Dirty Fag Mind

High school was a confusing time for me. A good thing I had my buddy Eric to navigate it with or I might have ended up in a corner talking to myself and my imaginary boyfriends. Yes I am gay and figured out in eighth grade that I only learned anything in PE at the end of class in the locker room. That's when I discovered that Thomas Mellis was uncut and I kinda liked looking at it, and if I wanted to survive until I got my diploma, no one else could know about my fascination with male genitalia.

That isn't to say I didn't sneak looks at other equipment which I sealed in my memory for future wanking, I just didn't share what I had seen. Too bad because if I had known then about Eric sharing my proclivities, we could have assembled a righteous database about our classmates cocks.

In my junior year I came out to Eric who by then was my best friend. He looked at me with big eyes before blurting out those magical words... Me too!

We spent the rest of that evening talking about all the guys we had crushes on and whose dick we had gotten to see in gym class. By the time Eric had to go home we had dissected all the hot jocks, teachers, and dads we had seen in town and decided we were in sad need to get our gay asses in gear as neither of us had any experience.

We decided we needed to get someone we trusted to give us some pointers so we coul get started. The only guy we knew that we even slightly trusted was Mr. Williams, a retired librarian who always treated us like we were young adults and not some kid who was annoying him. Besides being friendly he was also hot as fuck and lived alone.

We approached him on our way to my house on Friday. He was tinkering around in his garage and we just walked up to him. He smiled that warming grin as he asked us what trouble we were up to,and I gave a quick look to assure we were alone and asked him if he'd give us some advice.

He grinned and said to buy low and sell high. Realizing he was having fun with us I said that this is kind of serious. Then I told him that we had just come out to each other and needed a guide to being out and figured he might know something about it as he was a librarian and they always know everything.

He chuckled and said that was an interesting generality but in this case you got lucky. I know a bit, not because I was a librarian, but because I am bisexual and have a bit of experience to draw from. Eric and I gave each other a surprised look before returning his smile with our own.

He then went on to tell us more of his past. He started by telling us years ago he used to, then he stopped and made us swear to keep this just between us. We of course swore to keep everything a secret and he looked at us and said that in that case, you should call me Bobby James, as all my close friends do.

It was a bit awkward to be addressing a man of authority by his first name, but he insisted on it. It was either that or Master, and neither of us were even close to being comfortable with that title. So we swore our loyalty to Bobby James and to seal it, he required a deep soul kiss. Well neither of us ever had done that before so the first order of business was for Bobby James to teach us how to soul kiss.

It was at this point that I figured out that Eric was the kind of guy that Bobby James preferred and from that point on he always seemed to give Eric a whole lot of personal attention compared to me. Almost like I was verboten to him.

He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and as this was my first kiss, I was starstruck. It was over in a few seconds but Eric was next and Bobby James was lip locked with him well over five minutes. As our new teacher began stroking Eric's hair, he moved on to rubbing his powerful hand aside his face and even across his chest before he became a bit more aggressive and gripped Eric's throat as he forced his tongue into my buddy's mouth.

I wasn't upset at him showing favoritism as I was fully hard just watching Bobby James dominate my best friend's mouth in front of us. When we had finally agreed on our loyalty, Bobby James told us with a conspiratorial grin that before he was a librarian he worked in California as a talent agent for an adult film agency. A gay adult film agency. It was his job to procure possible models and connect them with Stu, the studio head.

We just gave him big grins like this was the coolest thing ever even though we really had no idea what that all meant. He gave us a grin and asked if we had any idea what he did, and we shook out heads. He chuckled and said he picked out the best studs for the studios to film fucking. So I kind of know what's what. Of course in this white bread community that would not sit well so I stick with my librarian job.

It was my job to find the talent and make sure they could perform all the action required for the films. I taught those studs everything from deep throat to handling two dicks up their ass at the same time. It was industry standards when a guy could deliver a BJ from BJ. I still run into guys who recognize my name from older movies but I try to keep it on the down low. I mean can you imagine if your dad's found out that some of the best blowjobs in the business were responsible by my tutelage? Might not be well taken!

Well this got us both thinking and Eric just blurted out that he wanted to learn how to give a porn quality blowjob. And to take a fuck like a slut on the flicks we watch online. Bobby James just gasped and said he couldn't do that. After all you're still minors.

Eric is like a bulldog when it comes to him and his ideas. He wouldn't take no from Bobby James, and quite frankly, I don't think BJ was too keen on not teaching us, especially Eric, on how to suck dick and taking a good fucking.

He then said he guess he could train, but we would have to bring in dildos to practice on. When we turned 18, things would be different, but until then, no adult dicks and absolutely no pics. I had 7 months before I hit the magic age but as Eric was born in December, he had only 5 and a half months to go.

When we returned the following Thursday BJ had a dildo for each of us and a form which stated that we were here on our own choice and we consent to being taught by Bobby James Williams.

Once we both signed he had us unwrap our new teaching tool and get familiar with it. It was about seven inches and fit into my palm comfortably. As I felt it in my grip I looked over at Eric who was sucking on the end of it while BJ was lost in thought while watching my buddy. It wasn't hard to see the effect it was having on BJ as his pants became tighter in the crotch.

BJ decided that to start with we needed to refresh our previous lesson of Frenching and started with me again. This time went a bit longer but I could tell he wasn't feeling anything. When he released me I saw his erection had gone down as well. Then when he went to grab Eric's head, the boner reappeared as their tongues began dueling each other. This continued as each took a turn at being the aggressor until I felt myself in danger of shooting. BJ broke off the hot and heavy snogging session as he told us it was time to learn how to address a cock.

He pulled up a cream colored ten incher which was quite obviously a favorite of his as he held it up and said hello to the thick mass of plastic and rubber. For flair he flexed his wrist and it bobbed back towards him. We both laughed at this as we then followed suit.

Bobby James then had us smack our own face, on each cheek, with the rubber being. He said that we would need to be ready for anything when sucking a dick. As we swapped smacks, we actually smacked each other with our dildos and BJ told us that he wouldn't touch us before we became legal, but that didn't mean we couldn't experiment with each other.

Eric's eyes went wild as he quickly stood and yanked his pants open. His dick was mostly hard already as he grabbed the side of my head and smacked my face with his cock. Was harder than I had felt from the dildo but the sound was a more solid thwack as his cock made contact with my cheek. I was surprised at the sudden attack and just sat there as Eric did a quick left right left attack on my face. He laughed but BJ just excused himself and left to go to the bathroom.

When he returned, he said that the evenings lessons were over and if we were to take our new toys home we were to keep them well hidden as he would deny any knowledge about how either of us got them.

Was two weeks before we had our next lesson and the first thing BJ had us do was to start with our kiss exercises. He and Eric started this time and the way Eric was kissing BJ told me that he had been practicing with another human. BJ thought so too and called him on it. Eric gave a sheepish grin as his face turned dark red and he admitted he had been practicing with his cousin. He agreed to practice with him if he'd blow him in return. It wasn't really good but my cousin said I showed a lot of promise as I cleaned up the mess on my tshirt.

BJ just shook his head and said that it was a rookie mistake, but I'm glad to see you're exploring. For future reference, if you're going to suck a cock to completion then you should always swallow. The only time you let that jizz cover you is when the guy wants to see it, like when he wants to paint your face or they're making a video. Otherwise, coming inside you is the only place for his cock to unload.

Now, since you gave a blowjob, how much of his cock did you take inside your mouth, boy?

Eric was a little surprised at the way this had gone but he replied that he didn't take all of it but it was sort of like, then he pulled out his dildo and stuck it in his mouth and took about five inches inside his mouth.

BJ gave an appreciative nod and said that it wasn't bad but his boys always take the whole thing. Time to work on that skill. Then he asked me how much I could take then I showed him by inserting four inches before gagging. He just nodded and said that we were going to work on our swallowing skills. If you want to impress your boyfriend, you will need to make your lips meet his balls the hard way.

For the next half hour BJ had us do a slow repetitive fucking of our mouth with our dildos until we had a smooth glide from our mouth into our throat. Once we had achieved that, he made us swallow as much as we could and hold it in place for a standing ten count. That was harder than I thought. But with practice I could do it and actually take more than the four inches I did in the beginning.

Two weeks later, I couldn't wait to show off for BJ as I could take all seven inches. When we pulled out our dildos, I was so pumped right up until Eric took his all the way down as well. Well, duh, I should've figured he was practicing as well. But BJ was pleased so I felt good anyway. He then said that swallowing was a big part but technique was also key. Then he pulled out some porn showing guys twisting their heads as they swallowed along with some gripping the base and grinding away as they sucked. When the guys started grabbing the suckers by their head and cussing, BJ said that this was a sign that a superior job was being done.

He then went on to explain that guys like head. Anyone who says different is lying. To ensure that your fellow gets the most pleasure, encourage him to let you know when you've done something he likes. Most often it's done by running his fingers through your hair or grabbing the back of your head and pushing you onto his cock as deep as possible as he wants to cum in your mouth. And where do want him to cum?

Eric and I answered in unison "in our mouths".

BJ replied that we were right and here's a few signs he's about to shoot. His legs start shaking. His balls contract into a hard knot. When you feel this get ready because you're eating cum!!

He'll tell you as well. Most guys do this because they've been warned so many times by their female partners that they don't want them to cum in their mouths. Can you believe it?

The tight grip on your head is the sure fire signal that things are heading to dinner time for you. For our next class I want you two to practice technique with videos and be prepared for a possible test.

I looked at BJ and he smiled and said he wasn't going to try us out, but he might have a few fellows who would offer their services as evaluation. We will be exploring what is known as a glory hole. Unknown cock and unknown cocksucker. It's a wonderful tool. Of course if you don't want to do it, I won't make you ... But that was as far as BJ got as we both were vocally assuring that we wanted to try out this glory hole thing. BJ just chuckled as he told us that we might want to bring a spare T-shirt for next week as it might get sloppy on our first go round.

When we arrived, there was wooden frame in the back of BJ's kitchen that was covered by two sheets. Behind it was Bobby James's back porch and the door exiting onto it. We couldn't see anything of the usual windows just two holes in the sheets along with slits down the sides. BJ explained that there were six volunteers who would evaluate the efforts given by each of you. You will have some idea by the feedback during the encounter. Use your clues as to how to make adjustments on the fly. The cocks will come through the central hole and the slits are there to allow the face fucker to reach through and grab your head along the way.

There are six guys and they will each take a turn at your oral skills. Tonight will not be a pass/fail situation but rather to see how much you've retained. I wish you both good fortune. A kiss for luck. Then BJ kissed us both before having us kneel in front of a hole.

A minute later I heard the back door open and a shadow filled the hole in front of me. Then with a slow unzipping I was finally facing my first cock. And it was nice. As the full head inserted through the hole I watched in amazement as it kept coming. It was as big as the dildo I had been practicing in but it was a just a bit thinner.

I looked over at Eric who was admiring his specimen as well but he lowered his face and began licking all over the length of his fellow's tool. Oh yeah, I was taking a test!!

I began licking the cock in my face making sure I was getting it good and sloppy wet so I could easily swallow it. After a few licks and spitting some saliva onto it, I began to concentrate my efforts on making the tip feel loved. This was a good attack as I heard a low grunt come from the other side of the hole. I wrapped my lips over the head and pulled a suction on it as my tongue was caressing the throbbing head in my mouth. I started a slow continual suck until I felt it bump against my throat and I just swallowed repeatedly until I felt it slide home. Yeah, I had it in my throat and was now taking him deeper.

I heard a low moan from the guy fucking my friend and I turned my head to see a hand slowly emerge through the slit to grab a hold of Eric's hair. What I saw blew my mind. There was a tattoo across each finger knuckle spelling out a name, Lori. I was familiar with that tattoo as I had felt it several times in my life, when it spanked my ass for misbehaving. It was my dad's hand. And he was currently gripping Eric's head with a tight grip as the board was being fucked against by my dad's hips.

I would've watched the whole show if I didn't suddenly feel a strong grip on my head as I was brought up tight against the sheet in front of me and the guy on the other side began fucking my face like he was racing for first place. I gagged a bit, but he seemed kind of turned on by it and fucked me even harder. I felt his balls clump up below my stuffed mouth and in a matter of seconds I felt the warm jizz shoot up his shaft and explode into my mouth. BJ's words rang through my head as I swallowed as quickly as I could. This guy was gushing but I was determined not to lose any of it. After his fifth spurt, he just stood there with his erection still in my mouth but his grip on my head released. I withdrew and slowly licked up any stray cum before kissing the head as it shifted back out the hole.

I looked over at Eric and he was still busy cleaning up my dad's cock and he wasn't even aware he had just sucked off my old man. Then it hit me...I was going to suck him off too. Somewhere tonight I would get my chance as well. I thought about it and got a little nervous and excited as I always thought my dad was hot but not available. How wrong I was.

I sucked off my six guys. They were all decently hung and I didn't figure out which one was dad when he got my throat, but I swallowed every load like Bobby James taught me to do. After the sixth guy, BJ got us each a cold coke as he stepped out back and collected the reviews. I heard him say thanks guys and they answered with a thank YOU. Hadn't had a cocksucker that devoted to the task since I was a horny teenager.

They all laughed and when they left BJ came back in and announced that he was quite pleased with both of our performances. No cum was wasted. BRAVO!!

As I sat there on my stool, thinking about the unexpected kiss from Master, my reverie was broken by the loud celebration of two rambunctious guys returning from the mysterious backroom. They had come to the bar for fresh drinks as they bragged about stuffing their cocks in that new guy. Man that was some awesome pussy! Master chose well!!

The other laughed at this as he bragged about cramming his dip stick all the way in to find the greedy fucker down a couple pints of cum. Then he bragged how he did his part by donating two balls worth to the hot mouth. The other guy high fives him as their beers were dropped off in front of them.

I looked over at the now occupied door to see a line of gruff men now extending from it, with the bouncer who greeted us now working the inner door. He told the guys that they knew the rules, only allowed twenty guys inside; it's a fire safety rule. Don't want the cops shutting us down now, do we? Especially since Officer Daniels is still in line for his turn, right? The group laughed as a muscular guy in black gear made a pose as he stood in line with his buddies.

Judging by the line I could see that if they were there to fuck my baby, then it was going to be a while. Master was right. And it looked like this was a monthly event sponsored by the Conductors as a means to raise money for the bar as guys were trickling in now. They'd get a bottle of something from the bar and go join in the line which was extending along the back wall of the dance floor now.

I decided that I was ready to go home and walked over to the entrance. As I got there, I saw Master seated with another handsome smiling guy working the main entrance. Master recognized me and asked if I left them the address of Boy tonight? When my face went pale he grinned and said not to worry and had the other fellow write down the address I gave him. As I left out the door I heard the other guy say that he didn't know that the cuck was here too. Now I have to go fuck him again because I'm fucking hard again! Damn!

Master just laughed and called him a reprobate as the guy stood and went back to the line.

I tried to sit up and wait for Jason to make it home but I lost the battle listening to programs on YouTube and was awakened by the sound of someone unlocking the front door. As I struggled to wake up, I saw a tall muscular cop escort Jason in through the front door. When he saw me he said that he was asked to deliver this well fucked slut here. Either he's your partner or Master owes you a favor, but here he is. You might want to wash him first before fucking him. The cum poured out his hole when I fucked him at that bar my buddy Daniels was crowing about. Then I saw him leaving after placing my naked boyfriend down across the couch.

Jason looked like the proverbial horse that was ridden hard and put up wet. His ass was enflamed and puffy and leaking cum like an erupting gay man-volcano. There was so much cum drying on his beard and chest hair that I almost didn't recognize him. I just made him comfortable in the rising Saturday sunlight as I covered him with the throw from the back of the couch and went to bed. I wasn't in any shape to try and wrangle him up the stairs to our bedroom.

In the late morning I rose to find Jason snoring on the couch. He smelled like he'd been rolling in a locker room somewhere and I immediately went to open some windows. As I surveyed the damage I saw that the cop must've carried a bag in as well as the tattered remains of his jeans were in there. His belt, which I paid a fortune for was there but his jeans were in tatters. His wallet and keys were there, so they at least had a bit of ethical standards and his new boots were on his feet. His jock was who knows where and I remembered his wife beater being being stretched across Master's chest.

I made a cup of coffee at the Keurig and planned my day. The aroma of the coffee finally overpowered the smell of cum and Jason woke up. He was surprised to be home but he smiled when he saw me. I asked him how much he remembered from last night and he grinned and said that he was a both a good and bad boy. Bad that he let another man fuck him. Then he looked at me and said he was sorry if he hurt me.

