Freddie gripped the trunk of the tree and turned to face his pale plump ass at me and Tony in nothing but a black and pink stripped thong, the photographer who was assigned to showcase Freddie's body on a gay magazine next month. We were at one of my friend's ranches about three hours out of the city. I had convinced Tony that this would be a weekend he wouldn't forget, and perfect for the rugged sexy photoshoot I had in mind for Freddie, though besides the rolling golden hills there pretty much was nothing out here except cattle and dudes, horny ones from my experience, and unfortunately, Freddie's.
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We picked Tony up from his flat and he was welcomed in the backseat with Tony wearing all white: a cap, sneakers, and just shorts with an insean so short it might as well have been briefs. As I was driving out of the city Tony was interviewing Freddie, asking about his humble upbringings and by the time we were on the open road with no traffic and nothing better to do I had Freddie slip off his paper thin mesh shorts to get to softly blowing on Tony's thick hog. "Fuck he's quite a skilled stud, you're quite a lucky man" Tony said through gritted teeth as Freddie went deep down to the hilt and choked a bit as he struggled to take in Tony's entire girth in his throat, though he knew better to release so soon. Anyone who spent more than 10 minutes with us caught on that I basically dominate over Freddie, in all aspects of our partnership. "Yeah, it took a while to tune him to exactly what I like but he didn't have to learn too much since he got a lot of training in prison." "Oh? Freddie's done time huh? For what if I may ask?" Tony remarked looking down to meet Freddie's eyes as I told him to ask Freddie himself. He muffled through an answer after taking the dick out to the head but keeping the gland head still in his mouth. "B&E, sir, got roped in with some guys from my warehouse job, framed me by putting drugs in my bag, was facing 10 years until Sir got me out early."
I nodded looking back in the rearview mirror, "prison warden told me he was the biggest boy getting cored out almost daily, by inmates and guards alike, though I think he did believe Freddie here was innocent enough to give me a call. My first meeting with Freddie and the warden he said he'd do anything to get out, and then the warden showed me how much he trained Freddie's holes by having me try him out. Turns out he's got a sub streak and by the time I got him out early he went from warden's boy to mine. "Wait, you're a lawyer?" Tony asked, "I thought you were his manager." "Can't I be both? He's my pet project, I fucking love turning him out on other guys. Helps that he's a horndog, and that I won't get him cum unless there's a dick up his ass" I laughed as Tony conceeded with a head shrug before moaning as Freddie went to lick his balls. I asked Tony, "you wanna fuck his ass?" Tony nodded, lost in caressing Freddie's face and muscular forearms as Freddie went back to bobbing on his dick. "Too bad, you'll have to wait until we get to Richard's ranch. But you can shoot down his throat, he swallows." It didn't take long for Tony to blow.
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Richard welcomed us in the late afternoon as we settled in. I came out and gave him a hug and a peck on the lips as we were long-time fuck buddies and friends. I didn't bother having Freddie put on his shorts again so he strutted around bringing our and Tony's bags into the home. I say ours but really it's my things and whatever risque jockstraps and thongs I brought for Freddie to pose with as I didn't expect us to need to be modest this weekend. I then had Freddie get spitroasted over by one of Richard's barnyards, had him flex his back muscles as he bent over a bale of hay as Tony got to try his ass and Richard stuffing his mouth. Afterwards Richard and Tony watched as I slow fucked Freddie as we caught up a bit and planned for the weekend.
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Flash foward to now, the last shot was taken and while Richard was out in the fields wrapping up we were in his home, Freddie was on his knees alternating blowing each of us as we sat together and reviewed Tony's shots picking out the potential centerfold for the issue, we were all naked as I turned over to look at Tony, grinned and asked if he was having a good time, he looked at me a smiled back as we leaned in close, going for a kiss as we started to make out. Tony moaned into my mouth. I knew Freddie was doing his famous deepthroats but then I suddenly felt a warm wet mouth on my own dick, opening my eyes to see Richard's beefy tanned body naked and bent as he went to take my girth in his mouth as well. Guess he was back from his work, and we were about to have quite a session, I thought to myself.
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Freddie gripped the trunk of the tree and turned to face his pale plump ass at me and Tony in nothing but a black and pink stripped thong, the photographer who was assigned to showcase Freddie's body on a gay magazine next month. We were at one of my friend's ranches about three hours out of the city. I had convinced Tony that this would be a weekend he wouldn't forget, and perfect for the rugged sexy photoshoot I had in mind for Freddie, though besides the rolling golden hills there pretty much was nothing out here except cattle and dudes, horny ones from my experience, and unfortunately, Freddie's.
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We picked Tony up from his flat and he was welcomed in the backseat with Tony wearing all white: a cap, sneakers, and just shorts with an insean so short it might as well have been briefs. As I was driving out of the city Tony was interviewing Freddie, asking about his humble upbringings and by the time we were on the open road with no traffic and nothing better to do I had Freddie slip off his paper thin mesh shorts to get to softly blowing on Tony's thick hog. "Fuck he's quite a skilled stud, you're quite a lucky man" Tony said through gritted teeth as Freddie went deep down to the hilt and choked a bit as he struggled to take in Tony's entire girth in his throat, though he knew better to release so soon. Anyone who spent more than 10 minutes with us caught on that I basically dominate over Freddie, in all aspects of our partnership. "Yeah, it took a while to tune him to exactly what I like but he didn't have to learn too much since he got a lot of training in prison." "Oh? Freddie's done time huh? For what if I may ask?" Tony remarked looking down to meet Freddie's eyes as I told him to ask Freddie himself. He muffled through an answer after taking the dick out to the head but keeping the gland head still in his mouth. "B&E, sir, got roped in with some guys from my warehouse job, framed me by putting drugs in my bag, was facing 10 years until Sir got me out early."
I nodded looking back in the rearview mirror, "prison warden told me he was the biggest boy getting cored out almost daily, by inmates and guards alike, though I think he did believe Freddie here was innocent enough to give me a call. My first meeting with Freddie and the warden he said he'd do anything to get out, and then the warden showed me how much he trained Freddie's holes by having me try him out. Turns out he's got a sub streak and by the time I got him out early he went from warden's boy to mine. "Wait, you're a lawyer?" Tony asked, "I thought you were his manager." "Can't I be both? He's my pet project, I fucking love turning him out on other guys. Helps that he's a horndog, and that I won't get him cum unless there's a dick up his ass" I laughed as Tony conceeded with a head shrug before moaning as Freddie went to lick his balls. I asked Tony, "you wanna fuck his ass?" Tony nodded, lost in caressing Freddie's face and muscular forearms as Freddie went back to bobbing on his dick. "Too bad, you'll have to wait until we get to Richard's ranch. But you can shoot down his throat, he swallows." It didn't take long for Tony to blow.
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Richard welcomed us in the late afternoon as we settled in. I came out and gave him a hug and a peck on the lips as we were long-time fuck buddies and friends. I didn't bother having Freddie put on his shorts again so he strutted around bringing our and Tony's bags into the home. I say ours but really it's my things and whatever risque jockstraps and thongs I brought for Freddie to pose with as I didn't expect us to need to be modest this weekend. I then had Freddie get spitroasted over by one of Richard's barnyards, had him flex his back muscles as he bent over a bale of hay as Tony got to try his ass and Richard stuffing his mouth. Afterwards Richard and Tony watched as I slow fucked Freddie as we caught up a bit and planned for the weekend.
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Flash foward to now, the last shot was taken and while Richard was out in the fields wrapping up we were in his home, Freddie was on his knees alternating blowing each of us as we sat together and reviewed Tony's shots picking out the potential centerfold for the issue, we were all naked as I turned over to look at Tony, grinned and asked if he was having a good time, he looked at me a smiled back as we leaned in close, going for a kiss as we started to make out. Tony moaned into my mouth. I knew Freddie was doing his famous deepthroats but then I suddenly felt a warm wet mouth on my own dick, opening my eyes to see Richard's beefy tanned body naked and bent as he went to take my girth in his mouth as well. Guess he was back from his work, and we were about to have quite a session, I thought to myself.
"Oh, hey!" the worker calls, shuffling over with recognition in his voice, "It's you..."
I don't immediately react.
At 5:00am, there shouldn't be anyone calling except for bar buddies confirming I made it home. Still, something about this grunt's face does seem familiar, but surely I would recall a friend as assertive as him, especially when he's abandoning three other similarly hi-vis clad workmates. He doesn't seem bothered at all to walk away from his job. Only eager to see me.
"...sir," he grins with a nod, fishing a billfold out of his pocket, "I've got $58 in my wallet. All the money on me is yours, sir. Is now a good time for me to suck your dick?" He wipes the drool off of his chin with the back of his hand.
So that's how we know each other!
I must've hypnotized him...
Before he can drop to his knees in the middle of the street, I slap his back and guide the dopey hunk away from his coworkers, forcing a laugh like we actually are old friends.
"Keep it down," I hush in panic, "You want the rest of your crew to hear?"
"Sir, I don't care if the guys hear," he assures me with pride, "I'm your cocksucking ATM, sir."
I park him on the other side of the street, away from the other workmen, and take a moment to study the complacent face staring back at me. He looks handsome, masculine, though a bit dumb. That could just be the result of my trance. Still, I don't recall a session where I turned this bluecollar hunk into my very own cocksucking ATM!
"What's your name?"
"My name is Bitch-Dad McLaborTits," he says.
I roll my eyes, more at myself than at him. I had obviously hypnotized him to believe that was his name while he was under.
"Your real name..." I exhale, "The name your colleagues over their call you." I gesture over at the men he'd walked away from. They seem to have gone back to collecting garbage for the moment, hopefully none the wiser.
"Oh...well, they call me Brian, sir," he says with a furrowed brow, unable to make sense of it.
"Okay, Brian, when did you realize you were my...um...cocksucking ATM?"
"Only just now, sir," he explains, pointing back across the street, "When I saw your face, I realized a lot of things. You are a real man, a god even. I am just something that can serve you, in my own way, sir," his hand extends the wad of cash out to me again, "Nothing else matters before I saw you..."
"Shit man, I really did a number on you."
"What, sir?"
"Nothing," I shake my head and snatch his $58 dollars, shoving it into my pocket, "But we've met before. Think, Brian. When did we meet?"
Brian, or Bitch-Dad, scowls as he thinks, which is probably difficult in this state. I'd help him, but for the life of me, I don't remember doing all this to this poor man's mind. Could I have really been so careless with my abilities?
"I remember," he lights up, "It was about a year ago, sir. Maybe more than that. And it was around this time of night too because me and the guys were just starting a shift..."
"Go on..."
"Yes, sir," he averts his eyes nervously, "Well, I believe you were stumbling down the street with a bottle in your hand. I went to go check on you and then..."
"Wait," I jump in, "Are you about to say I hypnotized you while I was blackout drunk?!"
"Yes, sir. That's what you did." He smiles.
I slap my forehead, already feeling a hangover. Last year, I was going through a dark time and had a bit of a drinking problem. I thought I'd left that chapter behind me, but the past is standing right in front of me in an identical scenario. At least tonight I'm not blackout...
"Ok," I groan, "So I hypnotized you while I myself was barely conscious, and left a trigger for you to become my ATM sex-toy the next time you saw me. Is that it?"
"Well, no sir," he admits, smiling "You pissed yourself, so you had me leave work and carry you back to your place, so I could bathe you and do your laundry for you."
"Fuck," I sigh, cringing at myself, "So I had you clean me up and then released you?"
"No, sir," he goes on, "You fucked me in the ass. You named me Bitch-Dad McLaborTits because those were your favorite things about me, and then you threw up on my head while I had your dick in my mouth. Then you passed out after telling me to leave and forget it ever happened. So that's what I did, sir. At least, until you made me remember..."
Fuck, I truly am the worst.
"So, then what?"
"Well, I'm not sure," he scratches his chin, "I walked outside and forgot all about you. Just went back to being Brian, sir. And Brian was really confused why he wasn't at work with dried throw-up all over his head..."
I shudder at the thought of what Brian went through because of me that day...
"Alright, Bitch-Dad. I'm going to wake you out of this trance," I move on, "But first let's find a restroom or something for you to blow me..."
"Yes, sir!"
And just like that, this burly garbage collector is eagerly guiding me down the street with a thick arm around my back. Unfortunately, I can see why drunk-me went for this guy. He's got a sort of boyish charm that goes well with being a sleeper sex/money slave.
Hopefully his crew doesn't get too pissed off that he quit hauling garbage cans with them for the last 20 minutes.
Hopefully Brian's not too confused when he wakes up with a sore jaw and no memory.
Hopefully his family doesn't need that $58 dollars in cash.
Hopefully I can practice some restraint next night out.
Mario was staying with me while on leave from the marines, a week off. We've been buddies for a while since high school on the football team, him off to serve and me to college. He asked me if he could bus over to my place and I told him he was an idiot, that'd I'd meet him at the airport myself. I went to the area where passengers left security, and spotted him walking out. The dude looked jacked, wearing a tight shirt that accentuated his traps and arms. He was watching other passengers meet their loved ones, smiling as he looked around then checked his phone. "Hey, dude!" I called out as he popped his head up trying to find the voice. He saw me and trotted over around the gate. We hugged and I put my arm around him. "It's been forever, man, or should I saw big guy, fuck you look good man," I complimented him as I felt my neck. He blushed, "right back at you, I thought my training would put me ahead in fitness but you're doing better than I am," he commented as he felt my arms. "Okay, enough foreplay, stud, let's get back home. Anything you're up for tonight? I was going to head to the gym later then we get grab a bite to eat." He nodded, "yes, sir, sounds like a plan, though I think I'm likely to pass out on the car ride back," he replied as we got to my car.
Poor guy slept the whole hour ride back. I got to take a look at his body and damn, it looked good. Better than good, reminded me of my hot ex. Oh shit, I forgot to tell Mario I'm out of the closet, I realized. Oh well, eventually it'll come up. We got to my place and I let him settle in while I did some work in my office. Pretty sure he just napped the whole time. I was ready to gym but Mario was fast asleep, so I let him. When he woke up he was so apologetic but I told him no worries, the owner and I were buds so he let me close up sometimes so we headed there near closing time. It was just us toward the end so as we finished working we went to go change and shower. We were chatting as we stripped and I turned to laugh at one of his jokes and saw he was sitting facing away from me, with his big muscled back tapering down to a nice ass fitted into a jockstrap. "Damn, you were strapped up like that the whole time? Hot." I said as he didn't turn around. "Word on the street, Dan, is that you're gay," Mario said after a beat. "Yeah, I like to fuck guys. Like to look at them. Kiss them, touch them, make them moan as I stick my big dick into them. A lot's changed since our little high school, what of it man?" I said back, laughing, not sure if I should be ready for a fight. Where was this going, I wondered.
