BareBack pig

Liam didn’t hesitate. He closed the door behind him, stepped up behind Mr. Brooks, and took control — slow, deliberate, making Mr. Brooks tremble with need. In the mirror, Liam made him watch every second: how Liam stripped him, teased him, filled him deep until Mr. Brooks was gasping, whispering filthy words Liam had to drag out of him.

Liam stayed in control the whole time — not rough at first, but deep, grinding, making Mr. Brooks beg. And when the older man broke down, desperate for more, Liam gave it to him — fucking him harder, slamming into him until he was moaning, pleading, completely wrecked.

When Mr. Brooks was shaking and sobbing for release, Liam finally let him come — screaming Liam’s name just like he was told. Liam followed, holding him tight, filling him deep, making sure Mr. Brooks knew exactly who he belonged to.

Afterward, Liam cleaned him up — slow, steady, taking care of him without letting go of the control he owned now. But just as things settled, they almost got caught — Jason shifting upstairs, footsteps creaking dangerously close. Liam clamped a hand over Mr. Brooks’ mouth, holding him still, hard and naked against the counter, both of them frozen.

When the danger passed, Mr. Brooks sagged against him, completely surrendered. He whispered he didn’t even care if they got caught anymore — not when Liam made him feel like this.

And Liam just smirked, pulling him back toward the bed.

I docked outside the bay and let folks settle in for some food and drinks, taking some time to go down to the deck and enjoy some relaxation time. “Wow, great view, huh?” I turned to see who was talking to me as I gazed out onto the blue water hunched over the railing. A muscled cutie in a black speedo was next to me and handed me a drink, and turned to look out with me. “Yeah, it’s crazy how strong and calm the ocean is huh, big thing, something to behold for sure.” He cleared his throat, “yeah, you and it seem alike, huh, cap.” I scoffed and turned to face him, he remained looking outward but smiled back as he got me to acknowledge the flirting. “Thanks for the drink, I’m Dan, the captain, as you know.” We shook hands. “Mark, nice to meet you.” “So, you’re one of Jim’s guests?” He shook his head, “nah, not one of the party goers, but I am on Jim’s payroll, so to speak. I’m your surprise, today, actually,” he said as he turned to face me and gave a little flex show. I raised my eyebrow. Jim must have clocked me as into guys, not that it was entirely a secret. Mark kept flexing, “since we’re docking here for a while, food and drinks and some swimming for the guests can be handled by the party staff. Maybe that’s enough time for us to have some fun ourselves in the suite downstairs? That is, if you like what you see.”

“Sure, Mark, lead the way,” I said as he took my hand and led me below deck. We came to the suite room where Mark started stripping off his speedos and then naked, kneeled down to help me undress as well. As I sat on the edge of the bed he got down and started to blow me. The guy was an expert cocksman for sure. While on his hand and knees he worshiped my dick, moving to suck and lick my balls, before coming back up and trying to deepthroat me. As he noted, I’m kind of big so he struggled as bit but remained determined. After some time he pulled off for some air, coughing and wiping away some tears from his face. “So, you and Jim hook up often? How’d you end up here.” He got under me a bit more and grabbed my dick to softly stroke it before reaching over and getting some lube. “Well, I was his diving and swimming instructor, then I was part time as his personal trainer coach, and I guess he liked what he saw because now I’m his on-call whore. He’s someone you kind of don’t say no to, not that you need to. He’s a generous guy, as you probably already know.”

My dad isn’t ‘the working type anymore,’ in his own words. So when we hit hard times and almost had to move out of our home and sell it, he had us both sign up for an experiment. I didn’t want to get a part time job because it would interfere with this, my first semester at college that I’m currently in. The study would pay a million dollars per person and the company was globally recognized and definitely not scammy. We even had to do an interview at their main office which was a huge site.

We knew that there would be risks involved in an experiment that pays so handsomely. Essentially we would be trying out the company’s body swapping machine. We would live in each other’s bodies for a month and write daily log entries so that they could determine any potential side effects. They swapped our bodies as soon as the paperwork was signed, strapping us into chairs with what looked like salon hair driers that pulled down over 1/3 of our heads and throwing back a breaker lever.

