Dirty Fag Mind

Carlos, on the other hand, was another story. There wasn't a wild story that didn't catch his attention and I found myself helping him and Greg out of situations that I felt Greg should've known better than to get involved in. Prime example was the fiasco involving raising Shar-peis. He was absolutely certain that these were the next dog breed to be internet cuties and decided to spend two grand apiece for a pair. Only the silly queen ended up buying two males who might've mated a lot, but we're never going to produce a litter. From my business contacts I found willing purchasers who took them off his hands at four hundred each.

They both felt kind of foolish but I couldn't stay angry at them over anything. That's why when Carlos said he found a way to help pay me back for all the help I'd given him, I was at first dubious of the success, but when he and Greg came home from their first night's venture, each with fifty bucks, I had to step back and give them credit.

Turns out that Carlos found a research lab for a skin care company that needed test subjects for their new products. They were bound by a NDA so they couldn't tell me all the details of their position, but basically they harvested steroidal compounds from animals and applied it to the skin to see the results. They varied the effects of certain diets to determine the best results with the desired outcome.

Greg and Carlos were responsible for harvesting these steroids through corporate methods and then having it applied to their bodies. As the current batch was for a thick cream called Facial, and was being tested on their cheeks. I could see the dried remains on Greg's cheek and he had a bit of a rosy glow that I didn't remember when he left to go to work.

The bottom line was that he and Carlos had passed the initial night of experimentation on multiple test subjects, designed to get a random sampling from multiple sources, supposedly to get a better generic effect on the populace. All I knew was that these two knuckleheads were milking some lab animals and then applying this mixture to their faces to see the effects. And they got paid fifty bucks to do it. And they wanted them to return for the foreseeable future on a three days a week schedule. $150 to make a face cream and apply it... sounds like a job they could handle.

I just enjoyed my three nights to myself as they went out making some spending cash. And judging by the big smile in Greg's handsome face he liked earning his extra money. Personally I couldn't see that much of a difference in their cheeks, but if these corporate guys were willing to pay them to play makeup party, who was I to question.

Three months in it was almost like it was always this way. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I would have a quiet evening until nine o'clock when they finished and came home.

It happened in June when a wrench gummed up things, a Monday night I was expecting to see Greg and kiss his handsome face, which seemed to have a constant smell about it that I couldn't define. Something in that cream, whatever it was, was very familiar. I do admire Greg for being able to keep the info a secret. I never would have thought he was able to control it, but I still didn't know what it was!

His beard stubble held the scent though and I often sensed a salty nutty taste when I kissed his cheek but nothing concrete. When he failed to get home by ten O'Clock I began to worry. He said that the boss told him that they were beginning a new line of creams aimed at niche markets called BBC. Because he and Carlos had done so well so far, they had managed to catch the attention of the big bosses and had been promoted to this new line. It also meant that they would be pulling in a hundred bucks every shift as well. I teased him saying that it sounded like they were selling big black cocks instead and he just got indignant like he had a claim in the product. I told him to have a good shift and that I looked forward to seeing his smiling face when he got home. Now an hour overdue and I was beginning to feel a bit uneasy. When eleven came and still no news, I called his phone to check on him. The phone went straight to voice mail.

I went online to his email to find out what I could. Turns out the company he works for, Big Daddy Creams, wasn't listed online, but I found an email from his boss, Chris. It simply stated what I already knew, that he was chosen to be in the BBC line for a new hemorrhoid cream and would be receiving the adjusted pay rate.

Hemorrhoid cream, well that explains his attitude with me. I still didn't like that I hadn't heard from him though. I got the address from a note he had written down and decided to go there and check on him. When I got to the dark warehouse, I saw his two year old Lexus parked in a lot, but it was stripped of parts. I went to the door but it was shut up tighter than a drum. I beat on the door to no avail before calling the cops.

Turns out that they had seen this same modus operandi worked out before. Attractive young men disappear after working for temporary research facility. The last time was six months ago on the west side of town where three college guys were taken while supposedly undercover investigating a gay bar that was suspected of underage clientele.

They took my statement and collected the car remnants with the instructions that I was to report back if I heard anything,

By the time I got home I was feeling lost. I drank a bottle of beer and before turning in,,I checked online once more. To my astonishment there was an email addresses to Greg with the body message alerting me that I was the intended recipient.

I opened it to find a short note stating that Greg would not be returning home. He had successfully completed his run on the new product line and the clients were so impressed with his abilities as well as his handsome body and face that they made an offer to purchase him as well the two others for their stable of sluts.

I was unsure of his status the first shift when we had him sucking the cocks of the clients to extract the face cream, as he was unable to stop himself from swallowing the loads, instead of having the men paint his face white, but the clients were impressed with his desire to please them. It took three cocks before we were able to finally see his face bearing a load. It was magical. In fact, everyone took another trip through his rotation. After the first week he had the highest satisfaction ratings from our regular team of sperm donors.

There was a picture here showing my baby with a recently extracted load on his smiling face while he still held the recent cock that erupted into his face.

This led to him being selected by our latest round of investors when we invited them to see our team of sluts. They were impressed by the full lips and handsome faces but this group were interested in round asses to stuff. So we had our team switch to a hemorrhoid cream and well, the clients were more than excited after sampling the sluts. They bought the whole team and had them relocated to their new African home. I hadn't worked this particular group before, but I had heard they were well known for procuring attractive white twinks for rent to the hardcore nationalists over there. They were heading to a tattoo shop to mark their new property before they fly out.

I also sold the vehicles in the lot to our local street thugs. I got fifty bucks per car and I didn't even have to deal with stripping them down. Should've seen those busy fuckers go!

Don't bother trying to trace this email or the business, as I'm sure by now you figured out that it wasn't a real one after all. The burner account I'm sending this from will be deactivated as well. You can try interpol but by the time they ever find your slut, he'll be sexually used up, wasted on the cheap local drugs, and probably carrying a variety of STDs. One last thing, Slut's final paycheck will be mailed to your address. My advice? Get on with your life and don't let your next slut go out alone.

Well we were getting pretty high on some decent ganja when the flashlights were flashed in our eyes. Shit! Standing there was officer Mackintosh and I couldn't help but think of how his name was like the apple and I couldn't stop giggling. Even when he radioed into the chief, who just happened to be my dad.

Needless to say we were hauled into county lockup as dad ran a tight precinct and the officers followed every letter of the law. That and the fact he was a fucking hard ass on them like he was on me.

Three hours later I was released to him and I could see the steam rising out of his ears. I knew I was in trouble. When he got me home he sent me to my room like I was a teenager, which technically I was, just not a minor any more. I could hear him and mom arguing downstairs for a few minutes before he stomped upstairs and threw my bedroom door open.

He told me I had fucked up big time. Because of my dumb ass, he might not get his raise because they consider family activity as part of his keeping moral turpitude requirement of his job. As such I was grounded for the next month. I went to work and came home. That was it. No movies. No shopping, and no hanging out with my buds. Especially that one.

I was really bummed but I knew better than to argue with him about this. When he got this mad I could find my ass out on the street and I didn't have a single place to go. So I just lowered my head and replied with a "yes, Sir".

This sucked big time as my buddy, Rick, and I had planned to go to this show coming to the arena. Was an amazing WWE event and had about every headliner in it. We had bought tickets for it two months ago when the show was announced and now I couldn't go.

I called Rick the next day and let him know what happened and that I couldn't go to the show. I asked if he could find someone to buy my ticket and he said he wasn't going to the event with a fucking stranger, or worse yet, one of those losers from school. I'll be over tonight to have a talk with your dad. I'm sure I could talk him into allowing you this one time pardon. I told him that he didn't see how mad dad was.

He asked when would be a good time and I said that Mom was out of town for a few days since they had a major argument over how he treated me and as such the place was just me and him. He got off his shift around five so I'd give him an hour to unwind and maybe have a drink to take the tensions from the day.

I got home at four and just headed to my room, figuring I'd stay out of the equation. I knew Rick was a smooth talker ever since he managed to convince Coach Dawson that he wasnt able to be active in gym class doing all those calisthenics and such because he'd be too busy taking care of his healthy cock instead. Sucking dick and doing squats over the coach's bulging crotch were equivalent to the exercises, weren't they?

The bastard was gifted with a golden tongue, which wrapped around more than a few cocks in our high school. Yeah, he was gay. So was I, but I could never come out with Sargent Dad watching me like a hawk. Rick also had a powerhouse full of confidence. If anyone could sweet talk dad into letting me go to the show, it would be him.

Ten after five I heard the back door slam as dad announced he was home. He'd been in a bad mood for a week before my escapade because Mom had been giving him any and her being gone just aggravated his anger more. I heard him throw an ice cube in a glass and then the familiar rattling as he uncapped his decanter of whiskey and poured himself a stiff drink.

Good. Maybe he'll mellow out a bit by the time Rick gets here. I stayed in my room and listened to him as he turned on the tv and watched the news. At a quarter after six, the front doorbell rang. Showtime!

I got quiet again as I heard him answer the door and then the mellow tones of Rick at the door. Dad gruffly informed him that I wasn't allowed to have visitors as I was grounded. Rick countered with a conciliatory agreement and then said that that was kind of why he was here. He wanted to talk to the man in charge.

There was a pause before dad replied that he'd listen for five minutes to his plea and unless it was good he was throwing him out on his skinny ass. A curt "deal" began the talk.

As they settled in the living room, I could hear Rick relate about the expensive tickets that we had already purchased for this wrestling event and talked about how excited he was to see these guys live on stage. Then he asked if Dad had ever seen a wrestling event? Dad just grunted something before Rick added that he looked a bit tired. I bet you really deal with a lot of stress as a police chief. Dad muttered that he fucking did before taking a drink.

Rick added that the glass was empty, was it the whiskey? Before dad replied I heard the stopper scrape as it was removed and more drink was added to his glass. He added that that he bet that dad was missing my mom to come do that for him.

Dad snorted and said that even if she were here she wouldn't be refilling my drink. Hell she barely notices anything about me. Rick gasped and said that he couldn't believe that. Not notice how your muscles fill out this uniform or the way the pants hug your amazing ass? Who does she think you put such an effort for?

Dad grunted as Rick continued. I bet you haven't had a chest massage in years! Then I could just imagine him behind dad's chair with his fingers massaging his chest. I know Rick has been wanting to do this for the longest time, ever since he saw Dad walking around without a shirt on. He's a fucking slut about built older guys.

I was expecting to hear dad tell him to get back to his spiel but instead I heard him groan under Rick's hands. Son of a bitch!

My buddy was scoring in his effort to sweet talk dad into letting me go.

A minute or so of silence was followed by Rick saying that he could do a better job if dad would remove that uniform shirt. It looks amazing on you but I can do so much more if my bare hands made connections.

I could hear dad taking off his shirt and a gasp from Rick as he stated that he didn't realize just how manly he looked. Then he added that he hoped he got just half as sexy as you are. Dad ate the adoration up as he took his seat again.

I heard Rick ask him to pop the guns and a low squeal confirmed that dad did it. I could hear dad moaning even more now as my friend was undoubtedly stretching his reach further across Dad's chest aiming for his crotch.

Rick added that Coach Dawson taught him how to apply just the right touch to release the tension across the stomach muscles. Dad replied that Don told him that you gave some of the best fucking head he's ever had.

Rick went silent then asked dad what he thought about that?

Dad replied that he never took someone else's word on anything. I need to make my own determination. Then I heard a rough growl of a zipper being forced open. Dad simply told Rick to get his talented mouth busy doing what I've heard you're so good at.

A lot of movement followed by a sound of something solid hitting the floor. Then a low contented sigh as the slurping sounds began. Son of a bitch, my buddy was blowing my old man.

Dad spoke and said that he needed to strip out of his uniform as it was the only clean one he had and he had to work tomorrow. Then he got out of his chair and I could hear him and Rick both stripping in the living room. Dad hollered up to me and asked if I had eaten?

I hollered down that I hadn't yet. Thought we could order pizza maybe?

Dad said that it would be much later at this point. I'm having a private discussion with your friend and if you want your plan to be released to go to the show to succeed I suggest you remain in your room.

I just said ok as I heard him reclaim his throne. Then he told Rick to get to work convincing me, bitch!

I learned from Rick later that he used every trick he knew to make my dad cum in his mouth. He licked the head while stroking him with a tight fist, he gave tight suction on just the head, licked and sucked each of Dad's heavy balls but it was when he did his deep throat work, taking my dad's thick cock all the way inside his mouth when dad went apeshit. Seems my old man loves to see a pair of longing eyes staring up at him while his cock is buried deep in the cocksucker's throat.

It was then that I heard dad start cussing, low at first then gaining volume as Rick was running his tongue on the underside of his pulsating shaft while his fingers tickled his hairy scrotum. I heard the sound of gagging as dad stood up and commandeered complete control and face fucked my buddy. He hollered something, I couldn't decipher it, but it must have meant swallow it all faggot because he was coming in my buddy's mouth.

The ruckus continued for another minute before I heard dad sit back down in his chair. I was amazed what had just happened. I'd heard that cops were busy fucking everything that moved, but I just never considered my dad as one of them. Turns out I was selling him short. As the slurping continued from what I imagined was Rick cleaning up the stray mess along with the final dribbles of semen before I heard dad tell him to raise that twink ass up and let Daddy have a gander.

Then the sound of Rick moaning wafted up the stairs. What the hell?

Dad said with an authoritative tone that this nice ass needs to be inspected for any contraband. You got anything up there you want to tell me about, boy?

A frightened voice replied with a "no, Sir". Dad then replied that he already knew that I never accept someone else's opinion. I gotta check for myself. Spread those legs, NOW!

The order barked like it had been had the desired effect as Rick fell forward away from dad but not before he wrapped his strong hairy arms around Rick's waist. I heard Dad chuckle before a steady lapping noise began. When Rick began moaning in pleasure I realized that Dad was eating out his hole. The groaning rose in pitch as Dad continued rimming my friend in our living room. After about ten minutes of this, I heard Dad tell Rick to kneel across the coffee table as it was time for him to feel what being fucked by a real man is like.

I heard a groan followed by a growl by dad telling him to relax or it's gonna fucking hurt like a battering ram, because I'm coming in, bitch!

A rapid succession of gutteral moans followed as Dad must have been rabbit punching his way into Rick's hole. I heard hand slaps against naked ass cheeks as Dad entered my buddy's ass canal. Finally I heard Dad tell Rick that he was all in. You like that baby?

Rick just made a moan as I heard Dad's sweaty chest collapse atop Rick's back. I was furiously jerking off now imagining what was happening in my living room. Might have to rename it the fucking room....