Before I could reply he added that he was also good as he set a new record for the club. 71 guys in one night. Master says that it will be added to my armband. Then he looked at his shoulder and panicked before looking at me and telling me that Master had removed it to send to the Leather Shop. Master says I'm now a member of the club since I've been fucked by every member of the club. He says that they all autographed his jock and made it official.

I just smiled at him and told him it was going to be a memory that will be with you for years, but that funky odor is not going to last that long. Let's get you in the shower, slut!

As he bathed I began the full job of getting the house cleaned out. In the end I couldn't save the jeans and barely was able to get the throw clean smelling again. Had to wash it three times to get the smell of cigarettes and cum out of it.

I got a call from the Leather Shop informing me that my armband was ready for pick up. They made it look good with the addition of a patch of a sling and the number 71 sewn across where Jason's arm would ulk it out just so. They also had a framed jock strap that had signatures of thirty-four guys on it. The fellow there was completely nonchalant about the whole thing. He asked if I was interested in any of his other features items and I remembered about the poppers. If what Master had said was true, then Jason would need them.

The scruffy older man looked at me and asked if it was time for the Biker Boys again? Then he hauled four little bottles and rang me up for the poppers only and told me that he hoped things went well. Those guys are fucking animals!!

Things got back to normal with Jason and me although he got completely excited when he saw the framed jock. He didn't know about that. He wore his armband everywhere under his shirts, as a badge of honor, I think.

As the month drew to a close, he started getting his daily internet sessions with Master again. After the third meeting, he approached me and asked if I would be okay with hosting a member of the biker club when they came to town in two weeks. I thought about all the warnings I had been given about the rowdy nature of these guys but the look on Jason's face told me that it really meant a lot to him to be able to host one of them. I told him that I could handle one of them, but if they started tearing our stuff up they were out of here!

He smiled as he said that he was assured that they wouldn't be any nuisance like that. They were coming to town to be part of our collateral symbiosis of brotherhood. It all sounded like bullshit to me, but it meant something to Jason so I put up a brave face.

The night that Bull arrived, I knew we had bitten off more than we could chew. He was the leader of the group and he earned that title by his foreboding appearance. He was easily six foot six and his tall shaved head glared at everyone. His black eyes penetrated your soul as he surmised where you stood on his scale of importance.

He arrived atop a big chopper wearing a black leather jacket that would've looked tight on the cow it came from. The moment I knew I was in trouble was when he dismounted the bike in our drive and Jason went to meet him. He grabbed my baby with both string arms, brought him in for a hug and planted a soul crushing kiss on his face. The handlebar mustache framed the stern mouth on the traveling giant but it framed a smiling mouth moments before the intense kiss occurred.

Bull followed Jason inside and discarded his massive leather jacket, revealing that he was going topless underneath. At least I guess you could call it that as the big guy was coated with a pelt of fur across every surface I could see. Couldn't get more masculine if he tried. Everything about him screamed don't poke the bear and I could see the desire welling up in Jason's eyes to not only poke, but to be poked in return.

I tried to get things onto something I could control as I inquired about dinner. I asked what bull would like and he looked at me like I was definitely a character with no name in his program and said he wanted some fried chicken. Make sure they cook it fresh too! Old dried out legs gives me gas!

As I made a quick trip to KFC I saw Bull grab Jason in my rearview mirror and give him another kiss, this time his furry chest rubbing against Jason's.

I knew better than to leave him alone with my husband for long as I didn't think I wanted to walk in with him buried up my baby's asshole. KFC was thankfully slow and I was able to get some chicken that came up minutes after I had arrived, but I was still worried about leaving Jason alone with Bull for long.

When I got back home with our dinner, I found Bull watching FOX News and Jason absent. When I asked where my baby was, Bull grinned up at me and said he was cleaning out in the shower. As I put the food on the table I corrected Bull by saying Cleaning UP? But he smiled and shook his head and said OUT.

Then it hit me what he meant. As I gasped, Jason came back into the dining room in just a pair of undershorts and Bull grinned a big broad wolfish smile as he stood up to join us. As he stood erect, the flimsy shorts he had on, dropped down his legs revealing the biggest knob I had ever seen. Jason too, it seemed as he went silent.

Bull just stood there laughing as his cock engorged before us making his massive mushroom head bob in the middle of the room, sending a fragrant woody aroma that overpowered the fresh chicken. Jason stepped up to our guest and wrapped his arms around Bull's midsection as the towering Dom brought my man in for another kiss.

As he stood there controlling my husband, Bull let his hairy arms reach out and explore my husband's freshly cleaned body. As Jason was rubbing the fur all over our guest, our guest was apprising my man like a cow being auctioned off.

I knew things had reached a point of no return when those dark eyes over the five o'clock shadow snapped open and focused on me as if to say that I was excused. While he was dismissing me, he was forcing Jason to his knees with his strong arms, toned from hours of steering a motorbike.

I was mesmerized seeing how Jason was being drawn in like a bird to a cobra, only it was the cobra being eaten by the bird. Jason opened his mouth and snaked out his tongue to make contact with the smooth firm cockhead as he ran his full tongue over the surface of the firm knob. Bull grunted as my baby slathered the head with his spit before encasing the tip with his full lips. As Bull continued grunting he placed a meaty hand over my baby's head as if he were inserting his gigantic cock into a fleshlight.

Bull stared down at Jason's eager face with a lust filled gaze as he held the back of my baby's head while shoving his muscular hips forward trying to sink his gargantuan cock into his mouth. He was stopped by pure physics as his cock head was just too wide to slide into my man's throat. Not that bull didn't try. Jason was sputtering and gagging but still the huge biker tried. Finally he withdrew and rested his big hairy nuts on my man's mouth. The spit and slobbering leaving a wet mess on his face as Bull told him to clean that shit up.

I watched with pure fascination as Jason licked those massive hairy orbs, giving them a tongue bath I had never before witnessed on so grand a scale. After a few minutes of tongue polishing, Bull told Jason that if he had any poppers, he might want to get them, as he grabbed a bottle of lube from his duffel bag and grabbed a seat on my chair.

When Jason reentered the living room he paused at the towering erection before him climbing out of my chair. He held the bottle forward and said he didn't know what to do. Bull pulled him in for a hug and told him Daddy Bull would take care of him.

First thing Bull did was to liberally apply the lube over Jason's hole and slid it inside. First some lube, then a finger along with it. More lube, more fingers. Eventually he had four thick fingers sliding away. Then he had Jason climb into his lap and straddle his immense slicked ass buster. As Jason perched his pucker atop the intruder, Bull reached up and tweaked his nipples as he managed to get Jason's mouth to join his.

For me, this would be enough to beat off to for weeks to come, but I knew there was so much more. Bull told me to hand him the poppers and as I did so I felt the sexual heat rising from their impending coupling.

Bull uncapped the poppers and while plugging Jason's right nostril with his finger, pushed the bottle up the left side. He told Jason to breathe deep. Once he had, Bull switched nostrils and repeated it. Once Jason had been doped up, Bull capped the bottle and instructed Jason to push out with his ass and his world will be changed forever.

Jason kissed Bull again as he pushed out with his asshole and the massive corona invaded his body. I heard a howl followed by Bull telling him he was doing great. I saw the thick cock jutting up from Bull's lap disappearing as it entered into my man's pucker. Jason was still whimpering but gravity had taken over when he was no longer able to stop the invasion of the oversized pecker.

Bull continued the kissing of Jason as his cock embedded itself further inside my husband's hole until he was no longer sliding. Bull kissed him fully again before bringing up the bottle of poppers again and repeated the nose process. This time Jason seemed a bit perkier as he sat up straighter and slid the rest of the way down, taking Bull's cock entirely up his backside.

Bull stood up while holding my husband and deftly moved to the couch where he could lay Jason out below him and begin slowly moving around, creating muscle memory in Jason's ass as he stretched it wider than it had ever been. Jason groaned with each thrust, but the sounds were mutating from a howl to a lust filled growl as his ass became more receptive to the large invader.

After a few more minutes Jason must've become acclimatized to the sheer bulk of the huge penis as he wrapped his arms around Bull's hairy back and hugged him like a parasite not wanting to be released. The tall bald man senses the change in the situation and began fucking the slut hole below him with a bit of sexual energy that had not been exerted yet.

I watched the hair covered ass cheeks begin a faster plunge as Bull began fucking my man in earnest accompanied by his deep gravelly grunts. I could hear Jason groaning out loud for Bull Daddy to fuck him as the couch begin shifting from side to side.

Bull starting grunting obscenities as his animal urges kicked in and he began fucking Jason like he was the latest fuck slut, which if course he was. He drove my husband head first into the pillows at the end of the couch while his powerful hips plunged fully into Jason's hole, emitting a slushy noise each time he plunged into the wrecked orifice.

Jason was beginning to sound like a bad porn video with his grunting and the occasional 'fuck me daddy' thrown in. It was Bull's declaration of take my fucking cock bitch, that brought it back to a more realistic state. When he hollered that he was about to fucking cum, fucking breed your slutty ass that I lost control and spunked my underwear. Fortunately for me no one noticed as Bull was moments away from doing the same thing only on a more massive masculine scale.

I saw Jason's hand hugging Bull's sweat soaked hairy back as the Dom reared his head back and let a howl through his five o'clock shadowed mouth while he plunged deep into Jason's ass and froze in place as he soaked my honey's innards. I couldn't see it, but judging by the grunts, it must've been at least a six spurter. The two collapsed into a pile on the sofa in a tangle of hairy limbs.

Now I also checked into them just to be sure Jason wasn't inadvertently joining a neo-Nazi cult by mistake, as he can be a little blindsided when he's finding things he likes. It seemed that this group was just what it said it was; a group of guys who like exploring the limits of servitude to others as well as being conscientious masters of those inclined to serve. And it seems Jason is destined to be a servant.

I supported my baby in his search for fulfillment even though I didn't match his zest for this quest. I allowed him his nightly two hour conversations with Master as they discussed what Jason would be expected to do and behave while in his service. I didn't eavesdrop or read transcripts, but I know it turned Jason on judging by the ever present hardon he had when he kissed me each night after the talks.

As the night drew closer for Jason's inaugural meeting with the Conductors, the formal club, which as to be held at one of the local seedy bars, Jason shared that he had a little shopping list of things he'd need to wear for the meeting. He'd need a black wife beater, a dark pair of blue jeans, a firm leather belt, a jock, and a pair of Doc Martens boots. He smiled at me as I read his short list of clothes while telling me that Master said it was always up to the servant to be prepared with condoms and lube as well but since I'm only with you I'm pretty sure I don't need anything else.

Since his birthday was coming up in a month I decided to surprise him early and pick the items up on my day off. I wanted him to feel like belonged with the group on his first night so I added a leather band that would fit around his upper right arm and a couple bottles of be poppers so that he'd be authentic. I trusted him to exercise good judgment on his behaviors. Besides, I was going to be there at the bar as well, just not as a member of the club.

The look on Jason's face when he opened the big box of goodies was worth the effort. He was so happy and I got to see him in his uniform before anyone else. He looked amazing. He has recently gotten a haircut that made his dark mop of hair settle into place like he was about to march out with his barrack mates to war games. I got hard just looking at him.

For the next three nights his chats with Master became a lot more intense as Master insisted that he wear his jock whenever he talked with him online. He insisted on visual proof and Jason had me take the evidential picture which was then forwarded to Master. I wasn't keen on doing that but Jason was desperate to accomplish that task as Master hinted that he might not take his desire to be bona fide otherwise. I snapped one from the front with Jason staring at the floor with his package being hefted high and another with him bent over showing the strap disappearing between his hairy muscular cheeks. Again these were against my choices but Master demanded them to verify Jason's desire. I recalled some pretty crazy shit my roommate had done in college just to get into a frat so I considered this a light version of that.

On Friday the meeting was scheduled and I haven't seen Jason so nervous since he first started dating me out of college. When he got home he showered and shaved and primped in front of the mirror like a high schooler. Teasing, I asked which cologne he thought Master would like and his face went white as he thought about it. I chuckled as he started panicking and I said that something light and earthy ought to work for the occasion as the scent of beer was likely going to overpower everything else. His face relaxed as he realized I was right and gave me a kiss.

We headed out at 7 so we'd be there in enough time to get the lay of the place and the clientele and I could find a comfortable place to watch from. The bouncer at the door said that he recognized new recruit uniform and had Jason spin around so he could see the newbie. As he spun, I heard him give a low whistle as he said that someone was earning his conductor wings tonight with you. Then he charged us only my admittance and gave us both stamps on the back of our right hands.

The bar was a dirty country place with lots of old signage and worn out farm gear on the walls and over the central bar. You might've mistaken it for another normal country and Western place if you didn't see the different flags on the walls signifying the various gay communities. That and the all male couples dancing together on polished floor. I looked around and considered this place as a future hang spot for Jason and me.

I looked around the room and spotted other guys wearing a lot of leather gear and figured them to be members as well. As Jason returned from the bar with two cold bottles of Budweiser, the only beer I could drink without gagging on the taste, a tall skinny fellow wearing a leather and chain ensemble approached Jason from across the dark room. As he neared his mustache lips split to reveal a handsome smile as he introduced himself as Wolf. As Jason reached out to shake his hand, Wolf withdrew it and said that I must not be familiar with the club rules. If a member has a mustache the only proper way to greet him is with a kiss. It's to promote the look as well as create a feeling of family within the club.

Jason paused then leaned in and kissed Wolf on the mouth. After a short lip junction which I noticed led to some tongue invasion as well by Wolf, they separated and Jason introduced himself. Wolf welcomed him to his first meeting and asked who had invited him?

Jason paused and said that he's only ever known him as Master. Wolf's eyes widened briefly and said that Master has indeed selected a welcome new member into our group. He should be arriving soon. Then he waltzed over to a group of leather aficionados at the bar and they began gossiping like school girls. Wasn't difficult to determine who was the object of their conversation as they would occasionally look our way, trying to eyeball Jason just a little better.

The place started filling up as 8 approached and I saw a big important man enter the place through the front door. He just exuded the aura of dominance as everyone seemed to bow to his desires. Must've been a good 6'4" wearing only black leather pants with a pair of leather suspenders and a handsome cowboy hat. His bearded face was eagerly scanning the room and his face broke into a smile when he spotted Jason in his uniform at our table.

As he headed over to our table I could see Jason shaking in anticipation. I told him to have a good time and for heaven's sake stop worrying, you're going to fit right in. As Master stopped in front of our table, he held out his hand to greet Jason and my baby, quick to remember the rule taught him by Wolf, bypassed the handshake and went in for the kiss.

Judging by the shocked look on Master's face I figured out that Wolf had told Jason a lie. Master soon recovered and grabbed Jason by the back of his head as he kissed my baby back. This kiss lasted considerably longer than the kiss between Wolf and Jason and ended with Jason stepping back as Master's hand slid into Jason's back pocket.

As Jason introduced me as his boyfriend, I saw the raised eyebrows as he gave me an appraisal and determined that he had nothing to be concerned about. A group surrounded the two of them as the meeting began to form. The troop headed to a large round table beside the bar with Jason right beside Master like a saved puppy.

I chuckled as I watched the pageantry and picked up my beer for another drink. That's when I heard a voice saying that Master has found himself a new boy to fuck, I see. I turned to see a thirty year old with a drink that had more fruit in it than legally allowed.

I said that he must be mistaken because that's my boyfriend. He's been wanting to investigate the leather scene and Master has been sort of mentoring him. It's his first night tonight.

I bet it is! First night with the club. First night with Master. First night to suck a stranger in a bar. First night he's pulled a train on a group of hyper masculine guys. Perhaps the first night of being locked out of his home as well? He gave me a questioning glance.

First off, Jason would never do anything like that. We're happy together. He'd never cheat on me.

He replied that he saw just how committed he was by that tongue duel he had with Master in front of everyone.

I said that it was club rules that greeting was a kiss for all mustached members.

He laughed and said after the meeting he'll be doing more than kissing the guys! Trust me!! Then he downed his drink and wandered off to the bar for another.

I nursed my beer for the next thirty minutes when I noticed the commotion of cheers coming from the table in the corner as Jason stood and waved at everybody. I could see that when he sat back down he didn't sit on a chair, but rather someone's lap. To be fair the table was kind of crowded but I didn't feel too good about that, especially when the fellow on this side of the table leaned over and whispered in his neighbor's ear and I could see it was Master's lap he was seated on. The muscular hairy leader was enjoying his position and his hand kept sliding down Jason's backside.

