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I did what he said and opened it from the corner and felt the lightly lubed latex on my fingers. I dropped the empty packet on the floor, I was a bit nervous and excited about this whole experience.

Not wanting to assume anything I extended my arm, trying to hand it to Dad so he could show me how to roll it on.

"It's okay, you could do it," he said casually, as if I wasn't going to have to touch his cock to do it. "Place it on the tip and then use your fingers to push and roll it down on me."

"Okay," I replied softly, not wanting to sound too eager that I was going to touch him.

I scooted my chair so that I was sitting with one of my legs between his. Reaching over I put the condom on the tip of his dick, he throbbed and moved a bit as I touched him.

He was so big, I had seen it soft plenty of times but never like this. He kept his cock straight up as I used my fingers to move the condom down over him. He looked up at me a couple times and then right back down at himself. I put my cupped hand over the tip of his dick and push down, feeling my father's cock in my grip.

"Perfect, keep rolling it down like that with your hand," he coached me.

I felt him pulse in my hand, I was making him feel good by my touch, and there was no way around it.

"How far down?" I asked as it was 75% down his length.

"To the base, keep using your grip, stroke it downward... Yeah, just like that," he said with a strange tone in his voice. "Remember when you are putting it on you have to stay hard, otherwise it won't go on."

"Oh, I'm always hard," I joked.

Dad laughed, "I guess it's a given, you wouldn't need one if you weren't," he replied.

I had got it down to the base but I kept 'trying' to get it on farther. I kept stroking his dick through the condom and feeling his thick meat in my hand.

Okay, pull it off and do another, Dad instructed me.

I grabbed the base of his cock with my bare hand and pulled off the condom with my other, holding on to him without anything between us this time. He didn't stop me as I held on and reached over to grab a new one.

"Here I can open it for you," he said, stopping me from using my teeth.

As he began opened the condom as I held his dick for him, it was so surreal, casual, no big deal. He made me feel comfortable and I decided to start stroking him.

"I'm keeping you hard," I said, giving myself an excuse.

"Oh okay," he chuckled and dropped the package on the floor and handed me the new condom. "Here you go," he said. "I want you to be safe, I don't need any grandkids until you're ready, okay?" He told me.

"Sure," I replied with a smirk.

I doubted that it would be much of a problem for me but I think he knew that, he had caught me plenty of times looking at gay porn on the living room computer when he came home from work early.

I pushed the condom down his cock and stroked him as I did, I held on to his balls this time and squeezed them slightly as I was basically jerking him off trying to get these condoms on. He was throbbing in my fist and taking deep long breaths.

"Perfect," he said as I got it to the base again.

"Dad?" I squeaked out. "We don't have to waste this one, do we?" I asked, nervous about what he would say.

"No, I guess not," he replied.

I could see it in his face, he knew exactly what I meant and he wanted it. I stood up and dropped my shorts and stepped out of them. It all happened so fast, I was climbing on his legs as he gripped my ass and helped stabilize me. He was sat back as I reached back and pointed his cock towards my hole.

"I'm pretty big, go slow," he told me as I felt the tip of his cock touching my ass.

"Okay," I replied, relaxing my butt muscle to allow him in.

"Oh jesus," Dad moaned as I felt the tip penetrate me. "You're tight."

"You're bigger than I've taken," I told him, being honest.

"Others?" He asked, as I slid down his cock.

I felt him stretching me out like I had never been stretched before. My own father was inside of me and it felt amazing.

"Josh and Mike," I told him, they were my two best friends, straight but we had messed around.

"Okay, well now I know why you guys stay in the basement together," he laughed as he put his head on my stomach and I landed firmly on his lap. "You need to use protection, even with your buddies," Dad told me.

"Okay," I agreed, as I shifted on him, feeling him deeper than anyone had been.

I picked my body up and sat back down on my father. I felt so good and he moaned as we began fucking in the kitchen. My dick had started dripping on his shirt so he lifted it up, exposing his stomach and hairy chest. I felt him trusting upward into me as I bounced on top of him.

"Up," he said and I stood over him, legs weak. "I'm taking the condom off, that okay?" He asked, I nodded yes.

He pulled it off and threw it on the floor. "We don't have to wear one?" I asked, a bit cocky.