I was really excited to be in my dad’s body. I’m gay and he’s a ten on my hotness scale. I’m not out to my dad but he gave me a skeptical look when I ‘had to’ use the bathroom as soon as we were home. It’s true, I barely had to pee. I just wanted to see my dad’s penis between my legs. I managed to get what little pee was in my new bladder out, but then I got so hard looking at my dad’s naked body in the bathroom mirror that I had to let my boner die down before I rejoined my dad in the living room. He was being standoffish looking uncomfortable in my body. That didn’t make sense to me. I’m a young athlete and my body and face are handsome. I know that sounds arrogant but these are just compliments I get on daily. I had to figure out why he had that indiscernible expression on my cute young face.

That night I read my dad’s log. It explained that he was experiencing a huge side effect. He was gay in my body! Apparently he was attracted to his new body and attracted to me in his old body. I couldn’t believe my luck. I still got to be gay in my dad’s body but somehow the swap had made him gay in my body.

The next day I got up early. I had college classes to go to. I know what you’re thinking, ‘In your dad’s body?’ Yes. The company informed university of our temporary body exchange and legally the college had to comply. I was especially looking forward to using the college locker rooms with my dad’s body.. But first I had to torture my dad a bit.

My dad was already in the kitchen sitting at the table. I walked out wearing a shirt but no pants or underwear and said, “Good morning dad!”

He had to pretend to be cool with my appearance but I saw his face flush pink and his eyes lingered on my penis for a moment too long. “‘Morning,” he said as un-startled as he could manage. I started brewing myself a coffee and I chose to be bold. I walked over to where he was sitting in a wooden chair. I squatted down and hugged him around the chair.

“I love you dad. Thanks for finding this experiment for us,” I said while squeezing him. My 50 year old penis and balls had gone through the wooden slats in the back of the chair and were pressed up against my dad’s young back over his t-shirt.

“Oh come on, that’s gotta be a party foul!” Said my dad pretending to be grossed out to have his former junk pressed against him.

“Oh yeah? Then why do you like it so much?” I asked in a sultry deep voice and extended a hand down to fondled my dad’s growing erection through his basketball shorts.

“What are you doing?!” Asked my dad after a second too long of letting me touch him.

“Oh come on, I just wanna know what my junk feels like from the third person,” I said taking a step back, “You can feel yours too.”

Dad’s eyes went to my dick and balls. He slowly extended his hands towards them. He finally wrapped on hand around my penis and put his other palm under my balls. He couldn’t help but let out a moan that surprised us both. He stood up from the chair while still holding my junk and looked down at his boner-tented basketball shorts as if giving me permission to fondle him as well. I grinned and pulled his shorts and briefs down, grabbing his junk. He squirmed out of pleasure. What a sight, my dad being a shy gay boy and me mentoring him through his first gay experience.

We spent the whole month screwing around whenever I wasn’t in class. I finally told dad that I was gay before the swap and admitted to reading his log. He told me that he was gonna miss being gay and having these experiences with someone he loves and trusts when he swapped back into his body. I told him that he should finally get back into dating women because I want to see him happy.

After the month ended and we swapped back, dad went to his room to ‘finally bust a nut to a woman again.’ He didn’t have anyone over so he must’ve been talking about porn. I told him to go for it and put a smile on but my stomach fell. I missed our little secret relationship already.

After about twenty minutes my dad came out of his bedroom naked and flaccid and quite frankly looking frustrated. “Uh son can you come here for a minute,” he asked.

“What’s up,” I asked confused.

Without warning, he put his hands down the back of my shorts and started groping my butt cheeks over my tighty whities. I wasn’t complaining.

“Damn it!” He said as his cock grew from flaccid to full mast. “That damned company turned me gay.”

“Well, that’s not strictly a bad thing..” I pitched, “..they might have to pay us a settlement on top of the two million. And besides, I think I could take your mind off of your lady troubles…”

I knew I was gay since I saw Tommy Dawson in the locker room changing for gym class in eighth grade and I noticed he had a rather big dick. I got hard immediately and sucked off to a bathroom stall before I became fodder for the bully brigade.

I felt the same way around dad when he stripped down to just his shorts and a smile in the boat. I knew I couldn’t keep the facade up forever and being alone with him in a boat with next to nothing on was just daring fate.

So I agreed because he is my dad, but I hedged my bet. I told him I’d go but I get to bring a buddy. His eyes widened but acquiesced once I told him I wanted to bring my bestie, Greg. He’s been my rock through high school and more importantly he knew how I felt about these fishing trips. I told him after I came out to him after sharing wine coolers one Saturday night. He may not look it, all bookish and smart, but his strong arms are my comfort zone when I feel down.