I was brought back to reality when I heard Rick cry out for Dad not to pull out. Dad told him to be a fucking man because he was going to fuck him. I could hear the wood creaking beneath them as Dad began his assault on Rick's tight ass. I knew it was tight because Dad kept moaning that it was the tightest sweetest ass he'd ever fucked. I must be bigger than Don. Am I, boy?

Rick moaned a definite yes. Much bigger Daddy!

That earned a growl from Dad as the slapping sound began as Dad started hammering Rick's backside. As his hips met the full ass cheeks another slap was made. Dad asked Rick who owned this tight ass? Rick replied with a breathy "You, Daddy"

A growl followed by the silence as Dad pulled out and made Rick turn over on his back. He slid back in Rick after placing my buddy's feet on each shoulder. I heard the kisses as Dad continued to pump my friend's ass. Rick was having his usual success. The grunting from both of them filled the air as they made love on the coffee table. I heard Rick begin to moan in a higher voice crying out that he was going to cum. He got out I'm cu... before he went silent then a loud grunting noise in a series of pulses which told me he was shooting his load. Dad followed up with a loud "I'm coming, babe, gonna fucking breed you!!! Here...It....Comes....".

The house went silent after the cacophony of the sex symphony blared from the living room. I quietly finished my own load and disposed of it in some tissues and rolled over on my bed. A few minutes later I heard feet on the steps and dad was at my door.

He informed me that he thought about it and he couldn't see wasting good money on tickets that were already purchased. In my mind I did a fist pump. Then he added that maybe I could take my mom to it. I asked why when my buddy Rick and I were going?

I hadn't seen most of my buds in quite a while since me and Jack hooked up at a Christmas party I got looked into going to. Turns out there was someone special waiting under the mistletoe. A gorgeous curly headed twink with a thing for firemen. I had just the hose for him. 😁

Since then we dated and now he spends his free time at my place, usually snuggled up against me under my covers. Boy can he suck a dick and I love how he gives this little grunt every time I poke his ass with my love prod. I can easily see myself settling down with him, even though I'm ten years older than him.

Anyway, it was nine thirty and I wanted pancakes. So after my shower and combing my hair into a controlled chaos look I headed out to IHOP and got seated. I didn't see anyone I knew, but that was okay, I was there to eat, not socialize.

As I was perusing my menu I suddenly hear this gruff voice ask me if I had my license to be ordering food in my own. I turned around to see Sean Gregory, a buddy of mine from high school. While I became a fireman, he went into law enforcement. He looked good in his uniform with that broad smile above his even broader chest with that same twinkle in his eye which told me he was up to no good.

I invited him to sit, which he quickly did and began checking out his own menu. Damn he still looked good! I would've liked to have been cavity searched by him, but now that I found Jack that was off my to-do list. We talked a bit, catching up on what was going on in each other's life.

I told him about the remodel at the firehouse and the talk about the upgrade to our trucks that was being discussed. Then we discussed the last major fire, down at the woodworking complex that took us almost two hours to finally get under control.

He just raised his eye brows as he acknowledged the work. Then he told me about the newest beat he had been assigned. They'd been getting complaints about the fags harassing the customers at various businesses but they seemed to be centered around the DIY complex on Webster Dr.

Webster? That's the locale of the Home Depot Jack works at. Funny he hadn't mentioned anything. So I asked Sean what he was doing?

He replied that at first he had gone in undercover as a normal everyday customer and checked for the signs we'd been told about. The graffiti and loiterers as well as the actual homosexual activity. It was very eye opening !!

I bet it was, I thought to myself. I asked if he had found anything? He gave me a grin before sliding his phone out of his shirt pocket. Hell, he said, before I had been there off and on for a week, I had gotten three blowjobs and two offers to ride my hog in the parking lot behind the parked trucks. And get this, the majority of it came from the employees.

What the fuck? I hadn't shared that I was seeing a guy who worked in the unloading department but I was becoming very interested in his story.

Sean then swiped his phone as he pulled up pics of guys who were busy sucking on his knob. First was a skinny guy with a big nose and a very big mouth. Next was a chubby red head who was busy holding the base of his big cock while he was licking his thick cock. But the piece de resistance was the curly headed twink who had his nose mashed against his dark brown curls. It was Jack.

I just groaned when I saw my baby with his mouth full of cop cock. Only he didn't know it was cop cock. To him it was just stud. But he shouldn't be stretching his lips around anyone's but mine. But somehow, my rod was beginning to harden as I took this in.

Sean just grinned as he said that it pays to keep in shape. You find all kinds of folks who want to climb on your frame. That last one has blown me in the restroom, an employee break room and inside a delivery truck while the driver was getting his paperwork signed. He actually caught us and ended up fucking the little slut while I came down his throat.

Heh heh, I told the captain that I hadn't actually witnessed anything, but I would continue doing patrols in the area for the time being. I made a walk through last week in uniform and you should've seen the big eyes when they saw me in uniform. Never saw so many guys run and hide! Hell, I don't mind. I love getting the admiration of my body. If the authority helps, then it goes in the win column.

I have plans today to do a stop by today. The cutie with the curls said he goes on lunch break at a quarter past noon and he wants to ride my dick for the full thirty minutes. I have a feeling he's gonna be written up for taking too long of a lunch break. Daddy here is feeling glad he had his Wheaties.

I asked him if he was still seeing that cheerleader, Brittany and he replied that he got tired of all her games. I've always been a bit bi and since having these fags paying attention to my tool, it's a lot less hassle and fucking tons cheaper.

Then he asked me if I was seeing anyone. I grinned to myself and said that I had found a special someone who never ends in surprising me. In fact I've just recently discovered I seem to have a cuckold fetish that I am now exploring. Seeing another man providing pleasure seems to be a real turn on. I suppose you run into this a lot as a cop.

Well, cops are a common fantasy source, bud, but you'd be surprised at what sort of shit we get involved in. That's kind of why I'm focusing on gays more. They seem to have it all together. Once they find someone they become settled for life. Might just see about this fellow at the Depot. Could handle a little security in my life.

Cmon man, then he showed me close up of jacks face with his cock sticking out of his mouth while his wide eyed stare begged innocence. How could you think anything bad of a face like that? My boner throbbed below the table as I saw Jack with another man's cock in his mouth, staring into the camera. I guess you're right. Bet you nutted a ton with those eyes staring back up at you.

A week afterwards, I received the nod from the owner and that night me and Chris celebrated on the town. We ended up dancing at our favorite spot as after open practice began, there wouldn't be any time for this until much later.

Monday morning, bright and early, had me in a locker room where I, along with thirty other fellows, were meeting the owner, Pete Swanson. He was surprisingly young for a team owner, as he had inherited the Champs from his dad when he passed after the unfortunate car accident. He gave us all a prepared speech about the importance of giving our all and the final roster would be determined after a two week tryout period.

Then he said something I wasn't expecting. He told us that our immediate families were allowed to come watch us practice. He said he found that guys do better with close family members cheering them on. Chris would be so stoked over this as he loves watching the Champs play.

Well needless to say the first day was brutal. They threw the lot at us to see what we could handle. Turns out we were better than they expected. Cool!! About an hour into it, Pete came onto the field and watched us from the owner's box. One of the coaches, Mitch, told me to be prepared to see him a lot. Even before his old man passed away he was watching practices on a fairly routine pattern. In fact the cameramen will sometimes show us his reaction to what you boneheads do on the jumbotron to kind of help us develop what he sees as our strengths.

To prove his point, the big screen came to life and flashed Pete's visage sitting in his box as he talked to someone on his cell phone. Well this is kind of neat, I guess.

When I got home, I told Chris about what Pete had said about family members being welcome to attend practices and he didn't stop hopping around the room for a good five minutes. I guess I knew where he was going to be for the near future.

The next day he rode in with me wearing his bright green tshirt along with his brand new Champs ball cap. Oh yeah, he was going to be noticed. Turns out he found new friends immediately with other player's family members and they actually formed a small cheering contingency half way up the stands. They were going strong when Pete arrived and he walked over to them on his way up to his box.

I thought maybe they were a bit too loud and he was going to ask them to tone it down, but to my surprise I could see him chatting with them as he shook their hands. The biggest surprise though came when I saw the bright green tshirt following Pete up to his box. Holy shit, Chris was going to join the boss in his private box!

I knew I wouldn't hear the end of this tonight as I watched them climbing the stands to the overhanging section. I got called in to run some practice snaps as they wanted us to work on our guard techniques to improve coverage for the quarterback. Fir the next hour we repeated the same snap procedures as we then rose to block any and all opponents trying to get past us. Was rather grueling but I was incredibly glad that I had spent so many days at the gym building my arms and legs.

When coach Brian called a break, I grabbed a Gatorade and walked over to see what the guys were watching on the jumbotron. Then I remembered Chris and I figured I better at least see if I could see him in it, because he would be so mad if I didn't.

As I neared I could see him sitting beside Pete in that obnoxious shirt. Actually I was kind of glad because I definitely knew which one was him. They were laughing as Chris handed him his hat and Pete signed it. Fucking A. I didn't realize how mundane that would become to me, but right now it was big shit!

The guys who were new there were just as thrilled as I was. Coach Brian came over and corralled us back into practice as the jumbotron went dark. Coach Mitch clapped me on the back as I walked past him and said that it looked like the owner took a shine to my boy. Then he gave me a sly grin and said I should keep an eye on the jumbotron as he guaranteed that we'd see more of them before the day was over. Then he jogged over to the special teams unit.

Confused I just yelled thank you to him before jogging back to my group. Time for more snaps. By the time we got to lunch, I was already as sore as I could be. Or so I thought. I headed over to see what the catering brought us when the jumbotron popped on again. I figured they were going to show us what the boss was having. At first it looked like the cameraman was pranking Pete by catching him taking a nap in his climate controlled box. He was relaxing and judging by the dirty smile on his face, must be having a rather explicit dream.

Then his eyes opened and the smile didn't disappear. Instead he grinned even wider as he looked into his lap. He was sitting there in his suit grinning and running his hand across his expensive shirt. Then the camera slowly panned out and brought more into view. In his lap was a bobbing Champs hat. Son of a bitch! Fucker was getting head! The team let up a cheer of support as the boss was getting his cock sucked on the big screen.

Then camera continued pulling back as the bright green shirt came into view. No! Not in front of everybody! There was Chris actively blowing my boss and everyone was watching. A whoop was released as Pete reached down and removed Chris's hat and put it on his own head. I saw my boss grab a hand full of Chris's strawberry blond hair and begin bouncing my baby's head in his lap.

I heard Mitch's low voice behind me say that I was a lucky man. Most of the gay men he takes up there try but can only take about half of that thick dick. Looks like your man has no gag reflex and took him all the way down.

To prove his point, Pete shoved Chris completely down into his lap forcing my baby's nose deep inside his business pants. I heard someone let out a loud whistle at that and when I looked around at the rapt audience I saw more than a few hard bulges on the field. A sudden commotion directed my eyes back to the screen as Pete was obviously crying out as he tilted his head back. He bucked his hips twice before freezing in place. The crowd grew quiet as we watched Chris raise his head from the boss's lap showing a lengthy girthy meaty mess and then my baby looked up into Pete's face before he opened his mouth and showed him a mouth full of pearly looking cum. Then he closed his mouth and then reopened it to show it was gone.

The guys went aoeshit at this. I was equally excited and hoped that no one knew it was my man who just blew the boss, but I could see Mitch talking with Brian and every so often they would look over at me.

On the screen Chris was removing his pants and leaned over a cushioned seat as he wiped the gunk off his face and smeared it over his asshole, poking his finger into nice tight ring. I could hear the guys moaning as the camera zoomed into his rosebud as his digits poked and prodded. As the fingers disappeared in and out, a more rugged hand appeared as Pete had stood up and taken the helm.

In short order the fingers were replaced by the thick cock we had just watched disgorge it's contents into my baby's mouth. Now it was back in fighting mode and was ready to bust my man's ass wide open. There was chattering on the field as Pete jockeyed behind Chris and a loud cheer went out as the boss successfully breached the opening.

I swear you could hear the cry from Chris even though the room was sound proof. We all watched Pete clasp his hands on Chris's hips and begin a steady attack rhythm. It started out slow but the boss must've realized that the guys were not working as they watched him conquer this fan, and began pounding Chris's ass like it owed him money.

As he rammed away he raised a foot into a chair arm allowing him deeper angle as he exerted his dominance over Chris. With one hand pushing Chris's face into a chair cushion he pummelled the surrendered hole with his man stick until he was ready to sign his latest piece of work and used his eight inch pen to deliver the artistic mark, a big pearly white pool filling a stretched out hole.

I made it back to my room only to find my roomie on his cell phone while jacking in his bunk. I climbed into my bunk but I got the second hand report as he remarked about the fuck the other guy was getting.

"Good head, huh?... No shit, he took you all the fucking way down? Must be a pro then cause I've seen your beast... I bet you did drown him in cum. I would've!!.... No fucking way! He offered up his ass to you too? Man I'm so jealous! You know how I love eating ass. Especially muscular hairy ass... I've no doubt you got hard again, a fucking strong wind sends your flag pole into standing mode! Did he take it like a man or a scared girl?... Oh don't give me that, we both know you've fucked everything that touches your dick... Uh huh, backed up onto your meat until you pierced the hole and then engulfed you like a bitch. Sounds like all the other sluts you've had... He clenched his hole and held you tightly inse him? Bet that was incredible. Love when I feel asses gripping my rod. Makes me shoot even harder... You did? I'm not surprised. He'll need a fucking shower before he meets up with nerdo tomorrow... Not for nerdo; him. Any guy who takes you like that deserves best treatment. Besides, he may want to visit again, hehehe... Gotta go now, I'm about to shoot off right now and I don't have an attractive daddy to take my load. See you at lunch, Dane! "

I heard him really jerk his dick hard for about a minute straight before he moaned out loud and caught his spunk in a dirty sock. Then the bastard threw it off the top bunk and it landed on the floor by my head. Asshole. I finally went to sleep when the aroma of hot cum finally died and didn't fill my nose with alpha fumes.

The next day, I met up with Dad for lunch and I noticed he was walking with a bit of a limp. I asked if he was okay and he laughed and said that it had been a while since he partied like that. Guess he wasn't as young as he once was.

We had lunch in my cafeteria so dad could see what I ate and report back to mom. It was the usual nutritious broccoli, cheese and rice that they had in fifty gallon drums I think, but still tasted fairly okay. My dorm mates joined us at the table and at one point Dane came by the table and stood behind Dad as he talked to the guys. He kept his hands on Dad's shoulders as he discussed the party that he and a few others were planning in two weeks. The whole time he massaged Dad as he eyed me to see if I was going to call him out.

When we got up to go, I watched dad sneak off to empty his tray into the trash cans and give Dane a full on kiss, thinking I couldn't see him. I knew at that point that the phone conversation I overheard last night was definitely for real.