"Not if we wear them with others," he replied and smiled, knowing he was being hypocritical.

I sat back down and felt Dad's raw cock sliding back in, fuck, nothing between me and my father. Just his thick cock deep in my hole. He was probably leaking and it made me leak even more.

"You feeling good?" He asked as I did most the work, fucking myself on him.

"Oh yeah, your cock feels amazing," I said as I continued my movements, copulating with my own family member. "How's my ass?" I asked him back.

"Great," he growled. "This isn't supposed to be happening, but I'd be lying if I hadn't thought about it."

"Me too, if I'm honest," I replied. "You think Mom will be mad?" I asked him.

"No, she told me to do what it took to make sure you don't give her grandkids yet, I think this counts," Dad said. "We play with others, she'll be fine."

He grabbed my hips and started lifting me up and dropping me down on his lap. The way his cock was pushing on my prostate was driving me crazy. The idea that my own father and I were having sex was turning me on like crazy. I leaned in and gave him a kiss on his lips expecting him to pull away, but I couldn't help myself. He didn't, he kissed me back. I could feel his thick beard on my face as we made out and bonded in a new, different way we had ever.

"You keep kissing me like that and you're going to make me come inside of you," dad said in the middle of our make out session and fucking.

"In me?" I said, heart racing.

"There's no condom on, where else will it go?" He asked. "That okay?"

I nodded yes and kept bouncing. I wanted my Dad's cum inside of me so bad, but I didn't want to let him know just how much. So I leaned in and began kissing him again. Sex with Josh and Mike was nothing like this, this was so much deeper, raw, sexually charged. With them it was fun and good, but with Dad it felt passionate and deeper.

Dad began breathing harder so I leaned back and began to start picking and sitting down harder than I had been. Looking at him as we did this blew my mind. I couldn't wait till he blew his load inside of me, just like he did to Mom when he made me.

"Here I go," he said as our bodies slammed together. "Oh shit!" He moaned.

"Oh damn, Dad!" I cried out, lustful and out of it. "Cum in me!" I told him what I wanted.

My cock shot off, coating him in my load as I felt his cock throbbing inside of me, filling me up with his familial cum. My own father went from teaching me to use condoms to putting his raw dick in me. Nothing could have prepared me for this whirlwind of a Sunday afternoon.

He pushed me down on top of him, and I leaned in and began kissing him again. His cock was firmly inside of me, depositing every bit of his sperm as deep as his he could. I felt his tongue dancing with mine as I rested and caught my breath.

"That's going to happen again, right?" I asked, trying not to sound too eager.

"Of course, I hope so," he said smirking, looking drained and relaxed under me.

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"Oh shit," I said sitting on the couch in his office.

We lived alone together so it wasn't a problem getting caught, just the possible guilt after the deed I guess.

"You said you wanted to see it," he laughed a bit nervously.

"I did, I mean I do," I said looking at his cock.

I didn't dare look up yet, I was too scared. For now it was just a cock, a nice cock, that's all. It wasn't Dads, it was just there, I tried to convince myself.

Without thinking I reached out and took hold of it and started stroking him. Shit, I was too horny to change my mind or think any differently.

"Oh," Dad said under his breath.

I couldn't help but to look up at him when I heard him. He had a face I had never seen on him, he was in the same boat I was horny and couldn't think. We connected eyes and he blushed and smiled, I did the same.

"It's big," I said jerking him off, my heart beating fast.

"You like it?" He asked me.

I nodded yes and opened my mouth and looked up at him and let him make the next move. He pointed it towards me and put it in my mouth. I closed and felt the feel and taste of my own father for the first time as he let out a sigh.

"Jesus, Matt," he said as I began to suck. "This is crazy."

I agreed but my mouth was full to properly respond. Instead I began to suck my Dad and gave into the fact that this was happening and it was going to be okay.

I sucked and bobbed all over him, going hard and fast as I couldn't help myself. I needed cock and it didn't matter who's it was.

"Matt, I'm not going to last..." was all I heard before a flood of cum filled my mouth and I naturally gulped down. "Oh god!" Dad moaned.

It fucking tasted amazing, sweet and salty, just the way I liked. I moved my hand up and down as I milked him for all he had, a truly big load that was exactly what I wanted.

