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When I entered into the summer after graduation, I was informed by my dad that it was time to spread my wings and fly. He told me that he and mom would still be there to help if they were needed, but I needed to leave the nest and be on my own.

I had a decent job working at the factory that dad worked at, but I didn't make enough to support myself quite yet so they helped me find an apartment with a roommate. Not a big deal, but to a wide eyed eighteen year old on his own for the first time, it was huge.

After a couple months, I found a small place with two bedrooms and a roommate named Josh that I could afford. Not only afford, but actually start a life. There were tears from mom but I promised to keep in touch as she and dad helped me move into my first place. Was definitely no ritzy condo, but it wasn't the pits either. We had a bedroom each a nice kitchen and living room along with a cozy balcony overlooking the downtown hubbub. I loved it.

Turns out that Josh was a quiet guy who kept a fairly neat place and was also queer. This came out a week after I moved in during an evening drinking wine coolers and commiserating over being in our own. We hit it off as friends but I didn't feel anything romantic towards Josh. He was likable but didn't turn me in sexually,

I prefer guys to be a definite twink, my age, clean shaven and more into the club scene than the great outdoors. Josh on other hand while being about the same age, he was two years my senior, he projected the image of a definite daddy. He was swarthy with a constant three days growth of facial hair and the one time I saw him coming from the bathroom in the morning after a shower, he was as far from being smooth as you could get. Not a bad thing, but just not my cup of tea. He carried an aura of manliness based on his appearance alone. Add the fact that he had a bit of a slavic accent and you complete the image.

We got along fine and quite frankly things went along rather smoothly. This was our lives together. He was a cook at a fine dining restaurant and he had aspirations to become a chef with some day him opening his own place. Judging by the food he would sometimes make, he had the talent to make it. Neither of us had much going in the area if dating so a lot of bed squeaking after we went to our rooms to sleep.

This changed for me around the time school started back up. That's when I met Hank at the grocery store I frequented. He was cute, smaller than me and had a delightful way he covered his mouth when he wanted to laugh out loud.

We met at the meat counter while I was waiting to have Brad fix me up with two pork chops and a pound of fresh hamburger. As I waited for Brad to slice my chops I saw Hank perusing some marbled steaks and I mentioned that that was some nice looking meat. He looked up at me and grinned as he said that the stuff in the cabinet was pretty good too.

We ended up going for a walk to a favorite cafe where we drank coffee and shared our life stories. He was in college studying art and yearned to be in his own. I yearned to be on him. We started seeing more of each other after work and his classes. Eventually he came by the apartment and he met Josh who immediately took a liking to him. Turns out we both had this in common. Before long it was common for the three of us to spend a lot of time watching TV or playing games. Turns out Hank is a Trivial Pursuit fiend and Josh and I would have to team up to stand a chance at beating him.

I started getting vibes that Josh was moving in on my man and I wanted to quell this while not killing our roommate relationship. I asked dad what I should do and he just asked me if I really liked this Hank. I answered that I did and he smirked before suggesting that I go back to spending more time with him outside of the apartment. Do things like nature hikes, park exploration, or beach combing. Things where you'll have his attention while not bringing him in for long sessions with potential rivals.

I thought about it and agreed. I hugged dad, which was a customary way we ended our think tanks and headed off to go call Hank. Turns out he was all excited about the nature walk at a local arboretum. His dad had worked at one years ago and it brought back good memories. So that Saturday we drove to a local tree farm which had converted into a nature conservancy and was still in the beginning stages of development into a nature walk. As Hank had some links to another one, we were granted early admission while the guys were still clearing paths and establishing wetlands areas.

Hank was in his prime as he told me about the different trees, pointing to leaves which were just bursting into view along with other native flora. He was enjoying himself and I was quietly thanking dad for his idea. That is until we rounded a corner and ran into Ben, a forester. Ben was tall with broad shoulders and a pleasant demeanor, but his most prescient qualification was the fact that he very closely resembled a bear due to the amount of natural fur covering his body.

He was easily six three, and that forced your eyes upward at his muscular body. And since he chose that day to go topless due to the warm air, his hirsute frame was there to be admired, to be worshipped. Personally I was not affected by it, but Hank was drawn to it like an ant is drawn to sugar. I discovered his interest when his discourse in sugar maples suddenly became less about less and sap and more about how they drew wildlife.

Ben turned around as we approached with a big smile on his closely cropped bearded face and he greeted us. He apologized for not wearing his full uniform as he rubbed his hairy belly then he added that he was told that the park wouldn't be opening for another week yet. Hank just sputtered that he was fine as the masculine fur added something special to the scene. Then in a quick afterthought, he asked if he could touch it?

Ben's eyes went wide for a second before smiling even wider with his big white teeth glowing like the big bad wolf and invited my boyfriend to touch away, as it feels amazing. Especially when it's such a handsome fellow like you.

Great! I came here to get away from predatory perverts and we landed in the lair of a gay Sasquatch! I just watched as Hank reached out his hand and ran it over the hairy chest before us. Ben cooed as Hank pet his pelt which just emboldened Hank to stroke more.

My boyfriend said that he loved a hairy belly to rub as it was so masculine. Ben replied that if he liked hairy bellies then he should feel how soft the fur on his back is. He added that he has actually rubbed against trees just to feel the way the bark presses against it.

Hank had forgotten I was there as he slid around the tall sex magnet and continued his manual appreciation of the forest ranger. As he ran his fingers through the hairy back I could see his eyes begin to glaze over in lust. I could see that the elastic band of his sweats was beginning to be stretched by an unseen force between his leg and I caught the ranger checking out the battle going on in hanks pants as well.

The ranger gave me a smug grin as he mentioned that the part that drives guys wild is the patches on his shoulders though. Then he lowered himself to his knees and gripped Hank around his waist as he presented his broad furry shoulders for his inspection. As my baby reached out to run his fingers through the hair, Ben moaned as he leaned forward and buried his face in Hank's crotch and began mouthing my baby's cock through his sweats. I could hear him moan as he went from stroking to clasping his hands around the ranger's hairy shoulders.

In no time at all, the ranger had my baby's cock out and was tonguing the length of it on each side as he twisted his head to the left and right. Hank moaned as he resumed rubbing the hairy giant between us. After a couple minutes, Ben stood back up and let Hank collect himself before asking him a question, like he had a group of grade schoolers before him.

"Can you guess where else I might be hairy?"

Hank just stood there slackjawed as he took in the absurdity of the situation before replying that he thought he'd be hairy on his ass. Ben just grinned as he reached down and released his belt and pants and quickly spun around to show Hank his ass. It was a thicker coating than his chest or back.

He remarked that Hank was right and as a reward, he was granted access to his new territory to explore. Hank dropped to his knees now and started rubbing the thick mat of hair, first with his hands then quickly switching to his tongue. I heard Ben's groans if approval as my man's tongue began exploring his furry crack, spreading those muscular cheeks apart with his face as he ate out the crevice.

The ranger moaned as he begged Hank to eat his hole while he bent over and hugged a sugar maple tree presenting his hole for my man's tongue and fingers. As I watched this unprovoked feeding by the bear, I watched my baby's head slide further and further down the crack in front of him until Ben moaned loudly for him to lick his balls like that. Hank must've decided to gather some nuts and berries as well as his mouth went into overdrive in the ranger's crack.

With a sudden practiced move, Hank spun his neck around suddenly instead of looking straight at the furry ass in front of him he was staring up at a pair of big dangling spit shined balls while his ball cap fell to the forest floor. He was teabagging himself on a big pair ranger orbs and I could see the spit soaked asshole winking at me with each enveloping of the dangling sac. It was at this point I realized my crank was dangerously close to popping a big load so I freed it from its confines and gave it the freedom to douse the area with my load.

I looked at the scene in the path ahead and saw that Hank had started the climb up the front of our friendly hairy ranger as all I could now see Hank's chest and body as his head was now on the other other side of Ben. I knew what was happening as I saw Hank's chest convulse and correctly guessed that Ben was now show his spelunking skills as he explored my baby's throat with his dick.

I saw Hank's hand come up and firmly grasp two fur covered ass cheeks as Ben began to hump his hips, driving his cock inside my man's mouth. He backed Hank up against that same sugar maple and held him in place as he gave a few forceful strokes into his mouth. Ben moaned and told him that he had a good grasp how to handle the fauna into a submissive pose. Then he added that he was indeed lucky as he was going to experience the mating rituals of the North American brown bear. When there are no females around, the bear is noted for basically fucking anything he can get his cock into.

Then he stepped back and pulled Hank to his feet before turning him around and pushing him into that ever popular sugar maple. He squared his hips against Hank's ass and I heard a yell rise from Hank as the ranger drive his cock into his hole. The ranger advised that during a bear attack, it was best not to fight back but allow him full access to minimize any damage his immense cock might inflict. Many survivors have said that after a few minutes they actually enjoyed being manhandled by the beast.

At this point the ranger was buried inside Hank to the balls and was snuffling along his neckline from behind. From my angle it looked like Hank was covered by a fur coat, only it was moving. The giant was beginning to pump inside his hole as Hank began a steady moaning. I guess he found that pleasure point Ben had mentioned.

After a minute or two Ben began to fuck my man with a bit more enthusiasm as he must've found a good groove to work. Within a minute he was actually pounding away as he growled in delight while fucking my man who was thrusting his ass backwards at Ben trying to capture a fuller penetration. As the other animals in the area began responding to the disruption I could feel my balls about to erupt so I leaned against an elm or a birch or some kind of fairly sturdy tree and blasted my load at the trunk.

As I white washed the trunk I heard Ben groan loudly. I turned my head to see his hairy cheeks clench together tight as he raised his head and howled. I didn't need a forest ranger to tell me that this bastard was blasting his load up my baby's ass. He grabbed Hank by the hips and thrust as the last few drops exited his post and Hank emptied against that sugar maple. They should rename that to the fuck tree.

After he calmed back down, the ranger slid his pants back up his hairy legs and then asked us if we had any other questions he could help us with?

I looked at Hank, who was struggling to get his wobbly legs inside his sweat pants and turned to Ben and replied that we had seen enough of nature for the day. Then I thanked him for his attentive help and escorted Hank out of the reserve and to our car.

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

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

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

I was smitten.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jesus Christ,” I scoffed. “Dad walked in on me jacking off to porn. I’m eighteen years old. What’s the big, fuckin’ deal?”

“It was gay porn,” Brett countered. “It’s totally okay with us if you’re gay, Ricky. We don’t want you to feel you have to hide that from us. So—uh—do you think you could be gay?”

“I—I’m not sure,” I stammered. “I’ve never been with a guy. I’m still a virgin.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin at your age, Ricky,” Brett stated, sensing my embarrassment. “A lot of guys don’t have sex until—”

“You were fifteen,” I cut him off. “I walked in on you fucking that older girl from the swim club.”

“Misty Parker,” he recalled fondly, adjusting his package. “All the lifeguards—we called her the cherry popper because she—”

“Yeah, I get it,” I interrupted my brother’s trip down memory lane. “You all lost your v-cards to her.”

“If that’s what you want—some easy bitch to pop your cherry—I can hook you up with any number of slutty girls that I know,” Brett offered. 

“I don’t want a slutty girl,” I refused. “What I want is a slutty guy, but I doubt you can help me with that.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Brett gave a twisted smile before pulling off his shirt, tossing it on the floor, his hairy chest driving me wild.

“What—what the fuck is happening?” my voice quavered. In shock, I watched as Brett began to hike down his shorts, kicking them off. A massive cock, thick and veiny, reached outward from his hairy thighs. “Are you also gay?” I asked hopefully. 

“I don’t believe in labels, Ricky,” my brother declared. “I like sex in all forms. You recall Misty’s brother Dylan, who lifeguarded with me that summer?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, remembering that Dylan was hot as fuck. 

“Well, Dylan liked taking my big dick just as much as his slutty sister,” Brett laughed, giving his hard cock a playful tug. “Maybe even more than her.”

“You—you fuck guys?” I asked, astonished. 

“Sometimes, when I’m in the mood,” my brother reached for me, pulling me towards him. “And I’m in the mood to fuck you, if you want me to pop that cherry for you.”

“Th—th—that sounds good,” I stuttered in disbelief, my wettest dreams suddenly becoming true. 

“How about we take this to my bedroom, Ricky?” Brett asked, standing up, his hard cock stretched perpendicularly from his body as he grabbed me by the hand and led me to his room. “I think we’ll be more comfortable on my bed.”

“You want me doggy?” I asked moments later, stripping down in Brett’s room and climbing upon his bed. 

“Nah, roll over on your back,” my brother directed, climbing between my legs, pushing my knees to my chest. “I want to taste that cunt, get you good and open for me.”

His tongue was suddenly at my hole, lapping at my knotted sphincter. “Jesus, that feels good,” I moaned, running my fingers through his thick head of hair as Brett ate me out. I started to relax, my nerves melting away as his probing tongue opened me up. 

