team, the Ridgefield Rams, was emblazoned on the upper corner of his polo shirt. A silver whistle hung around his neck.

“I gotta make this quick,” the high school coach announced, looking at his Apple Watch. “I snuck out of a faculty meeting to come breed your hole.”

“Yeah—get that fat cock in me,” I begged as he mounted me. Digging into my shoulders, he launched a swift offense on my ass.

“Yeah, boy,” the coach barked loudly, as if I was a player on the field. “Take this dick—take this big—fat—dick.”

The coach wrapped his hairy arms around me, his furry belly rubbing against my ass, his entire body grinding into me. He was breathing hard, inching himself closer and closer to scoring.

“Get ready for my nut,” he barked at me. “Here it comes, boy. OH FUCK—OH SHIT—Yeah, here it comes, boy—FUUCK.”

“Yeah—breed me,” I moaned as I counted ten—eleven—twelve forceful shots of cum that was deposited in my depths as his body convulsed atop me. 

“Damn, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” the coach exhaled, pulling out of me, his cum dripping from my hole and onto the growing splotch of jizz on the bedsheet.  “Looks like your next guy is already waiting,” he observed before ambling to the bathroom to take a piss in the rust-stained toilet.

I turned back my face to discover a well-dressed, handsome Black man standing in the doorway. He wore a silver cross around his neck that matched his wedding band. A name tag fixed to his coat said Reverend under his name.

“Looks like I got here just in time,” he laughed to himself. Removing his clothes, the preacher arranged them carefully on a chair by the window. Fuck, the dude was hung—easily twelve inches with a prominent curve downward. 

“Flip over on your back, baby,” he directed me. “I want to see your pretty face when I’m plowing your pussy.”

Obediently, I flipped over, pulling my knees to my chest, presenting my used hole to him. Gripping that big, dark anaconda in his fist, the preacher climbed on the bed and mounted me swiftly. 

“Fuck yeah, baby,” he exhaled, his silver cross dangling in my face as he looked down at his big cock gliding in and out of my hole. “This here is some good pussy—damn, fuckin’ good.”

Pushing his meaty hands against my thighs, he raised my ass, his massive cock sliding balls deep in me. Fuck, it felt amazing. Engaging his hips, he began to pummel the shit out of me, his low-hangers slapping my hole over and over again. 

“Yeah, baby,” he moaned. “You like Daddy’s cock up your ass? You like this big, black cock in your tight, pink, pussy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “Your big, black cock feels so good inside me.”

“You had a lot of dick today, baby?” the preacher asked, pounding me harder. “You take a lot of loads in this tight pussy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I affirmed. “Four loads so far.”

“That’s a good little cock slut,” he thrusted deep in me. “You’re about to get load number five. You want my cum, baby? You want me to spill my seed in this pretty, pink pussy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I begged. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“Fuck yeah, baby,” the preacher began to shudder, his big cock throbbing in my depths. “That’s it, baby—take my cum—FUCK—DAMN.”

Pulling out of me, a massive gush of his pearly load escaped my gaping hole. With two fingers, the preacher swiped it up and fed his sweet ambrosia to me. Fucking delicious.

“That’s fucking hot, bro,” a voice in the room remarked. Two fraternity guys had arrived, sporting t-shirts with the Greek letters ΦΥK scrawled across the front. “You done with the cum dump?” one of the frat guys asked the preacher. “His hole any good?”

“Fuck, boy. His sweet pussy is God’s gift to men,” the preacher wiped his spent dick on the sheet before getting dressed, stuffing his big dick back into his pants. “You two boys enjoy his wet cunt.”

“Thanks, bro,” the one frat guy remarked, pulling down the front of his athletic shorts, resting the waistband below his balls, just before shoving his thick eight-incher into me in one, violent thrust.

“Shit,” I winced, my hole sore from all the use and abuse inflicted on it thus far. 

“Shut up, bitch,” the frat boy with his dick up my ass scolded. “Now suck my bro here while I fuck you.”

The other frat guy had climbed to the front of the bed, his fat cock hanging out of his shorts. Gripping me by the hair, he tipped back my head and shoved his big cock down my throat. Jackhammering my tonsils, his hairy balls slapped against my chin repeatedly.

“Yeah, bitch—suck my cock,” he ordered as his buddy proceeded to pummel my ass. “Suck my big, fucking cock.”

“That’s so fucking hot, bro,” the frat boy in my ass remarked, high-fiving the frat boy who was down my throat. “This bitch is gettin’ it on both ends. You gonna nut down his throat?”

“Nah, dude,” he shook his head. “I wanna cum up his ass—breed his sloppy hole. You getting close?”

“Yeah, bro. I’m almost there,” he assured his bud, picking up the pace. 

“Hurry up, dude,” the other one admonished. “I’m getting close—and I want to seed this bitch, too.”

“I’m close, bro—almost there—OH FUCK—I’m so close, bro—HOLY SHIT—Yeah, take my cum, you fucking bitch.”

As the one frat guy bred my hole, his cock spewing his warm load in me, the other one quickly extracted himself from my throat. Pushing his bud off me, his cock still spraying his pearly load as it popped out of my gaping hole, the other one shoved into me.

“Holy fuck, your cum is so warm inside his hole,” he remarked to his buddy, his big dick coated in the other dude’s cum. “Shit—I’m gonna cum already—FUCK—FUCK.”

While the second frat guy dumped a huge load in me, his buddy shoved his cummy cock in my mouth. Sucking it clean, I reveled in the ecstasy of getting bred by two frat guys—just seconds apart. 

“That was fucking hot, bro,” the one remarked to the other as they both extricated their big dicks from my opposite ends. “You do this a lot—take dick at this motel?”

“Often enough,” I answered. “Whenever the mood strikes.”

“That’s hot,” the other one replied, stuffing his spent dick back into his shorts. “You gonna be here a bit later today? We could maybe bring back a few more brothers—have a proper gang bang with you.”

“I’d like to watch that,” a voice sounded from the doorway—the motel manager finally dropping by to see me. “Looks like you’ve had a successful day so far,” he observed, eyeing the cum-soaked sheets under me as the frat boys took their leave. “I can smell jizz from all the way down at the office,” he laughed.

“You gonna fuck me?” I asked, flipping back onto my stomach, presenting my used ass to him, eyeing his tented pants. “You gonna get that big dick in me?”

“Fuck yes,” he growled, unzipping his pants, pulling out a thick cock with a prominent vein along one side. “It’s not like my wife is gonna spread her legs for me when I get home tonight, so I might as well dump a load in you.”

Planking above me, the motel manager mounted my cummy hole. With his fists digging into the mattress on either side of me, he wasted no time in pummeling my hole at a breakneck pace. Jesus, it felt good. 

“Shit, man,” he marveled. “I’ve pounded my nut into a lot of cum dumps at this motel, but I ain’t never had my dick in a pussy that was this good. Damn, you’ve got a hot cunt.”

“Thanks, man,” I replied. “You’ve got a great dick on you.”

“I bet you tell all the tops that,” he joked, slapping my ass before moving his hands to my shoulders, slamming all of his weight into me. “Fuck man—I’m already about to bust. I can’t hold back anymore—I’m gonna—I’m gonna—FUCK.”

No sooner had the motel manager seeded my ass and pulled out of me, when a construction guy jumped in, his big dick hanging out of a pair of unzipped Carhartt cargo pants. Pushing me into the mattress, he grunted his warm load into me in a matter of minutes. 

I don’t know if it was too many hits of poppers, or if I went into some type of tantric trance, but everything became a blur after that. Guy after guy. Cock after cock. Load after load. I was in a stupefied state of bliss. 

I could vaguely recall the return of the frat guys with several of their buds, delivering the gang bang they had promised. I’m pretty sure a couple of cops dropped by and seeded my hole around that time, as well. And I’m almost certain the motel manager made an encore performance, breeding my used ass and telling me that he wouldn’t charge me for the room next time. 

Minutes turned to hours and, before I knew it, it was late in the day and some tattooed biker dude in a Harley t-shirt was plowing my puffy hole. His big cock had a distinct upward curve, and he was getting my prostate magnificently. 

“Yeah, fuck my sloppy hole,” I begged the biker dude, his tattooed arm traveling up my back and gripping my shoulder as he railed me atop the cum-soaked mattress. I was vaguely aware that my phone was blowing up on the bed table, vibrating almost non-stop.

“You need to answer that?” the biker asked, now gripping my shoulders with both hands, jackhammering me hard. “Sounds like someone really needs to speak with you.”

“Nah,” I declined. “The only thing I need right now is to feel your big dick shooting your warm load up my ass.”

“Well—you’re about to get it,” the biker promised, pounding me harder, his big dick routing my cummy depths. “Shit, man. I wanted to hold back—but your cunt is just too—fuck, man—here it comes—FUCK—SHIT.”

I ground my ass into him, reveling in the feeling of his warm load inside of me, his cock throbbing over and over. I had no clue of how many loads I had taken at that point. All I knew was that each load felt better than the next. I was like a junkie chasing my next high—I wanted more cock, more cum. My thirst was unquenchable.

“Damn, man,” the biker dude exclaimed, pulling out of me. “That’s the best piece of ass I’ve ever had.”

“Thanks,” I smiled, happily seeded as I watched the biker dude pulling on his clothes, his big dick disappearing into his ripped jeans. For the first time all day, there wasn’t already some guy waiting for his turn with me. I knew that I should call it a day. My used hole was wrecked, pounded to a pulp. Sitting in my office chair was going to be rough the next day at work—a small price to pay.