I spent the rest of the Saturday afternoon with dad as we explored the downtown area and he got to see the shops and bars that were available off campus. He picked up a couple trinkets to take him to Mom and Mike and by then it was time for a nap before the movie night at the student union. Dad gave me a hug and said that he was completely knackered and was ready to call it a night. He then told me I should go without him as he was heading to bed early after calling mom.

I checked in at my room and found my roomie with a textbook on his bed while talking on his cell phone. If he'd put that phone away and actually studied he might not be risking getting flunked in sociology. As I changed into a fresh shirt, I heard him talking to Dane again. Surprise surprise.

"No shit, he actually blew you while you talked to his wife?... And she was touching herself while you talked?... Damn! You are a fucking God!... You made him describe your cock to her and then put him on suck duty while she masturbated with a vibrator? Awe sweet! ... You heard her cum? She a screamer? Nice!!. Gonna fuck him again tonight? Nerdo is getting ready to go see some boring movie so you better hurry or you'll be waiting til later... No shit, he told him he was going to bed? Bet he didn't tell him that you were in it already! Have fun you lucky bitch. Get some pics of him sucking your dick, he's a fucking hot Daddy. I'd like to imagine him sucking mine as well... Oh really? Well I can't wait to hear your weekend recap at the Tuesday night roundup! ".

I tried to pretend like I hadn't heard the conversation and stopped at the restroom on my way out to reduce the swelling in my balls. After flushing my load, I strolled past Dad's room on my way out as I heard Dane telling him to ride that fuck stick, Daddy. I honestly couldn't tell you anything about the movie I went to. I have a ticket stub but that is all I remember.

The next day Dad gave me a hug and slipped forty dollars into my pocket before heading back home. I felt kinda dead inside but I put up a brave face as I watched him leave. As I went back inside the dorm Dane was there to greet me. He pulled out a pair of torn up boxer briefs and handed them to me. As I looked at the shredded dark blue undies he said that my Dad left them in his bed last night. Just wanted to return them. Then he grabbed them and sniffed them before handing them back and said that they were Fred's all right.

Tuesday night I was planning on staying as far away from the dorm as I could. I did not want to hear Dane bragging about fucking my dad. Unfortunately that plan didn't work out too well. As I was heading to the library to study, my roommate came home with about seven other jock bros, including Dane. They effectively blocked me in and forced me to be part of their conversation. Dane sat on my bed as the others claimed seats to hear the tale of the great daddy fuck over the weekend.

The first he did was to unzip and pull out his dick. He smiled as he said that not everyone here is familiar with the great Dane Beast, as he palmed his sizable lump. I had not seen it myself but I had heard about it. I find that it's usually not a good idea to let bullies know that you're gay and sneaking glances at their equipment is a good way to give yourself away.

When I saw what he was palming I was speechless. It was at least eight inches and thick around. I wasn't the only one staring at it, but I did catch myself and tried to look away. Dane however did it for my benefit. He chuckled as he said that he could see a bit of my dad in me. The guys laughed as he went on and said that there was a lot more of him in my dad though. He was hard as a brick now as he described shoving his cock down through the special mattress he kept. He got more head from guys who were on the fence about themselves. Seeing my big boner sticking down over their heads usually tipped the scales in my favor. And let me tell you, Fred could handle a big dick like a pro. When I felt his moustache rubbing against crotch I knew he was going to be a fun fuck slut. And I was right!

After drowning his upturned mouth in my spunk, I withdrew through the springs and climbed down to let my new bitch see the full package. I let him rub my chest and ass before returning to my once again erect hog. He gripped it and rubbed it but I instructed him to get on his knees because I wanted to bust that ass wide open.

He gave me a wide eyed look before quickly spinning around and presenting his succulent butt for me to use. I dove in face first, licking and probing his hole with my string tongue. I heard him moan like the cheerleader squad when I took the main group behind the scoreboard. Frankly I'm amazed I didn't a get a fucking kid out of that!!

After I ate him out, I lined up my aching rod with his wet sloppy hole and while gripping his hips, I pushed forward until my head breached his hole. Then I almost immediately... Well it was like this. Then he gripped his erection with a tight fist. As he pushed his hips upward, we all watched the tight grip he had on it. Then the head broke through his fist and just as quickly the rest of his thick shaft followed suit. One second his hand was empty the next it was holding a good eight inches of cock.

The guys all groaned out loud like it was a magic trick. I had to admit it was pretty smooth. Dane continued that it was like his ass opened up to take my Excalibur. Guess that makes me the new king! Hehe. I pounded his ass for most of the night. The only time I stopped was to brag to you losers who weren't getting any action. Don't worry though, I got plenty for all of us.

I woke first the next morning and as I got ready to go shower, I rubbed my soft pecker over his lips and he licked his lips in response. I let him suck me until I shot and told him that he'd get round two tonight. He didn't stop thinking about me all day. He even kissed me at Stewart Hall Cafeteria when he thought he was not being watched. I had nine guys approach later and ask me about the hit daddy I had at my feet. Told them he'd be available later that night, for a twenty. Made enough beer money that I'm set for the rest of the semester.

Hell I even got to sweet talk his wife as he blew me. She's a total freak and had a vibrator, something she calks Big Blue, buzzing her pussy like a bee looking for nectar. She said that next they come up, she's making a point to get to meet me. She better be ready for my own personal colonoscopy test for her. The guys laughed and slapped their hands at this statement.

Some of the guys offered him their assistance but he just grinned and said he could handle things on his end. I may need you to keep her nerdy son busy tho. From what his dad says, he's a big old dick sucker just waiting to find his purpose. Is that so?

Dane turned to look at me. I blanched as I suddenly was aware of everyone staring at me. I stuttered a couple utterances and then the guys starting laughing. Hell, we figured you out last semester. We just found much better holes to satisfy our wants. But if push comes to shove we will find ways to restrain your feeble self and maybe shove a dick your way too. Binkley here will fuck anything that stands still too long so we always have a willing cadet to stifle you.

Prime example were the pretty boys from the baseball team. They knew they were attractive and pressed their advantages to get what they want. Dane Jackson was a prime example. Tall, good looking and from what I could see, a cock that strangle a horse. Word was, that he regularly used his charms to snare a host of fans, both male and female. There wasn't a week that went by that we weren't hearing about his latest conquest.It was at first quite hot. I would eventually jerk off several loads as I played his stories back in my mind. After the first few, I made a point to see the willing participants to provide an image of the victim in my head. But after the first semester I got tired of his braggadocio about being the primal sexual predator.

Fortunately I had my own classes and dalliances to keep my focused on other things. There were times when I thought Dane might be fucking my boyfriend, but at that stage in my life I wasn't ready for a relationship and boyfriends to me were more sex partners than anything else.

By midterm, the college was building up for its big recruitment drive and planned on visitations by possible future Spartans. This was aided by them putting up visitors in empty dorm rooms while they stayed. My younger brother was planning on coming here, so dad took the opportunity to spend the weekend with me instead of Mikey touring. It made sense as he was spending a lot of money for me to come here and would be twice as much next year.

Ordinarily, roommates would be good sports and take the spare dorm room for the weekend and let the little brother use their bed. My roommate, however was not to be swayed to help me out. I tried and pleaded but he refused, saying that he wasn't giving up his room for the nerd. His words.

I told Dad and he just smiled as he said that he was cool with sleeping in the spare room. He had been through four years in the army after all. I wasn't too happy but dad seemed okay and I learned a long time ago not to argue with him.

We had dinner and afterwards I showed him the sights on campus before taking him to a party being hosted in Greek row at one of the rowdier frat houses. Dad really let oose and I became the designated non drinker. Who knew that dad was such a party animal? He was popular among the frat guys as well as the jocks. I saw a plethora of coeds eagerly keeping tabs on him. Well I guess what happens on campus, stays on campus. All I knew was u wasn't telling Mom.

By the time we got back to the dorm, dad was feeling good. I assisted him to his room and wished him good night. As I got back to my room, I found Travis in there jerking off to online porn. He looked up and grinned as he asked me if my dad had a good time at the alpha chi party. From what Dane says, he was the hottest piece of fresh meat in the place. Seems everybody wanted him in bed, but no one was successful, so far.

So far?

Yeah, buddy, so far. But I think Dane is gonna take that fine Daddy ass tonight. He volunteered to let Simpson's brother sleep in his bed. I think you met him earlier when your dad was settling in. He had the top bunk over his bed. He moved in about an hour ago. Got his special mattress up there and everything. If I were a betting man, and I am, I would say that right now your dad is playing with Dane's ten inch cock. He feeds it through the hole in the mattress and lets nature take it's course. And the course is right between your Dad's bearded lips.

I went back to Dad's room but stopped when I heard his gravelly voice groaning and moaning. I was about to knock when I heard Dad tell someone to fucking breed his hole. Be the fucking stud I know you can be, motherfucker!! Yessss!!! Well dad is a big boy and can take care of himself. And obviously he was enjoying himself.

This allowed him to see that I was no different from who I was growing up, just happier now that I didn't have to keep a facade up to hide a big portion of myself from the world. He came to the understanding that this is who I am. And the distance allowed me to become more of who I am. I developed some friends who were like me, young freaks looking for a top to fuck me like the slut I am. Turns out, we shared similar tastes in men as well. None of us were into the effeminate twinks who spent most of their free time trying to make themselves pretty little things. We were guys and we wanted to bed down other guys, which usually meant older fellows who had been around the block a few times.

I ended up dating a few guys but nothing that lasted very long. Each time I swore I found the one only to have him tear my heart out. My friends were good for emotional support over a few drinks but to soothe my broken spirit I found an ally in my neighbor, Mr. Warren.

He was an older gay man, about my dad's age, who lived in the house next door to my little piece of real estate in suburbia. He talked me through a few break ups and helped me see that I was a worthy man who got screwed by one of life's assholes. We often would spend a weekend night drinking a beer on one or the other's back porch. In a way he was a surrogate dad for me and I was the son he never had.

This was my life for a few years. Work during the week and go out on the weekend, with an occasional period of dating. Throw in the phone calls home to touch base with my parents and there you had me wrapped up in a nutshell.

That was fine until I got the phone call which disrupted everything. Dad was retired and bored as fuck. Mom got tired of him being under her feet day in, day out, so she urged him to visit me. Fuck!!

I love my dad but I was so different now from when I was living in a fake reality. I wasn't ready to go back into a closet to make his version of me clean enough to meet his approval. Mr. Warren hit me with a reality check. He urged me to just be myself. He told me that he didn't see a hedonistic lifestyle that I should be ashamed of. And if he didn't approve, well, he didn't have to live it, did he?

Besides, I was probably placing him on a pedestal he didn't want to be on. He would probably enjoy letting his hair down around your friends and just being a regular guy. You might be surprised.

Turns out, he was right. Dad was cool about me and my life. I am gay. It's a part of me, but it's not the only part. Once I got comfortable about that things were a lot more relaxed. Dad got to see where I worked and met my buddies. He instantly fit in with them as they tried to get as many embarrassing stories about me out of him that they could. It was at this point that I discovered something I wish I hadn't.

My friends not only liked having dad around, the group of sexual deviants were completely attracted to him. The guys would fight over who got to sit next to him and I could swear I saw their hands going to places they shouldn't.

Now dad had been cool about my friends being gay but I couldn't expect him to put up with them hitting on him. When it was decided that they would come over for a fun in the sun party in my back yard, the last thing I was going to do was serve him up in a pair of shorts for their horny delights.

I cornered Mr. Warren about what I should do. He told me that it was a pickle. Didn't want to come across as a buzz kill, but didn't want dad to think that all we thought about was having sex. Then he suggested he could play a chaperone role for me. While I kept an eye on the guys, he would be more than glad to keep my dad company. I thought about it for a moment, then I saw in my mind the group of us running around the backyard in skimpy swimsuits while dad and Mr. W. sat on the back porch with cold beers. I could see things going in a safe and nonsexual way. Yes that would work.

Saturday saw everyone at my place wearing next to nothing while we all enjoyed a sun filled day. My friends were all wearing just swim suits and in the case of Ronny, it was almost just dental floss. Dad and Mr. W. We're down to just shorts and I couldn't help but notice how much alike they looked. Both were beefy dudes with more hair below their heads than on it. Of course the guys all wanted to sit on Dad's lap but I strictly forbade that idea.

I got my frisbee out and we tossed it around and before I knew it, Ben had grabbed my garden hose and was spraying the guys. It was all good fun and I saw Dad and Mr. W. On the porch laughing at us being the fools.

I set up a game of jarts that I had found at a garage sale a while back and we battled to see which team could get their lethal weapons into their targets. This was great fun for all of us as we could be athletic without straining. About a half hour later I turned to ask dad if he and Mr. W. Wanted to play the winners only to find the back porch empty.

Huh. Guess they must've gone inside for something. When they still hadn't come back out after another fifteen minutes, I chose to break off and go check on them. I entered through the kitchen but didn't see them. I turned into the living room to see Dad standing by a chair while Mr. W. was kissing him while rubbing his hairy dad bod.

To say I was shocked was the understatement of the year. I don't know why, but I never thought of either of them as sexual beings. But here they were with dads arms wrapped around my neighbor's hairy body, holding him tightly as he ran his tongue all through his mouth. The two salt and pepper beards met in a flurry of lips as the two men kissed like teenagers on a hayride.

Dad pulled off from the kiss as he lowered his face to bury it in the thicket of chest hair. He moved his face through the fuzz until his nose ran over a pert nipple and his mouth opened and scooped it in for a personal suckling. As he worked the thick chest Mr. W. groaned and looked over at me standing in the doorway. He grinned like the cat who caught the bird and held Dad's head in place against his tit.He continued to grin at my discomfort as he ran his thick calloused hand over the hair covering dad's back until he reached the waistline of dad's shorts. He slid his fingers under the material as he began to feel my old man's hairy ass crack. I heard dad moan as the fingers invade his nether region and Mr. Warren slid the shorts down over dad's round ass cheeks.

Dad released the nipple from his mouth as he raised back up and kissed my neighbor again like a long lost lover. While they kissed dad stepped out of his shorts and then led Mr. W.into his bedroom. Five seconds later Mr. W's blue shorts came sailing out the door and I heard the bed squeak as the two lay down on it. I heard dad's low voice rumble a "fuck, yeah" just before a steady rhythm was pounded out by the bed springs.

I slowly approached to see the action. It was wrong on so many levels, but I couldn't stop myself from spying on dad. He was always such a straight laced man while I was growing up that I just couldn't wrap my head around him having sex, let alone gay sex.