We aren’t boyfriends, but I can always rely on him to make me feel better about things.

Dad agreed but only after telling me he was bringing a buddy from work then as well. He didn’t go into who it was, just that it was someone who had been asking him to come along for a while now. I didn’t care as I would have Greg there to be my shield against my internal demons.

On the Friday morning we were heading out, Greg showed up at my apartment with a goofy grin and even goofier hat as he packed his fishing rod and snacks for a weekend into my jeep. We headed off to meet Dad at the camp site on grampa’s lake front in the middle of fucking nowhere.

An hour later and we were pulling in beside Dad’s red dusty Ford F150 outside the cabin. As we started to unload Dad came outside to meet us. No shirt with his furry chest gleaming in the early summer sun. I tried not to stare and turned my head to his left and saw something even more treacherous; a bare chested guy who could model for a bad cops calendar. Jesus Christ, I was in trouble here!!

As Dad grabbed some gear from my jeep, he introduced us to Bryce, a coworker of his. Right then I was rethinking my choice of employment. I shook his firm grip and greeted him only to be met with a low grumble of a hello and a nice to meet the son I’d heard so much about. I chubbed up immediately.

We headed inside and as Greg and I headed into our bedroom, I collapsed across our double bed and bemoaned about how I was going to survive this weekend. Greg suggested I just come out to my dad, but I replied back that I would probably end up as a fishing accidental drowning and that would be the end of me. I mean, come on, you saw how masculine he and mister muscles looked. You think they want to be around a fag?

Greg just looked at me and gave me a hug and said that I was stronger than this and helped me put away my clothes.

When we came back out, Dad was putting away some bottles of beer into the fridge and Bryce was sitting at the table going through his tackle box, probably for the fourth time today.

Dad looked up and said that he waited until I got here for me to help put the boat into the lake. Then he clapped his hands and said it was time. If we got it in now, we may be able to take a quick ride before sunset on the lake.

Greg and I helped guide dad as he backed the boat down to the launch site and slowly released the craft from its trailer after it was backed into the lake. Bryce stepped in and applied his muscles to help release it while I guided it over to the pier grampa but behind the cabin. As I steered it I realized that all the years coming up here with Dad had given me some skills.

Fifteen minutes later dad had parked his truck again and the guys were gathered around boat to take our inaugural ride on the lake. As I looked around at the big beautiful body of water I was reminded of the many trips dad and I had made up year. Never caught a lot of fish but then I never claimed to be a fisherman. Truth be told, I would be more at home looking at a tv or a tablet watching a show with naked fishermen fucking each other. Oops, better not go down that rabbit hole!

I focused instead on dad’s prelaunch checklist. Safety measures all in place? Check. Spare gas can in the tool box area? Check. No exposed wires? Check. Everyone ready? Double check!

The ride around the lake was quite relaxing as I took in familiar sites. The big rocks along the east shore that looked like people. The hill with the two tall spruce trees that leaned towards each other. The pool along the shore that was deceptively cold and deep. The little island in the center that held only bugs and a metal box with three matchbox cars in it. Definitely a ride into my past but it helped me keep my mind off my dad, who seems to keep getting attractive every year and his friend who’d I’d let teach me how to be the ultimate bad boy.

We got back to the cabin as the sun was setting and secured the boat before heading in for dinner. Bryce whipped up some tasty hamburger and potatoes dish that was polished off before we rose from the table.

I volunteered to do up the dishes to keep me from being too exposed with my constant hardon from seeing Bryce’s sexy smile as he placed his arm around both my dad and Greg as they headed to the porch to sit.

I did a slow cleaning as I cleared my head from the bad thoughts surrounding dad’s friend. I was usually just clearing my head from dad and his attractive body, but this trip was going to be twice the battle. Before I joined them in the porch, I slipped into the bathroom and jerked off a rather full load in hopes of allaying my obvious desire for them. It worked, sort of…

As I stepped outside there was a bit of scuttling as room was being made for me. There was only two chairs so I grabbed a seat on the floor by dad’s feet. Greg was already leaning against Bryce’s legs and I just thought that he was rather bold. Then I was cursing him for getting first contact.

We sat like that as dad recounted past adventures he and I had made, even retelling how we had buried the treasure chest on the little island when I was twelve.