When the biker dude had left, his warm load still dripping from my sloppy hole, I finally looked at my phone. I had twelve texts and five missed calls from my wife. The bitch can be such a fucking cock block at times. 

“I’m sorry, babe,” I apologized upon calling her back, sitting on the edge of the cum-soaked bed. “Work was crazy today, and the boss made me stay late.”

After she berated me for ignoring her calls and texts, I assured my wife that I would be home soon. Apparently, dinner was on the table and getting cold—much like her frigid cunt. 

“Yes, babe,” I promised before ending the call. “I won’t forget to pick up a pack of diapers on the way home.”

I arose from the bed, a melange of cum from countless dudes escaping from my puffy hole and streaming down the inside of my thigh. A quick shower would be essential before returning home to the wife and kids, not wanting to reek of raw, man-on-man sex. 

But just as I was about to enter the bathroom, a soft knock sounded at the door. I turned around to find an attractive businessman in a shirt and tie, a wedding band on his finger. He was clearly looking to dump a load before heading home to his wife. 

“Am I too late?” he asked regretfully, unzipping his dress pants and pulling out a thick eight-incher that was already rock hard. “You still taking cock?”

“My hole is still open,” I informed him, climbing back on the bed, presenting my used, puffy cunt to him. “Get that big dick in me, dude.”

The businessman mounted me quickly, exhaling slowly, his pants around his knees, his tie tossed back over his shoulder. And as he picked up his pace and railed me from behind, his big dick plumbing my cummy depths, I reached for my phone on the bed table. 

“Sorry, babe,” I texted my wife. “The boss is making me stay another few hours. It’s gonna be a late night. Don’t wait up for me.”

“You’re hard as a rock,” the nude model straddling me observed, my big cock pressed firmly against his tight hole. “Slide it in me,” he taunted. “Who cares if you’re straight? A hole is a hole.”

I needed the money. I could barely afford my college tuition and books. But when you tossed in beer money and trying to keep up with my fraternity brothers, I was constantly in need of cash. So when I saw a flyer posted on a bulletin board at the campus gym that advertised EASY MONEY in big letters, my interest was piqued.

The fine print on the flyer didn’t seem so bad. A local photographer was looking for male models for “athletic photos,” whatever the fuck that meant. You had to be 18 to 25. Check. You had to be attractive. Check. And you had to be muscular and fit. Check.

I called the number on the flyer, and the deal seemed legit. The photographer offered me $200 bucks for a two-hour photo session. I’d have to strip down and show my body, but my cock would never be exposed. “I do tasteful, black-and-white, nude photos,” he informed me over the phone. “I celebrate the athletic shape of the male body through my work.” I told him I was game and he invited me to his home studio the next day.

The photographer was not what I anticipated when he opened the door. I guess I expected some sissy gay dude who just liked taking pictures of hot guys, but this guy didn’t seem that. He was tall and muscular. Definitely over fifty. He looked like a retired football coach. But the pink, leopard-print sofa in his living room told me he was definitely a gay dude.

“You’ve got the look I like,” the photographer said while inspecting me up and down. “Let’s get you upstairs in my studio and see what you’ve got.” Two minutes later I was upstairs and removing my clothes for him.

“Yes, you will work quite well,” he assured me. “You’ve got great definition, which shows up nicely in black and white. And I’m glad you’re a bit hairy. Too many guys your age shave their bodies. I want my men to look like men.”

Then looking down at my cock, he exclaimed, “Fuck, you’re hung. You straight?” When I nodded yes, he chuckled and said, “I bet the bitches love getting fucked by that piece of meat.” I felt certain he would also love it, so I kept my mouth shut.

The photo shoot itself was pretty easy. As the photographer promised, my cock was covered the entire time, or my body was angled so you couldn’t see my junk in the photo. He put me through a variety of poses and backdrops. “You’re a natural,” he told me. “The camera loves you.”

What I loved was the $200 bucks he handed me at the end of the session. “So when can I come back?” I asked eagerly. “Next week?”

He laughed at my eagerness and said no, that he might not need me for another month. I was disappointed and told him I needed more money.

“Well,” the photographer began with some hesitation. “I do have another project on which I’m working.” He then pulled out a portfolio containing black and white photos of guys fucking.

“Porn?” I asked incredulously. “No fucking way. I’m not doing gay porn,” I protested.

The photographer raised his hand to stop me. “It isn’t pornography,” he insisted. “This is erotica. Look closely at the photos. You can’t see if the men are actually fucking. It’s all simulated. The suggestion of sex can be more powerful than seeing the act itself.”

Real or not, I still had no interest in doing erotica or whatever the fuck he called it. It was gay porn to me. I turned to leave, saying, “No thanks.”

But as I was halfway out the door, the photographer called out, “It pays $500 for two hours work.”

I stopped dead in my tracks. “Okay. I’ll do it. But I’m NOT sticking my dick in some guy. It’s all pretend, right?”

He nodded in agreement. “Come back tomorrow. 2 pm,” he instructed. “You’ll be with Eros, one of my best models. $500 bucks.”

Eros was already upstairs in the studio when I arrived the next day. I was relieved to find he also looked masculine, but his sexuality was unquestionable when he got a look at my cock and said, “Damn, you’re hung. I wish you were gonna fuck me for real. I would love to have that big one up my ass.”

His candor embarrassed me, and I covered my cock with my hand instinctively. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “The photographer told me you’re straight. I’ve worked with a lot of straight models before. I promise to be on good behavior.” I was dubious, but thanked him.

The photographer soon arrived upstairs, and began to set up the shots. We began with a series of photos in which Eros simulated sucking me off. It was a little uncomfortable, as Eros had to have his face in my crotch, mere inches from my cock. Most of the photos were taken with Eros kneeling before me with my hands on his head and my head arched back as if he was giving me the best head of my life, even though Eros was really just staring at my pubes. It all seemed a bit cheesy to me, but the photographer seemed happy with the shots.

“Okay—now time for you two to fuck,” the photographer announced. My face turned white as he laughed and said, “Relax. It’s simulated fucking, remember?”

We started with some shots in which Eros was bent over a couch with me pretending to fuck him from behind. Once again, my head was arched back in faux ecstasy. My cock had to be close to his hole, but not touching. That would soon change.

The next shot required us to be on the floor with Eros straddling me. I was warned there would be some kissing, but reminded myself of the easy money. As the photographer prepped the scene, Eros grabbed some lotion from his bag and began to slather his hole and ass crack with it.

“What the fuck is that for?” I demanded.

“To prevent chafing,” he replied. “Your cock is going to be rubbing against me a lot in this next position. Trust me. You’ll thank me for the lotion.”

Sure enough, as Eros promised, my cock had to rub up against his hole in the next series of shots as we simulated intense fucking. It was unavoidable. What was also unavoidable is that I started to get hard. I had no problem staying soft when we had no contact in the earlier shots, but that had changed. And the lotion that Eros slathered all over his ass wasn’t helping things.

“Mmm,” Eros began to moan at the touch of my hard cock against his hole. “It feels to me like the straight guy is getting turned on.”

I wanted to push him off me and bolt out the door, but then I remembered the $500 bucks. I ignored Eros, focused on the money, and tried to zone out as he gyrated against my hard cock through a series of photos.

But my concentration was broken when the photographer announced he was having an issue with his camera. “Hold there guys,” the photographer ordered. “This will only take a moment, and I don’t want you guys to move and fuck up the continuity of the shots.”

I held still, but Eros didn’t. He began to grind hard against my cock, pressing his hole firmly at my cock head. And as much as I wanted to deny it, it felt fucking incredible. I’m not gay. But I dare you to find any guy who could withstand a wet, puckered hole rubbing up against his hard cock without wanting to be inside it. I wanted to be in that hole. And Eros knew it.

“You’re hard as a rock. Slide it in me,” Eros taunted. “Who cares if you’re straight? A hole is a hole.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. As he continued to grind against me, I raised my hips and allowed my big cock to penetrate his ass. Instantly aware that his tight hole had been breached, Eros took over and began to bare down on my cock. I was soon balls deep inside him.

“Fuck,” he cried out. “Your cock is so fucking big. Damn.”

His outburst soon had the photographer’s attention. “Well, well, well,” he chuckled while licking his lips. “This just got interesting. Keep fucking him,” he directed. “I love when my work has authenticity.”

Not needing any further approval than that, I began to work Eros’s hole while he straddled me. “Kiss,” the photographer ordered, and Eros leaned forward and kissed me. I could hear the photographer’s camera clicking furiously. “Yes,” the photographer roared. “Fuck his tight ass. These photos are going to be fucking awesome.”

Eros began to work in concert with me while he supported himself on his muscular legs. As I raised my hips to go deeper inside him, Eros came down hard on my cock, bobbing up and down. My balls were getting tight.

“You got enough film yet?” I called out urgently to the photographer. “Because I’m about to bust.”

The photographer nodded while calling out, “Yeah, breed that cum dump. Give him your load.” I did just as I was told, and flooded Eros’ guts.

Eros soon collapsed upon me. We were both sweaty and sticky. He pulled off my cock, and I could feel my load washing out of his hole and covering my cock and balls. As Eros leaned down to lick me clean, the photographer kept snapping away. “I thought you didn’t like to have a cock in your photos,” I remarked.