As I peeked into my spare bedroom, I saw the two older guys combined in a sixty-nine with Mr.W. on top of my dad, humping his meaty ass into my dad's welcoming mouth. Mr. W. meanwhile was swallowing my old man's rod down to the root while prodding my dad's hungry hole with his thick middle finger. Dad's knees folded up around my neighbor's head as he came closer and closer to shooting.

As I stared at Mr. W. in the eyes, he took dad to the base once more as he twisted his finger around in dad's hole. I watched dad's balls contract and heard him moaning around the cock in his mouth. Mr. W. pulled a tight suction and his cheeks hollowed out while dad lost his control over himself and erupted into into my neighbor's mouth and throat.

He made a big production of swallowing all the cum as he tongued the dregs off the stiff member sticking up into his face. As Mr. D. got off dad, he swiveled his body around so that he was now standing over dad's lower half with his hardon throbbing in the air between them. Dad reached up and pumped the cock with his fist before looking up at Mr. W. He gasped when he saw me standing in the doorway but my neighbor just told him that he could can the histrionics. He's already watched you flood my mouth with your cum and now he's gonna see his old man take a cock up his ass like a seasoned pro. Right, Dwight?

Dad was quiet and then he raised his legs and placed his feet on Mr. W.s shoulders. "That's a good boy! Now open for Daddy!".

I saw my neighbor force the head of his uncut duck into my dad's hole. He paused briefly before grabbing his legs as he pushed his hips forward, driving his cock into the accepting hole. Dad growled out loud before he uttered his complaint for Mr. W. to fuck his ass. Fuck it hard and deep, you bastard!

For two older guys, I was truly amazed at the sheer drive they both had as they worked together to the goal of breeding my dad's hole full of cum. And they both wanted it.

Dad was curled up on his back now with the cock buried in his hairy Honeypot. "Take it, Dwight! Take every fucking thick inch, you fucking whore. Be my fuck bitch and I'll breed your hole"

Dad just moaned at the excitement of hearing this rugged man talk like that to him. His cock was hard again and as he was being ridden by this tough old man, he pounded out another load from his balls.

"I'm going to fucking flood your guts while your son watches you get used, you sexy fucker."

Dad groaned as he looked over at me with my pecker in my hand and I could see he was close to coming again. Mr. W. asked him if he was ready to shoot, because he was too. Then Dad sped up his jacking as he moaned aloud that he was going to come. As he reached the point of eruption, he let loose a holler of completion while cum shit out of his cock and coated his belly hair in jizz.

Mr. W. saw this and let out his own groan in reply as he buried his cock up dad's ass. I saw his balls congregate around Dad's opening as the stud's dick did what it was designed to do... delivered a large load of semen deep inside my dad. He shook in response to the sudden hypersensitivity his cock head experience.

Now granted, it was a hot looking thing. And the way Matt kept his body in top notch shape, it was a perfect addition to his look. As he stood before me wearing the twenty- five dollar strip of leather around his neck I at first thought it was ridiculous. Then he removed his Taylor Swift concert T-shirt and I saw how the black leather strip looked against his muscular chest and I stepped back with a renewed appreciation. He looked hot. Correction, hotter than usual.

He decided to wear his new look out that Saturday as we decided to go walking downtown and then over to Warner Park to stroll through our favorite grounds. As we passed folks many conversations stopped to admire Matt in his new outfit. I gotta say, I wasn't surprised. His muscular chiseled chest was enough to catch your eye, but that collar, that collar just completed the picture. I actually couldn't wait for my friends to see him like this. They were going to be so fucking jealous!!

As we entered the park, I saw how Matt attracted the visitors like he had done so on the downtown streets as we window shopped. Only here there were a higher percentage of gay men so this would be a testing grounds for the look. And it looked like it was a hit. As we strolled along the duck pond we caught the eyes of a group of buff black men who were enjoying a picnic of sorts. They were mostly gym rats from the looks of things as they all tended to be jacked like they were grooming to be body builders.

I could tell that catching their eyes was having a positive effect on Matt as he seemed to positively glow in the admiration of the fellows. He insisted in showing off and starting scampering from me, playfully pulling away before I caught him and earned my kiss as a reward. It was a silly game we played, but it was still fun.

Finally I caught up to him and he let me give him a big wet soul full kiss in the afternoon sun. It was great fun. Unfortunately I also felt a spasm telling me that I needed to go piss so I kissed Matt again and told him I would be right back and headed off to the restroom.

When I returned a few minutes later, I at first didn't see Matt anywhere. The tables were all empty under the nearby shelter and I didn't see his tanned frame anywhere. I cupped my mouth to give him a holler when I looked toward the pond and saw him standing there with the muscle gods talking. Figures. He found his admirers and decided to let them adore him. The guys were all admiring his smooth chest, running their hands on it as well as his back. A couple were even so bold to stroke his hair and slide down to pat his equally attractive ass cheeks. My man could be so incorrigible.

As I strolled over to the pavilion they were in, I saw that the guys noticed me and one of the more muscular guys grabbed something from his backpack and before my eyes, clipped a leash onto Matt's collar. I stopped in my tracks as I realized that this indeed completed his ensemble. I was impressed and realized that we'd need to stop somewhere and get one too.

As I got near enough to hear them talking, I heard someone say that Curtis caught himself a fine looking stray at the park today. Then a big black man stepped over to Matt and stroked his hair and said he was a good boy. Then he forcibly told Matt to sit.

I stopped in my tracks as I watched my baby drop to his knees and sit beside the ebony master.he looked up from the ground with an expectant look and smiled when Curtis stroked his soft dark curls with his broad hand.

As I approached the table, I called out to Matt to see if he was ready to to go home, thinking this would reestablish boundaries. However it had the opposite effect. The big man stood there with his leash still attached and said that I was mistaken. This is Butch. He's my new dog I found wandering the park.

I told him that he was being ridiculous as this was my boyfriend, Matt. He turned to Matt and looked him over and said that this fine beast was running free in the park. In fact I saw him running away from you like you were a horrible owner and it was only my buddies who kept me from rescuing him earlier. As soon as he was free of you, I called him over and he came to me like he found his true master.

I stroked him and told him what a good boy he was as I searched his collar for ID but there was none. I couldn't believe someone would endanger his life by letting him run free in a public park. Not to mention the leash law that the city has. I suppose I should call animal control and report him but he seems so happy with his new master. Don't ya, boy?

Matt looked up in confusion until a black hand stroked him behind his ear and a grin spread across his face. Then the muscular man turned to Matt and asked him if he wanted a treat. As Matt started to stand up, Curtis reached to his track pants and pulled out his thick dick and let it hang before Matt's astonished face. It was a good seven inches hanging down over the waist line and it was growing as it expanded to its stiff size.

Curtis told him that he could have it. He was a good boy and Daddy was proud of how well behaved he was. Then he reached out and scratched Matt behind the ear and told him to go ahead, Butch, you earned it. The group around us scooted in closer as Matt reached out held the hard member at the root before guiding the tip to his eager mouth. As Matt's lips encircled the tip a growling whoop went up as the guys all celebrated.

As the hollers raged, my husband was busy slobbering over the hard cock now front and center in his face. He was sucking his new master now encouraged by the chatter of the other guys around him. As he got a little overwhelmed by the sheer size of the cock Matt tried to pull off for a second but Curtis held the leash taut and kept him in place. He stroked Matt's head as he told him it was okay that he got a little messy. It was his first time with such a big bone. He's going to have lots of time to get used to it when he gets him home. Your brothers are going to enjoy welcoming you to the kennel.

A loud laugh said that Rufus was going to be loving having a new bitch. Ever since you sold that Puerto Rican doggy that tried to chew his way out of the compound, he's been lonely. Yes, Butch, Daddy has a spot just for you! Now take your bone all the way down so you get big and strong like Daddy likes!

Matt didn't have any choice as the leash held his mouth up against the base of the thick hardon while the shaft was buried in his mouth and throat. Curtis hunched over and rabbit punched my baby's face with his hips before standing straight and hollering a low gutteral cry as he unloaded down his sputtering throat. Cum shot out Matt's mouth around the thick shaft, but the majority of the load was swallowed into his gullet.

As Curtis regained his composure, he smiled at his buddies and told them it was time to go. If we hurry, I can still make it to Cliff's vet shop and get my new guy chipped. Then he turned to face me and asked me if there was anything I wanted to say to my former boyfriend?

I just looked at a happy Matt with cum drying in his face and just shook my head. The fellows chuckled and mentioned that I was just a fucking pussy anyway as the group led Matt to a couple SUVs parked at the front of the grounds. The last thing I saw was Matt turned to look at me, before he climbed into the grey SUV . That was the last time I saw him. I reported him missing but how could I tell the police about the details? He went down as a missing individual who probably just ran away from his reality.

I can't say I blame them for looking. My baby is fucking gorgeous, a naturally handsome brunet with dark brooding eyes and a smile that could make the pipe strip naked. Add to that a body he maintained at the gym three days a week and you have a walking wet dream right out of a porn flick.

Whenever we'd go out for dinner I would imagine all the guys who were undressing him with their eyes stealing my man into a corner where they'd make out with him while all I could do is watch him melt like butter. I had to control my desires otherwise I'd have a lump to explain and I'd rather not spoil a glamorous evening. Just the same, I'd record the hot guys on the room in my mind for a vigorous hand job session later. What can I say, I am a kinky critter.

I got the chance to visit Miami for business and I was able to talk my boss into letting me take Jake along with me. We hadn't been able to take any vacation time in the past two years and this trip was long overdue. The three day business trip was extended into a week long visit in the sun. During the first three days while I attended meetings Jake puttered around the hotel, working out in the gym and tanning by the rooftop pool.

Once my work was done we ventured out to immerse ourselves in the city's culture. We walked around the downtown area and over to the beaches where the most amazing guys were. After our first day walking the beach, Jake wanted to try out a local gym to catch the flavor. I was more afraid of catching a venereal disease.

We got a locker and stowed our stuff as we strutted into the main section to work out. Jake wanted to work on his legs so I, along with every horny man in the city, was treated to him stretching and flexing his glutes in the most provocative way possible.

And the guys noticed him. It was as if the gym shit down as he moved amongst equipment pieces with men who were more muscular and masculine than me gathering around to drink their refreshments or just wipe sweat off their brows as they watched Jake lifting weights with full bubble butt muscles.

It was intoxicating as fuck for me to see so many desirable men drooling over my man as he worked out and my mind went into overdrive picturing the studs stealing him away from me and showing him how they welcomed desirable sluts in the deep south. I was definitely going to be beating off as soon as I could get some alone time. These dark haired daddies were giving me a constant chub as we worked out.

When Jake finally completed his workout he said he wanted to try out the sauna. The signs said we needed to shower first so we headed to the showers to rinse off. When I saw that the room was a communal set up, I became aroused again. To keep things low key, I claimed a nozzle a few away from Jake so he didn't see just what a depraved slut his baby was. I mean he knew, but he didn't need a constant reminder of it.

As we washed up, one of the more courageous voyeurs from the floor joined us under the nozzles. I looked over to see him take a spot right beside Jake and as the water poured down on top of his head he looked over at my baby and smiled. Jake saw this and smiled back.

He said hello and that his name was Eduardo. Then as he scrubbed his hairy belly with some soap he asked if Jake was visiting? My man just grinned and said he was and was thoroughly enjoying the city.

Eduardo asked if he had gotten the famous Boca greeting, and thinking that he was referring to something from Boca Raton, Jake smiled and replied he hadn't.

Eduardo gasped and offered to rectify the situation and Jake, who was taken by the forwardness of Eduardo said he would be delighted to experience a Boca greeting.

Eduardo looked at me quickly with a glint in his eye as he stepped over and grasped Jake's hand before wrapping his other hand around Jake's head and brought him in for a soul draining kiss under Jake's shower head. It was then I remembered some Spanish from my high school class and recalled that Boca meant mouth.

As the stranger began to swivel his neck as he kissed my man, I could see his mouth muscles flexing as his tongue was dueling with Jake's. I heard the groaning as Jake wrestled him back trying to claim the dominant role but Eduardo had a good six inches of height on him. As the hot daddy pressed his position, I could see his string tanned arm sliding down Jake's back until he had a handful of the tight muscles ass cheeks that were on display on the floor.

The two of them broke apart in a series of suction noes as their mouths made small kisses with each other while Jake's hand slid through the forest on his new friend's chest. His hand slipped through the curls followed by Jake's handsome face with his mouth sucking tightly on a nipple it found poking out in front of him.

Eduardo released a contented sigh as he let Jake suckle his tit like an infant. After a bit his strong arms urged Jake to continue his venture down his torso until he was face to face with a seriously threatening looking uncut erection. It bobbed in front of his face as Jake settled to his knees under the shower.

Jake tentatively stuck out his tongue which was last investigating a prominent nipple only now to test the saltiness of a leaking cock. Judging from the contented moan, it met his approval as he wrapped his lips around the eager intruder and began bobbing his head under the spray.

Eduardo leaned his back against the shower wall behind him as he placed his hands on Jake's shoulders, massaging them as my man massaged his dick with his tongue. As Jake continued to suck the large member, Eduardo rubbed my baby's shoulders, then back as he bent over and reached down to feel his intended target. As Jake got heavily vested in his blowjob, Eduardo had him stand up and bend over to give him better access to his hole.

I watched with an aching cock as I saw Eduardo's fingers work their way into Jake's pink portal. As he breached the hole I heard Jake groan in excitement, feeling the long finger invade his asshole. Our new friend stood their with one hand holding Jake's head against his crotch while his other diddled the opening he was planning on wrecking with his weapon of ass destruction.

Eduardo suddenly popped his throbbing prick out of Jake's mouth and spun my baby around so that he was facing the other direction. He then lined up his saliva coated prick with the digitally stretched hole and in one fluid movement slid into Jake's ass and gripped his hips to aid in burying his bone as deep as it was willing to go.

Jake let out a howl from the surprise entry which caused two more of the lookers from the gym floor to come running. When they saw Eduardo planted up Jake's ass, they smiled and quickly ditched their gym shorts and joined him under the shower. Jake looked up at them and their rapidly expanding boners and grinned. They stepped closer and gave Jake their hips to grab as he was further hollowed out by Eduardo's cock.

As he bottomed out up Jake's ass, Eduardo gave a high five to one of the guys as the other grabbed Jake's head and directed it onto his cock now waving in his face. The groaning gave way to slurping as the guys set up a rhythm to their shower spit they were performing. Jake was now also giving the third guy a hand job while he was completely absorbed in getting his sexual freak on.

The Latino men were rapid fire speaking in Spanish as they used my man like a top notch sex toy that the gym owner had added to the shower room. The two guys in the front swapped places in Jake's mouth a couple times while the three of them kissed each other over Jake's back.