It ran down my chin as I kept going until he got too sensitive to keep going.

"Crap," I said as I pulled off and took deep breaths.

"You good?" Dad asked, concerned with what we had done.

"I'm great," I said, and grabbed his cock again and licked and played with it some more. "This happening is perfect, for both of us," I told him. "You okay?"

"You better not fucking tell Mom I let you do this, last thing I need is her pissed off at me about something that isn't even a big deal," Gabe said as I came up behind him.

"Why the hell would I tell her?" I defended myself as my dick got close to his ass.

"I don't know, you're stupid sometimes," he laughed, being an ass.

"Shut the fuck up," I replied and laughed too.

He already had me put lube on and I was already hard as hell. I wasn't sure why this sounded so hot but it did, and I needed a tight hole to sink my cock into. I put my left hand on his left cheek and pointed my cock at his hole and rubbed it in his skin when I got close enough.

"You ready?" He asked looking over his shoulder at me.

"Yeah," I said as I pushed forward and felt the tip of my cock get swallowed up by his body.

It was so fucking good, warm, tight, like velvet on the head of my cock. I smacked his ass like an asshole and kept pushing in, feeling his ass taking inch by inch of my needy cock. He didn't even care when I hit him, treating him like my bitch.

"Oh, that's a nice cock, bud," he moaned as I worked my way in.

"Yeah? You like it?" I asked, turned on by the fact that my big brother was into my dick.

"Fuck yeah, it's a good one," he replied as I bottomed out inside him.

I felt his thick ass against my stomach and legs as I was buried deep in my own brother. I definitely wasn't as experienced as he was but it was safe to say that he had the best ass I've been in.

"You good?" He checked in on me.

"Very very good," I told him as I grabbed and rubbed his ass with my hands. "You have such a fuckable ass," I told him.

"Then fuck it," he told me, kind of joking but I think he wasn't at the same time.

I pulled out and shoved it back in, watching his hole gripping it tight. My cock glided in and out of him, it was beautiful to watch. My big brother took it like a champ and moaned with every thrust I gave him.

My brother had girlfriends all my life, hell he had one right now. I wondered what they'd think seeing me mounted behind him, his little brother fucking his ass like he fucked them. It made me go wild, I wanted to dominate his hole and make it mine for the night.

"Oh fuck, slow down, don't rush," my brother groaned.

I slowed and took my time, looking down and watching as my cock entered and left his body, stroke after stroke, thrust after thrust. If I knew telling him he had a beautiful ass would have got me here I would have done it a long time ago.

My brother was taller than me, more built, seeing him bent over his bed was amazing. Something I never imagined I'd get lucky enough to see. Next time I listen at the door as he fucks his girl I'll have this image in my head.

I pumped him steady and deep, holding on to his ass, watching it bouncing off of me with every thrust. All these years of staring at it, here I was with a close up view and it was wrapped around my cock and fuck did it felt great.

"I could get used to this," I told him, holding on to his shoulder and thrusting hard and deep.

"Yeah? Who says that I'll let you?" He replied.

"I don't know, I'm pretty sure you will," I said as I continued my assault in his hole.

"Oh?" He said and reached behind and pulled me into him and held me tight against his body. "One condition and I will," he's looking back at me as I was pressed against him.

"What?" I asked, almost desperate to know what it would take.

"Girlfriends, wives, whatever... We take this shit to the grave," he started. "Also, neither one of us gets to say no if the other one needs it, from now until we both agree to stop," he added.

"Deal!" I said before he was done talking.

"I'm not done! And you cum in me, and I'm going to cum in you," he told me, catching me off guard, he had a big dick, I don't know if I wanted anything to do with it.

"Uh," I stammered, my cock was hard as fuck in him, maybe this wasn't the time to make deals.

"Fine," he said and started to push me off.

"Fuck man, I've never taken cock," I told him and grabbed on to his hips to stay put.

"I'll teach you, you think I haven't craved your ass too?" he said letting me stay inside him. "Come on man, any time you want mine, it'll be yours. But sometimes I need to fuck too."

I took a deep breath and agreed, "fine but I'll try, but you got to be easy on me," I told him.

"I got you," he said and pushed back. "Now cum in me, seal the pact."