“Yes,” he admitted. “But these last shots will be for my own spank bank.”

After we had cleaned up and dressed, the photographer handed us our cash for the session. Eros took leave, my load swimming inside him, but the photographer asked me to hang back for a minute.

“You’ve got some real talent,” the photographer complimented. “And I don’t mean just that big cock. You know how to fuck and the camera loves you.” I thanked him, but didn’t know where this was going.

“I have a colleague who produces gay porn films,” he informed me. “I could pass his number along to you.”

“No thanks,” I protested, scrunching up my face. “Fucking Eros was a one-and-done. Sure, it felt good, but I’m not gay.”

The photographer gave a twisted smile. “My boy, you don’t have to be gay to do gay porn. Half of the guys in gay porn are straight. They call it ‘gay for pay,’ you know.”

“How much does it pay?” I inquired, though I still had no interest in doing gay porn.

“Well,” he answered, “you can demand a lot of money with that big cock. Maybe $5,000 a scene.”

And that’s how I became yet another straight guy with a big dick who makes a good living doing gay porn. A hole is a hole, after all. But don’t tell my girlfriend that.

When most of us were down to our underwear Carl got really serious and came out to us. We were shocked but soon were hugging and assuring him that we loved him and that everything would stay the same. How wrong we were.

The first one to lose the underwear was Frankie and teased Carl about not looking at his junk. We all laughed as Frankie peeled off his boxers and his dick flopped between his legs. One by one, the rest of us got naked and everyone teased Carl. When we finished, Marco who had won the game and still retained his black CK briefs, joined us in our nudity and presented us with the biggest dick I've ever seen. We all cheered and I'm sure I caught Carl licking his lips when he saw that.

We decided to stay naked in the cozy living room as we continued drinking and the conversation derived again to Carl's sexuality. We ask him about dating and other people's reactions when ultimately we ended up in the topic of sex. Chris is the most shameless of us and asked Carl to rate our dicks, which he did without complaints since we were all hammered. Marco won because he had the biggest but I proudly got a second place.

After that, Marco asked curious about how dick tastes and Carl answered pointing at his dick and saying: "why don't you find out for yourself?". And just like that, Marco kneeled in front of Carl and put his cock inside his mouth. The alcohol made us cheer instead of freak out as we saw Marco suck his first dick for a bit and then announce that "it wasn't so bad". After that, we all had a chance to taste Carl's dick (way better than I expected) and to be a good sport, Carl sucked all of our dicks in return.

Being the horny bunch we are, we couldn't stop at that and Carl promised to coach us into some man on man sex. Nobody wanted to get fucked by Marco's gigantic dick so he graciously volunteered to bottom. It was decided that the other one was going to be Frankie, since he lost at strip poker. He protested a little but finally gave in.

Carl told both of them to get on all fours. Then I went behind Marco's muscular ass and Chris was behind Frankie. Carl coached us to lick their holes so they dilated. He showed us how to flick our tongues and twist it and turn it and, by the way our friends were moaning, we were doing a hell of a good job.

From time to time, Carl inserted a finger through their sphincters to see how ready they were and when he saw fit, he told us to lube our dicks and placed our tips at their entrance. Then he taught us that an ass needs to get used to the dick. That you can't just ram it in like in a pussy, and that works for women's asses too.

We slowly pushed our cocks inside our friends and, once we were balls deep, waited for them to feel good. After getting the ok from their part and Carl's, we went crazy. I'd never fucked a tighter hole in my life and I was loving it. Marco moaned and encouraged me to fuck him faster. After a while, we changed partners and I fucked Frankie who complained constantly but, listening to his moans and looking at his hard cock that had never got limp, we knew he loved all of it. Carl felt left out and asked us to suck him off while we fucked.

After a while, Chris had the amazing idea of finishing over Carl as a thank you present. Carl laid on the floor and the rest of us surrounded him on our knees. We frantically jerked our cocks and one by one came over our friend in an improvised bukake.

Our schedule was: morning sex, breakfast, activities in the morning, lunch, more sex, laze around the pool all afternoon, dinner and more sex. We have never been hornier. The sun, the sea, the free time with no worries and the fact that we could call each other husband, got us constantly wanting to touch, kiss and undress. But in all fairness there was another reason. During one of our activities, a trail up the volcano, we met another couple also in their honeymoon. They were Brazilian. She, Eliza, was incredibly attractive, blonde with fake but sexy tits and a huge ass. She was super friendly and funny and we became besties almost immediately. Her husband was from another planet. Troy and I hit each other with our elbows when we first met him. His name was João, and was an adonis. A tower of Brazilian muscle with tanned skin and dark hair. He sported a beard, which I loved, and had his whole arm tattooed, which Troy loved. He was always incredibly nice to us, and very talkative. We were never bored hearing him talk. He was the reason we were always horny. Since we became friends with them, we spent most of our time together and went on the same tours, and after a whole morning looking at those huge arms and sexy face, we reached the room all horned up and needed to release the pent up lust. It didn't help that when we hung out by the pool, he only wore a tiny black speedo that held his bulge and showed his tempting ass.

About a week into our trip, we all went to a bar after dinner to party. We were having a blast and the drinks kept coming so we had a nice buzz going on. Eliza was the naughtiest of us and was always making inappropriate jokes, and the alcohol only accentuated that so she managed to stir the conversation into the topic of sex.

"So who's the top and who's the bottom?" She asked shamelessly.

"Eliza! You cannot ask that question!" João scolded her.

We laughed and didn't take offence to the question but we didn't answer directly. "Let's just say we know how to take the most pleasure our bodies aloud us". Troy said mysteriously.

"Right?! I am so sad for the men that don't explore all the possibilities to gain pleasure", Eliza continued. "I remember the first time I asked João to play with his ass. He was like: no, no, no. But then it was only: yes, more, please!"

"Eliza!! Don't tell them that!!" João was blushing and Eliza started to reassure him and downplayed the issue.

Then she started to kiss him sensually and he didn't look mad anymore. I took advantage of the fact that our couple of friends were busy to give my husband a knowing look. Finding out that this Brazilian stud liked his hole played with would fuel that night's fantasies. When they came back to the conversation, I wanted to keep the topic going.

"I'm glad you're open minded. Most straight guys don't know what they're missing just because they think anything related to the butt is gay"

"Yeah. I guess I have to thank this one for being kinky enough to convince me", João said hugging his wife.

We kept drinking and talking when a different song started and Troy took Eliza to the dancefloor. They had discovered their mutual love for that group during one of our hikes. That left me talking alone with João, looking at our spouses grinding on each other.

"Your husband is a great dancer" told me João.

"Yes, he loves it. I can barely keep up with him. Thank god for your wife to keep him entertained. She can move!"

"That's what made me fall in love with her. I saw her dancing in a club and thought: if that's how she dances, I only can imagine how she fucks! Hahahaha. And I was right!" We both laughed at his inappropriate comment. "Does it happen with men too?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Does Troy fucks as good as he dances?" I looked deep into his eyes, trying to decipher his thinking, but only found drunken bliss.

"Better. We have clicked in bed in a way I've never felt with anyone before. And he always wants it."

"See, that's the best thing about being gay. Men always want to fuck, so if you're two men, you'll always want to fuck. Women don't always want to. We've been two days without sex, here. And it's our honeymoon!" he confessed to me. I couldn't understand Eliza. If I had that man sleeping in my bed I wouldn't leave the room. I tried to lift his spirit.

"Well, if you want my opinion, I think tonight is your lucky night. By the way she is dancing, she is horny as hell". I pointed at our spouses while they moved their hips and twerked to the rhythm of the music. "And speaking about dancing and sex. How about you? I thought every Brazilian knew salsa".

"Oh I know how to dance very well. On the floor and in the bed". He said arching his eyebrows.

"I don't believe you". I said as I joined my husband and started to dance with him. João quickly came and showed us how he danced with his wife. It was a very sexy scene to watch and I could very much imagine how they fucked.

The four of us danced together and, after our conversation, the heat was off the charts and our hornyness showed. Me and my husband grabbed each other's asses and we discreetly rubbed our bulges. I saw how our friends were in the same mood and I felt happy for João so he could finally get some.

We were having a blast. We could very well seem like teenagers in heat, but sadly all fun must come to an end. The last drink didn't sit well with Eliza and she started to feel sick. João decided to take her back to the hotel and told us to stay but we decided to accompany them. We went to their room and helped João to put his wife to bed after a quick shower and drinking lots of water. She was feeling better and told her husband to go back to the party, not remembering that we had to take a taxi to go there. I felt bad for João and I suggested one last drink in our room, which was down the hall. My husband gave me a look because all he wanted to do was pin me to the bed, but he enjoyed the company of our friend too so he said nothing.

We entered our suit and Troy went to pour us some mojitos. João looked around surprised. He didn't know we had such a big room and kept making comments and complementing everything. The bar where Troy was making the drinks; the area with the couch and the coffee table; the lamps with the big fan over our bed; and the california king bed itself. It was way bigger than his and he was fascinated.

"With a bed like that, I'm sure Eliza would want to have sex all the time" he complained and I laughed.

"If you like that, come see the bathroom". Said my husband bringing the drinks.

The three of us went to show João the bathroom. Once he saw the jacuzzi and the enormous walk in shower he swore.