At one point I saw that Jason slipped forward a bit and he put his hand out to steady himself and instead of grabbing the table, he landed on Master's other leg. I couldn't help but notice that his hand remained there once he righted himself. I saw him grin a sly grin as Master joined him in the sneaky fun. Master looked up at me across the room and smiled at me almost daring me to make a scene. My heart raced but I held my silence. My cock was hard as a rock under the table.

Once the meeting finished, Jason again kissed Master before heading back over to me. As he prated on about how exciting it all was I could only think about how Master seemed to be finagling him into being his bitch. The words of the stranger kept coming back but I seemed to feel better just talking with Jason. Then as I was gathering my stuff to go, Master approached our table and said it was traditional that after our meetings we all go dancing on the floor to welcome our new recruits. Kind of hard to do that if the new recruit leaves!

Jason looked at me with those puppy dog eyes of his and I agreed to stay and go dancing for a bit. After all we were also celebrating his birthday, a few weeks early.

This peeked up the ears of his new compadres as the all wanted to dance with the birthday boy. As the music started into a fast Brooks and Dunn number, Jason was swept onto the dance floor with about twenty scruffy guys all trying to be his partner. At first I just laughed at his merriment but it took less than a few minutes for me to realize I was being kept away from him. There were easily three guys between us at any given moment and I could see grinning faces as hands went exploring over my man's body. Just as annoying was the kissing rule as Jason was met with mustached man after mustached man.

At one point I swear there three guys all kissing him together as their hands were roaming over his firm ass cheeks. Then they all stepped aside as a shadow stepped up and Master claimed his position. The DJ switched from the boot scooting music to a slow swaying number as Master scooped Jason into his arms and began swaying with him across the darkened floor. At times all I could see was the cowboy hat high above everybody's head as he led my baby away from me and into a darkened corner.

Jason was overcome from the moment as I saw him hugging Master like he was his last life line as another sad song came on and Master and he disappeared across the room. I literally couldn't see the hat any more and as I started to panic I heard that simpering voice tell me that he had told me so. They're in the back room and right now your young man is busy with the biggest cock he's ever seen.

He'll try to swallow it, they always do, but Master's too fucking thick to fit down any human throat. Not that he doesn't enjoy trying to fuck them anyway! After a few minutes, he'll stop trying to fuck his throat and decide to go for the guaranteed fit. And trust me the guys know they're getting some prime grade A ass tonight. They all got a feel of it on the floor. If you stand by the end of the bar, you might be able to hear your man howl when Master claims his ass. After that, one of the many sycophants will be allowed to step up and stuff their cocks in his mouth. I'm betting that Wolf gets first crack tonight after that bullshit about kissing mustached members...hehe. that was pure genius!!

You'll know when Master breeds his hole as the lights will be flashed out here and the rest of the club will go back for sloppy thirds and fourths. Judging by the number that stayed around after the meeting, you've got a long wait ahead of you. Hope you all brought lube as he's going to be wanting it. Especially about right now. I heard a howl muffed through the woodwork as Waylon Jennings was singing about his lonely life on the road. I heard a couple guys chuckling as the tension in the room began escalating,

I decided to go for something a bit stronger than a beer and had the bartender make me a mai tai without all the frufru shit on top. I remembered how that guy looked ridiculous with all the fruit in his glass. As he sat it down in front of me he said it was in the house as my boyfriend was going to be bringing more than a few thirsty fuckers back for more drinks.

I sat down on my quiet stool drinking my beverage as the house lights flipped on and off. I immediately thought a raid but then remembered what I had been told. I was officially a cuckold now. The dance floor let loose with a hoot and a holler as guys started making their way toward a nondescript door along the back wall. A few guys steeped inside before Master rejoined the crowd, wearing a black wife beater over his hairy muscles. He grinned to his admirers as he told them he opened the handsome fucker up good. Greased that shitter so he could take any of you shrimp dicks!! Hahaha.

When someone asked if he swallowed it all, he just grinned and said he was easily in the top five who've tried. Still had an inch and a half to go. I think I'll let him have a few more tries before I write him off. Then he saw me sitting at the bar.

He strutted over and told me that I needn't be so high and mighty. He's still yours, but for tonight he's going to be fucked by a good portion of the city. Once word gets out about his tight ass and suctioning mouth, he's going to bring in a plethora to the bar. They're just waiting to hear about the results and it's all thumbs up!

You mht as well go on home. He's gonna be lucky to get out of here before sunup. I'll see that he gets home. He's one horny fucker. Don't you ever fuck him? He was practically begging me to use his ass. Who could refuse a slutty face like his? Hehehe. He swallowed three loads from the guys in the time it took me to breed his hole but it is officially Master's Cum Repository now. By next meeting you might want to make sure he has a good supply of poppers so he can handle getting fucked by the big boys. Next month we host the Biker Boys at our meeting and they'll be fucking going nuts waiting for he meeting to finish so they can double fuck my latest find.

See Mick at the Leather Closet when you go in to have the badge of honor added to his armband for pulling his first all night train. He has some incredible poppers that will help him loosen his hole for those thick fuckers.

After Larry woke me up, I decided I better survey the damage caused by my oversexed husband and my drunken brother. So in a just a pair of gym shorts I stepped out into the living room where I was frontally assaulted by the combined smell of sweat, alcohol, and cum. Normally this would excite me but when it's your own living room it has a different effect. I first opened the windows and headed to the kitchen to whip up a cleaning potion that would hopefully save still moist cushions on our couch and freshen the room so that we might be able to host again.

While I was fumbling around under the sink with various Lysol and febreeze products I heard the jeep come to life as Larry left with Jake. I fixed my cleaning elixir and grabbed a couple scrub brushes before heading in to do battle with the couch.

Three hours later I felt once again like I was in control of my house as the fresh scent of lavender once again filled my home and I couldn't see any evidence that my husband had defiled my willing brother on our still usable couch. As I sat down and took a well earned rest, I heard the jeep pull back into our drive.

When Larry came sauntering in with a devil may care grin on his face I knew he had been up to more shenanigans. His unruly clothes were the first clue but the biggest indicator was the worn red ball cap which was on his head now. He didn't have one before he left. In fact he used to make fun of them referring to them as MAGAT caps.

I coyly asked if Jake had any issues getting his truck at Mom and Dad's?

Larry just stretched his arms and replied that my brother was fishing in his pants before we reached the end of the block. Mike Reynolds got an eyeful of your brother going down on me and you should've seen the look on his face!! He was wishing he was me, I can tell you that! Ended up doing a slow drive around the back streets admiring the well trimmed lawns as your brother fought tooth and nail to swallow every inch of my pecker. When we got to Smithdale Park, I drove to the back side where the drug deals reportedly go on and parked. It was fucking dead in there and I just let your brother go nuts. He's actually very good at deep throating; you could learn a few pointers from him, babe!

I let him suck me for a bit because it just felt so good and the mind thing knowing how much he wanted my dick just made it all the hotter. He pulled off at one point and said screw it, I need fucked again. Then he stripped off his pants and squared his ass over my crotch before guiding my spit slicked pole into his quivering hole. As he slid down over my cock, he let a low moan signalling he was enjoying being stuffed by my shaft. I just groaned in agreement as the little slut took my eight inches repeatedly in my front seat.

It was good that the park was so sparsely populated today as he would've drawn a crowd with the show he was giving. He rode me slow and steady, then changed it up to a fast and furious pace only to angle his body to his window where he resembled a dog trying to enjoy the breeze. I fucked him like a dutiful brother-in-law and after a good pounding I gripped his window ledge as well as I unloaded up his ass for the second time today.

As I fucked his backside I couldn't help but notice the few park visitors who were milling about in the shadows. I figured they were there for something discreet as well and ignored them, but once we finished with my load slowly dripping out of your brother's ass, the amusing look on the faces became my new obsession.

Most were high as fuck and probably wanted to ask me if I had any drugs they could have but I kind of give off a don't fuck with me vibe. As I collected myself, I suddenly heard Jake take a deep breath and mutter the word shit. I looked at him and he just said that the guy walking by the restroom over there looks a hell of a lot like Dad.

I looked at the guy he was talking about. Skinny fellow with a long sleeve black shirt with jeans and one of those ugly ass red ball caps. Couldn't really see his face but he was looking around kind off sketchy like and watching a couple rough looking guys who were smoking at a picnic table. They would look at him and snicker.

I told Jake that I wasn't sure but whoever it is, he's just another slut looking for some serious rough sex, judging by those guys he's cruising. Jake looked the guys over and agreed. I kept an eye on the action as I had your brother put my deflated cock back into its home. He kissed it once more before zipping my fly up and I caught movement over by the restroom. One of the bad boys decided to stand up, showing off his tough boy leather gear. Definitely a poser. Then he looked at the lurker and headed inside the restroom. Well well, this could be interesting,

As he passed Mr. Redcap, I saw the profile for the first time and I recognized that face. Jake was right, it was your old man. Well now, I wasn't about to miss out on this action!

I let the punk enter then your Dad follow him in like a puppy. A puppy that was about to be fucked.

After a couple minutes I exited my jeep and gave your brother explicit orders to sit still and watch my vehicle. Then I made a path for the occupied bathroom. As I entered I could hear sputtering from someone who was getting his mouth fucked, and fucked rather forcefully from the sound of it. I grinned as I stepped around the entrance wall and saw the little tough boy just slamming his cock in and out of your Dad's face.

He looked up in surprise and smiled when he saw me grinning and opening my fly. He held your dad's as he power fucked his throat, trying to impress me with his skills. He mages to maintain his tempo and keep a lit cigarette balanced between his clenched teeth as his hips fucked out a fierce rhythm into your dad's mouth. Quite frankly I would never have thought your dad was that fucking submissive, but here was the proof. And this piss ant was using him like he was left out by the side of the road.

I reached down and ran my hands along your dad's backside, feeling up his ass. Yes, you definitely got your ass from him. I slid my hand into his jeans and forced my slender fingers into his crack. It was slick with sweat and I planned on using it to my advantage. As the punk got more excited watching me taking things to a higher level, I reached around your dad's body and began undoing his jeans as he knelt on the dirty bathroom floor. The other guy kept his head attached to his dong which in all fairness was a fairly long piece, just kind of slender. This seemed to work to his advantage because he was able to slide it all the way inside your dad's mouth repeatedly like your dad's throat was made specifically to hold his entire cock.

As I started sliding your old man's pants over his ass, I put my mouth up to his ear and said that his ass was even nicer than his son's. I felt him tense up beneath me as he lifted his head to finally take a good look at me. He broke fred of the stronghold on his head and turned to look at me as my cock head pierced his hole presented in royal form.

I grunted as I slid inside him and he groaned back in reply. The look in his eyes spoke his embarrassment and need at the same time. I gripped his hips as I drove into his backend for a full on assault. The young punk grasped his head and put it back onto his angry looking erection as he neared his climax.

Ain't gonna lie, I was barely holding on at this point as I was more mindful fucked than anything else. It was all I could do to last more than a minute or two before I was erupting in your dad's ass like a virgin getting his wick dipped for the first time.

The punk sensed the dynamics and grunted aloud that he was fucking coming. Then grabbed your dad's head as the cigarette flipped off onto the floor as he unloaded down your dad's gurgling throat. I could feel your dad's asshole gripping my pole tightly in spasms as he shot his load onto the dirty floor which caused me to just shoot my load up his warm soft asshole. It felt so perfect like it was meant to be there. In the interim excitement, your dad's laughable disguise was disrupted as his hat was knocked off his head by the fast pounding the punk gave his mouth.

I reached down and picked up the cap. I smiled as I looked at it and was about to give it back to him but at the last second I decided to keep it. I grinned as I slipped it on and as I pulled out, I stood and turned your dad's head so that he could finally see the cock that had just bred his hole. He saw my amazing pecker and his eyes were locked on it in awe. I told him that it needed cleaning before I put it away. He just muttered a weak "yes, Sir" before stretching his neck over and running his tongue over its surface. As he finished I told him he was better than his son at that and then walked out.

When I got back to the jeep wearing the cap, Jake knew I had fucked your dad. He just stared at it as he said one word. Awesome.

As I pulled out of the parking spot I saw your dad standing at the bathroom door with a surprised look on his face as he saw Jake sitting beside me in the jeep. He was then trying to figure out which son I was referring to then. I drove over to the strip and grabbed us some breakfast before driving Jake over to your folks house to fetch his truck. It was fun watching your mom looking at my cap and then at your dad's bare head like she was putting things together, but nothing was spoken out loud.

Now don't be kink shaming me. Some of you out there are just like me. Besides, you can't program your mind to like only certain things. How boring would that be? I'm drawn to those bad boys like moths to a flame.

I met him at a bar like all good relationships begin. Was out with my buddies on a Friday night when he came strolling in with his white wife beater on practically sending out a broadcast that Mr. Wrong was here. Chris tried to dissuade me from approaching him but I wanted to at least try and taste the newest flavor at the Eagle.

He smiled at me when I offered to buy him a drink and he told the bartender he wanted a scotch. I should've just smiled and walked away at that point because only real men can handle their liquor that seriously but instead I watched him down the shot without flinching and then reach down the bar and draw me in for a kiss to end all others.

I was smitten.

When he came up for air, he asked me for my name. I told him Vic, and ever since has called me boy. Then he draped a hairy tattooed arm over my shoulder as we watched a couple fellows dancing on the broad dark floor. He whispered in my air that he'd like to do that and asked me if I would too? I just nodded as he led me across the dark floor. He led me to the even darker back room where he was obviously looking instead and stripped my shirt almost as soon as crossing the door threshold. He kissed me again as he leaned me against a dirty wall and began making out with me.

He tore his wife beater off from his hairy chest and grabbed my head with a firm grip as he guided my quivering lips from nipple to nipple. When he was excited from his masterful control of my suctioning mouth, he drove my mouth and the rest of my body lower until I was staring at an obscenely packed pair of blue jeans. He reached down and popped them open, releasing his huge control center which popped out to smell my face. When it found my lips parted from the surprising size of it, there was no pause as it slid inside my mouth and began exploring.

I was immediately in heaven as this huge cock was suddenly now mine to suck and lick as I endeavored to please my new partner. I pulled off to get a full look at its magnificence and must've taken too long as I felt the sting of an open palm against my cheek as I heard him tell me to get back to sucking, boy.

My eyes widened in surprise but blended into lust as slid his thick member back into my mouth. I swallowed repeatedly as I struggled to deep throat his huge endowment. I looked up while putting all my skills to work and saw him watching me in the darkness with a fevered grin as he pressed his hips further against my face.

I felt my head resting against the wall behind me as began forcing his thick monster into my gagging throat. He just told me to take it, bitch. His furry navel continued to make a connection with my forehead as he fucked my mouth mercilessly.

Finally his muscular belly stopped moving away as he managed to slide enough of his shaft into my throat that he was actually stuffed in my mouth and all he was doing was moving the thick head forward and backward a few inches as he frantically fucked my throat. The quiet dark room was momentarily upset as he roared a triumphant growl while seeding my throat. It wasn't a huge load but I definitely felt the warm fluid splatter down my throat. I just continued to swallow as I could to prevent myself from vomiting everything back up.

When he finished shooting, he slid back out of my mouth and told me to clean that shit up so he could go out and get another drink. I looked up in awe and complied. As I stowed his softened member back into his stretched jeans he helped me to my feet and picked up my tshirt along with his wife beater. As he put it back on in the dark room the white looked like a surrender flag but I was the one who had surrendered. Within a two weeks period Larry was moved in with me and he was my man.

We continued going out to the bars on weekends and after a month or so, I guess the magic had worn off, as he started paying attention to other guys. Ir hurt a little that he was looking but I thought about things and realized that he was still going home with me so I just grinned and went in with it. I was the one getting fucked like a total bitch when we got home!

Besides it was kind of hot knowing that my man was the object of all these guy's lust. He had lots of drinks purchased for him and he even danced with them at times but by the end of the night he went home with me. That is until April 16th when we met Kyle. Kyle was a cute twink who was buying the fucking bar for Larry. They'd danced a couple times and I saw Larry look at the backroom doorway a couple times but to his credit, he didn't try to sneak off to it with Kyle.

However by the time we left, Larry had offered Kyle a ride home as he was using an Uber. As we walked out the door Larry told me that I needed to sit in the back. First it was the proper thing to do, as he was my guest. Second he can't get to my goodies from the back seat and I am going to get some fucking road head, boy! Now are we understood? I just looked into his hypnotic grey eyes and nodded.