Soon, Brett inserted a finger, followed by another. Deftly, he stretched my orifice, readying it for his big dick. “Fuck me,” I begged, unable to endure the wait any longer. “Fuck me with that big dick.”

Sitting back on his haunches, gripping his big dick in his fist, Brett’s rounded cock head, engorged and dripping precum, made first contact with my wet hole. The initial pressure was a mix of pleasure and pain as my brother initiated penetration. 

“This is gonna hurt,” Brett warned, working inside of me before giving a deep thrust.

“FUCK,” I winced, a flash of pain jolting my body.

“There we go, Ricky,” he looked down at his cock buried inside me. “I just popped your cherry.”

It felt more like my brother had rearranged my insides, his big dick testing the limits of my sphincter, his thick rod pushing against the walls of my bowels. It felt like his entire arm was inside of me, not just his cock.

“You’re so fucking big,” I marveled, my hands gripping his forearms, my sphincter clenching around the base of his cock. “It—it hurts to bad.”

“Just relax, Ricky,” Brett directed calmly, holding still within me. “You just gotta adjust to it, then it will start to feel good.”

I took some deep breaths, willing myself to relax as my brother initiated a series of slow, steady strokes inside me. I had to admit that Brett was right—his big one was indeed starting to feel good. Incredibly good.

“Damn, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” he exhaled, shoving deeper into me, his balls mashed against my hole. “And you’re so fucking tight. I’m gonna have to work hard to not bust my nut so fast inside this tight hole.”

I wrapped my legs around my brother’s meaty ass while he began to rock his pelvis, increasing his pace. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Fucking wreck my virgin hole.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” Brett winked, his meaty hands pushing my knees into my chest, his big cock pounding me harder. The headboard began to hit the wall, the bed springs straining beneath us. Brett’s full weight was upon me, his big cock battering my bowels, routing my virgin depths. 

“You’re so deep,” I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head, my toes curling. He was jackhammering me hard, pummeling the living shit out of my quivering cunt. Sweat was dripping down his hairy chest, his face flush with exertion.

“I’m already getting close,” Brett announced urgently, his cock swelling inside of me. “You want my cum? You want me to shoot this load up your virgin ass?”

“Breed me,” I begged, my hands planted against his hairy chest, attempting to brace myself against his assault, his impending detonation. “Make me yours,” I pleaded.

“FUCK,” he bellowed with a deep thrust that shoved my head into the headboard, his body convulsing. “FUCK—FUCK—FUCK,” my brother continued to grunt, his cock throbbing in my depths, expelling his seed into my virgin void. 

With his balls emptied, Brett collapsed upon me, his sweaty, hairy body pressed into mine. I reveled in the fullness inside of me—his big cock, his seed. But the moment was brief, my brother quickly withdrawing from me. A gaping hole was left in his wake, his pearly load dripping onto the bedsheet. 

“I’m gonna go hit the gym, Ricky,” my brother announced, pulling on a pair of shorts over his wet cock. “You’re welcome to crash in my bed for as long as you want. Your hole might be a bit sore for awhile,” he laughed. “But you’ll feel better in a day or two.”

A rolled over on my belly, balling up a pillow under me. Brett’s scent was all over his sheets, stirring my desire for him again. I quickly fell into a deep sleep, our shared DNA swimming in my bowels.

I awoke hours later, a pair of thick fingers probing my used hole, testing the elasticity of my no-longer virgin cunt. Brett was ready to fuck me again, I assumed. But I was wrong. 

“Your brother wasn’t kidding—you’re tight as fuck,” Dad’s voice was suddenly at my ear, his after-work scotch upon his warm breath. “You want some more dick, son?” Dad asked, his hairy body suddenly on top of me, his fat cock head pushing against my wet hole. “You want another load up your ass, boy?”

“Yes,” I nodded as Dad thrusted into me, vigorously pounding my used ass, forcing Brent’s load out of me with each thrust. “Fuck my ass, Dad,” I begged, gripping the sheets. “Fuck my sloppy hole.”

When Terry and I met for lunch on Tuesday of course the conversation eventually made its way around to him. We mooned over what he must be like until my dad, who had joined us that day, just cried enough. He bitched us out for being such pussies that we hadn’t ever just talked to the guy. Hell, he continued, if I had been such a pussy as you, I would never gotten to first base with your mother and made you. Jesus Christ, I can’t believe you came from my balls!!

Then he said the thing that struck me to my core. He said he was going to come to the bar on Friday night to see this fucking cowboy you guys are turning into little girls over. He must be some virile stud for the record books.

I looked at Terry and he just grinned and wiggled his eye brows at me. I could only imagine what kind of a debacle my dad in a gay bar would create, but I knew better than to try to convince him otherwise once his mind was made up. At least he would probably behave himself. Probably.

Well Friday evening I met Derek, Terry and the gang who were already tossing back our favorite mixed drinks and as I started on my first mojito, I caught a quiet stir at the front door. A muscled Daddy with salt and pepper liberally spread throughout his neatly combed hair with a tight muscle shirt and a pair of black jeans that framed his ample package came strutting into the bar. The bountiful crowd of twinks and drooling trolls parted and gave him passage into the inner sanctum of the bar.

As dad wandered over to us after meeting my eyes, I could see the looks of extreme envy as the irritated queens were passed by the first scrumptious piece of fresh meat in a while. Terry hugged Dad and asked what he could get him to drink, a cosmopolitan?

Dad just said" For Christ’s sake, don’t give me no Nancy drink. I hope this place actually sells beer, a real mans drink!“

As Dad got his bottle and settled in I remarked that I didn’t think he’d show. Why would he want to see how his disappointment lived?

Dad just rolled his eyes and asked where this cowboy was. As fate would have it, he was entering with a couple of his buddies. We all focused on his amazing form as he strolled over to the bar and got a drink. Dad spoke up and asked if that was what was considered hot? Guess I must be too straight to understand.

We continued to drink at our table and mentally flirt with the guys there, especially cowboy, but dad grew bored with this. He berated us for not making anything happen. There are six guys here who are moderately attractive but ain’t none of you got the balls to go talk to anyone you really desire. Really sad. Then he stood and made his way across the crowded floor to the can.

Well of course, dad’s remarks stung, but we were too proud to accept the truth behind his remarks. Terry fetched another round and we drowned our wishy washy lives under another cocktail. When we were finishing that drink, Dad meandered back to the table with a grin on his face.

As he got there, he placed his fresh beer bottle on the table and said that he could understand why we were so obsessed over this cowboy. He’s handsome, got a nice smile, nice chest too. Oh, and he gives a helluva blowjob.

We all just stared at him like he had grown a second head on his neck.

He took a swig and said he passed the fellow on the way to the can and we made eye contact. I’d seen that hungry look a hundred times before. Usually some slut who was dying to know what kind of rough time I promised in the sack. I usually gave them a full demonstration. No wonder your mom left me!

I made my way to the can to drain the lizard and within ten seconds the spot next to me was filled with cowboy. He’s got a respectable dick, but he was more interested in what was releasing the recycled beer from my bladder. I saw him looking so I smiled and stepped back a step so he could get a better peek. He took it as an invite and reached in and held my hooded crank as the stream blasted against the urinal in front of me.

I let him hold and direct things even after my bladder emptied. He had me halfway hard before I removed his hand and zipped up. I washed my hands and maintained eye contact in the mirror before stepping back out onto the dance floor. I saw him make his way to a side door before turning his head to make sure I was following.

I was. As I stepped out into the cooler night air, I saw him at a corner of the bar patio. He was standing there smoking a cigarette. I walked over to him and he offered me one as well and lit it. As I took my first drag on the Winston, he reached down and unzipped my pants. He collapsed to his knees as he fished my cock out into the night air and summarily ran his broad tongue all over my stiff rod.

I pulled on the cigarette as I leaned against the post behind me and watched the cowboy go to town sucking my unit. His dark eyes smoldered as my cock throbbed in his mouth. I ruffled his hair and told him to show me just how deep his throat got. His nostrils flared as began to take me into his throat, my thick cock head pushing its way passed the back of his mouth. I could feel his throat tighten around my piece as he eagerly bounced his head onto my pole, his nose blowing warm air as it neared my crotch. He gagged a bit but never surrendered to the task. I admire him for that. And the way he held his own when I shot my three day load into his accepting mouth.

He just kept swallowing as he looked up at me with those big dark eyes. I almost thought I felt something for him.

At this point, I don’t know if it was the three cocktails or my sense of being bullshitted, but I called him out on his story. I had heard of things like that happening here, but I had never witnessed it. I told him that if he were so intimate with cowboy, what’s his fucking name then?

Dad just looked at me and grinned as he told me that he didn’t know. But he could tell me that he prefers to chew Big Red gum. I tasted it when I stole it from his mouth during our kiss afterwards. I do love the taste of cinnamon and the salty flavor of my cum mixed in with it.

I lost my mind over this. Come on, you not only fucked cowboys mouth, our dream top, but then stole his chewing gum right out of his mouth?

Derek came up with a quick resolution. He said that if that is true, your mouth should still taste of cinnamon too. Then he stepped up to a very surprised Dad and wrapped his lips over Dad’s.

Dad wrestled in surprise for a second or two before calming down and wrapping his hand around Derek’s head and began kissing him back. They smooched for a few more seconds, heads twisting in delight, before the unlocked lips. Derek gathered a quick breath before proclaiming that he definitely tasted cinnamon and something that tasted familiarly like cum. I can’t be a hundred percent sure though.

At that point my buddies grouped around dad and sampled his mouth as well. The general consensus was that Dad was a hell of a kisser, his mouth tasted like cinnamon and who knew a tongue could be that strong. The debate was relegated to a back burner as the guys began partying more at Dad’s lead.

That night we left the bar after another successful adventure but I was a bit sore at dad for stealing the show. The next day he called me and suggested I come over so he could try to make amends. I agreed, as I never could stay mad at him and an hour later I was at his place.

I knocked and then let myself in as I carried some KFC into the kitchen. I didn’t see him so after putting the food down, I went in search of him. I found him but he was not alone. He was pounding the ass of muscular guy I quickly saw and closed his bedroom door to.

He hollered for me to come back in here and I was at odds what I should do. Not being bold enough to disobey him, I opened the door again to see the coupling going full tilt on his bed. And to my dismay, the guy he was pounding was indeed the cowboy. Dad was grunting in superior domination while the bottom boy was whimpering in delight at being so completely owned.

Dad didn’t stop as he told me that he told his new fuck toy to get his sexy ass over here so I could give it a good and proper pounding. It only took him twenty minutes to get here and he fucking douched as well!

He’s nice and tight, better than your mother ever was, but to be fair, she never would let me fuck her ass, the cunt!

He grabbed cowboy by the hips as he pile drove into his hole giving me plenty of opportunity to witness the glory of my old man’s uncut beast as it stretched the hole to new dimensions as yet unexplored. Cowboy started twitching under dad and I could see him erupt onto his sheets, which induced dad to follow suit. He leaned in and wrapped his arms up through cowboy’s arms and pinning him to the bed as attached his mouth to the side of his neck. I could hear dad growling as his muscular ass clenched and drove his pecker fully up the anus.

As dad’s legs quivered from the stressful fuck he just threw, he lay over the cowboy’s back and began kissing the side of his face.

This has led to many fun exciting evenings. Probably to our increasingly successful life. In the past three years, we've managed to improve things to the point that we were able to move out of our little one bedroom apt to the two bedroom town home in the burbs.

We ended up moving to a new neighborhood and around a new group of folks. This also enabled Ben to continue his pursuit of a career as a singer in a band. He's got a beautiful tenor voice with an amazing range and on top of that he also writes his own music. Mostly love songs but that's what people want to hear; stuff they can relate to.

Ben found a band called J2T and the Boys who were looking for a singer and he was over the moon about it. He couldn't wait for me to get home from the Walmart I managed to share the ad they had posted. They wanted a tenor who could knock them out with his voice and good looks. Keyboarding and sing writing a plus.

Hell they didn't know what they were about to get. Neither did I.

Ben scheduled an appointment and came back as J2T's newest front man. I was so proud of him. He started disappearing nightly as they had to integrate him into the band as fast as possible. He had become fast friends with Jimmy the leader of the group and bass guitarist. They must've played nightly for hours and Ben would come home at two in the morning with eyes looking tired and his mouth so worn out that he even winced from a good night kiss.

I started to worry that this was too much for Ben and suggested that maybe he step back, but he insisted that this was exactly where he wanted to be. It was pushing him to use everything he had and he could see himself reaping big rewards.

A few days from the band's big opening with Ben I noticed that his cheeks were actually bruised on each side. I asked him what happened and he just smiled and said that it was from all practicing. He kept his mouth open so much from practice that he must've bruised the muscles. Jimmy says it will add a sense of wonder at our show.

I kind of scratched my head, but what did I know about performing? What I did know was that Ben was happy and that was enough for me.

I shared what was going on with a friend at work and he seemed interested. About the time the bruises showed up, he became serious with me and said he had something to tell me. He went to school with Jimmy and he needed to share a bit of history.