He gave me a double biceps pose and turned around, smiling. "Like what you see?" he said as he flexed, also jutting out his ass for me to oogle. "Yeah, you're hot as fuck, dude, best body and best ass I've seen in a long time, so what? You baiting me, because you shouldn't start something you can't finish." I smirked back. He nodded and got up and walked over to the side of the bench where I was naked myself. He crouched down on his feet and leaned forward to put his face against my thick dick, causing it to twitchh. He looked up and gave a slight smile. "Oh I want you to finish, on me, in me, whatever you want, can I get this prepped first?" he looked forward at my cock then up at me, and slowly started to lick and suck me off after I gave a nod. The big guy was skilled for sure. He was moaning and groaning and not even touching his own pouched dick, though I could tell he was hard and leaking precum. I felt too good and went to grab the back of his head and sit up to hold it steady as I started to pick up my own pace, facefucking him as he dutifully let me assault his mouth and throat. I suddenly pushed him all the way towards me, and forced him to deepthroat me for a few seconds as he struggled but held on. I let him go and he coughed and wiped away his eyes as he laughed. "You rough fucker, I love that." he smirked back causing both of us to laugh. I pulled him up and led him to the shower. In the few seconds it took to warm up, I pulled him in and we started to make out.
"Fuck, dude, I've been thinking about this all day. Wasn't sure how to let you know I wanted you bad," Mario said as we swapped spit. "Oh yeah? When did you start to get into guys?" He shrugged. "It's lonely out there. Jerk circles sommetimes led to handjobs, and I ended up giving some blowjobs to buddies in need. One of them wanted to fuck me and before I knew it, I was being passed around as a cumdump on the base, my boss, my unit, turns out I like being used and getting people off with my holes. I liked it more than using my dick, love it when I cum handsfree with a dick in me." "Goddamn, that's hot" I replied as I soaped his body up. His muscles were indeed rock hard. He flexed and gave me a show as I finished sudsing up the stud and soaped my own body up. He flexed his arms, his back, then bend over and showed me his shaved hole. "I got it prepped just for you, in case you wanted to use me," he said gingerly. "Please, fuck me, Dan, I need your big dick in me. Need it bad, sir." I slapped that ass, flinging soap and causing him to moan as I had him bend forward against the wall, taking some soap and lubing up his hole before I lined up my cock and sunk it in. He cried out at the intrusion but told me to keep going when I stopped and asked if he was okay.
Eventually he got used to it and we started to find a rhythm, first me slowly going back and forth, then he wanted to fuck himself for me as I held still. Finally, I couldn't wait any longer and grabbed his traps as I used him as a counterhold to jackhammer into him, causing him to throw back his head and scream out as I felt him clenching onto my dick, "you're fucking the cum out of me," he said breathless. I turned to kiss him as I kept the pace, and then moaned into his mouth as I felt my own load coming out. After I shot into him, I kept kissing him as I slowed down, feeling the slickness of the soap and my load coat his insides. He maneuvered his ass muscles to softly coax the rest of my load out of my dick, and as we came down from our orgasms we got cleaned up. "Is it going to be like this all week? Can we do that again?" he asked as he helped me clean up the shower and close down the gym. "Depends, I'm fucking horny all the time, and now I'm charging you for your nightly stay at my place, the price is theh pair of holes you have on you, anytime I want." I laughed as he readily agreed. "Yes, sir, gotta pay rent." as his stomach growled. "Time for dinner, then more cock for dessert for you," I said as we got in my car and drove out.
Ben got up from his bent over position as I leaned back onto my chair and grabbed my phone to snap a photo. His muscular back splattered with cum, with his lower back and ass slick with jizz and lube as I watched some of the cum slide inward into his crack and down his leg.
“Sir, I take it my work is satisfactory?” He said not turning around or moving as I hadn’t told him to do so yet. “Maybe, what else can you do to show me how much you want to keep your job.” I said as I took a drag of my blunt. He thought for a moment and he bent over again and reached around to pull apart his cheeks to show me his ruined hole. “You can fuck me again, if you want, Sir, or anytime.” He said as he pushed out some more cum. “Fuck, you’re a nasty little whore,” I said as he just stayed there and said thank yous and please fuck mes over and over again.
Ben was a bodyguard from a security firm who I had gotten friendly with. During his off hours I’ve invited him to parties and we often drink and get high with my clients. One day he was with me while I was entertaining a foreign business partner and he had accidentally pushed my oversees friend back when he tried to make a move on him, spilling his drink over his clothes. The business partner got offended and suddenly left, and I chewed Ben out for it. He sputtered out something about not being into him but I told him there was a right way and a wrong way to decline a pass. Told him I was gay myself, to fuck off, and to not come back to work the next day.
After a few days, Ben showed up at my house earlier this evening, wanting to make a case for himself. Told him what could he think would fix the situation, and to get me to trust him again. He swallowed and told me he had been practicing taking dick and he was ready to make things right with the business partner as a whore if not a bodyguard for me. I wasn’t sure and told him he’d only embarrass me further, and he bet me he could get me to cum within 5 minutes with his ass then I would hire him for the job.
1 minute was spent sucking me off for a bit. The second minute was him getting up and bending over as he reached behind to line up my dick. The next two was of him fucking himself back and forth against my dick and before the last minute was up he flexed his anal muscles and sent me over the edge as I shot into him and then pulled out to shoot the rest of my load over onto his back, causing him to groan out as I screamed out. I stuck my dick back in for a bit and softly fucked him thinking my dick would slowly go down in stiffness but I was surprised as how it stayed stiff, so much so that I came again after a few minutes of fucking another load into him. I then slapped his ass as I pulled out and sat back down.
And now we’re back to the present. “You’re not going to clean up my cock?” I said as he quickly apologized and scrambled to get on all fours in-between my legs, immediately sucking me with a lot of suction. I slapped his head and told him it was sensitive. “Sorry, sir,” he mumbled as he tried it softer.
“It was a good effort. You’ll need more work with me before I send you out as my on-call prostitute to my clients. But, you pass.” I said as he nodded, thanking me with a dickful of mouth. I softly rubbed his shaved head. “Okay let’s go shower I think I have one more in me and I want to fuck you in there.” He popped my dick out of his mouth. “Fuck, you have one crazy sex drive. I’m in trouble huh,” he sheepishly grinned. “Yep, get up you handsome muscle bitch,” I said as he got up and pulled him up and into the bathroom.
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Bruce laid there on the bed, quietly groaning, facedown, thick knees splayed out with his ass up and chest down, panting. He didn't move after I had shot into his hole after feeling his tight ass muscles massage my dick to orgasm. I pulled out with a *pop*, my head stretching his outer ring out causing him to cry out in pain. He gave out a second yelp as I look at a look at him and slapped his rock-hard glutes. "Next time I want you to perk up your ass more, chest flatter on the ground." I said as I was watching him hold his position. He started out saying something like "I'm not flexible enough yet for that--" but was interrupted with a third yell as I stuck my finger up his used hole, pink and slick with lube and my cum. "Then stretch more, dumb lug, don't care." I said as he moaned and groaned with my finger fucking. "Damn, should have pulled out, would have loved to coat that muscled back of yours with my cum. Don't move, bitch" He didn't respond, though I could see him quivering a bit. I didn't care, I loved telling him.
Bored and still a bit horny, I grabbed a vibrator from a nearby nightstand and stuck it up his hole. I got on the bed against the headrest, hands behind my back with a remote as I told him, "get up and flex for me a bit, don't get any of my cum leak out," I commanded, resting he got up and did as he was told.
Every few poses I would use the remote to buzz, though the intensity was random so it was a surprise to both of us. He would moan out silently and shake as he did a double biceps, for example, and then quiver and lose his balance when I made him flex his glutes and it happened to fire at one of the higher settings. When I had him turn around his dick was spurting out more precum than ever before. Though Bruce knew better than to touch himself unless I gave him permission to.
"Ed, can I..." he muttered. Or that, when he would get so stirred up he'd beg for release. "Can you what?" I asked with faux innocence. "Can I cum? You've been working me for the past hour, man," he whined. "You know you're only allowed to nut when you're getting fucked," I replied. "Okay, yeah, fuck me again, please," he said, getting on the bed in the same position as earlier. I didn't move. "God dammit, Ed, fuck the cum out of me." He started almost crying as I turned on the vibrator to be constant at a low setting, getting him worked up even more.
Uncle Bruce was a lifelong bodybuilder, and he loved showing off his shaved, smooth, and bulked out body to anyone anywhere. He caught cheating on my aunt a few weeks ago, and I was the one that walked in on him with some college-aged chick. She scrambled out of there but I pulled out a video just long enough to get him in the shot. Aunt Mary was one of my closest family members despite our relationship I was 7 years younger given how our family worked out, and I thought Bruce was a pretty cool guy. He worked out often, though he often left for half the year on long work trips in theh mountains. So you can imagine how pissed I was, enough to enact some sort of perverted revenge to get my own rocks off and embarass him enough where he'd never do anything like that again. So I blackmailed him, because I wasn't a saint myself. I fucked him, twice that day and once more that night while Aunt Mary was staying over at my grandma's for the night. Told him his ass was mine or else I'd ruin him. And that he'd always be on call whenever I got in the mood, and he'd have to drop everything and get over to me wherever I was. He protested that I was making him my on-call bitch but he shut up real quick and agreed when I almost made good on my threat and pulled up a video call with my aunt - before he quickly agreed to my terms.
And today marks another night Aunt Mary's away, which means I'm over at Unc's fucking the heck out of him to my hearts content. He's become quite the hungry bottom, as much as he tries to stay stoic. I know because he tries to hide his hard-ons each time, get's embarassed despite the countless times I've fucked the cum out of him after he's asked me to. "Sure, you can nurse on my dick until it get's hard again, then straddle me so I can play with your chest as you fuck yourself on me." He groaned as he did as such, moaning into my dick when I activated the vibrator. Eventually I took my cock out and slapped his face with it, telling him its ready to enter him and to take out the vibrator. He quickly got up and grabbed the headrest and gingerly positioned my dick so he slowly sank onto it, before bouncing up and down like the common whore I've turned him into. I started to knead his chest and play with his nipples, causing him to squirt out more precum so much that his dick was flinging around slick as his bobbing motion moved it around. "I'm getting close, Unc, you better hurry and get it to jab your prostate otherwise you'll have to wait until I'm ready again." That brought out a revitalized effort, Bruce throwing away abandon as he tried to rock his ass around to find the right spot. He was getting desparate and I took pity on him. Grabbed his hips and jammmed my dick at the right angle and he started to cry out as repeated rubs caused him to blow his load all over my abs. A few seconds after he came he collasped forward onto me, sobbing a bit in pleasure as well as probably embarrassment at his predicament. I just cooed and rubbed his muscled arms and back as I told him what a good little boy bitch he was and to clean up before preparing dinner. He shuffled up and out to go shower.
My phone rang and Aunt Mary happened to be calling. I picked up and she was telling me about grandma. "How's Bruce doing?" she asked. "Good, he's pretty distraught, but I'm having a good time at least." I said. "Gross, I don't want to know, just make sure the fucker really hurts," she said. "He still doesn't know that I've known for a few weeks now?" she asked. "Don't think so. Otherwise he'd leave you, though I doubt that he will since you're basically filthy rich and you did have him sign that prenup." I scoffed. "I'm not, still a working girl." I could hear her roll her eyes. "Oops, gotta go, Don't forget to upload the videos onto the site, and use the VPN like I told you," she said. "Quite the revenge plan you've drummed up for the cheater but I won't complain." I said and told her I would. I hung up, crossed my hands over my head, and thought about what kind of position I was going to have Bruce in to suck my dick later as the game was playing on the TV.
I walked into Clyde's workroom seeing him sitting on a chair, naked and working on his computer. "Hey, Clyde, I called you, man," I said as I crossed my arms leaning against the doorway. He looked up anxious. "Sorry, boss, can't get my computer to work." I nodded. It was day 3 of being my live-in personal assistant and the big lug's lagging, I thought to myself. "Forget the computer, I got a meeting in 20 and I'm a bit distracted..." I trailed off, raising my eyebrows. Clyde sputtered something incomprehensible as he quickly got up from his chair and walked toward me. He then kneeled down as he looked up, "you need me to take care of something for you?" he said as his lips went near my growing bulge. "Yeah, Clyde, get working on what I hired you to do." He slowly pulled down my pants as my dick flung up to hit his chin. "Fuck, I thought for sure the last two days would slow you down, you're using my holes so often I barely have time to set up the rest of the stuff for this job" he said as he kissed the shaft before licking the head and slowly swallowing my dick. I threw my head back as he moaned into it. I started to rub his head and run my hand through his hair, enjoying the fellatio. "Fuck, I just knew you were the one, the moment I saw that handsome face and that body of yours. Hey, I said I liked it sloppy, remember?" I said as I put my hand on the back of his head and started to push him deeper. He loosened the suction and started to make wet loud noises and moans as I drove the pace. I admit, I liked to abuse him a bit so I pushed deeper every so often which caused him to gag, but he knew by now to just bear it when I wanted to use him to get my rocks off. Plus, the fucker gets off on it too. I looked down to see him playing with himself as his dick stiffened up. "Hands off, put them behind your back." He groaned but did as he was told as he bobbed faster and faster against my hand.
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Clyde was a bodybuilder, hooked on steroids and liked to work on his body. I happened to stay at a hotel for work when he was at a bodybuilding convention, and he hit me up on the apps looking for a guy to rough him up a bit in bed. After I fucked the living daylights out of him against the wall I had him stay the night with me, and had him legs up and spead as I ravaged his hole over and over. In the morning after I dumped another load in him, I was laying propped up against the headboard as he laid on his stomach between my legs softly nursing on my spent dick. "Fuck, you're just what I needed, my personal assistant just left for grad school. He was good on the eyes too, always got me riled up, didn't want sex though. Too bad I can't bring you home with me. You'd make a great at-home whore I'd take you in a heartbeat even if you're a shit assistant." I chuckled, making a lewd joke. He ceased mid-suck on my shaft as he thought for a moment. "Hey, I might take you up on that offer, if you want to sponsor me? If you got a place for me to stay, let me work out, that's all I'd need" I ran my hands over his hair before caressing his face. "Nah, not with you, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you. My sex drive is insane. I'd have you naked at home so it's quicker to sink my dick into you." He chuckled. "Yeah, I'd be okay with that, fuck me anytime you want. I need it bad sometimes too. Fuck, being your little kept boy. Sounds hot," he gasped as my dick twitched and got hard again.