When Kyle returned from the bathroom we made our way to the jeep and I climbed into the back seat where I had the whole bench to myself as Kyle took my usual spot. Larry looked at me in the mirror and grinned as he started up the vehicle and began driving.

Kyle gave me a sneaky glance before sliding over closer to Larry and resting his head against the massive shoulder. As Larry draped his right arm over the back of the seat around Kyle's shoulder he gave me another glance in the mirror, as if daring me to say something. Truth was, I was too busy watching my man being the macho alpha claiming another submissive fellow.

I was eagerly watching the show in the front seat and I wasn't being disappointed. In the quiet of the drive, the steady humming of the motor with the occasional clicking from the turn signals was disrupted as I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down. For the third time in ten minutes, I saw Larry's eyes in the mirror as a wicked smile spread across his face.

I could see Kyle's shoulders moving as Larry said that it tastes a hell of a lot better than it feels. Kyle's head disappeared below the bench line as I heard a wet noise from his mouth making contact with Larry's cock. My boyfriend grunted out a "hell yeah" as we veered a little towards the curb.

Half a minute later, Larry's arm disappeared as well as he placed it on top of Kyle's busy head. At this point Larry wasn't even concerned about where he was driving. We rode around the same few blocks as Kyle was giving my man a top grade blowjob from the seat of our jeep. The guys on the street were aware of what was going on inside our car and by the third time we past them, they were lined up on the curb cheering Larry on.

When we got to a red light by the courthouse, things reached a climax as Larry pushed down in Kyle's head while shooting off into his mouth. The car behind us honked his horn after Larry hadn't moved when the light changed, but he was undeterred. He allowed Kyle the freedom to sit back up after taking his load and then pressed the accelerator to move. Only in response the car behind us flipped on a pair of blue lights.

He escorted us into the empty parking lot for Lowe's and walked up to Larry's window. He shone g flashlight into the car and lit up his and Kyle's glistening faces. He then asked Larry if he thought he could get away with something that bold?

Larry said that he just couldn't deny a cocksucker what he craved. Especially when he looked that desperate. Could he!

The cop flashed his light once more at Kyle's sloppy mouth and said that he could appreciate the kindness of a friend. In fact he could see himself helping out likewise. He walked around to the passenger side and told Kyle to step out of the vehicle. Then he asked Larry how his throat was and he replied that it was so good you were able to sneak up on my ass!

The cop chuckled as he told Kyle this was his lucky night. He was gonna get two fucking thick dicks to suck. Get busy boy! Kyle knelt on the parking lot and opened the cops pants to reveal a hard cock waiting to be tamed. Larry got out of the car and joined the fun. His cock still unleashed from the road head was stiffening up as he walked at the passenger side and tore Kyle's pants down the ass seam.

The cop smiled as he watched Larry in action while he held Kyle's head in place. With the seam gone, it was clear that Kyle was going commando and Larry started rubbing his leaking cock head against his target.

The strong cop held Kyle's head in place as Larry entered the unopened exit portal on Kyle's back side. He let out a scream that was muffled by the thick cop dick in his mouth. Larry stopped and spit twice on his halfway buried member before sliding it out and in a couple times. Then he proceeded to bury his boner up Kyle's ass.

The cop grunted his approval as he continued to plumb the depths of Kyle's mouth and throat in rhythm with Larry's strongarm usage of the tight hole now gripping his once again erection. They tag teamed Kyle for another ten minutes before the Mike on the cop's uniform shirt sent him a message that he was needed at a location. He replied that he would get right on it as he gripped Kyle's pretty head and fucked it rapidly before unloading. Kyle was coughing as he was overloaded in semen which caused Larry to unload up his spasming ass. The cop withdrew and ordered Kyle to lick him clean. Now!!

Kyle got busy sucking up the stray drops of the officers load before he zipped back up and nodded at Larry before returning to his squad car and heading off. Larry came over to the car and told me to give him my shirt as he didn't want Kyle's dripping hole to soak his jeep seat. I reluctantly stripped off my shirt and rode the rest of the way home in silence.

This started a new page in our lives as Larry would often seek out attractive young men and offer them rides home in our jeep. It got to a point that I would actually look for guys for him to fuck. It was depraved, but in my mind I was getting hornier and hornier each time we went clubbing.

Then last weekend happened. We went to my parent's anniversary party and while everyone had a good time, I could see my brother Jake had a little bit too good a time. By the time we were ready to go, it was plain he was in no shape to drive so Larry offered to drive Jake home and bring him out in the morning to pick up his car.

As we gathered our stuff, Larry matter of factly told me two words... Back seat. I just gaped at him and said that he was my brother. He turned and replied that he'd been eying my bulge all evening and his ass feels amazing in my hands. I just gaped as he walked off to get Jake.

When we got in the jeep, I dutifully took my seat in the rear as Larry and Jake took the front seats. We looked more like three fishing buddies heading home after a long day on the lake, but my brother was drunk enough to cast away any doubts. He reached over and gave Larry a bro tap on his shoulder and thanked him for the ride home.

Larry just said it was nothing as he reached down and scratched his nuts through his jeans. Jake was all eyes on this as his inhibitions were a little freer. Larry, knowing the effect he was having, decided to go further and popped the button on his pants and slid his hand inside. Jake was hooked on things at this point.

Larry said that sometimes he just needed to let things air out from being pent up all day. Ain't that right Jake? My brother just stammered at having been caught staringnd didn't really give an answer.

Larry said laughed and said that he could smell his balls from there. Surely they're assaulting you with their sweat? Then he flipped his zipper flap down and released his thickening pecker as he reached in and pulled out his big hairy balls. He moaned as he said it sure felt good to release them. Then he asked Jake if he still couldn't smell his balls? Then he added that I enjoyed their aroma so much he figured Jake would like it too.

Jake was now openly ogling my man's erect cock and big hairy nuts as they spilled out of his fly. Larry encouraged Jake to get a good whiff and tell him what he thought. Well this was the make or break point and secretly I hoped Jake would go for it. He'd always been the alpha growing up and this was just too fucking hot to go any way else.

To my delight, Jake leaned over and stuck is face close to Larry's crotch as he took a deep breath. Holy fuck, he was doing it!!

Larry looked in the mirror at me with a fucking evil grin as he asked Jake what he thought. Jake just groaned as Larry placed his hand on top of Jake's ball cap and rubbed my brother's head. He told Jake that he'd heard that the sense of smell and taste were closely aligned so he'd probably get a better sense of... and that's as far as he got.

Jake's mouth wrapped around his dick as his head went deep into Larry's lap. I'd seen this before on multiple occasions but never with someone I knew. Never with my brother. But there Jake was and I could hear his mouth making a sloppy wet connection with a thick cock I was familiar with. My big brother was being as big a slut as I am over the same cock. He was bouncing his head in Larry's lap as my man drove us around the empty suburban streets. As the occasional streetlights lit up the front seat I saw my brother taking that dick all the way down in his mouth.

Larry howled as forced Jake's mouth down to the root of his cock like he had done with a number of other guys, including me. He pulled over beneath a leafy maple tree and parked as he fucked Jake's eager mouth like it was a newbie cocksucker needing broken in. He had Jake tongue his balls like they were made of cotton candy before bringing his mouth back up to finish him off. His growl when he came in my bros mouth was so loud, two neighbors flipped on their porch lights to see what was going on.

Larry just laughed as he put the jeep in gear and pulled off. He instructed Jake to lick all that shit off his shaft and balls and for the next few minutes my brother quietly tended to his task. We reached our home shortly after that and Larry only buttoned his pants before escorting Jake into our home.

Jake found a place to sleep on the couch and was out like a light before I knew what was what. We soon joined him as we went to bed as well. The next morning Larry awoke me and told me that he had fucked Jake and that ass was as fantastic as he had thought. He would've awakened me but I looked so angelic sleeping there. Besides, I wanted to fuck him with you. Curiously, he makes that little cooing noise too when I go deep up his ass. Must be a Brown thing. Maybe I should fuck your old man too to test that theory? He still looks pretty good for a forty-two year old...

So when I finally broke down and called him he told me that I needed to bring my bills along with my spendthrift partner to his office tomorrow at three. He didn't even hide his glee as he threw in a "Be prepared to grovel!". What the hell?

We arrived the next day at his office where I saw Margot, his secretary for as long as I could recall. She gave her secretive smile as she told me that Dad would be ready to see us in a few minutes while she eyed Dan over like he was on the auction block. He did look good as I purposefully dressed him in his best fitting suit in order to try and show Dad that he was wrong about my man.

While we sat there in the waiting area, I gave a last thumb through of my paperwork as Dan scoured his phone for something to look at. The buzzer at Margot's desk went off and she stood as she informed us we could go into Dad's office. She knocked once on the door before opening it behind her back.

Dad sat behind his desk, as we entered, with a conceited grin on his face which told us he had already decided who was going to get what from this deal. As we nervously took our seats across from him, he informed Margot that he was not to be disturbed before she closed his door. The door closed with a finality that said we were now at his mercy.

He looked up and started things off by saying that Dan was wearing far too much clothing for his mind to work properly. Stand up, boy, and remove it, so he could think more clearly. I looked at Dan whose face was a mask of terror and I gave him a comforting smile as we both knew this was a bottom of the pile effort to resolve our situation.

He stood up and removed his dark blue tie before unbuttoning his shirt. As his chest slowly came into view I heard my dad growling. His eyes were all over my boyfriend's body as more of it came into view. When Dan got down to his shirt cuffs, I heard dad suck in a breath of air just before my honey slid the shirt off his muscular midriff.

As Dan stood there naked from the waist up, Dad added that he still wasn't thinking too clearly. Better lose the slacks as well. This time Dan just shot a nervous look as unfastened his leather belt and unbuttoned his pants as well. Then he bent over as he slid his slacks down his fuzzy legs and carefully folded them over the couch behind us.

As he stood there with his arms crossed over his smooth chest, breathing in rapid nervous spasms, my father sat behind his desk with his right hand blatantly rubbing the growing bulge in his lap.

Looking at me, Dad told me that I had chosen very wisely as Daniel is a very tasty young man. Then he told him to spin around so that he could appreciate the great effort he put into looking this amazing. As Dan began his spin, Dad stopped him and told him to drop his arms so that his hands were on his hips above the Gucci designer label on those well filled briefs.

As Dad openly massaged the growing lump in his crotch my baby spun around presenting his assets for assessment. I saw Dad paid considerable attention to his tight bubble ass and I suddenly felt very uncomfortable where this might be heading.

Dad then told Dan that he never made any deals without smoking one of his favorite Maduros. There in the little humidor on the third shelf of my cabinet by the windows. As I watched my man step over to the windows naked except for the tight briefs hugging his sexy frame, I saw Dad actually unzip his pants and pull his engorged member out. As Dan extracted a cigar from the small box, he picked it up and sniffed it before returning to the desk. When my boyfriend held it under his sharp nose, I heard my father sigh.

As Dan strutted back to the desk, this time behind it holding the cigar for Dad, Dad held out a cutter and a long wooden match for my man to finish the task. As we both watched my unskilled man clip the tip off the expensive cigar then lick the uncut end before inserting it into my Dad's quivering mouth. Dad's stern face broke out into a greedy smile as he pointed the cigar between his powerful jaws at my man who was now lighting the wooden match.

Dan held the lit match up for Dad to now light his cigar, which he did slowly, teasing my man as he puffed away until the match almost burnt down to his manicured fingertips. Then my man snubbed out the spent match in the cut glass ashtray and made an effort to step away. Quick as a flash, Dad's hand snatched Dan's hand and held him in place.

Then he looked at me and told me that I had until his cigar burnt down to make my bid for assistance. I looked at Dan and asked if he planned on holding my boyfriend's hand the entire time and Dad looked over with a sneer. Then he added that we both knew what this handsome fucker was going to be doing while the big boys talked. Then he slid his chair back a bit as his hardon stuck up firm and insistent.

Dan gasped at the sudden appearance of my old man's cock before the master of the room pulled his arm down, causing Dan to drop to his knees. Dad repositioned his free hand onto the back of Dan's head and guided him into his next pose. As he opened his mouth to protest, instead of words coming out of it, a thick hard cock went in.

Dad groaned a contented coo as his rod was swallowed up by my boyfriend. Then he added a compliment to Dan's sucking skills which had kicked in. As Dad sat there enjoying my boyfriend's oral skills I was mesmerized by the non reality of my current situation. After a minute of listening to my old man telling Dan to apply more suction or swallow that cock you sexy fucker he nudged me by informing me that If I was hoping to get money I better start talking.

I pulled out my folder of my monthly bills and the budget I had worked out, but I was completely distracted by seeing Dan bobbing up and down in my father's lap. The slurping noises added the occasional soundtrack to my plea for cash but I seriously doubted that Dad even heard a single word of my presentation. His right hand kept bringing the cigar up to steely mouth while his left would give the occasional nudge on the back of Dan's head as he forced him to go fully down on his flesh torpedo.

At one point I was drowned out by my Dad groaning that he didn't fucking care about any damned budget. He was fucking coming! The his hand went down in Dan's head as my baby started gagging and Dad started contorting as he seeded my honey's mouth and throat. He hollered so loudly as he came that I feared that Margot would come bursting into the room, but twenty some years as Dad's secretary had obviously taught her that this was fairly routine.

When Dad finally finished unloading down Dan's throat he released Dan's head and my baby started licking up my Dad's crotch. He is a professional! Dad stopped him though and told him he was going to want that slippery mess for the next part. Then he stood and told Dan to remove his pants for him. I watched my boyfriend slide my Dad's drawers down and then his own without being told. Then dad helped him to his feet and led him to the couch behind me and placed Dan face down on the plush sofa.

With Dan's clothing underneath him, Dan was then boarded by my father. Dad shoved his wet still engorged cock against my man's manscaped hole and spit on it as he pressed it against the portal. A few more ounces of spit and first his finger then his erection entered into Dan's inner sanctum. Dad was going for round two and it included breeding my man. And I didn't see any way of preventing it.

As Dad became fully inserted into Dan's hole, he growled again to show his approval of the situation. He began a steady fucking of my man on his couch and he grinned at his position of power. He snagged the cigar from between his teeth and while clutching it between his fingers he forced Dan's head into the cushions of the couch as he turned to me and flat out asked me how much I needed.

I stuttered as this was not the question I was expecting, and said five thousand would really help. Then he pressed down in Dan's head driving him face first into the couch as Dad fucked him like a maniac and said that it was a whole lot cheaper than your mother. And the ass is much sweeter. Done! Then he pulled out a couple puffs from his cigar butt before flicking it towards his desk. He then went manic as he wrapped both hands around Dan's waist as he fucked him like he was riding an electric bull.

Ever the pragmatist, I stepped to his desk and found the smoldering butt and placed it into the ashtray. I looked up in time to see my Dad with his mouth attached to Dan's neck as his hairy ass drove deep up my man's backside as another loud grunt was released. Dan was howling as well as Dad had two fingers in his mouth like he was trying to catch catfish.

A short while later found Dad sitting on the couch with my man face down in his lap, busy slurping up any stray cum. I never realized just how fixated that Dan was but he obviously had a cum fetish. Either that or he wasn't taking any chances that Dad might want a third fuck.

As Dad redressed he told me to leave my banking info with Margot and he'd wire the money into my account. Then added that if we needed any more I could just send sexy bitch there to see me. I wouldn't need to come. Although I think you'd cum any way.

Also, if that shithole of a car gives out anytime soon, I gotta great deal for you. Gary over at the Lexus dealer owes me a favor and he would make you a good swap with a bit of negotiating. He's got a thing for muscular twinks in his office. Then he slid his meaty left hand down Dan's backside.

He answered with a gravitas, which was his usual demeanor. The man could be having an earth shattering orgasm and he'd probably have the same response.

Relieved, I asked him what's up and he replied that he was clearing some of his back pasture and was hoping that I could help him. Be an all day Saturday thing at this point.

Well Dad rarely asked for help so I took his request seriously. I replied that I was free. In fact we both were free. Jake turned his head as he heard me offering his services.

Dad replied that he wasn't so sure Jake could handle tough work like that, but I'm sure I've got something he could do. Just remember to wear long sleeve clothes as there's a shit load of briars and brambles. We'll create a big burn pile and get rid of it as we go.

I was kind of surprised to hear dad say that about Jake as he's fairly sturdy and I kind of thought he was developing a stronger opinion of him since he hired him on his construction team as supply manager. Guess that's where he puts the guys who don't appear to be overly macho.