I held on to him tight and started pounding into his hole, feeling my cock getting the pleasure it needed. I felt my load building and before long I was warning him it was time.

"Fuck it in me, let me have your cum," he said so casually, as if that was a normal request between brothers.

"Jesus Christ, Gabe," I moaned and thrust in him, feeling my cock pop off inside of him.

My ball's emptied inside of my big brother's hole, creating a deal I wasn't sure I was ready for. All I knew is that I could cum a few times a day, so why not use him instead of my hand, anytime, can't say no. I just hope he was up for how much his ass was about to get used, and I hope he didn't want mine as much as I planned on using his.

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I grabbed my hardening cock and commenced masturbating with my eyes closed. I stroked my shaft gently, reveling in the sensation of my tight fist running its entire length. I then licked my fingers and rubbed my cockhead. A shiver ran up my spine and I let a deep moan escape my mouth. I opened my eyes as my fingertip caressed my piss slit and found out a pair of eyes observing me from the other side of the fence.

At first I was startled, but a new sensation quickly took its place: lust. The fact that someone was spying on me while I was jerking off turned me on immensely. My cock got harder, and a pearl of precum moistened the tip of my finger, which I spread all over the head of my cock.

The house next door belonged to a widower who lived there with his three sons. He was about ten years older than me and kept himself in good shape. He also took care of his appearance with a modern haircut and a well-groomed beard that made him look younger despite his gray hair. The eldest son had already returned from university and worked as a lawyer or accountant or something like that for a local company. I would see him leave for work every morning in his car, wearing a perfectly tailored suit. He was tall and slim with dark hair always perfectly combed. The middle son was about 20 years old. He hadn't gone to college and worked as a personal trainer at the gym I went to. He always wore tiny clothes that barely covered his enormous muscles: a tank top that always left one of his nipples exposed and the shortest shorts on the market that framed his bubble butt. He had shoulder-length hair, always tied back in a man bun, and a thick beard—one of those hipster types that were all the rage a few years back. The youngest was still in highschool, I'm not sure if he was eighteen yet. He was a very nice kid that was friends with my eldest daughter. In fact, I knew that she had a crush on him and constantly talked about him to my wife. Because of that, I knew that he played basketball and was in a lot of clubs and committees at school. To be honest, I wouldn't mind having him as our son in law.

Those four were the only people to whom the eyes that were now looking at me could belong, and I didn't care who it was, any of them seeing me like this made me so horny. I decided to put a show for him.

I brought the fingers that had been caressing my cock to my mouth and sucked them with exaggerated reverence. I savored my intense taste and then slid my hand down to my chest. I caressed my strong pecs and pinched my sensitive nipple, making my skin prickle with goosebumps. All this while continuing to masturbate with my other hand as my hips humped the air. My hand continued down my abs and grasped my cock. I jacked off with both hands, making them twist in opposite directions. Later, I fondled my balls and squished the base, making my ballsack stretch away from my body.

Dax Brecker had been the hottest guy at my high school. He was also the most popular guy in school. Star quarterback. Student body president. Mandy, his hot-as-fuck girlfriend, was the head cheerleader. And, thanks to having PE with Dax my sophomore year, I knew he had a massive cock. It was like an arm hanging between his legs.

“What the fuck are you lookin’ at, faggot?” he barked at me one day at our gym lockers as he toweled off after showering, his huge cock swinging between his muscular thighs. He had caught me ogling his giant member.

“Uh—nothing,” I stammered, petrified.

“Cut the bullshit,” Dax growled, picking me up by the front of my shirt and slamming me into my locker. “If I ever catch you looking at my cock again, faggot—I’m gonna fuckin’ kick your ass. Got it?” He then dropped me onto the floor as the rest of the guys in the locker room snickered.

I did my best to avoid the wrath of Dax after that, choosing a locker far from his. But I’d see him around school and he’d always whisper faggot under his breath as he passed by me. And if I dared to look his way, he’d threaten me with his fist. The locker incident was embarrassing, yet I knew that I was partly to blame. I had been looking at his cock, after all. But the way Dax continued to harass me in the halls was cruel and painful.

Despite all that, I continued to be attracted to Dax. My yearbook with his football picture, Dax smiling with his football jersey riding up to reveal his sexy treasure trail, was eventually glued shut from all the loads I spewed while jacking off to him. Thus, my feelings for Dax were complicated.