"Man, this isn't fair. This room is way sexier than mine. I got hornier just walking in. I'm sure you're always fucking in here".

We laughed and looked at each other with lust and camaraderie.

"It's true", I confessed. "We barely can keep our hands from each other since the wedding".

We took off our shoes and sat on the couch. We continued talking about everything when the heat became unbearable, and I decided to take off my shirt. It was my room, after all. João also thought it was a good idea and asked me to leave his on the bar. Troy immediately felt overdressed and decided to go shirtless as well. Having my hot husband and our new friend partially undressed on both sides was making me extremely horny. I mindlessly caressed Troy's inner thigh and he was stroking my back, making my dick harden. João continued to be fascinated by the room and kept asking questions.

"How come you guys can afford this suit? It must be very expensive."

"Well, business has been very good the last two years and we wanted to have a special and memorable honeymoon so we decided to book the honeymoon suite no expense spared". Answered Troy.

"The honeymoon suite! That's why it's so sexy. It's built for romance and to make love. I bet you have fucked on every surface of the room". Troy blushed but the conversation was getting me hornier and the alcohol had taken all my inhibitions away so I followed the game.

"Let me think. We fucked in the shower as soon as we arrived; in the jacuzzi after the trail to the volcano; on the bed, of course; on the balcony, the first night; and yesterday we did a little bartender roleplay on the bar. That's it".

"You sucked me off here, on the couch, right before getting out tonight". Said Troy bashfully.

"That's right! So I guess the only place we haven't had sex is... On that table." I said pointing at the table we had in front of us.

"Well, I know what you're gonna do as soon as I leave". João laughed and we followed. "Ok, another question, and I hope I'm not being disrespectful because we're friends. Who's the top and who's the bottom?"

I chuckled after the question. Every time you befriended a straight guy, sooner or later, they ended up asking the same thing. They can't conceive sex without penetration and obviously one must be the man in the relationship. Troy answered before I could.

"We're actually vers", João made a face, clearly not understanding. "It means versatile," explained my husband. "We like both, giving and receiving. Some times we change roles in the middle and other times we're not in the mood for something and the other one does it. Get it?"

Our new friend nodded still deep in though. Troy had lost his shyness and I could see by the bulge on his pants that he was as horny as myself. He decided to flip the tables and began our own interrogation.

"Ok, my turn to ask the questions. You know about our sex life, now we want to know about yours. We are very curious about something your lovely wife said earlier. How exactly do you like your ass played?"

João smiled and stretched his arms along the back of the couch, showing his sexy pits.

"Well, as you might've realized, Eliza is pretty kinky and one day she told me she wanted to eat my asshole. At first I told her no, but she is very persistent and finally I let her. And thank God I did because it was amazing. And she loves to do it so it's a win-win." He looked proud of himself as he said it.

"I feel you, man. We love rimming too", I told him. "And Troy is amazing at it. And then the prostate massage, ufff. I'm getting excited just thinking about it." I visibly adjusted my hard dick.

"Prostate massage?" Inquired João.

"You've never had a prostate massage?" We said in unison.

"What is it? Is it good?"

"Man, if you like your ass eaten you're gonna love it". Said Troy. "It's when someone puts a finger up your butt and touches your prostate. It's where our g-spot is located. You cum so hard when it's done right."

"And Troy is the best one I know". I added.

"I just know where and how to touch." Said my husband humbly.

"Now I'm really curious". João's bulge was getting bigger by the minute and the shape of his dick was visible through the thin fabric of his trousers.

My husband and I looked at each other with mischievous eyes and smiled. This opportunity didn't present often and we weren't gonna miss it.

"Would you like to try it?" I asked. I touched his arm sensually.

João looked at me, nervous but with curiosity. He didn't move his arm, a good sign. My husband put his hand on the hunk's thigh and continued.

"We could do it just like a massage. To relive the pent up tension."

"I don't know..." He was playing hard to get, but we knew he was already convinced.

"Come on! Let us help you. Then you'll know what to ask Eliza, and believe me: you will ask her to do this". I explained.

He finally complied and we almost jumped from the couch. We moved to the bed and João laid face down after removing his pants. We looked at the dick print on his underwear without hiding our enthusiasm and took off our pants as soon as he didn't look. I grabbed my husband's dick and squeezed as I gave him a quick but passionate kiss. We placed ourselves at each side of our straight friend and began the massage. We didn't have any oil so we used lube, sure that he wouldn't notice the difference. We gave his muscular back and thick legs a quick rub to make him relax but we were both impatient so I was soon taking his underwear off. Our erections were at full mast and I could see Troy's cock head peeking through the leg of his underwear. I reached out and grabbed it with one hand while I stroke our friend's meaty ass cheeks with the other one. Troy sighted at the feeling of his dick getting attention. That was the drop that he needed and desire took over.

He positioned between João's legs, spread his ass and dove in. João's head raised as soon as my husband's tongue made contact with his asshole. He looked like he was about to complain but a loud and long moan escaped his mouth. I watched how my husband ate João's ass with hunger. I had been on the receiving end of Troy's rimming so I knew, however good Eliza was, João was now in heaven, getting a pleasure he had never imagined was possible. He was squirming and huffing clutching the sheets with his fists. Troy was lapping like a thirsty dog and I saw the hairless hole winking with anticipation. I stopped pretending this was a massage and got rid of my underwear. I stroke my cock with energy while I pressed my husband's head against the muscular straight ass.

Troy came up for air and I immediately took his place between those glutes. He tasted amazing, musky and masculine, with notes of orange that I recognised from the hotel's shower gel. Troy had done a good job and his ass was pretty relaxed and I could push my tongue deep inside his rectum. João moaned because of my invasion of his virgin hole. I watched from the corner of my eye that my husband was finally naked and was jerking his perfect cock. He had continued the massage and was sensually caressing his back and arms.

"Your ass tastes amazing", Troy said. "Eliza is one lucky woman. We would be all over you if we were her". Stroking their ego as much as their body is how my husband conquered any man he wanted. It worked with me all those years ago and still worked whenever we invited a third into our bed.

I felt how the resistance of his ring on my tongue had reduced enough and signaled Troy it was time for the next step.

"How are you, handsome? Enjoying yourself?" I asked João.

He looked at us over his shoulder with cloudy eyes and heavy breathing.

"That was one of the best things that I've ever felt", said the Brazilian hunk whose taste was still in my mouth.

"Don't say that, yet. That was the appetizer, now comes the main course", interjected my husband. "I need you in all fours to have better access to your perfect ass". He slapped his ass to make the point.

Our straight friend flexed his knees and raised his ass but kept his chest and face to the mattress like a professional bottom. From my position I could see his balls dangling between his legs. I couldn't resist licking them before giving my spot to my husband to do his magic.

Troy coated his fingers with lube and extended it over João's asshole. The Brazilian hunk shivered at the cold liquid. Troy put the tip of his middle finger right at his entrance and started to apply pressure. I saw how the finger started to disappear inside without any reaction from João's part until the second phalanx was completely immersed. João then sighted and closed his eyes with pain. My husband stopped and started to rotate the finger to let him adjust. Me, not wanting to be left out, I grabbed that Brazilian dick and started to stroke it. That was the first time I saw João's dick fully and honestly I couldn't understand how his wife wasn't fucking him every hour of the day. A beautiful uncut rod of meat, tanned like the rest of his skin, with three veins winding over its surface was now throbbing in my hand, hard as a rock and oozing precum to show his excitement. He left a weak moan and relaxed a bit, letting Troy continue. Once his finger was buried to the knuckle, he let João get used to the feeling before moving again. Then, he started to extract his finger and insert it again once it was almost completely out. The next insertion was easier, and so on. Soon my husband's finger was going in and out of that hole as if it was coated with butter. João was liking this new experience but he was promised a prostate massage and he got impatient.

"Not to be a pain in the ass, no pun intended, and I'm loving this, but I don't feel what you have described before with my prostate", he said.

"Soon, don't worry" assured him my husband. "I needed to be able to move easily back here".

I saw then how Troy twisted his wrist and flexed the tendons in his forearm with the middle finger completely buried inside the straight guy's rectum. He was searching for the sweet spot and I knew he found it because João jumped and raised his chest from the mattress. He turned his head and looked at me with his mouth and eyes wide open with surprise. His cock, still in my hand, jerked by itself a couple of times and a new glob of precum dripped between my fingers. I smiled at him and nodded, knowingly.

"Enjoy the ride, big boy". I encouraged him.

His eyes rolled up inside his head and he moaned as my husband continued his massage. I watched how my husband performed his magic ritual on that beautiful ass. João moaned and shouted what I think were some bad words in portuguese. His breathing was heavy and deep and he had his fists clenched.

Troy was fisting his cock furiously with his free hand and I knew he wouldn't be satisfied with just fingering the straight married hunk. I nodded to him and signaled to go ahead. I wasn't gonna be satisfied either.

I leaned down and placed my mouth beside João's ear.

"We're going to turn it up a gear, ok big boy?" I asked him.

"It feels like I'm about to cum. I don't know if I'll be able to endure another gear". He confessed.

"Trust me, you will." I sentenced and nodded to my husband.

He took his finger out of the Brazilian's tight hole and brought it to his mouth. He coated three fingers profusely with spit and went back to our friend's entrance. As he started to push two fingers inside, João flinched and I went to work. I laid on the bed under the married man and put his dick inside my mouth. I immediately started to suck. His cockhead filled my mouth almost completely but I was good at this so I swallowed him deeper. My job was to make him feel so good that he didn't realise my husband was working his sphincter wider for the next step.