Fifteen minutes and two cum loads from me later, the fellow in Jake's mouth unloaded a lengthy burst of Spanish before blasting his load into my baby's mouth. His friend shot his load on the left side of Jake's handsome face. This triggered my man to an orgasm as I saw a quick blast spurt out of his cock and paint the second fellow's hairy leg.

The orgasm caused Jake to clench his ass which in turn tightly gripped Eduardo's pecker, which was already ready to shoot. He shouted aloud as he came, breeding my man's hole. The three guys held Jake as he struggled to stay on his feet under the hot spray of water. The four of them laughed as they took soaping each other up before finally leaving the shower.

I had a great time and the sights were a blast. Wish Andy could've been there but there was a strict no spouses rule. I think it was because they're damned cheap. I saw a lot of attractive folks, mostly the hookers who work the hotel circuit looking to score off the horny businessmen. There were some guys as well but it didn't feel right knowing Andy was just a phone call away. My compatriots, however, were not so faithful.

Every day I heard about such and such girl who could suck the chrome off a hitch or a blonde o had tits so firm she could hold drinks without a bra on. By Friday I was getting a little tired of the horn dog stories of their activities.

When I boarded the Transatlantic flight I discovered that fate had a rather cruel joke for me. My seat mate was this fellow who ticked off every fucking desire trait for me. He looked gruff, was big and muscular, had body hair like a giant teddy bear, and eyes that said he fucked whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Could picture him fucking every member of a biker gang and then having a beer to cool off.

Once we were airborne, he became a bit chatty as if he needed someone to brag to. Great. He was friendly to the stewardesses and after they moved on he confided that he heard he could get the coveted wings pin if he fucked five stewardesses on one flight. Then he smiled as he waggled his eye brows and said he had eight hours to earn them. Then he pressed his call light and asked the friendly stewardess if he could get a pillow to rest his head, as he pawed his growing bulge with his right hand. She was enamored and took a few seconds before responding that she would see to his needs.

As she scooted to the rear storage area, he grinned and told me it was like shooting fish in a barrel. When she returned, he lifted his head as she slid the pillow in place before running her manicured fingers through his exposed chest hair. He just grinned with almost glowing eyes as she disappeared to the rear of the plane.

A minute later, my seat mate arose and said it was time for number one as he headed to the lavatories at the rear of the plane. He was gone for about twenty minutes so either there was a line, or he was reinstating his membership in the mile high club. When he returned he had a glow about him as well as the smell of sex. Of course he did. He grinned and said one down, four to go.

While he was gone I had taken a moment to inventory the staff here and for such a big plane they were running in a reduced crew. There were only four attendants and one of them was a guy with a nice build but definite lisp. I wasn't going to be the one to break this news to the bruiser beside me.

Half hour later a blonde stewardess approached our row and said that Maddy had mentioned that you wanted a blanket. Will this do? Then she opened it up and placed it over my friend making sure to secure his lap well. She looked at him and asked if he was satisfied?

As she left, he chuckled and said that this was just too fucking easy as he stood and once again left for the rear of the plane. When he returned nearly forty minutes later, he was clutching a g string in his big meaty paw. He ran it under his nose before stuffing it in his carry on bag. He smiled and said he almost forgot to bring back any souvenirs.

Before I could react, the steward approached and left a note on his tray. He picked it up and his eyes got big for a second but he grabbed his unit as he reread the note. The steward walked up the aisle again and ran his soft hand over the broad shoulder as he passed, eliciting a coarse chuckle from my seat mate. "Guess it's time for number three.". Then he stood and followed him up to the front section of the plane.

He was gone only fifteen minutes but when he returned he was still stuffing his button down shirt back into his pants. He grinned as he said that he was always ready to bat for whichever team was up. That fellow had a fucking amazing ass, for a guy. But his talents lay in his mouth.

They served the inflight dinner next and I could see my friend scoping out the remaining stewardesses. After a short time he huffed and said that there was only one more. How the fuck am I going to get my wings?

I was becoming frustrated by then as I had listened to guys like him all week and now I couldn't get away from this walking set of hormones. Yet, I couldn't say anything because he scared me due to his awesome size and he also titillated my libido, wishing I was able to qualify as one of his five.

While I dwelt on that vision in my mind, the remaining stewardess approached him and asked if he would be so kind as to help her lift some boxes down in the storage area? She asked with pleading eyes but I don't think he ever saw them. Instead he stood and shoved the thing into his pants pocket and followed her to the rear of the plane.

They had cleaned up the dinner garbage before he returned in a much more relaxed mood. He sighed as he retook his seat and picked up his watered down cola. "Well I got four in one flight. Not a bad attempt, right??"

I was about to offer my condolences when then the co-captain came down the aisle from the cockpit. He stopped at our seats and said that he had received special commendations from his flight crew and they said that you've been very helpful with their duties. If you'll accompany me to front I'd like to see about rewarding you with our honorary wings pin. They're kept up front.

My seat mate stood tall with a gleam in his eye as he followed the handsome uniformed man to the front of the plane. I could hear the whispers but nothing definite. An hour later he returned with two sets of wings, one on each shoulder.

As he sat there gloating he shared that the first mate escorted him to cockpit where he and the captain took turns sucking my eight inch poker. I can see why the captain is in charge! When I first shot, I filled the captains mouth with my load. He sat and rolled it around on his tongue before swallowing it. Then the co-captain stood and bent over the control board as I fucked his tight muscular can like it needed. Good thing his pants are black as that load is going to be leaking for the rest of the flight and black hides wet spots.

They each pinned a pin on my shoulders as they kissed me like their whore. It was grand! The remaining two hours of the flight I listened to him sighing as he ran his calloused fingers over the pins. Just before we landed, he smiled and said he was going to reward the first person he fucked with one of the set of wings. That will be the perfect end to such a monumental flight.

I thought to myself that I'd like to earn a set of wings, but the thought of Andy waiting on me at the baggage carousel made me focus on what really mattered.

The airport was a fucking madhouse with people everywhere and I couldn't find Andy right away. I decided that I'd go claim my luggage and let him find me. I found the right carousel and waited for the bags to begin sliding down the ramp. Finally, the horn started and the bags were here. I swear I saw my bag several times, but it only looked like mine. Next time I'm wrapping a bright piece of green yarn or something around the handle. When my bag finally did travel by, I saw my seat mate across the carousel from me with a grin on his face as he waited to see my reaction. I guess I was his weather stone in the whole trip. I saw that the pin on his right shoulder was missing. Well damn, that guy worked fast. When he saw that I recognized his accomplishment, he gave me a look of accomplishment as he scooped up his bag and left.

While I grabbed my green suitcase and tried to get my shit together, I saw Andy coming across the airport to me. He was grinning as he hurried into my arms and kissed me. Well this was the homecoming I had been waiting on. I kissed him back and ran my hands over his shoulders in a hug. It was then my hand rubbed against a metal object on his shirt. As he hugged me back he apologized for being a little late. He had to take a wicked piss and didn't realize the flight had come in.

I just gave him a slightly sour look and said that I was going to tell you about my cocky seatmate, but I see you've met him, as I rubbed the wings on his shirt.

When I got home that day, I found Brutus in my house, just as Dad said. He was walking through my living room with a cold beer in his hands and absolutely nothing else on. His big dick was swinging like a pendulum on a clock and I suddenly thought about why they called the front of a clock a face...because Geoff was about to put his there.

I saw him do a live presentation of the video on my phone and when I realized my cock was threatening to break thru my zipper, I stepped back out of the bedroom before my fetish was discovered and put on display. I went to the living room and turned on the tv so I could cover the noise. Not the face fucking sounds, but the slapping of my hand on my erection as I jerked off.

A half hour later I was amazed to find them still at it. Only this time Geoff was squatting in a cowboy pose over the fucking horse post jutting up from the center of our bed. Brutus saw me at the door and grinned before rising to a kneeling position and begin deep dicking Geoff with his strong black fingers digging into his plump waistline.

An hour, and many squeaking bedsprings later, I heard them rising from the bed. Brutus came out of the bedroom wearing a loose fitting pair of shorts with his arm draped over Geoff's shoulder. He kissed my man as they reached the kitchen and he turned to face me. He told me to tell my dad that the debt was settled. Then as he ran his large hand over my baby's inflamed ass he added that he was inclined to let him wager again. Then he slid a finger into the wet hole as a trickle of cum poured out onto the linoleum. Geoff just groaned as he turned to face Brutus and kissed him again.

A half hour later, our guest was gone but I could see that Geoff was still thinking about him. That's when we had the talk about everything. He thought I was throwing him out but I reassured him that I still was madly in love with him. That I couldn't believe that he had gone to such great lengths to overcome his gagging issues just for me.

Then I admitted that I had an unnatural desire to watch him swallow other fellow's organs and take their loads like a porn slut. I figured that I could keep that part of me hidden but when I saw Brutus fucking your hole with that huge python of his, I went nuts. I haven't cum that hard just watching the man I love become such a slut for another man's pleasure ever. I know I could never thrill you like they do and I want you to be satisfied always.

It was then that we decided that we'd explore finding bulls to satisfy Geoff and me. It turns out that Geoff was excited having me watching him pleasure a man like he did. Only he wanted to be used like a five dollar whore. From that day on, we began looking online for a man to possibly become a regular playmate.

Things became much closer between Geoff and me as we started to talk more and open up. We had the occasional three-way fun with guys that met Geoff's desires. I tried to figure out his mindset but there was no one particular look that did it. It was more of the personality than the appearance, although having an extraordinarily long or thick dick didn't hurt... much.

Around a month later Dad, who had continued making his weekly visits, mentioned that Grandpa Martin was coming into town to spend a week. I think he was trying to find relatives to pawn him off as he really didn't get along too well with my mother's dad.

I looked at Geoff and said that we would love to have him overnight during that time as I always loved hearing him tell us tales about his adventures in the Pacific Northwest. It was decided that he'd come spend a night and he could get to know Geoff a little better as he only got to meet him once when we visited for a cousin's wedding.

We all got together his first night for a dinner and to welcome to town. Geoff didn't remember him much but I couldn't wait to hug him and feel his strong arms surround my chest. He was only 5'7" but in my mind he was always a giant. I felt like a ten year old as I felt his arms wrap me in a bear hug and his now white beard tickled my face as he gave me a kiss on the cheek. I towered over him but I still felt like I was looking up to him.

He didn't hold back either when it came to Geoff. He wrapped Geoff in a similar hug and he even kissed him too, but I couldn't see too clearly as I thought he was more on the mouth than his cheek. We sat around the dinner table as he regaled us with what he'd been up to, including building a koi pond in his back yard and growing his own patch of pumpkins for this year's Halloween harvest. I had no doubt that he'd get those huge twenty five pounders, too.

When I told him that Geoff and I were planning hosting him for one night of his stay, his face lit up like a pinball machine. He was on board with the plan. When we went home, he hugged us at the door and whispered that he couldn't wait to experience my hospitality.

On the ride home, Geoff told me that he thought my Grandpa was interesting and then he asked me if I knew that he hung thick? That cock felt like a club sandwich in his pocket as he hugged me. I could see him being a Daddy as well as a grampa!

I play punched his arm and told him that he was my PawPaw but the seed was planted in my mind. I texted Dad the next day to make sure that Wednesday night was good and he said yes and that you and Geoff made quite the impression last night.

I mentioned that he did too. Right into Geoff's right leg. There were bubbles on the screen before dad typed that he might've let slip about Geoff being a recent student of his at his deep throat academy. Your grandpa was interested in this. When I mentioned that he might be willing to give a demonstration, well, your grandpa had to leave the room. I'm pretty sure he jerked out a load.

Well this will be a bit of info I better share with Geoff. He has the right to know he was right about PawPaw wanting to do more than just talk.

That night I figured the best way to let Geoff know about things was to just let him read my texts. When he handed me my phone back his eyes were wild as he grinned. We shall see where this goes, but I'm not going to hit on your grampa. He has to make the first move.

We drove over Wednesday evening to pick up grampa in my pickup and on the way back to our place he sat between us in the cab. It was barely a mile down the road before grampa grabbed Geoff's hand and placed it in his growing crotch. He just smiled as he said he was too old to waste time trying to figure things out. I know you want this and from what Sam tells me, I definitely want it too. Hand, mouth, and ass.

As Geoff started exploring his crotch, grampa just grunted "Goddam, Sam was right about the sexy fucker being the best thing to happen to this family in years"

When we got home I grabbed grampa's suitcase as Geoff led him into our home. By the time I got inside and the door closed and locked, I turned around to see grampa sitting on the couch with his pants undone and my baby face down performing Mouth to Dick Resuscitation.

As Grampa bounced Geoff's head with his calloused hand he looked up at me."Sam said he thought you might just be wimp, but I can tell by that boner you're hiding you're a full blown cuck. Doesn't bother me. To each their own. Like I'm going to be feeding this handsome bastard as much of my pecker juice as I can while I'm here."

Grampa moaned I'm pleasure as he directed my baby onto his cock. At one point he pulled Geoff off his pulsing cock and made him tongue his large saggy nuts. They became more intensely aroused under my man's ministrations and by the time he lifted his face back up to the cock bouncing against his forehead, they glistened in the lamplight with the saliva coating from Geoff.

It was at this point that I finally saw what grampa was assaulting my boyfriend's face with. Holy geez!! I never realized just how thick a duck could get. It was literally bigger around than a pop can. I was quite impressed at Geoff's oral skills as it had to be hard to swallow a hog that girthy.

When grampa saw my face he laughed at my expression. He told me that his side of the family was blessed with some thick as fuck cocks. Too bad you didn't get my thickness with your old man's length. You could be earning some easy money in porn!

Instead, it looks like I have to receive the pleasure for all of us. And from what your father tells me, this fellow has been receiving DNA from many of the guys in this town. Time for me to add a healthy batch from my family line. Then he growled like a rabid dog as he gripped the back of Geoff's head and pushed down firmly. He was a short old man but his arms were like steel traps as he held my baby tightly against his glistening balls while they emptied into his mouth.

"God dam that was some fucking great head! Better than your MeMaw ever could give. Better than that redhead at the bar your dad took me too after I let slip I hadn't gotten any head in years. Dumbass believed me, too. Tried to get in my good graces by setting me up with the town slut. She was good and I didn't have to pay for it. Don't be a dumbass like your dad, Boy!"

Then he released Geoff's head and gave him a hand as he stood up from the floor. Grampa then stood and kissed him before sliding his polo shirt over his head revealing a hairy chest coated in fur on his magnificent dad bod. He let his pants slide to the floor and instructed Geoff to remove his shoes for him.

As my man knelt and untied his shoes, he ran his fingers through his short hair. As he finished the second shoe, he turned around and pulled Geoff face first into his ass. It was once muscular and beefy but time had given it a slight droop.