First he said that Jimmy comes from a lot of money. He plays it down but he's loaded. The big blue house on the hill outside of town? That's his parent's place. He lives in the entire basement floor. He is their only kid and they died on him all his life.

He wanted a PlayStation? They got him the latest. He wanted a motorbike? They bought him a brand new Harley. He wanted the latest shoes? They got him whatever he wanted in a variety of colors.

His spoiled behavior soon carried over to his love life. He only wanted the prettiest girls on his arm and he got them. These gold diggers figured they'd have it made. Only the thing is, Jimmy is a big guy. Six three and muscular he inherited some amazing genes as well. He quite naturally carried that big dick attitude because he has one. Not longest, but thick. I still recall seeing it in gym class our sophomore year. Had to be as big around as a coke can and that was soft.

So when these bitches thought they were in for an easy ride, they were sadly mistaken. They figured a little head would get them whatever jewelry they wanted, but they hadn't counted on his jaw breaker. He only had his dick scraped by teeth from those prissy things a few times before he decided he was going to get some good head if it was the last thing he did.

That's when he became J2T; Jimmy Two Thumbs. He had just watched the Godfather and heard all those weird ass gangster names and the memory of his latest wench scraping his dick with her teeth. He had been thinking about how to avoid that and he decided to try his own idea.

It was Patricia Dean who was his first accomplice. When she was about to blow him, he stopped her in her tracks and said if she wanted that beautiful bracelet, she did it his way. She thought for a second and then agreed. Then he stuck both thumbs in her mouth and pulled her cheeks to the side until his thumbs were locking her jaws open. Then he shoved his fucking ramrod into her mouth and felt her mouth around his cock as he began to fuck her face. Slowly at first, but within a minute he was pounding away only this time there was no teeth to stop the fun. It was said he came so much that he bought her the bracelet and a matching set of ear rings.

Shortly after that word got out and the legend was born. And girls started showing up to school with bruises on their cheeks and jewelry on their wrists. It was our senior when the only guy on the cheerleader squad, Gary, came to school with bruises cheeks that we all figured out that Jimmy was bi. By then he didn't care and basically fucked whoever pleased him.

Since then he's stepped in as a CEO of his dad's company and spends his free times searching for the next hottie to fuck. From what you say, it sounds like he's found him. Have you been getting the phone calls? Rumor has it that he likes to call the bitch's boyfriend as he breeds her.

I just shook my head and said that maybe it was all a legend then. Just thought I should let you know in case there's something going on.

Two nights later was Ben's big night. He was awesome standing up there singing in his tight blue shirt and hip hugging black jeans. He looked like a poster boy for a lube ad. The crowd loved him. I went up and kissed him, noticing how he winced from my mouth pressing against his. The words of my buddy repeated through my head as I looked at his bruised cheeks but I just smiled in his happiness.

The following night I received a call about an hour after Ben should've gotten home from practice. It was from an unknown number but I answered it anyway. The guy on the other end of the line was wheezing like he was close to having a heart attack. Then his voice said, " Hi Cuck! Aaaaaaaaahhhh! " Then he hung up.

When Ben got home he was looking a bit sheepish as he muttered something about practice running late, before heading into the shower. As he stepped into the shower, I opened the door and saw his well stretched asshole just before the shower curtain closed.

It had been a year of upheaval for Dad. With his fiftieth birthday on the horizon, he had divorced my mom and started fucking one of his male students at the university where he taught—probably not in that exact order. And now Dad and his new boy toy were an official couple. 

“Jax is—uh—just a little younger than you,” Dad told me over the phone when he broke the news to me. 

“Dad—the boy is only nineteen, according to Mom,” I protested. “He’s six years younger than me—and not even half your age.”

“Age is just a number,” Dad insisted. “I think you’re really going to like him, which is why I’ve asked Jax to join us on our trip in the camper this summer.”

“What?” I gasped. The annual trip had always been just Dad and me. Never my mom. Never any of my buddies. Never any of my girlfriends. “Why do you get to bring your new boyfriend?” I demanded. 

Dad ignored my pleas and overruled all my objections in the weeks leading up to the trip. And it took all my strength to go through with the ordeal when I arrived to Dad’s house in early June to meet Jax for the first time and begin our annual summer adventure.

“I’m glad you could join us, son,” Dad greeted me, standing in front of his camper, holding hands with Jax. They were even dressed similarly. Fucking shoot me. 

We drove up into the mountains the first day, an awkward, polite silence taking hold between us as we did a long hike. We stopped at a few vistas, Dad asking me to take photos of him and Jax while they held hands, sometimes kissing—with tongue. It was a difficult pill to swallow. 

The sleeping arrangements had caused some consternation. The camper had a pullout bed in the back that slept two comfortably, three not so much. But Dad was determined to make it work. I had brought a small pup tent and a sleeping bag to sleep outside of the camper, weather permitting. 

Dad pulled into one of our favorite campsites that first day and quickly built a campfire. After a dinner of hot dogs roasted over the fire, the stars shining bright above us, Dad pulled out a bottle of Jim Beam, passing it between the three of us. 

“So, why don’t you tell me how you two started—uh—dating?” I asked taking a swig of bourbon as Dad and Jax huddled together opposite me. 

“I sucked his cock at a gloryhole on campus,” Jax laughed. “The one in the basement of the science library.”

“To be fair—I just needed to drop a quick load,” Dad interjected. “I didn’t know that Jax was my student at the time.”

“I knew,” Jax giggled. “I recognized you through the gloryhole and knew I had scored when you pushed that big cock through to me.”

“Jax dropped my class right after that,” Dad shared. “The university has no issue with students and professors—uh—fraternizing, as long as they don’t have an academic connection.”

“We certainly had a connection,” Jax groped Dad’s cock lasciviously through his pants. My dad then crossed his legs to hide his raging boner. 

Dad quickly changed the subject, peppering me with questions about work—“It’s okay”—and asking if I was seeing (fucking) any new girls—“Not really.” I had to admit that it was difficult to see my dad so happily in love when my own sex life had been shit lately. 

“Well,” Dad stretched, “I think Jax and I are gonna hit the camper for a little couple time.” This occurrence had been discussed in advance with Dad—that I would give them an hour or so alone in the camper each night before bedtime to, well, fuck. 

“Have fun,” I wished them awkwardly. 

“Oh—we will,” Jax winked back at me, the little cock slut. 

The festivities inside the camper started almost immediately. I tried not to listen, really I did. But it was hard to ignore the persistent moans and grunts of ecstasy pouring out of the open windows, the camper shaking from side to side, and carnal outbursts of:

“Yeah, suck my big cock. Get it ready for your tight hole.”

“Mmm, fuck me. You’re big dick feels so good in my cunt.”

“Yeah, open that pussy for me. You’re about to get my load.”

“Breed me. Fucking seed my ass.”

“Here it comes—FUCK—FUCK.”

After about forty-five minutes of live porn being broadcast to the campsite, Dad and Jax finally quieted. Soon, the door to the camper opened. Dad emerged naked into the cool night air, his big cock swinging between his legs, glistening wet. He had always been proud of his incredible body and was somewhat of an exhibitionist. 

Dad approached me at the campfire, his spent cock inches from my face, a drop of cum defying gravity at the tip. In his hand he held a joint. He took a toke and then handed it to me. We passed it back and forth for a few minutes in silence before Dad blurted out, “Jax wants you to fuck him.”

“What?” I gasped incredulously. “You told him I’m not gay, right? That I don’t fuck guys.”

“Well, to be fair, I didn’t fuck guys either until a year ago,” Dad laughed in a burst of smoke. 

“Dad—I’m not about to—”

“When did you last have some pussy?” Dad cut me off, passing the joint back to me. “When did you last get off without your right hand doing all the work?”

“I—I dunno,” I took a toke, the smoke exiting my nasal passages in a thin stream. “It’s been awhile.”

“I’m betting it was Alexa—the last you had some poontang,” he guessed correctly. “And you two broke up over two years ago.”

“It’s not easy, Dad,” I tried to argue. “I try to put myself out there but—”

“You just need to get back in the saddle,” Dad cut me off. “And just so you know, there’s a horse in that camper that wants you to ride him hard.”

“I think that horse has already been broken,” I poked fun at his metaphor. 

“Yeah, I just fuckin’ beat that horse to death,” Dad laughed boastfully. “But seriously, son. You just need to get laid. Go in there and fuck that boy. He’s got a sweet cunt. And he thinks it would be good for us all if you fucked him. Sex is a powerful bond.”

“You—you seriously want me to fuck your boyfriend?” I asked. “You’re not going to be weirded out by it? You’re not gonna act all pissed off at me afterwards?”

“Of course not,” Dad assured me. “Jax is young and has an insatiable sex drive—far out pacing this old timer’s libido,” he laughed. “I try to keep up with him, but sometimes I enjoy taking a break and letting another man use his hole. I kind of like being cucked, I guess. And who better to cuck me than my own son?”

This wasn’t the first time that I’d been given the opportunity to fuck a guy. A dude on my lacrosse team in high school came out to me and then promptly offered up his ass. A fraternity brother tried to get me to fuck him late one night while we were drunk and watching porn. And I had lost count of the many, many guys at the gym who, after seeing my big one in the showers, had offered to bend over for me. 

But what all those offers had in common was that my response was always: “No, thanks. I’m good.” And I was good. I was handsome, athletic, and hung like fuck. Pussy was easy for me. And then, one day, it simply wasn’t easy anymore. But maybe it was all in my head? Maybe Dad was right? Maybe I just needed to get back in the saddle and get my mojo back?

Maybe I just needed to fuck Jax?

“Look, son,” Dad continued, taking a deep drag on the joint as he stared into the fire. “I think if you’d just open up your mind to the possibility of sex with a man, then you will find that—”

“I’ll do it,” I blurted out, cutting him off. “I’ll fuck your boyfriend—I’ll fuck Jax.”

Jax was on the pullout bed in the back of the camper when I entered. He was on his stomach, Dad’s pearly cum leaking from his used hole. Stripping off my shirt and stepping out of my shorts, I was quickly upon him, my big dick raging to be inside his sloppy hole. 

“I was hoping you’d come in here and fuck me,” Jax moaned, turning his face back towards me as he raised his ass slightly, giving me better access to his hole. “Damn, you’re just as hung as your dad,” he observed astutely. “Get that big dick in me.”

Not needing any further invitation, I climbed between his legs. Planking above his ass, my arms pushed into the mattress on either side of Jax, I lined up my dick with his gaping hole and slid right into him.

“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, finally enjoying the warm embrace of a wet hole after a prolonged dry spell. “Dad was right—you do have a sweet cunt,” I marveled, delivering some initial deep thrusts, testing out Dad’s new fuck toy.

“It’s all yours,” Jax taunted, grinding his ass into me, my balls mashed against his hole. “Fucking wreck my cunt with that big dick. Show me what you got,” he dared me.

And so I reared myself upwards, my hands at the small of his back, just above his ass, all my weight upon him. I was going to give Jax what he wanted—I was going to fucking wreck him. 

Instantly, I began to jackhammer his sloppy cunt. A wet thwack echoed inside the camper as I pounded his hole mercilessly, Dad’s cum driven more and more out of Jax’s used hole with each forceful thrust into his bowels.

“That’s it, son,” Dad’s voice was suddenly at my ear. His hands were on my shoulders, massaging me like I was a boxer about to go into the ring. “Fuck his ass,” Dad hissed in my ear. “Fucking destroy his boy pussy.”

Emboldened by my father’s directive, I fucking let loose on Jax. In college, I had a reputation for being a bit of a fuck boy, mindlessly smashing whatever pussy came my way with complete disregard for the bitches themselves. I found myself channeling that old version of me, hammering Jax’s quivering cunt into submission with a violent intensity. 

“FUCK,” Jax screamed, pushing himself up onto all fours as I moved my hands to his shoulders, digging into his flesh while I continued to pummel him relentlessly. “You’re getting me so good. You’re gonna make me cum,” he cried out, his hard dick bobbing up and down between his legs in rhythmic unison with each drive I delivered into his cunt. “I’m so close.”

“Make that bitch cum,” Dad was in my ear again. “Make him shoot his load with your big cock buried in his guts.”

I delivered a rapid succession of thrusts, battering his bowels as his sphincter began to throb around the base of my thick cock. “FUCK—I’m cumming,” he screamed, his load spraying all over the sheet as I continued to plow him. I could feel every pulse of his orgasm, his fuck canal contracting and relaxing around my cock. The sensation was mind-blowing and orgasm inducing. 

“Cum with him,” Dad demanded in my ear, my load rising in my shaft, my balls beginning to throb. “Breed that bitch while he writhes and screams on your big rod.”

“Get ready for it, Jax,” I growled, my load imminent. “You’re about to get my nut.”