On Saturday Jake and I drove over to Dad's place in the middle of fucking nowhere. It was surrounded by dense overgrowth and wild animals. No neighbors, which is just how dad wanted it. Ever since Mom left him and moved a state away he's been more and more withdrawn into himself. If he didn't have his business to run I think he'd be there at his nature reserve all the time.

We drove the half mile driveway to his home and parked beside his oversized pickup truck with the dualie wheels and the tool box in the bed that was big enough to sleep in. He was out the door before I turned the engine off with a cup of coffee in his flannel suit. Good thing it was supposed to be a bit cool today.

We walked around the house to a big yard that had potential to be a nice rest spot, once all the brush was cleaned out. There was a fire pit towards the creek which cut along the back edge of his property that would do nicely for the removal of the detritus and we began there.

Within a half hour we had access to the ring of stones and had built a small pile of dried out branches and lit it. Jake seemed to understand that this was his area now and set up shop there. Dad directed me to the timber line which was the edge of his field of clearance. Each armed with a sharp machete we cleared the medium sized growth down to the ground so that grass would have a chance to begin growing when we finished. We carried armload after armload to Jake who slowly fed it to the smoky pit. I remembered how green wood smoked and suddenly didn't feel that Jake got the easy job.

Once we had a good sized area cleared by the trees, I stepped over to creek to release my bladder which was ready to dispel the large coffee I had drunk earlier. As u was pissing away I was suddenly joined by Dad who decided that I had a good idea. That and I think he wanted to make sure his land was still being claimed by him.

I looked over at him and grinned when I saw his thick cock pissing away. "Goddam that things big enough to plug any leak. If you'd been on the Titanic that fucker would've made it!!'

He gave a chuckle as he shook of the last few drops and said that it was too bad you didn't get my monster. Looks like your Uncle Richie instead. Your momma's side unfortunately isn't too blessed.

I countered with the fact it didn't matter as he wasn't fucking using it any more. Should we perhaps find him a good knot hole over on those pine trees? Hehehe.

He just sighed and said that I was right. The last few I hooked up with were just too fucking frightened of its size. I mean it is kinda scary based on how big it is. He grabbed it and showed it off by wrapping his calloused fingers around the thickness of the dick. All I've managed really was to get a little head and that's because all they could get in their mouths was just the head. Don't get me wrong, it felt good but I remembered how good it felt sinking it all the way inside a tight pussy.

The one slut I found who wasn't afraid to take it said I had to wrap a rubber on it because the husband would be furious otherwise. Can you imagine how fucking impossible it is to get this thing in a rubber?

I mean first there isn't one big enough. It's like putting a gallon of milk into a cup. You can try but the only thing that's gonna happen is the container being destroyed. I've split a few condoms in my times. And it's too fucking tight if I do manage to get one on. You wouldn't understand having that average dick of yours. I wanted to tell that husband to just fuck off. If he were satisfying the slut I wouldn't be faced with that situation anyway! Needless to say I ended up with a fucking blowjob instead. Was a little better but this monster is NEVER going down a throat. My load did though! Hehehe.

I just stood there completely in awe at this side of my dad. I never it existed. He always seemed so stiff and formal and yet here he was commiserating with me over the difficulties of getting laid. I looked over at Jake who was adding more briars to the fire as the wet branches popped in response. I remembered how good his ass felt around my dick and suddenly was in need of a good wank.

To try and get my head on right, I told my dad that he should just fuck her in the ass. No chance of creating any children and I read that an asshole can stretch so that a small critter could climb inside. I'm sure she could handle it. And if the husband doesn't like other men fucking her ass, he should please her well enough that she doesn't go looking for other dicks. Not her fault the she found a fuckung huge one!!

Dad just looked at me and said that he was glad he decided to talk to me about this. I wasn't sure how you'd react but I can see that you are just the same level headed guy that I am. It feels good to know that we are so alike in our thinking.

Then he called over to Jake to come join us. I was a bit nervous to have my man see dad's equipment since he hadn't put it back inside his pants yet. When Jake got closer he saw our dicks still exposed and his eyes got big. He looked at Dad and said,"Yeah, Boss?"

Dad just grinned and said that away from work he could just call him Dad. Or Daddy, if he preferred. My eyes fit huge for a brief moment over that comment.

Dad continued to ask Jake if he recalled the conversation they had had in his office Thursday? Jake's face went pale as he nodded. Dad then added that Chris here agrees with me. In fact he said I should fucking do as I want over the protestations of the husband. Then he gripped his still exposed erection and added that he couldn't help being three times the size of the husband and if he didn't want his bitch to go looking for other dick he should see to her or his needs.

My radar had been pinging me that there was a problem in this situation and with that added pronoun it became obvious. I knew who that husband was.

Dad concluded that I had told him that he should feel free to fuck the slut up the ass as it was flexible enough to admit me and I wouldn't have to wear a rubber as I wouldn't be in danger of impregnating you. So I believe the bet was if I could get his blessing you'd take me in front of him. Go ahead boy, get it wet and sloppy cause you're going to need it.

Jake looked at me and raised his eyebrows, before removing his gloves and dripping to his knees. Without so much as a word, he leaned over and wrapped his lips around my father's thick knob. Dad grunted and said that the head is actually better when the cuckold husband is watching. I guess sex really is a mental game. Oh fuck Jake, take it deeper!

I watched my man trying to swallow the fucking anaconda stretching out of my dad's pants. There was a lot of snuffling as Jake's mouth leaked spittle around the pop can thick cock stuffed into it. He tried to deep throat it, but there was no way it was going into his throat. After a couple minutes of the effort dad pulled out with his hefty member glistening in the late morning haze.

"Strip boy," was all that Dad said as Jake stood up and removed his clothes. The lithe figure stood between us as dad unbuttoned his shirt and let his pants drop to the newly cleared area. He pointed to a sturdy tree for Jake to cling to as he lined his spit covered dick up with Jake's pulsating hole, eagerly puckering against the tip behind him. Dad reached out and hugged Jake from behind as he pressed his broad dick head into the tightly scrunched pucker. Dad told him to open up, as it will hurt like a mother otherwise. I panicked and just kissed my baby, diverting his attention long enough for dad to insert into him.

Jake's scream echoed through my mouth as he felt the conquering cock enter his hole. I released the kiss and stared into my man's wet eyes. He looked so small at that moment as he acclimatized to the thick fuck stick in his ass. Dad gently kissed his neck giving me a sign that he didn't need my help as he continued kissing Jake's face until he turned the face towards him and kissed him like a long lost lover.

I was so turned on just by the deep passionate kiss the two were sharing. I could see the muscles standing out in Jake's neck as he was slurping dad's tongue into his mouth and then visiting dad's mouth back with his own. The passion was very real as I saw Dad grinding his hips while advancing his penile penetration of Jake's ass chute.

The groaning of pain subsided into moaning of joy from Jake as his body became right sized to handle dad's massive pecker. I saw Dad begin to cycle his thrusts as he began a slow in and out thrusting of his erection, swiveling his hips so that his cock was rubbing against every surface inside my honey's back end.

I heard the kiss end with the release of the suction between their mouths as dad gripped Jake and held him steady as he began a more insistent fucking. The tree began rustling it's leaves as the humping against its trunk sent vibrations all along the sturdy oak. As things became more heated, dad walked Jake backward to a large rock which he had Jake kneel over. Once Jake was repositioned, he reinserted and began to fuck him like he was a prize he earned at the county fair.

The sound the two made made me think of a barnyard as Jake was moaning and grunting while dad was huffing and puffing while he gave my man a rough pounding. Someone was going to be bruised tomorrow.

I lost all sense of propriety as I openly jerked off a load which landed on a pile of debris that was destined to be burned. I called out as the first blast left my cock and dad looked up in time to witness blasts two through six. It must've done him proud to see his boy shoot so masculinely since dad howled as his hips froze in a position of fully immersed fuck and shook as he came deep inside Jake.

For his part, Jake just continued groaning like a cat in heat while dad bred his hole deeper than he'd ever been fucked before. When dad finally composed himself, he slowly withdrew his cum covered cannon from Jake's ass and walked back over to the creek to take another piss.

I went over to comfort Jake only to have dad interrupt us with a reminder that the day is going to start getting hit soon. The he grabbed a pair of shorts from the ground and ripped a large piece of cloth and shoved it up Jake's leaking hole. He said that the leaking jizz would just draw bugs and we've got at least another two or three hours to go. Now I suggest you put your clothes back on as those briars would love to scratch your soft skin raw, boys.

As we continued the clearance of the field, I kept staring the cum covered boulder that Jake had been lying on and wishing it had been me that made him cum so much. I carried the load of cum soaked branches over to the fire Jake was once again tending and I imagined a new cologne called Smoky Semen and chuckled as I dropped the branches near the burnt down pile. I would be reminded of it later on the ride home as Jake sat beside in the truck smelling like a cross between dad's load still leaking around the plug up his ass and the smoke which was firmly embedded into his clothes.

Meanwhile the rest of us had to take life a little more seriously. We studied to pass the classes and struggled with our hormonal imbalances while trying to appear as normal as we could. He on the other hand got to act up and be the fool, the fun cool guy because he could.

His name was Greg Pickett and I was destined to be in his shadow. Not only had life given him the money card, but it decided to hand him a few other bonus cards. He had the big dick card as was evidenced by ninth grade gym class. The first day of class ended in us changing back to our school clothes and he was immediately the center of attention because he was Pickett.

While the rest of us were self consciously trying to hide our equipment as we changed, Greg walked around naked with his seven inches flopping around and smacking everyone else in the chest with it. He'd laugh at our reaction and zero in on the ones he figured to be gay. Then he'd do his patented little quip, " gotta lick it like a Pickett before you stick it" then he'd waggle this obscenely long tongue at you.

Everyone hated that fucking tongue but personally wished he had it instead. At the time we were learning why it was such a bonus feature to have when Lisa Frederickson melted over hearing about it. Wasn't a few weeks later that we all heard about how she practically threw herself at Pickett until he took her on a date. The story of her begging him to tongue her out was legendary. She didn't care but it was a one time thing. Had she returned the favor with the fervor she wore to get it, she might've had a few more chances at it, but she was too focused on getting her twat tongued by the class lothario.

Word spread through the school and Greg was elevated to a mythical status. And of course he rubbed it in our faces. Any time someone would achieve something, he'd be there in the background wiggling his large tongue and all focus would be back on him.

He made it a mission to tongue out as many of our classmates as he could and it was rumored by the time we graduated he managed all but six girls and half the female staff, including teachers, secretaries and lunch ladies. By that time he had added his dick to the mix and was truly living up to his mantra. With his unit having matured to a full eight and a half inch height, it seemed the gods were just enjoying laughing at the rest of us.

At college where I got my degree in veterinary medicine, I learned more about me and discovered why I had such animosity towards Greg. I finally came out and realized that I was so upset because I never got to experience his advances. I would've risked exposure just to be under his amazing tongue and schlong. Truth was I still would, but that ship had long sailed.

He was an upper management scion of his Grandpa's company and I had no chance of that. Instead I worked my Monday thru Friday job at the animal clinic helping dogs that got hit on the road and cows that were experiencing difficulty during delivery of a calf, it was calming and satisfying but not completely fulfilling. I still was alone and was destined to be so in this conservative quagmire of barely acceptance.

Day in, day out I worked and went home. Rinse and repeat. Finally Dad decided I needed to get out there and have a little fun. I kept myself in decent shape and he decided that a gym membership would be an ideal gift for me. So as of my twenty-fourth birthday I was a member of the Golds Gym. On weekends we'd go and work out in the mornings and then spend the afternoon doing something like hiking or swimming. It was therapy at its finest.

A few months of this I started feeling better about myself and actually looked forward to the weekend. I was actually hopeful I might meet my future husband as well, which is what Dad was hoping for, I think.

Then one Saturday morning it all went to hell in a hand basket. While we were working out on the free weights, I heard a familiar voice behind me saying that they must just let anyone in here. I quickly turned to see Greg standing there with a grin on his face as he stood there in his expensive form fitting workout clothes. He waited for me to say his name, like he wanted to be addressed as royalty. And I fucking did it.

He puffed up as he shook my hand with his soft mitt and asked how I was, meanwhile taking in all the guys around us. Dad just gave me a worried look but I calmed it by making small talk. The gym went back to its normal pattern as I paused in my workout to chat. Turns out he has heard about me coming out and saying that he wasn't surprised as most of the guys in our class wanted a piece of this then reached down and cupped his more than healthy bulge.

I bristled inside as his insinuation had hit so close to home. He added that he himself found guys to be somewhat attractive and had begun to add them to his choices of people he blessed with his more than average appendages. Then he waggled that fucking tongue again and I was lost like a deer in the headlights watching it snake out between his full lips. He grinned as he told me that he enjoyed eating out an ass almost as much as a pussy. Guess it's a good thing I have so much time to master my craft, right? Then he waved his wet tongue again.

Then he said his farewell as he said that he joined this place to broaden his scope of possible sex sluts. Kind of greedy of me not to share my wealth with the town. There's a lot of hot guys in here that don't know how lucky they're about to be!! Then he was gone but definitely not forgotten.

Dad rejoined me as soon as Greg was out of earshot and asked who that was and I replied that he was an old school mate and dropped it. Then he smiled and said that he didn't recall your class being populated by Greek gods as he gripped my arm and we both laughed as we got back to our work out.

An hour later we were ready to pack it in and we headed back to the locker room. As I fetched my shampoo out of my locker, dad said hed be in the showers and headed back. As I was unlocking my locker, there was the unmistakable voice again bragging about how it was time to make someone's day. Hell I'm feeling good, maybe two someone's and he laughed. I turned to face my high school tormentor who saw me and smiled as he stuck out his tongue and said lick it before you stick it and then hefted his big dick in the air. I think it was bigger than I remember as I watched it sway side to side as he waltzed back to the showers.

I snapped out of my lust infused daydream as I heard him say which of you daddies wants to experience the Pickett Penis? Then he added that he was feeling generous and all three of you win. I immediately headed back to find Greg surrounded by three guys kneeling on the floor with one face buried on his cock. As I scanned the faces I recognized dad on the left with his hand massaging Greg's balls.

Greg looked up at me and told me " Sorry buddy, I only wanted real men today" then he grabbed the guy off to left with dad and pulled their heads together with the guy who was trying to swallow his lengthy cock.

I stood there in awe as I watched dad mouth hugging Greg's balls while the other two were kissing around the erect shaft. As they kept mixing it up, Greg looked up again and laughed at me, before adding that "guys were bigger sluts than women. Just look at them trying to be the prime fag for me, like I'm only going to fuck one of them. I want to breed as many as I can!

But first we must follow my rule. On your knees bitches! Head down, ass up! I don't fuck it until I prime it. And with me, I gotta lick it before I stick it!!"

As dad and his two cohorts offered up their muscular hairy asses, I saw Greg go face first into their cracks with his wet dripping tongue leading the way. I gazed back and saw Greg's amazing pecker throbbing as it dripped onto the wet shower floor before I heard a low gutteral groan from dad. I snapped back up to see my old classmate rimming him. Greg's hands were on either ass cheek as his jaw writhed, trying to gain access of his anal depths. After a few minutes, Greg raised his head and slid his hips forward as he buried his prick up my old man's saliva drenched hole. Dad grunted out in pain briefly as Greg embedded himself into his ass.

While he fucked dad, he went face first into Dan Browning's dad and began his ritual all over. Greg raised his head briefly as he instructed the third guy to get behind him and lick his balls to help speed up the process. I have to admit that Greg had perfected his form as he skillfully worked the three guys.

By then a small group had gathered in the doorway with me helping Greg get his message out about his prowess. They were as rapt as I was at the spectacle occurring in the showers. I was taking the whole scene in when I heard a low growl coming from Greg. He raised his head as gripped Dad's ass and loaded his hole up with cum.

He paused briefly as he exited Dad's ass and slid over to Mr. Browning and inserted anew. As Dan's dad howled from the intrusion, I secretly smiled at Dad's much more macho acceptance of the huge hole wrecker. The mailman slid his body into the space formerly occupied by Dan's dad and was rewarded by getting that infamous tongue poked up his hole. Greg began the process again but stopped briefly when he lifted his head and looked at Dad and told him to get that mouth on his balls bitch!

Dad scooted over and began licking those hairy orbs like he could find gold. Once again the three way scene was going full tilt as Greg was fucking the three men. He lasted longer this time but ended up breeding Mr. Browning just like my dad.

As the final switch was made, Dad slid into the first position again thinking that he was getting his ass eaten out again. Greg told him he wasn't eating any cum, even though it was the fine semen I made. You want it eaten out go see that fag and pointed at me. The whole room focused on me as I felt so vulnerable, until Greg began fucking the mailman and Mr. Browning began licking those twice emptied balls.