"Tongue it, bitch" was all he said as he forced Geoff into his hairy crack. In disbelief I watched my boyfriend snake his tongue out and lick along the hairlined crevice. Over and over again my boyfriend licked the canal making it a sloppy wet mess as his tongue found the rosebud yearning to be treasured. I heard grampa groan when Geoff ran his tongue first across his sensitive hole then pierced the breach and began to lick his insides.

"That's it, you little bastard, eat my fucking hole. Tongue punch my rectum and make me believe you live to serve me!". Grampa continued to act like he not only was controlling my boyfriend, but he was his owner and was doing whatever he fucking wanted. He bounced his hips as he rode Geoff's face spouting the profanity of the moment which came courtesy of the intense waves of pleasure.

As he rode my man's face he was beating his pole again to another climax which was fast approaching. As his voice rose in tone from the low gravelly bass to the excited baritone his thick pecker waved harshly under the stroking from his own right hand. At one point he reached a point if no return and he stepped off Geoff's tongue and spun around to point his thick beast at my man's face. He grunted twice before howling out loud the word 'Slut' and coating Geoff's right side of his face with cum.

There were ropes of cum slathered from his eye brow to his chin and another two shots went across the bridge of his nose. Amazingly he managed to keep from shooting him in the eye, as his load was quite voluminous.

As he calmed back down, he slowly slid his thick fingers through the mess, scooping it up and then feeding it into my baby's mouth. Grampa stood before Geoff with one hand holding his hair as the other scraped his load off the face canvas and fed the art work to my man. And Geoff was completely under the spell as he allowed him to degrade him to be his personal fuck toy. Not a partner, a fuck toy.

Just to make things more cemented in the hierarchy grampa claimed, he told Geoff to stand and kiss me. He watched with glee as I submitted as well and kissed Geoff with his load still on his face and definitely in his mouth. Then just to add another twist, I licked Geoff's sticky cheek and cleaned the remnants of Grandpa's load from his face.

When I finished kissing Geoff, I turned to see Grandpa with another hardon, ready for the next event. He sent Geoff to our bedroom to get the lube and to ditch the clothes as well. After Geoff left the room grampa gave me a smug sneer as he told me that I chose a fine slut for a boyfriend. Carry my suitcase into my room and then call your mother and let her know that I'll be staying here an extra night. Then go get us a pepperoni pizza with exactly thirty-two pepperoni slices. When it's done I want you to count them and make sure they're all there before you bring it home.

That should take you at least forty-five minutes. If not drive around until the time expires. Then you may come home and we'll all have a late dinner. Your man is going to howl like I'm murdering him when I open his ass up and I don't want you trying to interfere. Once I get inside he'll be begging never to leave it. I intend to fill it with my load then after dinner I'm going back in, to let my pecker swim in the pool of jizz. Now off you go, grandcuck, your PawPaw has work to do.

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Despite my strenuous looks and nonverbal hints that I knew something happened, nobody pulled me aside to tell me what was up. Chris just smirked for the hour or so that we stayed after I brought Mom home from her shopping therapy and Dad looked at me like he was examining a bug in a new ecosphere. And Geoff had suddenly gone stupid, just kept muttering 'come on in' and snickering to himself everytime he met Dad while walking around the house.

When I got got him in the car, Geoff just claimed up and said that he helped them do something special for me and he couldn't give away their surprise. This was maddening as hell, but I respected Geoff for keeping their trust. Besides, in a way, it was nice to see him bonding with them. I figured I would know when the time was right , but damn it was frustrating not knowing now!

Things got back to our regular lifestyle except that dad was dropping by weekly to visit with Geoff while I was still at work. Geoff was able to work from home while doing his accounting work and while I was glad for him, I was also jealous as hell. He had to go in two days for bank transactional business, but the majority of the work was maintaining balanced ledgers with the corporate accounts and damn if he wasn't accurate to the penny.

Dad said he was following up on what he and Geoff had begun and I added that this was the surprise for me? His eyes widened like I wasn't supposed to know but then he smiled and told me, 'exactly'.

It got complicated about the third week as dad started bringing his buddies as well. The secrecy was killing me but I played along. I knew what the fellows were gifted at, Hank was the carpenter who also liked cooking and Gary was an electrician who raised french bulldogs. Deke, well, Deke was gardener whose only hobby was home brewing. I just wasnt seeing any common denominator.

Things came to a head finally when Dad sent me a text with a video. He told me that it was time, now that Brutus had visited. (Brutus? I didn't even think he and Dad were buds. I was sure that Dad owed him some money or something...)

All I could remember about Brutus was that he was a hulking black guy about Dad's age and he was always trying to get me to play with his snake. I'd heard through the grapevine that he had a huge cock and while I was curious and all about the BBC thing, I had never bitten.

Dad said that he and Chris trained Geoff to overcome his gagging issues and I've been making sure the lessons took. They did. As the video Brutus sent me shows. Then I pressed play on the video. On it, I saw my baby face to cock with the legendary monster. Fuck he is hung. As Geoff ran his hand up and down the beast, he was licking it and wrapping his mouth over the end of it as he bobbed his monofocused head upon it. I watched the black behemoth disappear repeatedly into Geoff's mouth, going far enough to verify he was plunging into my man's throat. And there was no gagging. Just a determined look on my man's face as he withdrew and did it again trying to go further down the fuck spear.

About three minutes into the video, I heard Brutus start wheezing as Geoff's eyes became frantic. I could see the dark nuts contract and I knew that he was coming. Geoff stared directly into the camera as he just swallowed blast after blast of cum without sputtering or missing a drop. The video focused on my man's eyes as a lone tear drop slid down his face while he smiled around the thick black dick emptying in his mouth.

The text finished with Dad telling me that he was so proud of the effort on Geoff's part and the amazing skills he's been developing with all the different cocks I've brought over for him to practice on. He even took Hank's beer can bastard front and back like it was nothing!

The reason I'm writing you is to tell you, you're welcome! I hope you remember your old man every time you slide your pecker home in his five star throat. And to let you know that Brutus is coming by tonight to finish up the debt that I owe him. He wants to fuck Geoff's ass in his own bed and it might take a bit longer than I had hoped. This is why he'll be in your bed with his monstrosity buried up Geoff's asshole. I can't blame for wanting to take his time as that hole is amazingly tight and warm. If he ever decides to stop that numbers shit, he's got a definite surefire plan to fall back on.

After Chris released his head, Geoff was able to calm his heart rate down as he breathed regularly again. When he finished cleaning the spittle and cum of his honey's brother's dick, his father in law, Sam, helped him to his feet and gave him a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Nice job on that cock, slut, can't wait to see what you can do with this challenge," he said as he patted his bulging crotch. Geoff gulped down the water greedily as his eyes drifted down to his father in law's ample crotch. Then he followed him as he was led from the kitchen to the older man's study where he took a seat at his desk after sliding off his sweat pants and well stuffed jock strap. Somehow he didn't think too much construction was going to get done today.

Sam instructed him to strip as well before instructing him to kneel and get to know his second cock of the morning. He was in awe. It was as huge as he'd hoped it'd be and it was uncut. He'd never gotten to see a real uncut dick before and here he was not only seeing one, but holding it, smelling it, rubbing it on his face, and soon swallowing it too.

Sam chuckled as he watched Geoff pay homage to his eight inch truncheon of love. He gasped when when Geoff snuck his tongue out and traced the whole penis from ball sack to wrinkly tip. He sighed as he felt the lips compress around around the tightening cover and grunted when his sensitive head came into contact with Geoff's greedy pebbly tongue. Fuck, that first connection was still electric!!

He watched Geoff hold his erection with his grip and slowly slide the foreskin back along the corona as the precum slickened head was exposed to the room. Hell even Chris, his younger son, was mesmerized by the activity. As Geoff's extended tongue slowly licked the head clean, Sam almost let out a grunt of power but he fought the urge to display his dominance this time.

Instead he sucked in some air before urging Geoff to start at his big dangling set of balls. God he liked his balls licked and sucked. And he was going to get the full treatment today.

Geoff leaned over and while holding the thick shaft upright, he buried his mouth over the fuzzy eggs jumping between his hairy legs. Fuck that felt good to feel the urgent licking against his sensitive nuts, switching left then right before pulling a suction on them. He couldn't get both of them inside his mouth; God knows he tried.

But he could get one inside and he treated it with complete respect as he inhaled it and rolled it around upon his tongue. Sam was groaning now as the feelings were so intense he couldn't stop himself. His erection was jumping in Geoff's hand as the young man pleasured him. After a few minutes which seemed to go on for hours, he instructed Geoff to return to his training.

He'd been allowed to calm down from Chris's battering of his throat pussy and now was time to see just how much muscle memory his throat had. This cock was bigger and longer. Only an inch but when it came to stretching open holes, it could feel like the difference of the world.

Sam muttered for Geoff to remember to invite it in as his son's partner wrapped his fist around his cock and aimed the head at his mouth. He heard him say "Come on in" before he felt the full lips wrap around his flaring cock head and slide it into his mouth.

He had to admit that it felt good. As good as he remembered from his previous times with dalliances with the sluts he'd fucked before. But it was even more exciting as this was Mikey's bitch and he was freely sucking on his dick. He got so carried away that he failed to notice when his partly covered dick head slid into the tight throat and into inner workings of his mouth pussy.

He looked down and grinned as he watched Geoff's worried face getting buried into his pubes as his shaft buried itself into his son in law's throat. "Way to go, Geoff, way to go!"

He reached down and patted him on his handsome head as his boy's partner looked up and flashed a knowing wink as he reached out and gripped his hips as if he were holding on for life. He silently counted in his head as he felt the tongue sliding along the sides of his shaft until the little achiever finally stopped and pulled back out. " Very impressive, slut, a full twenty seconds. And my cock is no joke when you consider how thick it is. I think you're going to do just fine. Now get those fucking balls emptied before I blast them over your handsome face!"

As Geoff leaned back in, he wrapped his lips around the older shaft and began trying new techniques in using his lips and tongue as he kept the slippery contact between the inside of his mouth and the eight thick inches of Daddy dick. Sam smiled as he watched the monster he unleashed going to town on his hog.

After a couple minutes he looked at Chris who was busy palming his resurrected boner and instructed him to get that hole ready for use as well. His younger son smiled as he knelt face first behind the kneeling fellator and ran his tongue along the crack.

Geoff howled in surprise but Sam kept his face locked in place on his fuck stick. As Chris continued to tongue the winking hole, Geoff wriggled beneath his ministrations. It was a symphony of grunts and squeals in the den as the three men were applying their combined experiences to make the most of the moment.

When Chris had reached the point that his finger, slicked with his saliva, was easily sliding into the hole in front of his face, he raised his body and lined his pecker up with the inviting rosebud. He slid his cock across the hole a couple of times as Geoff groaned around his dad's thick cock. He gripped Geoff's hips before ramming his cock directly against the opening, meeting some resistance before giving way to his forward attack. His seven inches slid in place and Sam felt the vibrations of the growl as they made his erection tingle. It felt so amazing he couldn't stop the triggered avalanche of his orgasm and he damn near drowned Geoff in his second feeding of earned cum.

Sam looked down with pride at his son in law only to realize he was gripping Geoff's head with a death grip and chuckled at himself before loosening his hands from around Geoff's head. He lifted his head as he watched his boy now slow dicking his other son's partner. He watched for a few minutes admiring his offspring's moves before pushing Geoff face first back onto his still erect boner.

Geoff looked up in surprise as Sam told him to get used to it as he planned to do many follow ups to make sure the lessons stuck. Right now though you're just a bitch who's getting railed the Winston way. Then he shoved his hips forward and forced a gag out of Geoff as he resumed his spot in the man's throat.

The constant seesawing of father and son on each end of Geoff almost lulled him into a peaceful state of harmony as the two large cocks stuffed him fore and aft. But as the doms began to near their second orgasm, it became a battle to see who could outlast the other. Sam poked hard into Geoff's throat making him cough which caused a tightening of his sphincter around Chris's cock. He grinned as he in turn leaned across Geoff's back, reached around and twisted his nipples which surprised Geoff enough that his reaction was to scream. The vibrations jolted up the length of his dad's shaft buried in his brother in law's mouth.

Father and son locked eyes as the pumping reached a fevered state. Both were close and Chris pulled a sneak move by leaning forward over Geoff's back and latching his lips onto one of his dad's nipples and bit down as he gently sucked on it.

Sam was history as he shot his load down Geoff's throat. Geoff, who was oblivious to the action happening above him was caught by surprise by the huge cum influx into his mouth and ended up shooting his own load hands free. As he came he felt Chris's grip on his hips as the young man continued to pump into his ass, which was suddenly gripping the fat cock in it in surprising tightness causing Chris to become over sensitized and he released his load up the tightest cavity he had ever experienced. The release of Chris's load caused Geoff to have a second surprise orgasm as the load was triggered just beside his prostate. Geoff became a babbling bitch from all the sensations he was having.

When they finished, the guys just lay there in a pile in Sam's den, cum from Geoff coating everyone. They decided that a shower would be best at this point and the three headed to Sam's big walk in unit that he installed for him and the misses. Today it was discovered that three people could use it simultaneously.

As they were dressing, Sam instructed Geoff that to ensure he remains fully trained, he planned on weekly follow up sessions with him and whoever he brings over from work with him. His buddies were all guaranteed cocksmen. However, should Geoff need any refresher help, he handed him a cell number with the name Brutus. This guy will definitely keep the holes open and fully functioning, plus I owe him a hundred bucks on a bad football bet. Two times would cover it. After that it's on you.

I made the mistake of drinking with my dad at a bar while we were visiting my grandma in Phoenix. Not that I don't like my dad, but I tend to talk too much when I get drunk. And while we sat there in the dark tavern, I spilled my sexual secrets with him while he told me things about his past.

He mentioned that before he got married to my mom, he used to be fucking broads left and right. Wasn't a day that went by that a soft pair of lipsticked lips were pulling a load from my balls. And then the way the cried out when I plugged their asses. But you see, if you wanted Big Tim's pecker up your pussy, then you had to let him dip into your ass. God I love a tight hole wrapped around my cock.

And stupid me, I let it slip that my boyfriend Geoffrey was willing to suck me but he couldn't go very far or for very long before he was gagging and coughing which ended up turning me off. I of course would never hurt his feelings, but I do a lot of digital stimulation in the bathroom.

I do get excited when I get him to shoot but I'm afraid I haven't even fucked his ass yet and it's really nice and muscular. I just see him and think about the gagging and I go limp.