---
That was a month ago, and before he knew it I had him sign some papers and get on my payroll. He sold most of his stuff in his small flat and I bought him his one-way ticket to my place. The poor guy wasn't kidding. Day 1 and 2 coincided with his steroid cycle and he was, horny for dick. So I used him in every room in my home, fucked him for a bit then had him reposition as I found the most fun positions and the best viewing angles. The poor guy didn't realize I meant it when I told him of my high sex drive. Whatever he was feeling I was rammped up even more with him at home.
After seeing him on his knees I got on his chair and had him sit down on my cock facing away as he rocked his hips around, grinding with my cock up his hole as he flexed his back and arms for me. Suddenly, the phone rang. He stopped, this was the first time he was on duty and the phone rang. "Well Clyde? Get to work, don't let me dick out of you though," I said as he gingerly maneuvered and reached to pick up the phone. "Reed Burton's office, this is Clyde speaking, how can I help you," he answered as he reached for a pen and paper to take some notes, realizing his laptop still wasn't working. It took a minute or so, looks like it was one of my clients who wanted to arrange a meeting for a new case. Towards the end of the call I got up and bent him over the desk as he hurriedly continued to take notes. I angled my pistoning slightly and he quickly put the phone on mute as he slammed his fist down on the table lightly as his legs started to quiver. A tell-tale sign that he was cumming handsfree. I wasn't done yet so I kept on going as he resumed his call. "Sorry, about that, can you repeat what you just said? Meeting for tomorrow, 2pm, Mr. Burton is available yes. I'll send you a calendar invite." He finished up the call and used his anal muscles to massage my shaft as he sensed I was getting close. "Yeah, I know, Mr. Burton's really good at filling things up...yes, I'm new, I'll definitely make sure he get's some stress relief, good-bye," he hung up as he looked over at me. "C'mon boss, let's give you that stress relief Ms. Edwards wanted me to make sure you get," he said as he rocked his ass back and forth. His tease sent me over the edge as I grabbed his hips and plunged as deep as I could, seeding into him before I groaned and laid against his broad back resting. He held me up in that position bent over the desk until I got up and pulled out. "Get that computer to work and put it on my calendar. And keep my cum in you I bet I'll be back after my meeting." "Yes, sir," he said as he stayed bent over, hole glistening as I watched it pucker up. Best assistant ever.
I had a surprise waiting for me when I got home from work one day. On my bedroom desk was a card with my name written in neat handwriting on the envelope.
Inside was a Christmas card from Mark and a handwritten note. "Brian, I don't know the etiquette, but thanks for being an awesome House Bottom. Happy holidays. See you in the new year."
Mark's semester had already ended, so the house would be a little quieter.
I showed Alex the card. He was amused, too, and amused I was so touched by it. "Little bro's really settling into being House Bottom," he observed.
I blushed. "You think I'm silly," I said. I still carried some self-consciousness about bottoming for my housemates.
He shook his head and pause. "Hardly, Bri. I was the one who suggested it." He paused and leaned in. "It turns out Rob is giving me my Christmas present early," he said, referring to his still new-ish boyfriend. "A hall pass with the House Bottom."
That was almost as much a surprise as Mark's holiday card. "Whoa, really?" I asked. I had to say I missed my big bro time, but at the moment I wasn't in the mood to bottom. That may have come across in my tone.
A winked at me. "Let me know if you're having another blue band night, Bri. I felt a little left out."
I blushed. "I guess word gets around."
He patted my arm. "Just among the House, bro. It's cool."
"All right," I said. "Maybe before everyone goes home." It was A talking me into another group scene, but truth was I'd been thinking of it, too. I was having sex regularly with John and Kyle, and somehow I was still horny all the time.
"No pressure, Bri, for real," he said. "But it'd be an awesome thing."
"The season of giving, right?" I joked.
"If you're giving, I'm a grateful man, bro."
***
I mulled it over.
I was still hooking up with Rick Malone, the divorce 50-something stud who I'd dated and broken up with. We were back on, not as boyfriends but definitely something more than friends with benefits. Rick and I shared a love of sports, hockey particularly, and I felt like he got me. And while he was in a different professional field, it was one close to mind and I took in his advice as a professional mentor. He was a great fit for my personality, but we were just at very different phases of our lives
The sex was off the charts hot, though. We couldn't stop ourselves from meeting up to fuck and couldn't resist slipping back into date mode. The one good thing was that we both could joke how we were doing the wrong thing.
At least now with the holidays coming, Rick was in dad mode to his kids and focused on his upcoming time with them. It had been a week and a half since one of Malone's power top fucks.
So I was juggling Rick, and my housemates Kyle and John. Maybe I was getting out of control. But it felt like things were in control. Rick was just a temporary fling, I knew, and I could trust my House Tops. My sex drive was spiking and yeah, it all seemed crazy fun.
And I won't lie. Alex's interest in a gangbang gave me some additional incentive to do one.
So I picked a day I was able to get out of work a half hour early. End of year was a busy time at work, but with the holidays, coworkers were often working more flexibly to do shopping errands or head off to holiday parties. I powered down, my heart pounding a little because I was planning an orgy for later.
I got home and cleaned myself out good and once again for good measure. I was horny but not in a dick hard kind of way, it was weird. Just excited mainly. I showered and dressed in some casual sweats and T shirt and went to the dinner to make a quick dinner.
My housemate John got home earlier than normal, and we chatted while he made his dinner. Mostly small talk, work and general life stuff, like Christmas plans. John had family in upstate New York he'd visit but also didn't enjoy spending more than a couple of days there.
I told him about the Christmas card Mark gave me.
"For real?" John asked with a twinkle in his eye.
I nodded. "Pretty funny right?"
"Makes me feel like an inconsiderate top," John replied. He was getting in flirty mode, I recognized.
I flirted back. "What, you gonna get me a House Bottom gift?" I teased.
"Yeah, Powers, I'm gonna get you a House Bottom gift... just gotta go shopping tomorrow."
"I was just kidding, John," I said. He probably knew, but just in case...
"I'm not," he said. Blue eyes fixed on mine. The preppy dude was in heat, and I was too. He lowered his voice. "And it's not just because I wanna get in your hole tonight, Brian."
He was putting it out there. He saw my flint of hesitation and added, "I know I'm being greedy hitting you up twice in a week."
"I like you in greedy mode," I assured him. "Only..." I'd wanted this to be a surprise. "I was thinking tonight would be a blue band night."
John laughed. He had a sexy smile and laugh. "Wasn't sure we were gonna get another of those."
"Yeah, I wasn't sure either."
"OK if I get some one-on-one time with you first, Brian?" John asked. He still had on his button-down shirt from work, which still seemed neatly pressed at 7PM. As usual, I could make out the jacked muscle beneath.
"I'd like that," I said.
We were both giving heavy eye contact as we cleaned up and put the dishes in the dishwasher.
"You're sex on legs, you know, Powers."
I smiled. "You're fucking hot too, John... and when did you start calling me Powers?" To John I was always Brian.
He shrugged. "When you became House Bottom. That bug you?"
"It's all good," I assured him. "But I like that we have our own thing, you know?" This was being flirty, but threatening to cross into something more.
John was on the same page. "I like it too, Brian," he said softly, and he leaned into kiss me. Damn, John Harris could kiss. We made out softly, right there in the kitchen. We weren't supposed to do anything in the common areas, but none of the guys were around yet. So I went with it. And John slowly guided our kiss into something deeper, holding me and pulling my body to face him.
He had a sultry smile on his face when he pulled back. "Please tell me I can get this more than once a week after the holidays."
"I'd like that, John."
He gave me a very appreciative look and said, "I should let you get ready."
"Already done," I grinned.
"Fuck," John hissed and kissed me more deeply.
"My room?" I asked into his mouth as we barely broke the kiss.
We made our way back to my room and I watched John strip out of his work clothes as I took the blue band from my nightstand and placed it on my doorknob. I shut the door, leaving it cracked ajar.
Already he was lubing up his big cock and lying on the bed while I peeled off my clothes.
"You gonna take a lot of cock tonight, Powers?" he hissed.
I was turned on but yeah the self consciousness about slutting out was coming back now. "You're treating me like a porn star, John," I protested. I got up on the bed to join him, my hands more affectionately caressing his jacked body.
"Is that a bad thing?" he asked.
"I don't know, man... fuck."
His lips were on the side of my neck, kissing me with surprisingly soft kisses. "Just enjoy being our House Bottom tonight, Bri... I'll go soft on you when it's just us."
There was something so persuasive about John Harris, but it was also the feeling of that rockhard muscle, incongruously big for a nice guy like him. And I could feel that greased up heavy cock against my belly as John rolled us over and began humping and making out with me. He took his time, working me up and kissing down my body.
I lifted my legs. Rick Malone had John beat in sheet topping mojo, but John had become a better rimmer, the way he got into eating me out, and the way his tongue seemed to get longer as he prodded it inside me.
"Fuck, John," I hissed.
"The House Bottom in heat tonight?" he asked as he pulled back, his finger now pushing against my spit-wet ring.
This was a porny-side of John Harris I hadn't seen. I mean, I'd seen hints of it before, but the guy was really horny now.
"You like seeing me put out for the other guys," I observed, smiling as he leaned his body up into a kneeling position. That smooth muscle was amazing, big arms and power chest, but that thick prick was the real attention getter. Harris was rock hard and ready to fuck.
"I do, Bri... fuck!" he twisted his finger a little to push inside my hole. The spit wasn't enough lubrication, now that it was drying some, so he squirted a bunch of lube on his fingers and began working me open.
It could be his foreplay game was getting even better, but mostly I knew that John just was learning how to read me and my responses. I felt so alive and sexual looking up into his eyes as he grinned and slid two, then three fingers in and out.
"This ass is so amazing, Bri," he said softly. "I fucking love it."
Harris's smooth approach was getting me worked up. If he wanted me to be his bottom in heat, I could play along. "I want you to dick me deep, John.... Start with the biggest cock in the house."
"I'll do you last, too, Powers," he bragged as he got into place. The entry felt great. Once-a-week sessions with him and Kyle, plus the additional hookups with Rick, had my hole more relaxed and ready.
Again, those nagging doubts about whether I enjoyed getting fucked too much ran through my head, but within a second, John's thick tool pushed against then ran over my prostate. My dick jerked and I felt my body's tension relax.
"Yeah, man, I got you," John said. It was wild how his confidence had grown in the bedroom.
I reached up and ran my hands along his strong body and almost immediately felt him power all the way in. Then again. He'd applied enough lube to ease the way, and his hips were taking full advantage. It felt intense, but my dick stayed hard and I felt the aching feeling feed into pleasure inside my ass somehow. I had a mental image of Rick Malone and John both taking me, taking turns and making my ass sing.
It wasn't Malone who joined, of course. I heard Alex's distinct "bro" voice. "Damn," he said. It took a second, but I watched him appear beside the bed, naked and rock hard.
"Hey," John said, a shyness now sweeping over his face. They had their own dynamic as friends, housemates, and trainer-client. John and A had tagged teamed me that first time at the beach, but it had been a long time.
I watched Alex stepped to the side of the bed, that jacked ex-football build naked and that long dick hard.
"Doing good, little bro?" he asked with a wink.
I looked up excitedly, but A didn't give me much chance to respond. Already with one hand he was guiding my hand toward him, while his other hand pushed that long tool to my lips.
I went with it. A is easier to suck than Kyle or especially John, since despite his length he wasn't overly fat. I swallowed several inches eagerly.
"That's it, bro," A urged.
"FUCK!" John hissed. He loved watching this. I felt his fuck go into overdrive. Hard driving strokes pushed that thick cock in and out with deep plunges. It was all too much, and I felt my ass seize up and tears run around my cheek.
A was pushing in further, but I pressed back on his thighs and moaned around his cock in discomfort.
"John... ease up," I heard A say.
"Yeah," he hissed, clearly turned on like crazy. I felt his hips slow down to a glacial pace, in and out as he leaned down and kissed my neck. The shift in position had me wrap my legs around his waist, and that additional contact with John made the fuck feel great. A pulled back and let us go at it, and I took the opportunity to kiss John deep.
"Feel better?" he asked. But he already knew.
I nodded. "Yah." My prostate was singing now. I loved when John Harris got in power mode sometimes, but this slow approach felt amazing.
He grinned and nodded up. "Think Alex can have a turn?"
I nodded again.
John gave one more kiss then pulled back. Once that fat tool cleared the breach, I already missed it inside me. As it was, I watched with fixed attention on that big greased up dong, falling heavy then jerking up into a more standing position. Harris was hung enough that a full erection didn't always stand up right like other guys.
But already John was scooting in the bed and giving Alex his berth. That big bro dick was rigid and erect in comparison, and already A had slathered on some lube, which glistened in the lamp light.
Alex could be seductive, but already John had opened me up, so now he wasn't wasting time.
"Legs back, little bro," he urged, and as I pulled my thighs back, I felt that prick hard bore its way into my relaxed hole and slide right on in.
He tapped deep, but no deeper than John. It felt magnificent, especially seeing the excited look on his face. "I missed this bro hole," he gasped.
"Fuck me, big bro," I said back. I felt self-conscious doing the brother play with John there, but he'd witnessed it before.
"Tapping out deep, Powers," he grunted. He held just a second then started dicking me. Ramirez had his one speed and now that I was opened up, he was fucking me fast.
John's earlier fucking meant that it now felt incredible. I saw Harris's goofy smile as he watched.
"So hot, Bri..." he said.
I gave him a needy look, taking a second to watch A get his power top on. Alex had a lot of muscle and at times like that I felt it.
"Holy shit," I gasped. I couldn't believe this felt as good as it did, but somehow it did.
I looked back at John. I needed him to kiss me. He did, tongue snaking into my mouth as A drilled me.
When he pulled back he patted my chest. "Think you can suck me, Powers?"
I nodded and it wasn't until he knelt up on the bed to feed me his cock that I realized it had been in my ass and was still coated in some lube. I went for it, leaning in to lick the tip and take it into mouth. It was a first to me and felt wildly sexual. I sucked more of that thick meat as John fed it to me.
Between that power drilling and working that fat prick deeper into my throat the best I could, I was getting lost.
But I felt A stop his thrusts a second then slip out. I pulled off John and looked just in time to see my housemate Kyle there, scooting into the saddle where Alex just was.