“Breed me,” Jax begged, his knees giving out, my weight driving his body into the mattress as his orgasm finished and mine commenced. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“FUCK—SHIT,” I grunted, giving one last, deep thrust as my cock erupted in his depths, my load spraying into his wrecked cunt. My seed spewed forth in the little slut, uniting with the load my dad had left behind, our shared DNA mixing together like some mutant experiment. “FUCK,” I continued to grunt until my balls had stopped throbbing, the last of my load deposited into Jax.

“Well done, son,” Dad slapped me proudly on the back as I pulled out of Jax, my load—and Dad’s—gushing from that used cunt. “You did good, son. Now it’s my turn for another round,” Dad announced, shoving me out of the way as he plunged his big cock into Jax’s sloppy hole. 

The night stretched on from there, Dad and I taking turns as we dumped load after load into Jax, the boy always begging for more. I felt alive again, the master of my big cock once more. Sex had completely transformed me, restoring my lost confidence and self-esteem. And I had my dad to thank for this new lease on life.

We got dressed up in denim jeans and button-downs the next evening for a night out at Armadillo’s, a honky-tonk bar and restaurant that Dad always loved to visit on our trip. After fucking Jax the night before, I had reclaimed my mojo and was ready to score some pussy again. 

In no time, I had a hot, blonde bitch in boots and Daisy Dukes flirting with me, pushing her big tits up against me on the dance floor. And so I lured her back to the old camper, parked just across the street. With her boots wrapped around my meaty ass, I pounded out my nut into her baggy cunt. 

“There’s the man,” Dad high-fived me after the bitch and I had done our walk of shame back to the bar, parting ways inside as she loudly told her friends that I was hung like a motherfucker. “Did you enjoy her pussy?” Dad inquired.

“It was alright,” I shrugged. “To be honest, I think I’d rather dump a load in Jax again later tonight, if you don’t mind.”

“Mind?” Dad laughed, gesturing to Jax out on the dance floor, two studs in cowboy hats grinding up against him. “It looks like Jax is organizing a pretty hot gang bang for us all tonight.”

He is a mid level manager at a corporate firm that sells all kind of things, sort of like a generic version of Walmart. He leaves the house every morning wearing a nice suit and makes his employees days, as unlike his coworkers, he actually gives a damn about the employees, and they know it. Three times a week he heads out an hour early and stops at a local gym to maintain that muscular frame that feels so good under my hug.

I on the other hand have my own cross to bear. I teach seventh grade math to a hundred and twenty kids who’d rather be anywhere but in that classroom. There are days I’m right there with them. But I have a few that make me smile when I see them come in and take their seat. They remind me that I actually do love making a difference in their lives.

At night Grant and I have our regimen. We come home and one of us fixed dinner while the other readies the living room for our evening of snuggling in front of the tv. Sounds nice, and it is. But even nice can get boring. That’s why about six months ago I did some online research about ways to spice up our life. It suggested doing something we would never do. Like go climbing, take up a new hobby together, or do something bolder. One respondent had mentioned that he and his partner would go to a movie every other week and once the film starts, they would sneak into sexual activity. Said it started with blowjobs and eventually rose to going to adult theaters and fucking each other in front of other guys.

Well that certainly caught my attention. So I figured we could maybe try that. Grant likes going to shows and honestly, I’m at bit of a voyeur and exhibitionist when it comes to public nudity.

We ended up going to a movie that looked utterly boring to me but with all the action scenes of a spy thriller, was guaranteed to keep grants attention. At least until my mouth made contact. 😁

As the lights went down in the sparsely attended flick, I snuggled in next to Grant and cuddled him with my arm across his chest as I leaned into him. He gave me a look and smiled as he went back to the screen. Fifteen minutes later my rubbing hand dipped lower across his front until it was rubbing my target. And it was waking up from the attention.

I kissed Grant as my hand deftly unzipped his chinos and reached in to find my target. A hard crank who could care less about what was happening in the London highrise and moreso about the empty dark row we were occupying. It snuck out and I gave it a perfunctory hello with my right hand as I kissed Grant again, before heading face first to do the same to his cock.

I heard the sharp intake as his dick slid into my welcoming mouth and came to rest on my busty tongue. I licked the head a few times before applying suction and urging the intruder to investigate my mouth and throat.

Grant’s hands clenched the armrests as I began to remind him why he married me in the first place. At that point I didn’t care who might see me as I began a slow bobbing of my head in his lap while a loud soundtrack supplied me with a tempo to my work.

Grant was extremely worked up by now and was actually moaning out words like “fuck yeah” and “that’s it.”. Anyone who could hear him would probably think he was just some fan of Vin Diesel, but I knew better, especially when his hand came down on the back of my head.

I knew he was close. As the music crescendoed again I applied heavy suction as I tickled my finger tips across his tight balls and instantly got my reward as his dick erupted in my mouth, coating my tongue with his sweet salty load. It was a load I hadn’t felt in a long time, sort of like when we were dating. I finished and cleaned him up with my tongue before storing it away back in his pants and resumed my spot on his chest to watch the rest of the movie.

We decided that this was a definite plus to our routine as we decided to add it to a biweekly naughty in public adventure. He blew me in a park. I gave him a hand job in a low lit restaurant. He even fucked me in a port a john near a construction site. A couple months in and our sex life found a new sense of primacy.

When we got invited to a neighbors BBQ, I helped Mick by manning the grill for a couple hours while Grant went gadding about like the social butterfly he is. When my turn was over I grabbed a cold beer and sat down in a dark corner on a bench. Grant came over and told me what a good friend I was to Mick as he sat there next to me in the fading evening light. As the sun finished setting, I saw Grant looking around at the others and a grin formed on his face as he dropped to his knees on the grass and buried his face in my lap. Holy shit!

I kept a lookout for anyone approaching as Grant gave me my reward. I came, quietly, but with the fury of a teenager with blue balls.

He came up from my lap with a twinkle in his eyes and cum dribbling down his chin. Damn I am a lucky bastard.

At this point I figured our lives were back on track for an exciting life. I never knew when Grant might surprise me and I certainly kept a lookout for when the chance came for me to reciprocate.

Then life through us a monkey wrench. It came in the form of a super serious new neighbor with the name of Scott. He was a single guy who still spent most of his free time making his attractive frame remain that way. He had that demeanor that said he’d give you a second when he felt you deserved it. He never got close to any of us neighbors. I just chalked it up to a deep seated hatred of gays. I had been around enough of the type over the years to know when I was being ostracized for being different.

Was a shame because I am such a people person and I thought Scott had the potential to be a friend. Turns out he attended the same gym that Grant did as my baby told me after running into him there. Grant said that he was muscular as fuck and coated with a fur pelt across his chest. I could see his crotch reacting to just remembering the view.

I kidded him about having a thing for the homophobe, and told him he was always wanting what he couldn’t get. He grinned and kissed me, intending to shut me up I think. It worked.

A couple months later there was another backyard cookout at Pete and Linda’s. I again offered to help out by manning the grill for a couple hours and Pete was grateful. He probably heard from Mick how I’d helped him out and was glad to have any assistance.

I had the last block of the night and after I finished I sought out a cold drink before seeking out a quiet corner to relax in. Who knows, maybe luck will strike twice?

As I made my way to the few chairs by the dark garage wall, I saw that there was somebody already there. As I neared I saw that instead of Grant it was Scott. He was just sitting there watching everyone so I gave a quiet greeting which was ignored. Oh well, at least I tried.

As I turned to find Grant, I started finding groups of others. I asked if they knew where Grant had gotten to but he seemed to be MIA. Typical. I slid back to the garage wall when I saw the shrubs dividing Pete’s place from ours begin to move on their own. The little bastard was planning to sneak up on me. But I wasn’t there. Guess I better go warn him. As I stepped back to the chairs I said out loud that I wasn’t sitting there sweetheart. He was sneaking up on the wrong guy.

That’s when a low voice growled that he thought that this sexy fucker was right where he needed to be. I looked down at Scott to see grants head captured between his legs with his face planted in his shorts.

I kept my voice low so as to not draw attention to Grant who was in a very awkward situation. I said that he thought I was going to be sitting there, bud.

Scott didn’t let go of Grant’s head as he looked up at me and said that he thought the sexy fucker was just looking for the real man he has been drooling over at the gym. I know how bad he wants to know just how big and amazing my cock is. Spoiler alert, it’s huge!

As he said that he lowered the front of his bulging shorts and his cock sprang free and smacked Grant’s face like he was punishing him. Grant whispered a low fuck, before leaning in and licking the ball sack that popped out as well.

Scott just grinned, showing a smile that seemed to be present without his tanned body, like the Cheshire cat. “Suck it, ” he comnanded as Grant began to tongue the length of the masculine tower in front of him. When his tongue reached the tip, it swiped a dollop of precum before wrapping his warm soft lips around the shaft and provided it with a new temporary resting place.

“That’s the way, bitch, suck Daddy’s big cunt buster. Take every inch of it into your cock hungry throat. Feel what a real man’s cock is like in your mouth!” Scott looked at me and sneered as his hand pounded grants head into his crotch repeatedly. To add insult to his usurping of my spot, he released Grant’s head to show me that my baby was willingly being his slut as he continued to bounce his head.

Scott just sat there with his arms across the back of the other chairs as he absorbed the attention he was getting from me and my man. After another few minutes of the adulation, Scott told Grant to get ready because he shoots a fucking big load and he hasn’t emptied in three days. Seeing Grant stat to lift up, Scott grabbed his head and steadied him while telling him to breathe through his nose and he’ll be just fine. Then our neighbor mewled as he neared his orgasm before quickly standing and pulling Grant tightly against his crotch while he cussed and fired his load directly down my gagging baby’s throat.

He fired away for about thirty seconds before loosening his grip and allowing Grant to slide back and grab a breath of fresh air. Before Grant slid away, Scott told him to lick that mess up. He still had guests to see before he left.

I watched Grant with big eyes carefully lean in and lick up the stray bits of slobber and cum that had found its way to Scott’s lap. As he finished, Scott patted his head and told him he was a good boy. Maybe next time we’ll have time for me to reward you by splitting that muscular tight hole into a righteous fuck bussy like it wants to be.

Then he flipped his shorts up and walked over to the drink station to get another. I looked at Grant and helped him to his feet. His shirt was soaked with a variety of fluids and his face looked like he’d been crying. I knew it was just him responding to getting a brutal face fuck from the neighbor. I wrapped his arm over my shoulder and walked him home, deciding I’d thank Pete tomorrow for the party.

We didn’t talk about what happened that night but I sensed it had a broad effect on Grant. He seemed nervous every time we saw Scott in public and I tried to let him deal with things his way. When he started taking long walks to clear his head, I thought he might be getting over his issues from being used like a cum slut.

After a week though, things didn’t seem to be getting any better. Every time we ran into Scott, I was cordial but Grant would shake like he would be mouth fucked again. It even got so bad that we didn’t have relations other than dinner and cuddling. Fuck!

I finally decided that I had had enough and while Grant went on one of his walks to clear his head, I walked across our back yard to have a talk with Scott. We shared a common fence at the back of our lot and as I approached I saw something that froze me.

Scott was sitting in his back yard on a tanning bench and he had Grant kneeling between his legs providing him head. What the fuck! The bastard was wearing only a skimpy bathing suit which was down to his knees as his crank was buried in my man’s face.

He stared at me as I approached the fence and called him on his behavior. I asked him just what the fuck he thought he was doing and he replied that right now he was enjoying the well stretched throat of a faggot who desperately desires being used by a real man.

Then he stood up and walked over to the fence, letting his large erect cock before him with each step until he was just across the chest high wooden divider. His smug face, lined with his manicured goatee and spite filled eyes as he sneered for Grant to get his ass over here and continue serving his Daddy.

I watched Grant walk over to the fence line with his head bowed and once he reached the fence, he dropped to his knees. I knew what was going on by the rapid smile which appeared on Scott’s handsome face.

He told me that he didn’t need any sorry ass fag telling him what he could or couldn’t do. If he wanted to fuck a willing bitch’s holes, he was going to do it. It’s not my problem you’re too much of a pussy to satisfy your man. It’s not hard, dipshit, he just needs a real man, with a real cock, to fuck him senseless like he needs. Then fill his aching desire to be bathed in so much cum he smells it every time he breathes.

In fact I was starting to tire of this clingy bitch and was going to tell him that today was his last time for me. There are so many holes out there that I need to tend to. It’s a service I provide free of charge.

But since you saw fit to try to clip my wings, you must be punished. Therefore I think I will allow him to continue to service me. You like that my little cum bucket ? He asked Grant who was on his knees. I heard a muffled reply of what sounded like “yes, Daddy”.

I watched Scott’s hairy chest heaving more as he neared his first blasting. He grinned evilly at me as he said just a little louder that he was coming , like he was announcing it to the world. Then he grunted before baying like a wolf as he came inside Grant’s mouth.

Scott maintained his defiant attitude as he then helped grant to his feet and asked him if we had fucked recently. Grant kept his head down as he replied that his hole had only had your cock, Daddy.