We commiserated over this as we continued to imbibe. In fact I had forgotten about things and when I returned home to LA my life continued on as before. Two weeks later I received a text from Dad asking if I could drive mom around to do her Saturday shopping and tea, a habit she had gotten into last summer and never stopped. I really didn't want to and asked if Chris, my younger brother could do it and dad told me that he was helping him with a project.

That figures, he always gets excused from having to do things he doesn't want to do. I agreed and told Geoffrey when I got home that I wouldn't be able to hang with him on Saturday, as was our usual plans. He said it was okay but he wanted to go out for dinner then on Sunday. That sounded like a good plan and I figured that I had everything planned away.

Wrong.

On Friday night dad called me and asked if Geoff was available to help him and Chris in the morning. A few extra things popped up and they needed a third to finish it. I replied that he wasn't very good with tools and such but dad said they needed someone who has a good head for numbers and doesn't Geoff work at a bank?

I saw their point and so did Geoff so I agreed to drop him off when I came by to pick up mom. That night I didn't sleep well, as something kept nagging in the back of my mind. The next morning we both got up early and showered together before Geoff fixed us some malt-o-meal with toast.

We arrived at my folks place and I exchanged my baby for my mother. She was looking radiant and had that visa glow which said she was about to empty dad's coffers. As we headed off to the upscale stores where I trailed behind her with my arms loaded down with the growing collection of bags.

Meanwhile, Geoff was settling in at my dad's place as he walked into the kitchen to find them eating their breakfast. Dad offered some to my honey but he politely declined.

As they finished up, Geoff looked around for some clue as to what he'd be doing but really was confused. Finally as they rose from the table he asked dad just what numbers he needed crunching? Dad chuckled and said that the numbers that he needed to focus on were 7 and 8. Then he explained that he knew about the gag issue and he and Chris were going to train him to take cocks today, all the way down. Turn him into a fucking cocksucker supreme.

You'll start on Chris's 7 inch pecker and once you get it mastered then I'm going to step in and finesse you with my uncut eight incher. Then to reward you for working so hard to overcome this issue, we're going to spit roast you and get that ass open for business. Mikey is right, it's a beauty!!

Geoff was caught off guard but when Chris dropped his trousers and took a seat at kitchen chair pulled out, he saw this as a win win. He wanted to get rid of his gag reflex and he always had a secret crush on Mike's dad even before they became an item.

He knelt before his partners little brother and held the thickening cock in his right hand. It was hot as it pulled under his grip and he leaned in to get a good sniff of the taboo territory. He rubbed the dick all over his face as he sat back and stuck his tongue out to begin his tasting lesson. As his flat tongue stuck out he slid it along the broad underside of his honey's brother's cock. He was enjoying the flavor of the salty prong as his tongue pressed against the thick tube that ran along the bottom. When he reached the top of the dick a sweet dollop of precum was awaiting him for his efforts and he greedily slurped it up before it dropped to the floor.

He did this a few more times listening to Mike's dad, Sam, tell him to make sure and get it good and slick with spit. As he reached the tip again, Sam told him to kiss the head. Make love to it with his tongue and slowly bring it inside your mouth for safe keeping,

Geoff followed the directions as he kissed the tip again and again each time his mouth loosening until his full lips were slowly surrounding the glistening tip until it eventually disappeared behind his untrained lips.

When he achieved this goal, Sam rewarded him with praise as he instructed him to slowly slide his head forward to show him what he was working with. Geoff looked up with a worried look on his face but Sam calmed him down by telling him that he trained some of the smallest mouths to take this all the way down and then unzipped showing him his own weapon of ass destruction.

Geoff was amazed at finally getting to see one of long term goals just a few feet from his face, but he did as he was instructed. He slid down Chris's rod almost four inches before he felt a tingle in his throat and he coughed.

Sam looked at it and said that was pretty good. You're definitely salvageable. Now I want you to focus on the balls in front of your face. Rub them gently without removing your mouth from the cock. That's it, Geoff! Focus on those amazing eggs as you slide your face down the pole again. Geoff stared at Chris's nuts as he began his slide again and he went until he coughed again.

Sam was right there congratulating Geoff as he made it five inches that time. That means Chris slid into your throat a little that time. See, you can do this!

Now we have to train your throat not to reject the cock coming into it. And the only way to do that is to teach it that the clock belongs in there. It wants to have its buddy over for a visit, but it's too backward to invite it in. So you have to do it for it. You need to grab that pecker at its base and say come on in, and then slide it in passed your throat's door. It might take a few tries, but were patient. Go ahead, Geoff, welcome it in.

Geoff wrapped his mitt around the throbbing cock and said come on in, cock! Then he slid his mouth forward and his nose made it to the bush for a few seconds before he gagged.

Better! Much better! Try it again!

Again Geoff invited it inside his throat and slid his face forward as his nose again was buried in pubes. This time he lasted for a full five second count before gagging.

Father and son celebrated the event by clapping high fives before Geoff gave it another try. He was getting better and his confidence bloomed accordingly. Before long Geoff was able to repeat the full inhalation of the cock in a rapid repeated motion. As Sam stood above him with his hand on Geoff's head directing to repetitively stick the whole cock into his mouth and throat, he could feel his mouth changing as he seemed to be more in control of it. He still felt the urge to vomit but he was the master of the situation now.

After a five minute onslaught of the rigid cock disappearing into his mouth, Geoff was ready for the final phase as Sam held his head in place and urged Geoff to control his desire to gag. Keep swallowing to help the feeling go away, boy, and you'll be ready for the master cock.

Geoff struggled to keep his mind focused as his throat clamped down on the thickness of his baby's brother's cock. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Sam released his head and he pulled back and got a fresh lungful of air. As Sam patted him on the back of his head, he told him he was just as amazing as he thought he'd be. Time for your treat then boy and guided Geoff's mouth down on his younger son's pecker. He told Chris that it was time for him to reward Geoff for his efforts.

Chris stood and slid his cock straight in to Geoff's mouth and as he wrapped his hands around Geoff's head, began to fuck him like one of his girlfriends. He grunted and cussed at the sensations as his balls climbed up his crotch. With a final holler, he held Geoff's head in place as he flooded it with his cum.

He told me he had wanted to visit his younger brother in Colorado and that he wanted to go via bus ride. Would be cheaper and as such he could get some great gifts for his two nephews.

Well a bus ride across town was a non winning prospect, let alone across the state and up into the mountains. But I agreed to let him plan it and we bought our eight hour ride tickets of pure delight. We started out early on a Saturday aboard a hound knock off brand that was populated by a group of what looked like retired motorcycle fanatics who decided to scare each town en masse.

The bus got quiet when we boarded and took a seat together towards the rear. Awkward didn't begin to describe how I felt, but I was going to play by Luke rules and pretend like this was the best trip I'd ever taken. All in all there were about twenty other people on board, mostly rough looking older guys sitting by themselves.

As the bus pulled out it became apparent that most of the group on there were part of a club that went on bus trips together. Not the kind you'd see on any brochures, but a travel group nevertheless. I paid them no mind as I tried to focus on my tablet or Luke as he'd stretch and nudge me that he was feeling a bit frisky. His timing was impeccable. If we were alone I'd have been all over his dad bod frame, but I felt that they might not approve and frankly I didn't want to get on their bad side.

About an hour into the ride I began to get a bit fidgety so I decided to stretch my legs and use the bathroom. I'd always wanted to try something like it out anyway. It was small but clean and I splashed some water on my face before popping back out. Only there as a big beefy guy with a beard and a wife beater on sitting in my seat.

I approached and politely said that I think he was in my seat. He looked up at me, smiled and asked me if I had a ticket for this seat? I replied that the tickets were for the bus not particular seats and he quickly gave me a reply that then he was free to sit wherever he wanted as well. And he saw this handsome fellow needing someone to talk to so he decided to reach out and meet him.

Then he advised me to take one of the many empty seats before the driver, Frank, decided that he needed to pull over and remove the disruptive passenger from the bus. There are at least ten of us on board who'd be more than willing to sign affidavits that he was justified. He raised his eye brows as he reached over and grabbed Luke's hand and placed it on his crotch to show me just where I stood in the hierarchy of this situation.

I looked around the passengers and there were a number of disapproving looks coming from the others. I could see I had no leg to stand on so I nabbed the nearest seat up the aisle. From there I could keep an eye on things while I waited for my chance to reclaim my seat with my honey.

Five minutes later my tablet was passed up to me and the fellow said that Rick said I should look at the newest pic. I grabbed it as I looked back to my old seat to see the guy sitting there with a big grin on his face. I couldn't see much of anything else so I fired up my tablet. In the pictures folders, I saw there was something added under today's date.

I opened the folder and saw Luke staring up at the camera with a thick cock sticking out of his mouth. Outraged I stood to see Luke sucking the cretan's thick cock in our seat. I then heard a voice asking Rick how that throat pussy was?

Rick replied that it was just as tight I'd hoped it'd be. And his tongue is amazing Phil! I tell you, I'm gonna be nutting before too much longer!

That's good you dirty bastard, the rest of are dying to try it out too. Having a wimpy cuck there watching you always makes things so much better.

Yeah, he must be a pencil dick based on how this cocksucker is going for my junk. He's acting like he's been starved for a man sized dick for years!

Yeah? Well wait until he sees mine then. He'll be sending up a thank you message to God then!

Things quieted down for a minute or so before Rick started grunting and I could hear him swearing lowly as he was getting close to shooting. Then his hand went out into the aisle as he gave a funny gurgling noise then I could hear a couple guys cheering him on to loading that cocksucker's mouth with Daddy sauce.

Things quieted back down for another minute before someone asked if Rick was done yet. Rick said he was and he was about to go piss. Shooting a big load always make me piss. Then a heavyset daddy stood and walked down the aisle towards the back. As he stood between me my seat, I watched Rick stand up and pull up his zipper before relinquishing his seat to the older daddy.

The older guy sat down and quickly gave me a stern look before reaching down and freeing a thick pecker from his jeans. As Rick stepped into the restroom, the daddy grabbed Luke behind the ears and directed him to his next dick to suck. I heard Luke take a big breath before his face went into his new lap. He was gagging a lot which told me just how thick the old fellow was.

Rick stepped back out of the restroom and stopped bese the show as he pushed down on Luke's head and said that he was able to take a lot more than that with mine. The fellow laughed and said it was a different show when you have the girth like mine. Rick laughed as he turned and walked down the aisle to a seat. He made sure to bump into me as passed and he gave the driver a wink and a thumbs up as he sat down.

The second guy was a commentator as he told the bus just how well this bitch was taking his cock. Commenting about how great his tongue felt as he licked his shaft from his big nuts all the way up the broad stem until his lips capped and swallowed his sticky precum. He lasted about ten minutes before he started cussing under his breath and I saw him grab Luke's head and hold him still as he fucked up from his seat and shoved his girthy beast as far down my baby's mouth he could get before he fired away. There were five shots as we all could tell as he gave a loud grunt with each one.

When he finished I heard him call out for Simon to fucking bring him a wet towel. He couldn't keep up and made a bit of a mess. A skinny thirty year old stood and said he'd bring him a towel from the restroom, which he did,

Once the older fellow was cleaned he stood and Simon was next in my seat. Simon sat quickly and just pointed at his tenting pants while snapping his fingers. I heard Luke mutter a "Yes, Sir" and I heard another zipper being opened. As Luke started sucking his third cock, Simon hollered up to Fred to turn on some music. He liked some tunes while he got his blowjob.

Next thing I knew there was some easy listening music piping through the speakers as Simon started a slow rocking motion as he fucked Luke's mouth. I caught myself singing along to some oldies and quickly stopped and looked back at my seat. Simon was bouncing Luke's head in his lap like a favored pocket pussy. He continued on for the next half hour before a bulky middle aged fellow got up and walked back to the restroom.

When he reached my old seat, he stopped and asked if Simon was about done? He'd been waiting his turn up there and he was needing some head now really bad.

Simon grinned as he said he could stop. He already came once but he guess he shouldn't be greedy with the cocksucker. You're the first stranger who ever joined in on our fun. Then he stood up and stuffed a very wet cock into his jeans before trading places with the fellow.

As Simon walked back up to seat, he slapped high fives with others while they compared their head jobs. Meanwhile the new guy pulled his cock out and forced Luke to swallow him down to his balls repeatedly while holding into the back of the seat in front of him. He was pumping his hips so forcefully that his belly making contact with Luke's face made a steady slapping sound. The bus grew quiet as everyone listened to the rough face fucking going on in row 17. In a matter of minutes there was a shout of "goddamn" and then silence.

The fellow finally sat down and gathered himself before popping up and heading back front, I rose at my chance and took my seat which was covered in splotches of cum and slobber. Luke was sitting there with a sexual satisfaction grin plastered to his slutty face. Before I got the chance to really say anything, the driver keyed his mike and said he was pulling in for a thirty minute break. Refreshments can be purchased. Just remember that the bus will be leaving in thirty minutes whether you're in it or not.

As the bus parked and the riders dismounted to grab a bite, the driver walked to the rear of the bus. When he reached out row he told me that I should be grabbing me and my boyfriend a bite as he'll need real food. While you do that, it's time for Fred to get his turn. You won't have to worry about them bothering you on the next leg as I usually pick up some flyboys heading back to camp and they will be fucking him in the back row. I guarantee you won't want to mess with them. That's why I'm getting my turn now.

As I rose to go grab us dinner, Fred helped Luke to his feet and walked him to the last row beside the bathroom. I heard him tell Luke to go ahead and strip off his pants as he wouldn't be needing them. As I disembarked, I saw Fred lifting Luke's legs onto his shoulder as he mounted my baby.

I stepped into the Wendy's and joined the line at the counter behind four strapping men in bright blue uniforms. They were all over six feet and built like brick shithouses. They were loudly laughing as they chatted with some of the passengers who were telling them about the fag who sucked dick all the way to this stop.

One of the aviators said that he needs a break then. Well just have to fuck him for the next hundred or so miles and let him breathe, hehehe.

Simon said that he bet Fred was prepping you guys a fuck bench. He usually does. If I were a betting man, he's probably giving it a trial run as we speak. They all looked out the window before one spotted me and told them the fucking cuck is line behind us. He should buy your lunch as well since you're gonna be fucking his boyfriend all the way to the next stop.

It was only fair as I had given him the same support about a year before. His strength through it urged me to be as brave. Of course it also brought a few surprise visits from other in the closet gays and self important jocks who thought I'd fall over myself to worship at their shrine. Okay, I admit, I did suck a few of the jocks but hey, I'm only human!

Now that I'm at college things are are a lot easier and I've become a lot more comfortable with the skin I'm in. Cam, too, as we're still thick as thieves. Towards the end of our first year, we decided to do something bold and daring. We talked about taking a trip or something but dad's older brother Roger told me about this new campground that had opened up on the edge of town. They were gay friendly and to entice the community, they were offering free campsites. The only proviso was that we had to sponsor a ranger to be part of our site for insurance reasons.