I looked up into Dad's face and felt shame at being gay even though I knew there was no need. Then a hand on my shoulder pushed me and told me to go ahead fag, eat it out. We want to see that. They didn't know who I was or for that matter who Dad was. Just that they were horny and the idea of watching a fag eating the cum out of a bred asshole sounded fucking hot.

I knelt as Dad walked over and bared his hole in my face. I could see the cum leaking out his abused hole and I felt a strong hand grab my head and push my face against it. Instinct kicked in as I opened up and tasted Greg's load. It was nice. Of course it would be. I licked again only this time more forcefully as I gathered more of the load on my tongue. I felt boners against my back as I cleaned up the load only to have another added to Dad's ass cheek from a watcher. Then another. I ate a number of loads that day off my Dad's offered ass.

I had chores, even though I was now 20 years old and whenever he did his work from home zoom meetings I was required to be monitoring my cell phone as he might need me to fetch him something, like papers from his desk or even just a drink because he got thirsty. I knew it was a power move but I could deal with it. Playing fetch for him was a hell of a lot cheaper than paying rent along with utilities and groceries.

I got the chance to actually go have an interview for a clerk position for a publishing firm downtown, which just happen to focus on porn, and I was pumped. I mean, working at a smut center was the ultimate dream job to a young guy with a constant hormonal imbalance.

The only problem was that the day after I got the appointment, dad let me know that he would need me to be home for a zoom meeting with his bosses. When I told him I had plans, he asked if these plans included looking for an apartment? I just shook my head and went on my way.

I had to interview so I came up with a plan. I would get Gary to come over and monitor my phone for me so I could interview. I got to talk with the smut brothers and dad still got to be important. What could go wrong?

On the day of my interview, dad got set up and ten minutes into his meeting, I left out to my interview. I assumed that things were going fine since I had to leave my phone at home with Gary. The interview went swimmingly and I not only got the job but also a guided walk through the center along with a welcome package of five magazines of my choice.

As I pulled into our driveway, I was surprised to see that dad was still in his home office in front of his laptop. I had been gone for at least three hours with my successful interview and his zoom meetings rarely go over an hour. I hope that Gary found the snacks in the kitchen as he must be starving by now.

I grabbed my sack of reading material and headed inside to find my best bud looking a little worn out. Somewhere between the time I left and returned, he had lost his T-shirt and there looked like something had dried across his upper chest.

I asked him if everything was okay after apologizing for how long Dad's meeting had gone. He just gave me a lost look with a sneaky grin. He replied that he didn't mind being Daddy's personal assistant. Daddy? What the hell happened while I was out?

Just then I heard the loud buzzing from my phone, telling me that someone just texted. I looked at my phone to see a message from Dad stating that he accidentally dropped a very important paper onto the floor. Could I be a blessing and come retrieve it for him?

Well hell, if his meeting was still going he's probably madder than a wet hen and likely irritable to boot. I told Gary to sit still as he'd done a lot for me already. Then I did the standard tap on the door and went into Dad's office. He was sitting at his table overlooking the backyard with his eyes focused on his screen. As I stepped around the table quietly I looked down to fetch the papers. That's when I saw it.

Dad was sitting there all dressed for success with his business shirt on with his headset on to keep the ambient noise to a minimum. As I bent over to fetch the paper that must be under the table, I saw that the shirt was just window dressing as below he wasn't wearing anything. Freaky bastard!!

I then typed into my phone a message... Where's the papers?

He looked up with a start and smiled. Then he typed back that he hadn't actually dropped them. He was hoping that he'd get one more blowjob from Gary. The guy has a mouth like a dream. He's already swallowed two loads. Would've been three but he underestimated the volume of your Dad's cum blasts.

When he came in the first time I was taken aback that it wasn't you. But the way his eyes stayed on me seeing how I was wearing just underwear and the shirt. I figured I might be in luck. I slid my shorts off before texting him again about a dropped paper and the effort received the best head I had gotten in years.

He stood behind my screen with shrugged shoulders as I pointed down with my hand off to the side. I heard his gasp then felt a warm moisture as his lips combined around my knob. His mouth was so intense in its efforts to swallow my nut I almost said something out loud. It became a real challenge not to give myself away to the board members as your friend actually deep throated my dick. As Mr. Dawson was reciting a few clauses from a contract that the board was considering signing I gave a low cough as I shot off into Gary's suctioning mouth. My coughs covered the noise of my grunting as well as the noise from Gary sputtering below my table.

I apologized for the outburst from me to the board and Dawson continued his reading of the addenda. Meanwhile Gary crawled out from under the table and he looked like he'd been through a typhoon. He had cum all over his face and shirt covering a wild eyed stare that couldn't be mistaken for anything but pure lust. I didn't think you had any gay friends but I can safely say that Gary is.

A half hour later I texted that I needed a drink. Gary typed back coffee, water, coke? I knew I was in luck as he hadn't left. I wrote water was fine and two minutes later I heard the knock followed by the door opening. The glass of water was set down beside my laptop and I saw a shadow slide down under my station. I was happily surprised as round two began and the tight lips once again wrapped around my shaft.

Just then Old Man Jenkins asked for my assessment of the Withers Project and I complied by pulling up my prepared slides and talked to the board about my perceptions of the proposal submitted by their firm. I ended it with endorsing their proposal while nutting down your friend's throat. This time was much smoother as he was a little better prepared.

He then stood up with a smirk on his face as he wiped the spit from his chin and left. That was the best presentation I had ever given and I hoped at least one person figured out I was nutting in someone off screen.

When I said I could use his help again, he replied okay but this time mute the call, Daddy. Daddy, huh, well all right!! I had the call muted as the door opened and Gary entered. He didn't even stop to pantomime anything. He just went to the other side of the table from me and made a todo about dropping his pants before dropping to his knees and backing up to me. I felt his lightly hairy ass cheeks bump against my open legs moments before his lubed hole smacked against my erection. Yes!!

I felt the tight pucker push around the head of my meaty pole as his ring gave way and slid over my cock. Jesus Christ!! It was all I could do to keep a neutral face as his tight ass captured my seasoned prong and began sliding onto it.

I could hear him groaning as my dick slid in further then I felt his ass underneath my balls as I slid the rest of the way in. Fortunately the chair was wrapping up his remarks so I wouldn't be expected to add anything to his comments. I just nodded a lot and looked supportive. I hadn't gotten laid in weeks and even longer since I fucked a tight ass. This was something out of a highly erotic fantasy. My hands slowly made their way under the table as my ass slid down in my chair to facilitate fucking your friend.

As I could feel my impending eruption, I grasped Gary around the waist and gave a couple thrusts under the table, causing him to grunt loudly before my balls unleashed another volley of Daddy cum right up his backside. I felt the cool room air surround my shaft as Gary slid forward off my crank. He stood and made a show of sliding up his drawers as my boss was concluding the meeting and thanking everyone for remaining attentive until the end.

I texted a question to dad. Is it over now? He just grinned and texted that he's been sitting here with a boner trying to figure out a way for one more blowjob. Do me a solid and don't let on to Gary that I'm done, huh?

I just grinned as I walked back out of the room. When I got to the kitchen table I saw Gary sitting there with a guilty look on his used face. I just said 'Slut' and grinned. He mocked indignation before asking me why I never mentioned that my Dad was so fucking virile? Big cock and shoots a fucking blast of cum. I just grinned as I told him that Dad was asking for his services one last time as Jenkins is wrapping things up in there.

Gary gave me a sarcastic glance. Jenkins is my uncle. He's been done with that meeting for over an hour. He told me to mute him as the other board members were laughing at his groans each time I blew him.

As he stood, he rubbed his belly and said that he had one more load before he went home and changed out of my fuck clothes. By the way, you owe me for this! I hope you got that job.

They already had a good portion of the structure built but they needed to complete the facility in time for the autumnal influx into our area of the indigent community. Plus I saw that some of the guys who had volunteered were exactly the kind of men I wouldn't mind hanging around in my days off.

Fortunately, my boyfriend Zach was also on board with the goodwill effort even though he didn't attend services with me as he didn't think the church was a good fit for him. He had stayed away from organized religion ever since his parents forced him to undergo conversion therapy in high school because their church deemed it the appropriate thing to do. I considered this a step in the right direction as at least he got to meet with some of the guys in my church and see that not all Christians were the sanctimonious assholes that he had been lead to believe they were.

When we arrived at the new facility, we were separated according to our strengths. Since I had a history as a carpenter a while back, they placed me with this muscular stud named Hank. He led the Holy Hammer Brigade and we were responsible for assisting with building a while shit load of cabinets for the three dormitory rooms so that guests would have places to store their few valuables while staying with them.

Zach was placed into the sorting storing squad who were responsible for maintaining order with the supplies for the effort. He was teamed up with a guy named Atilla and he looked like a muscular victor home from the battle. I knew Zach would love working under him as Atilla was both attractive as fuck with his broad hairy chest glistening under the lights and projected a fun caring persona that made everyone want to be with him, regardless of their sexual preference.

I guess I should tell you that my church wasn't a regular holy Bible thumping crowd. We are believers who feel that God would have had to have been a poly sexual being in order to understand all of us. Yes there was Mary Magdalene, but he also hung out with a big group of guys as well. Bromance didn't start in the 21st century!! I mean, he was in his late 20s and still living at home with his mother. Hello?

But enough about the inclusivity of our faith and probably my misunderstanding of our tenets, the overall thing is that we don't have the right to judge God's children, he does. He told us to just love them until he gets back home to set things right.

And one of the ways we show our love is by helping others out, like building shelter for folks who are down in their luck. So while I was pounding wood with Hank, Zach was Atilla's army of one in the battle to keep things in line at the ersatz store room.

An hour into things as we were starting to get sweaty and dirty while cutting boards and connecting them to create efficient sturdy shelving, I started hearing more of the chatter amongst the guys. They were talking about how they couldn't wait to taste the special treat was going to be making for lunch. Did you see the tasty new meat they gave him to work with?

Well I got kinda pumped as these guys were obviously talking about my baby Zach. Every guy likes to hear when others confirm that he made a good choice about something, like his mate. They were talking about him describing his nice frame and delectable ass. Well I was not expecting this. Not the kind of talk you'd expect from a church group.

One of the locals mentioned that he loves a tight ass because you know that it's gonna be so sweet to eat. The rest chuckled and added their two cents worth. One guy added that he bet Atilla was probably already working his magic balls on the new guy getting him ready to please a room full!

Another added that Atilla's balls alone are a room full! To which they all laughed again. Well I didn't like the way this conversation was going. I mean who doesn't like a little dirty talk while working but come on guys, this is going a bit far. Then I remembered that not even the guys from my church knew Zach because he didn't attend services, so I decided to cut them slack and not raise any fuss.

Still I was a little concerned from the tenor of the conversation. So at the earliest opportunity I slipped away to hit the can, but really I wanted to check in on Zach.

As I passed the group in the middle auditorium who were nailing up the final wall boards and sealing the room from the outside, I asked where I could find the storage center. They looked at me like I was crazy so I just asked where Atilla was. They smiled and pointed down a hallway towards what would become the kitchen. Then one guy handed me a box of finishing nails that they weren't going to need and asked me to return it for him.

So I marched towards the storeroom with my box of nails more sure if myself now that I had a reason to be there. I opened the door and walked into the big square room where several folding had been set up around some makeshift tables, obviously the room where the guys had been eating.

At first I didn't see anyone then I heard a low groaning from behind some boxes set up against a wall. There i could see the congenial face of the fellow I had admired at the beginning of the day. He was still shirtless and it looked like he might have stripped his work pants as well. Not cool.

As I came into better view I saw that indeed I was right as he was naked. And I could see he was stroking his cock. Where the fuck was Zach?

He looked over his shoulder at me and gave me a goofy grin that I'm sure put so many men at ease. The only thing was the smug bastard didn't even stop stroking his dick, even though he saw me. Then I saw something I couldn't comprehend. His cock was immense. About eight inches long but incredibly thick. It was as big around as a pizza on its side. And underneath it were two garbage bags, I thought. Then I saw that there were pubes growing on them. Holy fuck, were those his nuts?

Now I thought back to when I first saw him this morning and I was certain that I would've noticed something so extremely out of place as those balls. Still he smiled as he continued stroking his immensely oversized equipment. I remembered why I had come in here as I held out the box of nails and that's when I saw the last bit of non reality. Jutting from the end of his stretchy eight inch cock were two feet. What the hell kind of madness was this? Could he actually walk on it as well? There was so much surreal facts being thrown my way that I believed he could. As I started laughing to myself at thought of him racing down the street on this, one of the feet slipped inside his dick head. That's when the reality hit me. Those weren't HIS feet. The tattoo on the ankle of a cute teddy bear told me that I knew whose ankles they were.

I had just then put two and two together and came up with one missing boyfriend. The box dropped from my hands as I watched Atilla reach down and slide the other foot inside his monster dick and as the toes slid past the head and down the shaft, I saw the flexible shaft start to shrink back to its normal huge shape. In the matter of two minutes Atilla was standing there stroking his big fucking dick now just the diameter of a silver dollar.

His huge balls underneath him were moving around like a bag full of jello trying to get out. I saw vague human shapes pressed up against the walls of his scrotum, a hand here, a face there, even a hard dick at one point. When I finally got my mind together, I just asked how?

He smiled and said that he was blessed with the ability to take the least of our brethren and turn them into a bounteous harvest for the rest. On Saturdays Pastor Red assigns the next offering to me and I provide the guys with a full potion if the proceeds. I'm not really any good with construction, but I can provide enough nutrition for the whole team. And in return I get the added benefit of a little bit more added to my equipment.

This unknown fellow was a sure gift today. I made sure he got to sample my heavenly tool first. He was so happy as he tried to deep throat me. When he finally made me shoot my load he greedily swallowed my jizz and gripped my ass like he might fall away. As if!

When he finished drawing my snake it started growing in his mouth and it was all he could do to remove it from his lips. The growing shaft attached itself to his face as he tried to pull away from my engorging shaft and scrotum. As he struggled he just quickened the growth.

In no time his head was sliding into my stretchy piss hole and his sexy face was looking inside of me towards his final resting spot. I had time to cut away his clothes as his body struggled to free itself. But once my equipment catches someone, it doesn't release until it's churned him into a protein drink. Here feel how my balls are churning this guy now. Like a hundred mortar and pestles grinding him into a delicious salty yet sweet beverage.

I felt what could have been mistaken for the kick of an unborn child. The balls had started to reduce in size now as well.

Atilla uncrossed his arms and swiped a finger across the head of his dick and moaned in response to the taste. He told me that the first batch is definitely the best and I knew this one would be incredible. Didn't look like he smoked or drank and I can tell from the clean taste. He was right of course, Zach didn't smoke as he thought it was just gross and the last drink we had was the celebratory toast at new years.

He took another swipe and swished around in his mouth and groaned as he swallowed. He looked at me and grinned again as he declared that he could taste the sweet undertones of my favorite summer fruit, watermelon.

Son of a bitch! How did this mother fucker figure that out? We split a small melon last night as a treat. I remember watching the juices run down his mouth and neck. Now he had become the juices for somebody else.

Reality hit me as I realized just how messed up this whole affair had become. As I was becoming a bit more angry at how someone so casually talked about devouring my partner, three guys came in the room. It was Hank and two guys from the Hammer Brigade looking for me.

When they saw me in front of Atilla with his immense but shrinking nutsack, they simply asked him if everything was all right?

Atilla just sighed and said that the new fellow was just learning of our secret ritual here and actually helped me churn the latest choice of P. Red. Guess what guys, watermelon!!

The three broke into smiles and tried to swipe Atilla's cock head, but he just smacked their hands and told them they had to wait for lunch. Then with a grin he added that he hoped that they were hungry as it feels like my boys are mass producing today. Might gave enough for leftovers for during the week!

Then Hank raised his hand and reminded everyone that this was communion week and Pastor will want to make sure that everyone gets a taste. Then he finishes off the chalice like the good lord would want. Best get all you want today.

They then escorted me back to the work room where a set of shelves were waiting for me to put them together. The guys were talking all about the last time Atilla churned watermelon flavored spunk and the room had a light mood for the rest of the day.

Well dad had me shadow a few of the guys to pick up the gist of what they were doing so I didn't get hurt and I didn't end up fucking up too bad and costing the company a lot of money.