Scott grinned as he told Grant to strip and show me what a properly fucked hole looked like then. As Grant slowly lowered his shorts I saw two things. First he was free balling, which was a new thing for him. And second, his tight little rosebud was no longer small. It was at least three times it’s regular size and Scott was grinning at my surprise.

I knew what that meant. He'd seen my new boyfriend, Steven, and he was hoping to see a lot more of him naked and writhing at his hillside house among thirty or so other guys. Most of which could easily star in a porn of their own.

He was so fucking transparent. But quite frankly I was interested in seeing him interacting with some of those guys as well. Tony's friends were either hot as fuck or hung like a team of mules. I'm betting that Steven wouldn't be able to control himself and go all animal when he saw the amazing peckers on these guys. As a voyeur, I was all in to see him playing with them.

I told Steven about the invite and his eyes hardened when I mentioned Tony's name. He asked me if this was the same Tony his buddies had told him about and I grinned as I mentioned he was known for his adult parties. All male adult parties.

I saw him lose focus as he thought about it and then asked me if I was okay seeing him playing with other guys? I replied that I was a major voyeur and the fact that these men would be pleasuring my baby only made it all that much more intense.

He looked at me and grinned as he said that I was a cuck, then?

I stared at him and gave it a consideration before saying that I guess I could be. Depends if he decided to bring any of the guys into our relationship. But for right now, I think it could be just a wild Friday night. He agreed and I RSVP'ed to tiny that Steven and I would be honored to be among his guests.

That Friday found us parking along a long driveway as we ventured into Steven's first all male orgy. When we entered the home we were directed into a side room where we could store our clothes before joining the festivities. When we made it into the main room, we were not disappointed. Easily twenty muscular handsome men were walking about with more than ample sized cocks bobbing in various states of erection.

As we selected drinks from naked waiters, I felt the room take us in, determining what the new meat was worth. And not surprisingly my baby was definitely the focus of most of the men. We drained our bubbly and I sought out a waiter to replace the glasses. By the time I returned there were three guys, one surfer type and two dark eyed Latinos who were surrounding Steven and trying to convince him that their charming wit deserved a chance at fucking his tight bouncy cheeks.

I just stood there watching them surround him like sharks swimming around a dying seal as I felt a nudge in my elbow. Shocked I turned to see Tony smiling as he told me he was glad to see I made it. I replied that he was even more glad that Steven came with me.

He chuckled as he looked over at the group around my man and said that it looked like he'd would be coming with quite a few of my lucky hung guests. I laughed quietly and replied that I hoped so.

Tony gave an attractive daddy with a shaved down chest pelt a nod and looked toward the group. The fellow smiled showing an incredible white smile as he headed over to them. When he reached them he didn't say anything, just reached out and grabbed Steven by the chest and head and pulled him in for an intense kiss. The conversation stopped as all eyes were on the incredibly bold actions of Gio, Tony's partner.

As the kiss became more involved I saw Gio's hand cup Steven's head as their the faces swiveled for better lip alignment. Then my cock sprang up like a Minuteman as I watched Steven cup Gio's head back. The contrast of Gio's dark Mediterranean looks against Steven's blond sun kissed skin was incredible. The dark stubble on Gio's face bristled as Steven stepped back and slid to the floor, brushing his smooth face against the hirsute stomach almost had me blasting already.

When his chin was hooked over the expanding thick pecker before him, I had to excuse myself to prevent coming so fucking soon. I sought out another drink and by the time I returned, the action was heated up ten fold. The room was now focused on watching the initial coupling which would initiate this party tonight.

Gio stood there with a domineering sneer in his face as he guided Steven in providing him with the perfect deep throat. I heard someone ask where Tony found this one. He'll be doing porn by end of summer.

I turned to the spectacle in the center of the ring of twenty guys jerking off in admiration and pure lust. There was Steven completely focused on completing his task of bringing Gio to a mind numbing orgasm while swallowing every drop of the dominate stud's jizz.

More and more voices rose from the gallery urging Steven to finish the master and make him come, as if this was required before they came. Suddenly I was grateful I stepped away when I did.

Steven looked up from Gio's crotch with the thick uncut eight inches firmly planted in his mouth and throat and he raised his eye brows as if to ask if he was gonna get to taste the load. The look of naiveté had its desired effect as Gio reacted to the complete act of submission by humping his hips forward while seizing Steven's head tightly against his crotch and let out a howl, announcing that he was coming and that everybody could now shoot.

The room went crazy as jizz flew into the air as massive units erupted onto the highly polished oak floor, turning it a dark honey and creamy white, reminiscent of a Jackson Pollock painting.

As I collected my wits following my own blasting, I heard Tony say that my boy had a long night ahead of him. Then he walked over and kissed the only man whose cum didn't end up on the floor. It was inside my baby's belly, safely gathered to be digested. The host and his partner then spit roasted Steven as the rest of the guests broke up into couplings and groups which didn't cease the activity until long after the sun came up on Saturday.

I sucked a few dicks but was more interested in seeing Steven having the time of his life. At one point there was a big push for everyone to fuck his mouth and then have Steven decide whose cum tasted best. After twenty-two peckers emptied into his handsome mouth, he wisely chose the best tasting spooge to belong to Tony. Smart boy.

As we dressed to go home, several of the guests pressed their business cards into my baby's hand, including a few connected with the porn industry. I think he was super excited to have been noticed.

The excitement lasted right up til the fucking car wouldn't turn over. I must've somehow left the lights on when we got there. Dammit!!

I tried to fix it but nothing short of getting a jump or a new battery as the one I had was a bit old was going to work. So I thought for a few minutes who best to call. As I didn't know any of the local garages, I opted for my brother. Once he found out what we'd been up to, there would be no end of the razzing, but he was my best hopes.

Forty-five minutes later he pulled up along side our car with a shit eating grin plastered in his face. As we climbed into his car, he told me to get in the back as I was in the place of dishonor.

When I asked what he meant, he replied that this was Anthony DeLucio's place and he knew about the parties that Big Tony held. Rumored that it was a queer orgy nonstop. I'm just surprised you got invited. Then he smiled at Steven and said that he guessed the invite was more for you than my little bro.

Steven blushed and Robert just laughed. So you boys get laid?

Steven muttered that he not only got laid but after careful consideration by the entire guest list, he was given an invite to return at any future party. I raised my head in shock to hear Steven tell me that he was going to tell me later.

Robert just laughed as he then asked if he saw any ducks as big as mine? Then he whipped open his shirts and pulled out his dick. Now I knew he had a nice sized dick. He paraded it in front of me many times growing up. I was a bit surprised that he was so bold to whip it out though.

Steven must've become inured to the sight of big dicks as he said it was a big one but he couldnt tell if it was the biggest one he had all night without stuffing it down his throat.

Robert's eyes grew big as he realized that this was going more his way than he thought. He meant to embarrass me but he was likely going to get some road head instead.

He asked if Steven would feel comfortable doing that in front of me?

Steven just replied that it was a done deal. Baby's a big old Cuck anyway! He likes to watch.

Robert pressed him about that and Steven added that I watched him suck off every single guy at the party. I was electric!

Robert gave me a look that said we had a lot to discuss, but not right now. Now, just sit still and keep that trap shut. Big bro is about to enjoy your man's mouth, like everybody else from what he says.

Robert just put the car into gear and asked if I had a preference about which garage he used. I just shook my head in the negative as he grinned and pulled Steven head first into his lap.

I heard my man busy suckling my bros cock head and shaft as Robert asked me just how long was I planning to keep this secret from him and dad? Because once I tell dad about your latest boyfriend with the, uhhh, talented mouth, it won't be secret any more. Then he went on autopilot as he enjoyed the deep throat skills of Stephen while he drove the back roads into the city. I thought he came two miles outside of the city limits, but he was still enjoying the suckling as he drove down the streets which were coming to life.

Several guys saw what was going on and hooted as we passed leaving a happy brother honking the horn. He finally shot his load at an intersection where he sat through a green light as he dumped his load into my boyfriend's mouth. Then he turned around and drove back to a garage we passed two miles prior.

When he got there he told me to stay in the car while he and Steven went into talk to the owner. When I asked why I had to stay in the car, he grabbed himself and said that Mickey aunt interested in your mouth on his crank and it's the quickest way I know to get him to send someone out to fix that heap of junk you drive.

He was a gym fanatic and it definitely showed with his still tightly sculpted abs and an ass that could quiet any conversation that he walked past. I thought of getting him his own personal gym in our basement, but I think he enjoyed working out in public and getting the admiration of all those younger gays at the gym.

He had a fetish for well hung men, even though he chose to be with me. Now I'm now slouch with my six inches, but he really got hard when we put on some porn with a guy who could make a horse feel insecure. But I really didn't know anybody in the area who I could hire to give him a lap dance or maybe more. I guess he'll just have to make do with his group of dildos.

Finally I came across a story about fun at sea on one of those gay cruises. Now that could be memorable. He had mentioned a few times how he'd like to take a cruise somewhere. I checked online into the travel agencies that cater to gay clientele and discovered that there would actually be an all gay cruise through the Caribbean during our anniversary week and the pictures they advertised were amazing. And the best part was that it was adults only which I read meant that once you were at sea, it was clothing optional. Drew, with his exhibitionist tendencies, was going to love it!

I went ahead and booked us on that trip and surprised Drew a month ahead of time by presenting him with an early part of his anniversary gift, a pair of speedos in his favorite color of bright yellow. When he opened them to suppressed glee I told him I wasn't sure how much use they'd get as the cruise we were on was clothing optional. His face froze for a moment before it spread out into a giant grin as he hugged me tight and smothered my mouth with his.

The day of the cruise, we boarded the liner along with hundreds of other men, most looking amazing with their clothes on, promising a porn smorgasbord when the ship got underway. Drew's head was like a bobbleheaded doll checking out the other passengers, but I smiled knowing the way the other guys were just as eagerly checking him out, too.

I had booked us into the VIP wing since I didn't know if we were ever going to do this again and I wanted Drew to enjoy all the amenities he could. You could practically hear the forbidden stories oozing out of the stateroom suites as we passed on our way to room L16.

When we finally got to our room and Drew was unlocking our room the commotion around us promised that this trip was going to be one for the books. While he sat down his suitcase and struggled with the door, another stateroom opened up down the hall from us. A handsome daddy popped out with a big smile on his face above an otherwise naked body. I gasped when I saw his infamous pecker bobbing between his legs as I did a quick mental gymnastic to recall his name. As I was recalling the name Matt Hughes, I saw him staring at Drew's muscular bubble butt and start to chub up that famous pecker. Matt looked back at me and grinned before sliding back into his cabin.

Wow, this was going to be epic! Drew didn't know it but I was sure that his wildest fantasy was about to come true. The legend with a thirteen inch penis was going to be two doors down for a week and he was already interested in checking out sexy frame!

We got into our room and quickly changed into just swim suits so we could join the other passengers on deck to cast off onto the sunny Caribbean. As we stood on deck with the streamers that were made available to us for departure, I whispered to Drew if he was happy? He turned to me and wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me in response. Yes!

After we pulled out from port and began our journey, I held Drew with a hand behind his back and told him that I had another surprise. He stopped and looked up at me as I told him that I new for a fact that there was a cock on this boat that would put his favorite toy, Big Fred, to shame. Now you need to know that we've been playing with this beast since he confided that he had a size thing several years ago. It's a big black dildo measuring ten inches long by seven inches around. I used that when he was in a particularly horny mood like days when a muscle daddy would be eying him over at the gym while he worked out.

I had joined him a few times when he went just to be part of things, but I never really got into it more than to watch the other guys drool over my baby. Yeah I'm a bit of a cuck and thrill seeker watching other guys drool over my stud.

But nevertheless I knew that Drew was interested in our conversation about this guest. He chuckled and said that the odds were good that someone aboard would be hung like a mule. There were hundreds of staterooms, not to mention the crew. Then he got a gleam in his eye and asked if the captain was really a porn star who made room visits?

I chuckled and said I wasn't sure about that, but funny you should mention porn stars.

He gave me a serious look and asked who was aboard. I told him I couldn't say, but he'd recognize him from the porn we liked to watch. Then I added that he's already eyed up your backside and his smile told me that he liked what he saw.

He became quiet as he tried to figure out who was on board. There were many guys that we'd talked about how we'd enjoy a romp in the hay with while we watched him core out some twink's ass. I just added that I hoped I'd get to see his face when you showed him your special talent with your throat. I believe I've only seen one other guy able to deep throat him wholly. Drew's eyes got big as he looked once more around the deck before joining me back in the suite.

The rooms were amazing. A huge king-sized bed centered the bedroom with a walk-in bath and Jacuzzi in the bathroom. The creme de la creme however was the peaceful view from the balcony. Recessed enough to be private and caught a fresh breeze from the ocean.