When Bryce asked if it was always this quiet up here, dad explained that grampa owned the entire lake and a good bit of the grounds beyond it. Wanted to have a sanctuary to be able to escape to. Then Bryce added that we could all go butt naked then and nobody would be any wiser!

I swallowed a hard gulp as the guys laughed and then Dad said that the fish would protest to see your ugly ass naked though. After that the mood shifted to a quieter setting and not long after we were heading to bed. Dad and Bryce had the master bedroom while Greg and I shared the secondary unit.

Once in bed, I was going to ask Greg how he managed to be leaning against those amazing strong hairy legs but I fell asleep before I realized just how tired I was.

I woke with a serious need to pee so I slid out of bed with a singular focus in my mind. So much so that I didn’t realize that I was the only one in my bed. After relieving myself, I slowly walked back to the bedroom but was stopped by noises emanating from the other bedroom. Curious, I stepped closer to the door to investigate.

Figuring I would hear the secret discussions of my dad and Bryce, I was surprised to hear Greg’s voice with them, urging them to fuck him like the bitch he was.

What? Did I hear that right? I heard Greg grunting again as the bed was squeaking under them. I heard Bryce’s gravelly voice saying something about taking all his fucking cock up his ass you little slut.

A quick thought back and I realized that Greg wasn’t in bed when I woke up and so I slid to the doorway. I watched Greg get his ass drilled by my dad’s sexy as fuck masculine friend while dad himself sat up at the headboard forcing Greg face first into his crotch.

What the fuck? Dad was getting head, no he was actually fucking Greg’s face and I had no idea he even swung this way? He just held Greg by the back of the head as lifted his hips and drive his cock in and out of my friend’s mouth mercilessly.

As Bryce drove his dick up Greg’s Hershey Highway he commented to dad that he was hoping for a bit of this. Especially after the way we tore up that fruit at the gym. Man he couldn’t get enough of my beast. He practically backed onto your cock as he swallowed me wholly to my balls. Fuck I love having fags go down on me. It’s like a badge of honor for them to swallow every fucking inch!

Meanwhile dad was burying his stuff cock down Greg’s greedy throat repeatedly as he started grunting. Bryce just laughed as he said that dad wasn’t going to last long. I know those grunts!!

Dad’s hairy legs started shaking as he threw his head back against the headboard and began to moan louder as Greg loudly made sucking noises in his lap. Bryce grabbed Greg around the hips and began a swift deep penetration of his now opened back end as he joined dad’s pleasure call.

As the two men began their symphony of sexual excess, it rose to a crescendo until dad moaned a fervid ‘FUCK’ as he grabbed Greg’s head and held him down on his unit. Seeing this spurred Bryce to drive deep into Greg’s insides as he actually howled while unloading up my friend’s ass.

I fucking came in my shorts just watching this before disappearing back into the shadows and then into the bathroom again. I tried to clean up as best as I could but a load that big wasn’t going away easily. I fluffed my T-shirt to hide anything as I made my way back to the bedroom. On my way there I ran into a very surprised Greg. He said he was kinda hungry and went to the kitchen to get a bite.

Really, I thought. So I asked him if he found anything and he replied he grabbed something that filled the hole in his belly, then he laughed.

Saturday on the lake turned out to be a very tense situation. Dad and Bryce were tiptoeing around me like they were trying to keep a secret. Meanwhile Greg made every effort to touch them and make innuendos while drinking from his bottle of coke or eating one of his bananas. It was amusing to see them uncomfortable for a change.

When we got to the little island I offered to show Greg where I buried my secret treasure. As we neared the spot we were out of earshot from dad and Bryce. I told him I knew about last night. I didn’t realize he was also gay, but I should’ve known by how good he was at dealing with my emotions.

He just stared at me with a grin in his face and he asked me if I was mad. I gave him a stern look and then said I spunked my shorts watching. He giggled as he told me that they were afraid I might wake you because they were such rough fuckers, but I guess they were nothing compared to your bladder!

Then I asked the question I was curious about, was my dad as rough a fucker as I figured? Greg just looked at me and said he didn’t know. I only got to blow his big dick last night. He is very tasty though. Bigger than Coach Barton and he damn near made me silent for a week in our junior year when I figured out a way to get that A without attending class. Think that bitch Chrissy was blowing him the class before . He would fuck my mouth like a trooper without risk of coming too soon.