As I was trying to deepthoat his massive cock, I felt someone grabbing my throbbing boner. I looked down and saw that João was jerking me off. Probably he felt he owed us, or maybe he was just that horny. I could see my husband's progress as I devoured that delicious slab of meat. He had three fingers completely buried and was working the Brazilian's love nut like crazy. I could tell because of the amount of precum I was savouring and how hard he was squeezing my dick. When I saw the three fingers entering and rotating without effort and João moaning with delight, I knew it was time for the finisher.

I got up and placed myself in front of João. I grabbed his face and looked at him deep into his eyes. I could see how my sexy husband was lubing his cock and biting his bottom lip.

"You've been loving everything we've done to you. You're gonna love this even more". I told João.

"What do you mean? What are you gonna do now?" He looked like a puppy, pleading an answer with his eyes. He tried to look back but I held his head in place. I pressed our foreheads together.

"Trust us. You will beg for more". After saying that I kissed his lips and parted them to slip my tongue inside his mouth. He felt hesitant at first but ended up responding to my kiss. As we were making out he closed his mouth abruptly which meant that my husband had probably put his cockhead inside him. I looked up to see my husband with his eyes closed and a blissful face pushing his hips against João's ass. I stroked his cheek and told him: "you're doing great, big boy. You're a natural. You're gonna love this".

I stayed up because I didn't want to miss the show. My hard dick was right beside João's face and his beard graced my cockhead from time to time, sending shivers through my spine. I was still caressing his cheek with my thumb when Troy's pubes made contact with the hunk's tailbone. My husband exhaled a delighted moan and opened his eyes. He found my sight and smiled devilishly. Then, he started to move.

First he pulled to take out half his mast and then he pushed energetically all the way in. This made João moan. I felt his warm breath on my balls. My husband repeated the move again and again, making our new lover roll his eyes as he kept moaning. Troy was now getting all of his long dick out, except for the glans, and pushing balls deep harder and harder.

"Ou meu Deus, si! Fuck me!" João surprised me with his plea. My husband was more than happy to comply and fuck the married stud faster. I observed with delight, not getting very involved when I felt João's hand on my dick again. He was looking at it with curiosity while enduring my husband's thrusts.

"Do you wanna try this? Maybe you will like this too." I told him as I swiveled my hips a couple of times.

João looked up and opened his mouth. I didn't waste any time and placed my hard meat over his tongue. He licked the tip shyly and then kissed it as if it were a lollipop. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed my cock deeper, trying to pace my thrusts with Troy's. Spit roasting a straight Brazilian married hunk was light-years away from our wildest dreams but here we were. I saw my husband sweating over João's back hitting his prostate with his perfect cock, almost as we promised. João was now sucking my dick almost as if he had done it before. A guy always knows how to do it. My husband made a face that I recognised from our bedroom. He was about to cum. It was too soon so I intervened.

"Honey, let me try our guest. And work my ass. I've got an idea".

Troy frowned and reluctantly obliged. I quickly abandoned João's delicious mouth and rammed my cock into his hole. My husband was soon licking my ass and pushing lubed fingers inside me. Troy was a little thicker than me but João's ass felt incredibly tight. My dick seemed more manageable than my husband's, or maybe he didn't have a dick in his mouth, because João became extremely verbal while I was fucking him.

"Porra, que pau grande! Yes keep going! This is amazing! Caraio! Fode-me com mais força, mais rápido! Thank you for this!"

I reached around to feel how excited our friend was to find his dick harder than ever and dripping precum over the sheets. I stopped my thrusts and extracted my cock, leaving a gaping hole begging for more. Lucky for him, I had planned a big finish.

"On your back, big boy. It's time for the finale." I ordered him. "You've been such a good sport that we're going to reward you with something not many can get."

João turned around and looked at me with excitement. He placed each leg on my sides but that wasn't my plan. I straddled him and placed his big throbbing cock between my ass cheeks. I rubbed hisshaft along my crack and placed the tip right on my entrance. I looked back and signaled my husband. He took that Brazilian dick and guided it inside me. I felt how it slowly buried inside my guts. I never broke eye contact with João who looked at me like a child that got the puppy he always wanted. After two days without sex, I knew my ass was feeling like home for him. Once the dick was completely inside me and I sat on his hips, I waited a moment to enjoy how full I was feeling before I started to ride like a crazy cowboy. João threw back his head and huffed. He grabbed me by the hips and accompanied the motion.

I felt movement on my back and turned around. My husband was lifting João's muscular legs and preparing himself to fuck him again. I helped by grabbing the legs and stopped briefly to ease the penetration. I knew when Troy was inside because João's eyes rolled back and he moaned with pleasure. We both resumed our activity and fucked the married hunk with everything we got. I jumped up and down impaling myself with straight dick. My husband was on frenzy mode, moving his hips with a speed I hadn't seen for a long time. João didn't know how to cope with all the pleasure he was feeling. He didn't know what to do with his hands. He grabbed my waist and an instant later threw his hands over his head. Then, he caressed my chest and pinched my nipples, making me squirm. Finally he decided to grab my pole and jack me off, returning the favor I had done before.

After a few minutes I felt we were all on the edge so I put in motion the last part of my plan.

"Are you about to cum, big boy?" I asked João biting my bottom lip and going deeper with his cock. He nodded and whimpered without saying a word. "Do you wanna cum inside me? Flooding me with your cum? Feeling my wet ass until the very end?"

"Fuck yes please! Let me cum inside you!" He shouted, eyes open like crazy.

"Then you have to let my husband seed you too" I ordered. I knew he wouldn't say no right now but it is always fun when a straight man begs to be seeded.

"Yes, fuck me and seed me. I don't care. Just make me cum. I'm so close!"

He was now jerking my cock so good I was going to cum too. I felt how Troy changed his angle to beat that Brazilian prostate how it deserved and I started to make circles with my pelvis, maintaining the married cock deep inside me. João opened his eyes to the max to then rolled them up inside his skull. He howled something in Portuguese and then I felt his cock getting bigger and spitting a copious amount of jizz inside me. His abs convulsed with each shot I felt. Troy grabbed me by the chest and pinched my nipple while biting my earlobe. He pushed balls deep into the straight asshole and seeded the virgin hole. Between the cum I felt dripping outside my sphincter, João still jerking my cock and my husband pushing my erogenous buttons I went over the edge. I shot five ropes of thick white cum over our Brazilian friend. Two of them reached his face and I saw how he took his tongue out to savour it.

I let his legs fall and turned around to kiss my husband. While we were making out, João raised his torso and joined the kiss, sharing the cum painting his handsome face.

"You were right. That was the best orgasm I've ever felt". Said João pausing our kiss.

We both go to the same gym, sometimes we partner up for workouts. I don't have any kiddos myself but liked to support the team ever since my nephew was a part of Mike's team a few years back. I had just gotten over a sort of breakup, distraught over the muscle daddy hole that I had lost. I loved watching him beg for my dick as it teased against his hole, his legs bent back held up by his head as he begged me to stuff him up. Unforatunely, he wanted to continue with his hoe phase unattached while I felt ready to commit to exclusivity. I understood of course, and still wanted to fuck him, but felt I needed some space away. Mike saw me moping around at the gym one day and after I told him a bit about what happened (minus the daddy hole part), he gave me a shoulder pat and tried to cheer me up. "Hey, CJ, why don't you come over for the game tonight, we can get some drinks and hang out, get your mind away from that guy." Having nothing to do that night, I agreed.

I showed up to his home as the sun was close to setting, with a six-pack and just a tank and shorts. Mike opened the door and I was surprised to see him in just a jockstrap and socks. "Hey CJ!" He smiled as he came in for a hug, letting me appreciate his hardened muscled mass. I knew Mike was at least somewhat straight, having heard from nosy neighbors that he had a particularly nasty divorce when he was younger, so I didn't really think anything was happening. "Hey Mike, damn you look good, I'd fuck you right then and here if you were into that kind of stuff," I chuckled as I held up the beer. He grabbed it from me and I followed him in as his big perky ass waddled with him to the living room. "Hey, now, don't get me any ideas, stud. Sorry, I just repaired a leak in my bathroom and it splashed everywhere. Was going to change but I figured we're guys and it's my own damn house. You're welcome to get comfy too," he laughed and raised his eyebrows to see what I'd do. "Okay, you're home, you're rules," I said as I took off my tank and shorts, and with just a pair of briefs on we settled into the couch for the game.

After the game ended, I was more than a few beers deep, and we got to chatting as we kept drinking. I tend to get into the chisme mood when I'm buzzed, and started to pry into Mike's life. "So I heard you're divorced? I'm sorry man, thought you were always a single kind of guy." He nodded, "yeah, it took a marriage to come apart for me to realize the kind of guy I am. Maybe one day but I don't like to fall into a category of standards, you know?" I nodded back. Mike took a swig and said, "Okay, my turn, why'd you like that guy you broke things off with?" I muttered an answer about commitment stuff, and he shook his head, "nah man, tell me the dirty stuff, what was he like, what did you like about him, etc." I got brave and started to talk about all the slutty things he did to get my dick wet and hard, before I stuck it in. Started to pop a boner as well which I tried to cover up nonchalantly but Mike probably noticed, he didn't say anything though. "Sounds, hot, CJ," we laughed after a moment of silence. I continued, "my turn again. You gotta tell me your secret to keeping the football team afloat, I know the district and principle's been surprised with the cuts they've been doing across the board." He gave me a look and finished the rest of his beer before getting up to stand in front of me.