We were building a structure that would eventually become a manufacturing center and there was a lot to do. I worked Gene who was pouring concrete floors. He was a burly brash guy with an ugly personality. He called everybody asshole and did as he pleased. I basically pushed a board around wet cement for four hours to smooth out surfaces while listening to him complain about how hard he had to work.

After lunch thankfully I was moved to trail Ben who was overseeing the painting of the finished walls in the office area and he was trouble for me. You see, Ben was hot! He was a bad boy walking around shirtless flexing his muscles more than need be. I think he did it to practice for posing at the club afterwards. We spent an hour straight just carting five gallon buckets of paint from the storehouse to the work areas. It was hard work after the first five minutes and by the time I carried my fifth bucket, my arms were burning.

He noticed and chuckled about what a softie I was. I thought to myself that I'd be his softie if he'd fuck me with that promising bulge in his pants. I might have said something but I heard the guys joking about fucking the fag that Old Man Jackson hired and then they'd do a mock thrusting of their hips and laugh, so I learned where they stood with gays. So I kept quiet about my desires.

An hour in there was a little commotion at the fence line as two hookers were patrolling the street and some guys were trying to chat them up. Ben went over and interacted as well before breaking it up and sending everyone back to work. As we carried the yellow paint up to the machine shop area, Ben grousled that he sure would have enjoyed a quick sample of those two hos back there.

I just tried really hard to focus on carrying the heavy bucket of paint and not think about this hot gruff alpha pounding pussy with a thick hard cock. Oh shit I was getting hard and in my effort to not expose my desires, I wasn't watching where I was going and I bumped into a cement wall and surprise, the wall won. I bounced back and went ass over teacups with the bucket lid popping off and spilling paint everywhere.

Ben saw the mess and called for the foreman, my dad. Shit! When dad got there he saw the mess and the glint in Ben's eyes and told me I needed to go to the shed and retrieve some plastic wrap, towels and empty buckets. He looked at Ben who was still excited from the mess and the hos and he said that I needed to talk with Larry and fill out an incident report as well.

Well I didn't know who this Larry was and I started to ask but Ben just turned to me and said that I heard him, grunt, get going!

Well I didn't need second warning. I turned and headed outside to the tool shed. I was collecting the supplies as dad ordered but I couldn't find any empty buckets. While I was seeking them out in the back corner, a cocky guy asked me what I needed. I told him that I had made a bit of a mess carrying paint and was told to get this and some buckets.

He showed me where the empties were placed after they cleaned them up. Then he asked me if I was working with Ben? I replied that I was, but I think he wasn't too happy with me. Ever since the ladies at the fence he was fucking irritable as hell. I almost felt bad for my dad when I left.

Your dad? Who's that?

Bill, the foreman.

Foreman Fag has a kid?

Huh? What are you saying about my dad?

Kid your old man has sucked more dick on the sites than all the hookers who hang around us. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if Ben hadn't tripped you just to get some alone time with him. Specially if there were some beauties flaunting their wares. I just figured he was having me on so I just nodded and scooped up my stuff. Before I left I asked him where I could find this Larry guy I was supposed to see about an incident report.

He just chuckled and said that Larry is over at the main office by the front gate. If I were you, I'd drop this shit off at the spill before making that trip. I thanked him and carried everything back up to the mess I made on the the third floor. As I climbed the stairwell I listened for any signs that there was still hostility but surprisingly there wasn't any noise. As I reached the top stair I heard a shifting of something followed by a low grunt.

I crept forward and looked around the doorway to see Ben's muscular backside as he was stuffing his pecker up my old man's ass. What the hell??

Dad was leaning over the bucket Ben had carried and was naked from the waist down. There was yellow paint on his knees and he was groaning about how bad he needed this fuck.

Ben gripped his hips as he began pounding his ass like he was punishing him with his thick hard cock. He said how bad he needed to cum after two bitches were flirting with him at the fence. If your kid wasn't here I would've taken them up here and fucked them both. But you'll do, Foreman Fag! God I love having a useful boss!!

Dad just kept moaning with each deep thrust up his ass, like he was verbally recording each sliding of the masculine prong, Ben told him if he didn't keep it down he'd have to call Simpson up here to stuff that noisy hole. You want your boy to see you like this? Then he deep a rapid fire fuck series, driving his spear all the way in and out.

I quietly set the stuff down in the hall and quietly went back down the steps. Outside I made a beeline to a port-a-John to pound out a load before heading over to the main office. As I neared them, I met Gene coming out of one. He asked me if I knew where my dad was and I told him that he was with Ben cleaning up a mess I made.

He looked at me with a sour face and said that he's probably sucking that bastards dick again. Swear I don't know how he keeps his job. Then he stomped off to the main floor he was working on this morning.

I was quick about tossing off a load and couldn't help but think of Dad's red face as he was looking up from his bent over state and I blasted into the toilet. Then I chuckled as I figured that mine was not the only load in there, judging by this randy crew.

When I got to the office I met a middle aged guy who was tall and had an overflowing amount of chest hair peeking out of his shirt. I told him what happened and that my dad sent me to fill out an incident report.

He looked at me and asked if I was Bill's kid?

I nodded and he looked at the report and asked how long ago did this happen?

I told him it must be about thirty minutes at least.

He grinned and said that this was more 5an enough time for him and Ben. You go ahead on back and I'll file this. Tell your dad to report here and he better not have cum on his breath.

Now he not only accepts me, but also likes Nate, my boyfriend of year.

Then last month the thing with mom. Came home from the office to find her things gone and a letter on the kitchen table. A letter!! And I thought I was the drama queen in the family!! Guess I know where I got it.

Despite all the evil things my dad said when I came out, I couldn't stand to see him so miserable. Nate and I invited him out to meals and dancing just to keep him from settling into a funk. To his credit, he seemed to be rebounding. He even began speaking to our friends when we went out. He was fitting in so well that when Pride came this year, I didn't even think about just including him in our group events.

One of yearly favorites ( yearly, like three years in a row counted) was the grand drag and dance revue at Oscar's Bar. We reserved a table six months ago. When dad found out about it, he just had to go and see this fabled show. Turns out Mitch ended up having to pull a third shift at the hospital and his spot was open so Dad had a spot.

We warned him that the show can get a bit wild and the language just pure filth at times, but he insisted. In fact he bought the first round of drinks as his thank you for all of us. Well, maybe things are changing with him.

The opening number was a group lip sync to a Wicked number and then the fabulous queens began their stuff. I'd never do drag, I just didn't see myself in that role, but I still had respect and admiration for the guys that did. They did their own makeup and wigs and designed their own outfits. Takes an incredible eye for balance !

We loved the magical show and tawdry humor of one of America's final live art forms. Then came the strip tease dancers as the queens changed into their second round of costumes. The Gogo boys from Hank's Horny Hell, came out and gyrated to technopop music while removing clothes and rubbing all over the patrons who were in the first row of tables. We were in the first row of tables. That's why we reserved it six months ago.

I watched dad's face as the pretend cop strutted around his chair and mocked frisking his chest and arms. Before he moved on to the next guy I saw his hand dip down and grope dad. My old man's eyes got momentarily bigger before a grin spread across his bearded face. That smile brought his ensemble together.

He had dressed well, I guess that giving him a few tips before hand was a good idea. I told him that while it was a big ticket show, most of the guys were going to be comfortable yet stylish. Tank tops were okay if they had a name brand visible, like Gucci or something like that. And you'd want a light top as the bar got hotter than hell with all those guys packed in there.

He had an old pair of ass hugging jeans that I would've killed for if they fit me like they did him. I got more of my mom's hips. I got him a ball cap that said Daddy to complete the ensemble and I was sure that I'd get lucky wearing it so I knew he'd be just fine.

Sure enough he drew a respectable amount of attention, even though he wasn't there trying to get laid. Why is it the most oblivious ones are the ones everybody wants?

Well when the cop dancer was ending the end of his set (we knew because he was now naked except a baton he was twirling), he surprised everyone by strutting before a hot guy with a black mustache and even blacker eyes and pumping his cock three times and blasting him with cum.

The crowd went wild as the guy ran two fingers through the cum dripping off his face and stuck them in his mouth. He withdrew his finger tips and stuck them in the air to show us they were now clean and the room erupted in cheers.

A cute twink came out with a towel and escorted him back stage, presumably to clean up as a hot brunet dressed as a fireman pranced out to a bass enhanced version of a sing called Fire. He was another of the boys and he was definitely hot. I stole a quick glance at dad and he was drinking his cocktail with a smile on his face as the fireman began removing his uniform, revealing a solid muscle chest gleaming under the stage lights. Once again he got singled out by the dancer who not only draped his arm over dad's shoulder but slid his hand down and tweaked his barely covered nipple which rose to attention. By the end of his set we were all anxiously awaiting to see who was going to be hosed down by this hunk. Turns out this time it was Dad. As the naked fireman stood in front of his chair he sat there mesmerized by the python in front of him.

As the music reached a crescendo, so did the fireman and cum shot out like a fireman hose. Blasted a huge mess across Dad's cheek and designer tank top. He just sat there grinning like he just won a bingo game before running two fingers across his cheek.

I sat there in awe as I watched my straight old man gather a glop of jizz in his fingers and then insert it into his mouth. The crowd went wild as his cheeks hollowed out as he pulled his fingers back out, clean and shiny with his spit.

I sat there amazed at what I was seeing and more than a little aroused. Dad not only got jizzed on by a stranger, he then ate some of his load in front of a room of screaming fans.

The fireman danced off the floor as a clown came dancing out but my focus was on my dad. He grinned as he snuck a second helping of fireman jizz before another twink came out and handed him a towel and escorted him back stage. Well dad is definitely enjoying himself.

As the clown continued his set, dancing to circus music and juggling three brightly colored balls before switching to a hot red head's balls while weaving in and out of the tables. I was a bit concerned about dad as he was missing the entertainment, but Nate told me to stop my worrying as he was sure that my dad was being entertained.

The clown soon was down to just his big goofy wig and a red nose as he pulled on his cock before a hot black man with a goatee. I half expected confetti to come flying out, but it was jizz as well. And it shine brightly against the dark skin of the smiling man. Not to be outdone by his predecessors , he took three fingers of clown jizz to the adoration of the crowd. Just like the previous cum blasted guys, he was escorted back stage by a twink with a towel.

The show lights returned, signalling the start of the second set of the divas and although I was worried about dad, I soon lost focus as I drifted into the amazing show. At the end of the second set, a big man wearing nothing but a set of black leather chaps with lots of chains came onstage and thanked us for generously donating to tonight's event to assist the Gay and Lesbian Fund. Then he gave a round of applause to the drag queens, who reappeared as well as the dance troop who appeared like wise.

Then with a wicked grin he added that special thanks to the audience trio who spent the last half hour getting acquainted with Daddy's Love Monster. Then three large cages were brought out onstage with three men inside. Naked and fitted with leather collars and wrist cuffs. They were wheeled in a circular path so that everyone could see the three daddies, now not so enthusiastically waving. Under the stage lights I could see that there was a glistening mess dripping from their asses as the cage went past our table. Dad looked at me with a glazed look on his face as if he wasn't sure of what he wanted me to do.

It was magnificent theater and after the show I went to the back stage curtain to get dad and I was informed that the three cum sluts had already left with Daddy. Confused I asked what he meant and was told that Daddy reserved the right to claim up to five new slaves in return for his dancers performing free. It's on your ticket, at the bottom. These lucky fellows were chosen tonight and after being assessed by Daddy, were found to be more than adequate in fulfilling the bargain. You can have this back though as he scooped up a white tank top and a pair of jeans along with a pair of work boots that I suggested would make his outfit complete.

I had him list his strengths and what kind of job he wanted. Of course his attributes were heavily on his looks... Handsome, muscular, good jawline. He snuck his incredibly bouncy ass and nice bulge in there as well. I told him that employers weren't concerned about that. Turns out I was wrong...

When I suggested he focus on skills, he mentioned that he was a fast learner, could bench press twice his weight, then with a twinkle he mentioned that he didn't have a gag reflex, and then he got to being a great talker and able to multi task.

I gave him a funny look and he said he could apply his moisturizing creams while watching the latest Raphael porn videos online. He's never gonna get hired. When I was about to give up on this endeavor, the doorbell rang.

I answered it to find my grandpa there unexpected. I brought him inside and offered him a coke as neither mom nor dad was home yet. He took a seat at the table where I introduced him to Josh and told him what we were up to.

Without thinking Josh smiled and handed the paper he'd been writing down his attributes on to my grampa, like he was a teacher he was expecting to grade him. Of course grampa took it and started reading it before I realized that there were a number of personal things on there. Too late!!

I could see grampa getting surprised at what he was reading but he didn't stop. I'm pretty sure I knew when he got to the part about no gag reflex as grampa grunted and reached under the table and adjusted himself.

Now you have to realize a little about my grandpa. He's been single for five years now since Grandma Sophie passed away. He's always been smart and affable and I like to think I take after him.

I really hadn't come out yet, but I was pretty sure Josh's notes just outed me, at least to him. It surely had outed Josh. Grampa finished reading the list and turned his attention to my handsome boyfriend and asked him what kind of job he was interested in?

Josh looked at grampa for a second then thought about it. He said that he'd like a job where he got to use his strengths to help people feel better about themselves. I'm just starting out so I don't expect to find something like that, but I would like to be able to move into it after training and honing my craft.

Grampa said that it was obvious he had a grasp on reality and that was a good start. Judging by the qualities, he could see that Josh was a people pleaser and with the new generation becoming more people centric it would be a wider field than he realized. Are you good with online chatting?

Josh grinned and said he was always able to talk to anyone online, even on places like Grindr. Grampa grimaced and said that he might want to keep that part to himself and just say that you are experienced with social media. We all chuckled at that.

Then grampa said that he might do well at the call center he works at. We help customers who are experiencing problems with our equipment. I can schedule you for an interview with Dean, the boss's son, who is currently the HR guy. I'll tell him I would be willing to train you on the knowledge portion of our window installation program and supervise your initial customer confrontations.

Josh was pumped as this would get him started and his parents off his back about a job. Plus, I kinda thought he was grieving in my grampa a little as well.

Well, Josh had his interview the following week and started the following Monday working with Grandpa as his mentor. I walked him into his job the first day as he was nervous, but when he got to grampa's setup, he settled in like he was at home.

Grampa's desk was comfortable looking, he had a series of table tops set up in a round configuration so that he could swivel to whatever station he needed as he talked to the customers. Underneath the counter top was a desk in the center but also a set of shelves containing manuals a reach in fridge and a couple fake plants at the entrance to it. It really was quite homey.

As grampa steered Josh to the bench beside his rolling chair he thanked me for walking him in, but it was close to clock in time and boss man didn't like having non- employees on the work floor.

I said my goodbyes as grandpa was busy directing Josh to check that all the connections on the floor were secure. Last thing I saw was my baby's head dipping below the counter. Grandpa had a strange excited look on his face as I made my way home.

Later that evening I called Josh to see how things went. He was still excited as he told me just how well he liked working under my grampa. He had called him grampa once and was quickly told that while he was there he was to refer to him as Hank or Sir, as that was the accepted address. It took me a couple times but I knew I got it right when your grampa smiled with a warm glow.

It was kind of slow so your grampa had me reading manuals. He said I'd be comfortable just sitting beside his shelves and I could ask him questions as I had them. I gotta admit it was kinda comfy, but I think tomorrow I might take a small pillow. Plus, did you ever notice what a healthy bulge your grampa has? It was fucking staring at me most of the day and I couldn't help but notice it. Especially when he adjusted himself. I almost asked him if I could do that just to get a feel of it but I didn't want to freak him out as he did get me the job. Can you imagine the look on his face if I were to feel him? Hehehe.

Actually I wasn't sure that he'd be so upset, but I didn't say that to Josh. Grampa has always been a loose cannon.

I didn't hear from Josh the next day so on Wednesday when he got off I made sure to call him. He sounded kind of nervous while he talked and said that he did something.

I racked my brain trying to figure out how he could've messed up a call center job but was stymied as he hadn't even taken a call yet. I asked what happened and he admitted the whole thing.

Turns out that grampa was showing a respectable bulge again the next day and Josh's eyes kept returning to it as he sat there with his training manuals. While grampa talked on the phone, he sometimes would scratch his balls or just adjust himself and this was right at Josh's line of sight.

Well his horny mind couldn't handle it any more and as grampa was discussing a slide installation on the phone, Josh reached up and fondled my grampa's bulge. Grampa became quiet and then reached down and placed his hand over top of Josh's. For the rest of the call he sat on the floor rubbing my grampa's balls through his work pants.