The rest of the trip that day Greg sat next to dad in the boat and made multiple grabs at his equipment while I was fishing off the other side of the boat. I could feel the vibrations when Greg made contact and dad reacted. It was hard not to laugh.

That night as I cleaned up dinner dishes, I knew Greg was going for broke. When I made it back out to the porch, only Bryce was there. I asked where dad and Greg were and he said that dad wanted to show him the perfect spot to watch the stars. I asked why Bryce didn’t go and he said he wasn’t much for astronomy. I bet, he was probably told to stay here and keep me here as well.

A short while later, I heard a howling like a coyote, but I knew they weren’t indigenous. It was Greg. His way of letting me know that someone just seeded his hole. Bryce gave me a toothy grin as he said he was going to go take a shower before everyone got back. I thought of a load of cum being washed down the drain and sighed. I was the friend’s kid, so I was definitely not on the menu.

That night I woke again to go pee and surprise, the bed was empty again. As I slid past Dad’s bedroom door, I saw something I’d only heard about until then. Dad was lying on his back with Greg on top of him. They were kissing as dad was fucking him. Then Bryce lay down atop of Greg and he started kissing his neck as well.

Suddenly Greg’s face went pale as Bryce sucked onto his ear. I risked exposure to see what was going on. Bryce was fucking Greg too. Both he and my dad were fucking him at the same time. I didn’t think an asshole could stretch that farm, but here it was happening.

Dad grinned up at Bryce as they gave my friend a double dicking. I could see their hips pumping at their own rates, every so often they would coincide as they both buried their cocks up his ass simultaneously. Greg was grunting with all the excess sensations flooding his lower half.

To keep him quiet, dad went back to kissing him while he and Bryce split his ass wide open. At some point Greg wrapped his arms around dad and hugged him while he was being DPed and began grunting again, this time in pleasure instead of pain.

I watched my buddy go into a blissful state just before he raised his head and groaned. I actually saw cum squirt out between his and dad’s sweaty chests.

When the cum hit dad on the chin it must’ve triggered a cascade as he wrapped his arms around Greg and grunted like he was having a heart attack. Bryce was right there with him as hunched his back and drove his hips deep into Greg’s ass and froze in place. I could only imagine the warm flood invading my buddy’s ass right then. All I could do was to commit this scene to memory and then slink off to the bathroom to cum my load as well.

That fishing trip changed things in my life. My best friend Greg turned out to be gay as well. We now had much more adventures together. We made out a couple times, but it was only because he wanted to compare me and my dad’s fucking.

Also, I no longer dreaded going to the lake. I just made sure Greg went with me and suddenly the focus was off me. Who knows, I might even come out now.

Better With Brandon

When my son Brandon came out, I never imagined we’d fuck. And it was even wilder to think that this young man would be the one to fuck me. But here we are.

It happened on a normal Sunday afternoon, the two of us on the couch watching football. We were relaxed, comfortable.

I had no problem with him commenting on the players as much as the plays. He had told me he was gay years ago, which didn’t surprise me at all. I even confided in him that I’d played around with some dudes in the year before I met his mother. I mean, anyone should be able to appreciate a pretty face, regardless of the anatomy attached to it.

So Brandon and I were sprawled on the couch, post-gym, in sweatpants and T-shirts, beers cracked open, with nowhere else to be.

I reached for my beer just as Brandon started shouting wildly about a play. His shout made me look up, and I immediately wished I hadn’t. The quick sharpness of the move triggered something in neck, and I sat back into the couch with a groan.

“Ahhh, fuck.”

“What’s wrong, Dad? Your neck?”

“Yeah, that’s where it hurts. But the problem is my traps. They’re tight as fuck and pulling on everything. Happens whenever I do those weighted dips.”

Brandon stretched his arm behind me and grabbed the meat to the side of my neck. He dug into my trap and squeezed, trying to break things up.

“You gotta take it easy, old man. Go lighter when you do that shit if you refuse to fix your form.”

“Fuck you.”

“Doss this help?”

“Yeah, it does.”

I should probably schedule a real massage sometime. Deep tissue or maybe some trigger point work. But this helped in the meantime.

Brandon worked one side and then did the other.

“Better?”

“Yeah,” I turned to face him. “Better. Thanks.”

He looked at me, real serious, and then leaned in slowly.

And just like that we were kissing. Not too long, but real slow and soft. Sensual. I got a funny feeling that ran throughout my body.