He started to flex his muscles for me, showing off his meaty chest and arms before turning around to show me his ass and broad back, talking the whole time. Eventually he went over to his other couch and bent forward, arched his back, and spread out his legs giving me a full view of his hot bulked out body and ass. "Well, it started a year or so after your newphew graduated, they were just announcing issues with funding, and I was getting desperate because our team was about to head out on some travel games for the league. I tried everything, and eventually had to drive around the neighborhood asking for donations myself as we were cutting it close to game days. One kid's dad was home without his wife or kids, and brought me in to chat and make my case. Halfway through begging him, he asked me what I would do for $50, I said anything, thinking he'd want me to mow his lawn or something, and instead he took out his dick and told me if he could get me off with just my mouth, he'd triple the donation. It was a while since I took a dick in my mouth but it was a lot of money, so I went ahead to strip and did it. The fucker was kind of rough, slapped my head a few times to tell me I was using a lot of teeth, then he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down to his hilt, I gagged and teared up for a bit but he said good whores hold on. He then took out his dick and came on my face. He grabbed my shirt and used it to clean off his dick before telling me to beg for more cock as he went to grab his wallet. As he threw down a bunch of ones, he told me that I would be able to earn more money for the team this way, and that lots of the dads liked to fool around in the neighborhood and that he would refer me out. Said lots of them would pay a lot to fuck a muscled coach like me, and called me beautiful," he chuckled at the end.

He turned around again as he finished his story and saw that I was looking at him with a huge hard-on, but not touching my own bulge. "I can help you with that, stud," he pointed at my stiff dick about to burst through my briefs. I shook my head, "hot story, Mike, but I don't fuck around with guys who are gay for pay, even you are fucking hot" I said as I got to get up. He put a hand on my chest, "whoa, whoa, who said I was straight?" he grinned as he pushed me back down. "And who said I was charging you for this." as he went to fish out my dick. I didn't stop him. He softly palmed and teased as he played with my staff. "Fuck, this piece's big and thick", he said as he slapped it against his other hand. "At first, it was for the money, then after the 20th donation, I found myself craving getting used by a guy. Felt hot to be seen and used like a piece of meat, getting people off with my body and putting their cocks in me. I think it ended up being the reason why my marraige fell apart, and why I didn't want to hunker down with a woman." I gave him a look. He got serious, "Look man, you're fucking hot, I've had a crush on you forever now, can I at least fulfill a fantasy of mine and slut out on that big dick of yours?" I scoffed and leaned down to give him a kiss, he was surprised and returned it before I broke it off and settled back into the couch, "Okay, stud, let's get to work," as he smiled and started to softly blow me. And soon after I started getting into the mood. I grabbed his head and helped him determine a pace that I liked. He cooed when I took control, so I started to get more rough on him, forcing him to deepthroat me longer and longer each downstroke. I let him get air after a while as he sat back on his heels. "Fuck! I liked that, stud. Wanna fuck me?" He asked, I nodded. He got up and straddled me, grabbing some lube and slicked up my dick and his hole, before slowly sinking down on my dick, causing us both to groan out as he bottomed out. He started to flex as he spouted out hot verbal. "Fuck, yeah, use me to get off, fuck I can feel your big dick go all the way up inside me, this ass is yours anytime, bet I can take it better than that muscle daddy you were fucking." I got him into my favorite position, his legs up and spread out as he's on his back and I'm looking at his face as I jackhammer a load into him. As I jabbed at his prostate just right, I felt his muscles contract as he blew a load over his abs and chest. I wasn't entirely done so I kept fucking him without a break, and he just kept on letting me, his dick still stiff and hard as it waved around. His pecs, still bobbing up and down as he flexed for me. Soon though I roared as I emptied my own load into him, coming down for a kiss as I slowly waited for my dick to soften. When I realized it didn't, I started to fuck him again, and he moaned out as he begged for a second load.

“What do you mean?”, I asked him.

“We follow your dad and Thad”, he said his name rolling his eyes, “and spy on them”.

He looked at me like a puppy waiting for the ball to be thrown.

“Are you insane? I’m not gonna spy on my dad while he has his first gay hookup. That’s disgusting”.

“Dude, it’s not disgusting. It’s extremely hot. Rob is super sexy and Thad, even though he’s a smug prick, is super attractive. Watching them fuck will be like watching a live porn movie”.

“First of all, don’t call my dad Rob…”

“He asked me to call him like that”. I silence him with my finger raised.

“Second thing, and a very important one, I don’t care how sexy they are. It’s my father!”

“Michael, come on! I didn’t want to come to this, but you owe me one”. I opened my mouth in disbelief. Months ago I asked John for a big favor, and he was now collecting.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me”. I said, defeated.

“Dude, it’s gonna be the hottest thing we will see in our lives. You’ll thank me later”.

We gathered our stuff and we ran to catch up with my dad and his new friend. It wasn’t difficult finding them since Thad had an impressive red sports car. John made a comment about overcompensation, making me laugh. We got in our car and followed them to Thad’s place, a stunning beachfront house a few miles further. We saw how they entered, with Thad’s hand on my dad’s lower back, and approached. We crept closer, looking for a window to look inside. We slipped into the back yard, and from there we had an excellent view of the main room, an open concept between kitchen and living room. We crouched under a window and waited for the couple to appear.

They came into the room shoulder to shoulder laughing about something we couldn’t hear. Thad grabbed two beers from the fridge and gave one to my dad. He then took off his hawaiian shirt and continued talking in his speedo. His pouch looked more filled than before. The continued talking and gesticulating by the kitchen bar. As far as we could make out, they were still talking about the gym and their workouts. That guy really knew how to play my dad like a fiddle. Thad made a gesture to my dad and he took off his tee shirt and started posing. Thad approached him and placed his hands on his chest, feeling his pecs.

“Oh my god, this guy is going to fuck your dad so hard,” John said.

“What are you talking about?! My dad isn’t going to let someone fuck him the first time he’s with a man.”

“Have you seen how dominant he is? Rob’s losing his anal virginity today.”

“I told you to don’t call him Rob! And I’ll tell you that he isn’t.”

“Let’s make a bet since you’re so sure. We’re going to imitate them. I’ll be Thad and you’ll be your dad. If your dad’s the top, you fuck me. If your dad’s the bottom, I’ll fuck you. Done?” I looked at my friend’s extended hand and thought for a second. Both John and I were tops and rarely bottomed. I shook his hand tightly because I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to fuck my friend’s bubble but.

We turned our attention back to what was happening inside. Thad continued examining my father’s muscles with his hands, this time his biceps. Thad forced my father to turn around and pose to his back stuck out. He continued touching every inch of my father’s skin, getting closer and closer until his hands reached his ass. Once there, he circled my father with his hands and kissed the back of his neck. My father wrapped his arms around the other man’s and lowered his head to give him better access. Thad licked and kissed my father’s neck with the eagerness of someone who hasn’t eaten in days. Finally, my father turned, and their lips met. I gulped, watching my father kiss a man for the first time. It was a passionate but temder kiss. Thad was grabbing my dad’s face with both hands and my dad was holding his waist. Thad started to explore more of my dad’s body and his hand roamed over his skin. My father did the same and started to touch Thad’s ripped muscles cautiously. You can saw dad was getting more and more into it as Thad kept caressing his skin. Suddenly we could see how Thad grabbed my father’s bulge and started to fondled it. On the other side of the window John also grabbed my hard dick and started to jerk it off over my speedo. I looked at him with questioning eyes.

“I told you I would do whatever Thad did”, he said, and kept grabbing my dick.

I enjoyed his attention and closed my eyes for a moment. When I opened them and looked inside Thad had pulled my father’s cock out of his speedo and was expertly jerking him off while kissing his neck again. My father grabbed Thad by the back of his neck and enjoyed the moment with his eyes closed, just like I had just done. It was the first time I saw my dad’s cock hard. It looked pretty similar to mine in size and he was uncut too. John kept mimicking Thad and was also jerking my dick at full speed.

Thad was the one in control, moving his hands and mouth all over my dad, doing whatever he liked with him, and my dad was just happy to be there. He was enjoying the attention as anyone could see from his hard cock, but he wasn’t doing anything much. His hands never went to touch Thad’s dick and only caressed his skin gently.

Thad got bored of the foreplay and dropped to his knees to suck my dad’s dick. He didn’t waste any time he just put it in his mouth and started sucking it.

“You are one lucky bastard”. John said. “I’m going to give you one hell of a blowjob but, if at any moment they changed positions you have to tell me because I’ll be on my knees”

I promised I would hold my end of the bargain and he started to suck my dick . I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensation of my best friend sucking my dick while trying not to cum too soon. It wasn’t the first time we hooked up but we didn’t do it often so I didn’t remember how good his mouth was. My dad must’ve been feeling the same because he had his head thrown back and his eyes closed leaning over the couch’s back. His hands by his sides opened and closed periodically. He finally placed them on Thad’s head and started to rock his hips back and forth. Thad doubled his efforts and took more of my father’s cock down his throat. During one thrust he opened his mouth to the max and buried his nose in my dad’s pubes. I saw how he took his tongue out and laped on his balls while his Adam’s apple moved so I assumed his throat was giving dad’s cockhead a wonderful massage.