I smiled as Drew asked if I wanted to go explore the ship with him. Of course. You never know what, or who, you might find. As we left our VIP area and went to the promenade to see what was up, I was quickly reminded that it was an adults only cruise as several naked figures walked past us. Drew was gobsmacked as he wanted to go back to our room and lose his suit as well. I chuckled and said I wasn't ready yet but if wanted to, I'd wait here for him.

He gave me squinched look and said he'd be right back before kissing. Ten minutes later a very flushed Drew came boldly waltzing through the crowd as multiple guys just paused to inspect the display. When he walked up to me and planted a big sloppy kiss on my mouth, you could feel the disappointment on the deck from guys who figured that he was off the dessert menu.

I laughed as I walked beside my naked man who was still being eyeballed like he was the catch of the day. We walked out on deck to the pool area and received a warning from a very forward redhead with a tight beard that we should be sure to apply sunscreen as it would be a shame that a sunburn might ruin all the fun that two sexy fellows like you are sure to get up to!

We laughed but took his words to heart. Drew and I only was in the pool for a few minutes before drying off and heading back to our room. As we got to our door, I unlocked it as a neighboring door opened. It was his. And he got a full on view of Drew's ass without any cloth covering it up. I saw him get foggy looking before his pecker became rock hard and pointing at Drew's body.

Drew in return saw the mighty member just down the hall and his cock replied in kind. He sputtered out a hello and then asked if he had seen him somewhere before?

Matt smiled and said he used to be a bit of a porn star. Maybe you saw me as Danny D? Drew wasn't listening as he was focused on the monumental erection bridging between our doorway and his. Drew didn't say anything as the guy reached out a hand to shake and Drew mistook it for something else and reached out as well and grabbed the famous cock instead.

Matt laughed and said he really was intending to shake hands but he liked that as well. I noticed Drew hadn't released the cock and began to stroke it. I opened our door wide and suggested we take this introduction inside. The two guys laughed as Drew guided out neighbor inside while I closed the door.

When I turned around, I found Drew standing in front of Matt rubbing his fingers and palm across Matt's delightful fur patch on his chest before saying that his name was Drew, but you can just call me Boy.

Matt's face suddenly became a bit stern as he focused on Drew and said that in that case, you will address as as Daddy Matt, boy.

Drew quivered at that as he let his hand travel back down the chest to the hard tool standing up to be used. As Drew dropped to his knees Daddy Matt asked about me, and Drew replied that it was okay. My partner is a cuck. I sprang into Boner City just hearing my baby say that. We had never discussed it, but he sure as shit knew me well.

Matt looked at me and chuckled as he reached out and grabbed a handful of Drew's hair before drawing his head toward his crotch. "Good," he replied, "I was only interested in fucking you anyway. And boy ami gonna fuck you totally."

Drew growled as he stuck his wet tongue out and slid it up the towering pecker before him, running it's smooth silky surface all along the shaft. Matt groaned as stepped back and seated himself on our couch and told his Boy to show him what he had.

Drew gave me a flash of lust before opening wide and sucking the tip of the huge uncut dick into his mouth. Matt groaned in appreciation as Drew swirled his tongue all over the tip, sliding it inside the foreskin to reach all the sensitive skin.

He gripped the shaft to steady it as he began to lower his mouth into place. I knew he was preparing for deep throat and based on what he could do with Big Fred, Matt was about to be thrilled. Once he got the head past the throat ring, I knew Drew could swallow him whole.

Matt gave me a cocky side glance as Drew proceeded to lower his face without gagging. That was gone by our second year together and six months after purchasing Big Fred.

Matt leaned his head back and groaned as Drew got closer to the neatly trimmed base of the gargantuan cock. When his lips were pressed against base and rubbing against the pendulous ball sack, I heard Matt groan out a loud, " Oh Fuck!"

He tightened his grip on Drew's head as he actually lifted his hips to try and get any additional part of his cock down Drew's throat. He latched onto Drew's head with both hands and began to fuck my baby's mouth like he was being paid to reach his stomach internally.

Matt's legs shot out straight as he became fully aroused and went fully apeshit face fucking Drew like it was a prize he had received for being a good boy. I heard the grunting but wasn't sure if it was coming from Matt, Drew, or both.

Matt looked up at the ceiling as he hollered he was coming and I saw Drew grip the couch tight as if he was about to be blasted off it. I heard the grunting as Matt's legs spasmed with each blast of cum that was fired out of his flesh cannon. I counted six shots but I stopped after my own unit fired off as well.

When he calmed back down, Drew withdrew his head from the lap until the deflating cock made a popping noise as it was released from my baby's suctioning lips. He looked up at me with spit and cum covering his face and quivering chest.

"Was that acceptable, Daddy Matt?" I heard Drew ask. Our guest replied that it had been a while since he fucked a throat that completely. Made feel like a porn king!! Then he reached down and tousled Drew's hair.

Then as he stood, he helped Drew to his feet and told him he had a special gift in his room to give him after such a fantastic knob job like that. Then as he followed Drew out the door, he turned and winked at me as he slid his right hand between Drew's cheeks.

He kept Drew for the next hour. I waited patiently as I heard the muffled groans through the walls and wondered how many others were listening to it as well. When Drew finally returned, he was walking a little stiffly as he held a new dildo. It was a likeness of Matt and I knew that it would take death's cold fingers to get that away from him.

He told me that Daddy has a suitcase of these and if you look at base you can see where he autographed it for me. Then he gave it to me to hold as he slathered my hole with his own brand of lube before sinking that amazing tool up my ass. I was staring at the dildo as he plunged the depths of my hole with the real thing.

I swear that I've never been that fully opened up before. Sorry if that hurts you baby, but it's the truth. This is by far the best gift I've ever been given. That and three loads that were pumped into my guts this afternoon. He's really a sweet guy but one rough daddy when it comes to fucking. I guess the attitude comes from years of guys throwing themselves at him. Me, I kind of feel that I fell into him instead and he was there to catch me. And fuck the hell out of me, hehehe.

Sammy and I had a quiet conversation about things and I expressed how I thought maybe it went back to the way things were but I got the distinct impression that Sammy wasn't so upset about the way things to were. He kissed me to try and change the focus of the discussion but the taste of Dad's cum was still in his mouth. I have to admit, I got a little excited when I recognized the flavor.

As we started getting a bit friskier, there was a knock on the door. We were both surprised at the interruption as Sammy stepped to the door and answered it.

On the other side of it, was Larry. He stood there in just his shorts again with a big smile. He waved his phone at me and said that he was scheduled for another hour. He was so excited watching that rugged fellow fucking my young bitch's mouth that I rang up DaddyTom and scheduled a meeting tonight. In fact, I have the six to seven o'clock slot, which is in three more minutes.

He then walked over to our couch and took a seat before opening his pants and smiling at us both. He sat there with his right hand immersed in his pants. Sammy's phone pinged and he read a text message quickly before setting it down. Looks like I'm to be busy for the next hour, honey. Do you want to take a walk?

Larry spoke up and said that he paid extra for the cuck experience. That I needed to get comfy and be prepared for a lesson on how a man fucks whoever he wants. Now I believe it's time for Daddy to feel his manly appendage wrapped by those soft full lips. Times a ticking, boy!!

And with that Sammy stepped up to the couch and dropped to his knees between our obnoxious, yet attractive neighbor. Granted, Sammy gives a great blowjob, but he was enjoying making me miserable even more.

He sat on the couch with my baby's head firmly held as he directed him to bounce his neck on his hard cock. I was going to say something but I found my heart in my throat as I watched Sammy going deep on Larry's immense pecker repeatedly. As his head bounced in a slow rhythm, I listened to Larry urge him to take more and more before It came to him ordering my man to suck the whole fucking thing you cocksucking bitch!!

By the time his words went from the soft encouragement to rough control, I had already shot off in my shorts and Larry was smiling at the control he had over the room. He grunted like a manic boar as he neared his orgasm. He grabbed Sammy around his ears and held on as he released a giant roar while draining his full balls straight down my baby's throat.

As he calmed down afterwards he directed my baby to clean up the stray bits of slobber clinging to his throbbing dick and pooled around his large slobbery balls. As Sammy did his tongue work, Larry sat there smiling at me telling me just how amazing Sammy was with his mouth. Then he ruffled his short hair as he mentioned that it was almost as amazing as his tight asshole hugging my meat dagger. Then he laughed at me as he reached down and fingered Sammy's hole.

I heard Sammy moaning as Larry began fingering his hole. Larry forced his middle finger into Sammy's mouth to wet it, before he inserted it into my baby's tight hole. He squealed as Larry pushed it deep and then twirled his hand causing immense pleasure. After a few minutes of Larry showing his mastery over my man in front of me.

As the neighbor continued to control Sammy he bragged about being the man to train this tender ass to please a man. He slapped the cheek with his open palm as told Sammy that he was going to breed him, again. Then he asked him if he wanted his load unleashed up his tightness, again, by a real man?

He stuck his fingers up the ass again as Sammy moaned a loud ' Yes, Daddy' . I saw Larry's eyebrows raise in both surprise and delight as he rose to his knees behind Sammy and guided his erection to the hole between Sammy's legs.

He leaned across my man's back and tweaked both his nipples. As Sammy squealed Larry grabbed the moment and pushed his prong against the hole of my man. He grunted as he gripped Sammy and pushed his way into his chute. Sammy made a series of high pitched moans as he accepted our impulsive neighbor deeply into his ass.

It took Larry a few minutes to open Sammy up, but once he did he grabbed hold of Sammy and began a pounding on his hole. His face took on a fervor as he began to use my honey as a fuck toy. I began getting all bothered again as I watched my man getting fucked like a cheap whore. And I couldn't help but chuckle as I realized Sammy wasn't cheap. He cost a hundred bucks an hour. Hehe.

Larry seemed to get completely ensconced as he started calling my baby his fuck slut and damn fag bitch. As his ass frantically fucked my man I swear I saw smoke rising from Sammy's ass. Just as things started shaking on the couch, Larry began to ask Sammy if he was ready to be bred like a common whore.

He asked him if he wanted to feel his huge load shoot straight into his ass? You ready to take Daddy's spunk, bitch? Ready for my load to fill your hole?

The whole time I teased my man, he continued to thrust his cock in and out of Sammy's backside, slowly sliding his thickness against Sammy's prostate with each thrust, causing him to moan like a wanton whore.

At the end of it all, I decided that this must come to an end. I made a point to go see Tom the next day.

He was dubious at best regarding my opinion about the setup. He in fact laughed at me, telling me that I wasn't man enough to take his best bitch back from him. I was shocked at his response. He stood there with a big grin on his face as he told me I was better suited to be a cuck. At least I was getting something out of this deal.

I just stood there slack jawed at his response. He just rubbed his crotch as he told me that he promised my dad that he wouldn't try to fuck you, but your boyfriend was definitely not off limits. And he wanted me fucking him almost as much as I enjoyed fucking his tight hole.

Then he said that he would cease the transaction but he wanted something out of it. He said that he couldn't fuck me, but he was more than happy to have his own son have a go at my ass. One way or another he was going to see me get fucked.

He called his son who showed up at his door ten minutes later. A younger version of himself with just as much muscles as his old man. He told his boy that I wanted out of a contract and he was okay but he wanted to see something first. Fuck him, Dino!

I stared at the bruiser and thought that if Sammy could handle doing this, I could handle it once. I slid off my pants and stared at Dino as I knelt before him. He just growled that he never got to fuck one of those fag butt boys, but he as going to now.

I suddenly gave pause to my decision but the hand grasping my head said that there was no backing out now. I was brought face to cock and unceremoniously told to suck it, fag. I began to reply that I wasn't into being called a fag but as soon as I opened my mouth to protest, a thick hooded cock was forced between my lips. It went in deep and thrust against the back of my throat causing me to gag violently.

The cock slid back out and an open palm slapped my right cheek as I was told to fucking suck better than that. Then the cock was thrust back into my mouth. I grasped it at the base I tried to take control of the face fucking, but all I managed to do was to slow it down. Dino had definite plans on throat fucking me and I wasn't on any committees regarding it.

As he began to become more insistent on fucking my throat, he began to hit my throat again. Only this time there was no reprieve. It got to a point where he grabbed my hands with one of his big mitts while nabbing a fist full of hair with his other. I could only do one thing and that was keep swallowing as Dino went past my throat opening triggering my gag reflex.

I think he liked it even better. I heard him moan as I coughed and my throat gripped his beast again and again. I heard him tell his dad that I was okay as a cocksucker but he'd had better. His dad replied that he should try my boyfag. There was laughs as Dino pummelled my mouth and moaned about how he was looking forward to shooting off down my greedy throat.

His dad replied that the sooner he did that, the sooner he got to that ass of mine and from what he gathered, this one fancies himself a top, so he ought to be tighter than three misers and a quarter.

A minute later I felt the familiar vibrations in the cock in my mouth as Dino prepared to unload. Then, without warning, I felt a huge blast of cum hit my mouth and into my throat. I wasn't fully prepared and ended up with cum filling my mouth as well as my sinuses. Before he finished I actually had cum dripping from inside my nose onto my upper lip. There was also plenty of it coating the lower half of my face, especially the thick streaks of jizz plastered to my cheeks and across my nose.