"Damn, nothing better than House Bottom night," he said and pushed in. He didn't have John's finesse, nor Alex's hard speed. Kyle just loved to fuck at a speed that got his rocks off. Steady up until the final sprint before his orgasm.
"Fuck me, White," I urged.
This was turning into a full-on orgy. Kyle fucked while John and A took either side of me, urging me to alternate sucking them. After doing ass-to-mouth with John, I didn't balk with A. My ass was clean after all.
This didn't last too long. John's voice got more urgent. "Kyle... I gotta blast. OK if I go?"
Kyle nodded and eased out. John was almost rushing to get back inside me. It was back to our earlier position, my legs wrapped around his waist, his muscled body covering me tightly as we kissed and John pounded that big meat in and out. He grunted into the kiss, and I felt his hard body stiffen on top of me. I was getting my first load of the night.
He took a second to recover and slip out of me, giving my chest an appreciative pat. "You're the best, Powers," he said. My hole felt super wet when he slipped out.
Alex was next. Verbally and with his hands, he guided me onto all fours. I didn't always prefer doggy, but I welcomed the change in position to prevent the cramping in my legs and hips. I felt him behind me, his weight pushing down the mattress and his strong hands pulling my hips back in a total top move.
That long snake bore back into me. Deep and fast.
Kyle took his turn at my mouth, waving that sizable piece for service. It was my first spit roast, at least in that classic position which was easier to do than I expected. Slowly Kyle pumped my mouth, with a restraint I was grateful for. Just enough cock in my mouth to be a turn on, and just enough oral stimulation on his meat to keep him fluffed without nutting.
A wasn't holding back though. I moaned around White's cock as I felt that pile drive pace that signaled he was gonna nut.
"God damn, bro!" he hissed loudly. He was getting his release. "FUCK!"
"My turn," Kyle announced. I thought John had maybe left after his orgasm, but he was watching from the side of the bed, still hard, still turned on.
"OK if I get beneath you, Bri?" he asked.
These guys were running the show, my mind was actually in a fog from the sexual overstimulation. I nodded and let John get back on the bed. His body felt amazing as I crawled on top of him. With a few seconds, Kyle was back in the saddle.
John and I kissed while Kyle fucked for his orgasm.
"So fuckin wet, Powers... Jesus..."
This was the slutty Brian Powers let out to play. I'd question it tomorrow, but it felt right then. I grunted into John's mouth and felt his hands caress my arm muscle. Somehow the stimulation - those hands, that kiss, Kyle pounding my butt nut, John's dick and abs against my own aching cock - pushed me to my first hands-free cum. I spurted between Johns' and my body, feeling a different kind of intensity. I gave it up hard and didn't even realize Kyle was nutting inside my ass until I felt him pull back and give my ass a light slap.
"Jesus, Brian... that was off the charts hot." I heard him say.
I saw a goofy grin on John's face as I pulled from our kiss. I turned back to see Kyle pick up his shorts and T-shirt off my bedroom floor. "Seriously," my housemate said. "Please tell me there's gonna be House Bottom night again."
I felt the relaxation of post-orgasm set in. "Yeah, I'm sure," I answered.
"All right," Kyle said. "You guys continuing?"
John caressed my arm again. "We're gonna enjoy the moment if that's OK, Kyle."
I could see White's suspicion. House Rule number 9 read, "No jealousy, no drama, no pushing boundaries." Maybe John and I were introducing some drama in the house with our affectionate closeness. Then again, it was Kyle's role not to be jealous.
He nodded now. "Yeah, sure. Have a good one." If he was judging us, it didn't show when he pulled the blue band off the doorknob and set it on the dresser before shutting the door.
John and I enjoyed some quiet make out time after Kyle left. I knew he was horny still, and hard, but he'd also gotten his rocks off that night so I assumed the urgency was gone.
"You're so fucking cute, Bri," he said softly, looking up at me with his brown eyes. I could see the lighter flecks in them now. And I don't know, John Harris had really fucking nice skin. Manly yet well taken care of. It was a weird thing to notice.
"You too, John."
"I don't have a shot at you, do I?" he asked. His face had some concern, but he hid that with his soft smile.
"You make me sound like a dick."
He winced a little at that. "It's not that, Bri... but... you know you're the hottest guy in the city, right?"
I didn't want to be conceited but I nodded in a way that suggested I knew my worth.
"Sorry if I went too far," Harris said.
I ran my hand along his chest and kind of leaned my head into the crook of his neck.
"Nah, you're good, John. I dunno. I love my time with you. Maybe I'm just looking for the impossible in a boyfriend." There was definitely chemistry with John Harris, but I also knew we weren't really good boyfriend material for each other. Our personalities didn't meld, and we had very different interests.
He patted my arm. "You deserve the impossible, Bri. For real."
I felt crazy emotional now. I'd gone from being the cumdump in a Frat House gangbang to navigating the landmine of a friend and fuckbuddy who had romantic feelings for me. I leaned up and John kissed me. It was reassuring in a way.
"You lost your hardon," I finally observed.
"Yeah," he said wistfully. "You're pretty fucked out anyway. We went hard on you."
"It was fun," I replied. "I love that you guys don't judge me."
"Never," he smiled. His brown eyes seemed to take in my face, every inch, before he added. "Maybe I should go to my room and let you get some rest."
He was angling to see if I wanted to spend the night with him, but I needed some space. "Yeah, I feel pretty beat."
"You're a trooper, Powers," he said. Slipping back into the House Top performance that Harris seemed to think was expected. He slipped out of my bed and got dressed. Eyes were on me.
"If I don't see you before then, have a great Christmas."
I lay back in bed on my back, naked and displayed for John's gaze. I was a mess and would need to shower off. "You, too, John."
He stepped back for one last kiss. Soft and sensual. "Good night."
****
Things were a little awkward the next day. I think A was upset at how much he enjoyed his hall pass from Rob and was now keeping a guarded distance from me. Kyle was in his smirking mode, which I got but made me feel cheap. Maybe I wasn't cut out for this House Bottom business.
At least it was the day before Christmas Eve and work was slower and there was a more festival feeling around the office. I looked forward to a few days off. Going home would be a nice change of scenery too.
By the end of the day, I was feeling more normal. My buddy Zach was heading home the next morning, but we hit the gym together and said we'd hang out over New Years.
That evening was almost a repeat of the night before. Me having dinner in the kitchen, and John coming in. This time, he was changed into his more casual preppy look. Button-down shirt, thick wool sweater, hair gelled in place.
He had an apologetic look on his face. "Sorry if I crossed some lines last night, Brian," he said.
"We're good, John," I assured him.
He nodded. "Thanks. Well... I'm about to head off."
"When do you come back?"
"The 29th," he said. "Day after you." He smirked and pulled his backpack off his shoulder and pulled out a present and a card. "The card is from all of us. I'd rather you not open the present until Christmas."
"Wow," I said. "I don't really have anything..." I felt bad.
"We just wanted to get you something."
I took the card and opened the envelope. Looking up, I had to tease. "Did Mark set the bar?"
John laughed. "Something like that." He watched attentively, waiting for my reaction.
The card was signed by all three, Kyle, A, and John. "To the most amazing House Bottom and an amazing man. Merry Christmas." In there was a gift card printout to an online sex shop. I was touched, but also had to laugh.
"We were going to get you a dildo but figured you could pick out your own toy."
"Never used one," I said. "But I'm sure it will be fun."
"Merry Christmas, Bri."
"Thanks. You too. For real, I appreciate you guys."
John stepped up and kissed me.
"Safe travels tomorrow."
"Thanks."
***
I didn't see Kyle or A that night or the next morning but sent them a text to thank them for the card and gift.
I decided not to take John's gift back home with me. So after I got off work midday, I came home and before I packed up, I took the box in hand. The box was neatly wrapped, so neat that I had to realize just how different personalities John Harris and I were.
But I was surprised to see a neatly folded vintage jersey from the hockey team I followed. It was very John but also very me. I folded it back and placed it on my dresser. It was a sweet, thoughtful gift. I'd text him tomorrow.
The drive back sucked with the traffic. It gave me a lot of time to think about what I wanted out of men. Sexually, romantically, and as friends. I could see it wasn't good to mix those like I did, but I also enjoyed the connections with all the guys in my life. I almost talked myself into going on a date with John Harris. The sex was great, and he had a romantic way in bed that won me over. The guy was clearly falling for me, maybe had already fully. And yet, something about that idea felt like settling. I felt bad for thinking that because Harris was a hot guy and a good catch. Just maybe not Mr. Right for me.
I reflected over how the House Bottom thing had developed. My misgivings were abating then, and I realized I'd enjoyed putting out for those guys. The sex pushed my comfort zone in just the right way, and I grew hard as I drove, just reliving the group sex. I'd find a way to make it happen again before too long.
When I pulled into the driveway of my childhood home, it was dark. I turned off the car and undid the seatbelt. Only when I checked my phone did I see my text messages. A safe travels one from Zach. A thank you text from Kyle to thank me for the hot time the other night. And the third was from Rick Malone.
"Hey Brian. Sorry, I've been caught up in family and work stuff. But I hope you have a great Christmas. Talk to you in the new year. xoxo Rick."
That text made me perk up more than it should. I shook my head. Alone in the car, I said aloud, "Brian, you're a fucking mess." I laughed and opened the door, ready to get my family time face on.
Vinny stepped out to the balcony of my condo, letting the sunlight hitting his almost naked body. He was wearing just a thing black string thong and hat as he saw me and gave me a small biceps flex to show off his big arms against his huge chest.
“Ethan, morning, sir.” He said as continued to stretch. He started calling me sir for the first time yesterday, as he was on his knees deepthroating my dick. I liked the way it sounded and what it meant to him so I made him keep referring me to it since.
“Vinny, how’d you sleep?” I yawned as I poured him a cup of coffee, motioning for him to come by the table. “Good, as always when you put that big dick of yours inside me,” he said as he thanked me for the coffee and took a sip as he leaned over the balcony, perking his well-fucked ass out towards me.
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Vinny wasn’t always this overtly slutty, but he wasn’t always getting his body used by me. I used to fuck him in college when we were on the same football team and roommates. The guy howled and moaned as my dick ravaged his holes almost every night, especially after a drunk night out. He always said he didn’t like it but he initiated about half the time. We lost contact after graduation for a few years, when I saw him again at my gym. He was working out alone, I walked up to him and told him he was working out with me, then coming home with me. Reactively, he nodded. We were alone in the locker room as I was showering when he came up next to me and got down on his knees and opened his mouth, just like he used to do at our dorm. “I like the initiative, Vinny,” I scoffed as I kept showering. I shampooed my hair, and his, letting my dick wipe around his face but not giving him what he silently thought I wanted. He followed me home that evening, and he didn’t leave until the weekend was over. In between fucking him over and over, he told me he moved to the city by himself, trying to make it as a bodybuilder and supplement seller. The way he was describing his fitness journey made me think he some major body dysmorphia issues but he seemed committed to the goal. But he was down on his luck and low on funds. He was looking for a sponsor.
“What does a sponsor do?” I asked, curious. I had just pulled out after ducking Vinny and shot my load on his abs and chest as his dick lay untouched and leaking. I had forbade him to touch his dick while in my home and was resting in bed with his head resting on me as I played around his chest. “Covers my gym and supplement/hormone expenses. If it’s a brand they have me wear certain things to advertise their product or services. Have me show up at places to advertise.” I nodded, “what do they get in return?” He shrugged, “at this point. I’d do whatever they want me to,” he said looking down.
“I’d sponsor you, Vinny boy,” I said, causing him to look up at me. “Huh?” He has this dumb look his face. I shrugged. “Yeah, I can comp you to work on your body. I like the idea of you you getting bigger and more cut. You’re fucking hot already when I’m hitting you from behind and your big back is flexed out, or when those tree trunk legs of yours are up on my shoulders. And fuck I love this puffy chest and huge arms. You just gotta be like, safe with the steroids and stuff, you know” I said when squeezed his nipple causing him to squeal a bit. “They would be amazing, Ethan,” he got up, silently cheering as I noticed his own dick now even more stiff as it waved at full mast. “There’s a catch though, bud, as you probably know.” He nodded, sitting back on the bed on his knees sitting on his heels. “Anything man, you can fuck me anytime you want.” I scoffed. “I already do fuck you anytime I want. You’ve let me do that since college, you muscle slut.” He turned red, “just with you, Ethan,” he muttered. I laughed and softly traced my finger over his handsome face, until I pushed in a finger in his mouth and he softly sucked on it. I continued “you’ll can save on rent if you wanna live with me again. Though if I’m paying for you and you’re taking up space around here then I get to own you. When I want to, you have to do what I say. Even things like what I want you to wear that day if I feel like it, or what you’ll be doing for the weekend if I made plans that includes you. Of course, you’ll be practically naked while inside these walls so I can see what my money has bought me.” He nodded, agreeing, and he got down between my legs, face above my now stiff cock as he waited for my nod to begin taking me in his mouth.
Thus began my sponsorship of Vinny. He indeed got even more built. More slutty for my dick as well, likely a side effect of his supplements and testosterone. Sometimes I make him parade around in short shorts and a thigh string tank, and I indeed keep him naked at home. Even if he’s opening up for a delivery, after the first time I joked if the delivery guy wanted Vinny to service him as a tip, Vinny got super embarrassed when the guy politely declined. But I’ve started to loan him out to other guys for their enjoyment. First it was the gym owner who l gave him free rein to Vinny’s holes around the gym for a hefty monthly subscription. The only requirement was that Vinny couldn’t touch himself and could only cum while getting fucked. Vinny didn’t like it when someone else besides me used him, but as it was what I wanted, it was what he had to do.