I thought all of that would come to an end once we graduated and I went off to college at State. So you can imagine my surprise when I learned Dax was not only recruited to play football at State, he was also tapped to be the school’s first-ever, freshman starting quarterback. Naturally, I had misgivings about being at the same college as Dax, but I assumed that our paths would likely never cross on a campus of over 30,000 students, right? Wrong.

We were halfway into our first semester when my Spanish professor called me to his office. “You have the highest grade in my class,” he informed me, “and I need your help.” He then surprised me by asking, “Are you familiar with our talented quarterback Dax Brecker?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, my body tensing at the sound of his name. “Dax and I graduated from high school together.”

“Wonderful!” my professor exclaimed. “I need you to tutor Dax.”

Fuck.

The professor then detailed how Dax was close to flunking all of his freshman classes, but Spanish was his worst class by far. Dax was close to academic probation and being cut from the team. The situation was so dire, they had removed Dax from the athletic dorm and put him up in a nearby hotel so he could buckle down and study without any distractions.

“Dax Brecker is our only hope at getting to the championships this year,” the professor lamented. “The entire university is relying on you to keep him in the game.”

Fuck.

An hour later, I found myself knocking on Dax’s hotel room door. “You are not to tell anyone where Dax is staying,” my professor had told me. “And he is allowed no visitors, with the exception of you for tutoring.”

A television was blaring straight porn loudly from inside the hotel room. I pounded on the door for several minutes before Dax finally heard me and opened the door. He was in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts, and I nearly jizzed my pants as I got an up-close look at his muscular chest. He had bulked up more since high school and was even hotter than before.

“You?” Dax asked incredulously as he got a look at me in his doorway, clearly recalling me from our high school days. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I’m your tutor, Dax,” I answered, standing tall with as much authority as I could muster.

“You’re my tutor?” he bowled over in a fit of laughter. “What are you gonna teach me? How to suck cock?” He was still laughing when I turned on my heels and walked back to the elevator. I didn’t need his shit.

“No, man—wait,” he begged. “I’m sorry. Please don’t go. If you don’t help me, I’m—I’m fucked. Please come in.”

And so I followed Dax into his hotel room, greeted by some bitch on the TV screaming, “Yeah—fuck my tight pussy.”

“Jesus, Dax. What’s with the porn? You’re supposed to be studying,” I admonished as I reached for the TV remote and turned off the screaming bitch just as some guy sprayed his money shot on her tits.

Dax gave me a sheepish look. “I know I need to study, but I’ve never been any good at school. I barely passed in high school. If it wasn’t for this damn football scholarship, I’d be pumping gas somewhere right now, man.”

“What are you working on now?” I asked, taking a seat at a small table in his room, his school work covering every inch.

Dax sat beside me and grabbed a textbook. “I’ve got a midterm in Spanish tomorrow,” he said while cracking open his book. “But I’m gonna fuckin’ fail it.”

Grabbing a highlighter, I began to highlight verb conjugations. “You see, the trick to remembering which verb form to use—” I began, but Dax wasn’t paying any attention. “Dude,” I snapped. “I’m trying to teach you this shit.”

“I’m sorry, man,” he apologized. “I’m horny as fuck, and I can’t concentrate when I’m horny.”

“I understand,” I started to sympathize. “But you’ve go to—”

“I haven’t had any pussy in over a week,” he interrupted. “I’m not allowed to have any bitches here. And I have a high sex drive. Do you have any idea how much pussy I’m used to getting in a single day? It would make your fuckin’ head spin.”

I looked down at Dax’s crotch, and he was tenting hard. “I’ll make you a deal, Dax,” I proposed. “If you can memorize the conjugations for the verb tener with me, then I’ll let you fuck my ass.”

“No fucking way, dude,” he barked, shocked by my offer. “I’m not gay—I’m no fag, like you,” he suddenly jumped up and stood at the window with his back to me.

“Dude. I know you’re not a fag,” I assured him. “But your balls are backed up. You can’t think straight. You need a hole to fuck. I’m the only option you’ve got.”