Now the reason Uncle Roger knew about this is that he works for the forestry department himself. So we could bring him in and basically have the campsite to ourselves. Cam was more than willing to try it out.

Dad got us a deal on an RV rental from one of his buds and all this really cost us was a few six packs and dinner for Uncle Rog.

We met up the week after we finished for the semester, I made dean's list of course. Cam and I packed enough supplies for a five day long weekend and headed out for an adventure.

The school year had been good for Cam as he had bulked up a bit in his chest and legs and he had a serious boost to his confidence. I talked about the occasional hookup I found on social media, seems there was always somebody eager to sample a nubile college freshman. After relating the cute bio major I met in English class, Cam told me about the frat guys he got involved with at his school.

He pledged and was inducted before his first month was over. He quickly found out that the guys put on a big pussy hound persona, but when push came to shove they were easy targets for a cocksmith like him. Cam has a fairly large dick and the more guys who fell under its sway just increased his personal self worth. By midterm he was actually pounding out some of the athletes on the football, basketball and baseball teams.

I just took his stories in stride. If anyone could do it, my buddy Cam was it.

When we got to the front gates of the camp, we registered with the camp system. Our reservations showed that we were under Ranger Roger Davenport and we had to wait while he was summoned to direct us to our site.

While we waited, we couldn't help but notice the hot buff guys walking around and our discussion of what we'd like to do with them was pornographic. I mostly wanted to swallow every ounce of cum in their balls while Cam was determining which needed to be rimmed well before he opened their asses for the world.

We were focused on a hairy ginger with an amazing washboard ab when a surprise knock happened on my window. The face of my favorite uncle was there smiling at me. We quickly let him in as he then guided us to a remote area of the camp. Lots of trees and shade but all that Cam saw was my uncle. He was definitely smitten. I think Roger knew it as well.

After getting settled, I showed Uncle Rog where his bunk was and we began to set up our site. We situated the camp chairs around a fire pit and situated the porch covering that folded away from the side of to the camper. Rog explained to us that he put us in a less used area to give us a bit of privacy, but In return it also meant his rounds were going to be a bit more to cover. Then he turned to Cam and suggested that maybe he could accompany him to keep things from being too lonely.

Cam just grinned and told him that he would be glad to help the forestry department.

We gathered up broken branches and such as Rog instructed us so we'd have enough of the right kind of wood so we could build a fire to sit by and maybe cook. By late afternoon I was actually feeling a bit tired and when Rog and Cam went off to do his round, I grabbed a quick nap. Was amazing in the woods!!

When I awoke refreshed, it was nearly dusk and I could hear Cam and Rog outside so I crept outside to join them. When I stepped outside I caught them by the back of the RV holding hands and I just grinned like I had caught them doing something. Rog said that they had seen some raccoons and he was showing Cam a trick he learned on how to stow food so they wouldn't get into it. Sure, I thought, but I also noticed they were still holding hands.

So Cam was into older dudes. That was okay. And he definitely could do worse than Uncle Rog. He was a bachelor and kept a good workout regimen so he still looked good. I always assumed the ladies got his attention but then again my gay genes had to come from somewhere...

After dinner we grabbed chairs around the fire and Uncle Rog instructed us on how to build and maintain a fire. He knelt by the pit as he stacked wood in a sequence and eventually lit it. The whole time he was explaining, I saw Cam ogling him from behind. He was feverishly undressing him with his mind and I could almost see his tongue sliding up Rog's ass crack. Cam started rubbing his crotch while enjoying the lesson and was sporting a full hardon in his shorts.

When Rog stopped talking and messing with the branches he turned around to get up. It was at this time that he saw my friend with his erection in full bloom and actually jutting out the left side of his shorts. Rog just froze in awe before reached to his chair to get up from the ground.

Cam grabbed his hairy arm and asked him why he'd want to do that? He looked right at home where he was and began to strike his cock in front of Rog. I saw that my uncle wasn't saying anything about this being wrong or inappropriate. Instead his eyes were locked on Cam's cock, now sparkling in the firelight from the precum leaking out the tip.

Roger just gazed at it as Cam said that he'd be glad to put it away and submit to any guy here whose dick was bigger as was the law of the sexual jungle. Is there anyone wishing to claim his title?

When no one replied he chuckled and said that he thought so. So how about the sexy ranger put those thick full lips to good use and show me what he can do with some real wood?

Roger didn't even acknowledge my presence. Instead he removed his ball cap and stretched towards Cam's chair as his quivering lips made contact with my friend's amazing cock. I heard the wet moist kiss and then saw his tongue snake out and begin to lick every exposed inch of that pecker. The more he licked, the more the precum drooled down the rod.

I watched his tongue scoop up the sweet nectar and slide it into his mouth again and again until his bushy moustache reached the tip and his lips capped the human torpedo before inhaling it into his greedy mouth.

Cam groaned aloud about this being the best fucking blowjob ever. Then after testing in the oral adulation, he grabbed Roger's head and started giving him physical signals about how he liked his head job. I saw Roger's short black hair bobbing like a sewing machine in my friends lap. Between his grunting, gagging, and slurping I could see two tracks running down Roger's face as he struggled to keep up with Cam's onslaught.

My buddy was a different guy from whom I grew up with as he told Roger what he needed to lick, suck, and how far down he needed to go or else he'd be a fucking wimp.my uncle was responding like he was being paid. Cam grabbed his open bottle of beer he'd been drinking and downed the rest, before standing and grabbing my uncle like a two dollar whore and fucking his face and throat. As he got close to shooting, he called my uncle a bevy of nasty words before pulling him into his crotch tight and howled at the treeline. I didn't need a play by play to know what was going on as he flooded my dad's older brother's mouth.

When he finished cumming he stepped back and withdrew his sloppy dick from my uncle's mouth. There was cum and spittle all over it as he sat back down in his chair. As Roger tried to get up, Cam told him that he fucking better clean that mess up. He made it with his sloppy blowjob!

Roger looked at the still throbbing dick and bent down to lick it clean. Five minutes later it was looking much cleaner, but it was still as hard as ever. As he stood I could see from the firelight that there was an equally sloppy mess all over Uncle Roger's shirt.

He turned to go inside and his erection was painfully obvious as well. He walked past Cam's chair and a hand reached out and cupped his ass cheeks. Roger squealed as Cam said that they felt like they might need a good tonguing before he split them open. What do you think, Uncle Sexy?

I didn't hear his words but his grunts were definitely audible as Cam followed my uncle into the RV. As he got yo the door, Cam turned and told me that there were going to be some amazing shooting stars tonight. I should stay out here and enjoy them. Then he went inside and closed the door.

I sat there with my jaw on my chest as I saw through the window my uncle kneeling on Cam's bed with his clothes off. I gotta admit he looked really good. And that ass was something to be jealous of. Then I saw Cam lean over and bury his handsome face between my uncle's cheeks as his tongue slid out and begin tasting his crack. I had a front row seat to my best friend eating out my uncle's ass and it was better than any porn I'd seen online. I would never have guessed that Cam had become so proficient at this but there he was tonguing and fingering away.

After a while he raised his wet face from between Roger's cheeks and puffed his chest out before resettling with his hard cock taking his tongue's place. I saw him rub some lube on the head of his glistening cock before sliding it in and along the quivering ring of my uncle's ass. When he grabbed both hips and thrust I watched the head disappear and heard my uncle call out. It sounded like a bear call.

Cam grabbed him by his chest as he pressed further up his ass. He didn't stop until his cock was fully planted in his ass. He lay across Roger's backside and held him as his hole became acclimated to the assaulting member.

The woods settled down from the sudden noise and once again my buddy began to hump his hips as he began to slowly withdraw and then push his cock back into my uncle's backside. To his credit, he was becoming quieter as he became my buddy's fuck bitch.

After a while Roger must've become loosened up as Cam kept a steady fucking motion, rocking the RV from side to side. I could hear the struts grunting along with the participants inside. At one point Cam pulled out and had Roger turn on his back before placing his hairy legs on Cam's shoulders while Cam began deep dicking him like one of his college sluts. I could see the sweat coating their bodies as they surrendered to the lust. As Cam leaned into the fuck he was throwing my uncle's legs were pushed higher and bouncing against the ceiling of the RV.

I heard my uncle cry out as his cum flew through the air coating his face and chest. Cam got a crazy glint in his face as he pumped twice hard then froze with his hips thrust deep against Rogers ass. I could hear him howl again, this time not so loudly, as he bred my uncle's hole. He held the ankles up between them as he shook and slowly calmed down. Eventually Cam lowered the legs as he lay on his side, then on his back. Roger, instead of getting up and going to his bunk, just rolled onto his left side and snuggled into Cam's sweaty chest.

I didn't look up when Ben stood from his chair but my mind heard the click from his phone being set down on the table by his chair. Perfectly normal, but my dumb ass mind said, time to see what Ben has on his phone.

As soon as I heard the shower turn on, I grabbed his phone and began snooping. I knew better. Respect privacy. But the Snoopy bitch in me was on full patrol and this was the perfect time to do it.

The first thing I checked was the messages. He had about a hundred of them going back from way before we met. Damn! Didn't he ever delete anything?

There were at least thirty different guys as they all started with the pic swaps. Some of them I knew from being on the same social media as them. As I proceeded I seemed to sense a general trend in Ben's taste of men. He liked the older daddy type when he could. He definitely got a lot more spicy in his texting with them. Put some hair on that chest and a bit of salt and pepper around the temple and Ben was ready to show his imitation of a hoover for them.

He had my old history teacher in there tempting him with an around the world tonguing. The guy who cut meats at the grocery store wanted to give him a pounding. Man I will never look at these guys the same again.

Then I came across the biggest surprise. It was from a guy named Poppy. His picture showed a fucking forest of grey chest hair just below a righteous handlebar moustache. I knew that face anywhere. It was my grandpa Jack.

The message was so out of character with my grampa that if I hadn't seen the picture I would never have guessed it was him. But there is no mistaking his pic.

The text started out flirty, like the rest of them. Ben telling him how hot he looked and grampa getting right to business demanding to see the tight hole he was going to be filling. Ben sent a pic of his cheeks spread apart while his legs were pulled up over his shoulders. Grampa growled and said that he was going to tongue fuck that pretty hole first before he stretched it wide enough for this. Then grampa sent a pic of a thick, thick cut dick with precum leaking out the tip. He must trim things way down as there was barely any bush where I would've expected a thicket of grey curls.

The conversation was continued but it was obviously a few days later and grampa talking about how glad he was that his Boo was willing to come see him. He said that he looked forward to having that hungry mouth wrapped around his cock again. Haven't felt suction like that since he was in the army. There was always sluts available, but if you wanted the best you got a fag boy and you never went wrong.

Ben remarked that his ass was still itching for a good fuck from Daddy. The story was so fucking interesting I didn't hear the shower turn off. I might've gotten caught had Ben not shut the bathroom door. It was the opening of it that alerted me to close up shop and put his phone back.

I figured I'd been caught because the phone would've been warm from me holding it, but he went to the kitchen and got himself a bowl of ice cream instead. At that point I knew I was going to need to dump a load of sperm in the worst way. I snuck up behind him and nibbled on his just cleaned ear which caused him to tell me that If I wanted that I needed to go shower too. Fair is fair. I kissed him as I snuck off to the bathroom but I couldn't keep my hands off my dick while I showered. Ended up blowing a load down the drain before I finished. Didn't stop me from lying across the bed afterwards and allowing myself to be ravaged by my baby the DILF hunter.

I decided to create some excitement and managed to set up a summer BBQ at our place and invited my parents, my brother and his family as well as grampa Jack and Ben's folks. I just told Ben that it was time that our families met each other since we seemed to be Rick solid.

On the Saturday afternoon of the event I set up to be the host with Ben in charge of drinks. My brother Mike took over grill duties as that was where he always seemed to go. We were all having fun with my nephews and niece running around enjoying the kiddy pool. The big event for me was when grampa Jack arrived. Up til then, Ben had not met my grampa face to face so when he arrived I took him over to meet my boyfriend.

The look on Ben's face was priceless. The look on grampa's was straight out of a well written gay novel. His eyes smoldered as he saw Ben, then he hugged him tight and pulled him in to be buried face first in his chest. Im not sure but I swore I heard him mutter that he was going to fuck him harder than ever.

Ben became quiet after that but made sure to keep an eye on grampa the rest of the afternoon. A little later when grampa asked where my bathroom was, I called Ben over to take grampa inside and show him. Funny, it took twenty minutes to show him that room. And when they came back out Ben was wearing a different shirt and grampa was wearing a smile.

The day ended with grampa inviting Ben and me to come help him get his yard and basement organized. I made Mom and Dad smile when I said of course we would.

That night as we sat in our chairs, I asked Ben what happened to the light blue shirt he was originally wearing? His face went pale before he admitted that it got torn when my grampa yanked it over my head. I laughed. He looked at me and accused me of knowing.

I confessed that I had seen the texts on his phone and lets face it, grampa has a very distinguished moustache. The fact that you fucked around with grampa before me actually turned me on so much I popped out several loads just thinking about it.

His face changed expression as he learned about my predilection with other men and him. He smiled as he told me that grampa didn't just yank his shirt off. He stuffed that thick duck of his down my throat as well. Fucked me like a bitch in heat until he flooded my mouth with his load. Said he plans on sending you to clean his basement while he fucks my ass again. He's gotta get some lube as he hasn't needed any since he was fucking me before.

When he saw how hard I was, Ben just grinned and told me that he couldn't believe how lucky he was. Gets the handsome man to wear to the club and the fucking animal to ride him in the sheets. You know your grampa has the biggest cock I ever fucked? My ass is twitching thinking about getting him up there again.

He then stood up and walked to the bedroom. I quickly rose to follow but was stopped at the bedroom door. Ben looked at me and said that my grampa told him not to let that little pisher of a grandson get near my hole until he says so. Says he wants my ass nice and tight like it used to be. Love ya baby, but your grampa wins this one!

When we got to grampa's place on Thursday afternoon, he met us at the door wearing only a loose fitting pair of tighty whiteys. He slid his hand into Ben's shorts and began fingering his hole as he stared at me and told me that the cuck needs to clean the dust and grime in the basement. I've already given you a box of trash bags and you can grab a cold bottle of water on your past the fridge.

Then he faced Ben and kissed him like a long lost lover and as he released his mouth he then told me that he'd call me up when he was finished fucking the hell out of my slut. Then he slipped his shorts off and directed Ben to get busy. As my baby dropped to his knees, I watched my grampa latched a big meaty paw around his head and direct him to his goal of nose against fuzz.