After the first few months, he won his first competition, after we celebrated and drank out like we used to do in college. As we got back to the hotel he automatically stripped as I took out a gift box and watched as he opened it. “It’s a gold necklace and bracelet.” I said, “I want you to wear it. I think it looks good against your skin.” He nodded and blushed, and thanked me before asking if I can put it on him. “Of course, I bet it’s going to look good swinging around as you’re on all fours getting stuffed. I smiled and chuckled as he scoffed and got even more red. “No one’s ever gifted me jewelry,” he muttered. “I think you’re beautiful, and mine, that’s why.” He got close and I looked at the gold necklace resting against his big pecs and traps. “Does this mean you’re claiming me as yours? Romantically?” hr almost whispered. “I keep saying, you’re always mine, but if you want to give it that significance then yes, you are mine, wearing that in public means you’re taken by me.” He smiled and rested his head on my neck before I lifted his head up to kiss him. “Fuck, sir, that feels good. You want to fuck me? Make me feel good as I make you feel good,” I groaned into him, surprised that he was voluntarily being submissive to me, usually he brushes it off in embarrassment. I nodded as he asked me to sit back and enjoy. He went to go prep and came back to grab some lube to slick up his hole before straddling my legs facing away from me and aim my rock hard dick below his ass. He slowly lowered himself on me, flexing his arms and back as he used his legs to tuck himself on my pole, groaning how his ass was mine and how he built his body for me to use. I started slapping his ass calling him a piece of meat, a dumb muscle bitch to boss around and fuck, getting him more hot and bothered. I had him turn around and he continued the flexing as I took control of the fuck, pistoning up and down. I started playing with his chest, rubbing and grabbing all over as I traced my finger around his abs and thighs. Suddenly Vinny groaned out as I saw him shoot his load, hands free as his swinging dick flung ropes on his abs and my chest. His ass muscles clenching down on my dick sent me over the edge and I erupted into him. “Fuck yea, sir, fill me up and mark me as yours with your seed.” Vinny whimpered. He leaned down to kiss me as we both came down from our orgasms.
I watched Brett walk back to our spot on the beach, wearing nothing but a hat his sunglasses and a thin thing Speedo that barely covered his crotch. It accentuated his body and ass perfectly though, I’m not that he needed it given his body was ripped. We were at a nude gay beach, far away from the town where we both lived and worked.
“How was the hot walk, let’s see what goods you were carrying” I asked looking up from my book as I was sitting on our beach blanket, smiling at him mischievously. I made a motion with my hand and he started lightly flexing for me. “These guns, these buns,” he quietly chuckled at his own joke before handing me my phone that I “accidentally” left in the car. Truth was I wanted him to show off his body, he didn’t do it enough and he’s been hitting the gym hard for a while before we left on this trip.
“I feel so exposed, Cal, I’m the closest guy to being naked on this beach. A bikini has more fabric than what ai’m wearing.” He pouted as he went to lay down on his back on the beach blanket, showing me the thong string that was flossing between his asschecks.
“Okay, why’d you wear it then” I asked, not looking up from reading. He was quiet for a beat. “I thought you’d like having me in it.” He said quietly. I put my book down, took a look at him, he was looking away head turned. I sighed, grabbed a bottle of sunscreen as I straddled his hulking body with my own, he groaned a bit as I squirted sunscreen on his back and started to softly massage it in. “You forgot to get sunscreen on your back.” He laughed. “Just like when you paint my back with another think white fluid,” he laughed again at his joke as I scoffed. “You don’t like showing off your body? It’s hot as fuck and you’ve put a lot of work in it.” I asked as I massaged him more, now on his lower back. “I’m whatever about it. What I want is to show off for you.” “What do you mean?” Now I was at his butt, kneading them like dough. I grabbed some oil nearby and started to play around with his hole. Then slowly inserting my finger in as a huge groan came muffled from Brett as he was facedown on the blanket.
He started talking muffled. “You know, we hook up so often that my holes are constantly sore. I havn’t felt the need to see anyone else for a while. When you fuck me it keeps me going for days. And this last week it’s been nonstop everyday I ended up just staying over. Girls take too much to start with, and you’re only the second guy I’ve ever been with…and I know your a catch, in mind and in that, ahem, big piece you got there. I just wanted people to see that I’m here with you. Even if they don’t know us or care. That I look this good for you, just because I want to for you, even if that’s not how you see me.” I could tell he was blushing a bit. I flipped him over and he covered his face as I saw a huge hardon peeking up over the thong. His own girth was big enough that I could see the top half his dick along the entire shaft. “So you like being my own little fucktoy? First in the gym showers, then on weekends in my home where you’re naked all day, and now you want me to claim you as my bitch?” I said, half joking, but he kept his face covered with his veiny arm as he nodded. “Fuck, Cal, you know me, inside and out. I’ll do whatever you want, however you want, if you’ll let me. This sexy fun trip I’ve been trying to figure out a way to show my commitment to you” His breathing got ragged as he was spilling out his emotions. I leaned down over him and pushed his arm away, replacing it with a deep kiss. We both moaned into each other as he took a best before returning it with a gentle but feverish force.
I broke off to talk as I felt a hand on my crotch. “Hey, I’m down and feel the same way about you, Brett, I just don’t want you to feel pressured to get committed to anything, I’m only the second guy you’ve had sex with, you should feel free to fuck or get fucked my other people too. My idea of commitment is emotional not physical. We both love sex, and if that type of drive moves and changes I don’t ever want us to feel trapped, or use it as a weapon to spite. That being said, babe, I’m crazy for you too, would love to go steady with you.” I grinned at my own display of emotions.
Brett looked into my eyes as I spoke, and was feeling up my stiffening rod before he suddenly scooted down and pulled down my pants. He quickly took my dick in his mouth and started to softly blow me. “Oh this is happening?” I breathed out as I let out a gasp as he bobbed away. “Gotta keep my new man happy and satisfied,” he popped my cock out to mutter before getting right back at it. I laughed, “you already make me happy and drained.” It’s been more than a bit that I was planking so I rolled over and he got on top of me now, straddling as he grabbed the oil to slick up his hole. With a quick practiced motion he lined up my cock to his ass after pulling his thong to the side and slowly lowered himself on it as we both groaned out quietly. He started dirty talking to me, which he usually gets in the mood for when I’m rocking against his prostrate. “Fuck me like you own me, babe. Like I’m just a hole to be used. Anywhere you want this ass, you can fuck it. Just take me right then and there I don’t care I just need that cock of yours in me as much as possible.” He moaned out feeling me get close. “Yeah baby, fill me up and mark me as yours. Want your seed spilling out of me.” I grabbed his hips and thrusted up a few times as I unleashed a torrent of cum up his ass. He softly grinded while my dick was still hard in him, leaning forward to give me a kiss as I laid there spent. “Oh, you didn’t cum yet, want me to blow you, babe?” He shook his head. “Nah, I like staying in the mood for you, you usually like to fuck the cum outta me on the second fuck anyway, and I wanna stay slutty for you.” I just looked at him as he softly massaged my dick with his ass muscles. “I’m not even soft yet…” I mused as he started to bounce up and down on my dick again. I kept remarking. “Fuck I think I can go again right now. That’s a first,” Brett moaned out as he flexed for me while fucking himself. I pulled out his hard leaking dick and gave it a few tugs before I was rewarded with a few ropes of cum that splattered all over my abdomen and chest. I came myself for the second time with less than the first, and after a bit of time Brett got off to lick the cum off of me. “I think I hit the jackpot with you, Brett,” I sighed as I laid back with my eyes closed, feeling the warm wind. Brett laughed, “Likewise” as he did the same, laying on his stomach as we kept talking about what the future held for the both of us.
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"Fuck, I had no idea you were built with that kind of ass, it was made to be fucked" I slapped Bruce the bellhop on his meaty mounds as I pulled out of his gaping hole, watching it quiver as I took his whole body in with my eyes. I had just spent the last few minutes bending him over the restroom sink pounding away as he screamed his lungs out. I sat back on the couch in my resort room, telling Bruce. "stay like that, bitch, play with your sloppy hole for me."
"Yes, sir", Bruce groaned and did as he was told. Using one hand to rest on the rail as he took his muscled arm and started to fingerbang his sloppy hole, his moans coming up aain as he performed for my pleasure, as he had been all weekend long.
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I checked into one of my suites in a hotel that I owned out in the city, looking to get away from work for a bit as mandated by my company. "I swear if you don't go out on vacation now you'll die from stress, go get laid and come back less pissy," my VP and best friend said as I met with him to prepare for my 3 weeks of leave. "You won't suck me dick for me, I'll give you a raise?" I asked, joking with him." "Dick's not for me, though you'll have to give me more equity in the company for that. But hey, maybe you'll bring back a boytoy and you can keep him around for release," he joked back.
As I was checked in, an early middle-aged man was my bellhop and we rode the elevator uptogether as he helped me with my things. "Honor to meet you, Mr. Jones, sir, my name is Bruce." Bruce and I made small talk, and I watched as his muscular body in his uniform strain and move under his clothes as he pushed along my things away to the elevator. We made small talk, both about working out, the city, he told me he had just moved here and was lucky he was able to find work right away, though it's been a long week and he was excited to be off the clock soon. I just got a text that an old fuck-buddy of mine wasn't able to meet up tonight. I cursed out loud. "Sir?" he interrupted me from my horny anger. "Huh? Oh sorry, Bruce, I just got a text from a hook up buddy of mine, he can't make it anymore and to be honest, I'm pretty pent up right now." "He, huh?" Bruce mumbled, eyeing me. The conversation drifted elsewhere as we headed into my suite. Bruce unlocked the door and moved into offload my things. I went to grab the wine chilling in the ice bucket and poured out a glass for myself, and figured why the hell not and poured one for Bruce too, before walking up to offer him a glass. As he was finished he turned and knocked the wine glass accidentally out of my hand and it spilled onto his uniform.
"Oh fuck, sorry, sir, are you okay?" I nodded, "I'm okay, but sorry your uniform got ruined. No worries I'll get you a new one. Though, since you're here and off the clock soon, why don't you come grab a drink with me?" Bruce smiled, nodded, and went to pick up the dropped glass to put away before he grabbed a new one and poured himself some wine. We clinked and took a sip. "Why don't you get out of those clothes? I'll call someone to bring you a new set". "Yes, sir," he replied as he slowly took off his shirt and pants, laying them carefully to the side giving me a view of his perky muscled butt in a jockstrap. I whistled, "damn, what a view," I chuckled as he blushed and came to sit down with me on the couch. We chatted a bit more and the conversation drifted from workout routines to sex. "When's the last time you've been with a guy?" I looked at him. "How do you know I have been with guys?" I shrugged. "You're a handsome fella, you've probably been propositioned at least once if you're not gay." He nodded. "It's been a long time, back when I used to truck drive my supervisor was a fuck buddy. Though that was years ago...". "You miss it?" I asked, looking at his toned body. "Maybe, I can't remember it much, I just remember my buddy having one hell of a log. Felt nice." "Felt nice where?" I started to notice I was boning up hearing this muscled daddy type recount his sexcapades as he was almost naked on my couch. "Holding it. In my hand. In my mouth...in my ass," he hoarsly whispered after dry swallowing. "Yeah? It felt right being there?" "Yes, sir, like my friend said. He often told me I was born to get fucked with legs and an ass like mine. Sometimes he'd get our coworkers to have fun with us, although they always ended up preferring I suck them off or get fucked by them." "Why didn't you keep doing so?" "I needed to move, money was tight, no time between my jobs and the gym. Years passed and here I am."
"Come here, in front of me." I motioned to him. He slowly got up, walking to face me as I was still sitting down. I pointed down and he got on his knees, still keeping eye contact with me. "You follow orders really well, Bruce. You're a good employee, knowing what your bosses want without them having to tell you, huh?" He shruddered and nodded. "Do you think you know what I want?" He nodded. I told him to say it out loud. "To use me, sir. To fuck me." I nodded back this time. "And is that what you want too, Bruce?" I saw his eyes travel down to the huge dick print on my trousers, and he gulped. "Yes, sir. Whatever you want me to do. I am at your service."
"That's right. Good answer. Take out my dick and start sucking it."
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For the first half hour, I had him worship my dick and let him show me his submissive side. Eventually I threw him on the bed, held his tree trunk legs up and spread out as I pounded his prostate. He did so well, didn't even go to remove his jockstrap to play with his own hard dick. After I came in him, he got off and sucked me clean before I started to get hard in the shower from us touching each other. I fucked him again as he was bent over against the glass panel, the water beading around his broad muscled back as he moaned away. I ordered some beer and burgers as we recovered in post-sex hunger.
For the next 32 hours, I had him in all sorts of positions, we hadn't even gotten his uniform cleaned or ordered a new set yet, since I didn't see the point since having him naked was the easiest way to get access to his ass.
Now after I watched him molest his own hole for a bit, he was now sitting on my dick facing me as he rode up and down. I started to get in the mood and began to jackhammer up as he held position and endured my fucking. "Fuck, sir, you're stretching me out again," he moaned. "Oh shit, I'm going to cum!" he screamed as I saw him blow his load over my abs. I slowed down my pounding as he started to come down from his nut, but he started to pick up the pace himself, now choosing to focus on my pleasure. "Fuck, you're really good at this sir, and that dick of yours, it's like it knows how to find my prostate -- Oh fuck!" he said as he felt my own dick pulse and grow in size as it began to shoot a load up his ass. Panting, we both came together on the bed as we started to make out.
"Bruce, you wanna do this more often? I'm looking for an assistant, well, more of an ASSistant-on-call as well. Double your wage and turn it into a salary. The sex, well, I won't pressure you but I need that mouth and ass and I won't leave without it." He looked surprised, but said yes. "Fuck, selling my ass like that is kind of hot," he muttered. "Well, it's my ass, I'm paying for it, right?" I half-joked. Bruce laughed, "yes, sir, you own me. Use me whenever you like." As he got up to clean my quickly hardening dick again.
Uncle Abe was resting in the patio sofa naked when I came out, naked myself from the fucking we just had. We both showered and went to nap, before I woke up and found him hanging outside in the buff. "Fuck, kid, you're already hard again? I can't keep up with you, Tim." He scoffed as he rested his head against his hand in disbelief. "What can I say, you just bring the need to fuck out of me when I see out, Unc," I chuckled as I came out to the patio and sat across from him. "My ass is still sore from your big log ramming into me all night, is it okay if I use my mouth?" he looked up at me after eyeing the dick pointing at him. I shrugged, "for now, I guess," watching him get on his knees to service my cock.
"Never should have made that bet," he muttered before taking me in his mouth. I softly rubbed his head and he cooed into my dick.
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Abe wasn’t really my uncle by blood, but he and my dad were high school buddies and practically were brothers. Hell, he was there when I was born, when my mom died, and for most of my milestones of life. Especially when I came out to my dad, he and Abe didn't blink twice when they said not a problem, and that was that.
Dad in his later years was a sort of world traveler, after I went off to college. he’d come by every few months but would always be off on some grand adventure. I worked remote so I’d watch over his place and save on rent. Abe still works as a carpenter in the same area, and I didn’t realize it but he came by every few days to hang, I think out of habit when he used to hang with my dad practically all the time.