As he pulled away to catch his breath, I tried to clean my face up a bit, but Tom insisted that I not waste a drop of his son's precious cum and demanded I eat it. So as the two of them watched, I swiped the cum from my face and licked it off my fingers. I couldn't smell anything but Dino's fresh load as it was everywhere in my mouth and nose.

They stood there laughing at me until Tom reminded Dino he was only halfway done. Then I felt the sting of a palm meeting the soft flesh of my left ass cheek. I yelped at the surprise sharp pain and the two laughed at me, calling me a girl from the sound I made.

I felt a rough finger feel along my crack and I confess it felt rather nice. It stopped and circled around my ring a couple times and I thought I might be better suited for this part. That was right up to the point that he forced his digit right into my ass. I know it was just the size of my finger, but I swear it felt like he was trying to shove a baseball bat up my ass.

I howled at first until I got a smack on face and told to shut the fuck up. I was so surprised that I actually did. He pulled out a bottle of lube and slicked up my back side as he kept forcing his finger in and out of me. Uhh, uhhh, uhhh.

Just as I was starting to get used to the abuse, he switched to his cock instead and went for broke. I swear I was giving birth in reverse. I howled in pain as his cock forced its way into me. And he didn't just slide the tip in, either. He pushed until the head popped in and then grabbed my hips as he continued the opening of my virgin hole.

He was in heaven by the sounds of him admiring the grip my tunnel gave his invading pecker. When he finally got in all the way, he stopped pushing and just wiggled his hips as he pushed the thick intruder back and forth in my anal canal. I have never felt so full in my life.

I heard him laughing with his dad as I buried my head into a pillow. When I didn't feel him moving around yet he was still buried in my ass, I looked up to see what was going on. At that point I saw a blinding flash as Tom took a picture of Dino totally dominating my hole. Tom hooted that he was keeping that for his scrapbook. Or maybe I'll just use it as a security tool to ensure that I keep getting to use my little money making bitch. I'm betting Mr macho here would like to keep this pic buried...

I thought about the repercussions of the photo but I didn't have much time to focus on it. Dino began a slow fuck at that point and his thick cock was stretching my hole as he withdrew out my ass. I could feel myself turning inside out as he withdrew from my ass.

He showed my ring wrapped around his pole to his dad before sliding back in. This time I was a little more receptive and able to take the assault. A few more times and I was almost okay with it. Once he had my ass opened enough that he was no longer sliding me inside out, Dino began a deep stroke, as he started fucking my hole in earnest.

I could hear Tom asking how it felt and he replied that it felt like my ass was made to hold his cock perfectly, dad. In fact, I want to buy it, it feels so perfect! As for me, all I could do was make gutteral noises as the masterful son fucked me like a cheap hooker. How a nineteen year old became such a cocksman was beyond my understanding but my ass was witness to its skill.

Within a few more minutes I didn't want the fuck to ever end. Dino was scratching itches I didn't even know I had. He made me feel so underutilized that I began to wonder what the hell I had been doing instead of getting my ass fucked.

Five minutes later I was begging him to fuck me deeper and harder and when he asked if I was ready for him to breed my hole, there was no question in my mind. Of course I wanted him to come in me. Come so hard I can taste in my mouth, Sir!

Tom laughed as he told Dino to fucking breed the piggy sex slut. Then he bragged about telling my dad what a fucking pathetic bitch I was. By the time I show him this picture, he won't know what hit him. But I guarantee he'll drop that request of me not fucking this bitch!! Otherwise I might have to let his coworkers see what a little ho his manly son really is!

Dino spoke up and said he was about to cum and Tom told him to fucking load up this wannabe alpha. Show him how a real stud does the job, son!

I felt his hips tense up against my ass then suddenly hot liquid burst inside my ass. Deep inside me it coated my innards, warming my guts, blast after blast. Dino howled above my back as he emptied his balls into my stretched anal canal. I was satisfied and embarrassed at how easily I was used. When Dino finally pulled out of me, I felt a river of spooge drain out my hole.

I sat on the floor and asked if the deal with Tom was now over and he just grinned at me and said we'd let Sammy decide that for himself. Hell I might even have guys who'd be willing to fuck your ass, now I know how tight it is. Of course if I do decide to farm you out, I will want to try it for myself first. Can't sell a product that I haven't used, you know.

Nothing wrong with our relationship, we just became comfortable. Now we’re only twenty- six years old and I felt we still had a number of wild adventures in us so when we went out shopping at the mom and pop joints and Trevor came across a pair of inline skates that were his size, I snapped them up and decided that this might be just what we needed to get more active. And the great thing about was the way his green eyes danced with excitement as he tried them on in the second hand store. I knew we had something!

The next weekend we rose early and drove down to the shoreline and after Trev slipped on his inlines and started mastering the miles long sidewalks. He looked so amazing with his shock of curly red hair glowing in the sun with his John Lennon sunglasses telling everyone he had arrived. And people noticed, that was for sure.

As the spring turned into summer, his chest became exposed to the warm California sun and unlike other gingers, Trev actually developed a nice bronze glow instead of the boiled lobster look. It was around this time that he became a bit of a local celeb that everyone looked for while I would watch for a bit before marching out onto the beach where I’d do a bit of sunbathing. It wasn’t anything tremendous but it got us out of the house more often.

By July the hard core skaters came out and they were all eager to compare their skills with Trev. What they could do with a skateboard was very impressive but my baby was pretty fucking good on his skates! This drew another crowd of onlookers and that’s where the trouble arose.

The young skateboarders drew their share of girls who wanted to have them practicing their moves on their lithe feminine frames. I knew there wasn’t any issue there, but the fans also included a number of wealthy middle aged men who wanted to have a hot young man at their beck and call and these fellows drew a number of them in. And I found out that a ginger commanded a high premium among them.

It happened the Saturday after Independence Day. We had arrived and Trev was changing into his skates while I chose to go grab an ice cold bottle of water from a street vendor. As I was making my way back to the favorite skate park area when this guy who looked like he oozed money like taking a shit stopped me. I gave him a once over as he wasn’t bad looking with his Mediterranean glow and his nicely packed hairy chest with a nice bulge to complete the look. He just grinned at me from behind his expensive sunglasses and asked if I knew that hot-as-fuck redhead that out skates those boys ?

I chuckled and said that I did. He smiled and replied that he wanted to talk with me. Now I figured that maybe he was some TV programmer or something and might be wanting to get Travis into a show. Instead he leaned in and asked me if he could handle an eight inch as well as he had been envisioning ?

I just stood there and gasped as I tried to grasp what he was asking me. He added that it was okay if I didn’t know, because he was fully aware that not everyone has as big a cock as him so it’s fair to just say you don’t know. He grinned as he put me into a fucking nightmare situation. If I say yes then he assume that Trav is a slut and easy to pick up. If I say no then it looks like I don’t have a big enough dick to please him and he uses that as a way to push his way into our relationship. Fucker!!

The fact that he looked good told me he had money as he had time to do a lot of sunbathing and keeping his physique in good shape so he probably had a convertible waiting to give my man a ride to his place.

Then he added that I didn’t need to worry, as he’d just ask him himself. He’s usually back by ten, then he strolled down the path with jaunty little step. I tried to comfort myself with the thought that Trav wouldn’t be lured by this rich daddy, but in truth if it were me I’d be tempted to stray. I don’t think I would, but that’s me.

I didn’t have to think about it long as I soon heard the rumble of wheels coming along the beach path and Trav and his new buddies were heading back to this park.

I watched them do stunts for a while as they congratulated each other with a high five or a chest bump after a particularly sticky maneuver was performed with grace. I made my way over to the guys to speak with Trav when the slick rich guy slid out of the crowd and spoke to them.

The guys all called him JJ as they greeted him. Not a good sign. Then Trav reached out to shake his hand and JJ reciprocated only to grasp his left nipple at the last minute. The guys all laughed as they expected it. One guy warned Trav to keep his eye on this fucker. His anaconda will catch you unawares but he’s got a shit load of cash to make it all right afterwards. Right, JJ?

The group chuckled but the damage had been done. The seed of mystery had now been planted.

JJ leaned over and ran his hand over Trav’s chest as he told him that he was the hottest fucking ginger he had ever seen, which sent the guys into catcalls about beware the wolf, dude, lol. He stroked the chest again and asked Trav if he ever considered being a date for hire. I would love to show you off in front of my rich society friends and watch them turn green with envy at having you on my arm. I can almost picture you now riding in my Lambo while everyone is just dying of jealousy of me. What do you say, handsome, you want to earn five hundred bucks tonight?

Trav’s eyes bugged out as he repeated five hundred bucks? What do I have to do? Be charming and hold my hand at times while we dine and maybe dance at my favorite rooftop club downtown. Say yes and I’ll swing by and pick you up tonight at seven, handsome!

Trav flicked his eyes at me again before replying that he was game. My heart sank as I knew this was a bad idea. JJ, however, was busy putting in our address into his phone and when he was done he thanked Trav before giving him a deep kiss and walking off.

Trav gave me a goofy smile like it was fine, right? Before I could say anything the guys all told Trav to beware. That fucker has more money than he knows what to do with and more dick than I know what to do with. I thought to myself that he knows exactly what he wants to do with it.

We spent the afternoon at home quietly as I hadn’t decided if I was angry or not at Trav being so impulsive like this. I could force him to change his plans but then I would look like the insecure boyfriend who didn’t trust his partner. So instead I fumed about it quietly to myself.

Around five Travis got a call from JJ and he gave him some tips on what to wear since he hadn’t been to this restaurant before. They discussed things a few minutes longer before I heard Travis gasp and I could hear JJ laughing through Travis’s phone. I looked up at a very red visage on my man’s face while he squirmed in his chair. When he hung up, he abruptly told me he was going to go shower and start getting ready for his new job.

Shortly after the shower started I heard Travis’s phone ping and I was in a weak mode. I walked over to where it sat face down and saw that there was a text message from JJ. I opened it and came face to face with a fucking huge hooded cock being palmed by his left hand while he smiled at the phone. Oh my God, it just became a real threat.

I don’t know when he saw it, but I’m sure he did as he became very quiet as he sat in a very tactful combo of white dress shirt over tan pants with a gold chain hanging between his nips. He was freshly shaved and looked like he was ready to be photographed. If I had it, I would pay five hundred for a companion like him.

Just before seven, Travis’s phone rang again and I heard him say that he would be right out. I hadn’t heard the car but when I looked outside I saw JJ, styled like a millionaire, behind a bright red Lamborghini in our drive. Travis didn’t even kiss me, he just said he’d be back later.

As he reached the car JJ pulled him into a cuddle before the kiss then opened his door for him before climbing behind the wheel. The last thing I saw before they left was JJ grabbing Travis’s hand and placing it in his lap before he backed out of the drive.

Three hours later I hadn’t heard one word from Travis so I texted to see if he was okay. There wasn’t any immediate response so I texted it again. This time the bubble appeared so I knew he was at least still considering me as he typed in a response.

When the answer came through I gasped. The message read that I needn’t worry, Travis is more than okay. He’s fucking amazing. All my friends were beside themselves with envy when they met him. I had him hold my dick through most of dinner. What the hell, I was paying five hundred, wasn’t I?

When we got back to the car his hand went right back to my cock. He learned that quickly! I told him I had something special for him and told him to slide that zipper down and taste his reward. Hot damn his mouth felt so fucking incredible! I mean why the hell have a Lambo if you’re not gonna get road head! Am I right?

He blew me while I drove up the Pacific Highway. We pulled off the road and he swallowed my load as I listened to the steady sound of the ocean trying to climb aboard the beach.

We were close to my ranch so I drove us there and I proceeded to help be more receptive to bigger opportunities. He’s got a sexy way of mewling when you stroke his g spot with your hardon, but I probably don’t have to tell you that.

He really likes my big king size bed. He says it matches me, hehe. He’s showering my swimmers out of his hole right now, but he’s planning on staying the night. I told him I’d add another three hundred, but I made no promises of not burying my torpedo up his love chute again. He said he would’ve stayed for free, but a deals a deal. I really like him!

When Steve told me to watch Jeff around my honey, Chris, I just smiled and politely blew the warning off. First off Chris and I had been together for six years already and I was sure I didn’t need to worry about him being tempted to stray away from me. I mean, granted, Chris was a very sexy fellow who kept his toned body in good shape, but we had already weathered some of life’s big moments and we came out holding each other tight.

Plus I already had heard the rumors about Jeff having a rather large member and although it is definitely a fanciful thing, he seemed to have a better moral compass inside than to be a sexual predator. Especially when it comes to his friends. I just put it down to jealousy on Steve’s part since he wasn’t part of Jeff’s close group of friends.

We’d go out on a regular basis to the clubs and go dancing and drinking, having a fun evening. And yes, I did notice that Jeff was attracted to Chris, but just about everyone was once they got to see and know him a bit.