“John, I love what you’re doing but you have to see this. Thad is deepthroating my dad”.

Like a flash, John’s face was beside me.

“Wow! I’m sorry but I can’t do that to you. Haha”.

We marveled for a while at how incredibly skilled Thad was and how good my dad must’ve been feeling and then, to my surprise and John’s delight, Thad grabbed my father by the hips and turned him around. He paused for a second caressing his butt cheeks and licking his lips and then dove in. My dad clenched his fist and clutched the couch fabric strongly. He let out a moan that we could hear outside.

John laughed by my side as he placed his hand on my shoulder.

“This I can do! Be prepared because the next thing is the fucking”.

“A lot of tops like to be rimmed. I like it!”, I protested. “This doesn’t mean my dad’s gonna bottom”.

“Man, by the way he’s moaning and how hard his dick is, he isn’t liking it. He is loving it. And Thad is gonna take advantage of your dad’s curiosity ans sweet talk his way into his ass. And that means, I’m gonna be in yours too. Now if you don’t mind I’m gonna prepare your tight ass so I don’t hurt you.”

He went back on his knees and started munching on my ass. I really liked getting my ass eaten so I stopped complaining and enjoyed the rimjob. I felt how his tongue circled my sphincter and my skin was covered in goosebumps in a second. He then drilled with his tongue the deeper inside me he could. I grabbed my dick and started to jack off to mimic my dad. He was now fisting his cock enjoying the ass eating sensation. Thad had his face buried between my father’s ass cheeks and it seemed as if he didn’t need air to breathe. I could see his head moving up and down and side to side while he slapped his ass and the sound reached my ears.

He started to lick his fingers and caress dad’s hole. He switched from his tongue to his fingers making my dad squirm and shake with pleasure. After a while, he sucked his middle finger and soaked it in saliva at the same time that he spat on my father’s asshole. I watched as he pressed his finger inside his hole. I watched it disappear, phalanx after phalanx. I stopped masturbating because I almost came. John realised something had happened and went up to see inside the window.

“Fuck yeah! I knew Rob was that kind of man! Be ready, Mikey. I’m going in”.

John sucked his finger and inserted it inside me. He had worked my hole so well that it slipped right in. He tried to match the rhythm with which Thad fingered my dad but being standing was more complicated. Thad expertly drilled my father’s ass, twisting his wrist and hooking his finger. Dad had both his hands on the couch and his ass was sticking out in a very sexy way. We could see his heavy breathing and hear his muffled moans through the glass. Thad apparently got two fingers at his ass now and was massaging his prostate. My dad rested his head on his forearms and shouted a loud “Oh God!”. This went on for several minutes untill Thad couldn’t resist anymore and got up behind him.

He grabbed his cock by the base and trapped it on my dad’s hole. John, took his fingers out and kissed me on the neck.

“Mikey, this is the hottest moment of my life. I’m not gonna last long”, he warned me.

I felt his blunt cock head tapping on my entrance and then he started to press slightly. I knew he was waiting to enter at the same time as Thad penetrated dad. We watched Thad grab my father by the hips and push his pelvis. His cock looked gigantic and inch by inch it disappeared inside my father’s ass. My dad opened his eyes a lot and clenched his fists. He tensed all his muscles as he endured the invasion of his virgin hole. Thad was looking with a smile how his massive dick sunk slowly, and he stroked his lover’s back to comfort and to encourage him.

On our side of the window, John was pushing his dick inside me at the same pace as Thad. His dick was smaller and my hole more experienced than my dad’s but in my mind I was feeling exactly what my father was feeling. I felt my friend’s pubes gracing my tailbone at the same time that Thad went balls deep. My dad’s breathing slowed down once he got used to having another man’s dick in his rectum, but the moment of peace was short because Thad immediately started to rock his hips. John did the same and began to fuck me.

My mind was overloading. I didn’t know where to focus my attention. My best friend fucking me for the first time, tighting the bond we shared and reminding me that bottoming wasn’t that bad? Thad’s extremely hot body moving rhythmically and his enormous cock playing peekaboo with my eyes as it went in and out of that big ass? The image of my dad having his first gay experience and losing his anal virginity and, by the look of it, loving the shit out of it? There were too many exciting things around me and anything could push me over the edge.

Thad’s speed increased and so did my friend’s. I felt how his cock head graced my spot again and again and let out a moan even though we were trying to not make any noise. If I was feeling this way, I couldn’t imagine what my father would be experiencing with Thad’s big dick punching his prostate over and over. I saw how hard his dick was, almost vertical. With its head engorged and red. Dripping precum like a faucet.

As the time went on we could hear the moaning and cursing from inside, as well as the slapping noises Thad was making with every thrust against my dad’s ass. I was jacking off like crazy and John was slamming his hips the faster he could when suddenly he grabbed my shoulders stronger than before.

“I’m cumming Mikey. I can’t hold it any more!” He warned me as he buried his dick deeper inside me and flooded my insides with his seed.

I kept masturbating watching how my dad got fucked by his new friend. My friend’s dick deflated and escaped my ass with some of his jizz which dripped down my inner thigh. Inside the house, Thad was pounding my dad as hard as he could. He had one hand grabbing his hip to push his dick as deep as possible, and the other one grabbing his shoulder to make him arch his back in a position perfect for prostate stimulation. My dad got his mouth open and his eyes rolled back into his skull in a state of pure ecstasy and sexual frenzy. All of a sudden I heard my dad scream.

“Fuck! I’m cumming baby! Don’t stop, keep fucking me!”. Jets of cum spurted from my father’s cock and landed on the back of the couch and all over the floor. I counted at least seven cumshots and my dad’s body spasmed with every one of them. Thad never stopped and kept the energy of the fucking even when my dad had finished screaming and was only breathing heavily. One last drop of cum dangled from the tip of dad’s dick. I watched hypnotized its pendulum movement until it fell, and it was as if a spell broke. I came. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I painted the outside wall under the window and bit my lip to not make any sound that revealed our position. John was stroking my back and alternated his gaze between my dick and the hot scene inside. Once my sight unblurred and my orgasm ended, I paid attention again to that scene.

Thad hadn’t stopped his thrusts, but his face showed that he was on the verge of cumming. As if to prove me right, Thad pulled out his cock and forced my dad to his knees facing him. He jerked off furiously on his face and soon shot all over him. Thick white ropes of cum painted my dad’s face while Thad howled with his eyes closed. I saw how my dad timidly stuck out his tongue to taste one over his upper lip.

Once Thad recovered from his orgasm, he leaned down and kissed my father deeply, licking some of his own cum from his lips and facial hair. He stepped back and made gestures for my dad to not move. He looked into his bag, took his phone and pointed at my kneeling father with the intention of taking his picture. We saw how my dad laughed and posed sticking his tongue out.

“Dude, I was right. This has been the hottest thing we would ever do in our lives”. Said John patting my shoulder.

My mind started to focus and I came back to reality. I had just witnessed my dad get fucked by a super hot dude while my best friend fucked and bred me. It was indeed the hottest thing to ever happen to me. My mind kept ticking and I realised Thad was still tinkering with his phone, probably exchanging numbers with dad and hopefully sending him the pictures he had taken.

“Ok, next mission”, I spoke to John. “I don’t know how but we need to get those pictures”.

“You’re good,” a sexy voice said as I turned to see a handsome man standing next to me. “These are the best.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“I love them,” the man said handing me the pack of Calvin Klein briefs we were both reaching for before grabbing the pack behind it for himself. “They keep everything in place,” he winked with a grin.

I smiled back and looked down at the package in my hands.

“I’m not really a briefs guy but figured I’d give them a try,” I said.

“What?” he laughed. “What do you wear?”

“Boxer briefs,” I replied.

“Man, these are so much better,” he insisted. “And they look sexy.”

“Really?” I asked. “They don’t make you look like a little kid with Superman undies?” I laughed.

“No, man,” he grinned again while pulling his phone out of his pocket.

I watched as he scrolled through his phone not even thinking about what he was doing. All I could think about was how cool this guy seemed.

“See?” He said showing me a picture of himself in the same underwear.

The picture showed him lifting his leg and giving a peace sign. My eyes immediately found his huge bulge in the same briefs I was holding.

“Damn, you were right,” I smiled before handing him back his phone. “Looks like it keeps everything in place … no matter how big.”

The man laughed and put out his right hand as his left shoved his phone back in his pocket.

“I’m Briggs,” he said shaking my hand firmly.

“Tyson,” I said as we locked eyes. “Do you work for Calvin Klein or do you always have pics of yourself in the underwear you’re trying to talk another guy into buying?”

“I know, right?” He smiled. “No, the pic is something I sent somebody I was flirting with. I just happen to be a big CK fan.”

I immediately noticed he said somebody instead of a girl or woman. I felt a weird excitement flood my brain as it registered. The weird thing is I’d never thought much of guys other than thinking a guy was good looking or ripped or something.

“Well, it’s a good one,” I said looking back down at the package of underwear in my hands.

“Thanks, man,” he replied. “I guess I have a bit of an underwear fetish.”

“Tyson, there you are,” I heard my dad’s voice behind me before feeling his strong hand on my shoulder.

“No fucking way,” Briggs said after turning to see my Dad. “Dave, how are you, man?”