One day we were watching the game, and he was stretched out on the couch as we drank. We had just worked out outside playing some basketball and cooled off with some dinner. "Hey, Tim, let me have a spare set of keys, man, I'm over here so much that you think I can come and go whenever?" I gave him a look, "uh, I don't know..." He looked mopey that I wasn't eager about it. "C'mon, I'll bring over as much booze as you want, anytime." I shook my head. "It's not that, Unc, I have a lot of uh...guests over...often, if you get what I mean." He broke out in a smile, "oh, that's why...you dog!" he got up and came over to give me a soft punch on the shoulder before sitting down next to me, asking me for all the details. "What's it like?" he ventured as he took a swig of beer. "What, fucking?" I asked as I took my own swig. He shook his head, "Nah, getting fucked." I spit out my beer. "Oh you never played with your ass? Had it eaten out? Had something up there?" I asked, surprised. Abe blushed a bit and I took a look at the guy. He was a handsome older bloke, some tatooes on his arms and a hairy chest with a close-shaved beard. He worked out a lot, even outside of his job. "No man, I haven't had sex in a while, dammit. Work's been picking up so I'm mainly using my hand...poor me yea yea save the sobfest. So...is it any, good?" he quietly asked.
"I did it when I first started having sex with dudes, but because of some colon issues I don't really bottom anymore. But hey, all the guys I've fucked never complain. Nothing but compliments. You know when girls moan out in porn and stuff. That shit's fantasy, but with guys, oh man, it's raw, and it's quite a feeling like none other, man." I told him as he listend in awe. I stopped talking and looked down to see him sporting a stiffy in his mesh shorts. I scooted close to him and leaned in. "Seems like you're interested, Uncle Abe?" He looked down and was surprised, embarrassed as he tried to cover himself up. I grabbed his arms as he tried to move it to his crotch. "No, no, keep it, it's nice that you're curious at least, nod if you are." His breathing got ragged as he slowly nodded. I took his arm and guided it to my own hardening rod. His eyes widened as he felt it's girth and length under my own shorts. "Fuck, you stick that thing up other people's ass? How does it even fit in there, god damn." He grabbed and palmed it as he gritted his teeth. I shrugged. "With practice, most of my guys are repeaters anyway." I started to lightly graze his dick as well as he let out a moan. "Hey kid, no one's touched that in a while...but if you're looking to swap handjobs..." I let go and sat back as he was surprised. "Hey wait..." he said as I started talking. "Sorry Abe, if you want to have some fun you'll have to get your ass worked on." He shook his head, I told him, "How about this, if you cum while I play with your ass, I get to fuck you, as much as I want, in exchange for a spare key to this place. Otherwise, you can end your experimentation and we go on like normal, I'll even still give you the keys. He thought for a moment and nodded, as I told him to strip naked and get on the sofa on his knees facing away from me as I grabbed some lube and a towel. I had him put his head down, chest pushed up aginst the cushions as I pulled his hips toward me so his ass was sticking out almost off the sofa.
I slowly slicked up one finger and entered into his anus, causing him to yelp out but remain still. I gave it another minute or two before he said he wasn't feeling anything but I told him to shut it while I was looking for his prostate. When I found it I lightly rubbed against it and all of a sudden Abe let out a groan. "Holy fuck, kid, what the fuck are you doing to me," he gritted as he felt waves of pleasure ripple through him. I grinned and inserted a second finger to get more traction, slowly moving them in and out as I simulated a fucking. Minutes went on and Uncle was writhing around getting his prostate massaged. I suddenly stopped fingerbanging him to see what he'd do. He suddenly turned back his head and asked me what happened? I didn't say anything but gave him a look as he reddened and started to fuck himself on my fingers back and forth. "I take it you like it?" I asked as he panted moving his hips on his own. "Fuck - fuck - ugh - god damn," he kept saying. I finally pulled out and Abe was left humping the air for a bit before he realized. "Tim, c'mon man, don't stop now, please." He stuck out his ass further out as he lowered his chest, wiggling it in futility. "Forget the finger, fuck me, I want to see what it feels like," I chuckled quietly, but didn't want Abe to feel ashemed for what he was asking. "I'd love to Unc, but you know that you'll lose the bet we just made right, since I'm going to make you cum." He groaned and nodded. "And that means you'll take my dick whenever I want?" He nodded again as I slicked up my own leaking staff, and lined it up against his hole. I grabbed my dick and lightly beat it against his cheeks to nest it in his crack. He shivered and I saw goosebumps as he tried to discern the size of the log that was about to impale him.
"Gentle, please, kid" he growled in worry. I slowly entered him, causing both of us to groan out, him at the girth, me at the tightness of his virgin hole. It took us minutes, but once he started adjusting to the size, I started to move in and out and he threw his head back as my dick was gliding over his prostate over and over. I bent forward and grabbed him to give him a kiss, to which he returned happily in lust. We kept this position for a bit before I flipped him on his back to watch his face as I fucked him. He looked everywhere. Down at his leaking cock flinging around precum as the force of my rutting jiggled his pecs and thighs, up to my upper body and then my face before he turned away to try to cover his face with his arm. I pulled it away, "fuck, Uncle Abe, you're so fucking hot, never thought I'd be doing this but I sure as hell fantasized about this a few times" I panted as I started to pick up the pace. "Fuck, kid, you really think I'm attractive" Abe looked up at me. "Yeah, you're going to get me hard just looking at you and being around you now that this happened. Hot fucker," I said as I leaned in to kiss him again. He groaned into my mouth as I felt hot ropes of cum shoot out from his flopping cock, causing me to growl as he yelped in surprise, feeling my own hot cum flood his guts.
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Since then he's over just as often, if not more. In fact, whenever I get the urge and he's not here I'll text him and he'll have to come on demand, or risk forfetting his keys. Some weekends he'll stay over, but since we fuck so much I've just been having him hang around naked in the house so it saves on dick-into-hole time. I admit, I'm hooked on his body, I stopped seeing other guys. As for Abe, he still has some embarassment about being a big bottom boy for yours truly, only because I get off on teasing him a bit about it. "Fuck, you make me feel like a young girl, having me prance around naked until you get horny enough to stick your dick me in," he pouted as I let him take a breather after forcing him to deep throat me on the patio. "Fuck, your holes were made for it, you handsome fucker. But sorry, I didn't know I was overdoing it, I had stopped fucking other guys but I think I just have that high sex drive, I can slow it down a bit." He shook his head and got up on his knees in the same position when I first fucked him. "Nah, kid, you make me feel wanted again, I can get used to having a sore ass and jaw, so long as I get to know I'm the only pair of holes you're unloading into. C'mon put it in me. Fuck me good" He said, wiggling his ass, knowing I can't resist. "You said it, you wanted it," I chuckled as I took his invitation, letting the warm backyard air get louder with his moans as he took me in for yet another time today.
Nate was on his hands and knees, in front of my car, naked and glistening under the wet soapy water, as I watched him scrub my car clean in the empty neighborhood. I'm the first one to move into this new constructed home area, and per the real estate company, no one else is set to move in for weeks, which made my subjugation of Nate body to my heart and dick's content all the more sweet when I won our big bet. Nate and I met in college, and aside from a drunk night where he blew me before falling asleep, we remained good friends and met up often. He was straight, and I was into guys. Unfortunate for him he had just broken up with a girl he was seeing for a few months. As he was heartbroken and was starting a new job across the city near my neighborhood, I offered to house him for a month or two as he got his bearings.
The first two weeks was a lot of bro hangouts. After work was a lot of video games, gym, and dinners. I don’t wear a lot around the house, sometimes just a pair of mesh shorts, and Nate seemed to do the same after he moved in, being comfortable with me any everything. He wasn’t doing too hot with scoring girls over, and it wasn’t lost upon him that I practically had a revolving door of hot muscular guys in and out of my room. Sometimes they’d leave while he’s in the common areas, and chat it up. “The guys you bring over are, honestly, super attractive man. You must got a big dick” Nate said one night as we were drinking and doing our fantasy league draft. I chuckled. “No complaints here, love me some nice pair of holes to sink my dick into. What about you dude, score any recently?” He shook his head. “Nah, nothing recently. Tried to go out with some girls but it never works out. Maybe I’m still hung up on the breakup,” he sighed. “How about guys?” I pondered. “I’ve thought about it. Seems easier, honestly. Limited experience though to, you know, that one night…” he trailed off. “Dude you’d kill it in the gay hookup world. You’re fit and beefy, I’d fuck you as much as I could get my hands on you if you were into it.” I let slip. Fuck it, I was buzzed and comfortable. Nate laughed it off, but seemed to think a bit on it. A moment later, he continued. “Okay, time for the wager. What’s do you say? I was thinking of buying that bike of yours since you’ve been hemming and hawing. If I win, will you sell it to me?” “Damn, Nate, stop pressuring me! Okay, fine,” I laughed, he’s been obsessed with it forever. “But if I win, I want you, Nate. You’d be mine for 1 month.” “For what,” he asked, giving me a look when he sees trouble ahead from one of my shenanigans. “You know, to do whatever I want or say. Like…my bitch, or my slave. Whatever you want to call it.” “You’re going to fuck me, aren’t you,” he groaned as I grinned. “Only if I win. Otherwise you get the bike. C’mon, I love my bike, but I want to get you more comfortable exploring stuff with guys too. No strings attached. I won’t catch feels. It works different with some gays like me” I raised my eyebrow, waiting. Nate grinned back after a pensive moment. “Sounds cheesy and romantic, but you have yourself a deal.” As we shook hands. “What did I get myself into…” he muttered as we finished our draft picks.
He in fact got himself into a whole lot of sex. When I won, I put on the table a bottle of rum. As I told him each of my new rules, I had him drink a shot and strip an article of clothing: Unless I say otherwise, when he walks into my house or backyard he isn’t allowed any clothes and should strip right at the entrance before hanging up or putting his clothes away. He is unable to jerk off or cum without my permission, and if he needs to cum to find me first. And he should always offer his mouth or ass when he sees me. He should show me evidence that he’s practicing with his hikes at least once a day, other by me using him or with a video of him using dildos that I’ll buy him. And finally, addressing me as Sir while in private. He was shaking as I finished up the rules, standing stark naked with a semi hard-on as I began dominating his life.
That first night, I didn’t make him use his holes. I had him on the floor in-between my legs as I sat on the couch. I coached him through playing with another guy’s dick and balls and let him get used to the tactile sensations of handling a stiff dick. I made him jerk me off to completion as I erupted and shot globs of cum onto his face and fingers. As I came down from my orgasm I saw Nate’s own dick hard bouncing in the air as he kneeled there. I had him clean me up with a towel before we went to shower. I lathered him up and played a bit with his dick and chest, as well as his muscled ass, before we got out to dry. I made him get into my bed for the night as I big spooned him, my semi hard dick nestled in-between his asscheeks. “Hmmm, never been little spoon,” he muttered sleepily before he drifted off to sleep as I felt his chest rise and fall rhythmically.
That morning he woke me up with a half decent blowjob. I had to tell him go watch the teeth a few times but after some rough handling of his hair he got the hint. I started to get him used to taking dick down his throat, and eventually I got him prepped and ready to take my dick up his ass. When I popped his muscled cherry, I had him legs up and spread as he moaned and groaned at my entry. He came first hands free, but had to endure another 30 minutes before I coated his insides with my seed.
Now five days later, on a sunny weekend, I’m having him get a little risqué in public by getting him to wash my car. He’s putting on a show, getting his smooth hot body all slick and shiny with the suds. I had just fucked him in the garage on my weight bench so he was freshly fucked, but ever enticing me to take him as he didn’t come from the last rut we had. He was scrubbing the front with his legs spread out, occasionally looking back at me as I ogled his body. Being in front exposed has given him a stiff dick all morning as he cleaned the car, and I forbade him to touch his own dick today. He got up and perked his ass out as he cleaned the hood of the car. Feeling horny again, I got up and walked over, wearing just a pair of briefs myself which I was taking off. I walked up behind him and started to kneel to rub his ass as he yelped I suspense. His yelped as I started eating out his hole, he leaned down and reached around to pull apart his cheeks for me. “Fuck, Kyle, you’re gonna fuck me right over your car?” I purred into his hole causing him whimper. “Do it, put it in me.” he said as I got up and positioned my warm cock against his hole and slowly entered, giving less resistance since I cored him out earlier today. I pumped for a bit before he took matters into his own hands and braced himself against the car to fuck himself on my pole back and forth. Eventually I got close and pushed his body and head down to the hood as I started to jackhammer into him, hitting his prostate at just the right angle. His moans got higher pitched and faster as he whined and then grunted as he quivered, a sign that he was shooting his load onto my car. Seeing him get off hands free send me over the edge as well as I went to unload my second load into him today with a roar.
I laid on top of him as we rested and panted coming down from our orgasms. I eventually pulled him up to kiss him before he got down to clean off my cock. “Better get hurrying finishing the wash, I heard the construction team is coming in today. Careful if they catch you naked out here they might end up running a train on your poor holes.” Nate got up and quickly started rinsing, not wanting to get gangbanged just yet.
I watched my husband, Josh, glisten as he finished his meal prep for the week as I rolled my suitcase into the kitchen. He'd worked out in our home gym as I packed for my trip.
"Are you about to head out?" he asked as I stood to his left looking at his round ass in his shorts without underear.
"Yeah, I'm hoping traffic isn't bad to the airport," I replied as I adjusted my bulge in my khaki shorts that showed off my big thighs.
"At least your flight is early in the morning," Josh reminded me. "Did you get the airport hotel room by yourself, or are you staying with one of the guys?"
"I got one by myself," I lied.
Mike, my friend and fuck buddy, will be sharing the bed before we head to the airport at 4 in the morning, but Josh didn't need to know. He'd voiced his concerns in the past about the attention Mike gives me whenever we're together, so I thought it was best to keep that part to myself.
"Make sure you set multiple alarms," he said with a smirk as he dropped more food into one of the containers.
"I will, baby," I responded with a chuckle. "Give me a kiss."
Josh wiped his hands on his tight shorts and wrapped his arms around me pulling me close.
"Be good," he said with a stern face.
"I will, baby," I said knowing I was full of it. "This is going to be tame compared to my bachelor party."
Josh's face let me know he didn't believe me before he kissed me. He is an amazing kisser.
"OK, I better bounce," I said breaking the kiss and looking at my watch.
I grabbed the handle to my rolling suitcase, smacked Josh's big ass and walked to the door.
"Bye, baby," I called behind me. "Love you."
"Love you," he called back. "Be safe."
The heavy door shut behind me as a surge of excitement coursed through my body. I was eager to get to the hotel and bury my face in Mike's hairy hole. While Josh had a hairless hole, Mike had a delicious dusting of black hairs leading the way to his pink. The first rim job I ever gave him lasted close to an hour before I finally rammed it in.