When the kiss stopped, we both pulled back a little. Not too far.

“What was that for?” I asked.

“Looked like you needed it.”

“But—“

He leaned in and kissed me again, stopping my words. But you’re my son, I said in my head.

Brandon didn’t seem to care. He kept on kissing.

After a minute, I didn’t care either. It felt really nice, even though it was unexpected, and definitely strange, and probably a very bad idea.

Brandon still had his arm around my shoulder and he pulled me in close. He dropped a hand down onto my chest and let it rest on my pecs. He rubbed a little bit and then he squeezed it while he kissed me. He pinched my nipple.

“You got your chest super activated today,” he whispered. “Feels nice.”

What felt nice was his hand on my tit. He was squeezing it again, and giving me another slow, wet kiss.

Things went from there. His hands roamed my chest, my shirt came off, then his. I ran my fingers over his smooth skin while he stroked the patch of fur between my pecs.

And then he dropped his head into my lap.

Brandon yanked my sweatpants down and nuzzled me, his warm breath going through my cotton briefs. Just as things got plenty damp, he pulled them down completely and took me into his mouth.

Good God.

A slow, wet blowjob is a thing of beauty on any occasion, but it’s something else, totally wild, when it’s coupled with the thought that this is my son. This is my son on his father’s cock.

My head told me I should be uncomfortable with this, and stop it probably. But the sensation of that expert blow job overrode everything else.

Brandon pushed me down onto the couch, shifting me sideways and laying me on my back. He lifted my legs and put his head between my thighs. He tongued my balls, stroked my cock, sucked the head with his hand wrapped around my shaft at the base.

I moaned.

He pushed my legs up higher and tongued a line from my balls down to my taint, going slow and lapping long, wet lines along that ridge of nerve endings before he came to rest at my hole. His tongue swirled there for an eternity.

My hole.

I had never thought about it. It was just a place to shit. A sweaty region with too much hair.

But not to Brandon. He pulled my cheeks to the sides and ate my hole like it was a fresh, pink pussy.

I lay writhing on my back, legs in the air, while my young jock son showed me that guys could get eaten too.

If I wasn’t so naive I would have recognized this as prep. But I totally didn’t. Not really. It was a surprise when he laid his cockhead at my hole and started pushing in.

Jesus! My body winced and I snapped shut like a clam. I screwed my eyes up tight; they were wet at the edges.

“Relax, Dad. It’s gonna feel good.”

He stayed there. He was insistent. He took my cock in his hand and stroked me while he kept his cock at my pucker with constant, steady pressure until I relaxed enough to open up and start accepting him in.

I’d never had anyone inside me. Never anyone, anytime—except now, Brandon. Except my son.

He was patient but persistent, and he worked his cock slowly into me until I felt his balls touch the back of my thighs. He leaned down to kiss me and he stayed there, just like that, letting my body adjust to him.

Then he started to fuck.

He locked his eyes with mine, and he watched everything play out across my face. He was watching what he provoked, as my boy thrust his cock into his dad, going slow and smooth, with a mix of affection and the kind of goal orientation I had instilled in him from a young age.

I’d meant that goal orientation for school, for sports, for his career. But now he used that skill to take what he wanted. And it happened to be me.

My body was electrified. There were flashes of heat, waves that undulated through me, and panting little gasps that escaped when he sunk it deep and pushed against my prostate.

Brandon smiled when I came. I was firing off before I even realized it was happening. I sprayed a bunch of crazy splotches onto his smooth chest.

He laughed and kept pumping.

“Can you take a little more? I’m close.”

I nodded and watched him rut. Saw his face screw up tight as he tried to hold himself back for just a little bit longer. But he couldn’t. Fairly quickly he blasted into me, flooding his dad.

It took a few minutes for our bodies to calm down. Brandon stayed inside me, moving slowly and sliding his cock tenderly along that slicked up chute while we kissed and waited for our breathing to return to normal.

When it did, he pulled out his softening dick and sat up on the couch, pulling me under his arm. He laid my head on his sticky chest and stroked my hair while he drank his beer and we finished watching the game.

It was weird and wonderful and ill advised, and I was sure it would never happen again.

But again, I was wrong.

End Part 1. Stay tuned for Part 2!

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They would command him around the house they all shared, he cleaned and did the laundry. He would suck cocks whenever they wanted. Most of times, they would take Frankine to the woods.