“Briggs!” Dad said smiling and shaking the man’s hand. “I see you’ve met my son, Tyson. Two days in town and you’re already stalking me?” Dad laughed.

“Of course,” Briggs replied. “I’m infiltrating Tyson here.”

Briggs and my Dad laughed and started talking about how Briggs was settling into our city, how his move went, etc. I gathered that they worked together and Briggs had just been transferred to Dad’s office. The conversation finally found a lull and Dad looked at the underwear we both had in our hands.

“Briefs?” Dad asked me. “You finally coming to your senses?”

“I was picking up a pack to take a look when Briggs talked me into them,” I said.

Dad gave Briggs a look and a smirk before telling me, “I think that’s a good choice. They keep your boys in place.”

“That’s what I told him,” Briggs chimed in before pulling out his phone and showing Dad the pic he showed me. “I let him see for himself.”

Dad looked at Briggs’ pic for a little longer than I was expecting.

“My man, who are you taking pics like this for?” Dad asked still looking down at it.

“What?” Briggs laughed. “You think you’re the only good looking guy with needs?”

Dad smiled and jokingly elbowed Dad. I could tell Dad liked the good looking guy comment.

“Besides,” Briggs continued. “Tyson here seemed like he needed convincing that briefs were the way to go.”

“Yeah, he loves his boxer briefs,” Dad agreed. “Guys his age don’t know what’s good.”

“How old are you?” Briggs asked me locking eyes.

“Just turned 23,” Dad answered for me. “Fresh out of his fifth year at college and living with me again. How old are you, Briggs?” Dad asked.

“31,” Briggs replied as he looked back into my eyes.

Something told me Briggs’ reply was also asking me if that was too old for me.

“That’s cool,” I replied. “You’re not “too” old.”

My emphasis on “too” made Briggs and my Dad laugh. Briggs again locked eyes with me as we both had an odd kind of grin on our faces. Dad either picked up on it or was just trying to break the silence.

“Hell, the two of you should go out for beers,” Dad said. “It’s Saturday and Briggs needs a guide around town. Besides, you both have new underwear to hit the town.”

The three of us laughed at Dad’s briefs comment before getting quiet again.

“I don’t want to push myself on Tyson here,” Briggs said looking at Dad and back at me. “He probably has plans already on a Saturday.”

“No, actually,” I said rather quickly. “A lot of my friends moved away, so I’d be down.”

“Then it’s set,” Dad said putting a hand on both of our shoulders. “Briggs, why don’t you head over to my condo later and we can all have a drink before the briefs brothers head out.”

Briggs smiled at Dad’s dad joke and agreed.

“Is 7 too early?” Briggs asked me.

“No, not at all,” I confirmed.

“I’ll text you my address and we’ll see you then,” Dad said shaking Briggs’ hand.

“Nice meeting you,” Briggs said as he looked in my eyes and shook my hand.

“You, too,” I said with a smile. “We’ll see you in a bit.”

“See you later,” Briggs said with a quick wave before heading toward a register.

“You need anything?” I asked Dad as I looked back down at my package of CK briefs.

“I don’t, but you should probably get a new pair of jeans for tonight,” he said. “I’ve seen yours.”

We both laughed and I agreed. We looked around seeing the men’s area with jeans on a far wall and headed that way. I felt Dad’s hand back on my shoulder as we walked.

Dad leaned in and asked, “looks like Briggs has a big set of balls on him.”

I laughed and asked, “you into that, Dad?”

Dad laughed back and said, “I might be for that guy. I’ve always thought he was a good looking man.”

We both got quiet before Dad asked, “do you think I should get some new underwear, too?”

I started to get the feeling dad might thing Briggs is “cool” like I did. There was something about the guy that pulled you in.

“Definitely,” I said. “Briggs would be proud.”

Dad laughed and said, “I’ll have to show him tonight. You go look at jeans and I’ll go grab a pack of briefs.”

As I walked I thought about the three of us wearing the same underwear as we had a drink tonight and it made me feel something in my cock. I ignored it and headed to the jeans.

There was a knock at the door right at 7. I walked toward the door and figured Dad had told the doorman to let Briggs up. I opened the door to see Briggs standing there with his familiar smile.

“Tyson,” Briggs said. “Long time no see.”

Briggs shook my hand and pulled me in for a tight hug. God, he smelled good as he held me a little longer than a normal hug.

“You look nice,” I said checking out his tight jeans that showed off his nice legs and ass.

“You, too, bud,” Briggs replied looking me over. “Where’s your Dad?”

“Briggs!” Dad shouted as we both turned to look at him.

I was shocked to see Dad standing there in nothing but his new pair of Calvin Klein briefs.

“Dad, what the fuck?” I asked.

“What?” Dad asked seemingly unaware at what was wrong.

“Dave, you’re looking good man,” Briggs said walking to Dad and pulling him in for a hug.

I watched as Briggs gave Dad a pat on the butt as they embraced and they both laughed.

“Those briefs show off that big daddy ass,” Briggs said before turning to look at me.

I was now looking at Dad and Briggs as they looked back at me. There was an awkward silence for a second.

“Tyson, don’t sweat it, man,” Briggs said with his disarming smile. “Don’t be jealous at how well your Dad fills out his pouch.”

“Thank you, Briggs,” Dad said looking at me. “Tyson is always embarrassed by me.”

“Nah,” Tyson said looking at Dad and back at me. “You’re both handsome men. Neither one of you have should ever be embarrassed.”

That warm feeling washed over me again. I smiled at Briggs and then at Dad.

“Fine,” I said. “Dad you look good in those.”

Dad smiled and did a little spin before walking to his bar in just his briefs. Dad really was a good looking guy and very fit.

“Bourbon good, guys?” Dad asked.

“Sounds great,” Briggs said answering for both of us as we locked eyes again.

Briggs smiled at me as Dad fixed our drinks and I smiled back. He moved closer and leaned in.

Shortly arriving at the hotel, you immediately took to the pool like a duck to water. Your husband decided to sit on the sides as he watched you doggy swim around the pool. There were not that many people at that hour.

Your husband's eyes wandered around and stopped on a figure on the edge of the pool in a skimpy black thongs. The handsome man was already staring back at your husband.

Behind your unaware ass, your husband and the mystery man checked out each other, and smiled back, confirming they both liked what they saw.

The mystery man then turned and started heading to the restroom beside the pool and your man didn't waste any time following him, only glancing back at you once to confirm that you were still swimming, unaware.

It would take you around 10 minutes after he was gone to realise your husband was missing when you turned towards where he was sitting, to ask him if he wanted to have lunch, only to see the spot empty.

Confused, you looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen.

A bit alarmed but still in a chill mood, you got out of the pool and decided to text him instead first.

"Where are you, babe? You were there when I finished swimming."

It wasn't long before you got a reply.

"In the loo, I think I had something that upset my stomach. Don't worry, I'll be out."

You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding and replied back asking him to call you if he needed something before laying down on the pool side lounger.

Back inside the pool restroom, your husband's hooded eyes stared into the mystery man's tear filled eyes as he deep throated your husband's long and thick married cock.

Your husband tried his best to suppress his moans in case other people were using the restroom but his efforts were useless cause the gagging noises rang out in the empty public restroom.

After a few more mins of enjoying that sinful mouth, your husband signaled the cocksucker to stand up.

"Now let's test this ass and see if it's as good as the hole above, don't we," your husband whispered in the other guy's ears as he pushed him flat on the stall's door and quickly tore his skimpy thongs off his body.

Your husband used his spit and fingers to loosen up the hole while peppering kisses across the bottom's long neck and handsome face.

After a minute of preparing his hole for his big cock, your husband put his hand over the bottom's mouth and pressed his thick mushroom against the slightly pulsing pucker.

"My husband is waiting outside so we can't take our sweet time here before he comes looking for me but don't worry, I'll fuck you harder and better tonight, just wait for me," your husband whispered in the handsome bottom's ears and fit his whole cock inside the tight heat in one strong trust.

The handsome bottom had a crushing grip on the top of the stall door and goosebumps flared over his body but he still didn't try to dislodge your husband's cock.

On the other hand, your husband bit his lips to suppress his groan cause the tight heat was crushing his thick cock. He had never felt this much pleasure even while fucking you. He stayed still for a few seconds to fully savour the heat and pleasure he was receiving before he slowly started thrusting his dick in and then slowly in.

Again, they tried to suppress their moans but it would've been useless anyway as the slap of your husband's groin hitting the bottom's bubble butt rang out through the empty public restroom.

You were startled awake from your nap when a hand slightly shook your shoulders. You didn't realise you had accidentally fallen asleep while waiting for your husband. You looked up to find your hot and handsome husband's grinning down at you.

"Hey, sleeping beauty, did you have a good sleep? Sorry to keep you waiting, my love, you must be so tired," your husband apologised as he leaned down to peck your lips.

You smiled back.

"It's okay, babe. I guess it was quite jet lagged and how's your stomach, I hope it's feeling better now?"

"Yeah, a lot better, and so hungry again," your husband replied with a laugh.

"Okay, let's go have lunch then, they're probably still serving the lunch buffet hopefully," you said as you quickly gathered your stuff.

While you were busy gathering your stuff, your husband took out his phone and opened his chat with the mystery man he just fucked. They had exchanged numbers after he bred him.

The handsome stranger had sent his room number and coincidentally, it just so happened to be the one beside your room.