I was about five minutes down the road when I suddenly remembered the ziploc bag of chargers I'd prepared for my gadgets.
"Fuck," I said quietly as I got in the left lane to make a U-turn.
I texted Mike over voice control to tell him what was happening as I made the turn and headed back toward home.
"WTF babe," his response read out loud in my car.
I rolled my eyes as I pictured Mike on the hotel bed naked and lying in lust.
I pulled down my street and immediately noticed my Dad's truck parked in my spot in the driveway. Without thinking, I immediately pulled to the side of the street and put my car in park. My eyes glared at my driveway as my mind started to analyze all the possible reasons my 62 year-old Dad would be at my house right after I'd left for a long weekend.
"Why didn't I get alerts on my phone from the cameras?" I asked myself out loud.
I picked up my cell phone and opened the app to our cameras.
"Disabled?" I mumbled as I looked down at the app and back up to my Dad's vehicle.
Now I was in panic mode. Why would Josh disable the cameras? Why was my Dad at my house when he knew I was going away for the weekend? Was Josh planning some surprise for my return and Dad was helping him? Was Josh ... cheating on me ... with my Dad?
I turned off my car and jumped out as I crossed the street and walked down the sidewalk to my house. Now that the cameras were disabled, I didn't need to worry about Josh being alerted to my arrival.
"Fuck," I mumbled as my mind raced.
Yes, I was cheating on Josh with Mike, but Josh was a saint. He would never ...
I took a hard left down our property line to the left of the driveway and made my way to the gate in back. I listened for a minute to make sure the two weren't out by the pool. I quietly closed the gate without locking it to avoid the familiar noise from giving away my location.
I moved quietly and cautiously around the corner to the back yard as my eyes scanned for Dad and Josh. With no sign of them in the pool area and the back doors closed, I looked in a small side window in the kitchen. I didn't see anyone and decided to keep moving.
I didn't want to walk in front of the pool in case they were in the open kitchen and living room, so I moved back toward the palm trees and lush plants along the back wall behind the pool. I quickly moved past the open parts of the back yard and made my way to the area with some trees and plants. I stopped at the first window to our bedroom and stood silent for a second as I thought.
I crouched down and moved under the first window, past the fireplace, the second window and waited again. Around the corner was a single glass door that leads directly into our room from the walkway. I peaked my head around to see the door was open. We usually left the door open to let the air in, so I figured I could slip in.
I listened for any sign of them before turning the corner, peaking my head in and moving next to the bed and crouching down. I shot my head up and scanned the room. I needed to make it to my closet on the other side of the room. With more silence, I stood and quietly glided across our bedroom and slipped into my open closet door. I stood in the dark as I thought. About a minute later I heard them.
"No, I replaced the sheets this morning," Josh said coming down the hallway. "Besides, you've never cared about fucking me on our dirty sheets before ... you said it was hot."
"I know, but we have four days together, so I just want it to be about us this weekend," my Dad's voice said.
My eyes were big with shock as I processed what I was hearing. How long has Dad been fucking my husband ... in our bed.
"You're so sexy, Dad," Josh said before I could hear them clearly kissing close by.
"Dad?" I mouthed the words as the shock reverberated through my body.
"God, I've been hard since our session last week," Dad said, "waiting patiently for my boy's tasty hole."
More kissing.
I reached down and adjusted my bulge realizing I was getting hard.
"Dad needs to lick my tight hole?" Josh asked in his sexy voice I hadn't heard in a while.
"Dad needs it, baby," Dad said in a low, sexy whine.
My cock throbbed as listened to my father -- the man I'd always tried to sneak a peak of and constantly masturbated to as a teen.
More kissing with some moaning.
I felt precum ooze from my cock head as it slowly spread across my briefs. While I should be mad at this new discovery of Josh and my Dad cheating together, I was in heat as I listened to the porn happening in our bedroom.
"Fuck, Daddy," Josh moaned, "I need you to rail me so bad."
"Daddy is going to give you his thick 8 inches, baby ..."
My eyes again got big as my brain and my leaking cock took in the news that Dad has a thick 8-inch cock. Fuck, I wanted to jump out and join them now. I was using every part of my self control not to drop my shorts and walk into the room with my cock swinging to join the taboo affair that was happening.
" ... but you know that Dad needs to eat that sweaty, smooth hole first," Dad said in a patient, fatherly tone.
"Yes, daddy," Josh moaned in his deep voice as I heard them move into our large bathroom just past my closet where I was standing.
I wondered why they were going into the bathroom for my Dad to eat my husband's ass. Then it hit me ... the sling.
Josh and I had it installed about a year ago, but had rarely used it since. At least not together. It hung in a small, awkward closet that the builder had created out of odd space leftover in the floor plan.
Josh had begged me to have it put in, saying that he loves to have his legs up as I'm face-deep in his big butt. We'd used it a few times, but it was now apparent that Josh wanted it for his own use without me. This deviant side of Josh was hot. It was what I needed.
"Fuuuuuccccckkkk," Josh moaned loudly. "You eat my ass so good, baby. Fuck, I love feeling your beard on my hole, daddy."
I groped my hard cock through my khakis before freeing it. I stroked my cock as my precum lubed my shaft. I was so fucking horny. I knew I wouldn't make it to the hotel without shooting. Hell, I knew I wouldn't make it out of my closet without ropes of my jizz flying across the floor.
I strained my ears to hear the hot, sweaty rim job happening across the bathroom. Josh was moaning in ecstasy as my Dad slurped on his pucker. He was begging for Dad to fuck him already. He was absolutely insane for my Dad.
I was close to shooting as I continued my assault on my dick. Fuck, it felt amazing as I eavesdropped.
"You ready for Dad to fuck you hard, baby?" Dad finally asked.
I pictured him standing and wiping his hand down his face over his beard to wipe the ass juice and spit running down it. His hairy, muscular body and thick, hard cock aching for my husband. My husband's hole winking at Dad begging for a hard pounding as Josh pinched his sensitive nipples.
"Fuuuucccckkkkk," Josh's voice carried loudly all the way to me.
He was lost in lust as my Dad's thick cock began pounding him as the sling squeaked loudly. Dad was really going to town fucking my husband's butt.
I had so many questions. How did this start? Dad likes men? Who else do I know that Dad has fucked? Who else has my husband been pummeled by?
I was going to shoot. Fuck, I need to be quiet. I'm so fucking turned on, and my cock is incredibly hard.
"Ahhh, Oh, fuuccckkk ... fuck, fuck, fuck ... wha ... oh fuck," Josh was on another planet as Dad rammed his tight pussy.
My balls got even tighter, so I cupped them with my left hand as my right hand worked my warm fucking load out of me.
I shot across to the wall and sprayed a line of cum down it. The second explosion made a couple of splat noises as it landed on the hardwood below me. The orgasm was intense and seemed to hang out for a bit longer than usual knowing how much I was enjoying this.
Clarity quickly took control now that the seed was out of me. I quickly put away my cock and stepped over my splooge and into the kitchen area where I grabbed my ziploc filled with my chargers.
I was back in my car and headed to the hotel in record time as my cock still throbbed in my shorts. My mind ... was free. What should've been devastating wasn't. I was so turned on -- still.
I turned the cameras back on all over the house but disabled notifications. I was going to have hours of porn on these cameras for later use, but now I needed to get to Mike and destroy his hole. I was going to be a major slut this weekend before returning to my husband. This "incident" lit my desire for Josh again. And now, I was excited to get closer with Dad.
He must have known the effect he had over the neighborhood. He moved here a while back with this wife and their newborn son. They were a lovely couple, very friendly and involved in the community. They were also very athletic. You could always see them going for a run together or packing a couple of gym bags into the trunk. I suppose since working out was their main hobby, they decided to convert part of the garage into a home gym.
She worked in the city and left every morning in her car. He left with the kid to leave him at the nursery but he must've worked from home because he returned and spent every morning working out at the home gym. And this wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary if it weren't for the type of clothing he chose. I suppose he was thinking about not getting too many clothes dirty so he wouldn't have to run loads of laundry, so my neighbor trained in sneakers and underwear, period. It's true that his garage didn't face the main street, but at least three other neighbors could see him. In the mornings, most people were working, and the kids were at school, but I worked from home and could see him in all his glory from my office window. Sometimes I saw the old lady from across the street watching the show from her kitchen. I couldn't blame her, that man was hot.
One specific morning he was working out in a specially tight pair of black trunks. Even from a distance I could make out the outline of his penis under the fabric. It didn't help to hide it at all, the fact that it looked like a pretty big penis. A layer of sweat gradually covered his skin, making it glisten in the sun. I watched his tits bounce as he did jumping jacks, how his biceps doubled in size every time he did a curl, and how his glutes expanded when he squatted.
I was so absorbed and drooling that I didn't realize I'd stopped covering with the curtains, and from the outside, you could see me devouring him with my eyes. He looked up and saw me. He smiled, shook his head, and continued with his work. During his workout, our eyes met a couple more times, making me die of embarrassment at having been discovered. When he finished exercising, he packed everything up, went to the door, placed his hands on his hips, and let the sun warm his toned muscles, giving me a view that was jerk off material. He looked toward my window again, winked at me, and nodded toward the interior of his house. He seemed to want me to follow him. I wasn't going to miss the opportunity and crossed the street toward his house, looking around, checking that no one else was watching us.
I entered through the garage and walked through the door without knocking. When I entered, he was waiting for me in the kitchen, drinking a protein shake. When he saw me, he smiled broadly and spoke to me.
"Hey, neighbor. If you want to train with me, just ask. I have a ton of weights and machines in the garage. Although if you're looking to do cardio, we can do that too", and he grabbed his package to reinforce his message.
I dropped to my knees and placed my nose beside his sweaty bulge. I breathed in his scent deeply. His musk mixed with his body lotion got me extremely horny. I noticed my hair stand on end and my pupils dilated, preparing for what was coming next. I continued inhaling while my hands studied his entire body. I started with his legs, as wide as tree trunks. I moved up to his quadriceps, which I noticed contracted beneath my hands. I went up to his abs and I counted them with my thumbs. His cock was hardening in the pouch, which I began to kiss and lick. My hands had already reached his powerful pecs. I squeezed them tightly while he flexed them for me. It was a wonderful sight. I couldn't hold it in anymore, so I pulled down his underwear. His cock sprang fully hard and hit me in the chin. I opened my mouth and stuck it as deep as I could. He sighed and threw his head back, holding the pose with his arms. I began to give him a blowjob while my hands returned to his pecs, kneading them. My fingers found his nipples, which I pinched hard. His cock jumped into my mouth, as if it were wired to them. I continued twisting his nipples knowing that he liked it while my head bobbed making his cock go in and out of my mouth.
"Don't stop. I'm about to cum!", he warned me.
I blew faster and deeper, still twisting his nipples. He kept his gun show pose until the very end, when he grabbed his cock to take it out of my mouth and jerk it a couple times in front of my mouth. Five powerful cumshots flew across my face. I couldn't catch anything in my mouth but some hit my tongue. It tasted sweet and salty. He panted, recovering from his orgasm, and looked down at my newly glazed face.
"Get up here neighbour, it's my turn"
He grabbed me by the armpits and lifted me up, leaning me against the kitchen counter. He knelt down and began unbuttoning my pants. He pulled down my pants and boxers in one move, freeing my hard cock. He grabbed it with his hand and began to masturbate it vigorously while his tongue began to lick my balls. Then he sucked one into his mouth while circling it with his tongue. He repeated the same action with the other, continuing to masturbate me. He pulled back my foreskin as far as it would go, making me squirm with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He then licked my shaft all the way from the base to the tip, stopping at my frenulum and tickling with the tip of his tongue, making my balls tingle. After that he engulfed the head of my cock into his mouth and started to suck while licking it , just as he did with my balls. He went deeper and deeper, still playing with his tongue under my cock, until it was balls deep. He had his mouth opened completely, his nose smashed against my pubes and his tongue out licking my balls, all with my dick buried deep into his throat. I could feel his throat muscles massaging my dick milking it. A jolt of pleasure went through my spine and convulsed, making my dick go deeper. He started to suck my dick masterfully, using his hands on whichever surface was outside his mouth and grabbing and squeezing my balls. I didn't last long and started to feel I was about to finish. I warned him and he got up, grabbed his shake and started to masturbate me aiming the tip of my dick into his shake. It was so raunchy that I came. I shot six ropes of thick white jizz into his shaker that remained floating on top of the foamy drink. My neighbour got up and mixed the shake before taking three big gulps.
"Ahhh," he sighted. "Thank you for that. I needed the extra protein after that workout".
We laughed at his joke and said our goodbyes.
From that day on, we became gym partners, and almost every morning I would go to his garage to train and then have our cardio session, followed by a necessary protein shake.
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Trevor and I had been married for a couple years now and I things were great between us. Maybe we were still in the honeymoon phase. I'm sure we'd eventually have the same ups and downs that all married couples go through. And we had the occasional day-to-day differences that we worked our way through. But for now, I felt like everything was fairly smooth sailing.
I'd met Trev in college and - I don't think I'm talking out of school here, because I know he'd echo the sentiment - we didn't like each other very much at first. Eventually, the ice thawed and our dynamic shifted for a brief period to frenemies before we discovered we had more in common than we realized. It wasn't long before we struck up a cool friendship.
Maybe about a year in, we brought sex into the picture. We'd both been going through a dry spell at the time and I myself was starting to feel like I was going to climb the walls. At first, it was just occasional jerk off sessions that didn't take long to naturally segue into mutual what we affectionately called 'brojobs'.
It wasn't long before we started fucking. Trevor's ass was so warm, inviting, and fuckable that it made me feel guilty about the fact that I'd kind of hated him when I'd first met him. We tried it the other way around a few times, but it turned out that things felt more comfortable for both of us with Trev as a bottom and me taking the top role. It wasn't my favorite thing to do, but on the rare occasion that he got a wild hair to let his inner vers out, I was willing to spread my legs and let him slip inside.
Things went on like that for maybe a couple years. For a few months, I'd sensed something had deepened on Trev's end. Truth be told, I'd been finding myself falling for him too, but wasn't willing to let it show. In my early 20s, I wasn't sure I wanted to settle into a committed relationship. Really though... Trev and I were boyfriends even though we hadn't verbalized it.
At one point along the way, I'd felt a change between us. For about a month, Trev was suddenly a little more distant and even the connection during sex we'd created felt off.