Dax was silent as he stared out the window. In the face of my indecent proposal, he could have kicked me out of his hotel room or beaten my ass to a bloody pulp. Instead, Dax was introspective, his wheels turning as he continued to stare out the window. I knew that I had him.

“If I agree to fuck your ass,” Dax conditioned, “it’s gonna be from behind. I need to think that I’m fucking pussy.” I nodded in agreement. “And it can never leave this room, or I’ll fucking destroy you.” I nodded once more.

“Christ, you’re huge,” I gasped two minutes later as Dax worked his massive cock into me. I was perched on all fours atop his hotel bed while Dax knelt behind me, his huge tool impaling my guts. “You’re hung like fuck.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he scolded. “I don’t want to hear your voice while I’m fucking you.”

I nodded solemnly in agreement, biting my lip. I wanted to scream, the pain unreal as his girthy rod tested the limits of my sphincter. Dax was going to wreck my hole, and I intended to enjoy every minute of it—even if it meant being silent.

“FUCK, you’re tight,” he grunted, his big cock buried in me, his balls pressed against my hole. “Damn,” he exclaimed. “I usually can’t go this deep in pussy. Fucking hot, bro.”

What was fucking hot, for me, was thinking about all the bitches he had fucked with that big cock. His conquests in high school were legendary. And now that big cock was up my ass. Dax had moved his hands to my hips and started to pound me harder. Fuck, it felt good.

“Christ, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” he praised, pummeling my hole. “I can’t recall the last time I had pussy this good.”

Dax was jackhammering me hard, a prize thoroughbred doing what he does best. He was destroying my cunt at a breakneck pace, his stamina untenable. I was about to tell him to slow down or he would nut too fast—but it was too late. His huge cock was beginning to swell in my depths.

“Breed me,” I begged, knowing his load was imminent as Dax pounded the living shit out of me. He moved his meaty hands to my neck, gripping me as his massive cock battered my insides with his final thrusts. I could feel his balls begin to throb against my hole as he inched closer to orgasm.

“Fuck, man,” Dax suddenly announced. “I’m gonna bust. Aww, FUCK—Here it comes, dude—FUCK—DAMN.”

Instantly, his huge cock unleashed his load inside me, a warmth consuming my bowels. “FUCK,” he grunted, throwing his head back as his balls continued to empty inside me, his seed spreading within my void.

“How come we never fucked like this before?” Dax lamented, pulling his spent cock out of me abruptly, his load gushing from my wrecked hole.

“Uh—maybe because you were always threatening to kick my ass,” I reminded him, my used body collapsing upon the bed.

“Yeah—uh—I’m really sorry about that,” Dax apologized while crashing down beside me, his spent cock leaving a wet streak of cum on the bedsheet. “I was an ass to you in high school, and you didn’t deserve it.”

“Thank you for the apology, Dax,” I replied, surprised by his sudden remorse. “I’d say we’re about even now, considering I just twisted your arm into fucking me.”

“You didn’t twist my arm,” Dax assured me, pushing himself onto one arm and looking me in the eye. “I’ve actually wanted to try fucking a dude for a long time now. And I have to admit that it felt fucking awesome.”

“It’s getting late,” I announced while looking at the alarm clock upon the hotel bed table. “We’ve got a lot more verbs to conjugate if you’re going to pass that Spanish midterm tomorrow.”

“How about we do a few verbs, and then I fuck your ass again?” suggested Dax as he pushed himself upright.

“Sounds like a deal,” I agreed, reaching for his big cock and lapping up a pearly drop of cum that still remained.

And so we spent the rest of the evening conjugating a few verbs and then fucking, conjugating again, and then fucking some more. By the time I left Dax’s hotel room after 2 am, he had mastered twenty Spanish verbs, and I had taken six of his warm loads up my wrecked hole.

“Well done!” my professor congratulated me in his office the next afternoon. “Dax got a B+ on his Spanish midterm this morning.”

“He worked hard for it,” I reported, not mentioning how hard Dax had worked my hole, which was still raw and tender.

“Listen,” the professor continued. “The head football coach and I think you should move in with Dax, at least for this semester. It’s the only way he’s going to stay on track. I know that Dax can be a bit difficult, so I hope you’re prepared to handle him full time.”

“Sounds great,” I agreed eagerly, wondering if my sore ass was prepared to handle Dax’s huge cock full time.

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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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