When the call ended grampa hung up and then had a talk with Josh. He told him that he was glad to see that he was learning to do things without instruction. This is a good sign for your future here. Then he unzipped and let his unit hang freely from his pants.

Grampa got another call a few minutes later and Josh went from staring at the fat cock sitting before his eyes to feeling it's warmth in his young strong fingers. He could hear grampa grunting as he ran his hand all over the rapidly expanding cock. What had started as a thick four inch member swelled to a thick eight inch beast which now was dripping his special honey.

Well Josh wanted to taste his first grown man cock and he leaned forward towards grampa's chair and stuck out his tongue to lick him. Grampa stopped talking midsentence and his hand gripped the edge of his cubicle counter top. He picked up his conversation as he told the caller that it looked like he qualified for an upgrade on the frames for his windows while he pointed to his crotch with his free hand.

Josh said he wasn't a fool and slid over to where grampa had slid away from the counter and placed his mouth right over the full throbbing head of Grandpa's cock. He said he heard the change in Grandpa's voice as he got into having his cock sucked while doing the consultation over the phone. He said that he was sure Grandpa kept the caller online with him just to get a longer blowjob. I wouldn't put it past him!!

When grampa came it was a gusher. Josh tried hard to keep his mouth sealed around the erupting cock but some still leaked around his mouth and got his shirt all wet. Grampa laughed when he hung up and saw his cum all over Josh's shirt and told him not to move as he put his headset on standby. He went and retrieved a new uniform shirt as well as a roll of paper towels for future problems.

I jerked out a load listening to how bad my friend had gotten. I asked if things were okay today and he said that grampa actually brought in a six pack of coke and put it in the fridge as he thought I might need it after all the sucking I was going to be doing. That sounds like my grandpa!

Josh's training was like that for another week. I finally asked him if they were ever going to have him on the phone and he replied that he hadn't had on that particular piece of equipment yet, but Sir has had me listen in on two other techs to learn their methods. They fuck just as forcibly as your grandpa!!

To mark the changing of the new month, I decided to surprise Josh by taking him to the Chinese place next door for lunch. When I got there all I saw was grampa sitting there with a sour look on his face. I asked where Josh was and he told me that his boss decided to check on the newest member of the staff and when he stepped into my cubicle Josh errantly got handsy and felt up his crotch.

Oh, no! And he was telling me just how much he was enjoying working under you! Grampa gave me a surprise look before telling me that the boss was surprised but liked what he felt.

When dad pulled into Deacon Industries I could see Chuck standing in the rear stairwell nursing a pants filling erection while he was thumbing through his phone. I didn't see our car anywhere so I guess Derek was still at the gym. Dad pulled the big box of pastries out of the back seat and headed inside while I headed to the rear stairwell to confront my buddy.

I popped open the door and saw him look up in surprise as he was figuring out who was using the rear entrance. When he saw me he just grinned and went back to palming his abundantly stuffed crotch of his suit.

He asked if I enjoyed my scavenger hunt with my attractive cum magnetic if a boyfriend? I just grousled that he went too far taking advantage of my boyfriend like that. It was bad enough he used his power position here to get him to suck your monstrous cock, but did you have to make him do it elsewhere as well?

He smiled and said that he didn't make him do anything he didn't want to do. He was free to say no at any time. The fact he didn't says a lot about how much of a freak he really is. The fact that you didn't shut things down also speaks volumes. You could've said that he didn't have to do this but instead you let him and even went inside to watch him do it. I think my cocksucking buddy might be a cuck in training. Perhaps we'll have to investigate that later. Don't get excited, Teddy Bear, you'd be surprised at how many of our classmates love watching me fuck their partners. You're just the first one that had a guy instead of a chick.

I started to protest but he stepped down from the landing he was on and said I should see these. On his phone were a bunch of pics, showing Derek in action. There he was leaning over a desk that had been wiped clear of papers while Mr. Harris was railing Derek's ass with his thick club. Another showed the big money shot leaking out his ass around the deflating cock. Then there was a eagle eyed POV shot taken from the police chief's chest looking down at my baby with his mouth stretched around a long pecker. The next had Derek's eyes pleading up to the screen as more of the long cock was inside his mouth. Then two fresh faced recruits had Derek over by the holding cells and were jerking off together on his face while the guys inside the cage were all watching. The next showed a nearly white face being scraped by fingers as my baby had fingers inserted into his mouth.

The next was the hardest and yet the hottest for me. There was Dad standing there with his big hairy arm around Derek's shoulder as cum was splashed across my baby's face. Next showed dad without his apron,pants or underwear as his hairy ass was fucking my baby's. The look of total surrender was on Derek's face. The next showed a massive leak spilling out Derek's asshole as my dad's rather surprisingly large cock was in the background.

I was completely taken back at these photos and couldn't help but wonder how I could ever satisfy Derek again. Then I saw him on his knees inside an office with a big black cock stuffed halfway into his mouth. From the muscular thighs I knew he had made it to the gym on Maple Street. The next showed that big black gut rearranger shoved all the way up my man's backside and the look of sublime pleasure on his face told me he was not upset at his predicament. The next was a video that looked like it had come from the security camera. It was inside a steam room and Derek was sitting on Mr. Newsome's lap while three other muscular guys thrust their peckers before Derek's face for perusal. One after another I watched him suck each of the guys, two white and one black, before the two white guys stood on each side of Derek as he bounced on the boss's cock and slurped on the other black guy's cock. I heard the second black guy call the boss his uncle, before the cum flew everywhere.

Chuck just grinned as he watched me deal with my own hardon caused by viewing his secret stash. Then he said that we had seats to the big show in his dad's office. Seems he wants to meet my new assistant and give him his own assessment.

He led me to a polished oak door on the third floor and he knocked twice before turning the knob. Dad was in there talking to an older version of my friend. Then it hit me that in all the years I knew Chuck, I had never met his dad. He was a bit taller than Chuck and wore his rugged face clean shaven but I could see the swirls of dark chest hair in his unbuttoned shirt.

He looked up and smiled at Chuck as we entered and greeted him. He then added that he was just showing George here the photo evidence of the success of Derek. He of course was particular to the photos at the bakery, but what can I say? Hahaha.

It looks like he should be back here... Just then the door slung open and in walked my baby looking very much like he had literally been ridden hard and put up wet. There was cum dried all over his face and through his hair and I bet that there was also a good portion of his body as well.

Charles Senior asked him how he enjoyed the sauna at the gym. I always find it so relaxing. When I leave it I feel like a new man. How about you, did you feel like a new man or just feel a new man?

Derek just stood there in shock as he took in that he was in front of the owner of the company. He stammered that he was sorry for not being more presentable, Mr. Deacon. Chucks dad just looked at him before grinning. Then he told Derek that he was forgiven as he had reviewed the photo evidence of the task my son had put you on.

Derek's face went white as he was suddenly seeing his chances of employment flying out the window. He shrank into a chair by the door to try and hide.

Charles Sr. added that he felt a little out of place as of all the men in this room, I'm the only one who hasn't had your charmingly attractive face and tight attractive ass wrapped around his cock. Although judging by Newsome's steam room video, I'd be surprised if it were still tight. The guys all chuckled at his joke.

Then Sr. Instructed Derek to lose the modesty and bring his talented mouth over here and show your new boss's boss just what you can do. Derek cautiously stood and removed his clothes before stepping between Sr.'s legs and lowering himself to the floor in front of the captain of industry. We all were holding our breath in anticipation as Derek leaned in and began licking the rapidly engorging member that Sr. Extracted from his expensive suit.

As Derek began to do his stuff, Sr. sighed as he told Chuck that he was better at this than your mom, and your first, second and fourth girlfriends. Chuck looked up at his dad who just grinned and said the third one had this thing she did with her finger up my ass which was incredible. At that point Derek slid the pants down and stuck his tongue beneath the two hairy balls and began sucking each one into his mouth. As Sr. Groaned his approval he said that was good but still not as, then he released a grunt. I looked at his crotch and I saw Derek's face had slid lower and his tongue was punching the old man's hole. Sr. had slid forward in his big leather chair giving Derek full access to his ass. As my baby ate his hole out, Sr. moaned that he was wrong,Derek has just claimed the top spot. Oh fuck, just eat my hole you hungry fucker!

By now the executive penis was at full mast and dangerously close to exploding. Derek, not wanting to miss a chance to get fucked by the biggest cock he'd seen all day, stood and added some spit to his fingers as he spread the cum still leaking out his hole, and sat down on the lust filled executive's pecker, inhaling it into his hole like a pen cap being returned to a ball point pen.

We watched him slide down Sr.'s prod as it disappeared up his ass. I wasn't sure who was grunting loudest, Derek, Sr, or us. I looked over at dad and he was jerking off in his chair while watching the show. I turned my head and saw Chuck pounding away as well, so I unzipped and joined the group. Then one by one we stood up around the throne and masturbated as Sr. fucked my man like he owned him. And he was putting him through his paces. Derek was moaning like a bitch in heat as Chuck began firing his load. When I saw Dad firing as well I made it a three for three execution and actually hit my baby across his nose. He squealed from the multi loads he just caused and his cock went off flying so violently he actually hit some papers on Sr.'s desk. When he came his ass must've tightened around Sr.'s shaft as he grunted a low growl and gripped Derek around the waist and thrust up from his seat. From the look on Derek's face he could feel the bountiful load breeding his guts. It was at this point my baby joined the ranks of the powerful by bringing them pleasure.

Which is why I was surprised after two steady weeks of effort there was no success. I told him that I'd contact a friend I have in the banking business to do an interview with him. It wouldn't necessarily result in a job, but it would shine a light on his short comings so he could adapt and become a more viable candidate. Derek was relieved that there might be an answer in all of this. I hugged my baby and gave him a big kiss before retrieving my phone to make a call.

Chuck and I go back to junior high where we were good friends who had many of our classes together. His dad had money so he was always set for success but it was my humble status that taught him how to relate to the rest of the world. It didn't stop him from being a spoiled shit at times, but I nevertheless was hopelessly stuck on him. By the time we were well into high school, he figured out that I was gay and he used that to his advantage. Instead of having to suffer the ritualistic mating dance controlled by the girls, he'd just get me to handle his occasional needs. And like a stupid horny slut, I took care of him. I blew him in his car at so many places in town I'm surprised we never got caught.

When I went away to college I met Derek and discovered that there was something else to a gay relationship. We both wanted to be with each other and definitely submitted to the other's desires because that's how we were silently trained. So without a second thought I called Charles Deacon, who is now the senior vice president of Deacon International, a large manufacturing company which is owned by his dad.

When he answered, I spoke a hesitant "Hello Chuck?" which was answered by a pause and then a boisterous "Teddy Bear"! I hadn't heard that name in five years. He gave that to me in high school in order to sweet talk me into sucking him off. He didn't have to, I would've blown him anyways. When he asked me how I was I explained how I had settled down with a handsome guy and we were trying to make go of it. Then I got to the meat and potatoes of the conversation and asked him for a favor. He told me that it was probably the least he could do after all those amazing blowjobs in high school.

The accolades made me a little uncomfortable but I got the result I was looking for, Derek was going to be interviewed by Chuck, or Charles as he corrected me. Derek was excited about this but all I could do was think back to learning how to deep throat on his big pecker while we were parked behind Dawson's grocery store. Hmmm.

That Thursday I made sure my baby was dressed to impress. It made me kind of nervous with him meeting my man for the first time. I rode with him to both see Chuck, er, Charles again and give Derek the moral support he'd need.

When Charles came out of his office to meet my man, his eyes gave Derek a twice over. Guess the first one wasn't enough. He shook hands with Derek and then gave me a hug. As he was hugging me he whispered that he was going to enjoy getting to know all about my man. I felt his club stiffening against my leg as he pulled away and placed his hand on Derek's back,leading him into his office. Just before he closed his office door, he signaled to his secretary that he wasn't to be interrupted, then he closed and sounded like locked his office door.

It's been a while since I interviewed, but an hour seemed a bit excessive to me. After a long period of grinning and making small talk with Chuck's secretary, the door finally opened with a click. Yep, I heard right, it was locked. Chuck stood there grinning and I could see a predatorial smile on his face as he handed Derek a card.

Chuck told me to step inside his office as Derek stepped outside to our car. As he closed the door I couldn't help but notice that the air in here was heavy with the smell of sex. Chuck leaned against his desk and crossed his arms as he told me that Derek has a lot of potential. He's got the all important basics down and did great so far on a category I call directions. I handed him a short stack of papers and told him to organize by a variety of methods. Midway, I unzipped to distract him and he was only affected for a short time. Then I added new instructions which involved him locating exact papers mixed in with him sucking my dick. He took to it immediately. In fact he did so well we dropped the papers and focused on him sucking. You know he picked up the full deep throat much faster than you.

I ended up shooting most inside his pretty mouth, but I shot the final bits onto his face. I then gave him a list of friends that I want him to go see with my load still on his cheek. I owe them a hot freaky thing and I think this will be perfect. If he makes it through all four of them with my cum still on his cheek, I believe I will have to hire him as my personal assistant.

You better get going as I bet he's eager to meet these guys. Can't wait to see the pics they send back. I scheduled Jack Newsome at the gym as last as he will no doubt end up parading Derek into the sauna and I doubt my cum will survive the steam in there.

I smiled as I shook Chuck's hand and made my way to the car. When I climbed into my seat I looked over at my baby and he was looking like he was in trouble. There was a big splotch of cum on his chin all over his sexy close cropped beard with a small runner sliding across his face. He looked so sad that I just wanted to comfort him, knowing that Chuck is a smoothie who could charm his way into a nun's habit. As I leaned to give him a kiss he shrieked saying that I would mess up his cum spot.

I just stopped and realized how right he was and asked where we headed first. He pulled the card out of his pocket and said that he had to see Mr. Harris at the First National Bank. He went inside for his appointment. Fifteen minutes later I couldn't help myself and went inside as well. I asked the lady at the central kiosk where Mr. Harris's office was. She looked skeptically at me until I said my husband was with him...then I added the guy with the cum in his face. Then she smiled and said that she was informed that Mr. Harris was not to be disrupted, which she added was euphemism that Fred was getting some action. You must be one of those cucks I've heard about. Good for you!!

Just then a door down the hallway behind her opened and Derek stepped out still fastening his belt. A booming bass voice said that Chuck definitely made good on his promise as a middle aged man wearing a suit without a tie emerged behind him.

Derek just looked at me and gave me a weak smile as he passed me outside to the car. When I asked him what happened he just said that Mr. Harris wanted me to give him head as well but I was afraid that would mess up the cum on my chin so I offered my ass instead. Good thing too as he wasn't very long but extremely thick, perfect for taking up my ass. Does the cum still look good? I have three more to go?

I told him he was still as trashy as when he left Chuck's office and he grinned. The next stop was the police station where he was to meet with Captain Michaels. He was in there with him for ten minutes and came out all flushed. His face looked different and I asked him if things went all right?

He said Cap was busy manning the phone lines so he forced me to my knees at his desk. He smeared the cum in the first few minutes of face fucking me. When he saw my dejected face he slapped my cheek and told me to keep a stiff upper lip. He'd replace it when he was done. I hadn't thought of that! He shot off during a loud exchange with some irate woman and all of it went right down my throat. While it was fucking hit, I didn't have a cum badge any more. That's when he brought over two rookies who shot their loads on my face and then told them to clean it up to match this, and handed them his phone. They wiped the extra cum off my cheeks and nose as they fed the load into my mouth. I kinda liked it in there!

Well if he was happy, so was I, I guess. The next stop brought us outside a bakery down a back street. Knew it well as my dad owned it. I thought I'd go inside and see dad real quick while Derek took care of number three but I was told he was extremely busy working on a special order. I told them it was okay I was his son, but they insisted I stay out front. Twenty minutes later Derek stepped out front with my dad behind him. I asked where his apron was and dad just grinned and said it got in the way of me finally getting to fuck this sexy bastard. I gotta give it to you, Ted, you chose a fucking sweet boyfriend.

You want a cannoli? I just got stuffing them myself. Just like Derek here! Haha! I knew it was a smart move to keep your buddy Charles in my contacts. His old man and I used to get into all kinds of trouble together back when we were your age. Then he turned to his counter help and told her send a box of fresh glazed over to Deacon Industries. I think it will be a fitting thank you gift.

As we got to the car, I looked at Derek with his glazed over face and a wet spot forming in the seat of his trousers and I decided that I needed to go for a walk. So I gave him a hug, careful of his decorated face, and told him I would meet him back at Deacon Industries when he finished up at the gym. His eyes were vibrating as he told me he loved me and pulled off.

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?