Trev's mom had been pretty sick and he'd gotten back from spending a few weeks back home with his folks. Although both were always civil toward me - Mrs. Walker more friendly than her husband - neither of his folks seemed to care for me. Trev's father, Dan, was especially standoffish. Any time I tried to make conversation with the man, I never got more than two words back from him at a time...usually accompanied by a gruff tone.
I couldn't figure out why neither of them - but especially Mr. Walker - didn't like me. I was a good guy...respectful, always had Trev's back, went out of my way to impress the two of them. Whatever the reason, I'd thought maybe the time back home had made Trev second guess our arrangement.
Maybe it wasn't the best reason in the world - and it certainly wasn't the love story origin tale we'd want to tell our grandchildren someday - but the concern that I might be letting Trev slip through my fingers gave me the kick in the ass that I needed. I didn't want to lose him.
Later that week, in the post-coital bliss after a pretty intense fuck session, we had a deep heart-to-heart conversation about where we stood with each other and I laid my heart on the line with him. The dam broke and he admitted what I already knew: he'd been wanting something more with me for a long time...longer than I'd even realized, actually. After that night, it was official. Trevor and I were together. That distance that had been there between us evaporated pretty quickly...or at least it seemed like it had.
Over the next three years, things were pretty good, but it got to the point where it felt like there was still something missing. It was pretty clear what that missing piece was. For all of that initial hesitation to commit a few years earlier, I was pretty excited about taking that next step. I had it all planned out how I wanted to pop the question. In the end - like a scene right out of Modern Family - we sort of proposed to each other. Maybe it was appropriate that way. It set the tone for our relationship.
I want to say that marrying their son softened the way the Walkers felt about me. And maybe that was true when it came to Patty. She and I had come a long way over the past couple years. Maybe the divorce had a lot to do with that. But Dan Walker... Maybe he was more civil toward me and did a better job of hiding his disdain, but I felt like his wife divorcing him and then me marrying Trev only made Dan dislike me more. It was fuckin' mystifying!
Rather than do the typical married couple thing, we skipped on moving to the suburbs, opting instead to buy a place in the city. My job as a numbers analyst for a financial firm allowed me to essentially work from home full-time. Meanwhile, Trev settled into a job as a public servant in the HR department of the city government.
As I said, things were good between us.. There had been a little tension in the air for the past week and a half. It was then that Trev had announced his father was coming into town for a couple weeks on business and would be staying with us. I didn't love the unilateral decision-making. But even more annoying was who our houseguest was going to be. The one member of the Walker family who seemed to have a barely hidden contempt for me.
That first day after Dan had arrived the evening before, you could cut the tension with a knife. I'd been using our spare bedroom as a home office and moved my setup to the dining room to accommodate the elder Walker. While working at the dining room table I'd tried to make conversation and find a connection with the man as he sat on our couch watching TV before diving headlong into a steady stream of work meetings he'd have starting in two days.
I was rebuffed at every turn with a "Yep..." "Nope..." "Yeah, I guess it is," "That's nice," and when I'd offered to grab him a beer from the fridge, he barked out an, "I got it. I'm not an invalid, you know." Finally, I'd obviously pushed things too far when I tried to talk sports with him, asking what was apparently a stupid, uninformed question about his favorite team. He sighed heavily and actually turned to scowl at me. "Don't feel like you have to entertain me, Paul. I'm a low maintenance kinda guy. You focus on your work."
Ouch! I wasn't used to feeling this inadequate with another person and certainly not in my own home.
Later that evening, when Dan had gone to grab a shower before dinner, I told Trev what the day had been like between me and his father. He squeezed my shoulder supportively and took pity on me. After leaning in for a peck on the lips, he told me he'd have a talk with his dad about getting to a better place with me.
I didn't really like the idea. I was 27 years old now and should've been able to use my interpersonal skills to navigate my own relationships with other people. But I felt like I'd exhausted all other avenues when it came to getting along with my father-in-law. I was at a loss for why he didn't like me in the first place. How could I fix something that I didn't know the root cause of?
That night, we'd all gone to bed at around 10 o'clock without Trev talking to his dad. I woke up a couple hours later to an empty bed. I figured Trev had gotten up to take a leak or grab a drink of water. When ten minutes went by and he hadn't come back, I got concerned, so I climbed out of bed and made my way to the hallway to find it dark. No apparent light coming from the dining room/living room area.
When I looked down the hallway the other way, I saw the guest room door nearly shut but open enough for faint light to shine out. It was then that I heard the faint sound of voices barely audible coming from within. Maybe to preserve my pride, he waited until I was asleep to have The Talk with Dan.
I should've turned and gone back to bed, but I didn't. I knew it was an invasion of privacy, but I wanted to hear how my husband was standing up for me. Of the two of us, I was the more type-A personality, but Trev always had my back in his own easygoing manner. I wanted to hear what was being said...make sure I wasn't being made out as a whiner because my father-in-law didn't like me.
As I got closer to the bedroom door, I heard familiar sounds that I knew weren't part of a conversation. The distinct smacking of lips. Softly and as quietly as possible, I pushed the door open and confirmed my suspicions when I saw my husband and his father kneeling on the bed, body to body, engaged in a heated make out session.
Suddenly it all made sense. Why Dan Walker didn't like me. Why he treated me with barely-contained contempt. Why Trev had been so distant after that extended stay back home a few years back. And also why earlier this evening he seemed so convinced he could rein in his father's treatment of me.
Part of me was angry and hurt. It wasn't as if I hadn't had any offers from other guys over the years. I had urges and itches that needed to be scratched. But I'd stayed true to the man I loved and the life we were building together. For Trev to be the one that was stepping out on us... It was a tough pill to swallow.
But a bigger part of me - bigger than I wanted to admit - was turned on as hell. I'd always had a hidden fascination with incest...especially father/son incest. Maybe fascination didn't tell the whole story. It was more like a deep-seated 'into.' I'd never really had those thoughts about my own father, but I loved the idea of a father and son having sex. And the idea of a father and son in love? That gave me an instant boner.
The way they were kissing, it was easy to see this wasn't the first time this had happened. Trev was feeling up Dan's meaty torso, letting his hands drift up and down the older man's sides while the father's hands were focused between their bodies...likely with one hand on each of their cocks. I couldn't help myself from getting a boner in my shorts. As I stood there, one hand ran up and down from my belly to my chest while the other involuntarily began softly massaging the bulge that was growing harder by the second. I shouldn't have wanted to watch, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.
He may have treated me like a dick - so much so that I'd never allowed myself to pay too much attention to his looks or his body - but watching my husband in his arms, I completely understood the allure of Dan Walker. The mature muscle, the distinguished salt-and-pepper hair, the gentle but passionate way he was kissing his son. Dan was a stud in the truest sense of the word.
The two of them still kissing, it was when Dan tilted his head to the side and opened his eyes that he caught sight of me. The one eye I could see immediately widened and he snapped back from the kiss. Still facing away from me, Trevor ran his hand up his father's meaty chest to the side of his neck. "What's wrong, Dad? Needed to come up for some air?"
"Uh..." He gestured with his head in my direction and when Trevor turned to see me standing there, the color immediately drained from his face. "Paul!"
Sheepishly - and actually humorously if this were a scene in a sitcom and not playing out in my real life - I winced and said dryly, "So, I guess that talk with your dad is going pretty well then."
"Babe, I..." he started to say and looked like he wanted to climb out of his father's embrace to run to my side before I stopped him. I couldn't believe I was about to do this. It felt like I was outside of my body and someone else was playing my part.
"We'll talk about it later." Fuck. I actually heard myself sound fucking reassuring. "Right now, all I want is to see your father fuck you in our bed."
Trevor turned to look at Mr. Walker and from the door, I could see the lust in the older man's eyes.
Trev touched his old man's chest and grinned seductively. "You like that." It was a statement, not a question. These two were definitely in sync in more ways than Trev and I were.
Mr. Walker wrapped his arms around my husband's back and kissed him deeply and romantically. When they parted, he pushed Trev's short hair off of his forehead. "They say the key to any good marriage is giving your partner what he wants. I think we should listen to Paul, Son. If he wants this to happen, who are we to turn him down?"
The two climbed off of the bed and I was struck not only by how similar their bodies look, but how they were both still hard. It was clear they were connected on a level that Trev and I hadn't yet, despite how long we'd been together.
As they walked past me, Dan Walker continued on toward the bedroom I shared with his son. Trevor stopped and put his hand on my chest. "You sure you're okay with this, Paul?"
It occurred to me that maybe he was asking not only about was about to happen in our bedroom, but about the incestuous affair in general.
I nodded my head softly, but I wasn't sure that I was okay with it. Any of it. Sure, the idea of watching a father and his son have sex was a wild idea and one that I wanted to see. But bringing it from behind closed doors like this? Literally into the bedroom he and I shared? I might be about to open a Pandora's Box that I'd never be able to shut again.
Smiling, trying to show him that I trusted him, I took Trevor's hand and together we walked to our bedroom, me ready to watch my husband's father fuck him in our bed. Unsure of what the fallout would be, but horny as fuck for the show I was about to get.
My uncle Ben sat in the sun at the gay resort, his thin mesh shorts barely pulled up as he showed off his body to anyone who wanted to oogle: thick legs and big chest tits out for all to see. And he was all mine. I sat at a nearby cabana, doing some work on my laptop when I saw two young men, muscular and with buzzcuts, walking by with board shorts, chatting up Ben. I gave it about 5 minutes before I looked up and saw them laughing and cracking jokes, some light touching among all three of them. Ben looked at me and pointed, directing the two men to come chat with me.
I watched them waddle over, grins on their faces. They were a few years older than I was, likely in their early 30's. The one in front was taller, but the one in the back was more muscular, shorter. My kind of guy. "Hi, are you Chris? Nice to meet you this is Jake, and I'm Rich." "Yeah, hey guys, what's up?" We shook hands, I lingered onto Chris a bit longer, grinning which caused him to blush a bit. "We're on leave from the Navy vacationing here for the week. We saw your hot uncle from afar and propositioned him, but he said all hook ups go through his equally hot younger boss, you? You guys an item?" It was my turn to grin. "Sort of - we're family alright, he owes me a lot of money since he drunk drove into my car, so while I'm on vacation here, poor Uncle's gotta pay off his debt with his ass. Ben over there's been in the Navy too. Left his mouth plump for blowjobs and his ass loose to take on any big dick you fellas might have. For his love of the military, I can do $100 for a BJ, $200 to fuck his ass. I stay in the room to make sure he's safe, and fuck it, I like to watch anyway. What do you say, fellas?" Jake and Chris looked excited, but worried. I let them chat for a bit amongst themselves when they turned to face me again. "Sorry, sir," Chris said deferentially, though I was probably younger than him, "we're a little short on cash having spent it all on booze yesterday, but perhaps...uh, I can get a handjob from him or something? We're a little tired of fucking each other, Jake's ass is practically molded into my dick and mine is raw from fucking his," Chris sheepishly grinned. I looked at Jake who turned beet red.
I laughed, told them they were good sports, honest too. "Okay, $100 to fuck his ass, you can have him for a whole hour, but on the condition that I get to play with Jake over there for an hour after, he's gotta do whatever I want, particularly take a pounding. Jake got even redder as he saw me paw my big dick in my shorts, eyes wide. Chris laughed and turned to discuss with his buddy. The both of them turned back and he said it was a deal. I looked at Jake, and asked him, "say it, tell me what you want me to do to you." Jake looked me straight in the eye and said, "I want you to use me, sir, fuck me anyway you want, anywhere." I liked his courage, "Fuck yea, good boy. Let's get going." I got my things and the three of us walked over to where Ben was stretching. "Heya boss, looks like I'm gonna get spitroasted in a bit, huh? Maybe a foursome? Been a while." Chris looked like he was absolutely drooling, "when was that?" Ben looked thoughtful, "probably when my commanding officers were stuffing me on both sides, with one on rotation ready to keep me plugged up. God I miss the Navy." He chuckled as we all got up to our hotel room.
In the elevator, he started to kiss Jake and Chris as the three of the made out. Jake broke off and also pulled me in, going for a kiss as well. I whispered to him, "don't worry, you and I will get to have some of the best fun of your life, go ahead, enjoy Ben while you have him." He nodded, "you got it, sir" as he went back to playing with Ben's perky nipples, causing him to groan into Chris's mouth.
When we got inside the hotel room, Ben immediately stripped and got on his knees and went to reach for the boys' stiff dicks, evident by the print on their pants. He started to alternate sucking and jerking off each of them, as I settled into the couch. I knew his oral skills well, having assessed them myself when I forced him to come on this trip. I had him practice tight suction followed by sloppy loose blowing, it drove me crazy and I havn't heard anything but praise from his tricks. Chris and Jake were moaning his praises as well, as they started to kiss one another. After a bit, Chris took control and started to skullfuck Ben, causing him to gag but he held on like a good muscle bitch would and took the invasion of his mouth like a champ. Chris let him go for air and Ben coughed, wiping away the tears. "Rough, just like my captain," he grinned as he looked up at Chris. Chris laughed and pulled Ben up before pushing my uncle on the bed. He told him to get on all fours as he maneuvered Jake to get a blown by Ben as Chris went to eat out my uncle's ass. Jake was moaning enjoying the soft sucking as Chris played with and lubed up Ben's hole. "Oh fuck, boys, you're really getting me in heat - oh fuck!" He gritted his teeth as he felt Chris enter into him. Chris began to push forward, slowly but surely he got his hilt to hit Ben's ass, Ben moaning and groaning into Jake's dick never letting go as they began spitroasting him. Eventually they got into an amazing rhythm. Chris would pound Ben forward causing Ben to deepthroat all the way onto Jake's own girthy cock, and then Jake would gently push back to led Ben slide his mouth back to the head as he bottomed out again onto Chris's dick. I watched them high five each other and fist bump as they used my muscular uncle as a whore, though to uncle Ben's credit he was throughly enjoying the spitroast. His own stiff dick was flinging massive amounts of precum, and his meaty pecs were bouncing back and forth from the rocking motion.
Jake suddenly whispered something to Chris and Ben, and they giggled as Jake dislodged his pole from Ben (Ben and Chris not missing a beat as they continued their fucking). Jake then walked over to me and got on his knees as he posed and flexed for me. "Sir, will you join us? I want to get the cum fucked out of me and I want it to be you." I grinned as I nodded, lifting Jake up by his chin as I made out with him and led him to the big bed where it looked like Ben and Jake were about to get the dicking of their life. "Fuck, just like the Navy," uncle Ben said as he got up to sit on Chris's pole as Jake started to lower his massive toned frame onto mine. It ended up being a great vacation, for sure.
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