It all truly began the Wednesday that I stopped over at Jeff’s place to help him set up his electronic security system. I work as a security installer and told him I’d bring my tools by and give him a hand. As we were mounting cameras in the eaves of his rooms, he asked me why I seemed so glum. I didn’t notice it myself, but I joked that I just hadn’t been properly emptied of my sperm. We laughed and he asked if Chris was being negligent and I just said that it wasn’t negligence as it was just too tight of a throat. My baby is so fucking hot that I can’t help but bone up around him and his throat can’t handle my monster.

He laughed and said he was well aware of my problem. Then he unzipped and popped out this huge fucking anaconda between his legs. I mean it had to be at least ten inches. Every guy likes to think he’s hung but Jeff was the real deal.

I looked at it and blurted out that it had to be ten inches and he corrected me by telling me it was ren and three quarters inches. Then he grabbed it by the base and did a helicopter swing with it. I just laughed at the absurdity of the size of it. I asked if he found guys who could handle it and he grinned and told me that more guys have given it a try. Seems it’s okay to suck a dick if it’s as big as mine.

I just shook my head as I said that Chris would try but he’d never get more than a third of it into his tiny throat. That’s why we enjoy fucking the hell out of each other instead. He boasted that he could get inside that throat of his. He then added that he could just picture those sexy eyes looking up at him with his mouth full of Daddy Dick.

I just said that I doubted that and picked up my electric screwdriver and finished installing the camera system. After setting up the connections Jeff was good to go and we celebrated with a cold bottle of Heineken. Didn’t think any more of the evening until a week and a half later when Jeff dropped off some beautiful steaks as a way of thanking me for the free install.

As Chris and I joined him around our kitchen table we celebrated the nice cuts of meat. Jeff took that moment to tell Chris that he had another nice piece of meat as well. Your husband saw it last week and told me it was the biggest he ever saw. Then he dropped his pants and pulled out his cock again.

Well I hadn’t told Chris about that because I didn’t see it as a topic worth bringing up. Chris on the other hand was completely taken in by the sheer magnitude of it. He gave a low whistle and said that he didn’t know they came in that size. Jeff just laughed and told him he could touch it if he wanted. Most guys usually can’t keep their hands off it!

Chris looked at me quickly and I guess he assumed I had already done so, so he he reached out and got a firm grip around it. I was a bit excited just seeing Chris with a cock that big in his firm hand clasp.

Then Jeff told Chris that I said he could never handle a cock that big. In fact he said you could only handle tiny little cocks. What do you think about that stud?

Chris snapped his head to look over at me and I could see the way the misquoted statement fell upon Chris’s ego. I tried to say that I didn’t say that but as the words slid out of my mouth, Chris dropped to his knees and placed his quivering lips ust inches from the firming rod.

Then Jeff added that he thought I was wrong as Chris looked like he was designed to be right where he is. Then he ran his his fingers through my husband’s short dark hair. I heard Chris mewl before he leaned forward and opened his lips as he took the meaty head into his mouth. I heard Jeff whisper for Chris to look up at him and I knew at the moment their eyes connected that I was in trouble.

Chris began a slow descent along the giant shaft with his right hand slowly massaging the balls hanging below. He got about halfway before he began gagging. He abruptly pulled off as he tried to calm his throat. The whole time Jeff ran his hand through Chris’s hair as he told him how good he did. I could see the effect he was having on my baby and I was quickly being discarded.

As Chris attempted again to swallow the fuck staff I could see him sliding his tongue all over the shaft inside his mouth. Jeff was thoroughly enjoying the adoration of his oversized member by my handsome partner and he laid on the compliments to let Chris know he appreciated his efforts.

After another ten minutes, Chris tried for broke again and ended up sputtering again as his throat closed up against the huge invader. He pulled off and as he calmed his throat down he fell into a funk. He said that he must be a real disappointment since he couldn’t take the whole thing. Jeff held him and told him that he gave it a fucking good try. And if he couldn’t get him down his throat, there was always somewhere else he could take him.

As Jeff’s fingers slid down Chris’s back and prodded along his slacks, the smile returned to Jeff’s face. Then he looked at me and asked me if I would mind going to the bedroom and fetching the lube?

Well now the ball was in my court. I could get the lube and give them my blessing for the fuck. Or I could stand my ground and become the selfish bastard that refused to help his husband regain a bit of his self worth. Talk about your lose lose situation.

I chose to have the lesser amount of ugliness and trotted off to the bedroom. By the time I returned, Chris was naked and Jeff was fingering his hole like he could get it to play toccata and fugue. They were kissing as I stepped back into the kitchen and I heard Jeff tell Chris that he loved the taste of his precum on a sexy guy’s lips.

As Chris generously squirted lube along the length of Jeff’s pole my friend was busy working two fingers into my husband’s hole, I heard Chris moaning under Jeff’s ministrations while the pole got closer and closer to its target.

I watched Jeff lean in and kiss Chris again while at the same time he forced the slick end of his club into my baby’s hole. I watched enrapt, like seeing a train wreck, as that long dong slid slowly yet inexorably up Chris’s ass chute. I could hear loud groaning but I was unable to discern from which guy the growls were emanating. As Jeff slid past Chris’s prostate I heard an excited whimper and suddenly the mystery was solved. They were both groaning.

In utter awe, I watched the lengthy cock disappear into my honeys ass until Chris was spread wide around the base of Jeff’s cock. Son of a bitch! He managed to get his unit completely up there. From the way Chris was moaning, I knew I would never be able to fully satisfy him again. They lay together beside the kitchen table entwined in each other’s arms and legs.

After a few minutes, I saw some movement as Jeff began adjusting his thick pole to the tight confines of Chris’s ass. He would slide it out before jamming it back in again, like the momentary absence would allow the chute to close back up.

He did this a few more times before he started swiveling his hips as well as if he could stretch the sides by making his everloving cock ram his chute at all angles simultaneously. Somehow I think he could.

Before too many thrusts Chris was starting to take part as well as he wrapped his arms around Jeff’s chest and cried out for Daddy to fuck him like the bitch he is!

Jeff just grunted and poured on the steam as he began to thrust deep and hard into Chris’s ass. I watched his hefty balls as the bounced against my baby’s ass cheeks as my friend slowly took claim of my husband’s hole.

As things began to reach a point of no return, I heard Jeff ask Chris if he was ready to become his slut? Cause he was about to flood his innards with the master’s essence!

Oblivious to everything around him, Chris replied that he was ready to be Daddy’s bitch. Fucking breed me!!

I was cut apart by the words coming out of my man’s mouth, but at the same time I shot a load bigger than I normally shoot.

Jeff kissed Chris again as he positioned himself directly over my man and piston fucked his hole with a straight shot up his ass. Something told me if I had IR vision I would see bright light where the heat was exploding out Chris’s ass.

As the two kissed, Jeff pulled off his mouth and howled upward like a wolf baying at the moon as he erupted into my baby’s ass. He shook like a rag doll in a mutt’s mouth as he emptied his nuts deep into Chris. After a full minute of striking painful poses, he calmed down and collapsed with Chris into a sticky pile.

They finally separated after a few minutes of post coital cuddling and I got to see the puddle of cum that shot out of Chris coating both his and Jeff’s belly. The awkward silence afterwards was broken by Jeff asking if he could use our shower to wash up.

Chris said yes and offered to show him the way. I didn’t miss that Chris must have offered to scrub Jeff’s back since they showered together as well.

Jack was not much help when it came to running a business but he did keep up with gossip and such and was a delight in keeping our competitors interest long enough for me to explain how our services could benefit them. I decided it was time Uncle Jack spent some time with his nephew and prepare him to go interviewing.

Of course Jack was excited as it allowed him to actually do something that he liked and was good at. He and Tim disappeared for a couple weeks while I contacted other businessmen to set up interviews. Most of them owed me a few favors so it was fairly simple to get a few tete-a-tetes set up. By the end of the week I had arranged for Tim to interview with six other companies and I supplied Jack with the names so he could make things run as smoothly as he could.

When I met with Jack concerning the list, he told me he was making inroads with Tim trying to get him to tackle the biggest issues and how to direct the questions to things he could shine with. I told him that the following Thursday was my biggest hope as it was with Devon Manufacturing where my buddy Fred Armitage was the man in charge.

Jack just smiled and said that he’d heard lots of things about Fred that he was sure he could get Tim to be an expert on. I gave him the folder with corporate info such as what they made, how many workers, business success info while Jack said he’d take care of the rest.

The rest of the week, Tim came home dragging his ass like he’d actually been working on the floor. I started developing some respect for Jack that I hadn’t had before. I asked Tim what all he had covered that day and he looked at me and replied that Uncle Jack said it was a strictly confidential training program. By the weekend Tim was walking gingerly to the car as well. It’s a good thing that the interview was less than a week away.

On Tuesday, Jack sauntered into my office with a shit eating grin telling me that Tim was ready for Freddy and said that he’d buy me lunch if he doesn’t get hired on! Well all right!

Wednesday Jack brought a couple outsiders in to give mock interviews just to make sure. He was grinning as all three of the men gladly were willing to hire my son.

On Thursday I helped Tim dress to impress before he headed off to talk with Fred. I gave him a leather portfolio to carry the resumés I had Carol type up for him. I couldn’t have done more to prepare for him unless I interviewed for him as well.

Two hours after the scheduled meeting, Fred rang my office and I could hear the smile on his voice. He told me that he still owed all those favors as he couldn’t claim hiring this guy for one. He was exactly what I had been needing. I just don’t know how you knew !!

I haven’t had a worker that took care of what I needed since Barbara made me get rid of Linda last year. You remember her? The red head with the nice rack and the fuck me lips? Man she made coming in to work worth while! Those daily morning blowjobs to start the day and riding my lap while I dealt with those insufferable vendors kept me sane.

Your interviewee was focused on my crotch from the moment he walked into my office. His affable demeanor led me to find out just what he brought to the table, or rather under it, that no one else did. Fucking Deep Throat, Steve, that’s what he brought! He not only had my boner stiffer than a board, he had it spit soaked and buried down in his vibrating throat as he looked up at me, begging me to share my cum with him. Hell, I unloaded before I knew what happened.

Now you know me, I’m fucking thick as a retard’s tongue but he just opened wide and swallowed my dick like it was child’s play. And he smiled while he did it like it was the best thing he ever got to do. I decided to try him out so I called one of my tool companies and dickered for a decrease in charge on some of my regular stock and with his mouth going to town on me, I fucking got it!!

I had a slacker asshole on my third shift who didn’t meet quota and I’d been avoiding dealing with him because he’s rude and I simply would rather not deal with him. When I slid my prospective new employee onto my cock ass first, I called the guy up and sacked him. I was going to have to, but it was so much easier while guiding my crank into a warm tight cavern that hugged my manhood while I dealt with him. I’ve got a new guy ready to train in his place and I feel so much more in charge of my business again. Just got a keep Barbara out of the office, hehehe. So anyway, thanks again for the referral, I owe you big time. I can’t help but think that Jack has something to do with this, but I’m all smiles.

When I hung up with Fred, I decided I needed to go visit my brother to find out just what the hell he did to my son. When I burst through his door, he was chatting on his cell phone. He looked up at me and muttered he had to go, before hanging up.

I told him I just got off the phone with Fred Armitage and his eyes got big. I stopped and in the silence that ensued, he asked me one word.

'And?’

I said he hired Tim after he related an afternoon of Tim providing sexual favors to him in his office. Jack pumped his arm and said a quiet attaboy. Then I asked him why he would even send his own nephew to be a whore?

Jack just grinned at me as he asked me if I was kidding? He told me that Tim had no business sense but he did have an attractive body. I’ve figured him out to be queer since he was in junior high so I just told him that I could get him a job but he had to listen to me. His best bet was to give the best blowjob of his life to show the boss you were worth examining. After that make that ass, which is a mighty good one I might add, be his best asset.

He looked at me and was scared that that you would hate him. I told him I’d take care of you. He just had to take care of an interviewer. And when you told me it was Fred, I knew he was home free. Scuttlebutt has it that he’s been having a dry run since his wife made him fire that redhead minx, so I knew he had to be backed up. I also know Fred is fucking thick so Tim was going to have to train for the big equipment.

I let him show me what he had. His game wasn’t bad, but he only sucked the tip. That was not going to get him a job. So we spent a couple days shutting down his gag reflex. He cried a lot, but he was successful. Once he could take me without trouble, I brought in a couple buds who were thicker than me. I figured if he could take them, he could take Fred.

I brought them in and had them use the glory hole I’ve got here in my back office. It abuts onto a storage closet. Don’t ask me any more about it. When the dicks poked through, Tim got busy sucking. I figured that the crew didn’t need to know they were face fucking the boss’s son.

I had my doubts on Friday, but he went out to the bars over the weekend. He was a total slut Saturday night and by closing time he had made that gag reflex of his nothing but a memory. By Monday afternoon he was open enough at either hole to satisfy a porn star.